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The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies

Eliseo Rhaveus

_{"You know, there was actually a fascinating discussion of this very concept in Canterbrick Stables v Elrichsen— wait, where are you going?"}

Name:

Eliseo Benedict Rhaveus

_{(you can call him Eli)}

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Saved from a skeletal form only by a habit of fencing instilled in him as a child, Eli is a bit taller than average with a lean, narrow build. His skin is dark brown and mostly even, topped with tousled brown-black hair contrasted by a pale lock on his forehead. His tallow-coloured eyes are usually rimmed by rectangular spectacles, and his features school nicely into his signature look of distracted contemplation.

His style of dress follows the trends of high society, currently consisting of loose-fitting shirts and simple, slim trousers complemented by ornate doublets or overcoats. As for his Glynwood uniform, Eli has coped with its considerable drabness by adding a colourful textile sash tied around the waist, a popular article in the Southern prefectures that he's particularly fond of. He is also rarely seen without his cloak, even indoors, coping poorly with Glynwood's brisk northern clime.

Personality:

Truly a politician's son, Eli has always been charismatic and outgoing, thriving on social attention and happy to make anyone and everyone into a friend. He loved talking to people of all sorts, passionate for discussion and debate of any topic and hungry to learn. Curious and opinionated in equal measure, Eli loved defending his own views as much as entertaining those of others – skills that would shine in politicking later in life.

But the naive optimism of youth is fragile, and the fallout of the Belworth affair was a blow from which Eli never truly recovered. Shaken in his foundations by the superficiality of political life, Eli lost all faith in the sincerity of others, learning the hard way that people are really only out for themselves; friendships are mere tools for favours and influence, and the spirited discussions he loved so much only a means to an end. Jaded and hurt by such a harsh reality, Eli has since drawn in on himself, convinced that anyone giving him the time of day has ulterior motives and uninterested in playing such a cynical social game. As such, Eli can come off as cold and a little melancholy, still naively yearning for connection even as he strives to keep others at arm's length.

One exception, however, is that old habits die hard; still just as strongly opinionated as ever, Eli is still liable to launch into a lengthy spiel if someone brings up a topic of interest, prattling on until either he realizes he's wasting his breath or his unsuspecting victim walks away.

Background:

Keen classmates will recognize Eli’s surname as that of Juliano Rhaveus, famed (or perhaps infamous) chief prosecutor for the Heptarchy responsible for the prosecution of the controversial Belworth case. His father’s station is representative of the whole of Eli’s pedigree; hailing from the wealthy Southwestern prefectures, House Rhaveus has long held a strong presence in the workings of the Magisterium, producing lawyers, statesmen, and all manner of scholars for generations. As such, Eli spent his privileged youth sheltered securely in the walls of his Pontaion townhouse and sprawling Southern estate receiving a first-rate education from tutors and relatives alike, not least of whom his accomplished father.

The two were near-inseparable when Eli was a child, the boy always at his father’s heels chattering all manner of questions, and Juliano happy to answer them all. Eli had the privilege of sitting in on all manner of Magisterium business (when security didn’t demand privacy, of course) and he grew to love the world of politics and governance and the people who made it up. Juliano Rhaveus had no shortage of friends and allies, and kept up with all of them; Eli grew up with a slew of doting relatives and family friends alike making regular rounds at his childhood home, sharing their love of the political sciences. As such, it surprised nobody when the boy who made legislators out of stuffed animals and conducted mock debates on the ethics of early bedtimes soon aspired to be a great statesman himself, handling issues of import among the esteemed ranks of the Heptarchy.

But the strife of the war affected everyone in the republic, and perhaps young Eli the most out of his sheltered peers. Initially, the Belworth case was exciting; Eli was proud of his father for enforcing the laws of the Magisterium so stalwartly, and he was sure such a righteous cause would be championed by all of the honourable statesmen he’d come to know and love. But instead, the controversy surrounding the Belworth case and the resulting political schism within the Heptarchy put his family on precarious ground, suddenly caught up in disputes over Belworth’s prosecution and the reach of the Heptarchy which began to threaten beyond academic debate. Family friends Eli had known since birth suddenly turned against his father, and men Juliano had butted heads with for decades suddenly became friends; Eli’s world was turned upside down as friends and foes changed places, the superficiality of political allegiance finally rearing its ugly head.

Fearing for their safety amidst rising unrest in the capital, Juliano sent his family away to their Southern estate while he remained in the capital, where they remained for the duration of the coming war, including Eli's noesis at the age of 14. Still reeling from his upheaval from Pontaion, Eli dug into magical studies as a distraction more than anything else, flitting from one topic to the next following interests that changed with the tide. Magic was fun and fascinating, sure, but the passion he'd previously held for politics wasn't mirrored in the magical arts; aside from the defensive magic his father insisted he learn, Eli became a jack of all trades, master of none, dabbling here and there to develop moderate experience in many fields, but no deep understanding of any of them.

Now that things have finally calmed down, Eli’s family has returned to Pontaion - but it’s not the same. Despite longing to return to the city that raised him, Pontaion felt colder, more foreign to Eli than it did in his youth, the faces of beaurocrats and politicians now concealing potential threats as opposed to the friends he once knew. As such, Eli is eager to move on, hoping that immersion in academia at Glynwood will distract him from the political turmoil brewing at the capital - and the turmoil within as he tries to find a new direction for his future.

---

Attunement:

Tellurian

Aura:

Eli's aura materializes as an iridescent shell surrounding him, marked by glowing runes that write and erase themselves on its surface. Inside, the bubble is filled with quiet murmurs, like the soft background hum of a grand library.

Magic:

Eli likes to dabble in all manner of magic, and as such he's amassed a fair arsenal of low-level spells mostly geared toward convenience. A little telekinesis here to reach a book on a high shelf, a little fire there to keep his tea hot, all products of an endless stream of intense, but short-lived interests. The only area of magic in which he's progressed beyond the beginner stage is a field of defensive magics often employed by those in law enforcement, impressed upon him shortly after noesis as a caution against any negative attention drawn by his father. Those spells include inflicting paralysis on individuals or groups, conjuring magical bindings, and summoning protective barriers outside of his own.

In a cruel twist of irony, the only area Eli has found any more than fleeting interest in is High Magic, its complexity and depth plucking at the long-abandoned passions of a boy who once wanted to tackle complicated problems for a living. Of course, being so young, such advanced arts are still well out of his grasp.

---

Arcane Items:

• A pair of magicked spectacles which reveal invisible enchantments. Although intended to help the wearer avoid magical traps, the glasses don’t actually indicate whether an enchantment is malignant or benign, only that it is present.
• A very expensive, very complex magical artifice currently all the rage in the wealthy Southern prefectures, used for telling time down to the second. It is made of gold, fits in the palm of the hand and is secured by a chain attached to Eli's doublet, usually carried in his pocket. Its small size and great value make it a pickpocketing risk, and the care that must be taken keeping track of them has led enthusiasts to fondly dub these little devices "pocketwatches."
• A gift from his father on his return to Pontaion, Eli is also bringing a staff with him to Glynwood for use with High Magic. Created by the fine craftsmen of Pontaion, the staff is made of fine polished ebony and topped with a palm-sized knob of solid silver, wrought in the likeness of an octopus with only seven tentacles.

Other:

• With the Sons of Anedor making their presence known, both Eli and his family are wary of danger knowing Eli, as the son of Belworth's prosecutor, would be an excellent target for kidnapping or worse. As such, Eli is a little on edge, even in the presumptive safety of Glynwood.
• The pale lock of hair near Eli's forehead is a birthmark. Apparently his great-grandfather Benedict had something similar, and such was the origin of his middle name.
• Alongside his magicked glasses, he also has a set of normal glasses for nearsightedness.
• Eli is a perfectly average fencer, and that's probably all he'll ever be.

Ostensibly complete

Eli doesn’t know it yet but I’m gonna have him eventually specialize in Artifice (enchantments)

Court of Nuhl

Before Roan had the chance to fully regain his bearings - and if it took this long for him to realize he was still inside the execution room then it wasn’t looking good - the chaos surrounding them suddenly came to a standstill. He only noticed the oppressive crackling of electricity when it stopped, ears ringing in its absence, and it took him a moment to follow the gazes of all present to the source of the disruption: Inquisitor Hasgad had captured one of their number, and was holding him hostage in exchange for “Lyra.”

A quick glance around revealed that the only woman in the room was the girl who’d freed him from his shackles, and it took a brief moment for Roan to piece together that that was the “daughter” Hasgad was talking about. Wait, no, that couldn’t be right. Lilie-damn-Luscin, the leader of Dawn Rising itself, did not send her only remaining child on a rescue mission for him. That would be monumentally stupid. No, Hasgad had finally zapped his last brain cell, and he was mistaking the girl for someone else.

It seemed this group was well-practiced, though, because they all played along seamlessly. One of the vampires derided the hostage, and the hostage himself offered a trade. Oh yes, clever! The gravity kid could pull the girl in, and then once she was close, she could reduce the crazy fucker to ash - or at the very least, distract him with some fire while the two vampires came in for the kill. It was a good plan, even more impressive to come up with on the fly, but it didn’t account for the reinforcements Roan could (barely) hear tramping through the facility.

Damn, what else, what else! Roan didn’t move a muscle for fear of triggering Hasgad and messing up the plan, but he looked around desperately, searching for any other opportunity to escape or fight back and coming up empty. Dammit, if only he had his magic! He was probably rusty after so long, but he could make some kind of noise or shockwave, maybe stun the Inquisitor long enough to escape - or, no, that would stun everyone else too, and even if he tried to make a concentrated origin point near Hasgad he’d end up catching the gravity kid in the blast. Well, maybe stunning everyone else would be fine since the vampires would recover the fastest, but-- Dumbass! You don’t have magic!

Wait! The girl used shields! That was protection magic, right? That could probably dispel his wards! He had no idea if that was true or if it would be possible in the time they had, but it was worth a try. While the Inquisitor was distracted with the posturing vampire and negotiating mage, Roan shot the girl a pleading look, flicking his eyes down and crossing his wrists in the hope that she would get the hint that despite her freeing him from his shackles, he was still bound.

_@Hero

The Shattering of Aegis

_{✧ Location: Snakeburrow Woods ✧ Purse: 12 copper ✧ @Hero ✧}

Kyreth wasn’t sure if he agreed with Lilann’s optimistic assessment of his fighting prowess, but luckily the rest of the day’s traveling didn’t necessitate any more demonstrations. Rain threatened again, but did not fall; the damp chill in the air lingered, though, and Kyreth was all the more aware of it for lack of his cloak. And to think he used to complain about the old scrap of canvas he was using before - apparently, it did a lot more for the weather than he gave it credit for.

For all their chilly walking, Esvelee seemed to get the worst of the trip, visually souring as she listened - or was subjected to - Cerric’s endless chattering. Kyreth only half-paid attention from his spot at the rear of the caravan, eyes trained on the undergrowth along the road for any movement. It was a small comfort that he might be forewarned of another ambush by a buzz in the ambient aether (ideas that were still foreign to him, even after a firsthand lesson) but he wasn’t willing to trust his new extra sense just yet.

But they made it safely, Selene be praised, and once again Kyreth was making for a spot farthest from the campfire when Cerric addressed the group. A shiver wormed up his spine at the mention of Rot, and immediately his thoughts went to the black sludge he’d been coughing after inhaling so much smoke off that burning wolf. Shit, could he be infected with Rot too?

Eila seemed unconcerned, thankfully, but worry ate at Kyreth all the same. Maybe he could pull her aside later and see if she could check him for Rot, too. Of course, it seemed she found him first, loudly proclaiming her surprise at his aetherborn status for all the group to hear.

Me neither, he thought exasperatedly, I’m even more surprised than you are.

“Uh… not particularly, you could say,” he replied noncommittally, although he soon remembered how unnerving that might sound to the others. “But I do now!” he quickly added, “Um, Lord Mystralath is instructing me. That’s, uh, actually why I’m here. Studying the aether.” He gestured stiffly at the surrounding woods, hoping not to attract any more questions.

The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies - For all your anime magic academy RP needs

Eliseo Rhaveus, WIP

_{"You know, there was actually a fascinating discussion of this very concept in Canterbrick Stables v Eldrichsen— wait, where are you going?"}

Name:

Eliseo Benedict Rhaveus

_{(you can call him Eli)}

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Saved from a skeletal form only by a habit of fencing instilled in him as a child, Eli is a bit taller than average with a lean, narrow build. His skin is dark brown and mostly even, topped with tousled brown-black hair contrasted by a pale lock on his forehead. His tallow-coloured eyes are usually rimmed by rectangular spectacles, and his features school nicely into his signature look of distracted contemplation.

His style of dress follows the trends of high society, currently consisting of loose-fitting shirts and simple, slim trousers complemented by ornate doublets or overcoats. As for his Glynwood uniform, Eli has coped with its considerable drabness by adding a colourful textile sash tied around the waist, a popular article in the Southern prefectures that he's particularly fond of.

Personality:

Anime smart guy who almost seems cool

Background:

Keen classmates will recognize Eli’s surname as that of Juliano Rhaveus, famed (or perhaps infamous) chief prosecutor for the Heptarchy responsible for the prosecution of the controversial Belworth case. His father’s station is representative of the whole of Eli’s pedigree; hailing from the wealthy Southwestern prefectures, House Rhaveus has long held a strong presence in the workings of the Magisterium, producing lawyers, statesmen, and all manner of scholars for generations. As such, Eli spent his privileged youth sheltered securely in the walls of his Pontaion townhouse and sprawling Southern estate receiving a first-rate education from tutors and relatives alike, not least of whom his accomplished father.

The two were near-inseparable when Eli was a child, the boy always at his father’s heels chattering all manner of questions, and Juliano happy to answer them all. Eli had the privilege of sitting in on all manner of Magisterium business (when security didn’t demand privacy, of course) and he grew to love the world of politics and governance and the people who made it up. Juliano Rhaveus had no shortage of friends and allies, and kept up with all of them; Eli grew up with a slew of doting relatives and family friends alike making regular rounds at his childhood home, sharing their love of the political sciences. As such, it surprised nobody when the boy who made legislators out of stuffed animals and conducted mock debates on the ethics of early bedtimes soon aspired to be a great statesman himself, handling issues of import among the esteemed ranks of the Heptarchy.

But the strife of the war affected everyone in the republic, and perhaps young Eli the most out of his sheltered peers. Initially, the Belworth case was exciting; Eli was proud of his father for enforcing the laws of the Magisterium so stalwartly, and he was sure such a righteous cause would be championed by all of the honourable statesmen he’d come to know and love. But instead, the controversy surrounding the Belworth case and the resulting political schism within the Heptarchy put his family on precarious ground, suddenly caught up in disputes over Belworth’s prosecution and the reach of the Heptarchy which began to threaten beyond academic debate. Family friends Eli had known since birth suddenly turned against his father, and men Juliano had butted heads with for decades suddenly became friends; Eli’s world was turned upside down as friends and foes changed places, the superficiality of political allegiance finally rearing its ugly head.

Fearing for their safety amidst rising unrest in the capital, Juliano sent his family away to their Southern estate while he remained in the capital, where they remained for the duration of the coming war, including Eli's noesis at the age of 14. Still reeling from his upheaval from Pontaion, Eli dug into magical studies as a distraction more than anything else, flitting from one topic to the next following interests that changed with the tide. Magic was fun and fascinating, sure, but the passion he'd previously held for politics wasn't mirrored in the magical arts; aside from the defensive magic his father insisted he learn, Eli became a jack of all trades, master of none, dabbling here and there to develop moderate experience in many fields, but no deep understanding of any of them.

Now that things have finally calmed down, Eli’s family has returned to Pontaion - but it’s not the same. Despite longing to return to the city that raised him, Pontaion felt colder, more foreign to Eli than it did in his youth, the faces of beaurocrats and politicians now concealing potential threats as opposed to the friends he once knew. As such, Eli is eager to move on, hoping that immersion in academia at Glynwood will distract him from the political turmoil brewing at the capital - and the turmoil within as he tries to find a new direction for his future.

---

Attunement:

Tellurian

Aura:

Eli's aura materializes as an iridescent shell surrounding him, marked by glowing runes that write and erase themselves on its surface. Inside, the bubble is filled with the sound of quiet whispers.

Magic:

Eli likes to dabble in all manner of magic, and as such he's amassed a fair arsenal of low-level spells mostly geared toward convenience. A little telekinesis here to reach a book on a high shelf, a little fire there to keep his tea hot, all products of an endless stream of intense, but short-lived interests. The only area of magic in which he's progressed beyond the beginner stage is a field of defensive magics often employed by those in law enforcement, impressed upon him shortly after noesis as a caution against any negative attention drawn by his father. Those spells include inflicting paralysis on individuals or groups, conjuring magical bindings, and summoning protective barriers outside of his own.

In a cruel twist of irony, the only area Eli has found any more than fleeting interest in is High Magic, its complexity and depth plucking at the long-abandoned passions of a boy who once wanted to tackle complicated problems for a living. Of course, being so young, such advanced arts are still well out of his grasp.

---

Arcane Items:

• A pair of magicked spectacles which reveal invisible enchantments. Although intended to help the wearer avoid magical traps, the glasses don’t actually indicate whether an enchantment is malignant or benign, only that it is present.
• A very expensive, very complex magical artifice currently all the rage in the wealthy Southern prefectures, used for telling time down to the second. It is made of gold, fits in the palm of the hand and is secured by a chain attached to Eli's doublet, usually carried in his pocket. Its small size and great value make it a pickpocketing risk, and the care that must be taken keeping track of them has led enthusiasts to fondly dub these little devices "pocketwatches."
• A gift from his father on his return to Pontaion, Eli is also bringing a staff with him to Glynwood for use with High Magic. Created by the fine craftsmen of Pontaion, the staff is made of fine polished ebony and topped with a palm-sized knob of pearlescent white stone, carved in the likeness of an octopus with only seven tentacles.

Other:

• The pale lock of hair near Eli's forehead is a birthmark. Apparently his great-grandfather Benedict had something similar, and such was the origin of his middle name.
• Alongside his magicked glasses, he also has a set of normal glasses for nearsightedness.
• Eli is a perfectly average fencer, and that's probably all he'll ever be.

Heavily WIP but in case anyone wants to see what's in the works bio/personality-wise

The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies - For all your anime magic academy RP needs

This sounds awesome! I love the lore rich setting here, and I've been itching to plah some kind of mage recently. The only two things I either missed or otherwise didn't see were the technology level of the world, and the racial make up of its inhabitants. Is this a modern fantasy setting, with technologies similar to ours today? Or is this more of a medieval fantasy? And from what I could gather it seems like there are only humans here, right? No elves or dwarves or anything else?

@Light

I know the tech level is renaissance sans guns, can’t speak authoritatively on races tho

The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies - For all your anime magic academy RP needs

someone help me decide between insufferable magic law student and angy necromancer

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Name:

Lienna Orn

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Short physical description, uniform alterations, that sort of thing.

Personality:

You know the drill.

Background:

A brief synopsis of your character’s life before attending the academy. Remember that all students require a letter of recommendation from a practicing mage to apply at Glynwood.

---

Attunement:

Ouranian

Aura:

Lienna's aura is like a little bubble of winter, enveloping her in cold, crisp air and swirling snow. Its precise nature varies by the activity: It might only be a cold bubble of drifting snowflakes when calmly casting a simple spell, but whip into a raging blizzard when emotions run high or a spell demands considerable effort.

Magic:

Lienna's affinity for magic has very much been shaped by the harsh environment she grew up in, and revolves mostly around cold, wind, and ice. While she would very much have preferred to take to something like fire, which she imagines would have been more useful in her frigid mountain home, she's managed to make her natural talent for all things icy work for her. Principally, she's developed a tolerance for cold significantly stronger than a mundane person, able to comfortably tolerate temperatures that would freeze anyone else to death. Creating (and dispelling) ice on command has also been helpful more than once in navigating rough terrain, but she is hindered somewhat by her lacklustre control. Her mentor commended her often for the sheer force of her spells, but at the same time, Lienna struggles to contain that power, and she often finds her magic going awry or "leaking" out of her when she least expects it.

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Arcane Items:

List staves, enchanted trinkets, or anything else your character might own of the magical variety. Take this part out if your character lacks any possessions that fit this description.

Other:

Dumb trivia you couldn’t worm in anywhere else but really want us to know about your character.

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CS

_{"You know, there was actually a fascinating discussion of this very concept in Canterbrick Stables v Eldrichsen— wait, where are you going?"}

Name:

Eliseo Benedict Rhaveus

_{(you can call him Eli)}

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Saved from a skeletal form only by a habit of fencing instilled in him as a child, Eli is a bit taller than average with a lean, narrow build. His skin is dark brown and mostly even, topped with tousled black hair contrasted by a pale lock on his forehead. His tallow-coloured eyes are usually rimmed by rectangular spectacles, and his features school nicely into his signature look of distracted contemplation.

His style of dress follows the trends of high society, currently consisting of loose-fitting shirts and simple, slim trousers complemented by ornate doublets or overcoats. As such, the Glynwood uniform meshes well into his current wardrobe; the comparative drabness of the uniform doesn’t bother him much, and he hasn’t really changed anything about it.

Personality:

Anime smart guy who almost seems cool

Background:

Keen classmates will recognize Eli’s surname as that of Juliano Rhaveus, famed (or perhaps infamous) chief prosecutor for the Heptarchy responsible for the prosecution of the controversial Belworth case. His father’s station is representative of the whole of Eli’s pedigree; hailing from the wealthy Southwestern prefectures, House Rhaveus has long held a strong presence in the workings of the Magisterium, producing lawyers, statesmen, and all manner of scholars for generations. As such, Eli spent his privileged youth sheltered securely in the walls of his Pentaion townhouse and sprawling Southern estate receiving a first-rate education from tutors and relatives alike, not least of whom his accomplished father.

The two were near-inseparable when Eli was a child, the boy always at his father’s heels chattering all manner of questions, and Juliano happy to answer them all. Eli had the privilege of sitting in on all manner of Magisterium business (when security didn’t demand privacy, of course) and he grew to love the world of politics and governance and the people who made it up. Juliano Rhaveus had no shortage of friends and allies, and kept up with all of them; Eli grew up with a slew of doting relatives and family friends alike making regular rounds at his childhood home, sharing their love of the political sciences. As such, it surprised nobody when the boy who made legislators out of stuffed animals and conducted mock debates on the ethics of early bedtimes soon aspired to be a great statesman himself, handling issues of import among the esteemed ranks of the Heptarchy.

But the strife of the [WAR] affected everyone in the republic, and perhaps young Eli the most out of his sheltered peers. Initially, the Belworth case was exciting; Eli was proud of his father for enforcing the laws of the Magisterium so stalwartly, and he was sure the righteous cause would be championed by all of the honourable statesmen he’d come to know and loe. But instead, the controversy surrounding the Belworth case and the resulting political schism within the Heptarchy put his family on precarious ground, suddenly caught in the middle of disputes over Belworth’s prosecution and the reach of the Heptarchy which began to threaten to go beyond academic debate. Family friends Eli had known since birth suddenly turned against his father, and men Juliano had butted heads with for decades suddenly became friends; Eli’s world was turned upside down as friends and foes changed places, the superficiality of political allegiance finally showing through.

Fearing for their safety amidst rising unrest in the capital, Juliano sent his family away to their Southern estate under the guise of early summering, where they remained for the duration of the coming war; a wise choice that allowed them to avoid the worst of the conflict, including the historic Siege of Pentaion. This was where Eli lived the bulk of his teenage years, including his noesis at the age of 14. Still reeling from his upheaval from Pentaion, Eli thrust into magical studies at the expense of politics, flitting from one topic to the next with interests that changed with the tide. Aside from the defensive magic his father insisted he learn, Eli became a jack of all trades, master of none, dabbling here and there to develop moderate experience in many fields, but no deep understanding of any of them. Principally, he was fascinated by the complex theories of high magic, yet well out of his reach.

Now that things have finally calmed down, Eli’s family has returned to Pentaion - but it’s not the same. Despite longing to return to the city that raised him, Pentaion felt colder, more foreign to Eli than it did in his youth, the faces of beaurocrats and politicians now concealing potential threats as opposed to the friends he once knew. As such, Eli is eager to move on, hoping that immersion in academia at Glynwood will distract him from the political turmoil brewing at the capital - and the turmoil within as he tries to find a new direction for his future.

---

Attunement:

Tellurian

Aura:

What does your aura look/feel/sound like?

Magic:

Describe your character’s magical abilities, nascent as they are at this point in time. What types of magic have they already learned? What do they favor or have an affinity toward? What are they looking to specialize in? Feel free to keep this broad or list out specific spells in their arsenal. Keep in mind, magic isn’t just about fighting; magi use it to enhance nearly every facet of their everyday life when they can get away with it.

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Arcane Items:

Eli has a pair of magicked spectacles which reveal invisible enchantments. Although intended to help the wearer avoid magical traps, the glasses don’t actually indicate whether an enchantment is malignant or benign, only that it is present.

Other:

Dumb trivia you couldn’t worm in anywhere else but really want us to know about your character.

The Shattering of Aegis

_{✧ Location: Snakeburrow Woods ✧ Purse: 12 copper ✧ @McMolly @Hero ✧}

Kyreth nodded mutely to Lilann, struggling through another bout of coughing before his lungs finally felt (mostly) clear. He accepted Eila’s healing readily, although not without a little squirming. He’d never been the subject of healing magic before; the pain subsided quickly, for a mercy, but it was accompanied by a tingling warmth and a queer crawling feeling as his flesh readily knit itself back together. His eyes widened at the process, and a sigh of relief escaped him; just like that, good as new. He could only imagine how handy it would have been to have someone like her around on his travels before now.

Once healed, he reached to replace his hood, only to grab thin air. Right, damn - what was left of his cloak was stuck in a stinking, smoldering heap on the roadside. He opened his mouth to apologize to Eila, feeling horrible about having ruined her gift to him so recklessly, but she was already gone, jogging back toward the cart.

“It seems I’ve put myself in a predicament…” Kyreth took a go at levity, smirking halfheartedly at Lilann as he gestured to his missing hood. His voice was still gravely from the smoke, but that was the least of his problems. He really had just made things a whole lot harder for himself. He stood out enough with the benefit of a hood to cover his horns; now, not only had he destroyed a very expensive gift, he’d also made sure he’d be openly advertising his Tainted nature everywhere they went.

Damn. He allowed himself a groan as he pulled himself to his feet, hands healed but still feeling all the aches and pains that came with a violent roll with a savage beast. Cerric told him to stop apologizing for himself, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty. Lilann hid her nature well - better than he did even before losing his cloak - but with him among their number, he wouldn’t just be drawing negative attention to himself, but to the group as a whole. Dammit, he knew he’d be a burden on this trip, he just hadn’t predicted how creatively he’d manage to do it.

“Well, we’re alive, that’s the main thing,” Kyreth muttered, half to Lilann as he dusted himself off, but mostly to himself. He really should have counted himself lucky, all things considered. Feeling badly, sure, but he endured a fiery accident and got away with only some minor injuries, and nobody else hurt to boot. Importantly, Lilann was okay.

Kyreth raised his eyebrows at that, the thought surprising him a bit. It occurred to him that he’d only known Lilann barely two days, yet there he was, keeping her at the forefront of his mind, throwing caution to the wind to help her. It was so unlike him, so utterly unlike his kind to put someone else before himself, it surprised him that he didn’t realize the oddness of it all until now. Hells, the last time he kept anyone’s interests in mind was with Berta…

He shook his head, putting the images of fire and smoke out of his mind. Similar incident, sure, but this time ended a lot better than that time did. He should be thankful for that.

Instead of stewing further, Kyreth reached between the buttons of his tunic to grasp his pendant and bowed his head, offering a silent prayer of thanks to Selene for her mercy. Once done, he made his way back to the cart - or where the cart had been, before that mad beast took off with it and left Cerric in the muck - and stooped to pick up the cloak pin he’d dropped, putting it safely in his pocket. Cloak or no cloak, he would be loath to let such a thoughtful gift rust in the dirt.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said warmly to Lilann, hoisting his (thankfully undamaged) pack back over his shoulder. He tried to fasten his hood again, failing again, and instead sheepishly combed through his hair, utterly unused to the feeling of wind in his hair. “Let’s hope the rest of the road isn’t nearly so interesting.”