SamaraJayne96

Days I Recall (Sol)

@Wistful Dreams@spooner@Dirty Pretty Lies@SamaraJayne96

Thank you for the interest! Hopefully we’ll get a little more if not I’m sure we can make it work as a smaller group

@BrutalBx

How many characters will it take to get the ball rolling? :)
I could try asking around if you'd like~

Days I Recall (Sol)

What a WONDERFUL rp idea.
Starting on my CS now~
Can't wait.

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

~Sage Lunarie~

~Sage Lunarie~

_{"Be careful when you follow the masses. Most of the time the 'M' is silent."}
Bottom of the River || Moonlight || Fragile Bird

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|Name:|

~Sage River Lunarie

|Nickname:|

~Currently none.

|Birthday:|

~March 12th

|Age: |

~23 years old

|Gender: |

~Female

|Sexuality:|

~Bisexual

|Relationship Status:|

~Single

|Species:|

~Natural Witch

|Occupation:|

~Author and Artist -Anonymous internet sensation-(at home)

|Face Claim:|

~Zoey Deutch

|Dialogue Color:|

~Teal :D [7bcdc8]

|Appearance:|

Sage radiates a natural, yet quirky, beauty. She stands at an average height of five-foot-five and weighs approximately 142 pounds. While she does have a slightly smaller frame, there are few who would call her frail. In fact, quite the opposite; her wide hips and generous cleavage marked her with the term "curvy". She is a natural brunette with sparkling green eyes. Eyes that resemble spring tree leaves. Most of the time she is seen wearing either lazy/casual attire (such as sweats/jeans). However when she goes into town she makes a habit of dressing up and would wear bohemian clothing. A clothing style that screamed Hippie and matched the power she wielded; with hints of nature from head to toe. Simple tattoos depicting nordic runes can be found all over her body. At a glance, they look like any normal minimalistic tattoo with black ink. But, if you looked closely you could see the magical properties within. Her tattoos have a way of helping her channel certain aspects of wicca.

|Habits & Quirks:|

☆When nervous or thinking she nibbles on her lip/nails.
☆Smelling books. Every single time she opens one.
☆Talks to herself. After all she does like an expert opinion.

|Hobbies:|

☆Painting/Sculpting/Sketching/Almost any artform.
☆Music (Cello, Vocal, and Percussion).
☆Gardening (Especially ingredients used for spells/potions).

|Likes:|

☆Art/Music
☆Windy days
☆Hiking/Nature/Animals
☆Reading
☆Anime
☆Video Games
☆Dancing (Preferably under moonlight)

| {Dislikes} |

☆Arrogance
☆Hate/Negativity
☆Humans
☆Loud Noises
☆Dogmatic Mindsets
☆Seafood/Meat
☆Dishonesty

|Fears:|

☆Humans
☆Death
☆Heights

|Secret(s):|

☆In her boredom Sage decided to create a website where the citizens of Salem could seek guidence and ask for advice. The website was called, "Ask Atlas." As the founder of the page, "Atlas" would give advice to anonymous users and she herself would remain anonymous as well. She saw it as a way to socialize with other people without having to talk to them face to face. It was a way for her to feel included all while staying in the safety and comfort of her own home. To sum it up Sage's secret was that she was in fact, "Atlas Lee."

☆While dreaming Sage would get visits from her deceased mother. Even though she believes her dreams to be very real, she keeps this information to herself so others would not lock her in asylum.

|Abilities:|
☆Healing☆

Once Sage has mastered this ability over time, she could have the potential to heal anything from minor cuts to amputated ligaments. Supplies needed to complete this spell varies on an injury-by-injury basis. Again, due to her upbringing she is a beginner when it comes to healing. So far she has only been able to heal bruises and minor scrapes.

☆Sealing☆

Sometimes opposing forces need to be subdued. Sage recently discovered this ability and is sill attempting to fine-tune the mechanics of it. If she does eventually master it she would have the ability to be able to restrain or bind an enemy in a physical object/environment. (Examples of binding include: trees, rocks, crystals, and the earth.) She cannot banish objects to other realms/dimensions. Difficulty sealing an entity away depends on the level of power the entity possesses.

☆Elements☆

The ability to call upon all five elements; water, fire, earth, air, and spirit. Currently, she is having difficulty controlling them due to the fact her father forbade magic use for most of her life. The power used does not come from within the caster. It is instead conjured through material items associated with the element. (To conjure Earth you would need dirt, grass, etc.)

☆Intuition/Precognition☆

Sage is able to see/feel things before they happen. Sometimes while she is asleep she will have a vision of something that would occur shortly after she awoke in real life. Also, while awake she tends to have instinctual gut feelings that let her know when someone is lying or when something bad is about to occur. A lot of Magick lore hints that most (if not all) witches are naturally gifted with psychic abilities.

☆Dreamwalking☆

When sitting in a comfortable position, Sage can close her eyes and go into a meditative trance. Along with various other benefits such as stress relief and mental health, Sage can visit others in their dreams. As long as the individual is asleep she can create an environment of either her or the dreamers choosing and be able to talk/interact with them. While she is able to manipulate them in their subconscious state, she cannot affect them physically. This is probably one of her most developed abilities due to the fact that her mother seemed to be instructing her on it from beyond the grave. While she has not mastered it, she is able to contact others whom she knows well.

|Limitations:|

Each ability has its own limitation. Other disadvantages include things like having to be prepared. Whatever materials/instruments are required to complete a spell, things like; Runes, elements, incantations, herbs, plants, etc. Sage has the ability to use and call upon natures magic to assist her with her spell-casting. As long as she has the materials required for a spell and knowledge of the incantations needed, she should be able to succeed. Much like witchcraft, her abilities are channeled through instruments such as runes, pre-made devices, phrases, etc. Her ability is very difficult to master in regards to immediate confrontations. Her true power relies on pre-planned spells. Casting made in advance.

|Personality:|

☆Compassionate ☆Sarcastic ☆Easygoing ☆Moody

Sage is a bit of a recluse. She is extremely introverted and rarely leaves her home. Cautious and extremely guarded, it takes her a while to be able to trust others and let them into her heart. The only beings that she instantly feels comfortable around are animals/creatures of the forrest. At least they didn't have the ability to lie. Once she grows fond of someone however, she is loyal for life. In fact, a whole new side to her is shown. One that is carefree and sarcastic. Honest and true.

|Place of Origin:|

New York City, NY

|Background:|

When Sage was just two years old her mother had died in a tragic accident. Willow was a fantastic witch. She was someone who had been born and raised in Salem. Someone whose lineage was filled with extremely powerful magic users. In fact, she was so powerful that when she was alive she was known as the youngest coven leader in a century. Unfortunately, one of her coven members strayed from the group and began practicing the dark arts. Without proper instruction, the spell went awry and attempted to claim the life of the spellcaster. It was Willow who felt it was her duty to protect her coven members. No matter the misunderstanding. In her noble efforts, she successfully dispelled the evil magic and saved her friend... but at the cost of her own life.

Having lost his wife, Sage's father (Victor) could not bare the use of witchcraft or even the town where he grew up. Everywhere he looked there was a painful memory that he desperately wished he could forget. He picked up his life and daughter and moved as far away from nature as he could. To a different jungle. A concrete jungle. New York City. During that time he tried his best to prevent Sage from discovering her magical abilities. His efforts were futile however, at the ripe age of 13 Sage began discovering what her father tried to hide for all those years. She first noticed it when her mother came and visited her in dreams. There she would create their own little world and instruct her on basic magic principals. A secret she kept hidden from everyone so as not to seem crazy.

Another useful tool that assisted in her magical education was known as the Book of Shadows. The tome itself looked to be (and probably was) several hundreds of years old. The cover was bound in faded, cracked brown leather. Its pages made of parchment paper held a variety of spells that her ancestors had passed down over generations. The only reason her father had allowed her to keep it was because it belonged to her mother. That, and a deal had been put on it to block non-magic users from accessing its pages.

Growing up in the city was not an easy task for Sage. Not only was she forbidden to become who she truly was, but she was also surrounded by metal and machinery. Wiccan magic thrives on nature and for its caster to be separated from its essence is to be similar to torture. At school, other children would pick on her for being different. Not that she would openly display her uniqueness... children just have a sense of things like that. The constant bullying is the reason Sage tends to live far away from others. The reason that she never lets anyone in. She fears that if she tries to care for someone again they will only hurt her in the long run.

One way to cope with her social anxiety was for her to have a creative outlet. She leaned on her extracurricular classes for emotional support. While she was unable to have access to acres of natural land, that didn't mean her imagination couldn't create one. Just because she couldn't hear the sound of birds singing, didn't mean she couldn't recreate the sound on various instruments she delved into. Her father had sent her to a very prestigious, very expensive, private academy. Since the institution had a fantastic reputation to uphold, their art and music departments were very well funded. Meaning, that Sage could help herself to a rotating schedule of tutors who were experts in specific aspects of both art and music.

Once Sage was legally considered an adult she left her fathers home to come back to where her parents fell in love. Where her mother grew up. Where her ancestors came to pass. In addition, she figured that it would be an environment best suited for her to continue her spellcasting. She lives in a small cottage in the middle of the woods that could only be defined as cozy. Her passions (besides magic) include various art and music expression. She is also the author known for a few underground novels. Their main focus had been on supernatural fiction. One of her favorite attributes of her job is the fact that she gets to stay at home. While her books are by no means best-sellers, the sales provide enough money for her to live simply.

|Extra:|

Nothing really other than she does not eat meat.

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

@Lionhearted
I completely agree. Sorry about that.
I went ahead and made the necessary changes to my CS.
Feel free to let me know if there are any additional changes/information I need to make.

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

~Sage Lunarie~

~Sage Lunarie~

_{"Be careful when you follow the masses. Most of the time the 'M' is silent."}
Bottom of the River || Moonlight || Fragile Bird

---

|Name:|

~Sage River Lunarie

|Nickname:|

~Currently none.

|Birthday:|

~March 12th

|Age: |

~23 years old

|Gender: |

~Female

|Sexuality:|

~Bisexual

|Relationship Status:|

~Single

|Species:|

~Natural Witch

|Occupation:|

~Author and Artist -Anonymous internet sensation-(at home)

|Face Claim:|

~Zoey Deutch

|Dialogue Color:|

~Teal :D [7bcdc8]

|Appearance:|

Sage radiates a natural, yet quirky, beauty. She stands at an average height of five-foot-five and weighs approximately 142 pounds. While she does have a slightly smaller frame, there are few who would call her frail. In fact, quite the opposite; her wide hips and generous cleavage marked her with the term "curvy". She is a natural brunette with sparkling green eyes. Eyes that resemble spring tree leaves. Most of the time she is seen wearing either lazy/casual attire (such as sweats/jeans). However when she goes into town she makes a habit of dressing up and would wear bohemian clothing. A clothing style that screamed Hippie and matched the power she wielded; with hints of nature from head to toe. Simple tattoos depicting nordic runes can be found all over her body. At a glance, they look like any normal minimalistic tattoo with black ink. But, if you looked closely you could see the magical properties within. Her tattoos have a way of helping her channel certain aspects of wicca.

|Habits & Quirks:|

☆When nervous or thinking she nibbles on her lip/nails.
☆Smelling books. Every single time she opens one.
☆Talks to herself. After all she does like an expert opinion.

|Hobbies:|

☆Painting/Sculpting/Sketching/Almost any artform.
☆Music (Cello, Vocal, and Percussion).
☆Gardening (Especially ingredients used for spells/potions).

|Likes:|

☆Art/Music
☆Windy days
☆Hiking/Nature/Animals
☆Reading
☆Anime
☆Video Games
☆Dancing (Preferably under moonlight)

| {Dislikes} |

☆Arrogance
☆Hate/Negativity
☆Humans
☆Loud Noises
☆Dogmatic Mindsets
☆Seafood/Meat
☆Dishonesty

|Fears:|

☆Humans
☆Death
☆Heights

|Secret(s):|

☆In her boredom Sage decided to create a website where the citizens of Salem could seek guidence and ask for advice. The website was called, "Ask Atlas." As the founder of the page, "Atlas" would give advice to anonymous users and she herself would remain anonymous as well. She saw it as a way to socialize with other people without having to talk to them face to face. It was a way for her to feel included all while staying in the safety and comfort of her own home. To sum it up Sage's secret was that she was in fact, "Atlas Lee."

☆While dreaming Sage would get visits from her deceased mother. Even though she believes her dreams to be very real, she keeps this information to herself so others would not lock her in asylum.

|Abilities:|
☆Healing☆

Once Sage has mastered this ability over time, she could have the potential to heal anything from minor cuts to amputated ligaments. Supplies needed to complete this spell varies on an injury-by-injury basis. Again, due to her upbringing she is a beginner when it comes to healing. So far she has only been able to heal bruises and minor scrapes.

☆Sealing☆

Sometimes opposing forces need to be subdued. Sage recently discovered this ability and is sill attempting to fine-tune the mechanics of it. If she does eventually master it she would have the ability to be able to restrain or bind an enemy in a physical object/environment. (Examples of binding include: trees, rocks, crystals, and the earth.) She cannot banish objects to other realms/dimensions. Difficulty sealing an entity away depends on the level of power the entity possesses.

☆Elements☆

The ability to call upon all five elements; water, fire, earth, air, and spirit. Currently, she is having difficulty controlling them due to the fact her father forbade magic use for most of her life. The power used does not come from within the caster. It is instead conjured through material items associated with the element. (To conjure Earth you would need dirt, grass, etc.)

☆Intuition/Precognition☆

Sage is able to see/feel things before they happen. Sometimes while she is asleep she will have a vision of something that would occur shortly after she awoke in real life. Also, while awake she tends to have instinctual gut feelings that let her know when someone is lying or when something bad is about to occur. A lot of Magick lore hints that most (if not all) witches are naturally gifted with psychic abilities.

☆Dreamwalking☆

When sitting in a comfortable position, Sage can close her eyes and go into a meditative trance. Along with various other benefits such as stress relief and mental health, Sage can visit others in their dreams. As long as the individual is asleep she can create an environment of either her or the dreamers choosing and be able to talk/interact with them. While she is able to manipulate them in their subconscious state, she cannot affect them physically. This is probably one of her most developed abilities due to the fact that her mother seemed to be instructing her on it from beyond the grave. While she has not mastered it, she is able to contact others whom she knows well.

|Limitations:|

Each ability has its own limitation. Other disadvantages include things like having to be prepared. Whatever materials/instruments are required to complete a spell, things like; Runes, elements, incantations, herbs, plants, etc. Sage has the ability to use and call upon natures magic to assist her with her spell-casting. As long as she has the materials required for a spell and knowledge of the incantations needed, she should be able to succeed. Much like witchcraft, her abilities are channeled through instruments such as runes, pre-made devices, phrases, etc. Her ability is very difficult to master in regards to immediate confrontations. Her true power relies on pre-planned spells. Casting made in advance.

|Personality:|

☆Compassionate ☆Sarcastic ☆Easygoing ☆Moody

Sage is a bit of a recluse. She is extremely introverted and rarely leaves her home. Cautious and extremely guarded, it takes her a while to be able to trust others and let them into her heart. The only beings that she instantly feels comfortable around are animals/creatures of the forrest. At least they didn't have the ability to lie. Once she grows fond of someone however, she is loyal for life. In fact, a whole new side to her is shown. One that is carefree and sarcastic. Honest and true.

|Place of Origin:|

New York City, NY

|Background:|

When Sage was just two years old her mother had died in a tragic accident. Willow was a fantastic witch. She was someone who had been born and raised in Salem. Someone whose lineage was filled with extremely powerful magic users. In fact, she was so powerful that when she was alive she was known as the youngest coven leader in a century. Unfortunately, one of her coven members strayed from the group and began practicing the dark arts. Without proper instruction, the spell went awry and attempted to claim the life of the spellcaster. It was Willow who felt it was her duty to protect her coven members. No matter the misunderstanding. In her noble efforts, she successfully dispelled the evil magic and saved her friend... but at the cost of her own life.

Having lost his wife, Sage's father (Victor) could not bare the use of witchcraft or even the town where he grew up. Everywhere he looked there was a painful memory that he desperately wished he could forget. He picked up his life and daughter and moved as far away from nature as he could. To a different jungle. A concrete jungle. New York City. During that time he tried his best to prevent Sage from discovering her magical abilities. His efforts were futile however, at the ripe age of 13 Sage began discovering what her father tried to hide for all those years. She first noticed it when her mother came and visited her in dreams. There she would create their own little world and instruct her on basic magic principals. A secret she kept hidden from everyone so as not to seem crazy.

Another useful tool that assisted in her magical education was known as the Book of Shadows. The tome itself looked to be (and probably was) several hundreds of years old. The cover was bound in faded, cracked brown leather. Its pages made of parchment paper held a variety of spells that her ancestors had passed down over generations. The only reason her father had allowed her to keep it was because it belonged to her mother. That, and a deal had been put on it to block non-magic users from accessing its pages.

Growing up in the city was not an easy task for Sage. Not only was she forbidden to become who she truly was, but she was also surrounded by metal and machinery. Wiccan magic thrives on nature and for its caster to be separated from its essence is to be similar to torture. At school, other children would pick on her for being different. Not that she would openly display her uniqueness... children just have a sense of things like that. The constant bullying is the reason Sage tends to live far away from others. The reason that she never lets anyone in. She fears that if she tries to care for someone again they will only hurt her in the long run.

One way to cope with her social anxiety was for her to have a creative outlet. She leaned on her extracurricular classes for emotional support. While she was unable to have access to acres of natural land, that didn't mean her imagination couldn't create one. Just because she couldn't hear the sound of birds singing, didn't mean she couldn't recreate the sound on various instruments she delved into. Her father had sent her to a very prestigious, very expensive, private academy. Since the institution had a fantastic reputation to uphold, their art and music departments were very well funded. Meaning, that Sage could help herself to a rotating schedule of tutors who were experts in specific aspects of both art and music.

Once Sage was legally considered an adult she left her fathers home to come back to where her parents fell in love. Where her mother grew up. Where her ancestors came to pass. In addition, she figured that it would be an environment best suited for her to continue her spellcasting. She lives in a small cottage in the middle of the woods that could only be defined as cozy. Her passions (besides magic) include various art and music expression. She is also the author known for a few underground novels. Their main focus had been on supernatural fiction. One of her favorite attributes of her job is the fact that she gets to stay at home. While her books are by no means best-sellers, the sales provide enough money for her to live simply.

|Extra:|

Nothing really other than she does not eat meat.

✡ Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts ✡

Could I reserve a spot for a Witch?

Emerald City

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"Farewell Mistro! I'll see you when I get back." Sage grinned at her beloved feline as she gathered her belongings. Mistro was a very well behaved calico. It was very rare for a calico to be a male. In fact, only 0.03% of calicos are males. He had been a stray when Sage first moved into the Emerald City. On the day she moved in she noticed him sitting just outside her humble loft. He would affectionately meow to literally ANYONE who walked near him. While most found this trait annoying, Sage found it endearing and thought of it as him performing an intimate concert to the public. Hence the name. She saw it as a good omen that such a friendly creature greeted her at the start of her new stage in life. How anyone could have simply walked past such a pure soul was beyond her. But so much the better, their loss was her gain. The bond between the two had been instant. The first night Mistro stayed over he would lay in the crook of her arm and purr incessantly against her side while she slept. A bonus, since cat purring is found to have healing properties.

Sometimes when inspiration struck and the urge to paint became overwhelming, Sage would even set aside a smaller canvas for her companion. That way while she focused on her art, he would feel included and have a creative outlet. Sure, most would laugh at such a thing... but Sage has always seen animals as other sentient beings. It is her belief that their life is equal to that of a human.

As she got ready she twirled about the room, a mixture between a dancer and a tornado. A dancing tornado. One of the traits she mastered in was multitasking; a saving grace in her morning routine. Hair as gold as rays of sunshine had been woven in a messy fishtail braid that hung just past her mid-back. Today was her day off at school... meaning that she had to work at her part-time job. Her work consisted of gardening mostly. Occasionally when busy she would be asked to make coffee or run the register. So having her hair held back would only be beneficial. She decided to wear something sensible, something she would not mind getting dirty.
The denim bell-bottoms that she used for painting were covered in different shades of colors. Normally most businesses would not enable such attire but Sage did not work at any ordinary 9-to-5 occupation. First of all, the owners at Canis Major shared a lot of her outlooks on life. They were huge hippies like herself who agreed with her "go with the flow" attitude. It was probably the main reason they hired her. Secondly, she was going to be playing in the dirt for eight hours anyway. A brown tank top covered by a lavender zip-up jacket and hiking boots completed the look.

She slung her messenger bag over her shoulder as she walked towards the entryway. She had been using this sort of make-shift sachel for over three years now. It was a faded olive green with various patches sewn all over. Badges stating things like, "Fight the Power", "Fur is Murder", and other noble causes. She managed to juggle keys, a chai tea latte, and her phone as she looked around her loft one last time.
The cozy living space was way smaller than what she had originally set out for. However, the open floor plan mixed with glass ceiling and large windows made the living quarters appear much bigger. Even though her floor was at the very top of the building, she loved to see the stars at night and the sunrise during the day. She does have to hike up seven flights daily, but the inspiration and positive energy the room provided is well worth it. Besides, maintenance said the elevator would be fixed soon.

After confirming that she did indeed have everything, she bounded down the steps of her building and made her way towards Canis Major. Sage did have an old fashion, 1974 V.W Beetle. It was sky blue with clouds and daises painted down the side. She loved her bug Wanda very much but, she only drove her on long distance trips. During short distances, she preferred to walk in an effort to reduce her carbon footprint on the planet.

As usual, her morning routine was to listen to music on her way to work. She placed her oversized earphones over her head and grinned as one of her favorite bands played over its speakers. Bobbing her head slightly, she began to dance as she walked and sang along to the song. While doing so, she fluidly moved around, carefully avoiding passerbys.

"Out of the doorway the bullets rip.
To the sound of the beat, yeah,
Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the dust.
And another one gone, and another one go-"

Sage looked up in that moment to see that the pedestrians within earshot were giving her confused, and even hostile glances. Some were even outright staring and shaking their head. It was then that the idea hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Oh crap. I'm so sorry!" She squeaked to no one in particular. Her face grew red as she looked down at her phone and quickly fumbled to skip to the next song.
"Across the Universe" by The Beatles began to play thus easing the pounding of her heart.

On normal circumstances, someone who knew the band Queen would give Sage a high-five as they passed. Unfortunately, these were not normal circumstances. Even though Sage did her best to stay outside of the loop of new broadcasting, word spread fast. News this big in a town this small was bound to reach everyone within its vicinity at some point.
She didn't know the Mayor's daughter... but she did know that she had gone missing not too long ago. Sage could not help but feel sympathetic. She could not imagine how the poor girls family had been feeling at this time. Hell, she barely even remembered her parents and missed them every day.

After about 10 more minutes of hiking, she finally made it over to the entrance of Canis Major. She took off her headphones and walked while placing them back into her bag. Doing so had split her attention causing her to overlook the large crack that had blossomed along with the concrete in front of her. She tripped over it and fell forward, her arms flung out in a futile attempt to catch herself.
Textbooks, art supplies, homework assignments, and personal belongings scattered about the area around her. Stunned, she sat there for a moment an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. She felt tears begin to build up at the edge of her eyes, threatening to spill over. Sniffling, she began attempting to pick up the mess she had made. She winced, noticing some of her finished assignments flittering away, using the breeze to soar and take flight.

She looked up at the sky as if to question the higher powers that be.
"Wonderful." She mumbled, voice drenched in sarcasm.
"It's going to be one of those days..."

Arkus Academy

@Random Kitty I spoke with the GM in direct message beforehand and they were cool with it:)

Arkus Academy

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The two of them stood in the entryway unsure of what to do. Not that it mattered anyway... Atlas was exactly where he wanted to be. For too long he had been isolated in seclusion. For too long he had wondered about his unbridled potential. Now was his chance for his wings to unfurl and for him to become who he was always meant to be. With Azura glued to his side, he slowly walked around the room taking note of its appearance. He was pleasantly shocked to observe the stark contrast between what he's known and what he has yet to discover. Already he loved this place. Everything about it was foreign and exciting. While his home had been cozy and warm; this institution could be best described as... opulent, mysterious.
Nice place. He thought as his smile turned into an outright grin.
"I am so ready for this. Can you believe where we are? What fate has in store for us?" He whirled around, grasping Azura by the shoulders. In his excitement, it was all he could do not to shake her.

With a heavy sigh and a look that would make even the joyful cry, Azura gently took his hands and shrugged him off. She took a few steps away as if to distance herself and clear her thoughts. For a moment they just stood there... Azura deep in thought and Atlas confused as ever at his sister's erratic behavior.
Just as he was about to break the silence she spoke, "At least someone is enjoying themselves... I want to go home. I miss mom and the others."

And just like that, the wave of emotions Atlas had been avoiding finally crashed into him. One of the bitter-sweet qualities of being a psychic is empathy. In his excitement, he was able to ignore the negative emotions coming from his sister. But now that he saw her, really saw her. Saw the look on her face and the way her inner light seemed to dim... he felt bad. He felt guilty for not having noticed sooner. It was in that guilt that he grew defensive.
It's not fair. He thought mildly, tears brimming the corners of his eyes.
Am I not allowed to be happy? I hate this, why must I feel what others feel? Why can't I enjoy myself?

Azura walked towards the window and looked out onto the courtyard. Not seeming to notice the rapid change in her brother's mood. She read about his condition once... or at least how layman's terms described it. Bipolar disorder: a mental illness that causes its host to go from one extreme to the next. At one moment the person in question could be in bliss of great magnitude. The next, a depression so low that only prayers can help you climb out of it.

His hands at his sides clenched into fists as he tried his best to calm himself.
"Think of all that we could accomplish. Think of all we could learn! The goddess herself must have sent us here for a reason." Atlas tried his best to get her to see things from his point of view. An effort most futile. Until his sister experiences adventure for herself, only then will she come to terms with their abrupt change.
She continued to stare out the window. Deciding it was best not to encourage the conversation further.

Gruffly, Atlas blew his bangs out of his face and turned to distract himself. Might as well take a look around while they wait for further instruction. One object seemed to catch his eye in particular. A statue stood not too far from where they had entered. The carvings dipicted a young maiden whose beauty was only surpassed by her confidence. Her expression held divine strength and emanated an importance of some kind. Other than the energy this piece of art gave off, it was her forehead that caught his interest. Carefully carved and glowing red was an ancient-looking rune smack dab in the middle. The only reason he even knew what a rune was, was because his twin had been studying how to master them. As he came closer to the statue, the rune seemed to glow even more. Almost as if it were calling to him. Beckoning him forward like a siren in the middle of a storm.

Just as he leaned forward to take an even closer look, a shimmer of golden-white light caught in the corner of his vision.
Great. He thought bitterly. Here comes another hallucination.
However, the sparkle of light did not come from his imagination. Instead, two figures appeared out of thin air only moments later.
"What the fu- Zu-Zu. Get behind me right now." Atlas commanded as he practically threw himself in front of his twin. His defensive instincts on high alert, he pulled an old hunting knife out of his right boot. Previous experiences have taught him to be prepared whenever danger might strike. However, his moral compass would not have him hurt anyone unless attacked.

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A brown rabbit appeared from a few hedges that framed a nearby garden outside. From the window Azura watched the cute little creature cautiously move forward and sniff about the area. In a way witnessing that simple action eased some of her nerves. She smiled fondly watching the rabbit bound back into the hedges.
This is definitely a far cry from the Oswage lands... She thought, a tad forlorn.
She continued to look around the front gardens, letting her mind drift and her thoughts dance in tune with the wind. It wasn't until a commotion sounded behind her that she turned her heel.
Before she knew it, her brother's arms were shielding her defensively, a knife in his hand.

Alarmed, she looked over his shoulder. This took great effort due to the fact his 6-foot stature overshadowed her 5-and-a-half-foot frame.
On tiptoe, she noticed two others had joined them. A petite woman with snow-white hair that matched her equally snow-white skin grinned over the shoulder of a face she could not quite make out just yet.
The mysterious figure then spoke, "Good morning! Did the others leave without you?"

With wide eyes and her face falling with shock, Azura grasped her brother's arm and hissed in his ear.
"Dumbass! Don't you know who that is?!" She shoved a surprised Atlas aside and took hold of his knife, wrenching it from his grip.
"We are not home anymore, you cannot just go wielding weapons willy-nilly in civilization! There are rules against that. There are LAWS against that.
Atlas shrugged nonchalantly and took back his blade, sheathing it in his boot once more. Azura rolled her eyes and poked his chest. Hard.
"That..." She said turning and pointing to the man who greeted them.
"That is Julian Westri. Also known as the headmaster of Arkus Academy."
Hard as it was to admit, Azura took pleasure in watching her brothers face pale as the seriousness of the situation struck him. Affirming his thoughts, she nodded and turned to walk over to the duo who joined them.
"I recognize him from the research I looked into about the academy."

Standing in front of Headmaster Westri and his assistant Linxi, Azura held her hand forward to offer a handshake. Her brother was not too far behind her. His face was beet red as he idly scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Hello." Azura grinned, shoving her emotions aside to appear diplomatic.
"We are the Orion twins, but I am sure you already knew that. Forgive my brother... it seems as we are not quite used to your customs yet."

He took her hand, shaking it with good nature and positivity that was infectious. Linxi did not miss a beat as she immediately shook Azura's hand right after she let go of his grip.
"The captain of our vessel mentioned that we had arrived a tad late... so I guess we missed the beginning of the tour."

@DrowsyPangolin

Emerald City

~Sage Rivera~

~Sage Rivera~

March 12th, 1996 (23 years old)

Personality

Simply put, Sage resembles many things. Her energy is best described as sunshine. Its warm and bright rays will bring not only comfort but joy as well. Her passion is like a shooting star, fantastic at first, soaring through the night sky with such brilliance. Then before you know it, its light is extinguished. She is the type of person who loves and lives freely. Sage has a huge heart that represents her strength as well as her downfall. You see, "the flame that burns twice as bright only burns for half as long." Even though most would envy her positive shine, the optimism she radiates does come at a price. There is always a crash after she lets her emotions soar to great heights. In which she crumples into herself, sucked into dark thoughts that she has many difficulties escaping. Even little cinnamon rolls suffer from anxiety and depression.

Short Biography

Sage was only four years old when her parents perished in an accidental house fire. The only reason she survived was that her grandmother had taken her for an outing that very same day. Her grandmother Willow was a very peaceful woman. The old woman lived in a small town not too far from Emerald City. In fact, she lived near Crater Lake Oregon so technically they were in the same state. The townsfolk knew Willow as the "local witch". A common misconception on their part. While Willow did believe in more spiritual practices, her main focus was on political affairs and maintaining world peace. During the Vietnam War, she would chant alongside Hippie brethren and "fight the cause". Her unique personality is quite possibly the reason Sage is the way she is.
Another odd hobby of hers includes things of a more metaphysical nature. With skills inherited from her grandmother, Sage finds the practice of divination to be quite fascinating. While she excels at reading tarot cards she still has a lot to learn about palmistry and scrying. As a hippie at heart, it was only natural for her to adapt to the "old ways" so quickly.

School

Sage had moved to the Emerald City for two reasons. One, that it reminded her of the "Wizard of Oz." And two, she had recently been accepted at Moore University to pursue her degree in art sciences. Sage had always been extremely creative. At a young age, she proceeded to master various art forms such as; sculpting, pottery, painting, sketching, photography, and even handy things like sewing. One of her many dreams was to live simply as an artist and sustain a survivable income.

Occupation

Because she is starting out on her own as an artist, it was only logical for her to begin a side career as a way of income. Although her grandmother had already paid towards her schooling as well as where she would be staying, it was Sage's job to make sure she had a part-time job to go towards food and pocket money. As a free spirit, Sage was so thankful to have been hired on as one of the gardeners for Canis Major. In addition to her love of art, animals, and odd things; she also was a huge fan of nature.

Neighborhood

Sage currently rents out the top floor of one of the few loft-apartment buildings in the city. While she prefers countryside settings, it would be much easier to be within walking distance of everything.