DanyelIt was dull, as far as dreams went. A mirror, or rather a window, to some forest. He felt himself slipping in, though not by choice, as if he was being pulled in by some force he could not otherwise sense or recognise. Just as the last of him fell through the mirror's frame, he experienced a sensation of intense vertigo and all was engulfed by darkness.
To him, no time had passed at all as he felt his consciousness returning just as he was being hoisted up by his limbs. Blinking and groaning softly at the stiffness of his muscles, his eyes gained focus and he found himself staring at a young adult. Male, Asian ethnicity, probably between 17 and 21 years age, ask for a license., his mind catalogued. Then came the confusion. This felt too real to be a dream of any sort. He could feel the crisp morning air, autumn morning, far too vividly. The smell of grass and rain. The light shining through the treetops was too bri- Holy shit, those trees were tall. Even the smallest far outsized the Shard, for God's sake! Confusion was quickly replaced by the feeling of panic, not even the slightest bit enjoyable wonder and the smallest inkling of dread. Jerking his limbs, he fell down from the two youngsters' grip onto the, thankfully soft, grass. It was then he first got a good look at the other person holding him off the ground.
Young girl, brunette, 15 to 18 years of age. He stared up at her for a while, eyes a little wide behind his tinted sunglasses. Wait. Sunglasses? He had not worn those when he went to bed. In fact, what was he wearing then? Glancing down, a small spike of irritation went through his brain. His work outfit. Great. The irritation was quickly overcome by confusion once more. Why was he in these clothes at all? It would make sense, in a dream. But no, this was not a dream. Couldn't be.
Shaking his head, he stood up and dusted off his trousers. That's a lot of people... and a rabbit? A white rabbit in early autumn?" He thought as he mentally counted heads. A colourful cast, at the very least. And young. The youngest seemed not older tham 12 or 13. And only one or two older than himself. Was that a police officer? Feeling up the breast pocket of his vest mid-thought, he was delightfully surprised for the first time since the short time he woke up. His fags and lighter were in their usual place, too. Taking out a cigarette and his lighter, he casually lit it and took a long drag as he pocketed his lighter. The nicotine took damn near instaneous effect as he felt his nerves settle a little. Turning to the young brunette and the Asian who had picked him up, he felt a little awkward at speaking at all, but decided to voice his thoughts anyway. And introduce himself, didn't want to appear rude.
"Chase River, pleased to meet you two. I'm guessing I'm not dreaming?" God, those words sounded forced. He grimaced inwardly. Smiling would likely make it even worse. He was about to continue until he heard a voice. Like someone speaking through a loudspeaker. And the voice came from everywhere at once, as if it were disembodied.
"Naughty, naughty, little rabbit. Not even a decade as a fugitive and already trying your hardest to get to the top of Her Majesty's long-list of decapitees?"
The voice didn't stay disembodied for long. In hindsight, Chase wished it had. The air fifteen feet or so above the white rabbit rippled and out of the ripple emerged a person. A strong scent of orchids assaulted his nose. It wasn't unpleasant, but the person accompanying it was. Or it appeared to be a person until one dared take a closer glance at it. It was more a skeleton than a person, its skin a shade of grey that was tightly draped over its ribcage, arms thin like twigs each ending up to a quintet of five, dangerously sharp-looking claws. Stitches and long scars ran across its entire body like brushstrokes on a canvas. Odd, purple tattoos ran down the length of its thin arms, almost more like birthmarks than actual ink. Its choice in attire was rather bizarre, a royal purple, sleeveless straitjacket fashioned out of leather that left the thing's midriff bare. Skintight charcoal grey trousers, badly torn and worn. Behind it swayed a bony tail, bony ridges poking out of the flesh along its length.
Worst of all was its face. It wasn't the eerie amber eyes, pupils slit like a cat's, or the manic gleam in them, though they alone would have been bad. It was the mouth. The thing's cheeks had been split up into a full-blown Glasgow smile, the cuts damn near reaching its long, long ears. And what a Glasgow smile it was, a grin full of yellowed, sharp fangs each as prickly and sharp as needles.
It hung off the air for a while, bare feet swinging back-and-fro like a demented image of a child at a swing. It then dropped down next to the rabbit with grace that seemed unreal and it crouched down next to the small animal.
"But I guess these must be the humans with the... Potential? Oh my, what a game-changer you've brought in, Peter. You've sparked a fire, Rain, wonder how close you can stand to the flame 'till you burn?
Potential? What was that? Peter? Rain? Was that the rabbit's name? Wait, was that rabbit not just a normal rab- No, of course it wasn't. And who was this Her Majesty the thing spoke mentioned. Sounded like something straight out of a Lewis Carrol tale.
His cig damn near fell out of his mouth as his mind connected the dots. Her Majesty, a white rabbit, and while this creature really stretched the definition, a mangy cat.
"Oh, balls."
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@ IVIasterJay : I thought about that. In the end, I figured that they're asleep already, why would they feel tired?
@Sen : It is for the Neo-Shadows.
@Demon Shinobi : Who now? -googles-
Huh... I can definitely see the similiarity. Now if she didn't have those stereotypical anime eyes, I might actually use this.
Huh... I can definitely see the similiarity. Now if she didn't have those stereotypical anime eyes, I might actually use this.
Name: Chase River
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Arcana: Wheel of Fortune
Weapon: Brass knuckles
Personality: Chase is a social butterfly, friendly and easy to approach if not a little sarcastic at times. Working as a bartender, Chase is used to seeing people both at their best and their worst. He is a great conversationalist by trade alone. Having only a foster father to call his own family, he doesn't like to think much about family.
A ladies' man, Chase greatly appreciates the female gender and would always rather seek company from women rather than men, even if the companionship was entirely non-sexual.
Chase is persistent and stubborn to a fault. He would never abandon a task or back down from a challenge once he's undertaken it, no matter what the odds were.
Persona Name: Bacchus
Persona Appearance: Bacchus is an adult male with curly blonde hair, the upper portion of his face hidden by a golden, intricately decorated carnival mask. He is draped in a crimson and purple toga, with grape vines coiled around him. He has a wooden barrel hoisted on his shoulder and on his other hand, he holds a golden goblet adorned with amethysts.
Persona Skills: Garu, Poisma, Provoke
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Arcana: Wheel of Fortune
Weapon: Brass knuckles
Personality: Chase is a social butterfly, friendly and easy to approach if not a little sarcastic at times. Working as a bartender, Chase is used to seeing people both at their best and their worst. He is a great conversationalist by trade alone. Having only a foster father to call his own family, he doesn't like to think much about family.
A ladies' man, Chase greatly appreciates the female gender and would always rather seek company from women rather than men, even if the companionship was entirely non-sexual.
Chase is persistent and stubborn to a fault. He would never abandon a task or back down from a challenge once he's undertaken it, no matter what the odds were.
Persona Name: Bacchus
Persona Appearance: Bacchus is an adult male with curly blonde hair, the upper portion of his face hidden by a golden, intricately decorated carnival mask. He is draped in a crimson and purple toga, with grape vines coiled around him. He has a wooden barrel hoisted on his shoulder and on his other hand, he holds a golden goblet adorned with amethysts.
Persona Skills: Garu, Poisma, Provoke
Plucking the letter from Aura's hands, Craïs inspected it. It was from the Elder Council, the seal on it told her that much. Breaking the seal and opening the letter, the redheaded mage began to immerse herself in its contents. Saren Harlaus... another familiar name. He was the apprentice to Master... what was his name? She couldn't recall. Golden Tablet, that wasn't a long way from where they were. Two hours to three on horseback. She could properly get some supplies there.
Hearing the younger mage speak, Craïs responded to her with a grin. "Oh, it's a quest, alright. Artifact recovery. No wonder they asked me. And from the hands of a renegade mage, nonetheless." It sounded exciting. She needed to grab her things and... She looked back at Aura. "We're heading for the Golden Tablet. Do you have anything you need to take with you? We're going on horseback so we can't take much..."
Hearing the younger mage speak, Craïs responded to her with a grin. "Oh, it's a quest, alright. Artifact recovery. No wonder they asked me. And from the hands of a renegade mage, nonetheless." It sounded exciting. She needed to grab her things and... She looked back at Aura. "We're heading for the Golden Tablet. Do you have anything you need to take with you? We're going on horseback so we can't take much..."
Craïs Magen
Arcanium, Central Morallea
Craïs woke up with a start, hearing her name being called and her door being knocked. Dear lord, what time was it, she felt so drowsy... glancing at her clock, she found her answer. It was morning, meaning she had only managed to catch only an hour or two of sleep. She had stayed up all night cross-referencing her tomes again, before falling asleep at her desk. Her mind worked best at night-time, afterall. Getting up from her chair, the redhead stretched mid-stride as she walked to the door and opened it.
"Yes...?" She tentatively asked, hoping it wasn't some uptight Master again to inform her of some appointment. She blinked as she saw who it actually was. That was Aureno Winters, Lord Jumal's little apprentice. The two had never spoken, but Craïs had seen the diminutive girl around at the Akademia quite often, even if neither formally studied there. Craïs herself had many appointments there, courtesy of the Elder Council and several other Magiya officials. She figured little Aura merely ran chores and tasks for her elderly master there often.
Golden eyes gleaming and a sunny smile to match in spite of her tiredness, the Revelrian greeted the young apprentice mage: "If it isn't little Aura Winters? They're running you ragged this early in the morning, huh? Someone sent you to deliver me... a letter?" The redhead glanced curiously at the envelope in the girl's hands.
Arcanium, Central Morallea
Craïs woke up with a start, hearing her name being called and her door being knocked. Dear lord, what time was it, she felt so drowsy... glancing at her clock, she found her answer. It was morning, meaning she had only managed to catch only an hour or two of sleep. She had stayed up all night cross-referencing her tomes again, before falling asleep at her desk. Her mind worked best at night-time, afterall. Getting up from her chair, the redhead stretched mid-stride as she walked to the door and opened it.
"Yes...?" She tentatively asked, hoping it wasn't some uptight Master again to inform her of some appointment. She blinked as she saw who it actually was. That was Aureno Winters, Lord Jumal's little apprentice. The two had never spoken, but Craïs had seen the diminutive girl around at the Akademia quite often, even if neither formally studied there. Craïs herself had many appointments there, courtesy of the Elder Council and several other Magiya officials. She figured little Aura merely ran chores and tasks for her elderly master there often.
Golden eyes gleaming and a sunny smile to match in spite of her tiredness, the Revelrian greeted the young apprentice mage: "If it isn't little Aura Winters? They're running you ragged this early in the morning, huh? Someone sent you to deliver me... a letter?" The redhead glanced curiously at the envelope in the girl's hands.
Name: Craïs Magen
Aliases: N/A
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Craïs stands out from the crowd in the Morallean City States, easily identified as a foreigner. Hailing from Desertia, Craïs has a very sun-kissed complexion. Like a waterfall of fire, a fiery crimson mane cascades all the way down to her lower back, beads and pearls tied into it. Craïs' eyes are like bits of molten gold glinting in the light of a fire. Her origin is also present in her choice of attire, as she opts for a light robe with no sleeves, with a black top baring her midriff and shorts underneath it.
Faction: Morallean City States - Order of Magiya
Weapons:
:: Lantern of Uriel - A magical weapon attributed to fire and light. Despite its name, the Lantern of Uriel doesn't resemble an actual lantern in appearance and is more like a bracelet. The Lantern of Uriel is fueled by the wielder's magick and can manifest both flame and illumination.
:: Bow of Gabriel - Another magical weapon, resembling a red gauntlet in appearance in spite of its misleading name. Can shoot magick bolts much like a crossbow.
Magics:
:: Arteficing Magick
:: Enchantment Magick
Equipment/Items:
:: Her collection of magical artefacts; various
:: Her collection of tomes and scrolls; various
Backstory/Personality:
Craïs Magen hails from the westernmost city of Desertia, The Festive City of Revelria, a sovereign city in all but name. Craïs was born an orphan and was soon thereafter made a slave due to the city's laws. Growing up as a kitchenmaid, Craïs sought for freedom and a life of adventure outside Revelria. Being a slave is not for life, not in Revelria. There are three ways one can lose their status as a slave by their own. First is to get married. Marriage is not allowed for slaves and if one does get married, they lose their status as slaves and are freed by their owners. Second, in case of a child. Slaves are not allowed to have children Third is for the slave to simply ask his or her owner. By law, the owner cannot disallow it and must free the slave. Most never do. Education requires coin the poor don't have and slave owners are by law required to extend to their slaves food, water, and shelter. Thus most slaves are content to work under their masters and mistresses even with no monetary payment.
Craïs chose the third option. She was barely four summers old. Living on the streets of Revelria wasn't as easy as she had pegged it down to be. But she never regretted it. Learning how to fend for herself, Craïs was content as a "child of the alleys" until she saw her first street magician. Immensely intrigued and awed, Craïs began to bother, beg, and harass every street magician she met to teach her magic. At the age of twelve, Craïs left Revelria with a caravan of merchants. At the age of eighteen, she would arrive into the Morallean City States, much to the dismay of the Magiyan Elder Council. Her journeys between leaving Revelria and setting up Arcanium as more-or-less as her permanent residence are a story for another day...
Aliases: N/A
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance:
Craïs stands out from the crowd in the Morallean City States, easily identified as a foreigner. Hailing from Desertia, Craïs has a very sun-kissed complexion. Like a waterfall of fire, a fiery crimson mane cascades all the way down to her lower back, beads and pearls tied into it. Craïs' eyes are like bits of molten gold glinting in the light of a fire. Her origin is also present in her choice of attire, as she opts for a light robe with no sleeves, with a black top baring her midriff and shorts underneath it.
Faction: Morallean City States - Order of Magiya
Weapons:
:: Lantern of Uriel - A magical weapon attributed to fire and light. Despite its name, the Lantern of Uriel doesn't resemble an actual lantern in appearance and is more like a bracelet. The Lantern of Uriel is fueled by the wielder's magick and can manifest both flame and illumination.
:: Bow of Gabriel - Another magical weapon, resembling a red gauntlet in appearance in spite of its misleading name. Can shoot magick bolts much like a crossbow.
Magics:
:: Arteficing Magick
:: Enchantment Magick
Equipment/Items:
:: Her collection of magical artefacts; various
:: Her collection of tomes and scrolls; various
Backstory/Personality:
Craïs Magen hails from the westernmost city of Desertia, The Festive City of Revelria, a sovereign city in all but name. Craïs was born an orphan and was soon thereafter made a slave due to the city's laws. Growing up as a kitchenmaid, Craïs sought for freedom and a life of adventure outside Revelria. Being a slave is not for life, not in Revelria. There are three ways one can lose their status as a slave by their own. First is to get married. Marriage is not allowed for slaves and if one does get married, they lose their status as slaves and are freed by their owners. Second, in case of a child. Slaves are not allowed to have children Third is for the slave to simply ask his or her owner. By law, the owner cannot disallow it and must free the slave. Most never do. Education requires coin the poor don't have and slave owners are by law required to extend to their slaves food, water, and shelter. Thus most slaves are content to work under their masters and mistresses even with no monetary payment.
Craïs chose the third option. She was barely four summers old. Living on the streets of Revelria wasn't as easy as she had pegged it down to be. But she never regretted it. Learning how to fend for herself, Craïs was content as a "child of the alleys" until she saw her first street magician. Immensely intrigued and awed, Craïs began to bother, beg, and harass every street magician she met to teach her magic. At the age of twelve, Craïs left Revelria with a caravan of merchants. At the age of eighteen, she would arrive into the Morallean City States, much to the dismay of the Magiyan Elder Council. Her journeys between leaving Revelria and setting up Arcanium as more-or-less as her permanent residence are a story for another day...
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