Ypnosi

Tales of Anvellor

@ShiningSector
Also inside of the Silver Piglet, the door opens, a short Halfbeast meandering in to look around emotionlessly. With a faint sigh, she looked around, noticing what appeared to be a mage calling for another round. Silently considering her options, the girl shook her head, ears twitching slightly, sitting down not at the same table as her, but rather at the nearest table. As the waitress stepped over to refill Victoria's drink with a friendly smile, the halfbeast leaned over to gently tap on her arm, sending a shiver down the waitress spine at the cold touch of the leather gloves, stating calmly "Excuse me, could you get me a glass of water?" She handed the waitress a few crusted over coins, and the waitress blinked, then smiled and nodded. "Of course! Just let me handle her, sweetie."

The waitress filled up Victoria's glass with a fresh round of ale, careful to avoid spilling over what Victoria was writing on, before meandering over, returning shortly with a glass of water for the halfbeast, who took it with a faint smile. Saying nothing, the halfbeast merely studied Victoria's map, and the paragraphs of text. She honestly didn't seem to be doing much, just out of range of her aura affecting Victoria.

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Aelich

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@Guy0fV4lor

Aelich smirked faintly as she eyed the man, noble, looked like, and a charlie at that. Taking a breath, her strange accent certainly set her apart from most 'commoners', and it was quite unplaceable, seeing as she was the only living person with said accent. Tone falsely sweet, she tilted her head, glare quite venomous, in contrast to how cheerfully she stated "Well, if your lord Baron would look around his humble abodes, he would see that there is indeed a room for him. Provided, of course, he would be satisfied with staying in one room. Should he spread to the other... well, your lordship might not find his private room as private as it could be otherwise." A most certainly sarcastic fluttering of eyebrows, Aelich's sharp gaze never leaving Baron's.

"As to introductions, since my lord Baron refuses to give me his name, I'll offer you the same kindness. You, Baron, may refer to me as Honored Elder, a title befitting my wisdom and experience in the concepts of life and soul." A grimace and a shake of the head, dropping the cheerful mask, and twisting her expression darkly. Stuck up noble. Holding Daddy's estates didn't give you earned power, you were born to it. She, on the other hand, had grasped power from nothing, formed it through sheer stubborn will and persistence, to pass beyond death itself.

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Aelich

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@Guy0fV4lor

Aelich blinked, broken from her reverie by the sound of another entering the room. Ah, yes, roommate. A rather rude one too. Squat? She was clearly standing here. Straightening her back, Aelich turned to examine the man for a few moments. Hm, seemed elegant enough, spectacles... but that attitude was another thing. Pausing for a moment, she spoke, with a rather curious accent on her speech. "I could say the same to you, but unlike you, I made the assumption that a large room with two separate bedrooms would indeed support two people." Aelich gave him a smile, dripping with exaggerated cheer.

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Aelich

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Aelich meandered about absently for a few minutes, not having bothered going to the party, instead carrying a little slip of paper. Azalea... Azalea...

...

That is a series of tunnels. Eh, whatever. It's not like she cared too much. To think that they had regressed to more sophisticated cave people, however... perhaps it was a quirk of the school? Either way, standing out here thinking wasn't going to get anything done. Aelich took her rather meager collection of belongings, which essentially consisted of a few pairs of clothes and a thick, but surprisingly crisp journal, walking in.

It wasn't terribly long before she found room A0, and stepped in, tilting her head, then smiling at the wide array of foreign devices before her. Now these would be interesting... exploring the room, Aelich just sort of tossed her belongings into an empty corner, fiddling and just sort of poking the mechanical contraptions. Such strange... things, made of metal and... more metal. And also more metal. She supposed it was a rather sturdy material.

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A lich?

Name / Nickname: Aelicherenordiana. Usually calls herself Aelich for brevity.

Age: Though her body is about 17 years old, her soul is far, far older, likely predating anyone alive.

Gender: Female

Nationality: A now dead nation, part of what is currently the Imperial Legion.

Appearance:

Species: Human. Technically speaking, a lich. Rather than your normal lich though, her body is very much alive and thriving, and she has no need of such a silly thing as a phylactery, her spirit merely forcing itself back into her body to revive.

Physical Abilities / Skills: Her body regenerates very quickly as a result of her prowess. Outside of that, she has manipulated it to barely require sustenance, metabolism perfectly efficient.

Magical Style: She supposes she's technically a necromancer, but she prefers the term soul manipulator. Using a bit of magic and her fingers, she can remotely control dead matter like a puppeteer, though she rarely uses that. Rather, she tends to prefer to mess around with souls and the bodies that hold them, able to use any part of her body that is 'her', from touch to breath, to grant her control over a particular soul. This has a number of perks, ranging from being able to pull the soul out of the body (which she rarely does), to reviving the dead with no ill side effects, outside of perhaps some hunger. For normal food. Not brains.

Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Easily her biggest hobby is the manipulation and mastery of life, interested in anything that can improve the experience of life as a whole. Outside of that, she's fascinated with modern technology and magical advancements, claiming that beginner tricks were among the most complex spells in her time.

Why are they enrolled in Fae Creek Academy?: She heard that this school was among both the most dangerous, and easiest to get into, and figured its as fine a place as any to get into modern society. At the moment, she's trying to lay low and not draw attention from any major sources of power until she knows what the modern world is like

Personality: Her goals all wrap around to the central pursuit of knowledge about magic, although for her personally this prioritizes life, and how to improve it. That said, while she is ultimately benevolent, she is most certainly arrogant in her own prowess, and confident in her ability to revive herself, she's also most certainly not nice about her abilities, typically lecturing those she just revived about their mistakes, and having no sympathy for criminals, advocating that she should just liberate their souls from their bodies to make room for those who deserve life.

Backstory: Interestingly, it wasn't her parents that were killed. Centuries ago, potentially longer, Aelich studied healing magic, and expanded in it to the point of being able to harness the soul itself, both as an energy source, and as a tool of life. While this did take nearly her entire natural life span, none of that time shows since, due to her mastery, she simply rejuvenated her body back to a younger point. Introducing herself as Aelich, eventually she decided to simply stop thinking for a time, and allow time to pass, to see how society progressed. Over time, the rumors of Aelich cycled through the magical circles, coining the term Lich, though none could quite succeed with the mastery she had, requiring a vessel to house their souls while their imperfect revival typically left the newly coined Liches lacking true life. That said, her self imposed stasis did last longer than she intended...

General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Primarily interested in both history and technology, although it will take her some time to adjust to the differences in languages.

A girl

Name / Nickname: ???
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Nationality: Imperial Federation, though you'd never tell just by looking to her.

Appearance: To start with, her eyes are vastly different. Her left is not white, but instead a dark grey, with her pupil containing a miniscule magic circle, and her iris being a normal green. Her right eye, meanwhile, is normal white, and has a normal pupil, but the iris tends to shift randomly in color, tending towards orange typically.
Her complexion is clear, and her teeth seem to be an odd mix of both carnivorous and herbivorous at once, being flat but having a sharp tip near the center of each tooth.
She seems to be wearing worn down, dirty clothing.
Her skin, while pale, tans easily, but does not burn easily. Her hair is down at about neck length. Her hair color is... interesting, as each particular strand of hair is its own random color, giving her quite a unique appearance.

Species: ???
Physical Abilities / Skills: Climbing, apparently.

Magical Style: ???
Magical Quirks: Seems to cast her spells using her hands.
Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: She seems to have a cantrip or two up her sleeve, but who knows what else?

Why are they enrolled in Fae Creek Academy?: Enrolled? She snuck in, looking for food, and perhaps something more...
Personality: Sneaky?
Backstory: ???
General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: ???

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@Ypnosi Does soul control work on the living? Mind control needs player consent if it comes into play, okay? Anyway, the regeneration ability is interesting, will come handy I bet :P

@Zinita

Soul control does work on the living, but she absolutely abhors taking control of others souls unless they specifically ask for something (so IC consent would be required), or if, in her mind, they are deemed unworthy of having a soul (ie, serial killers and the like. Just being an idiot is okay, though she will lecture them if they accidentally kill someone.)
And yes, regeneration! Very useful. Also some quick revives for others too :P

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A lich?

Name / Nickname: Aelicherenordiana. Usually calls herself Aelich for brevity.

Age: Though her body is about 17 years old, her soul is far, far older, likely predating anyone alive.

Gender: Female

Nationality: A now dead nation, part of what is currently the Imperial Legion.

Appearance:

Species: Human. Technically speaking, a lich. Rather than your normal lich though, her body is very much alive and thriving, and she has no need of such a silly thing as a phylactery, her spirit merely forcing itself back into her body to revive.

Physical Abilities / Skills: Her body regenerates very quickly as a result of her prowess. Outside of that, she has manipulated it to barely require sustenance, metabolism perfectly efficient.

Magical Style: She supposes she's technically a necromancer, but she prefers the term soul manipulator. Using a bit of magic and her fingers, she can remotely control dead matter like a puppeteer, though she rarely uses that. Rather, she tends to prefer to mess around with souls and the bodies that hold them, able to use any part of her body that is 'her', from touch to breath, to grant her control over a particular soul. This has a number of perks, ranging from being able to pull the soul out of the body (which she rarely does), to reviving the dead with no ill side effects, outside of perhaps some hunger. For normal food. Not brains.

Magical Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Easily her biggest hobby is the manipulation and mastery of life, interested in anything that can improve the experience of life as a whole. Outside of that, she's fascinated with modern technology and magical advancements, claiming that beginner tricks were among the most complex spells in her time.

Why are they enrolled in Fae Creek Academy?: She heard that this school was among both the most dangerous, and easiest to get into, and figured its as fine a place as any to get into modern society. At the moment, she's trying to lay low and not draw attention from any major sources of power until she knows what the modern world is like

Personality: Her goals all wrap around to the central pursuit of knowledge about magic, although for her personally this prioritizes life, and how to improve it. That said, while she is ultimately benevolent, she is most certainly arrogant in her own prowess, and confident in her ability to revive herself, she's also most certainly not nice about her abilities, typically lecturing those she just revived about their mistakes, and having no sympathy for criminals, advocating that she should just liberate their souls from their bodies to make room for those who deserve life.

Backstory: Interestingly, it wasn't her parents that were killed. Centuries ago, potentially longer, Aelich studied healing magic, and expanded in it to the point of being able to harness the soul itself, both as an energy source, and as a tool of life. While this did take nearly her entire natural life span, none of that time shows since, due to her mastery, she simply rejuvenated her body back to a younger point. Introducing herself as Aelich, eventually she decided to simply stop thinking for a time, and allow time to pass, to see how society progressed. Over time, the rumors of Aelich cycled through the magical circles, coining the term Lich, though none could quite succeed with the mastery she had, requiring a vessel to house their souls while their imperfect revival typically left the newly coined Liches lacking true life. That said, her self imposed stasis did last longer than she intended...

General Skills, Hobbies and Interests: Primarily interested in both history and technology, although it will take her some time to adjust to the differences in languages.

Interview or something

The admissions officer sighed at the last paper on the stack, of course, this one only applied after they had started the party, but looking over the admission, he had to admit, it was a bit... strange, and if true, it could save them some valuable resources running those stupid expensive revival pods from all of the troublemakers this year. The door creaked open, the somewhat young girl (though about as old as the rest of the people, really) stepping in and sitting down across from him, seeming quite composed, and faintly smiling.

"So... let me get this straight, you specialize in the manipulation of the soul?" He stated slowly, to which the girl nodded, speaking slowly, an unplaceable accent on her speech. "Indeed. If you would like, I have a demonstration ready."

The officer paused at that, taking a moment to parse her speech, before shaking his head. "Ah... not immediately. I have a few questions. Your name is... A-lich-air-a-nor-die-ana?" "Close. Dee-ana, not die-ana. Also you can just call me Aelich." The girl nodded. "And your homeland is... 'The oldest historian wouldn't recognize the name'?" "From what I know, yes. I've checked up on a few old maps, and the oldest one is a few hundred years off."

The officer paused once more, shaking his head. This was a strange admission, he must admit... "So you're... what, a thousand years old?" He chuckled. "I'm not entirely sure. I've been napping for... a while." She frowns, then shrugs, grinning. "Right... so you can revive people from death?" "Up to a year! After that, I need to actually ask their permission." Aelich grins, and the admissions officer lets out a soft sigh. "Alright... I think I already have a roommate in mind for you... Although, why did you choose this school?" He asked almost incredulously. If this was all true, then surely she could go to a better school...

Aelich shrugged "Well, I heard a few rumors, and figured you'd take just about anyone, so I could use you to figure out what all has changed. And, uh... a lot has changed, really." Aelich winced, and the admissions officer did as well, though for a completely different reason. That was true... Well, she would probably make up the losses of having her as a student, by meaning they didn't have to pay to use the resurrection pods when some idiot ends up making a fatal mistake... "Fine. Then... consider yourself accepted. Although, I do want to see this so... and you're gone already."

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Hider

Name: Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.

Gender: Female

Species: Snow Spirit, previously descended from a halfbeast (cat).

Age: Appears to be in her mid twenties or so. Actual age unknown.

Nationality: A bit of a wanderer, though her current life started high up in the mountains of Isilra

Appearance:

Equipment: She wears a mixture of fur and leather armor, frosted over, lending it to just a bit more impact compensation than typical, although anyone who examines the armor would find that it's clearly not been well maintained for years, though it isn't breaking down either, frozen in moderate wear.
In terms of weaponry, she carries a heavy metal greatsword, and a small steel shield. Though she can wield them with either hand, she tends to prefer to wield the shield in her left hand, and sword in her right.
Greatsword: Once a well maintained and sharpened weapon, it has since been encased in several inches of ice, leading to it losing a bit of its edge. Still just as heavy (heavier, actually) than it was, though the nature of the icy shell encasing it lends to the weapon being more of a heavy club than a sword.
Shield: Nothing really to speak of, like the sword, it has since been encased in ice, which does protect the shield from wearing down over time. Primarily used to deflect blows, given that the small size doesn't lead to absorbing blows particularly well.
She also holds a shattered pendant around her neck, only one large piece of the previous design visible, which holds a strange warmth contrasting the rest of her.

Abilities:
Physical: As a snow spirit, she does have a somewhat otherwordly strength, allowing her to wield her greatsword easily in one hand. She does have resistance to the ill effects of being in cold environments, but she can feel every second of it, leading to a rather miserable existence. Her senses have been dulled, leading to her being nearly unable to taste or smell, while her touch is numb from the constant cold that surrounds her. While her hearing has been dulled, her nature as a Halfbeast still leads to it being slightly sharper than a normal humans. Unique among snow spirits due to strange circumstances surrounding her death, she is able to move freely around the world, though this comes at the cost of being unable to float, and she does require food and water, albeit at a much lower rate than most mortals. Additionally, while her body is resistant to damage from constant exposure to bone-chilling temperatures, she can still be hurt as usual, and nonmagical healing is rather slow, unless she has a source of snow or ice, which can be used to speed the process.
Magical: Though in life she had no skill with magic, nor a large enough Mana Heart to use magecraft, her nature does bring with it...
Isilra's Chill: In a sphere around her, about five feet in radius, there is a constant chill in the air, slowly freezing things that remain around her too closely, leading to objects sometimes being covered in a thin layer of frost when she leaves. This chill is certainly below freezing, approximately 0°F (-18°C), and absolutely constant, remaining that precise temperature whether atop the highest mountaintop, or in the heart of a volcano. This aura does not, however, protect her in the slightest from any fire, only slightly weakening it before it would reach her, and she holds a certain fascination with the warmth of the fire, and its flickering motions.

Backstory: While the events before her death are an unknown to her, the events afterwards are not particularly interesting, mostly wandering aimlessly around Isilra for years, before eventually happening upon a raiding nation of humans, living with them for a few years, never taking on an identity, but learning of how the world has changed, and heading to the south, to explore, and potentially find... why she had lived. Who she had been before. Or perhaps even discover secrets before even her.

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@ShiningSector Fixed, thanks.

@Infinite Cosmos Perhaps? That said, Isilra is also a big place, and fairly dangerous travel, so odds of just randomly running across each other are pretty low.

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Well, I don't have any fancy formatting like that other guy, but I do have a sheet!

Hider

Name: Unknown. Perhaps she had one at one point, but it is lost to time.

Gender: Female

Species: Snow Spirit, previously descended from a halfbeast (cat).

Age: Appears to be in her mid twenties or so. Actual age unknown.

Nationality: A bit of a wanderer, though her current life started high up in the mountains of Isilra

Appearance:

Equipment: She wears a mixture of fur and leather armor, frosted over, lending it to just a bit more impact compensation than typical, although anyone who examines the armor would find that it's clearly not been well maintained for years, though it isn't breaking down either, frozen in moderate wear.
In terms of weaponry, she carries a heavy metal greatsword, and a small steel shield. Though she can wield them with either hand, she tends to prefer to wield the shield in her left hand, and sword in her right.
Greatsword: Once a well maintained and sharpened weapon, it has since been encased in several inches of ice, leading to it losing a bit of its edge. Still just as heavy (heavier, actually) than it was, though the nature of the icy shell encasing it lends to the weapon being more of a heavy club than a sword.
Shield: Nothing really to speak of, like the sword, it has since been encased in ice, which does protect the shield from wearing down over time. Primarily used to deflect blows, given that the small size doesn't lead to absorbing blows particularly well.
She also holds a shattered pendant around her neck, only one large piece of the previous design visible, which holds a strange warmth contrasting the rest of her.

Abilities:
Physical: As a snow spirit, she does have a somewhat otherwordly strength, allowing her to wield her greatsword easily in one hand. She does have resistance to the ill effects of being in cold environments, but she can feel every second of it, leading to a rather miserable existence. Her senses have been dulled, leading to her being nearly unable to taste or smell, while her touch is numb from the constant cold that surrounds her. While her hearing has been dulled, her nature as a Halfbeast still leads to it being slightly sharper than a normal humans. Unique among snow spirits due to strange circumstances surrounding her death, she is able to move freely around the world, though this comes at the cost of being unable to float, and she does require food and water, albeit at a much lower rate than most mortals. Additionally, while her body is resistant to damage from constant exposure to bone-chilling temperatures, she can still be hurt as usual, and nonmagical healing is rather slow, unless she has a source of snow or ice, which can be used to speed the process.
Magical: Though in life she had no skill with magic, nor a large enough Mana Heart to use magecraft, her nature does bring with it...
Isilra's Chill: In a sphere around her, about five feet in radius, there is a constant chill in the air, slowly freezing things that remain around her too closely, leading to objects sometimes being covered in a thin layer of frost when she leaves. This chill is certainly below freezing, approximately 0°F (-18°C), and absolutely constant, remaining that precise temperature whether atop the highest mountaintop, or in the heart of a volcano. This aura does not, however, protect her in the slightest from any fire, only slightly weakening it before it would reach her, and she holds a certain fascination with the warmth of the fire, and its flickering motions.

Backstory: While the events before her death are an unknown to her, the events afterwards are not particularly interesting, mostly wandering aimlessly around Isilra for years, before eventually happening upon a raiding nation of humans, living with them for a few years, never taking on an identity, but learning of how the world has changed, and heading to the south, to explore, and potentially find... why she had lived. Who she had been before. Or perhaps even discover secrets before even her.