Traitor

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"It certainly isn't." Elizabeth answered Wiser with a triumphant smirk that seemed to say "Now it is." in response to Veilis defensive comment. After taking in the weapon for a long moment, she finally scrutinized its carrier properly. Despite giving in to Weisers logic, he made for a promising subject, she thought. People like this don't just stop violating the rules, no matter how much they endeavored. It's something you're born with, she was convinced. Something that makes you attract disaster like a magnet. On top of all, this one looked well able to hit back, a welcome change from all the spineless magic addicts.

She directed a friendly nod to the Headmaster, both serving as a late greeting and implying that she can take it from here, assuming the old man had more pressing matters to deal with, before turning her full attention back to the suspicious looking sword-bearer. While he was of course right about her being a part-time guard, she looked nothing like it. Far from it. A long-sleeved, worn out cloth shirt that used to have more than one arm before the right one got ripped off in an 'accident' already destroyed that illusion, as did two metallic objects piercing her left ear and a nose stud testifying that she spent way too much time in a certain tower.
"So..." she began in her sweetest, most obviously fake tone, "...how can I be of service? Do you need help carrying that?". Lizz looked eager to get her hands on the blade in question, a little too eager, ulterior motives written clearly across her face. She had a long history of 'relationships' with swords, but none of them lasted very long...for one reason or another.

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I don't know what your OOC looks like, but this is how I see mine...

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...this OOC is out of control. Every time I move from home to work or vice versa, you guys manage to add another 14 pages. PAGES!

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Zombehs said
“Yes I’m skirting the rules,”

...was the spark that set Elizabeth in motion earlier than planned. This kind of excuse was one of the most promising things anybody could say, right up there with "I know what I'm doing is wrong, but" and "So? What are you gonna do about it?". What made it even sweeter was the subsequent "but" and the fact that the guy had 'trouble' written all over his face. She approached the small circle of bystanders, effortlessly made her way inside it - as some of the non-freshmen backed out of her way and dragged nearby first-timers with them - and looked from the Headmasters face to the redheads 'merchandise'. The sight of the latter brought the sweetest, most eager grin to her face. The girl respectfully waited for Wiser to finish his little sermon, before striking the sweetest smile, asking
"Would there happen to be a problem, here?"
To nobody in specific. Well, quite obviously the Headmaster was the most privileged to answer, but she didn't exactly get her eyes off the sword Veili was carrying. She was mentally creacking her knuckles already, which was semi-visible really, but it would have been a little too on the nose to physically do, she thought.

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...yeah I think I just lost all hope to ever come up with an original idea again. Apparently literally everything has been done somewhere, somewhen before. Oh well, if I'm already guilty of telepathic idea theft, I might as well snag a quote or two from there. I love the one about walls.

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Not far from the little show the headmaster was putting up a tall, pink-haired girl casually leaned against a wall, looking at the confused and amazed crowd with an amused expression. "If that's enough to surprise the newbies nowadays, they'll have a shocking time here..." she thought to herself, yet speaking it out at a regular volume, as if to confirm her own train of thought. Elizabeth flipped what looked like a shining, metallic coin-shaped object and caught it with the same hand, still looking at the growing crowd of people. Why did she come here again, she wondered for half a second. She wasn't on duty, sadly, so there was neither a particularly good reason to waste time around here nor a particularly good chance to start something fun.
Oh, right. She remembered that the tower would remain closed until after the welcoming ceremonial nonsense for the freshlings, that she was bored out of her mind and came here to check out the new faces. While there were quite a bunch, none of them really caught her eye. "Boring.", the girl proclaimed after a while of looking and mustering.

Now the quiet time was over again. This was both blessing and curse, as Liza enjoyed having most of the Academy for herself during summer, but also couldn't stand the quiet any longer. There's only so much satisfaction to get out of metal hitting metal and she even kind of missed just hanging out around the scared first timers. Her schedule didn't change much from the last weeks, save for the added shifts of being a part-time guardian, which was another little something she was looking forward to. Theory class sucked but at everyone had to put up with it, and since it was Automancy she'd probably somehow make it through. She was still unsure wether or not to sign up for some Outsorcery courses, with a strong tendency to no. She flipped her 'coin' one last time before stowing it away in a pocket and crossing her arms, waiting for the waves of students pouring in to diminish.

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Maybe less of a coincident than you think. I picked the portrait to match my idea and that girl virtually shouted "I hit people harder than anyone else you'll find" at me.

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Shifter_Master said
Also traitor do you by chance play league of legends?

Not that I'm aware of. The picture I used, minus minor edits, might be from there though.

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Well excuse me for not sharing every single one Lizz has tinkered together! ...no actually that last part was to be taken with a bit of humor.
Thanks for having me anyway!

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super on-time character sheet for Elizabeth Seyes

Name: Elizabeth Seyes
Gender: Female
Age: 19 (Student)
Appearance:
Additionally, I'm gonna mention that you can visibly see she's handling weighty things day in, day out from looking at her arms. Also, there's more than one scar on there - some not visible publically - along with a tattoo ranging from her shoulder almost all the way down to her left hand, most of which she made herself.

Personality: Eliza is a misfit gone lawful. She does have slight problems with authority, but manages to behave around the right people, mostly because she's trying to avoid trouble. Her striking appearance comes with similar character traits, as she's loud, moody and about as empathetic as a jackhammer. She doesn't think twice before commenting and usually speaks her mind regardless of repercussions, if it doesn't clash with the staying-out-of-trouble goal of hers. In a world of magic, bodily violence is about as useful as a knife at a gunfight, but that never stopped Lizz from breaking someones nose. It's not so much that she's 'willing' to restort to violence, as 'eager' would be the more fitting word. She's easily agitated too, sub-optimal conditions for making friends. However, people are usually rather nice to her, since being on her bad side is a condition of the highest inconvenience. And in the unlikely case of a fistfight occuring somewhere near you, it'd be a very, very bad idea. As long as people don't give her a reason to hit them in the face, she's reasonably sociable, even helpful and protective of others. Also to be mentioned is her dominating habit of damaging her surroundings, not always consciously. In the big picture, that leads to a lot of superficial friendships and no lasting ones, since behind the friendly demeanor, most are afraid of the violent girl.

Abilities: Elizabeth is not necessarily the best at theoretical disciplines, or studying in general. Neither is she very able to sense magic, create amazing things or manipulate others with it. 'Applied training' is what she'd call her field of expertise. She spends most of her day practicing, developing and experimenting with her ability to make all kinds of metal behave at her will, as well as coming up with new things to force upon her working materials. And she likes to do that wherever she currently is, so seeing her with a welding tool etching runes into some hunk of metal in the middle of a peacefully quiet park is not unheard of. Beyond that she's been experimenting with some minor Outsorcery to make her punches hit slightly harder, but she wouldn't ever admit 'cheating' like that.

Studying: A heavy focus on Automancy. Secretly Outsorcery, but without officially being enrolled to it.

Interests: Punching people; criminal activity - because they allow her to legally beat others up; noise - from a hard, metallic CLINK to explosions to loud music; surfing - there's a good explanation for this one that I won't give away here

Dislikes: Boring people; uniformity; theoretical classes;
Biography: Elizabeth grew up in a boring, small village in the house of her uncle, who happened to be the owner of a glorified scrapyard. Her parents died early enough so she didn't have to mourn, but thus her magical heritage remained undiscovered until much later. Until she was around 14 and flattened half of her guardians house in a pubertal tantrum, to be precise. This event led to her 'voluntary' enrollment into the Academy, where she kept on living a life of destruction, delinquency and being scolded - but now people finally supported one half of her violent penchants.
After a while people ran out of patience with the girl and placed her under the obligation to support the guard personnel at regular intervals, whenever bigger events occured, festivals were had and such. This turned out to be a complete win/win operation, as Lizz was now able to legally represent the law - a roundabout way to say 'start (and end) a brawl' - and clean her severely stained slate, while her mere presence at such occasions inhibits disturbances greatly.
This way an unusual but reasonably stable balance was established and Eliza stays out of the worst so she can keep her part-time job. The metal tower has become a second, more enjoyable home for her where she conducts various practical studies and experiments to eventually finally somehow cheat her way through to a late graduation. Because studying sucks!

Equipment: A self-developed, magical welding device, a complementing pair of darkened, needlessly oversized welding goggles, multiple differently sized and shaped pieces of metal and two unbeatable arguments.

Extra Information: Her uncle is gladly paying all Academy fees if that means she'll stay far away from his lawn, and her little side job is actually paying off a bit as well, so there's that covered. Elizabeth has various, strong opinions on the many possible abbreviations and nicknames that can be constructed from her full name. She also recently stopped smoking.