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Hikari Academy

@KoL Ah my apologies. I was rummaging through a couple of the previous sheets and I saw some with a personality so I thought it was a nice touch. One the flip- side, everything else will be updated as soon as I can ponder on some of mistakes and make my adjustments. Thank you, though!

Hikari Academy

@Cerces22

Thank you! We can have our adventures from time to time lol. He's a good boy, most of the time however.

Hikari Academy

Lumen

Lumen Kresnik

Age: Physically 17, soul is around a century old.
Equipment: White Hood, remnant of his friend who passed.
Appearance: Upon casting, the hues of his eyes turn a very light purple. His height is around 173cm and he weighs around 58.9 kg.
Species: Possessed Human / Poltergeist

Abilities:

Ethereal Flame: It's a substance that's no different from regular flame. Its properties and attributes are similar to that of any fire ability. However, this occurs when you transfer magic from one person to another. Magic in the hands of the craft can be a dangerous weapon, the man who traded of this gift to Lumen gave him his element on his deathbed. This was done through ancient methods, scrolls and timing. This gives the flame a variety of hues which dense up into a simmering dance. As if the milky way’s colors immersed themselves in the fire. The link is still weak, once it is complete, the hue should solidify to its most permanent hue.

Acute senses: His reaction time is heightened due to the interference of another soul within him. Though the link is still incomplete, they are twice as strong as that of a normal humans. (This implies the 5 senses)

Diarmuid's Love Spot (Curse): A small birthmark under his right eye. Passed down through the link between men and soul. Through life the soul that possessed the body was philanderer, a man who's pursuit of the opposite sex was about as important as his search for mysteries in life. Upon taking the host's body, he transferred this trait onto him. Taking the shape of a small spot. Stories tell of a man who once held such a curse that made any woman he meets fall for him, in this case however, it works slightly the same. Whoever has eye contact with Lumen and has little to no proficiency in magic, will feel slightly infatuated with him or bothered by his presence. This is 50/50 it tends to bring problems because it seems that the slight majority cannot act normally around him. (This is mostly for npc's. PC's can ignore this if you want to.)

Sample post

A knock was heard on the door where Lumen stayed the night. The orphanage felt lonelier as the days went by. The youth's friends were slowly being adopted while at the same time new kids arrived at the home who were too young for Lumen to interact with. Perhaps this is because of his shyness... The thought crawled on his mind like a spider to its prey. Slowly creeping into his thoughts and evoking the memory of a friend. A friend that visits sporadically and without warning. One that could be here one day and be gone for next month or so without saying good-bye. This time, however, it's been nearly six months since Lumen last saw him. And each time there was a knock on the door it indicated to him one of two things: The daughter of the owner was preparing me for a family to come in. Or that he arrived with gifts bared in hands. Excitement rushed over Lumen body, he could feel his cheeks pull through the force of his smile. He was sure is was his friends because if it were any other person, the daughter would've told him prior to her arrival to his room.

Lumen had to hurry! He would act disinterested at first. He would look out the window bored, hand holding the weight of his head as he ignored his friend's grand entrance. "Oh, you're back already..." Lumen would say in an attempt to devalue his friend's long disappearance. As if he was gone merely an hour or two. Lumen didn't miss him at all, or at least this is the thought the youth of silver hair wanted to portray. Lumen rushed to position, looking out the window while making the most convincing grimace he could muster. Yes, he didn’t like to admit it, but he practiced this very face just for this occasion. Something about seeing his friend offended and quickly recoiling with a “Just kidding!” brought a sense of joy that this boy really couldn’t put his finger on. Of course, children who aren’t even eight years old seldom understand the mechanics of how they feel. The door opened, but the voice that rang on his ears was not of the man Lumen expected. It was of the daughter of the owner of the orphanage. Lumen’s face slumped and his previous energy had drained entirely, a sigh escaped him. He threw himself on the bed suddenly feeling too tired to do anything else. “You were waiting for him again, Lumen?” her voice was tender, it softened the blow of what his expectation previously had crushed.

"Yeah…” Lumen said burying his face into his pillow. “Priscilla, you talk to him a lot. What’s taking him so long?” Her name was uttered, she didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or suspicious of what was implied in-between the lines of that sentence. Considering the situation that what just at hand, she decided to let it slip. Priscilla walked towards Lumen, sat on the side of his bed and began to run her fingers through those beautiful silver locks of his. Quietly admiring such. “Aren't you hungry? It’s gonna be late soon and you haven’t eaten anything.” Lumen peered out of his pillow, locking eyes with this bigger sister of sorts. Capturing every individual feature on her mien. From the rose of her cheek, to the green of her eyes. A smile which merely propelled what was already a strong motherly aura. And his eyes parted from hers. Focusing on the thought that continued to run across his mind.

“Priscilla?” she replied with a simple, hm? As confirmation that Lumen had her full attention. “If I ever get adopted… Will I be able to see you and Kresnik again?” Kresnik, the name of the man who takes the title of Lumen’s best friend. And of Priscilla’s ‘special’ one. Priscilla face sunk into a frown. Lumen didn’t understand… Did he say something odd? Maybe this was haunting Priscilla as much as it was haunting him. Lumen quickly brought himself up and comforted Priscilla. Doing the same as she did, with fingers running through her hair, combing it with gentle strokes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad. It doesn’t matter if I get adopted. I’ll always try to come and see you, okay! So please, don’t be sad.” Priscilla felt his warmth, he was a nice boy. She stood and ushered him to another room, the owner’s office. Where he was met with a card and a small box. As he opened both… Tears began to flow from his eyes…

Denial was the first step, trying to search for a definite answer he begged for the truth to be spoken. He searched for confirmation of the latter, to be told that his friend was still alive. But nothing came to his aid, he had to face this reality alone. His friend, Kresnik was gone. Someone who was like an older brother to him, someone who he could confide in when things seemed grim. Someone who always returned when the others were adopted. Now, he’s gone… And this pained him. Within the box laid a small pearl that rose into the air, floating before Lumen’s very eyes.

“Hi, kiddo. I’m sure you got the bad news. I’m sorry… I wish I could tell you more stories of my adventures. It’s unfortunate, but these things happen.” Kresnik’s voice… it flowed through the magical energy of this pearl. “Though I’ve passed, I can still talk to you like this. Even if it's for a bit. This is a little secret of mines. I’m actually a poltergeist, a being that exist to haunt. Or so the stories tell. The body before me was of a friend too, he said that I could use it. To give me the life that I desired to have. He was sick… and at his deathbed, he allowed me to take control of the body. I lived my life already, but you… You still have much to explore. So this is my last gift to you, Lumen. Make sure you use it well.” The pearl floated to his chest and submerged into his soul, soon flames began to dance at the tip of Lumen's fingers. His eyes shimmered in a different hue, and his magic awoken. "Don't let anyone kill your sense of adventure, kid!"

Hikari Academy

Hey there! This game seems fun, I'm interested in joining so I'll get a character up as soon as I can.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Romaní Bogart

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The young woman spoke once again after the barrage of people began asking a myriad of questions. One in particular seemed to herald the limelight of such and understandingly so. Romaní was silently grateful for such, as he gave voice to much of these people's concerns. However, this time with much more vigor laced on the tune of this mysterious woman's voice. Shaping the curve in the peach of her lips that garnered to life a smile. It was tender, patient, there in it acted as stimuli to ease the youth's worries. He felt a little more at ease, no animosity stemmed from this stranger before him. She repeated, almost at verbatim what had been written in that mysterious letter. How troublesome, thought the silver haired youth, his eyes scanning the rest of the group, one by one. First to the few to his left... Young man with long locks, same boy who immediately started the conversation, wanting to understand the place. Lively it seemed, there wasn't a moment since this began that a smile parted his lips. Next... A young girl, roughly around the age of this boy too. Brunette with relatively short hair, around shoulder length if not a bit longer. She seemed to have been staggered by the teleportation, she rocked back and forward before regaining composure. She didn't seem much like she was affected by this either. I wonder if he was the only one skeptical of it all. Next another male, this one seemed a bit older by comparison of the other two and he shared a similarity and a opposite to Romaní. Their hair were both silver, gleamed at the semblance of light, yet his eyes were unlike his. Romaní's was crimson's while his was clear and bright blue. He seemed to have whispered something to himself. Romaní couldn't quite catch it, however. But he disregarded it and continued...

He turned around to see, there was a tall boy, around the same age as the previous one. His visage was one of strength, he was menacing at first glance. His stature towards above Ramaní's, his hair was short and brown, he seemed calmed regardless of everything that has happened up until now. If anything, he seemed more annoyed than surprised. Next, this one also had long hair, but his features were stronger than the first kid. He was an adult, this much this silver haired youth could tell. But something was certainly off about him, he couldn't place his finger on it. Romaní didn't feel too comfortable exploring that feeling. This peculiar one mumbled to himself too, I guess it's common trait among these strangers. His distance was too far to really understand what he said, and for some reason, Romaní didn't seem to keen in attempting to deciphering it, either. Continuing... There was now another with long hair, blonde, this one however had the longest of the three males. He wore a grimace through the entirety of the time Romaní was inspecting him. His clothes were foreign to the youth, he didn't decipher its origin but they were certainly mage's robes. Out of all of them, this one gave Romaní a much more stronger sense of understanding of magecraft, but that glare... Maybe he shouldn't try to get on his nerves much.

Now to his right... A female this time. She seemed... curious. She said her name was what? Rinh? Short brown hair, emerald green eyes, kind of bubbly personality, unable to keep still. This was the only one that had spoken her name since this started. She wasn't shy of exploring and excavating for this of her interest. She had a gauntlet too, it seemed she was techie of sorts. Soon after another voice rose to greet this stranger, a male also of silver hair but his eyes were hued differently. Almost amber or caramel? Romaní couldn't really place his finger on it, but he was almost as bubbly as the this girl who continued to search around the seems for... whatever. Another seemed to have lost balance entirely, she fell to the ground, and rose back up as if she experienced a small bump. Her smile was beaming and it seemed like she was made of tougher stuff than what she looked. She seemed kind among all that, her hair was short and style was certainly different in a good way. Romaní felt at ease merely as an extension of her presence. And finally a girl garnishing upon her a headset and a music player. Wait... was she bleeding? What happened? Did she get hurt during the fall? Was this prior to the events that were transpiring? Out of all of them, this was the only one which propelled Romaní to move. He paced towards where she stood, tapped on her shoulder, his usual stern look plastered on his mien. "Hey." he rose his hand with a subtle wave, he felt a bit awkward at first, but he reached towards his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. "You seemed to have gotten hurt on the fall. Here, for the blood."

A voice now peered from nowhere, a half-breed. This was interesting, it seemed he herald the qualities of a hare. His hair and eyes were pink and brilliant. Of out all of them he was the one who stood out the most, not necessarily in a bad way. It was a first from what Romaní was used to seeing. He was quick, and so before anything else could happen the boy walked forwards and spoke. "Hi."

What now?

"Uhm, I understand that there's some hurry to all of this, but maybe we could start by knowing your name? I'm Romaní Bogart. My family specializes in Mantra. I don't really know what to think about all of this, yet. You don't seem like a bad person to me, and I feel your honesty. I do however, want to aid in anyway I can, for my family."

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Thanks for the post Ave, I'm gonna get mines up in a moment too.

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Oh nvm tho, thanks anyway.

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Edit: deleting sheet

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Hello! I'm really interested in giving this a whirl. Seems entertaining and whatnot. I'm gonna get my ideas straighten up to post up a character sheet relatively soon, if I can lol

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Romaní Bogart

Time has transpired since the time of his... delivery. The youth of silver locks and crimson iris's stared down at the letter which had been handed down to him by a mysterious force. And entity that in itself demonstrated a sense of power which Romaní was foreign too. In a flash, without warning in the slightest, an entity of light bore its presence before him, a luminous aura veiled it's space, just so such would remove its existence from the reality which it willing traversed into. A myriad of questions arose, nothing seemed coherent and it riddled of mystery. His tongue flicked at the seems of his of disbelief, reading the letter once more before returning to that canvas which roamed his thoughts. Indeed, if there was something that this youth understood, it was the situation the world had been under with the decaying mana source, mages of all types and kind were becoming relics of a different time, but that in itself was unknown as to what was causing it. He believed in many aspects, such as the world going through an extreme shift, the ecosystem would die out and be reborn into a new soil, bringing a new age to the history of man. A thought that terrified that youth immensely... The second was the reason as to why he was chosen. He was a student from a dying art, a race of mages and monks who lived differently than others. Witnessing the tattoo which ingrained it's presence on the back of his hand, pulsating gently into stroke between light and dark, demonstrating a curse and a blessing. The wound of his magical circuit being repaired by a strained he foolishly caused himself.

It just continues to bring up the question: "Why me of all people?" Spoke the boy in tune with his melancholic curiosity. His hands cruised through his hair, stroking each lock to the back of his head in a slick back. Whoever sent this had a plan, but more importantly, he knew something the world didn't. And he chose Romaní as a candidate? "All I need to do is rip the paper, huh?" He was audible about this thought. As if to ward off any doubts. "What would my father say about this? He'd probably be suspicious too." he pressed the letter up to his lips, again he couldn't stop his train of thought. The night would soon clock at mid-night. Tomorrow he needed to present himself in the dojo early morning. He needed to swab the floors and tend to the fields. He didn't have time to waste on this... "I shouldn't trust strangers anyway." He said, throwing the card to the trashcan next to his table. A crack of his neck and fingers before he departed towards his bed. However...

Before he knew it, he turned towards the letter, witnessing it's glow once more. Biting his lip before running once more towards it, picking it up and ripping it to shreds. In a stupor of instinct, before he knew it a light engulfed his entirety, swallowed his essence and triggered his mind to a state of white. He cursed his impulsiveness, before he knew it the scenery before him had changed, the blur he had witnessed once before had now begun to ease into a visual frame. Before him were not one, but many others who seemed unsurprising, damaged excited, but even more so, before them stood two people who from their essence exuded an aura of power and strength. A spectacle was let loose before the youth's eyes, Romaní couldn't understand what stemmed from this power, this was... mana? This was magic! The blade held by the blonde man accessed a potential Romaní didn't think possible from mages nowadays. This was something... it was merely what seemed to be an initiation. He gulped, as if to swallow down the anxiety he sensed welling up on his throat.

After such, a softer much more tranquil voice took the space of attention. The man took his leave, and she began to speak. Her tone demonstrated a sense of relief, almost as if she was hoping for this to happen. The silver haired youth couldn't understand what was happening, he took a step back, as to hide between the many here, silently observing what was occurring before him.