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I suppose that I am a little more social at the moment. Not very much so. I'm getting back into the grooves of my own thing.

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Question though, would a Regia Guard player-character know much Iknomancy considering they wouldn't have studied at the Academy, due to them being two different career paths? You've described Ikonomancy as being pretty commonly used by all kinds of folks in the city, so I'm imagining they could at least have picked up some pretty frequently used symbols if not anything advanced like a trainee is learning to use


Everyone starts out in the Wardana Academy in the third if they are Wardana, apprentices, or Regia Guard. If individuals want to legally practice ikonomancy, they have to do it under the eyes of the government, the Regia. That doesn't mean people don't practice it outside of those boundaries but the Wardana and Redia Guard work to stop that.

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Pre-start RP Collab
Koca & Ergen
Current Koca
A memory of past Koca and Ergen
Koca's perspective

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Green eyes peered back at him and he reached out, tips of his fingers disturbing the image, and ripples ruined the face that was in his vision. The face of his brother turned to his face. Those eyes. The eyes they share. A gentle placement of his hand onto his cheek as the reflection matched the actions. “Why do I have to have your eyes?” Sometimes it felt like he could talk to him but he knew it was just a reflection. Deep down he felt like Ergen could hear him. His meek voice began to cloud with sniffling. It has been roughly six years since his brother was stamped a traitor and forever exiled, the Regia Guard wanted to hold the eldest child of the Ilkin family for his betrayal and force him into the Trials.

Ever since that day, many words have crossed the Ilkin family's path. Many words. Comments from his own family pierce the young boy's heart. Heavily. He never understood how to take any of them. Anything that had to do with his older brother was a distant memory but it felt so close and dear. Truly the boy cherished the fading memories that he had of his eldest brother.

Traitors!

Are your other sons going to be failures?

He looks a lot like him.

You have your brother’s eyes, Koca.

You have his face.

Koca’s expression faltered at the fountain and salty liquid began to stain his cheeks. I hate that I miss you so much, ” It wasn’t fair! None of this was fair. Why did he do that to himself? Why did he do that to us? Why did he do that to me? Smearing the clear liquid upon his cheeks, reddening them, and dampening his sleeves. It was upsetting. Every time he looked at his reflection, he was reminded of Ergen. Every time he did something… someone had to comment on how much he was like his older brother. How much he was like him. It was weird to have such a connection with a total stranger.

It was a strange feeling of euphoria and pure sorrow on the last memory he had of Ergen…

A smaller child looked up at his brother with wide green doe eyes and an expression that showed how enthusiastic he was. Ergen was home. “Up! Up! Please up!” Koca was bouncing at the door before it was even opened, and he could remember the light laugh that left his older brother’s lips. The smile crept around the door as it allowed light into the home. Pure bliss. “You do have to let me into the home if you want that,” Ergen nudged the door a little to show that he couldn’t fit through the opening without causing Koca to get pushed over.

The small child hopped over to another tile of the front entrance and the door opened wide. Within seconds, his feet left the ground, and he was swooped up with a padded — thump! —- to follow the action of his brother, who dropped his Academy bag by the entrance. Being held in the arms of someone so strong, Koca wrapped his arms around his brother as best he could. His little hands gripped at the shoulders of that white Wardana shirt. A groan could be heard when Koca put more pressure on his brother’s left shoulder, without missing a beat,

Are you hurt?

Were you waiting here all day for me?

Both of them began to chuckle with very similar smiles. “Don’t mind me. It’s nothing.” Ergen reassured his little brother with a warm smile and caring eyes. Koca responded by nodding his head — letting his brother go about his secretiveness and confirming that he has been waiting by the door all day.

Is that a yes to waiting?” Ergen raised a single brow with a playfulness that crossed his smile and eyes. Such an expressive man. It was hard for him to hide his emotions with such control over his facial expressions yet there was always a blank mystery to the rest of his face.

Koca shifted in his brother's arms as he walked into the other part of the house, “Are you going to teach me another one? An i-i-k-kon.” They were plopped on the couch, and Koca found himself lying in his brother's arms with a yelp of fear but the quick realization that he was perfectly safe and fine. No harm. Ergen stretched out onto the couch while kicking his boots off. “I’m exhausted right now. Can I later?” Ergen whined while letting his head flop to the right side onto a throw pillow off the couch. Shooting up and sitting on his brother's lower chest and upper stomach, Koca’s brows furrowed, “You promised!” The little one protested with such a defeated tone. He promised. He would when he got home.

Ergen sighed with the realization that his brother caught him on his words, “Go get my bag,” Gesturing to what he left by the door and before he even finished his words, weightless, Koca was halfway to the canvas bag by the front door.

Ergen, when did you get home?” A beautiful woman with amber eyes entered the room. She was middle-aged and had smile-enforced wrinkles. Showing a life of happiness while she crossed her arms, her shoulders accompanied by a salmon pink shawl, and Ergen sat up on the couch. “ Just a minute ago or two…” Groaning from the aches of his body. He trained a lot today. Trained a lot of people too. It took a toll on anyone, even the best, even him.

You better not be teaching Koca anything new. He got in trouble last week because of you —” A sigh was let out with a long blink of her eyes, “— I’ll make you some tea. It should help.” Glancing over her shoulder, a mother always knows. She knew what they were up to. Koca was halfway into his brother's bag, digging for all the things he needed to learn something new.

A mischievous grin appeared on Ergen’s face, “I promise, I won’t mother,” That was an instant lie and they both knew it as he forced his weight onto the back of the couch and allowed his one arm to hang limply while watching the older woman disappear around the corner and hearing from down the hall. “Keep your promises, Erie. He’s already in your bag,” Her voice was stern but full of love and understanding. A chuckle could be heard from her eldest son.

Waving his hand from Koca to come to him, “ Come before she changes her mind,” A loud whisper could be heard only between them as Koca pulled the items out of the bag. This caused a few items to fall out and some papers to lightly scatter in the air on the tile floor before finding temporary destinations. Koca ran up to the back of the couch, and Ergen hoisted him up. Getting them into a position where he scooted up to the arm of the couch and found himself in that v-crook between the arm and the back. Koca was on his lap already opening the book with the many ikons his brother had created.

On the very first page, only this could be read. єгﻮєภ'ร ן๏ยгภคɭ ๏Ŧ เк๏ภร. “You cannot open that unless you tell me what that says. Do you remember?” Ergen’s chin rested on his little brother’s head as they both looked into the leather-bound journal.

Koca’s brows furrowed in thought. He knew it was his brother’s language to protect the ikons from others. Only Ergen truly knew what was in the journal and he somewhat knew the code that his brother created. “It’s… Your journal. Ergen’s Journal.” Koca seemed conflicted with saying these words and looked up to his brother who was smiling down at him.

Ergen's Journal of Ikons.

Close enough. Open it up to a page you want to learn about,” Gesturing to the book as Koca begins to flip through the book of secrets and ikons and his brother's mind. Then he found a page. A page he wanted to learn from and pointed at it. That was when the magic began to happen. His eldest brother began to teach him the code of his journal and what the ikon(s) on that page did. Bringing over paper and ikonomancer’s chalk for him to practice and try to properly perform the ikons.

Then an explosion happened. Something went wrong. The whole room was covered in sludge. They were covered in brown to black sludge. It was as cold as mud and as gross a feeling as snot running down your face. It was everywhere. Ergen began to laugh loudly, and his laugh always carried. At first, Koca wanted to cry, but his brother let himself slip into a fit of contagious laughter that he followed. The young boy’s laughs were nervous giggles at first, but they turned into a similar laugh to the one he was hearing.

A shout from the other room could be heard from their mother, “What did you two just do!?” She was far from happy in her tone, but the boys couldn’t stop their laughter as she came into the living room to see it was all covered in an icky, slippery, sludgy material. “You better clean this up,” Her furious tone was directed only at her eldest son, who was covered in the substance. She set down the tea on a side table before shaking her head and walking away.

I will be, mother! I promise!” Ergen called to the woman hoping she could hear him. “You better!” Was the last thing the two boys heard before they began cleaning whatever substance was created on everything.

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Placement


Royal Family
Prince Zavala Zeras

Regia Guard Leader Leonhart Astaros
Regia Guards [1/5]
Godric Argyle

Wardana Captains [08]

Leader of the Rebellion Ergen Ilkin
Rebellion/Activists

StormTouch
Dollface
Alora Lowell
Callina - Cult leader
Melori Astaros - Wife of the Regia Guard leader

Everyone Else
First Ringers
Second Ringers
Third Ringers
Jaina Vann - Apprentice to the leader of the Regia Guard
Fourth Ringers
Faylrie
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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

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Centuries ago the storm was a darkness on the horizon if that, and in current times that same darkness filled the trembling terrors of the citizens of the Nameless City. Everything has been dead quiet for the past month and this has not only put the Wardana on Guard but the Regia, the royal council, and the Regia himself. Naturally, small storm surges happened frequently (difficult to figure out if there was a pattern to the chaos) but they were there unlike the current situation. Nothing for a moon cycle and it was causing everyone’s skin to crawl.

The occurrence was causing prayers from the fourth and third rings to sound more throughout the city while darkness was lit by their ikon-lanterns and it has been the discussion of the second ring. Individuals have been discussing everything and anything. What was happening!? Why were the storm surges delayed and who could possibly remedy this? No one. There was no hope for anyone.

A storm of chaos never shrunk in time and never tried to crawl closer to the center of the city. This should have been considered a time of peace but it was a time of more fear than usual. People were at each other’s necks, surprisingly, the royal council was probably outbursting emotionally the most. A few of the council members were becoming irrational in their thoughts and discussion. Pure devastation. Concern. Sadness. Greed. All the spectrum of emotion could be seen within only a few hours of the council meeting. The Regia, a husk of what the once prince was, had the golden sun-touched eyes of their prestigious god. The Great King. As he spoke, thousands of voices could be heard at once. Children. Men. Women. Everyone as it focused on a booming voice of confidence and reassurance. We will succeed. There were many different missions to figure out why the storm was so still of late but no one could come to a conclusion.

No one has heard the spine-chilling thunderclap-like howls that echoed into the city and bounced against the great stone walls for too long. The fourth was the most shaken when it came to this occurrence. Not one storm surge in a moon cycle must mean they were going to face a giant one… Some individuals could be heard talking throughout the city and explaining that it was more comforting when the beasts were rampaging through the fourth, wrecking buildings, leaving a path of destruction, displacing their families, and shredding their faith. This emptiness was unexplainable for most.

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​꓅ꃄ​​ꑾ ꁹ​​ꋫꂵꑾ꒒ꑾꇘ​​ꇘ ꉓ꒐꓅ꌥ


Dₒ yₒᵤ ₕₑₐᵣ ₘₑ wₕₑₑₚᵢₙg fₒᵣ yₒᵤ? Fₒᵣ ₑᵥₑᵣyₒₙₑ?

ₗₑₜ ₜₕₑ dₐᵣₖₙₑₛₛ bₑcₒₘₑ wₐᵣₘₜₕ...
Wₐᵣₘₜₕ ₜₕₐₜ wᵢₗₗ cₒₘfₒᵣₜ yₒᵤ.
Cₒₘfₒᵣₜ yₒᵤ ᵢₙₜₒ ₑₜₑᵣₙₐₗ ₛₗₑₑₚ

Dₒ yₒᵤ ₜₕᵢₙₖ yₒᵤ cₐₙ ₑₛcₐₚₑ fᵣₒₘ ₘₑ?
Yₒᵤ ₐᵣₑ ₗₒₛₜ wᵢₜₕᵢₙ ₘₑ.
ₗₒₛₜ wᵢₜₕₒᵤₜ ₘₑ.
Dₒ yₒᵤ ₕₑₐᵣ ₘy ₛₒᵣᵣₒw?
Dₒ yₒᵤ cₕₒₒₛₑ ₜₒ ₙₒₜ ₗᵢₛₜₑₙ ₜₒ ₘₑ?
ᵢ bₑg yₒᵤ ₜₒ ₗᵢₛₜₑₙ.
Fᵢₙd cₒₘfₒᵣₜ ᵢₙ ₘₑ.
ₙₒₜₕᵢₙg wᵢₗₗ ₑᵥₑᵣ ₕᵤᵣₜ ₐgₐᵢₙ.
ᵢ ₚᵣₒₘᵢₛₑ.

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From the darkest depths of the curse-ridden storm that surrounds the city to the gracious lights of the heavens upon the central tower, where do you find yourself? The once beautiful city is flooded with chaos from the populous and tension from the royals and the council of the Great King. Each Regia, the physical vessel of the god of light, has been passing earlier and earlier. The last Regia known passed away at a mere glance of fifty.

The city is centuries old, and the storm is older than that. Once the city was proud with seven rings and valleys and foundations past the seventh wall. Now the city finds the encroaching darkness from the storm past the wall that separated the fifth and fourth rings. Roughly ten years ago a storm surge that was seen like no other consumed the fifth and shadowed beats, storm beasts, rampaged through the Wardana and Regia Guard’s defenses. A handful of Wardana were lost. The population of the fifth was immense though the fourth’s population only increased by double if that.

Everyone in the kingdom, especially the outer two rings, the fourth and the third pray to the Great King. The god of light. The savior of the city is to protect them from the storm surges and to keep them safe from the storm's touch. After the last major storm surge took over the fifth ring, prayers were not enough for people, and a revolution blossomed like a beautiful lotus flower. A flower of fiery power. A power that the royals and the council fear. A threat that the first and second rings want to squash out like the butt of a finished cigarette. It leaves a sour taste in their mouths.

Where does your story begin?

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Each ring of the city is an ancient stone wall that was built before anyone in any part of the city was born. They are hundreds of feet high and about a few hundred feet thick. Starting from the central ring and going to the outer rings, you have to pass through large iron-enforced gates that spiral down cracked stone stairs. Riddled with guards that will pull you aside and question you at any moment if you are unlucky.

All seven rings stood strongly and miles upon miles away from the storm but each year the storm encroaches. No one ever thought that it was an issue. That they needed a solution till the seventh ring itself was consumed by the storm beasts and darkness.

There were seven rings, and each ring had a purpose. The seventh was the ring that allowed protected farmlands and waterways to develop around the city. The ring supplied the most food and safe drinking water while holding the most livestock and animals of the nameless city.

The sixth ring was a production ring, everything from the seventh ring was sent to this ring to go through protection by specialized ikonomancers. The industrial ring they called it. It had the second-largest population out of all the rings.

As the storm consumed the seventh and the sixth, everyone that survived each consumption was forced into the rings that were closer to the center ring. The central ring or the first ring, is the home of the Regia, the beautiful leader of the city. The leader sacrifices their body for the Great King to have a physical vessel. The leader that most look up to. They pray to.





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🆃🅷🅴 🅼🅰🅶🅸🅲 🅾🅵 🆃🅷🅴 🆆🅾🆁🅻🅳
ɪᴋᴏɴᴏᴍᴀɴᴄʏ & ɪᴋᴏɴs

The magic of this world comes from what is known as Ikons. These are basic geometric symbols to complex multi-symboled systems to fix, create, build, heal, and destroy. Most people specialize in certain ikons and practice harnessing the abilities of ikonomancy from the Wardana Academy in the third ring. The majority of individuals do not know how to actually form ikons or create new ones but they are easy for non-ikon-influenced individuals to use.

Unauthorized ikonomancy especially in the lower rings is frowned upon and can get one in trouble with the Wardana or the Regia guard themselves. Third ringers and above are allowed to use ikons and ikonomancy for leisure, unlike the lowest ring inhabitants. They are able to use ikons in bakeries and other areas to help improve morale and create new beautiful works.

First and second-ringers automatically begin learning about ikons and attempting ikonomancy in their younger years because of the education they receive. Third-ringers do not get that as much but they have access depending on how wealthy their family is. Fourth ringers are only able to get their ikons from the gray market or unauthorized learnings such as generational hammy downs.

There are ikons for almost everything and if they do not have them, someone is trying to figure out a new one, and so on. There are ikons used in bakeries to make pastries like sugar doves fly and edible roses to form when a cookie is broken with that specific jelly and ikon carved into it.

An ikon to tie shoes when you put them on.

To run bath water and heat it up instead of doing it manually on the stove.

Ikons for battle. Offensive and defensive.

Fourth ringers are only allowed to use ikons that are already established and even sometimes are not allowed to do that. Depending on if they are secret passages into other rings and so on. Not all passages are known. It’s only a problem when you are caught!

Ikonomancy is a very versatile magic and is quite hard to master. People who are naturally born with the understanding or seem to have an easier time learning tend to be herded into the Wardana Academy though can choose to not go and not learn about Ikons. Most would see that as a foolish thing especially if you come from the lower rings. Anyone from any ring is allowed to go to the Wardana Academy even if it is harder for fourth ringers to present their case or have already established Wardana take them as apprentices.

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

The revolution was brought to light before the sixth ring fell victim to the storm and has continued to have stragglers stay a part of it till current times. In the past decade, it seems to have become a rising threat to the higher rings, especially towards the first ring that holds the Regia, the Regia guard, and the third ring that houses the Wardana.

Most of the revolutionists come from the fifth, fourth, and third rings. After the surge that took the fifth ring happened over a decade ago, the revolution seemed to gather more followers. More people believe that the “Great King” is the god to blame for their suffering, their loss, and everything evil that happens in the world. If he was so great, why wouldn’t he stop the storm? Why wouldn’t he change things for the better? The Great King in their eyes is a failure who has allowed suffering to go on too long because of his selfishness.

Everyone that is a part of the revolution and is caught stands trial. The majority of individuals who go through the trials do not live yet there are a few. Mainly stories. Folk tales. Living through the trials is a rarity. They have not had a trial going on in about half a decade though the Regia Guard are trying their best to find the leader(s) of the revolution and put them to trial.

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𝔽𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖-ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪

I use the term “sandbox” role-play very loosely since this is not a choose-your-own story but is to a point. There are things happening in the bigger picture for this whole idea. Some character(s) will have more influence than others. No matter what you are, fourth ringer to first ringer, your character(s) decisions will influence the story in some way. Somehow. Decisions have consequences no matter how small they are.

Character-wise, you have the freedom to go for whatever you want. Currently, there are no restrictions though there are recommendations for some character(s) who will have more difficulties because of rings and so on. It creates difficulties and causes people to have creative ways of jumping over those hoops and hopefully not getting caught by the Regia Guard or Wardana!

At the beginning of this role-play, everything is in chaos or at least everything to do with the royal family, Regia, Regia Guard, and the royal council is in chaos. The higher-ups in the kingdom are trying to figure out solutions because the storm surge past the fourth wall has shaken everyone.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

The slots that have an unlimited amount of access to anyone are inhabitants of the fourth - second ring and apprentices or academic students of the Wardana Academy. There is no cap on characters for an individual player as well. I will probably have quite a few character(s) that are not NPCs running around.

Character(s) positions that are capped are the Royal family, the Regia, the Regia Guard, and the Wardana.

- No character under the age of twenty-five will be allowed to be a Regia Guard.
- Characters that are apprentices of the Regia guard have to have at least two to four years of the academy under their belt and be the highest in their ranks
- No character under the age of fourteen can apply and participate in the Wardana Academy
- Wardana leaders typically are late teens to late forties in age

- Regia is a position that will most likely be filled by an NPC unless an individual makes a great claim as to why they want this position for it is not very active. The Regia is a lifeless husk because the Great King (who is an NPC) speaks through them and uses their physical form which makes it very difficult to write and I will not allow this to be anything above a secondary character for anyone.
- Regia Guard are individuals that protect the Regia and step on the bounds of morals when it comes to protecting the city and hushing the revolutionists and not caring for the storm touched. There are only six slots opened for the Regia Guard including the leader. These are individuals who have excelled during their academics, were Wardana (leaders or not), and were able to become apprentices to the Regia Guard. The Regia Guard are only allowed to take on one apprentice to replace them except for the leader who is able to take on two.

[0/6] Regia Guard slots are taken.

- Wardana Leaders are a part of the Wardana Academy and tend to work as trainers. Wardana leaders are able to have up to five apprentices under them. There are eight slots for Wardana leaders in the symbolization of cardinal and intermediate directions. One for each to protect the city and the people against storm surges and storm beasts.

[0/8] Wardana Leaders slots are taken.

Wardana leaders have to have at least one apprentice under them at all times.

- Storm Touch character(s) are individuals who are touched by the storm. Storm beasts however do not cause curses to happen. The storm herself causes curses to befall individuals and generational curses happen as well. If a character is touched by the storm, they will develop a curse. That curse can be practically anything. Snakes for hair. Owl characteristics. Rock skin that slowly consumes the body. Cat-like features. Anything. Nothing is considered fortunate when touched by the storm. The individual becomes ineligible for rations and the majority of people fear them.


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This Role-play is inspired by the "Darkening" book by Sunya Mara. There will be no canon character(s) apart from this role-play. All original character(s).
Count me interested! I might have an idea but, I’ll think it through and see what I can come up with.


Sounds good to me! If you have any questions you can DM me on here or discord or join the public discord. I'll help discuss out ideas as well if needed.
Might be interested. I have this vague idea of a character born out of wed lock by a woman in one of the high ranking families. Maybe the mother of this character had relations with someone in the Third. In any case, the birth was kept secret, and the mother, or someone else in the family, ordered a loyalist under her to give the baby to the storm. (the idea here that this loyalist would have to walk into the storm himself to give the babe.)

Ultimately the loyalist couldn't bring themself to do that to a baby but curses themselves to keep up appearances. They then raise the baby as one of the storm touched and scars the baby's face and body with searing metal to make the baby appear as storm touched.

What I'm thinking is that this Loyalist knew Ikonomancy and taught it to the child in secret, maybe taking the child to the fifth ring during training or something, assuming that is possible. In any case child is grown up now. Knows they were abandoned. Is pissed off, and wants to kill their mother for abandoning them.

I'm also playing around with the idea of starting the character off by having them steal some Wardana armor during the day that the fourth ringers get access to the third.

Just some thoughts I'm having :)

(Side note: My time may be limited as might my ability to log onto the site often (I'm a father). If this RP takes off and I join, any chance that you will start a discord so that I can be notified of when people are planning to post)


Wild things happen in life, and I could definitely see upper ringers having affairs and things going wrong with lower ringers. If one walks into the storm, they most likely are not coming out, and was probably a good idea that they didn't take themselves or the baby in the storm!

Being storm-touched is always a curse since you would not be considered human/eligible for rations anymore! You would only be accepted in the fourth ring and would probably live in a house full of other storm-touched individuals. For the concept of burning the child's face. Physical scars versus actual curses from the storm touch are different, especially by keen and educated eyes.
The individual could have taken the baby to the Gray Market and had a face changer change their face instead of being so gruesome, but the creative liberty is up to you! Just throwing a few more ideas in the pot for you.

Do not worry about life obligations! This will be a slow-burn RP that allows people to come and go. A reason I loosely use the term sandbox and flexible. For the idea about the character knowing ikonomancy and ikons. They can. You will have to explain in the story to the character why they know it and if they learned from actual reliable sources like going through the Academy. Did they retire? Did they desert the Academy? So on.
Being in the fourth ring and practicing Ikonomancy and using unregulated ikons in that area is very dangerous so they definitely would have to be on the cautious side of things! The Wardana and Regia Guard do not like "filth" knowing more than they should.

Your character can always attempt to steal from the Wardana Academy but that is a lot of planning and work! It's possible. They would have to plan and figure out how to get to the highest point of the third ring where the Academy lies. Get in and out without setting off any alarms and so on. You will figure that out!
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