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|| The School of Death ||

@Hitman awesome ill move him over than.

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@Hitman it has been edited to be Ivory

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@Hitman thats fine i didnt know that it was only one legacy per house. Ill change it to ivory when i get a chance.

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hope this is alright.
@Hitman

Torok Vencor

Portrait

Name: Torok Vencor

Nicknames/Alias: “Sleeper” or “Rook”

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian, with some Norwegian heritage.

Hometown: outskirts of Moscow

Date of Birth: 11th of July

Appearance: Torok tends to wear loose fitting clothing with natural colors, mostly brown, tan, or green colors. He does have a bit of facial hair already even with his age and has green eyes that go surprisingly well with his blonde hair.

Height: 6’5

Weight: 220 Lbs.

Status: Legacy

Family: Ivory

Weapon of Choice: He does wield a spear as a melee weapon with two large knives for back up, and favors dual heavy caliber pistols for mid-range engagements.

Magic: This one is a strange case, being a legacy; one would expect him to be well versed in magic. Well not this one, he is what you would call a late bloomer. Not only that, but even though he is a Ivory his magic is not the type normally associated with his family. However, once his magic does manifest he will find the ability to wield and manipulate light. To the eventual degree of being able to bend light around objects and living things making them invisible, being able to form solid objects from light, and possibly being able to purify the corruption of demons. Although, that last one will take a while to get too.

Strengths:
- Composure - Keeping a cool head in engagements and stressful situations.
- Close quarters combat – he has received a lot of combat training due to having no magic manifestations yet.
- Optimistic – always seeing the bright side of things.
- Courageous – you can count on him to step up to any challenge regardless of his handicap.

Weaknesses:
- No magic – so far he hasn’t had a magic manifestation. He has had some rudimentary magic training but that’s it.
- Big – he’s a big guy and doesn’t always fit in the smallest places. He also tends to be a little slower than others are.
- Range – his training doesn’t account for long range combat and unfortunately he’s not very good at dealing with anything from a distance.
- Selfless – he doesn’t tend to consider his own needs or safety when it comes to the needs or safety of others.

Fears:
- Never manifesting his magic.
- Losing someone, he was meant to protect.
- Letting down his family by becoming a lesser reaper because of having no magic.
- A cage.

Personality: Torok is what some would call loud and boisterous. Because of his upbringing, his family revel in good times, laughs, storytelling, and just having a good time at any opportunity. There is so much death and destruction in the world and their jobs mean that they could be killed at any moment. Because of this, he tries to live every moment of it, making people laugh and feel comfortable and safe, getting to know others and making friends, always trying to make others smile through jokes and gifts. Being selfless with his time, energy, and finances.

This does not mean he is innocent or arrogant as to the line of work he has chosen or the world around him. No. he knows how cruel this world is and it could always use a little more light. To some this can come off as annoying or that he is ignorant of the world around them and which they live. Not many others have the attitude and out look to see the world around them as he does. He will always be there to see others succeed and lift them up and out of the gloom, which surrounds them.

Likes:
- Laughing
- Story’s
- Celebrating
- Fighting
- helping
- Good food
- Good friends

Dislikes:
- Seeing others sad
- Demons
- Not being able to work with magic
- Not being able to help
- Others who just want to bring people down

Backstory: Torok was born to a family centered closely to the leadership of the Ivory. His father, Darrius Vencor, is a reaper and strong leader. He heads specialized strike teams aimed at taking on demons were collateral damage has to be low. His mother, Valerie Vencor, was a reaper in her younger years but now manages most of the communications, requests, and sightings that come with being a reaper and talking with the other houses. She is very good at multi-tasking.

He is the youngest of four brothers and five sisters, all of whom have reached high positions within their house. So far, he has only lost one sister while she was working. Even though his magic still hasn’t manifested, even while being a legacy, his family don’t look down on him or treat him differently. The worst they have done is tease him with the name ‘sleeper’ because he’s a late bloomer. His upbringing was just a little more combat orientated because of it.

He has spent most of his days doing just that, whenever he wasn’t going through school to learn the basics of this world, he was training. He knows his upbringing wasn’t as tough or hard as others but he doesn’t want to flaunt it either. He chose to keep working towards this job to protect and help. what kind of person could he except to be if he didn’t at least try even if he didn’t have any magic.

Hobbies/Interests:
He likes to sing when he is bored and can’t meditate. Often one can find him meditating when he has nothing better to do. Finding or making gifts for the people around him, normally jewelry or trinkets.

Other: if he had a theme song it would probably be, “Matter of time” by Tribe.

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This looks fun. If your still accepting i should get a character up today or tomorrow.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The boy did not say a word; all it seemed he could do was stumble back and look to the others for help. Victor’s eyes scanned the room and the other mages more thoroughly this time. Memorizing their faces and expressions. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what they were doing glaring at them as he looked down upon them. Then a smile with the thought of the earlier feeling, “hmm mental mages? This should be fun.”

Before he could talk to the boy, again another female bounded up the stairs towards him and interjected before he could say anything.

“Sorry about him. We were just supposed to watch and Dennis didn't feel comfortable unless he got permission from you. Ignore him.” Hannah apologized. “Your technique is unique. We’ll be studying it so by all means, continue please.”

The large vampire did not move for a moment, simply starring at the boy with a stoic presence. “As you wish, I was sent here to help teach the more advanced combat students how to fight Lycans. I might as well start with all of you. I will be here to train during every lunch break that I can as well as during self-defense.” A half truth but it would work for now, he did firmly believe that everyone should know how to fight them. Before he moved back to the middle of the arena he looked towards the students.

“A brief warning for all of you mind readers out there. Stay out of my head, council secrets lay buried and if unearthed can get you killed.” this however was the truth and a serious warning. Looking back to the girl and Dennis, “Dennis, the next time you feel obligated to ask a vampire who is training like this a question. Say it firmly without hesitation and by no means lose your footing. Some vampires like myself indulge their instincts while training and humans are natural prey. Stumbling or running from a vampire triggers a chase instinct. Stand your ground but don’t be rude, this instillation would not allow you to be harmed by someone like myself anyway.”

With that, Victor turned and went back to the middle of the arena taking a defensive stance this time. By the looks of his posture and how he angled himself, it looked as if he was facing off against someone bigger than he was. When he started, all he was doing was dodging. Dodging to the sides, rolling back one way or another before lashing out at the invisible opponent. Sometimes it looked like he was blocking more than one enemy as well. Until suddenly he was nearly against the ground and striking out towards somethings feet. Before ultimately going on the offensive with vicious strikes and practiced footwork. Fighting this way until the bell for lunch rang.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

almost safe > Adventure! /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - Cave entrance > base of the mountain

Ardur moved along quickly and quietly with the others paying attention to the land around them. He was actively looking for any animal signs or signs of anything really, especially goblins or intelligent things. The area they moved through slowly turned from thick vegetation to just patches of grass and sparse trees. He didn’t like being out in the open like this, perhaps it would be better if they went back downhill towards the valley floor.

“Whelp this is officially the furthest I’ve been away from the cave and the most exposed I think we have been.” Looking to Asura then to Steve he smiled, “be sure to keep alert Steve and use those many eyes of yours to alert us to any movement that doesn’t look natural.” So far, his friend hadn’t shown any issues with communicating between the two of them. Ardur wondered if it was a mental connection in the end thanks to taming that didn’t need verbal commands or if it was possibly something that was unlocked at a later time.

“personally I think we should keep to the low ground and if we do find a spot to rest or make camp we should make sure it doesn’t look like anything else is using it as a home either. Also my opinion when it comes to new contacts is to watch or observe it to get as much information on it that we can, if possible, before engaging with it.” Ardur took this time of slight pause to get a good feel for the new surroundings.

This means the high pixie was constantly scanning the surrounding area for anything that looked new, interesting, or alive. He figured that since they were in an open area now that most creatures would try to run from them. now that they could, unless they believed they could take the group on. If they were that aggressive it meant they were more than likely stronger than all of them. Some of the things he remembered from that nature channel he liked so much was animals tend to attack others when the odds are in their favor that they can get a kill without being injured. An injury out here could mean death even if you got your kill.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 5

Health: 100%
Mana: 00%
Stamina: 50%

Buffs:

Debuffs: Mana Burn,

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment,

Kills for current level: 2x undead pixie

Other:

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The images flooded his mind, memories of himself from a time long past and again memories of her. The short girl with flowing white hair, icy blue eyes, and skin as white as the full moon. Her smile could always warm his cold heart and she loved her strawberry perfume. His old friend. His memory continued to drift while his body continued to fight; occasionally striking at one of the dummies strewn about the sand.

Then he felt it, it was faint but it was there. Almost like watching someone on the street from the back seat of a car as you pass them, making eye contact for only a moment and then the moment was gone. His mind did not stop for the strange prying sensation. No, it continued from watching the girl in a long white flowing dress as she danced in a field of midnight flowers to something dark. Shadows and smoke, laughter and screams. Her hand reaching towards him through flames and then darkness even he couldn’t see through.

“Ah, uh, hi, excuse me?” a voice from behind him timidly asked. “We have something to ask you, if you don’t mind that is?”

This voice pulled him from his meditation and brought him back to reality and the cold sand beneath his feet. For a moment, he stood still. A combat dummy stood in front of him and his back was to his audience. This dummy was meant to be struck and was a bit more sturdy then the others, built to act like a real person when it was struck. Eyes still black as the night sky the tall vampire made a sound akin to that of a growl and struck the dummy in the chest with a powerful kick sending it toppling across the arena.

Turning his head to his shoulder and glaring at the boy Victor finally turned. Breathing deeply with an intimidating body language. The darkness in his eyes slowly faded as the tall vampire composed himself and approached the boy. He was roughly five feet from him now while he looked him over and then the others in the crowd. “Why have you interrupted my meditation?” answering his question with a question wasn’t entirely necessary but he was still a little annoyed. That and the memory they pulled him from was not the best.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The tall vampire had no trouble walking through the crowds of mages and vampires alike, they were heading away from where he was heading after all. Walking towards the arena in autopilot, he was thinking about what had just transpired. Going over his actions and the actions of the others again and again.

Victor took the time to memorize their looks and reactions to how he acted and to what was said. He only wished he stayed around long enough to see Salem’s reaction to realizing the vampire he laid hands on was a noble. He knew he would still wait longer to tell the boy they were stuck with each other. Yet for some reason out of all of those mages, the one that stuck with him the most was that girl. Something about that girl looked like… her.

The vampire was quick to pull himself from his thoughts and his sudden realization, a ghost from his past that continued to haunt him. Getting a grip of his emotions and thoughts, he began looking around only to see the entrance to the arena and the few that still paced about. He needed to clear his thoughts and his mind of that memory that was better off buried. He knew this was just the place to do it.

Walking slowly and quietly, each step almost melding into the stone floor as he approached the arena itself. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself or have someone stop him before he got to the sand. Those that were around didn’t seem to pay any attention to him, a mage eating a sandwich and going over homework, a few instructors doing paperwork, and fewer still cleaning up the area. Seeing as how no one tried to stop him or approach him even, he took to taking off some of his clothes.

Untying his boots first, placing his socks inside them then taking off his jacket. Victor found himself pausing for a moment, just a moment of hesitation before pulling off the black turtleneck. He neatly placed his things on a nearby stone bench with his Astorio amulet on top of everything so no one would mess with anything.

Stepping out onto the dimly lit sand one could clearly see the extent of his scars and markings now. Every mark that tarnished his powerful frame, every mark across his back, his shoulders, down his arms, and along his chest, many still disappearing below his belt line. A scar on a human or a mage was one thing; a scar on a being with superior healing abilities was another. A scar for a vampire meant repeated injuries in the same place again and again until the healing ability was not able to keep up anymore. Some of these marks could be explained through training, some through bad luck maybe, but to one that knew what they were looking at would know it to be the result of prolonged torture.

Some scars looked to be made by a surgical instrument of some kind, most looked like they were caused by a bladed weapon, others from what could only be described as some sort of acid or flame perhaps, and a few that looked like exposure to sunlight. Still in the dim light of the arena, the large vampire picked up a hand full of sand and rubbed it between his hands. Closing his eyes and breathing deep, he took an aggressive stance and raised his fists. Opening his eyes he let his current mood take over and his eyes were flooded with darkness as he began to strike with punches and kicks at the air and at some unseen enemy.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Feeling the hand on his shoulder made him pull his attention momentarily towards the mage that demanded his attention. Salem would only be rewarded with a smile and a flash of red around the vampire’s pupils. Salem made little attempt to try and figure out who he was talking to and seemed to play right into his hands. A basic strategy to goad your opponent and he fell for it.

This mage would be much more trouble than he is worth it would seem. Now all that was left to test was his combat ability in the arena, “the cub must learn his role.” He whispered to himself. Victor found it strange, teaching others, and how it brought out his old trainer and the phrases the old man used to say, “To clench all the reckless rage into control.” He finished the quote while he watched the boy pass him and attempt to drag his friends out of the class room.

Then came the words of warning from Varis. Victor turned his head towards him with a smile. “Who me?” as he gestured to himself, “I, an Astorio noble, would never do such a thing. To even suggest such an act” his face looked shocked then he laughed. “No your right, I should go before I break someone. Apologies.” The tall vampire put his hands in his pockets and walked toward the door.

He did however take a moment to look towards Maxwell, “if you want to get some of that aggression out on some of us…” he paused for a moment and licked his lips, “monsters. Challenge me at the arena during self-defense.” Walking past Salem and the girl he glanced over at them, “and I’ll be seeing you later… Spellman.” Victor said with a wink and a smile towards both of them.

Somehow being strange and creepy like this always put him in a good mood, just like stalking a panicking victim through the dark foggy swamps of the south. This even reminded him of one of the songs he would sing while doing so just to torment those few law breakers even more. And so as he left the class room on his slow walk towards the arena with a smile on his face, Victor began to sing. Well aware that to any normal person he was acting… insane.

Lullaby of woe

“Wolves asleep amidst the trees
Bats all a swaying in the breeze
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths
For your dolly Polly sleep has flown
Don't dare let her tremble alone
For the witcher, heartless, cold
Paid in coin of gold
He comes he'll go leave naught behind
But heartache and woe
Deep, deep woe
Birds are silent for the night
Cows turned in as daylight dies
But one soul lies anxious wide awake
Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths
My dear dolly Polly shut your eyes
Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries
As the witcher, brave and bold
Paid in coin of gold
He'll chop and slice you
Cut and dice you
Eat you up whole
Eat you whole.”

Ashley Serena - Lullaby of Woe