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Max looks up at him when he talks, nods in reply, then focuses back down at their lap. They flip the paper over, and then back up. They thumb through the stack, but don't seem to find what they're looking for. "Would it kill them to include a map? Scheiße. Huge-ass school, and no way of finding anything."

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"Ja." Max hesitates, narrowing their pale eyes. "Aber dein Akzent ist nicht richtig. Deutsch geboren, woanders aufgewachsen?" They pull out a binder with a decent-sized stack of official-looking documents. They one out of the middle, and it's evident that it's a class schedule. After perusing it for a moment, they furrow their brow.

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Max grins at Alexei, managing to look only a little threatening. "Indeed I am. I'm Max. You are?" They take his hand and release it just as quickly, moving past him. On they bed, they pick up a change of clothes and take them to the bathroom. They return a minute later. They settle onto the armchair on their side.

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The noblewoman nods to his explanation and grins. "Tiresome? I quite agree, but I think my mother would run me through if she heard that. She's the one who taught me diplomacy and court manner, you see. Please, call me Nora."
She hears talking ahead, ears perking up in uncanny sync with her mount's. A minute later, she passes the front gate, where her servant passing the carriage off to a stable hand.
She nods at the maid. "I'll see you inside. Go rest. I'll stay out and about until dinner." She turns to Keith. "Up for a ride?"

The twins decide the war Victor

Elias sighs, rolling his eyes at his sovereign's dramatics. He grins and follows him, guiding the newly-released prisoner in case they're unsteady.

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Faustine jumps up, parchment in hand, with eyebrows comically high as she reads the paper fervently. Realizing how she looks, she shakes her head to set her brow into a normal position. She turns around to see that the librarian was watching her with some level of concern, and sticks her tongue out at him. She picks up her writing materials and the letter, leaving all the books and discarded drafts at the table. The librarian throws up his hands in exasperation.
"Please leave those!" She calls over her shoulder as she sets off at a fast pace to her sister's room. She knocks at her twin's door.

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As soon as Alexei shuts the door, Max opens it, pushing their way in whilst laughing. They slam it shut and lock it behind them. Once the door is locked, their expression wipes with a sigh. They turn around and stare at Alexei without a hint of emotion, then move to their bed without sound.

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Max, who had been wandering about, passes Karena. They nod at her sagely, not acknowledging the pile of students left, and continue walking. A voice calls something, sounding angry, and they let out a cackling laugh, breaking into a sprint. They turn a corner only to come tearing back around it a second later, followed by a larger Legacy student.

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In a smooth German accent, Max dismisses the school’s escort, picking up their bag and walking into the main lobby. They are directed to a check-in sheet and sign the usual release forms and school policy agreements. After a brief spat with the administrator, Max goes to their dorm room with a set of both men’s and women’s uniforms. They settle on a white uniform button-down and a long black jacket with black slacks not provided by the school, leaving the women’s tie undone around their neck. Looking at the mirror, they pull the top three buttons loose. Max nears a scuffle in the hallway, winks at the Rat with a bloody nose in the middle of it, and continues past.

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Name: Max. Just Max.
Age: 15
Appearance:

Max

They wear mild makeup and Korean streetwear reflective of both genders. Proclivity to bright colors.
Rat or Legacy: Unknown
What syndicate you are in? Unknown
Skills: None yet, but if you're rude to them, your phone stops working right. They walk really, really quietly. They also just fucking. have a taser. A whole-ass taser.
Bio: Unknown.
Personality: Confusing and elusive. If misgendered, they will correct the person once. They don't take kindly to it happening again unless they have reason to believe it was accidental.
Extras (optional): Sunburns easily

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Gabriel

Full Name:
Gabriel Moravec Schovajsa
Nicknames/Aliases:
Gabi, Gabe, Codename Mordred
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Primary:
Pyromancy
Secondaries of Interest:
Levitation
Secondaries:
Tracking
Description:
Gabriel is very well-groomed and deliberate when it comes to appearances. He has bright grey eyes framed by thick eyelashes, and his face is dotted with beauty marks, “imperfections” that he covers with makeup. He has long nails. His hair is naturally black, but he often dyes it; usually the same shade of hot pink (♠️), but sometimes baby blue (♠️). Gabriel wears dark clothing in the form of boots or sneakers, form-fitting tops, joggers or skinny jeans, and jackets. His field gear (for family-related hits) includes a helmet with a comms display and night and thermal vision. The suit is programmed to track his location, heartbeat, and temperature output. There is mild armor lining his shoulders, the tops of his arms, and the sides of his legs, but the rest is light and breathable.

field kit

Personality:
Gabriel seems nice and quiet when unbothered, but is bitter about a lot of things, so he’s liable to snap at people. Avoids authority whenever possible, and considers his peers unintelligent and/or inferior unless proven otherwise. He has an evil-sounding but infectous laugh and a heavily accented and smoky voice (he's a shit singer, though, so don't ask). Falls hard and fast, knows it, and hates it.
Crush:
Open
Sexuality:
Strain’t
Skills:
Emitted Heat – little to no light, moderate to high heat. Outlines his bone structure with a small glow if producing light.
Fire conjuration – Moderate to bright light, moderate to extreme heat. Manifests on him, open flame.
Fire projectiles – Moderate to bright light, extreme heat. Manifests in his line of sight or above his palm and can be thrown.
Rudimentary Tracking magic capability
Fluent in English, Icelandic, German, with intermediate knowledge of Norwegian.
He is able to move without making a sound on almost all surfaces.
Uncanny hearing and 20|10 eyesight.
Gabe is very good at creative and critical thinking, and he’s quite the asset in a planning session. He’s also very good at memorizing plans.
Superior knife-wielding, intermediate dual-wielding
Light sleeper
Weaknesses:
Afraid of bodies of water, especially those too deep to see the bottom of. Hates rain, as it makes it hard to use fire.
Fire is bright, and not terribly stealthy. He compromises by simply superheating himself, but if he gets too hot, it can be bright enough to be a problem anyways.
He’s not immune to guilt – he gets pretty bad nightmares because of what he’s done, and he has a shit sleeping schedule for it. This lack of sleep makes for a terrible attention span, and he’s more than once slipped up on a mission because he took to long to process what a comm order was saying.
Gabe is afraid of dogs. This extends to most canines.
Light sleeper
Brief History:
Family History:
The Schovajsas are a ruthless, enigmatic group of contract killers located in Iceland. They are used by organized crime groups all over the globe and are known for their untarnished success rate and flexibility. The Memolis are repeat customers.
The Schovajsas are made up three combative and two noncombative groups; the Launmorðingi (Assassins), the Flugelda (Arsonists), the Húsvörður (Cleaners), the Hátalarar (Diplomats), and the Mállaus (Uninvolved). The Launmorðingi are the quiet, stealthy, heat-based killers; The Flugelda are the pyromaniacs and open flame or explosive experts; the Húsvörður are backup and cleanup, sometimes referred to as Scorchers; the Hátalarar are the job takers and negotiators; and the Mállaus are almost exclusively in-laws who want or have nothing to do with the family business.
Personal History:
Gabriel has been training his pyromancy since age seven. At age ten, he became the first of his immediate family to start training as an assassin. His maternal grandmother, Vivian “Apex” Schovajsa, the head of both the Assassin and Diplomat classes, played a key role in his upbringing and training. Schovajsas aren’t considered completely trained until age 20, so he has a ways to go, and the Academy puts him back further.
Other:
Likes ice cream. He owns a cinnamon sugar ball python, and he definitely brought it with him to the academy. He wears it in his sleeves to lecture classes. Frequent use of antihistamines bc he hates allergies leads to shakiness and nosebleeds. Prefers odd numbers, and refuses to touch handrails.

Dakota

Full Name:
Dakota Hollister
Nicknames/Aliases:
Kota
Age:
17
Gender:
NB
Primary:
Aeromancy
Secondaries of Interest/Secondaries:
Levitation, Blood Magic
Description:
Bright yellow eyes peer out from under golden curls. Dakota has impeccable posture, with type 3c hair that's always perfect and a fashion sense highly reflective of Korean street style. They radiate top energy.
Personality:
Secure ego, somewhat assertive. Wouldn’t dream of disobeying a rule or law. Rather friendly, and they’re used to being popular. Courteous to adults and authority figures, informal to peers. They love to taunt enemies, regardless of the situation or level of danger. They don’t like to go outside when it gets dark.
Crush:
Open
Skills:
Decent baker, weirdly good at icing cakes.
Knows how to give and take a punch.
Incredibly diplomatic due to upbringing.
Weaknesses:
Prone to constantly taunting enemies.
Afraid of the dark.
Brief History:
Dakota isn’t royalty, but they’re damn near it. The Hollisters are a very wealthy family with a huge amount of political power and influence in northern Europe. When Dakota came out, their immediate family was accepting, but the older parts of the family pressured Dakota’s parents into sending them to Marchand. Dakota is searching for a pyromancer who killed their older brother. They believe it was a hired hit.
Other:
Always guesses the current direction correctly unless its southwest.