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Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

Mitch

Full Name:

Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases:

Mitch, Deus Ex Machina

Age:

Sixteen. Or so.

Gender:

Female

Division:

Smarts

Powers:

"Annnnnd... I'm in. Obviously."

Hyper-intelligence and technopathy, augmented by rigorous childhood "tutoring." She can interface with most technology via touch, and can access those with transmitting abilities as long as she has contact with something else that can connect or receive communication with such items. Enhanced memory, IQ, and mathematical reasoning.

Description:

Leila Michelle stands at a meager 5'3", the second shortest of her sisters; a young woman of unremarkable stature or features. She has mousey-brown hair and a naturally pale complexion, enhanced by her preference to spend time indoors.

Her eyes look very nearly human, perhaps even impressively human, considering that they are completely synthetic. Two glass eyes, a soft hazel close to her original natural color, are set where her eyes ought to be. Her face is marked with several bits of scarring.

She has a prim, received pronunciation accent.

She generally wears clothing reminiscent of a school uniform: Polo shirts, blouses, and pants, all in shades of khaki and blue that manage not to clash when assembled into outfits by someone with a distinct vision impairment.

Personality:

Mitch is a young woman of intense cleverness, determination, and social awkwardness.
She has a great deal of ingenuity, and uses it to pioneer new ways of doing things and securing independence.

Despite this, she is hyper-aware of the opinions of others, and often assumes the worst from what those around her say and do. She claims otherwise, but any indication that someone dislikes her is taken to heart.

To compensate, most of Mitch’s life, from friends to hobbies, exists online. She’s an avid and skilled member of the “Hactivist” community, fueled on by an innate sense of justice as well as her father’s mentorship and encouragement to push farther. Her sense of humor reflects the digital world she lives in, and is mostly made up of biting sarcasm, Internet absurdism, and self-deprecation.

Crush:

-

Skills:

Information Processing - When interfacing and utilizing technology with enhanced processing power, Leila is able to accomplish more technically in a very short space of time than a person can hope to. When online, she is able to work at computer chip processing speed, and complete multiple tasks at once without her attention suffering from the division.

Human Computer - Even offline, she has enhanced intelligence and sharp pattern recognition skills.

Guide Abomination - "Father says I needed something more 'robust' to assist me."

Weaknesses:

-Offline Being, despite her best efforts, still "only human," she cannot access most of the benefits of her technomancy when completely isolated from the grid.

- See No Evil After losing her eyes to an unsuccessful medical procedure around the age of twelve, leila has been unable to see in the traditional sense.

Brief History:

Subject 4 of Project LAMBDA, CODENAME, "LEILA," [REDACTED]

Upon participation in [REDACTED,] was deemed the most suitable ... [REDCATED] ...

Adopted by the infamous Doctor Edgar Coyle and sent to [REDACTED]

Enrolled at Lanius School to further establish connections with others in the field.

Genesis Curiel

Full Name:

Genesis Curiel

Nicknames/Aliases:

Gena, Dark Eve, The Serpent, Miss Curiel

Age:

Take a guess. Be kind.

Gender:

Female

Division:

Suavity

Powers:

"It feels right, doesn't it?"

A consistent aura of charisma and pleasurable sensations follow Genesis wherever she goes. She certainly does not possess mind control powers, but rather a "mind-training" ability: When she makes a request or suggestion, the person she is speaking to is free to reject. If they accept, however, a positive rush of dopamine lights up the reward center of her victim's mind. Over time, repeated requests form a pattern or perhaps an addiction to the high she provides. Using this ability, she can gain trust and eventually dependence from the victim, becoming able to make more and more absurd requests. "Could you tell me more," may eventually advance to, "leave your spouse," "leap off of the roof," or "let me possess your body."

"I can take it from here"

After sufficient conditioning with her aforementioned ability, she is able to take on a spectral form and project into the mind of her victim to pilot his or her body. This is, of course, only after asking permission to do so.

Not that you want to say "no."

Description:

The most contemporary take of modern beauty, in any era: Lately, a tall, narrow-waisted minx of a woman with borderline cartoonish proportions. She has slender, high-cut cheekbones and striking dark-lined eyes with pale fuchsia irises. Wavy black hair falls to her mid-back, though the color shifts through vibrant shades of violet and rose in different lighting. A pair of deep, dusty-pink horns protrude from her scalp, though they do little to detract from the otherwise ethereal beauty of her form.

She is nearly guaranteed to be wearing something bordering on scandalous for a school teacher: Tight slacks and scoop-necked sweater, a pencil skirt with a button-up not quite buttoned enough, stilettos no practical woman would walk around in.

Personality:

Charming, charismatic, passionate, and aggressive. Come say hi and see!

Alternatively, fuck around and find out.

Crush:

-

Skills:

TBD

Weaknesses:

-TBD

Brief History:

Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. It said to the woman, “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?”

The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’”

“You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”

When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

And God said to the Serpent,
“Cursed are you above all livestock
and all wild animals!
You will crawl on your belly
and you will eat dust
all the days of your life.
And I will put enmity
between you and the woman,
and between your offspring and hers;
he will crush your head,
and you will strike his heel.”

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Professor Maeve Brigid Byrne

Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Primary: Aeromancy

Professor of: Aeromancy; Combat
Secondaries: Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation

Crush: Someone. Maybe. Bit old for that, yeah?

Description:
Maeve is a woman of medium height with an atheltic build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines drag at the corners of her face: Some grew from years of windy battlefields, but most stem from her general distaste for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to manquerade a civil adult (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit.

The words “Storm II” are tattoed over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a monchrome kestrel with spread wings that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it.

Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen scar about the size of a large hand, caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other small, noticeably straight scars scattered across the rest of her exposed skin, particularly her outer arms. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive tree-like Lichtenberg figure that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh.

Skills:
Master of Aeromancy, specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon;
Agile flight, from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
Talented melee fighter, especially in hand-to-hand;
Accurate knife-thrower, via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI

Weaknesses:
Works best as a team fighter, and is bad at watching her own back;
Forms deep bonds with teammates, which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly loyal to her own motives and cause;
About as tactless and unsubtle as the average anvil;
Prefers to act on instinct and impulse, choosing to fight before thinking

Personality:
Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined.

She is standoffish toward most people until given a clear reason to behave otherwise. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She is loyal to a fault, and will blindly defend her companions, even when evidence is stacked against them.

She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect.

Brief History:
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a bitter, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.

Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.

By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. The two were also members of an elite strike team, Alpha-Omega, with a reputation for finishing what they started. Maeve gained two to three other close comrades through this team, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall.

In the years after the war, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle. She drank, attempted a relationship here or there, but mostly just kept her head above water where she could.

When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram
Nicknames/Aliases: Mitch
Age: 16 (ish)
Gender: Female
Primary:] Runic Casting
Student
Secondary of interest: Magical Weapons Infusement
Secondary: Familiar Conjuring (learned via home tutor)

Description: Mitch is not remarkable in the least, and her actual appearance is often overlooked as most eyes are more drawn to watch her guide companion, Apple, than Mitch herself.

When people do manage to look at Mitch, most find her quite average: She has shoulder-length mousey brown hair and medium skin. She is on the shorter and thinner side, but not so much as to be the “most” anything: The curves of her body are slight, when not obstructed by poor posture and loose outfits. Her features are generally soft, and she has a girlish, round face; the kind of face that “could be pretty,” as one of her old schoolmates once said, if she took the time to maintain her looks.

Her dark brown eyes typically appear out of focus, as she is legally blind beyond the point of prescription correction. She wears glasses to work at her computer, along with a magnified font. Outside of this, she uses no vision aids, "because it's just different kinds of blurry after ten centimeters."

Personality: Mitch is a young woman of intense cleverness, determination, and social awkwardness.

In terms of living with her blindness, Mitch is well aware of her limits, but refuses to accept that they somehow make her less capable. She has a great deal of ingenuity, and uses it to pioneer new ways of doing things and securing independence.

Despite this, she is hyper-aware of the opinions of others, and often assumes the worst from what those around her say and do. She claims otherwise, but any indication that someone dislikes her is taken to heart.

To compensate, most of Mitch’s life, from friends to hobbies, exists online. She’s an avid and skilled member of the “Hactivist” community, fueled on by an innate sense of justice as well as her father’s career in information technology. Her sense of humor reflects the digital world she lives in, and is mostly made up of biting sarcasm, Internet absurdism, and self-deprecation.


Skills:
Has a stable familiar- See below
Comprised the entire runic alphabet into keyboard format with the intent of using it for rune-infused infiltration
Excellent computer skills; can access almost anything with an internet connection.

Weaknesses:
Legally blind: Mitch can only see about six inches in front of her face when using maximum correction and a reader’s glass.

She is also is not very good at the words and human-type things all the time.

Brief History: Leila was born to a mother and father, though public record shows otherwise: Outside of the magical community and a few intelligence agency servers, she was never born at all. Allegedly, he father was a Computer Science Professor at Oxford University, and her mother was a government accountant. Less on the record, Mr. Ingram worked with redacted Her mom was around less often, but Mitch is reasonably sure she definitely killed someone, and also probably works for some agency related to hiding monstrous summons. But her mom travels a lot. So, you know. *shrugs.*

Aside from the discovery of her disability, she had a relatively constant early childhood, filled with love and doting, if not an unreasonable amount of in-home security measures and middle-of-the-night moves.

By the time Leila was seven, her eyesight had grown weak enough that she needed to use a cane or a guide to navigate. Hoping to give her daughter a sense of independence, as well as a companion, Mrs. Ingram tutored her in the art of Familiar Conjuraton. Over the next year, Leila became proficient enough to open a small portal, through which a small creature fumbled.

Only, instead of a fluffy or comforting guide, Leila managed to summon a dragon-like abomination with six legs, purple fur, a beetle carapace, insect wings, and two mouths, one inside the other.

It bonded on sight, and she named it Apple.

Up until Marchand, Mitch’s schedule remained relatively the same: She kept to herself (and Apple) during her free time, studied computers with her father, and developed most of her social connections through the Internet.

Other: Mitch is legally blind, and can only see about six inches in front of her face with maximum correction and a reader's glass. Due to this, she navigates using a guide companion abomination. Her guide is a stable, permanent familiar who goes by Apple. ("Because he's a bit useless, and not all that impressive.")

Apple is the size of a small dog, with a dragon-like body shape. He has six legs, and is covered in a thick layer of purple fur. His underbelly features a carapace not dissimilar to that of a cockroach, and he has wings on his back to match. His tail is prehensile and features a barb that can occasionally drip acid when he is excited, and he has two mouths, one inside of the other.

He likes to sleep on top of Mitch's feet, and wears a harness that reads "Working animal! Do not pet," while working as a guide.

Nurse Mariana Guerra-Montana

Full Name: Mariana Paola Teresa Guerra-Montana

Nicknames/Aliases: Mari; But also answers to: Mom; Mommy; MOOOM; We're Out of Milk; Have You Seen My Left Boot; etc

Age: 49

Gender: Female

Primary: Defense

School Nurse

Secondaries: Toxins and Healing

Description: Mariana is a medium-tall woman with a soft, slightly curvy build. Her facial features are gentle and pretty, if not showing some signs of age, with very expressive brows. She has kind brown eyes, medium olive-toned skin, and wavy black hair that falls to her mid-back when not tied up.

Personality: Mariana is a mother, with the patience and wit to match. She is quick to mentor and take those in distress under her wing, and is always willing to lend and ear or a hug to someone in need.

When it comes to protecting her family, she has a fearsome streak parallel to none. No means is too extreme to protect her loved ones, and her morality can become clouded in do-or-die scenarios.

Skills: Strong shield work; ARNP (Advanced Registered Nurse Practicioner); Well-controlled toxin user and healer; trained for combat under Montana; good judge of character; strong willed; expert cleaner of both spilled milk and tears.

Weaknesses: Quick to make impulsive decisions when someone is in danger; easily swayed by the well-being of her children.


Brief History: Mariana was born to the Guerra family, a modest Defender line living in Columbia and Miami, known for very little.

It is know that she was an active member of Morgana's cult during the early years of the war, and that during this time she married Roderic Montana. They later defected, andany evidence against her and her family was expunged from the record in exchange for their intelligence, cooperation, and service.

She worked as a field medic during the war, using both traditional healing and her knowledge as a mundane nurse. In the years after, she moved back to Miami with Roderic to raise their three children and assist her aging mother. She has come to work for Marchand as the head of nursing.

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

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Professor Maeve Brigid Byrne

Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Primary: Aeromancy

Professor of: Aeromancy; Levitation
Secondaries: Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation

Description:
Maeve is a woman of medium height with an atheltic build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines drag at the corners of her face: Some grew from years of windy battlefields, but most stem from her general distaste for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to manquerade a civil adult (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit.

The words “Storm II” are tattoed over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a monchrome kestrel with spread wings that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it.

Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen scar about the size of a large hand, caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other small, noticeably straight scars scattered across the rest of her exposed skin, particularly her outer arms. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive tree-like Lichtenberg figure that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh.

Skills:
Master of Aeromancy, specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon;
Agile flight, from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
Talented melee fighter, especially in hand-to-hand;
Accurate knife-thrower, via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI

Weaknesses:
Works best as a team fighter, and is bad at watching her own back;
Forms deep bonds with teammates, which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly loyal to her own motives and cause;
About as tactless and unsubtle as the average anvil;
Prefers to act on instinct and impulse, choosing to fight before thinking

Personality:
Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined.

She is standoffish toward most people until given a clear reason to behave otherwise. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She has little pity for those who seek it or perceive themselves worthy of such: Whatever sense of sympathy she once had is kept locked away. Her loyalty is hard won, but undying once it has been earned. Despite a gruff exterior, she leads with her heart more than her head. This makes her an excellent teammate to have on your side, and a devoted friend.

She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect.

Brief History:
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a bitter, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.

Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.

By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. The two were also members of an elite strike team, Alpha-Omega, with a reputation for finishing what they started. Maeve gained two to three other close comrades through this team, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall.

In the years after the war, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle. She drank, attempted a relationship here or there, but mostly just kept her head above water where she could.

When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram
Nicknames/Aliases: Mitch
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Primary:] Runic Casting
Student
Secondary of interest: Magical Weapons Infusement
Secondary: Familiar Conjuring (learned via home tutor)

Description: Mitch is not remarkable in the least, and her actual appearance is often overlooked as most eyes are more drawn to watch her guide companion, Apple, than Mitch herself.

When people do manage to look at Mitch, most find her quite average: She has shoulder-length mousey brown hair and medium skin. She is on the shorter and thinner side, but not so much as to be the “most” anything: The curves of her body are slight, when not obstructed by poor posture and loose outfits. Her features are generally soft, and she has a girlish, round face; the kind of face that “could be pretty,” as one of her old schoolmates once said, if she took the time to maintain her looks.

Her dark brown eyes typically appear out of focus, as she is legally blind beyond the point of prescription correction. She wears glasses to work at her computer, along with a magnified font. Outside of this, she uses no vision aids, "because it's just different kind of blurry after six inches."

Personality: Mitch is a young woman of intense cleverness, determination, and social awkwardness.

In terms of living with her blindness, Mitch is well aware of her limits, but refuses to accept that they somehow make her less capable. She has a great deal of ingenuity, and uses it to pioneer new ways of doing things and securing independence.

Despite this, she is hyper-aware of the opinions of others, and often assumes the worst from what those around her say and do. She claims otherwise, but any indication that someone dislikes her is taken to heart.

To compensate, most of Mitch’s life, from friends to hobbies, exists online. She’s an avid and skilled member of the “Hactivist” community, fueled on by an innate sense of justice as well as her father’s career in information technology. Her sense of humor reflects the digital world she lives in, and is mostly made up of biting sarcasm, Internet absurdism, and self-deprecation.


Skills:
Has a stable familiar- See below
Comprised the entire runic alphabet into keyboard format with the intent of using it for rune-infused infiltration
Excellent computer skills; can hack basically anything with an internet connection.

Weaknesses:
Legally blind: Mitch can only see about eight inches in front of her face when using maximum correction and a reader’s glass.

She is also is not very good at the words and human-type things all the time.

Brief History: Leila was born to a mother and father, though public record shows otherwise: Outside of the magical community and a few intelligence agency servers, she was never born at all. Allegedly, he father was a Computer Science Professor at Oxford University, and her mother was a government accountant. Less on the record, Mr. Ingram worked with redacted Her mom was around less often, but Mitch is reasonably sure she definitely killed someone, and also probably works for some agency related to hiding monstrous summons. But her mom travels a lot. So, you know. *shrugs.*

Aside from the discovery of her disability, she had a relatively constant early childhood, filled with love and doting, if not an unreasonable amount of in-home security measures and middle-of-the-night moves.

By the time Leila was seven, her eyesight had grown weak enough that she needed to use a cane or a guide to navigate. Hoping to give her daughter a sense of independence, as well as a companion, Mrs. Ingram tutored her in the art of Familiar Conjuraton. Over the next year, Leila became proficient enough to open a small portal, through which a small creature fumbled.

Only, instead of a fluffy or comforting guide, Leila managed to summon a dragon-like abomination with six legs, purple fur, a beetle carapace, insect wings, and two mouths, one inside the other.

It bonded on sight, and she named it Apple.

Up until Marchand, Mitch’s schedule remained relatively the same: She kept to herself (and Apple) during her free time, studied computers with her father, and developed most of her social connections through the Internet.

Other: Mitch is legally blind, and can only see about six inches in front of her face with maximum correction and a reader's glass. Due to this, she navigates using a guide companion abomination. Her guide is a stable, permanent familiar who goes by Apple. ("Because he's a bit useless, and not all that impressive.")

Apple is the size of a small dog, with a dragon-like body shape. He has six legs, and is covered in a thick layer of purple fur. His underbelly features a carapace not dissimilar to that of a cockroach, and he has wings on his back to match. His tail is prehensile and features a barb that can occasionally drip acid when he is excited, and he has two mouths, one inside of the other.

He likes to sleep on top of Mitch's feet, and wears a harness that reads "Working animal! Do not pet," while working as a guide.

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Mina Louise Aldridge

The difference between products marketed as "flame resistant" and those that were actually flame proof was becoming a vital distinction in Mina's life. Flame resistant bed sheets, for example, had been a superfluous, bordering on mysterious, product at some point in her recent memory. Were they for people who smoked in bed? Wax play enthusiasts with poor depth perception?

They were not for people who caught fire in their sleep.

At exactly eight thirty AM, Mina caught fire. Exactly half a second later, an alarm went off and the automatic extinguishers installed over her bed responded to the fire sensor and exploded with a pfft of cold white foam. It smothered her (formerly) sleeping and (possibly more importantly) ablaze form with a frigid blast of chemical fluff. She blinked her eyes open.

"Well. Doesn't that just-" Sitting up, she ran a hand down her face and spit some foam off to the side. Sorry, sorry, she mumbled to the attendants hurrying in to right the mess, holding extinguishers in case the overhead had failed in its job. "I know this probably gets your goose. I can clean it, it's my own-"

"Not to worry, Miss, said a young woman already stripping the sheets. She and her cohorts were not the type to bat an eye at a woman still sporting her bonnet and covered in extinguisher spray. "You ought to get cleaned up for the meeting today."

"Oh, right. About forgot about that- Sorry. Again. Sorry. I'm gonna, uh." She sighed, nodded out the door before heading toward the showers, a change of clothes over one arm.

------

She made her way to the meeting room about half an hour after the chaos, hair tied back and clean clothes on. "Uh, morning. Y'all. Good to, uh. Good to see everyone all bright and early, huh?" She didn't address anyone in particular, more aiming for small talk as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the beverage tray.

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Sowilo

Working on a picture. Will come.

Full Name: Doctor Mina Louise Aldridge

Nicknames/Aliases: Doc

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Rune/Location: Sowilo, on the back of her left hand.

Rune Powers: Sowilo, the rune of sunlight, warmth, and fire.

Manifestation and manipulation of fire, flame, and heat. Impervious to burns and extremely high temperatures.

Description: Mina stands at a neat six feet in height, with the slim, lean figure. Her features are soft and dotted with faint freckles across her nose and cheekbones, framed by a voluminous head of natural black curls that fall to her mid-back. She has an even, light tawny complexion and honey colored eyes. She bears a thick Southern accent, and a smile set just a hair off-center by a dimple on only one side.

Personality: Warm, determined, and level-headed. Despite her rune’s incendiary tendencies, Mina keeps a cool head in high-stress situations. She possesses a strong sense of purpose, and a belief that everyone has a role to play in the greater scheme of things. While being a peacemaker in most situations, she will absolutely fight you over any (wrong) opinions you have regarding sweet tea.

Skills:

Medical training, specializing in cardiac care
Excellent grasp of anatomy and pathology
Pretty clever, and excellent under pressure
Decent stamina; hobbyist distance runner

Weaknesses:

No active combat experience
Limited applicable fighting skill
Unsweetened tea

Brief History: Mina was born to an agricultural engineer and an orthopaedic surgeon in the city built upon what was once Savannah, Georgia. She spent most of her childhood alternating between playing outside whenever she could, and perusing medical documentaries and textbooks.

When the time came, she was accepted to a top premedical program, followed by her first choice of medical school, and then began a surgical residency at a major treatment center. By this point, she had acquired a decent apartment, started training for a half-marathon within the year, and put in an adoption application to an Australian Shepherd rescue.

It was all going very well for Doctor Aldridge.

And then, on a rather unfortunate Tuesday morning, the sink spontaneously combusted whilst she was trying to scrub in.

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Sowilo

Working on a picture. Will come.

Full Name: Doctor Mina Louise Aldridge

Nicknames/Aliases: Doc

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Rune/Location: Sowilo, on the back of her left hand.

Rune Powers: Sowilo, the rune of sunlight, warmth, and fire.

Manifestation and manipulation of fire, flame, and heat. Impervious to burns and extremely high temperatures.

Description: Mina stands at a neat six feet in height, with the slim, lean figure. Her features are soft and dotted with faint freckles across her nose and cheekbones, framed by a voluminous head of natural black curls that fall to her mid-back. She has an even, light tawny complexion and honey colored eyes. She bears a thick Southern accent, and a smile set just a hair off-center by a dimple on only one side.

Personality: Warm, determined, and level-headed. Despite her rune’s incendiary tendencies, Mina keeps a cool head in high-stress situations. She possesses a strong sense of purpose, and a belief that everyone has a role to play in the greater scheme of things. While being a peacemaker in most situations, she will absolutely fight you over any (wrong) opinions you have regarding sweet tea.

Skills:

Medical training, specializing in cardiac care
Excellent grasp of anatomy and pathology
Pretty clever, and excellent under pressure
Decent stamina; hobbyist distance runner

Weaknesses:

No active combat experience
Limited applicable fighting skill
Unsweetened tea

Brief History: Mina was born to an agricultural engineer and an orthopaedic surgeon in the city built upon what was once Savannah, Georgia. She spent most of her childhood alternating between playing outside whenever she could, and perusing medical documentaries and textbooks.

When the time came, she was accepted to a top premedical program, followed by her first choice of medical school, and then began a surgical residency at a major treatment center. By this point, she had acquired a decent apartment, started training for a half-marathon within the year, and put in an adoption application to an Australian Shepherd rescue.

It was all going very well for Doctor Aldridge.

And then, on a rather unfortunate Tuesday morning, the sink spontaneously combusted whilst she was trying to scrub in.

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases: Leila Michelle Ingram, Mitch

Age: 24 (Ish? Or just quite youthful for her age, perhaps. She seems to have been in her early twenties for as long as most people have known her.)

Gender: Female

Alliance: Blessed / Head of surveillance

Duties: Uses digital security sensors and a personal network to know as much as humanely (or perhaps inhumanly) possibly regarding the goings on of the Mansion and Runes.

Description: A small and unassuming woman, usually seen in a modest button-down and pantsuit. Her faded green eyes are out of focus when viewing anything more than a few inches from her face, and she carries a cane to find her way around. She is almost never without her tablet or laptop, a pair of maximum corrective lenses, and a stemless magnifying glass. Her hair is mousy brown, and she never wears makeup of any kind.

She is legally blind, and cannot see anything more than a foot away, even with vision aids.

Personality: Sharp-tongued, but soft spoken. Mitch has nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, and as such has a rather even keel at most times. She is rarely surprised, and in fact, has an uncanny knack for guessing what people are up to.


Skills:
- Computer expert
- Excellent sensory perception, aside from sight
- Quick thinking/problem solving
- Operates a network that allows her to stay informed about all things at all times
- Not actually a bad shot, if she can hear where someone is
- Powerful rune writer

Weaknesses:
- Slightly less informed about all things she may be about to bump into
- Limited physical fighting ability
- Might smell slightly less human than some humans
- Can write strong runic inscriptions, but cannot cast them or assist in rituals


Brief History: Since before she can recall, Mitch has been writing code and working with runes. She's a bit new to the use of laptops, previously having used a far more stationary setup. Her product, however, has not suffered from the shift. Mitch has also worked with the Blessed for nearly a decade, and played an integral role in finding the Chosen ones shortly after their runes appeared.

Other:Mitch uses a cane to find her way around when outside the mansion. She does not like it when people move furniture near her quarters, and has a policy about moving it back posted in most common areas.

The Runes- A Norse Anime Roleplay (NEED ROLES!)

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases: Leila Michelle Ingram, Mitch

Age: 24 (ish? Or just quite youthful for her age, perhaps)

Gender: Female

Alliance: Blessed / Head of surveillance

Duties: Uses digital security sensors and a personal network to know as much as humanely (or perhaps inhumanly) possibly regarding the goings on of the Mansion and Runes.

Description: A small and unassuming woman, usually seen in a modest button-down and pantsuit. Her faded green eyes are out of focus when viewing anything more than a few inches from her face, and she carries a cane to find her way around. She is almost never without her tablet or laptop, a pair of maximum corrective lenses, and a stemless magnifying glass. Her hair is mousy brown, and she never wears makeup of any kind.

She is legally blind, and cannot see anything more than a foot away, even with vision aids.

Personality: Sharp-tongued, but soft spoken. Mitch has nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, and as such has a rather even keel at most times. She is rarely surprised, and in fact, has an uncanny knack for guessing what people are up to.


Skills:
- Computer expert
- Excellent sensory perception, aside from sight
- Quick thinking/problem solving
- Operates a network that allows her to stay informed about all things at all times
- Not actually a bad shot, if she can hear where someone is
- Powerful rune writer

Weaknesses:
- Slightly less informed about all things she may be about to bump into
- Limited physical fighting ability
- Might smell slightly less human than some humans
- Can write strong runic inscriptions, but cannot cast them or assist in rituals


Brief History: Since before she can recall, Mitch has been writing code and working with runes. She's a bit new to the use of laptops, previously having used a far more stationary setup. Her product, however, has not suffered from the shift. Mitch has also worked with the Blessed for nearly a decade, and played an integral role in finding the Chosen ones shortly after their runes appeared.

Other:Mitch uses a cane to find her way around when outside the mansion. She does not like it when people move furniture near her quarters, and has a policy about moving it back posted in most common areas.

The Runes- A Norse Anime Roleplay (NEED ROLES!)

Mitch sheet a comin'

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Like any responsible, slightly irritated adult, Professor Byrne had hung toward the edge of the room as Norrevinter bowled Sterling into the table. It was hardly the first or last time Sterling would end up under a girl, if he was anything like his father, if Kora were like her aunt, she would throw people through worse than the breakfast table before she was gone. Schippers had it handled well enough, Maeve thought.

She would have intervened, had anything caught fire.

With one hand clasping the other wrist and her back as stiff as ever, the veteran eyed the crowd of amassed students: Some were trying to make friends, a few just trying not to be run over. A lot were late. She cast a sideways smile toward Toby Schippers, though did not wave. No need to embarrass the boy, after all. Though his sweater vest looked a bit askew after diving aside...

Poor kid. She'd assign him to an easy combat assignment. Maybe, like... The blind girl looked like a safe bet. She doubted they would damage on another too badly.

The lights dimmed as the presentation began. She kept scanning for a moment, when something caught the professor at a loss. Her eyes went wide for the briefest of seconds, one hand reaching in the hope that Kovalenko had stepped into the shadow beside her. Then, Maeve's legs buckled at the knees and her weight keeled back into the wall beside her. She kept standing, but her hands clenched; open and shut, open and shut, over and over in no specific timing. A cold sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her gaze, with pupils wide and wild, was fixed on the exact position where one Layne Towerfall was seated.

@Oooie

The Marchand School of Sorcery

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