Prosaic

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

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The Ordinary Mythical Academy

@Ever Would your character like to room with a gross water horse?

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Isaiah Blackwater

Isaiah Blackwater

Gender:

Male.

Species:

Kelpie (Faery).

Age:

18.

Room Number:

[Unknown]

Rooming With:

[Unknown]

Alignment:

Chaotic Neutral: A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions.

Appearance:

Human Form

A gaunt but debateably handsome dark haired boy, he may appear sickly to some. His skin is marked in bruises, they welt the flesh along his arms and sides. Sometimes large sores will appear around his neck and face, usually blackened by what appears to be rot. He's very tall, standing in around six foot two but he's almost unhealthily skinny. His hands collect scrapes and scratches seemingly at random, the knuckles are often bruised.

He will usually be found wearing black, adorned with shell necklaces. He seems to like things with stones and beads as well, liking to make a clacking noise wherever he goes.

Kelpie Form

The horse is a bit oversized and corded with muscle, but appears to be very drowned and very dead. It's black in color with discolored spots of rot all over it's large body. It has white, dead eyes and broken, rotting teeth hidden within it's muzzle. It's mane and tail hangs in tangled waves and it reeks of death. It's fur is bristled and matted from water and near it's flank is a large, open, wound that leaks almost constantly.

Personality:

Many would say that Isaiah is very odd, he doesn't seem to understand how to be human. He speaks in a strange way, halting and constantly measuring his words. He talks about water a lot, using it in his comparisons and euphemisms. Things that he likes will usually be compared to water. He lacks affect in his speaking at times and it can be hard to tell if anything excites him or scares him. That strangeness can make it hard to relate to him and ends in him not easily making friends.

Beyond that, he's an individualist by nature. He doesn't like rules and regulations, he will usually push his limits as much as he can. When told to do something, he will almost always do the opposite. He hates being expected to do things and he hates having tasks set out for him. He tends to act recklessly and rush into things without thinking it through, this leads to him getting into trouble a lot.

When he's comfortable around a person, he becomes very invested in conversing with them. He'll tell them everything and make sarcastic jokes. He can come off a bit pushy with friends though, trying to direct them into his recklessness and he has little to no empathy for their problems. He won't go out of his way to help them while fully expecting them to help him. He can also come off as mean, pointing out their flaws at times, though he doesn't seem to understand that he's being hurtful.

Bio:

Born to the Unseelie court of the Fae, he lived like any other Kelpie would have. His life was spent in the depths of black water deep within a forest in Ireland, drowning wicked humans for fun and warning young children away from the water. As he grew up, he grew more and more curious about the world outside his lake. He found himself growing interested in the humans who wandered close to the edge and that was the first time that he ever changed his form.

The young lady on the other side had red hair and blue eyes, she was very startled when a thirteen year old boy surfaced from the water. So startled, in fact, that she stumbled and toppled into the depths. He was fumbly in his new form, his new fingers were numb with the cold and his limbs were awkward and hard to use. He scooped his arms beneath hers and waded her thrashing form back to the top, he helped guide her back onto the shore and she tried frantically to ask him where he'd come from.

The thirteen year old boy had not ever spoken in his human voice before and he tried his best to respond that he was the spirit of the water. She was scared, cold and dripping, she spoke with him though. It was the first contact that he'd ever had with a human, they talked for hours. He didn't have all of the right words and sometimes he had to use his gestures and noises to describe what he meant but she mostly understood. When she finally had to go, she made a promise to return at his insistence.

She showed up at first, visiting every day but it wasn't long before she stopped. His only connection to a world outside of the water was broken entirely and he was left wondering. That growing wonder and that growing need to know more about the world is why he sought out the academy.

Power 1:

Shape-shifting: This is an ability inherent of all Kelpies, giving them the freedom to be whatever form suits them most.

Power 2:

Water manipulation: Much harder to learn, it's the ability to manipulate the water in whatever way is necessary.

Likes:

Water, tricks, surprising people, doing as he pleases, drowning things.

Dislikes:

Heat, moral dilemmas, following directions, boring people.

Family:

N/A.

Friends:

(Feel free to let me know if anyone wants to be friends with the gross water horse. He's a bad friend but don't let that stop you.)

Sentimental Attachment:

An old silver locket that once belonged to the woman who used to visit him.

Weapon:

N/A.

Other:

- He needs to have open access to large bodies of water, he can be on land during periods of time but he has to be able to return to the water for a few hours every day or his human body will suffer damage.

- Isaiah Blackwater is not his real name, obviously. He was born only under a much longer name that he will refuse to disclose. In Fae lore, when someone knows your full name, they have the ability to control you completely and he'd rather avoid that.

- He does not have the ability to lie.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Martin Cromwell.

By the campfire.

Interactions.

@Atrophy & @Surtr Inc & @FernStone

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Of course, his heart was pounding as he watched the girls interact. The adrenaline that coursed through his veins was nearly enough to cause him to raise to his feet. He didn't know what to do. It was almost as if vertigo hit him, a sort of dizziness that he didn't know how to fight off. What in the hell was he supposed to do if Claire started wailing on Rita? He didn't want to watch Claire beat his friend into a pulp but he also didn't think he could fight her or that he wanted to fight her.

He may have not known every minute detail about Claire but he knew enough that she was a pretty damn good fighter. Martin Cromwell was not a pretty damn good fighter. In fact, he'd taken a few beat downs in his life and he didn't want one of them to be tonight. God, that would be embarrassing. If he tried to step in to help Rita and got the shit kicked out of him then he was pretty sure that would be open season on him again. The thought of his old bullies coming out of the woodwork was enough to make him nauseous, the thought of new bullies coming out of the woodwork was enough to almost make him puke.

Claire shot her insult off at him, and he raised his hands in sarcastic, mock, surrender. It may have been ill timed on his part but it was his immediate reaction, maybe panic was making him delirious. Her friend started to drag her off and he physically exhaled. His shoulders sunk from their defensive position as the universe decided for him that he'd have to do absolutely nothing. That was fine by him, doing nothing meant that he could talk to Rita and try to convince her that this wasn't as bad as it seemed. Well, maybe it was as bad as it seemed but it was fixable. Maybe. Probably.

He couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. He knew what it was like to have all eyes on him in a negative way and it wasn't a good feeling. She hadn't even had a chance to introduce herself, she was a nameless face in this crowd but now she was the nameless face that Claire had developed a bias towards. Not a great start. He honestly didn't believe Rita had any intention of stirring up the shit pot with Claire but it had happened. It had happened and now she was suffering the consequences.

When the blond male piped up, he noticeably rolled his eyes in response. He hadn't ever met Hagan but he sure as hell had avoided him as much as physically possible. He burned with irritation that the boy would have the gall to be joking about this, though he wasn't surprised. He might have not known a lot about Hagan either but he knew Hagan wasn't known for his sensitive and caring nature.

"Fucking sadist." he muttered, though not loud enough to surface a challenge, because challenging Hagan did not seem like a good idea. He was pretty sure Hagan could literally kill him.

He had just been about to inquire about Rita's state of being when Tuyen beat him to it. She asked gently about her wellbeing and confirmed that she believed that Rita wouldn't have purposely done anything to Claire. He nodded in agreement when she said it, "Yeah, that was kind of. . . bad. It's good to see you again, Tuyen. I'm fine, but, Rita, how about you?"

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Aliana Agüero.

By the docks.

Interactions

@Surtr Inc

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The sound of Lynette's voice broke her from her thoughts and demanded her attention, it was hard not to be happy to see Lynette. She was a welcomed presence, especially when she was there to save Aliana from the clutter of her thoughts. She was always easy to talk to, though she was a more recent friend, she'd already made a good impression on her. She took the free spot to Aliana's other side, a notebook resting on her knees. Her company was comfortable, she was glad the girl had decided to join her.

Lynette was a New York native, they shared their obscurity from Montana. It was so very different from where they'd both come from, it was hard not to bond over that. Lynette was interesting in her estrangedness, there was something about her that provoked questions. That was part of why Aliana liked her so much, the girl had a goal but all be damned if she knew exactly what that goal was.

"Something like that, I'm not a huge fan of drinking and water helps me think. It reminds me of home." she said, glancing to her companion and smiling. "You looking to get away too or were you just bored with the mundane?"

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Martin Cromwell.

By the campfire.

Interactions.

@Atrophy & @Surtr Inc

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"Are you trying to tell me that I'm not sweet? I'm an absolute delight, Rita." his voice was amused as he nudged her back. "You're just jealous that I've got some top quality blood."

He turned his attention to Tuyen as she seemed to have launched into a scary story and, ever the goth, it absolutely absorbed him within moments. He was enthralled as she spoke, trying to paint the right mental imagery to go along with her words. He could see it even clearer with the trees stretching to either side of them, it had been a very good choice of story. Firelight and forestry made this all the scarier, he could almost picture his greatest fear consuming him. Of course, loneliness wasn't hard to imagine, he'd suffered enough of it over time that he knew exactly what it felt like.

He tried to imagine what it was like to be completely alone though, to have none of the acquaintances that he'd made over the years or even Rita, who he'd become so close to in their time together. The thought wasn't a good one. As he listened more and more, he became almost lost in it, picturing a terribly empty future. These kind of thoughts were usually saved for when he wasn't in social settings but for some reason, he couldn't shake it off. What would he even do if he were as truly alone as he appeared to be?

He had zoned out before he noticed it, but the brunette with pixie cut was quick to jerk him out of his thoughts. Her scream pierced straight into his head and he looked up sharply, staring as she hit the ground and flinching slightly. The story had been good, he had to give Tuyen that, but had it been so good that it had terrified this girl into shrieking? He watched her pick herself up quickly and realized that she was heading straight towards him and Rita. He was rightfully confused before she started challenging Rita and his muscles tensed uncomfortably.

He didn't know her but he had seen her around. He knew that she wasn't someone he wanted to tango with. He also knew that he wasn't about to just let her square off with Rita.

Rita stumbled out her response, the words blurring together in her panic. She looked singled out all of a sudden, it made him remember that she didn't even really have acquaintances here. It made him feel very bad suddenly, this wasn't the best way for her to initiate herself and this was likely to end up as a blow against her overall status. He couldn't mediate this, he had absolutely no skills in mediating. When Rita finished her apologetic response, she seemed to be trying to not look at the angry punk girl.

He looked directly at her, his stormy blue eyes narrowing in the dark. He cleared his throat sharply beside Rita, drawing attention to himself in a way that made his hands clammy with regret. "Hey, calming down seems like a good idea." he said, his voice wasn't intimidating and neither was his body language, he didn't look prepared for an argument at all. "I know Rita wouldn't purposely give you anything that would cause any sort of reaction. She's pretty chill, she wouldn't want to ruin your night like that."

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Aliana Agüero.

By the docks.

Interactions

@Surtr Inc

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Silence.

Her face was turned up to the glow of the moonlight above, picking out the few constellations that she knew in the sky. As stars twinkled unaffected overhead, she found herself trying to work through the tangle of her thoughts. Darkness made her tingle with discomfort but she wanted the peace of being away from the crowded campfire. It wasn't that she didn't like the other students who occupied it currently, she just didn't have the patience to socialize with so many of them. The night had started out a little rocky, she'd been dodging kids with alcohol and other various substances all night. It was all just a little harrowing.

She had sought out peace and here it was, as far from the scraggling groups as she could get and near the water that reminded her of home. The waves were a hushed whisper in the night, a sound that eased her anxieties despite her fear of the dark. She had always loved the sound of water, she had spent so much of her life surrounded in it that it had an instant effect on her. It was hard to be nervy when all she could think about was her childhood of dipping her feet in the ocean and feeling the hot Florida sun on her face. Farmer Hill was no Key West but it was nice in its own way. It was far away from her father.

She also had opportunities here, to stand out, to be whoever she wanted to be. It wasn't all bad. Nobody here knew about her childhood of bruises and flinching when somebody raised their hand, nobody knew anything of importance about her. Here, she was just Ali. Ali who was bright and loud and friendly, Ali who could be just a tad mean but usually meant well. She wasn't a tragedy and that was just fine with her. She breathed in deeply, the night air was cool on her tongue and she sought the little dipper out in the sky.

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@Surtr Inc Thank you! I'll add her to the character tab.

If anyone happens to want any connections with Aliana, let me know.

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Aliana Cecilia Agüero

Aliana Agüero

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"You don't know shit about my life and I prefer it that way."

20 | 5"9 | Afro Cuban and English American |She/Her | 146 lbs.

[Secretive]

APPEARANCE

"Not that I care about looks but I'm doing pretty damn well."

Aliana is built tall and strong with a very slim, beautiful, figure and a good complexion to her bronzed skin. She walks with pride, very aware of her long legs and broad shoulders. She was always on the tall side and she was always very okay with it, seeming to prefer being the gangly girl over the small, quaint, girl. She's somebody who demands to be noticed and it's hard not to with her unique features and her slender form.

She has noticeably high cheekbones and a squared off jaw, full lips and a button nose. Her hair is a dark brown and usually cut short, it's very thick and curly. Her eyes are a very dark brown, ranging towards black and shaded in dark eyelashes. Her skin has dark freckles that smatter her shoulders and chest, a prominent dark mole stands stark on the left side of her neck. She has a tattoo of a dark red rose on her right ankle.

She can usually be found in casual, fashionable clothing. She's not the type to go over the top with clothing but she stands out just enough that she still demands attention. Brightly colored scarves, pointed heels and clattering bracelets can almost always be found on her person.

PSYCHOLOGY

"This whole stable thing is a ruse."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Aliana strives to be an actress some day, this is a goal that she dedicates almost all of her time to.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Aliana believes strongly in live and let live, she doesn't feel swayed to bother those who are just living their lives and she very much wants them to leave her to live her own life. As far as she's concerned, nobody should bother anyone else. Negativity is something that she can't stand.

SECRETS ⫻ Aliana has a very abusive father, she still struggles with the trauma of it all.

DESIRES ⫻ She desires stability and safety.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual.

FEARS ⫻ Above all, she fears her father but she also has a pretty severe phobia of darkness.

REPUTATION ⫻ She has a reputation of being extremely friendly but somewhat catty, she tends to surround herself in people that will put up with her tendency to be overly dramatic.

PET PEEVES ⫻ A lot of things annoy her but the thing that annoys her most are people that appear to be very holier-than-thou. She has almost no tolerance for someone who can't see their own faults.

QUIRKS ⫻ When standing, she will tend to sway in place and shift her feet. She also tends to swing her arms at her sides and tap her fingers on things when she's impatient.

BACKSTORY

"My mama always said that I was as smart as a whip but keeping everything inside would tear me apart."

Born in south Florida to a Cuban mother and an American father, she grew up in a low income household. She spent most of her childhood in a fairly small trailer with twO younger brothers. Her mother did her best to make their small home liveable for her three children. It was only their father who made the home uninhabitable for everyone. As far as Aliana could remember, he would go into rages and hurt her mother. These rages would usually scare the young girl into hiding until she couldn't hear the slamming any longer.

It wasn't until she was nine that she started trying to stand up to her father. That was the first time that he ever hit her. The young lady was full of fire, she didn't let the blows stop her from fighting back but the negativity of it all was starting to wear her down. She spent years encouraging her mother to leave her father and to get as far away from him as they could. It took years before they actually did move. At the age of fifteen, her and her two younger brothers landed in Farmer Hill.

Though the place wasn't ideal, they managed to find an affordable home and it was very far from her father. Her mother took back her maiden name and so did her kids, it was an act of solidarity. It was a complete separation from the one person that they had all feared for so long. In Farmer Hill, Aliana got the chance to be herself and to focus on goals that meant something to her. She got the chance to be the person that she had always wanted to be.

This chance came with the need to let no one in, she didn't want to be a tragedy and she despised the idea of pity. Soon, secrets became so easy for her that she almost never spoke about anything deeper than the here and now. Her emotions were cast aside and so were her thoughts and concerns. She became a blank space, a persona of a girl that laughed the world off.

Attending Grand Ridge Academy made her mother very proud, the idea of the camping trip struck her as a very fun way to kick back and relax.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Not only am I fast, I can act."

[Running] ⫻ She was on the track team for a very long time, she's very quick.

[Acting] ⫻ Her dream of being an actress has lead to a lot of practice in the fine art of acting.

[Herbal Knowledge] ⫻ She knows a lot about different types of herbs from working with her mom in their garden for so long.

[Ballroom Dancing] ⫻ She took ballroom dancing lessons for a short period of time in highschool.

ABSTRACTION

"Some things should stay hidden."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A faded grayish eye on the underside of her right wrist.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Cloaking: The power to hide objects/subjects from optical sight.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This abstraction allows Aliana the ability to hide objects or people from visible sight, this expands to any living thing and any nonliving thing. Things that she cloaks will disappear completely from sight but will otherwise remain in their place, obscuring them from vision but not removing them from existence.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Her ability to cloak things expands to a much further range and she's able to cloak them for longer.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Influenced by her love of track, Aliana can see the auras of individuals that are moving very quickly in about a half mile radius.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"Try not to miss me."

Her brothers are very dear to her and she likes to make that glaringly clear.

Here's my second character! @Surtr Inc

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

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Martin Cromwell.

By the campfire.

Interactions

@Atrophy

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Mosquitoes.
God, he was itchy. He'd showed up late to begin with, caught in the lag of another restless night, and now he was being eaten alive by parasitic insects. It hadn't taken long for the swarm to descend upon him and now he was itchy and uncomfortable. He could feel his tolerance for the wilderness lowering by the moment, it was a bad way to start the night. In theory, this had been a great idea. In practice, not so much. It took a surprising amount of focus to be inconspicuous. The first rule of remaining unseen was to be as glaringly normal as possible, he had accomplished that by sitting amongst the others who were gathered near the fire. The second rule of remaining unseen was to keep all of his reactions on par with his surrounding company.

That was the easy part, it was hard not to look up when a girl addressed the entirety of them with a bottle of vodka clutched in one lazy hand. The third rule of remaining unseen was to mostly keep his mouth shut, this one was give or take. If he was too silent, he became moody Martin, if he had too much to say then suddenly he was sociable. It was all very calculated, not natural at all. Sometimes he wondered if anonymity was even worth it, though he tried to remind himself that he had been in a much worse position before it.

The unnatural sensation of being so close to so many people was making his skin crawl, or maybe that was just the mosquitoes. It was getting harder and harder to tell the difference. The taste of bitter nail polish chipping onto his tongue shook him from thoughts about insects and being asocial. He had unintentionally started gnawing at his thumb nail, gross. Lowering his hand to his lap forcefully, he drew his gaze over the surrounding attendees. He could recognize faces, he could even put a name to some of them but he barely knew any of them. He watched a girl leap to her feet nearby, as quick and nimble as a faery. He recognized her as Tuyen. He had only spoke with her once but she had a memorable look about her, he watched as she joined the growing group near the alcohol.

He felt his anxiety spread, wondering where Rita was. He didn't want to cling to her for the whole trip because he was sure she'd want to spread her wings without him following her around everywhere but he found himself wanting her company. It was strange how familiar her presence had become. Sucking in his cheeks, he rose from his safe position. He was mostly hoping to shake the mosquitoes off but he also needed to move around before he went insane, he stepped back from the log that he'd been settled on. No longer nestled amongst the other people, he stood out like a sore thumb, or at least that was how it felt. He was clad in his usual black on black, trying to fade into the night was easier if it was already hard to decipher his frame amongst the shadows.

He was quickly becoming overwhelmed in his surrounding company. Luckily, it was then that he spotted Rita, she just so happened to be taking an aggressive swig of vodka. Her smile was a flash of white teeth in the darkness, but she retreated from the scene quickly and took a seat. He headed her way, trying to duck through the crowd as carefully as possible. Taking the spot beside her with exaggerated flourish, he flashed a smile and cupped his chin in his hand. "Hello, beautiful," he said dramatically, voice warm and amused. "You come here often?"

He was fond of Rita, she was probably one of the only people that he was fond enough of to address so easily. He was much more in his element when she was around and it was hard not to just be himself with her. "I was just about to die from unpleasant company and probably West Nile virus with the amount of mosquito bites that I've received tonight, before I saw you. You're my hero, Rita."

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@Surtr Inc I'm cool with you setting up situations for Martin to be in.

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@Prosaic
Added Martin to Olivia's relations. Check it and see if it's OK, otherwise I can change it.

@Prisk

I think it looks great! He's probably happy to have two less bullies in his life. Olivia is a saint.