Obscene Symphony

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On any other night Aaron would have rolled his eyes at Max’s textbook indolence, but tonight he valiantly refrained, though he did break character for a smirk and a raise of the brow at being called, well, Aaron. The lack of effort for even so much as a tried and true “Fido” meant Max was either very angry or barely conscious, though on this sort of special occasion Aaron supposed it could be both at once.

He spun his ring behind his back, a look of vague amusement on his face. He was well aware this party was nothing but a chore for half the mages present, and if not for the fact that Max was Eris’ mage and any offhand comment he made about the evening would be piped directly to Varis, he might have even encouraged him to kick back with his earbuds in and pretend to look engaged if anyone came down the hall. Unfortunately, tonight was as much a show for the guests as it was for host and help (albeit a dull and disinteresting one), so Max would just have to grin and bear it like the rest of them. Or whatever his equivalent to grinning was; Aaron had only ever seen the sneaky kind.

“Oh dear, Eris didn’t get you into his soaps, did he?” he teased, shaking his head with a grin. “Better not. If he comes down the hall and sees you watching one, you’ll never hear the end of it.” Channeling Eris, Aaron tossed Max a cheeky wink before melting seamlessly back into his pleasant, professional demeanour. “I don’t have any alcohol to serve you, but if I can get you something else to take the edge off, let me know.”

There, Max could chew on that for a while. After all, angry with a story that would make Eris giggle must have been better than boredom, or else Max shouldn’t have been complaining in the first place. Meanwhile, Aaron checked his watch: it would soon be time to serve the next bottle to the sitting room. At least disengaging from the conversation wouldn’t be difficult; Salem, clearly nursing his injured pride if that sullen look out the window was any indication, was content to leave him out of the newest discussion on arcane majors, and with a knowing glance to Maddie, Aaron was all too happy to hold his peace on that.

Still, he wasn’t completely frozen out, and Lilie seemed a little left behind in the conversation too. “The rumour mill’s been blissfully quiet on my end as well,” he offered, leaning a hand on the back of the couch where Lilie was sitting. Lips curving into a wry smirk, he quirked his head and added, “Although, do you remember that TA I told you about who hated me? I learned something pretty interesting about him a few weeks ago.”

Chuckling, he straightened, crossing his arms in lingering disbelief. “Turns out Ralph and I are distant cousins. I ran into him after the practical and shared my discovery, but I don’t think he was as thrilled about the news as I was.” The very memory was almost too much, his shoulders quaking with silenced laughter as he replayed the sight of Ralph storming out of the post office in his mind. He still couldn’t believe he did it; seeking out chances to piss people off was so out of character for him, and yet despite the plummeting temperatures and outright hostility he’d been getting in Affinity Mastery ever since, his only regret was that he only had one chance per week to torment Ralph with the curse of sharing a drop of Starag blood.

_{[Scribe of Thoth] [Hero]}

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Alicia Nilsson

_______________________________________________ Alicia Signe Nilsson _______________________________________________ 23 ┃ November 14, 1995 ┃ Female ___________________________________ Banff, Alberta ___________________________________ Bassist and Vocalist - Gramophone

Character Summary Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Alicia is a very driven individual, tirelessly pursuing whichever goals or interests she has at the time. True, her interests often change, but she's eternally dedicated to music and enthusiastically throws herself into her work. A relentless optimist, she believes you can overcome anything with the right attitude and has no time for people who get in their own way feeling sorry for themselves. Growing up in a hotel environment made her sociable, with polished and practiced people skills. Her mother taught her grace and experience taught her ease with new people, and as a result she's very comfortable in social situations; people who know her say she could make friends with a tree. She can smile and be friendly even when she really doesn't want to, and knows when and when not to hold her tongue. However, growing up in such a bustling environment made her uncomfortable being alone, and she does her best to fill her time with friends and strangers alike. When she can't do that, she turns to music as a companion, but has been known to satisfy her need for company by heading out to a local club and partying it up with total strangers - perhaps more than could be recommended. Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [+] Height: 5'6 Weight: 120lbs Physical Description: Alicia is a classic Nordic beauty, with clear pale skin, light blonde hair and a pair of vibrant blue eyes. She's slim but not shapeless; she doesn't have a whole lot going on in the hips or bust, but manages a feminine figure nonetheless. Fashion Style: Alicia can dress it up or down depending on the circumstances, but always likes to keep it classy. She likes to look polished, nothing forgotten or overlooked. She keeps her nails neatly manicured and painted, wears just enough makeup not to look sloppy, and is never one to just let her hair do any old thing. She's not one for trends, and instead likes to stick to tried-and-true classics, though she's not beyond at least looking at the latest styles. When she dresses down she still keeps everything coordinated, and when she dresses up, look out for a bombshell. Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born and raised in Banff Alberta, Alicia grew up in a bustling tourist town where her parents, Swedish immigrants, ran a small hotel. Their hard-working nature rubbed off on Alicia, who helped out at the hotel as much as she could in her time outside of school, starting when she was old enough to collect room service trays. Her parents worked her hard, but they also loved her dearly and supported her every endeavor to the best of their ability, even though she flitted between interests with every changing wind. What never wavered, however, was Alicia's love for music. Ever since she picked up an upright bass in her junior high band, she fell in love with music in all its forms, fell in love with rhythm and beat and harmony. She couldn't get enough, and sampled every genre she could get her hands on, never sticking with just one. Her love of music bloomed on the little stage in the hotel bar, where she and her high school friends would practice every genre they could think of in the off-hours and even played a few gigs down there when the liquor started flowing. After a period of exploration and experimentation, the antique feel of the old hotel and the cozy little bar inspired them to try a new genre, which immediately clicked as something they could turn into their "sound": Electric Swing. One cold Alberta Winter afternoon, the group dusted off their old concert band instruments - a trumpet, a soprano sax, some drums and Alicia's upright bass - and gave it a try, and things snowballed from there. They fell in love with the genre, performing covers of songs from the twenties as well as existing electric swing. They became a popular attraction in the hotel bar, where tourists and locals alike would cram in to get a taste of the Nilssons' daughter's band. From there, they played some gigs at other bars around Banff and even got a high-octane cover of "Hit the Road Jack" aired on the community spotlight section of a local radio station. They recorded their semi-nightly sets at the Nilsson hotel bar and posted them to YouTube, gaining a decent following. People liked their retro feel and the unexpected complexity of their music, and finally they gave themselves a name: Gramophone. It was about a year later that someone with connections in Honey Lake was visiting Banff and heard talk about this strange band at the Nilsson hotel, and had to take a listen. They sent whoever they knew a video of one of Gramophone's sets and not a week later, the band got a call and an invitation to the label. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▶ Alicia's taste in music is diverse, and she can appreciate just about anything with a beat. She's not a fan of screaming, though; she thinks it just sounds like noise. ▶ The band's not all trumpets and bass; they've been known to swing it up a cappella style on road trips too. ▶ Alicia is fluent in Swedish and English and is working on French; however, she prefers English. Her parents insist on speaking English at home. ▶ "It's ah-lee-see-ah."

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Alicia Nilsson

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Scion: Children of Light

What if we skipped to further along in their training?

Of Blood and Magic

Aaron shared Maddie’s laugh, shaking his head at her nigh-unbelievable story. “Your old professors didn’t find out, did they?” he joked, giving her a sly look. It would be a miracle for a practice like juggling flaming knives to get a pass if anyone working for a Sinnenodel-run institution caught wind of it.

He just caught the end of something Lilie said when he looked up, catching her look. He followed her gesture to the couch, eyes trailing back up her arm to the elegant drape of the sleeve of her dress and her maddeningly tempting smile. But while he’d have loved nothing more than to take the seat next to her and spend his next few free moments extolling the virtues of her performance, he couldn’t; it was bad form for attendants to sit down during an event, and even more so when he was the only one around to press the buttons and pull the strings.

Before he had the chance to voice as much, he was subjected to Salem, launching into a soliloquy consisting of some lame attempt at a psych evaluation and a poor understanding of the role of noble mages at gatherings. His owning family’s rationale was certainly showing; Count Julian must not have gotten to parties with him yet. Of course, that much was clear from the fact he was sitting down—if Count Julian saw him sitting while his master was just feet away in the other room, he’d make sure he couldn’t sit again for a week.

Giving Lilie an apologetic smile, he looked between her and Salem, shrugging. “You’re close,” he offered, though it was hard to tell if he was addressing the room as a whole or Salem in particular. “I can’t speak for wealthy civilian gatherings, but the role of mages at noble events is a little more involved. Usually, the host’s servants would run everything behind the scenes and the attendees would bring a show mage or two. Their job would be to socialize, charm, and generally steer every possible situation in their master’s favour whether they’re at their side or not. It’s a fair sight more demanding than being ‘seen and not heard,’ but believe me, some mages live for it.”

He placed a reassuring hand on Lilie’s shoulder, hoping to ease her discomfort. “Take it as a blessing. Instead of playing politics tonight, you guys get to leave the dancing to the vampires and relax. It’s not often mages in our position get the chance to do nothing.”

_{All the mages}

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Aaron shared Maddie’s laugh, shaking his head at her nigh-unbelievable story. “Your old professors didn’t find out, did they?” he joked, giving her a sly look. It would be a miracle for a practice like juggling flaming knives to get a pass if anyone working for a Sinnenodel-run institution caught wind of it.

He just caught the end of something Lilie said when he looked up, catching her look. He followed her gesture to the couch, eyes trailing back up her arm to the elegant drape of the sleeve of her dress and her maddeningly tempting smile. But while he’d have loved nothing more than to take the seat next to her and spend his next few free moments extolling the virtues of her performance, he couldn’t; it was bad form for attendants to sit down during an event, and even more so when he was the only one around to press the buttons and pull the strings.

Before he had the chance to voice as much, he was subjected to Salem, launching into a soliloquy consisting of some lame attempt at a psych evaluation and a poor understanding of the role of noble mages at gatherings. His owning family’s rationale was certainly showing; Count Julian must not have gotten to parties with him yet. Of course, that much was clear from the fact he was sitting down—if Count Julian saw him sitting while his master was just feet away in the other room, he’d make sure he couldn’t sit again for a week.

Giving Lilie an apologetic smile, he looked between her and Salem, shrugging. “You’re close,” he offered, though it was hard to tell if he was addressing the room as a whole or Salem in particular. “I can’t speak for wealthy civilian gatherings, but the role of mages at noble events is a little more involved. Usually, the host’s servants would run everything behind the scenes and the attendees would bring a show mage or two. Their job would be to socialize, charm, and generally steer every possible situation in their master’s favour whether they’re at their side or not. It’s a fair sight more demanding than being ‘seen and not heard,’ but believe me, some mages live for it.”

He placed a reassuring hand on Lilie’s shoulder, hoping to ease her discomfort. “Take it as a blessing. Instead of playing politics tonight, you guys get to leave the dancing to the vampires and relax. It’s not often mages in our position get the chance to do nothing.”

_{All the mages}

Honey Lake Records; A slice of life with some music in it!

Aw man and here I came in expecting a revival

Scion: Children of Light

I'll stick around!

Of Blood and Magic

With the parlor served and Varis… looking almost a little too happy, the busiest part of the evening was over, and Aaron had a little more room to breathe. Disengaging seamlessly from any attention he might have drawn from any of the guests, he disappeared quietly from the parlor, leaving the vampires to do their drinking (and probably, catfighting) in peace while he slipped back into the kitchen. Maddie’s blood was next, so with a few minutes to spare he took care to label and prepare her bottle in advance, ensuring everything was perfect before he finally rejoined the mages in the living room.

It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to sit, so he took up a spot behind the couch; a deliberate choice, given it gave him a line of sight to the balcony as well as the hallway. His eyes flicked over to the windows before he settled, a habit he’d adopted after Malek’s jarring visit, peering out cautiously into the darkness. But, as always, there was nothing there; the hallway was clear too, bearing nothing but the distant thrum of vampiric conversation. Good; for the moment, Aaron could relax.

Flicking out his wrist to check his watch one more time, he looked around at the gathered mages. “Well done everyone, the vampires seemed pleased,” he congratulated them, mostly sincerely, and in a tone just loud enough for the room to hear him without alerting the vampires down the hall. “That’s the hard part out of the way now, so you’re free to sit back and enjoy yourselves.”

Lilie was talking to Max and he wasn't quite prepared for a conversation with Salem, so he turned his attention to Maddie. “I must admit, when you said your skill was ‘niche’ I wasn’t expecting that,” he joked good-naturedly. “Was that also a remnant of your aspiring TCL days?”

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