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1)LITERATE! I can not emphasize this enough. Each post MUST be a MINIMUM of three lines. NOT THREE SENTENCES, LINES! Writers block is understandable, but that minimum is not hard. You write like you are writing a book or a story, none of that asterisks for movements crap. You MUST use proper grammar and spelling. I understand the OCCASIONAL typo, spelling mistake, punctuation error, and so on. Use spell check! I strongly suggest writing out your post in Microsoft word, or Open Office Writer. If this is not followed, you WILL be taken out behind a barn and maimed.
2)This is a long term roleplay. You must be able to commit to this. While, posting everyday is not necessary, since we would prefer a slower pace, that does not mean you should neglect or forget about this, either!
3)Sando138 and Paws in Naughty Places are Gods here. You don't listen to us, your character will die in a horrible, humiliating fashion.
4)Romance, Violence, Action, and Angst is all loved here. Just make sure it keeps to PG-13. If something over that happens, make sure it 'fades to black', we don't want to see or hear about that. Having it implied is fine, but you cannot act it out! Just skip ahead if it winds up getting to that point. If we see anything that's too much, you will be beaten over the head with a wooden paddle.
5)No God Modding, no auto-hitting! These will get you maimed, or worse, blacklisted!
6)No Mary-Sues! For ******** sake, no one is perfect!
7)If, after reading this, you still want to join, fill out the profile skeleton below, and PM it to Sando138 with the title “Pink Chicken Feet [The Last Lessons]”.
Courtesy of the thread Co-owner, Paws in naughty places.
1)LITERATE! I can not emphasize this enough. Each post MUST be a MINIMUM of three lines. NOT THREE SENTENCES, LINES! Writers block is understandable, but that minimum is not hard. You write like you are writing a book or a story, none of that asterisks for movements crap. You MUST use proper grammar and spelling. I understand the OCCASIONAL typo, spelling mistake, punctuation error, and so on. Use spell check! I strongly suggest writing out your post in Microsoft word, or Open Office Writer. If this is not followed, you WILL be taken out behind a barn and maimed.
2)This is a long term roleplay. You must be able to commit to this. While, posting everyday is not necessary, since we would prefer a slower pace, that does not mean you should neglect or forget about this, either!
3)Sando138 and Paws in Naughty Places are Gods here. You don't listen to us, your character will die in a horrible, humiliating fashion.
4)Romance, Violence, Action, and Angst is all loved here. Just make sure it keeps to PG-13. If something over that happens, make sure it 'fades to black', we don't want to see or hear about that. Having it implied is fine, but you cannot act it out! Just skip ahead if it winds up getting to that point. If we see anything that's too much, you will be beaten over the head with a wooden paddle.
5)No God Modding, no auto-hitting! These will get you maimed, or worse, blacklisted!
6)No Mary-Sues! For ******** sake, no one is perfect!
7)If, after reading this, you still want to join, fill out the profile skeleton below, and PM it to Sando138 with the title “Pink Chicken Feet [The Last Lessons]”.
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Introduction
"Of all the skills that one may possess, magic is the greatest."
-Translated from an Ancient Elvish carving in the Silveredge mountains, origin unknown.
"The power is in the hearts of all men, the wisdom to understand it is in some, but only those who have the drive to control it may become a mage. It is my task, as the first, to ensure that I am not the last."
- Rwuy'vn, first Archmage of the Realm, in founding the Haven Magic Academy.
"I pledge myself to the study of magic, and further it's cause by understanding and wisdom. I promise to uphold balance in all things, using my better judgement and the council of my elders."
- First code of magicians.
Haven. A squat little town on the eastern coast that became a bustling metropolis over the course of a decade. All because of one building. The castle on the city's northern edge stands today as a gleaming white marble monument, one man's final resting place, and the place where countless others found their calling. This was the Haven Magic Academy- the first magic institute. It was here that the first human Archmage chose to found his school, determined that he would not be the last practitioner of his art. The students came- the untalented, rejected- and the promising went on to learn, to grow greater, and when he passed on, and was entombed within the very school he built, there were six teachers where there had been one. Others followed. The town grew under the shadow of this temple to the arcane, and the rest, friends, is history.
This school as it stands today is as much a place of learning as it is a place of peace- students are free to pursue knowledge as they see fit, for discovering magic is as much about knowing one's own self as knowing the theory behind it. The quiet reflection of gardens; the crisp ocean breeze; beaches; parties, feasts; the dust of ages in libraries; all these and more offer the experiences students require to further their knowledge of the mystical. Quests, missions, and tasks are assigned based on the talent of students. Graduates often blaze trails across the world, wandering before settling down to spread teachings of their own. With the power of mages spreading and the peace growing ever deeper, civilization is flourishing.
All this is about to change. Not all who have entered the magehold possess the patience for such education, and the most powerful believe that the only engine of change is destruction. The motto “Power is not meant to protect those unfit to wield it” has spread like wildfire among the hotheaded and ambitious, and the culprit is unknown.
The majority of the students know nothing of this. They are merely preparing for the next night in the school, their next lesson, learning their next spell. Little do they know that some of their number are about to be thrust into the role of hero- and all the responsibility therein will fall upon them as well. The lives and futures of their classmates will ride upon their success or failure- along with the study of magic itself.
A note on Geography and Architecture:
Haven is in a temperate climate, experiencing hot summers and cold winters. There are the 'North hills' north of the academy's castle, the Shieldwoods to the west, the Winding River to the south- which runs past Haven. The beaches down near haven are the site of many school functions, like parties, feasts, and whatnot, weather permitting.
A small graveyard is near the school, home to the fallen heroes. There is a pillar engraved with the names of every student that died before his or her time.
There is a great stone bridge across the Running river, constructed in ages bygone. It has stood for generations and five carts can travel across it abreast.
Across the river from haven is an enormous ancient necropolis, the outer edges of which are still in use. Any wealthy family in Haven claims to have a crypt in the necropolis, but few can substantiate their assertions. The inner reaches are progressively more dangerous, home to undead beings of greater and greater power.
Between the necropolis and the great bridge is the Woods of Autumn. A curious weather pattern, combined with thermal vents, never lets this forest enter winter properly. The end result- Dozens of creatures live here in the perpetual autumn, leading to fierce competition between predators. These woods form an effective barrier between the necropolis and the path, but they provide their own dangers. Trolls, goblins, and wolves live here in plenty.
The Silveredge Mountains, across the path from the woods of autumn, are home to the ruins of an ancient elven civilization, Edivand'r. The entrances are well concealed but several in the academy are familiar with the ruins, including the recently-returned instructor Taischa.
The academy itself is enclosed in a five-sided, ten-foot-thick white marble wall. Within the grounds, one can find gardens, pavilions, reflection pools, and wells. The castle itself contains two libraries, an extensive network of cellars, dozens of classrooms, dormitories, magical laboratories, and offices/living spaces for teachers.
"Of all the skills that one may possess, magic is the greatest."
-Translated from an Ancient Elvish carving in the Silveredge mountains, origin unknown.
"The power is in the hearts of all men, the wisdom to understand it is in some, but only those who have the drive to control it may become a mage. It is my task, as the first, to ensure that I am not the last."
- Rwuy'vn, first Archmage of the Realm, in founding the Haven Magic Academy.
"I pledge myself to the study of magic, and further it's cause by understanding and wisdom. I promise to uphold balance in all things, using my better judgement and the council of my elders."
- First code of magicians.
Haven. A squat little town on the eastern coast that became a bustling metropolis over the course of a decade. All because of one building. The castle on the city's northern edge stands today as a gleaming white marble monument, one man's final resting place, and the place where countless others found their calling. This was the Haven Magic Academy- the first magic institute. It was here that the first human Archmage chose to found his school, determined that he would not be the last practitioner of his art. The students came- the untalented, rejected- and the promising went on to learn, to grow greater, and when he passed on, and was entombed within the very school he built, there were six teachers where there had been one. Others followed. The town grew under the shadow of this temple to the arcane, and the rest, friends, is history.
This school as it stands today is as much a place of learning as it is a place of peace- students are free to pursue knowledge as they see fit, for discovering magic is as much about knowing one's own self as knowing the theory behind it. The quiet reflection of gardens; the crisp ocean breeze; beaches; parties, feasts; the dust of ages in libraries; all these and more offer the experiences students require to further their knowledge of the mystical. Quests, missions, and tasks are assigned based on the talent of students. Graduates often blaze trails across the world, wandering before settling down to spread teachings of their own. With the power of mages spreading and the peace growing ever deeper, civilization is flourishing.
All this is about to change. Not all who have entered the magehold possess the patience for such education, and the most powerful believe that the only engine of change is destruction. The motto “Power is not meant to protect those unfit to wield it” has spread like wildfire among the hotheaded and ambitious, and the culprit is unknown.
The majority of the students know nothing of this. They are merely preparing for the next night in the school, their next lesson, learning their next spell. Little do they know that some of their number are about to be thrust into the role of hero- and all the responsibility therein will fall upon them as well. The lives and futures of their classmates will ride upon their success or failure- along with the study of magic itself.
A note on Geography and Architecture:
Haven is in a temperate climate, experiencing hot summers and cold winters. There are the 'North hills' north of the academy's castle, the Shieldwoods to the west, the Winding River to the south- which runs past Haven. The beaches down near haven are the site of many school functions, like parties, feasts, and whatnot, weather permitting.
A small graveyard is near the school, home to the fallen heroes. There is a pillar engraved with the names of every student that died before his or her time.
There is a great stone bridge across the Running river, constructed in ages bygone. It has stood for generations and five carts can travel across it abreast.
Across the river from haven is an enormous ancient necropolis, the outer edges of which are still in use. Any wealthy family in Haven claims to have a crypt in the necropolis, but few can substantiate their assertions. The inner reaches are progressively more dangerous, home to undead beings of greater and greater power.
Between the necropolis and the great bridge is the Woods of Autumn. A curious weather pattern, combined with thermal vents, never lets this forest enter winter properly. The end result- Dozens of creatures live here in the perpetual autumn, leading to fierce competition between predators. These woods form an effective barrier between the necropolis and the path, but they provide their own dangers. Trolls, goblins, and wolves live here in plenty.
The Silveredge Mountains, across the path from the woods of autumn, are home to the ruins of an ancient elven civilization, Edivand'r. The entrances are well concealed but several in the academy are familiar with the ruins, including the recently-returned instructor Taischa.
The academy itself is enclosed in a five-sided, ten-foot-thick white marble wall. Within the grounds, one can find gardens, pavilions, reflection pools, and wells. The castle itself contains two libraries, an extensive network of cellars, dozens of classrooms, dormitories, magical laboratories, and offices/living spaces for teachers.
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An Understanding of Magic: The perspective of the Archmagi.
Magic here is not the stuff of wands and scrolls, or ancient words of power- magic is something deeper, something instinctive. Mumbling a bit of hocus pocus and waving a short bit of wood is not going to help in the face of a fireball. Instead, magic is guidance of forces that can both create and destroy- a connection forged by the emotions common to all living creatures. Magic begins as raw force and may be used as such to destructive effect, but such use is inefficient and wasteful; A spell is little more than a pattern for that energy to follow, the mental equivalent of a well-traveled path intended to give the most force for the least expended effort.
When a student is accepted and guided into the art for the first time, it is an experience all their own. What mages feel as they bind power to their will cannot be described easily, but it has come to a consensus that what they feel most poignantly is an emotion- an emotion they are intimately familiar with. And the specific emotion has been linked, by years of study, to a later preference to specific elements of magic. These are generalizations, of course, and there are rare exceptions.
Fire- The wielders of fire tend to be the passionate ones- they have much anger, much love, much zeal and enthusiasm. Their wrath is terrible to behold but the depth of their caring can be equally touching.
Water- Water mages are usually the calm, quiet sort- not that they are not emotional, they are just much quieter about it. But when they do lose their composure, it is usually a great outpouring of turbulent feelings.
Earth- Earth mages can be seen as cold by others, but in truth they feel a kinship, a brotherhood, with all things. Anything that threatens to disrupt that brotherhood shall receive no mercy. They do not forget sleights easily and hold grudges for years.
Air- This element is all about freedom. The Air mage is carefree, at ease, but also quite vain at times. They are quick to forgive the small things, but can often be temperamental and unpredictable.
Positive- Mages of this element are outgoing, extroverted to the core- which explains why their magic is known for healing and protecting, as well as defeating foes soundly. They are loyal friends to the very end. Note that Positive does not always denote "good," merely the universal concept of increase, growth, creation, and repair.
Negative- The negative mage, more commonly referred to as a death mage or a necromancer, is usually a troubled soul with a great emptiness in his heart. That detatchment makes them somewhat macabre and cruel at times, while others despair and lash out at others. Their element represents the universal concept of destruction, decay, and loss.
Those six are the primary elements, and are the most common. There are believed to be ten elements in total.
The next two elemends are considered 'negative spectrum' elements, and are considered dangerous arts to practice. There is a certain stigma to being mages of these elements as they represent a downward slide into becoming a full-fledged negative mage.
Lightning- This element is that of a lonely soul, one who feels alone in the crowd. They have grown somewhat accustomed to being alone, and avoid forming bonds with others, but the jealousy and envy welling up within their hearts destroys them from the inside out. This element is somewhere between Fire and Death, with ties to air’s solitary nature.
Ice- Ice is the element of those who feel a deep-set, irrational hatred for something or someone. They cannot bear to live in the same world as the object of their hate and much time and energy is spent plotting or carrying out said plan. This all-consuming emotion leaves an ice wielder detached almost as much as Necromancy. As is to be expected, it is located in the middle ground between water and death, also with ties to air’s solitary nature.
The next two are the 'positive spectrum' elements, tied most closely to the positive, and are encouraged in most communities.
Spirit- Spirit mages are all soul- no matter what the cause, they are the crusaders, the champions of the common folk, the paladins of great churches. They are men and women of action and rarely sit idle, although that means they can sometimes rush in over their heads. Their magic inspires heroism and smites great foes.
Mind- Mind mages are the pinnacle of scholarly might. They can wield the power of their raw will to accomplish incredible feats but the intensive study required makes them somewhat hesitant, and cautious to a fault. They are never known for decisive action unless that has been part of the plan for a week or more. They are the equivalent opposite of the Spirit mage, in that they often sit back and watch too long to make a difference.
By no means is a mage of a particular element limited to that element- any mage can use any element- but the degree of difficulty, and thereby the rate at which their strength is spent, changes dependent upon how far apart it is from their home element. For instance, a Fire mage would have a much harder time working with water energies than perhaps an air mage, and life mages could almost never use death magic.
In addition, the favored element of a mage changes along with his or her emotional state- over time, it is possible for a passionate person to become calmer (Fire to Water), or for a carefree person to develop strong ties to friends and loved ones(Air to Earth), or for a pious champion to fall to bitter, gnawing hatred (Spirit to Ice). The key-word is 'time'- element won't change based on momentary mood swings, only lasting psychological changes that are difficult to reverse.
Magic here is not the stuff of wands and scrolls, or ancient words of power- magic is something deeper, something instinctive. Mumbling a bit of hocus pocus and waving a short bit of wood is not going to help in the face of a fireball. Instead, magic is guidance of forces that can both create and destroy- a connection forged by the emotions common to all living creatures. Magic begins as raw force and may be used as such to destructive effect, but such use is inefficient and wasteful; A spell is little more than a pattern for that energy to follow, the mental equivalent of a well-traveled path intended to give the most force for the least expended effort.
When a student is accepted and guided into the art for the first time, it is an experience all their own. What mages feel as they bind power to their will cannot be described easily, but it has come to a consensus that what they feel most poignantly is an emotion- an emotion they are intimately familiar with. And the specific emotion has been linked, by years of study, to a later preference to specific elements of magic. These are generalizations, of course, and there are rare exceptions.
Fire- The wielders of fire tend to be the passionate ones- they have much anger, much love, much zeal and enthusiasm. Their wrath is terrible to behold but the depth of their caring can be equally touching.
Water- Water mages are usually the calm, quiet sort- not that they are not emotional, they are just much quieter about it. But when they do lose their composure, it is usually a great outpouring of turbulent feelings.
Earth- Earth mages can be seen as cold by others, but in truth they feel a kinship, a brotherhood, with all things. Anything that threatens to disrupt that brotherhood shall receive no mercy. They do not forget sleights easily and hold grudges for years.
Air- This element is all about freedom. The Air mage is carefree, at ease, but also quite vain at times. They are quick to forgive the small things, but can often be temperamental and unpredictable.
Positive- Mages of this element are outgoing, extroverted to the core- which explains why their magic is known for healing and protecting, as well as defeating foes soundly. They are loyal friends to the very end. Note that Positive does not always denote "good," merely the universal concept of increase, growth, creation, and repair.
Negative- The negative mage, more commonly referred to as a death mage or a necromancer, is usually a troubled soul with a great emptiness in his heart. That detatchment makes them somewhat macabre and cruel at times, while others despair and lash out at others. Their element represents the universal concept of destruction, decay, and loss.
Those six are the primary elements, and are the most common. There are believed to be ten elements in total.
The next two elemends are considered 'negative spectrum' elements, and are considered dangerous arts to practice. There is a certain stigma to being mages of these elements as they represent a downward slide into becoming a full-fledged negative mage.
Lightning- This element is that of a lonely soul, one who feels alone in the crowd. They have grown somewhat accustomed to being alone, and avoid forming bonds with others, but the jealousy and envy welling up within their hearts destroys them from the inside out. This element is somewhere between Fire and Death, with ties to air’s solitary nature.
Ice- Ice is the element of those who feel a deep-set, irrational hatred for something or someone. They cannot bear to live in the same world as the object of their hate and much time and energy is spent plotting or carrying out said plan. This all-consuming emotion leaves an ice wielder detached almost as much as Necromancy. As is to be expected, it is located in the middle ground between water and death, also with ties to air’s solitary nature.
The next two are the 'positive spectrum' elements, tied most closely to the positive, and are encouraged in most communities.
Spirit- Spirit mages are all soul- no matter what the cause, they are the crusaders, the champions of the common folk, the paladins of great churches. They are men and women of action and rarely sit idle, although that means they can sometimes rush in over their heads. Their magic inspires heroism and smites great foes.
Mind- Mind mages are the pinnacle of scholarly might. They can wield the power of their raw will to accomplish incredible feats but the intensive study required makes them somewhat hesitant, and cautious to a fault. They are never known for decisive action unless that has been part of the plan for a week or more. They are the equivalent opposite of the Spirit mage, in that they often sit back and watch too long to make a difference.
By no means is a mage of a particular element limited to that element- any mage can use any element- but the degree of difficulty, and thereby the rate at which their strength is spent, changes dependent upon how far apart it is from their home element. For instance, a Fire mage would have a much harder time working with water energies than perhaps an air mage, and life mages could almost never use death magic.
In addition, the favored element of a mage changes along with his or her emotional state- over time, it is possible for a passionate person to become calmer (Fire to Water), or for a carefree person to develop strong ties to friends and loved ones(Air to Earth), or for a pious champion to fall to bitter, gnawing hatred (Spirit to Ice). The key-word is 'time'- element won't change based on momentary mood swings, only lasting psychological changes that are difficult to reverse.
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Sando138
Username: Sando138
Name: Taischa
Age: 25
Occupation: Instructor, Advanced level
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Taischa is a young man of about six feet in height, about 180 pounds, and sleight of build. He has ebony hair, blue eyes, and normally wears a long midnight blue trench coat, like most of the other instructors. He wears a loose-fitting white shirt with a drawstring collar under the coat, and brown breeches and a pair of boots most of the time. He carries a long, black metal staff capped with a large aquamarine, and walks with a slight limp.
Personality: Tai is not the man he once was. An experience he had a few years ago left him embittered and much more reserved than the exuberant, wild young man he had been in the past. As apparent as the scars are, he doesn't let much get to him. He remains optimistic, though in a much more quiet manner.
Element: Water
Weaponry: Taischa sticks to his staff, which he uses as a focus for his magic.
History:There really is a lot to tell here, so I'll make this brief. Taischa is an orphan, hence his lack of a surname; such is not uncommon at the Haven Academy. He was sent to Haven when he was 17 and tested for his aptitude, leaving many instructors stunned when he scored on the same level as a first year student. To try and compensate for his lonesome upbringing, he was always very outgoing, a class clown of sorts, and made lots of friends... When he reached the age of twenty one, he had mastered a great many of the arcane arts and was asked to become an instructor at the school. He accepted, but first he wanted to take some time off. He and a few friends went off on sabbatical for the next three years; he was the only one to return alive. The experience left him a changed man, and when he came back, he was much more quiet, more reserved, more contemplative. Nevertheless, when his temper is roused, he still possesses as much zeal and energy as he once did.
Name: Taischa
Age: 25
Occupation: Instructor, Advanced level
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Taischa is a young man of about six feet in height, about 180 pounds, and sleight of build. He has ebony hair, blue eyes, and normally wears a long midnight blue trench coat, like most of the other instructors. He wears a loose-fitting white shirt with a drawstring collar under the coat, and brown breeches and a pair of boots most of the time. He carries a long, black metal staff capped with a large aquamarine, and walks with a slight limp.
Personality: Tai is not the man he once was. An experience he had a few years ago left him embittered and much more reserved than the exuberant, wild young man he had been in the past. As apparent as the scars are, he doesn't let much get to him. He remains optimistic, though in a much more quiet manner.
Element: Water
Weaponry: Taischa sticks to his staff, which he uses as a focus for his magic.
History:There really is a lot to tell here, so I'll make this brief. Taischa is an orphan, hence his lack of a surname; such is not uncommon at the Haven Academy. He was sent to Haven when he was 17 and tested for his aptitude, leaving many instructors stunned when he scored on the same level as a first year student. To try and compensate for his lonesome upbringing, he was always very outgoing, a class clown of sorts, and made lots of friends... When he reached the age of twenty one, he had mastered a great many of the arcane arts and was asked to become an instructor at the school. He accepted, but first he wanted to take some time off. He and a few friends went off on sabbatical for the next three years; he was the only one to return alive. The experience left him a changed man, and when he came back, he was much more quiet, more reserved, more contemplative. Nevertheless, when his temper is roused, he still possesses as much zeal and energy as he once did.
Paws in Naughty Places
Username: Paws in Naughty Places
Name: Alzena “Zenny” Yamagami
Age: 24
Occupation: Instructor
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Alzena stands at 5'6, and weighs 135 lbs. Not being one to stick to protocol, she wears her own form of red and yellow clothes, boots, and keeps part of her hair up. Her appearance tends to look a little messy at times.
Personality: Boisterous, is probably the easiest way to describe her. She is loud, noisy, and incredibly cocky, with a mouth to go with it. But, beneath her tough exterior, she is incredibly caring, and always looks out for everyone, with the exception of the few people who had wronged her in the past.
Element: Fire
Weaponry: A thin, iron baton.
History: Alzena came from quite an unsteady family. Her mother was never really around, which only left her father, who's habits were undesirable, at best. Tiring of the man's alcohol abuse and womanizing, she left her home at the young age of 14. Having heard of the small town of Haven, with it's Magic Academy. She migrated east, quickly taking residence at the academy, and find out that she did in fact have quite the skill to practice magic.
While there, she had actually become quite good friends with Taischa. She had a great appreciation for him, and was one of the very few people who received her utmost respect. But, she became quite devastated when he had left when she was 21. Overcoming her grief, she began growing very close with another man, Kai Yamagami. It didn't take long for her to grow attached to the man, and, they were married not too long after. Kai had comforted her in her time of need, and because of his caring for her, she was more then able to move on past her friendship with Taischa. Only recently has she moved from being a student to an instructor, and, having heard news of Taischa's return, she quickly jumped at the chance to be able to teach along side him.
Name: Alzena “Zenny” Yamagami
Age: 24
Occupation: Instructor
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Alzena stands at 5'6, and weighs 135 lbs. Not being one to stick to protocol, she wears her own form of red and yellow clothes, boots, and keeps part of her hair up. Her appearance tends to look a little messy at times.
Personality: Boisterous, is probably the easiest way to describe her. She is loud, noisy, and incredibly cocky, with a mouth to go with it. But, beneath her tough exterior, she is incredibly caring, and always looks out for everyone, with the exception of the few people who had wronged her in the past.
Element: Fire
Weaponry: A thin, iron baton.
History: Alzena came from quite an unsteady family. Her mother was never really around, which only left her father, who's habits were undesirable, at best. Tiring of the man's alcohol abuse and womanizing, she left her home at the young age of 14. Having heard of the small town of Haven, with it's Magic Academy. She migrated east, quickly taking residence at the academy, and find out that she did in fact have quite the skill to practice magic.
While there, she had actually become quite good friends with Taischa. She had a great appreciation for him, and was one of the very few people who received her utmost respect. But, she became quite devastated when he had left when she was 21. Overcoming her grief, she began growing very close with another man, Kai Yamagami. It didn't take long for her to grow attached to the man, and, they were married not too long after. Kai had comforted her in her time of need, and because of his caring for her, she was more then able to move on past her friendship with Taischa. Only recently has she moved from being a student to an instructor, and, having heard news of Taischa's return, she quickly jumped at the chance to be able to teach along side him.
Harlequenne
Username: Harlequenne
Name: Desiree McIntire
Age: 17
Occupation: Student
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Desiree is a very slight girl, at five one and about a hundred and five pounds. She has fairly long dark hair, usually braided down to the small of her back, and astonishingly green eyes. She dresses very comfortably--ease is the only fashion statement the girl makes. Typically she can be found in a loose-sleeved shirt and tight fitted breeches, more frequently than not barefooted but ocastionally in boots.
Personality: Desiree was your typical loner as a child growing up. Her size and her intelligence singled her out as someone that was easy to tease, and it has made her cynical. She is still a fairly emotional young woman--when she feels something, there's no halfway. She's always passionate, she simply isn't friendly.
Element: Lightning
Weaponry: Fists, two daggers.
History: Des was born to a fairly typical set of merchant parents, the youngest in a family of five children, and the smallest. The typical childhood bullyings seemed to affect this sensitive young girl moreso than they did most children, and she quickly became a reserved, withdrawn child. Her parents were busy with a failing business and four other children--when Des came of age, she was sent to the school in hopes she would have some power, so that perhaps they could get this 'disturbed' young woman out of their house. Despite such treatment, Des is not an angry girl. Simply quietly withdrawn.
Name: Desiree McIntire
Age: 17
Occupation: Student
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Desiree is a very slight girl, at five one and about a hundred and five pounds. She has fairly long dark hair, usually braided down to the small of her back, and astonishingly green eyes. She dresses very comfortably--ease is the only fashion statement the girl makes. Typically she can be found in a loose-sleeved shirt and tight fitted breeches, more frequently than not barefooted but ocastionally in boots.
Personality: Desiree was your typical loner as a child growing up. Her size and her intelligence singled her out as someone that was easy to tease, and it has made her cynical. She is still a fairly emotional young woman--when she feels something, there's no halfway. She's always passionate, she simply isn't friendly.
Element: Lightning
Weaponry: Fists, two daggers.
History: Des was born to a fairly typical set of merchant parents, the youngest in a family of five children, and the smallest. The typical childhood bullyings seemed to affect this sensitive young girl moreso than they did most children, and she quickly became a reserved, withdrawn child. Her parents were busy with a failing business and four other children--when Des came of age, she was sent to the school in hopes she would have some power, so that perhaps they could get this 'disturbed' young woman out of their house. Despite such treatment, Des is not an angry girl. Simply quietly withdrawn.
Lovers Alimony
Username: Lovers Alimony
Name: Blue Willian
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Gender: Male
Sexuality: undisclosed
Appearance: http://i17.tinypic.com/4c97oz9.jpg
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115
He mostly wears an auqa tunic with gold trim and matching pants, he looks rather bland at first glance.
Personality: Calm and well grounded, Blue has quite the soothing aura, he does his best to aid the injured when they become to frantic from there wounds. Though he shows potential to be a great healer, his akwardness in social situations and his general trouble with controlling all his powers often frustrates him when he is alone and no one is there to see him or try and tell him what to do. Blue tends to spend more time with his head hidden in a book then he does trying to meet new friends, though he enjoys sitting in the sun, he tends to do so from the brances of a tree to go unnotice until he is called in to treat an injury or an alement, since he is a healer in training
Element: Possitive
Weaponry: A small pendent he uses as a focal point.
History: Blue grew up in a loving, if rather cut off home, his father was a wizard who avoided people like the black plegue and his mother was a druid who sought out new ways of helping people all the time, caught somewhere in the middle, Blue started a very outgoing child, but more time spent with his father caused him to grow socially akward, but with an unsatiable desire to help people in need and the uncanny ability to find such people, though more often then not, he tried to run from his instincts of helping people to hide in his books, such things grew harder as he grew older. One day, Blue's father decided it was well time his son learned the proper use of his healing magic, and convinced Blue to join the special institute of learning, though Blue was apprehensive about again being put into society, the over whelming desire to learn and control his own powers eventually won out and he left with the blessing of his mother and the encouragement of his father. Though still rather nervious, he hides his fears well behind masked expressions which tend to make him look more spacy then uncaring, giving most people the impression that he isn't paying attention..
Name: Blue Willian
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Gender: Male
Sexuality: undisclosed
Appearance: http://i17.tinypic.com/4c97oz9.jpg
Height: 5'3
Weight: 115
He mostly wears an auqa tunic with gold trim and matching pants, he looks rather bland at first glance.
Personality: Calm and well grounded, Blue has quite the soothing aura, he does his best to aid the injured when they become to frantic from there wounds. Though he shows potential to be a great healer, his akwardness in social situations and his general trouble with controlling all his powers often frustrates him when he is alone and no one is there to see him or try and tell him what to do. Blue tends to spend more time with his head hidden in a book then he does trying to meet new friends, though he enjoys sitting in the sun, he tends to do so from the brances of a tree to go unnotice until he is called in to treat an injury or an alement, since he is a healer in training
Element: Possitive
Weaponry: A small pendent he uses as a focal point.
History: Blue grew up in a loving, if rather cut off home, his father was a wizard who avoided people like the black plegue and his mother was a druid who sought out new ways of helping people all the time, caught somewhere in the middle, Blue started a very outgoing child, but more time spent with his father caused him to grow socially akward, but with an unsatiable desire to help people in need and the uncanny ability to find such people, though more often then not, he tried to run from his instincts of helping people to hide in his books, such things grew harder as he grew older. One day, Blue's father decided it was well time his son learned the proper use of his healing magic, and convinced Blue to join the special institute of learning, though Blue was apprehensive about again being put into society, the over whelming desire to learn and control his own powers eventually won out and he left with the blessing of his mother and the encouragement of his father. Though still rather nervious, he hides his fears well behind masked expressions which tend to make him look more spacy then uncaring, giving most people the impression that he isn't paying attention..
Foxy Neko-Chan!
Username: Foxy Neko-Chan!
Name: Sayane Ayumi.
Age: 16.
Occupation: Student / Library Assistant.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance: Standing at little over 5'6", she stands with an air that bequeaths her with a larger disposition. While she doesn't carry herself arrogantly, she does walk with confidence. Her crimson hair reaches below her shoulders, but abruptly ends at the base of her shoulder blades. Her eyes are different in colour, one being green and the other blue, and they offer the most piercing of gazes. She rarely wears much clothing, not in the naked sense, but rather in the amount that she wears. She has a firm belief in keeping herself neat, and her clothing frequently belies that given her scraggy appearance.
Personality: A quiet and reclusive persona, little is known about him, his beliefs or his attitude other than his overwhelming silence. Rarely speaking to anyone, he spent much of his younger years pervading company, except for the few people he stood with, the few people he spoke to. It takes much to rouse his interest or care for other's situations, but if he stands by you, then he will never leave your side. He prefers not to enter battle, or to partake in conflicts, but drawing him in forcefully isn't wise. In battle, he is more fierce than anyone else.
Element: Lightning.
Weaponry: None, although she does know some kenjutsu.
History: A quiet and reclusive girl born in the streets of Saikyo. Little was known of her attitudes and beliefs other than an almost overwhelming silence. Rarely speaking to anyone, she spent much of her younger years pervading company, except for the few people she stood with, the few people she spoke to. As early as 6, she was considered a freak for her 'ability'. It seemed that having a strong static charge was a defect.
The almost dark crimson of her iris's held a mysterious power as well, as her eyes could bewitch anyone with their gaze. As she grew older, her build became athletic, as she found her skill: running. She was able to run incredible distances without tiring, and it seemed as if she would never run out of energy. She didn't miss out on the usual delights of fast food, cakes and games, though. They were just less of a part of her life than his running.
Soon, her family moved to Haven, not noticing (or perhaps ignoring) the large building that dwarfed all.
Her life seemed perfect. To her, at least. Her family was tearing itself apart, as her mother and father constantly battled. She ignored their fights, of course, pretending life was as perfect as the lie she wove. But the truth soon became evident. Her mother attacked her Father, when tensions exploded, and Ayumi ran. She ran, and ran and ran... Until she stood before a large marble building...
Name: Sayane Ayumi.
Age: 16.
Occupation: Student / Library Assistant.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Appearance: Standing at little over 5'6", she stands with an air that bequeaths her with a larger disposition. While she doesn't carry herself arrogantly, she does walk with confidence. Her crimson hair reaches below her shoulders, but abruptly ends at the base of her shoulder blades. Her eyes are different in colour, one being green and the other blue, and they offer the most piercing of gazes. She rarely wears much clothing, not in the naked sense, but rather in the amount that she wears. She has a firm belief in keeping herself neat, and her clothing frequently belies that given her scraggy appearance.
Personality: A quiet and reclusive persona, little is known about him, his beliefs or his attitude other than his overwhelming silence. Rarely speaking to anyone, he spent much of his younger years pervading company, except for the few people he stood with, the few people he spoke to. It takes much to rouse his interest or care for other's situations, but if he stands by you, then he will never leave your side. He prefers not to enter battle, or to partake in conflicts, but drawing him in forcefully isn't wise. In battle, he is more fierce than anyone else.
Element: Lightning.
Weaponry: None, although she does know some kenjutsu.
History: A quiet and reclusive girl born in the streets of Saikyo. Little was known of her attitudes and beliefs other than an almost overwhelming silence. Rarely speaking to anyone, she spent much of her younger years pervading company, except for the few people she stood with, the few people she spoke to. As early as 6, she was considered a freak for her 'ability'. It seemed that having a strong static charge was a defect.
The almost dark crimson of her iris's held a mysterious power as well, as her eyes could bewitch anyone with their gaze. As she grew older, her build became athletic, as she found her skill: running. She was able to run incredible distances without tiring, and it seemed as if she would never run out of energy. She didn't miss out on the usual delights of fast food, cakes and games, though. They were just less of a part of her life than his running.
Soon, her family moved to Haven, not noticing (or perhaps ignoring) the large building that dwarfed all.
Her life seemed perfect. To her, at least. Her family was tearing itself apart, as her mother and father constantly battled. She ignored their fights, of course, pretending life was as perfect as the lie she wove. But the truth soon became evident. Her mother attacked her Father, when tensions exploded, and Ayumi ran. She ran, and ran and ran... Until she stood before a large marble building...
[.Gokin.]
Username: [.Gokin.]
Name: Felix Heiros
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: [x] Felix is of normal height and weight for his age, at 5'6'' and about 170 pounds. He looks rather skinny and frail, but infact he is extremely strong. He has deep grey eyes, something of a common trait of magically gifted people in his family. He has sandy-blonde colored hair tied back into a pony tail. His normal attire consists of a white longcoat with navy blue trimmings, a white longsleeved shirt and light brown pants.
Personality: Felix comes off as a carefree and kind individsual. People are attracted to his natural charisma, and why shouldn't they be? He is well loved by his peers because of his sense of humor. He is also rarely serious about things unless it involves schoolwork or missions, which means he's lazy. Oh so lazy. Arrogance is something Felix says doesn't apply to him, but in truth, it truely does. He refuses to accept defeat and often will do stupid things to prove his worth. All in all, he is a carefree young man yet lazy young man who has a few arrogant qualities.
Element: Air
Weaponry: The Heiros family staff has been passed down many generations, though it recent years it's use as a magical artifact have been limited.
History: Felix was born to the Heiros family, famous for thier history of producing excellent mages. Though in recent years, the presence of magical existance in the famlies blood has dwindled. And the Heiros have become nothing more than a simple farming family, not many people still remembering thier name. When he was born, his parents noticed his eye color, a deep grey, no one had been born with that eye color in years.
So it was decided to send him off to his great grandfather, a very old and very wise man who was a very powerful mage. There, Felix trained and lived with him for most of his life. Soon after his great grandfather died, he was sent to the Haven Academy as his great grandfathers dieing wish. On his apititude test, Felix scored a mediocre test score. It was not until he began actually using his magical abilities that they realized how skilled a mage he was. Felix has since continued to live in Haven alone, and he's been living there for over 4 years. He is often regarded as an air mage prodigy, and his ability to quickly learn things has placed him at the top of his class. Truely, he has great potential...now if only we could do something about his laziness...
Name: Felix Heiros
Age: 18
Occupation: Student
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: [x] Felix is of normal height and weight for his age, at 5'6'' and about 170 pounds. He looks rather skinny and frail, but infact he is extremely strong. He has deep grey eyes, something of a common trait of magically gifted people in his family. He has sandy-blonde colored hair tied back into a pony tail. His normal attire consists of a white longcoat with navy blue trimmings, a white longsleeved shirt and light brown pants.
Personality: Felix comes off as a carefree and kind individsual. People are attracted to his natural charisma, and why shouldn't they be? He is well loved by his peers because of his sense of humor. He is also rarely serious about things unless it involves schoolwork or missions, which means he's lazy. Oh so lazy. Arrogance is something Felix says doesn't apply to him, but in truth, it truely does. He refuses to accept defeat and often will do stupid things to prove his worth. All in all, he is a carefree young man yet lazy young man who has a few arrogant qualities.
Element: Air
Weaponry: The Heiros family staff has been passed down many generations, though it recent years it's use as a magical artifact have been limited.
History: Felix was born to the Heiros family, famous for thier history of producing excellent mages. Though in recent years, the presence of magical existance in the famlies blood has dwindled. And the Heiros have become nothing more than a simple farming family, not many people still remembering thier name. When he was born, his parents noticed his eye color, a deep grey, no one had been born with that eye color in years.
So it was decided to send him off to his great grandfather, a very old and very wise man who was a very powerful mage. There, Felix trained and lived with him for most of his life. Soon after his great grandfather died, he was sent to the Haven Academy as his great grandfathers dieing wish. On his apititude test, Felix scored a mediocre test score. It was not until he began actually using his magical abilities that they realized how skilled a mage he was. Felix has since continued to live in Haven alone, and he's been living there for over 4 years. He is often regarded as an air mage prodigy, and his ability to quickly learn things has placed him at the top of his class. Truely, he has great potential...now if only we could do something about his laziness...
Kaivi Silverwing
Username: Kaivi Silverwing
Name: Jet Trinity Valentine
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: Contrary to what his name would suggest, Jet has silvery hued hair. However, the tips of his hair are a deep ebony tone. He dyes his tips, to return part of himself to how he used to be. He does not like to talk of why he does it, but merely says it is in tribute to a few very dear friends. His eyes are a very vibrant shade of violet, a very uncommon trait. The violet shade makes his eyes very sensitive to sunlight, which causes him to wear sunglasses most of the time. They are normally square shaped, and sit rather low on his nose. It only helps to draw attention to his face. His face is delicately angular, the only markings upon it being a pair of moles under his left eye. His normal attire could be easily called gothic or emo, since he really only wears black. He says it helps him blend into the background, something he prefers doing. The dark clothing and glasses added together, however, make it to where he recieves more attention than what he would like.
Upon first look, one would assume he is an albino for one due to his pale hair and peculiar eyes, and a female for two. He does look very effeminate, and has often been mistaken for a female. Until, of course, one looks upon his chest and finds it relatively flat. He does have a bit of muscle tone, though it is more sleek muscle, not bulky. It is closer to that of a swimmer's build, which happens to be one of his favorite sports. Whenever he has the chance, he will somehow escape to someplace, anyplace so he can go swimming. This habit has lead to many sunburns, all of which have turned his skin to a pale caramel color. However, when he does do one of his little swimming excusions, he makes damned sure he is alone when he does it. The reason is because he has rather vicious looking scars across most of his body. Again, he never speaks of the reason behind them, but one can suspect that it has something to do with the reason he dyes his hair.
Personality: While he chooses to be rather silent and reclusive, when one does break through his cold exterior, he is rather warm. It is rare for one to break through, since when one comes close, he often pulls back even farther. Jet doesn't want people to get close to him, which seems to tie in yet again to his scars and dyed hair. He is definately not one of those bouncy bubbley types. Jet could very simply be described as mysterious, though that doesn't nearly do him justice.
Element: Lightning
Weaponry: Choosing a more long ranged weapon, Jet keeps in his pocket a deck of metal playing cards, which he hurls at his opponent. If he is dragged into close quarters combat, however, a metal pipe is his choice weapon.
History: Jet has lead a rather charmed life, even though if you were to ask him, he would say it is closer to being cursed. When he was merely 7 years old, his mother came up missing. A month later, she was found, buried in a shallow grave at a local campsite. His uncle had been quarrelling with her over an inheiritance, and had killed her to recieve her share of it. He lived with his father until he was 14, when he moved in with his then boyfriend, Lucian. His family was only too happy to allow him to stay with them, particularly when they found out what his father had done to him. Thankfully, Jet was able to continue going to school without being attacked by his father or anyone else once he moved in with Lucian and his understanding parents. Jet found out, later on that school year, that his father had died, after drinking himself into an alcoholic stupor, and accidently crossing paths with a runaway merchant's cart.
It seemed that Jet had been the blessed one in his family. He had two years of complete and utter bliss with Lucian, and a new friend named Trey. Everything seemed to be perfect. Even though he was often teased about his sexuality, he was still one of the rather popular students. He had good grades, being one of the tops in his classes. He even was invited to many partys. One night, after walking home with Trey and Lucian, they were accousted by several thugs. Apparently word had spread of the groups 'tendencies' and the bandits were only too willing to fix that particular fetish. Though, their way of fixing it was none too polite. The trio were hauled into an alley, where Lucien and Trey were brutally slaughtered before the weaker Jet. This was the only time Jet used his abilities for something other than training. Angered at what had happened, he allowed the flames to overtake the attackers, forgetting that he was being held by some of them. The men who had attaacked them were burned alive, Jet sustaining burn injuries as well.
Since the incident, Jet seemed to receed into himself. Lucian's parents let him stay afterwards, until he was able to get a scholarship to attend Haven Magic Academy. He has spent all of the vacations at the school ever since, as he doesn't want to impose upon Lucian's family any more.
As an aside note, when he first realized his talents with the elements, he started as a Fire weilder. After the incident, however, the grief and guilt that overcame him caused the once extroverted Jet to become more withdrawn and reclusive. His element became darker, more sinister, as he became obsessed with Death. Over the years, however, he has become slightly less macabre, his element shifting once more to Lightning. Thus far, this final element is the one that he has shown the most expertise with.
Name: Jet Trinity Valentine
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: Contrary to what his name would suggest, Jet has silvery hued hair. However, the tips of his hair are a deep ebony tone. He dyes his tips, to return part of himself to how he used to be. He does not like to talk of why he does it, but merely says it is in tribute to a few very dear friends. His eyes are a very vibrant shade of violet, a very uncommon trait. The violet shade makes his eyes very sensitive to sunlight, which causes him to wear sunglasses most of the time. They are normally square shaped, and sit rather low on his nose. It only helps to draw attention to his face. His face is delicately angular, the only markings upon it being a pair of moles under his left eye. His normal attire could be easily called gothic or emo, since he really only wears black. He says it helps him blend into the background, something he prefers doing. The dark clothing and glasses added together, however, make it to where he recieves more attention than what he would like.
Upon first look, one would assume he is an albino for one due to his pale hair and peculiar eyes, and a female for two. He does look very effeminate, and has often been mistaken for a female. Until, of course, one looks upon his chest and finds it relatively flat. He does have a bit of muscle tone, though it is more sleek muscle, not bulky. It is closer to that of a swimmer's build, which happens to be one of his favorite sports. Whenever he has the chance, he will somehow escape to someplace, anyplace so he can go swimming. This habit has lead to many sunburns, all of which have turned his skin to a pale caramel color. However, when he does do one of his little swimming excusions, he makes damned sure he is alone when he does it. The reason is because he has rather vicious looking scars across most of his body. Again, he never speaks of the reason behind them, but one can suspect that it has something to do with the reason he dyes his hair.
Personality: While he chooses to be rather silent and reclusive, when one does break through his cold exterior, he is rather warm. It is rare for one to break through, since when one comes close, he often pulls back even farther. Jet doesn't want people to get close to him, which seems to tie in yet again to his scars and dyed hair. He is definately not one of those bouncy bubbley types. Jet could very simply be described as mysterious, though that doesn't nearly do him justice.
Element: Lightning
Weaponry: Choosing a more long ranged weapon, Jet keeps in his pocket a deck of metal playing cards, which he hurls at his opponent. If he is dragged into close quarters combat, however, a metal pipe is his choice weapon.
History: Jet has lead a rather charmed life, even though if you were to ask him, he would say it is closer to being cursed. When he was merely 7 years old, his mother came up missing. A month later, she was found, buried in a shallow grave at a local campsite. His uncle had been quarrelling with her over an inheiritance, and had killed her to recieve her share of it. He lived with his father until he was 14, when he moved in with his then boyfriend, Lucian. His family was only too happy to allow him to stay with them, particularly when they found out what his father had done to him. Thankfully, Jet was able to continue going to school without being attacked by his father or anyone else once he moved in with Lucian and his understanding parents. Jet found out, later on that school year, that his father had died, after drinking himself into an alcoholic stupor, and accidently crossing paths with a runaway merchant's cart.
It seemed that Jet had been the blessed one in his family. He had two years of complete and utter bliss with Lucian, and a new friend named Trey. Everything seemed to be perfect. Even though he was often teased about his sexuality, he was still one of the rather popular students. He had good grades, being one of the tops in his classes. He even was invited to many partys. One night, after walking home with Trey and Lucian, they were accousted by several thugs. Apparently word had spread of the groups 'tendencies' and the bandits were only too willing to fix that particular fetish. Though, their way of fixing it was none too polite. The trio were hauled into an alley, where Lucien and Trey were brutally slaughtered before the weaker Jet. This was the only time Jet used his abilities for something other than training. Angered at what had happened, he allowed the flames to overtake the attackers, forgetting that he was being held by some of them. The men who had attaacked them were burned alive, Jet sustaining burn injuries as well.
Since the incident, Jet seemed to receed into himself. Lucian's parents let him stay afterwards, until he was able to get a scholarship to attend Haven Magic Academy. He has spent all of the vacations at the school ever since, as he doesn't want to impose upon Lucian's family any more.
As an aside note, when he first realized his talents with the elements, he started as a Fire weilder. After the incident, however, the grief and guilt that overcame him caused the once extroverted Jet to become more withdrawn and reclusive. His element became darker, more sinister, as he became obsessed with Death. Over the years, however, he has become slightly less macabre, his element shifting once more to Lightning. Thus far, this final element is the one that he has shown the most expertise with.
Blood Stained Dove
Username: Blood Stained Dove
Name: Ashlen DeTri
Age: 19
Occupation: Student (But I would also like to make him a sort of Jeweler, making pendants and things in his spare time to sell.)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Ashlen is not a terribly muscled individual, but is a bit above average; more cut than thin thanks to his father's insistence that he and his brother help with the chores growing up. Which is accented in the slightly form fitting vest he wears, made of animal skins and dyed a rich black color to match with his dark breeches and boots. The loose white sleeves of his shirt stick out from underneath, and billow out from his arms and come back in again at the wrists.
He is taller than most in his class it seems, standing at a slightly awkward 5'11". But he carries himself well despite it, his dark brown eyes shying away from no one. Because of his tendency to keep to himself though, and more often than not take sanctuary in his room, he is slightly pale. But his short black hair pays compliment to that, usually left rather messy and unkempt.
Personality: Like most earth mages, Ashlen can seem somewhat cold or distant upon first meeting. Though it doesn't really change even after that. But the more trust he has in someone, the greater the chance that person will see a smile appear on his lips. For despite his less than friendly exterior, he does care for his friends deeply. The few that he has anyway.
Element: Earth
Weaponry: None
History: As surprising as it may be, Ashlen was at one point a death mage. As a child, his older brother Topher was his best friend. They did everything together, and were nearly inseparable. It got to the point where people almost believed they were twins instead of two years apart. But sadly, his brother was far more adventurous than he was, and was often taking unnecessary risks for the thrill of excitement.
It was because of this adventurous streak that Topher finally met his end at the age of thirteen, leaving Ashlen heartbroken and all by himself. His parents were still alive, yes. But his world was gone. Topher had meant everything to him. So despite the presence of his parents, he was very much alone. The loss of his brother sent him spiraling steadily downward, the boy withdrawing from most everything and becoming very..."morbid" as his family described. He became obsessed with the idea of bringing his brother back, the house soon filled with the decaying but reanimated remains of such creatures as birds and rabbits; the test subjects of his practice.
His attempts were in vain though, since he did not seem to possess the skill to bring back anything larger than those small animals. But seeing that he did possess something, his parents sent him to the academy; partly to encourage the study of another element, and partly to rid their house of the smell of rotting flesh. It was through a long, and difficult process that Ashlen finally was able to let his brother go, to come to terms with his death. And somehow, he managed to take appreciation in life, to enjoy things again, rather than wallow in his fear of the end. That is how he became an earth mage. But to this day, he still holds some of his darker tendencies.
And to anyone who asks, he still will not reveal how his brother died, slipping off into a cold kind of silence rather than answer.
Name: Ashlen DeTri
Age: 19
Occupation: Student (But I would also like to make him a sort of Jeweler, making pendants and things in his spare time to sell.)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Ashlen is not a terribly muscled individual, but is a bit above average; more cut than thin thanks to his father's insistence that he and his brother help with the chores growing up. Which is accented in the slightly form fitting vest he wears, made of animal skins and dyed a rich black color to match with his dark breeches and boots. The loose white sleeves of his shirt stick out from underneath, and billow out from his arms and come back in again at the wrists.
He is taller than most in his class it seems, standing at a slightly awkward 5'11". But he carries himself well despite it, his dark brown eyes shying away from no one. Because of his tendency to keep to himself though, and more often than not take sanctuary in his room, he is slightly pale. But his short black hair pays compliment to that, usually left rather messy and unkempt.
Personality: Like most earth mages, Ashlen can seem somewhat cold or distant upon first meeting. Though it doesn't really change even after that. But the more trust he has in someone, the greater the chance that person will see a smile appear on his lips. For despite his less than friendly exterior, he does care for his friends deeply. The few that he has anyway.
Element: Earth
Weaponry: None
History: As surprising as it may be, Ashlen was at one point a death mage. As a child, his older brother Topher was his best friend. They did everything together, and were nearly inseparable. It got to the point where people almost believed they were twins instead of two years apart. But sadly, his brother was far more adventurous than he was, and was often taking unnecessary risks for the thrill of excitement.
It was because of this adventurous streak that Topher finally met his end at the age of thirteen, leaving Ashlen heartbroken and all by himself. His parents were still alive, yes. But his world was gone. Topher had meant everything to him. So despite the presence of his parents, he was very much alone. The loss of his brother sent him spiraling steadily downward, the boy withdrawing from most everything and becoming very..."morbid" as his family described. He became obsessed with the idea of bringing his brother back, the house soon filled with the decaying but reanimated remains of such creatures as birds and rabbits; the test subjects of his practice.
His attempts were in vain though, since he did not seem to possess the skill to bring back anything larger than those small animals. But seeing that he did possess something, his parents sent him to the academy; partly to encourage the study of another element, and partly to rid their house of the smell of rotting flesh. It was through a long, and difficult process that Ashlen finally was able to let his brother go, to come to terms with his death. And somehow, he managed to take appreciation in life, to enjoy things again, rather than wallow in his fear of the end. That is how he became an earth mage. But to this day, he still holds some of his darker tendencies.
And to anyone who asks, he still will not reveal how his brother died, slipping off into a cold kind of silence rather than answer.
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Name: Kai Yamagami
Age: 26
Occupation: Magical Tinker-er
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and weighing 160 lbs, Kai is a rather well built young man. His hair is rather long, to the middle of his back and is held in many small braids, each one fastened with red and gold beads. On his right cheek, he has a rather large vertical scar, from when he was younger. He has grey eyes, a trait he inheirted from his mother. Though, he isn't known for dressing in the most fashionable sense. Choosing tones of brown and black, as they are less likely to stain, he dresses rather simply and messily. Normally, he is seen wandering around in a brown colored tunic and black breeches with black boots, a black belt fastened around his waist. When he is working, he also has a pair of thick goggles and thick brown leather gloves, to protect his face and hands from various hazardous materials. When he has to dress up for formal occasions, he wears red and black instead.
Personality: To describe Kai in a single word would be quite easy: shy. The young man is rather awkward around those of the opposite sex, even if he has been around them for most of his life. He's quiet and cool, but there is a warm heart beating underneath the face he shows to others. There is only one person who has ever really seen the warm side of him, that person being his wife, Alzena. Towards her, he is quite sweet and caring, not to mention exceptionally protective. He would be willing to risk everything, so long as it would keep her safe.
Element: Water
Weaponry: If Kai is pulled into a fight, his prefered weapon is that of a spiked ball on a long chain. It is a little something he had been working on in his favorite manner, and he is certain that he got it right. It has a small switch on the handle, which allows him to cause a blade to come out of the side of the ball for further attacking power.
History: Born the second youngest of the Yamagami family, a presigious mystic family from another country, Kai was considered gifted, even amongst his own family. The beginnings of his ability with water manipulation came at an early age, when he was merely a child. He would often be found pulling water from the cup that his mother had given him, causing it to form into balls of water and playing with it for a few moments before drinking the water ball. At first, the child's antics frightened them, but they soon realized that there was no harm in what the child was doing. They began to encourage him to practice with the skill, which he became quite adept at. When they were certain he could learn no more from him, they sought to find a place that could teach their son more about his strange gift. They found Haven, and after much work, they were able to find a way to send him to the school.
At age 15, Kai was transfered to Haven Academy, where he began to learn more about his art. At first, he wasn't too sure about the place, the language barrier between him and most of the students causing a great deal of problems. Frustrated, he began to delve into books, trying to find a way to make himself understood. With help from a teacher, a solution was found, which was a chain choker that he wore around his neck, with a connecting chain that connected to his ear. With it on, the other students were able to understand him, and he them. It was because of that object that Kai's interest in magical items began. He began tinkering with all sorts of objects, finding uses for all of them. There were many times during his school years that he had to leave the school, to return home. One, around his 18th birthday was because of his elder brothers, Akira and Tomi, being killed. Their over exuberance trying to use their own mystical gifts ended up in their deaths.
When he was 23, Kai properly met the woman he would marry, Alzena. He had seen her many times before, and had developed a bit of a crush on the girl, but didn't make a move on her due to her always hanging around with another student. Though, when he left her, Alezena was distraught, and he stepped in to help her as best he could. The crush that he had felt from her to start with began to grow, and the two were soon wed shortly after. While his beloved wife stayed on to teach, he took a different route and has been doing research into the creation of magical items for the school, as well as helping around with various tinkering problems that arise in the school.
Name: Kai Yamagami
Age: 26
Occupation: Magical Tinker-er
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and weighing 160 lbs, Kai is a rather well built young man. His hair is rather long, to the middle of his back and is held in many small braids, each one fastened with red and gold beads. On his right cheek, he has a rather large vertical scar, from when he was younger. He has grey eyes, a trait he inheirted from his mother. Though, he isn't known for dressing in the most fashionable sense. Choosing tones of brown and black, as they are less likely to stain, he dresses rather simply and messily. Normally, he is seen wandering around in a brown colored tunic and black breeches with black boots, a black belt fastened around his waist. When he is working, he also has a pair of thick goggles and thick brown leather gloves, to protect his face and hands from various hazardous materials. When he has to dress up for formal occasions, he wears red and black instead.
Personality: To describe Kai in a single word would be quite easy: shy. The young man is rather awkward around those of the opposite sex, even if he has been around them for most of his life. He's quiet and cool, but there is a warm heart beating underneath the face he shows to others. There is only one person who has ever really seen the warm side of him, that person being his wife, Alzena. Towards her, he is quite sweet and caring, not to mention exceptionally protective. He would be willing to risk everything, so long as it would keep her safe.
Element: Water
Weaponry: If Kai is pulled into a fight, his prefered weapon is that of a spiked ball on a long chain. It is a little something he had been working on in his favorite manner, and he is certain that he got it right. It has a small switch on the handle, which allows him to cause a blade to come out of the side of the ball for further attacking power.
History: Born the second youngest of the Yamagami family, a presigious mystic family from another country, Kai was considered gifted, even amongst his own family. The beginnings of his ability with water manipulation came at an early age, when he was merely a child. He would often be found pulling water from the cup that his mother had given him, causing it to form into balls of water and playing with it for a few moments before drinking the water ball. At first, the child's antics frightened them, but they soon realized that there was no harm in what the child was doing. They began to encourage him to practice with the skill, which he became quite adept at. When they were certain he could learn no more from him, they sought to find a place that could teach their son more about his strange gift. They found Haven, and after much work, they were able to find a way to send him to the school.
At age 15, Kai was transfered to Haven Academy, where he began to learn more about his art. At first, he wasn't too sure about the place, the language barrier between him and most of the students causing a great deal of problems. Frustrated, he began to delve into books, trying to find a way to make himself understood. With help from a teacher, a solution was found, which was a chain choker that he wore around his neck, with a connecting chain that connected to his ear. With it on, the other students were able to understand him, and he them. It was because of that object that Kai's interest in magical items began. He began tinkering with all sorts of objects, finding uses for all of them. There were many times during his school years that he had to leave the school, to return home. One, around his 18th birthday was because of his elder brothers, Akira and Tomi, being killed. Their over exuberance trying to use their own mystical gifts ended up in their deaths.
When he was 23, Kai properly met the woman he would marry, Alzena. He had seen her many times before, and had developed a bit of a crush on the girl, but didn't make a move on her due to her always hanging around with another student. Though, when he left her, Alezena was distraught, and he stepped in to help her as best he could. The crush that he had felt from her to start with began to grow, and the two were soon wed shortly after. While his beloved wife stayed on to teach, he took a different route and has been doing research into the creation of magical items for the school, as well as helping around with various tinkering problems that arise in the school.
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Midday was approaching over the castle of white marble, gleaming brightly in the sun. Some of those who stayed at the Haven Magic Academy found the glare uncomfortable, but Taischa- he found it very refreshing, for some reason. Probably because of all the time he’d spent in the caverns lately.
He was not the sort used to respect, and found it rather unnerving that Instructors double his age were bowing their ‘Good Mornings’ to him- he’d been gone for just a few short years, after all- but everyone saw how heavily they had weighed upon him. The ebon hair which had always been tousled during his first year teaching his peers was now neat and straight; No longer did a sword grace his belt, but a heavy staff of black metal was in his right hand, supporting him. He favored his right leg, and walked with a slight limp- though the Positive mages assure him that even that would fade in time. But most obvious among the changes was that he was a much more subdued man than he had been before, no longer prone to the wild risks and choices that some had called insane. Surely he had come through them all, but not without his fair share of scars- He was a man burdened with knowledge, and not just physical pain, and the professors knew that. He saw it in their every move, that they pitied him, to an extent.
“I may be wounded for the rest of my life, but I will never be a cripple, and woe to he who says otherwise,” he had declared on his first day back. “And there are still students who can benefit from this new knowledge of mine- so that they do not repeat my mistakes.” And now, he was ready to follow through on this assignment. He had been given a list of the most promising students- and sent them all notices to “Meet at noon in the courtyard, under the pavilion with the blue pennants.” – along with a list of the subjects he was to teach. “Advanced Magical Theory, Spell Creation and Advanced Application of magic- Looks like I’ll be working with another Instructor…” he read aloud, having found his favorite nook in the courtyard unoccupied… And then another subject caught his eye. “Magical and Non-Magical Combat, Advanced levels. Instructor: Taischa.” He sighed- as much as he had told them he did not wish to teach such a course, he had received quite the trial by fire and he couldn’t argue that he’d come up with a few tricks none of his teachers had shown him. These students could benefit from his training. He put the list aside and strode back into the sunlight, back into the pavilion and grassy field he had chosen for his lecture hall. His enthusiasm was returning slowly, the closer it came to the prearranged moment. These were promising students, he was told- they had mastered in a year the lessons that took three for most students to grasp the basics. It reminded him of his own beginnings here, five years ago, at the tender age of seventeen.
He was a man of average height, with a compact, thin build- deceptively so, for he had the reflexes and strength of a warrior. Like all teachers at Haven’s Magic institute, he garbed himself in a long coat, this one midnight blue- a Silver and Sapphire lapel pin ranked him as an upper level teacher. Under that was a clean white shirt, with a pair of black breeches and leather boots. In his hand was his staff- which doubled as his walking stick, making his limp less apparent. It was a simple affair at first glance, though it proved a work of beauty nonetheless. His weapon of choice was a long shaft of a black metal with a tracery of fine golden metal filigree about a third of the way from the top, crowned with a rounded, polished Aquamarine the size of his fist and the same deep blue hue as his eyes. For its beauty alone, he wagered he could get a fortune for it, and he would admit with a grin that it certainly was sturdy enough to fight with, but how often did one find the staff of an Elven Enchantress, especially one that suited him so well? Certainly not often. But to begin his class, he needed students- a glance upward confirmed that the sun was at it’s zenith, and that his students were due to arrive at any second.
He was not the sort used to respect, and found it rather unnerving that Instructors double his age were bowing their ‘Good Mornings’ to him- he’d been gone for just a few short years, after all- but everyone saw how heavily they had weighed upon him. The ebon hair which had always been tousled during his first year teaching his peers was now neat and straight; No longer did a sword grace his belt, but a heavy staff of black metal was in his right hand, supporting him. He favored his right leg, and walked with a slight limp- though the Positive mages assure him that even that would fade in time. But most obvious among the changes was that he was a much more subdued man than he had been before, no longer prone to the wild risks and choices that some had called insane. Surely he had come through them all, but not without his fair share of scars- He was a man burdened with knowledge, and not just physical pain, and the professors knew that. He saw it in their every move, that they pitied him, to an extent.
“I may be wounded for the rest of my life, but I will never be a cripple, and woe to he who says otherwise,” he had declared on his first day back. “And there are still students who can benefit from this new knowledge of mine- so that they do not repeat my mistakes.” And now, he was ready to follow through on this assignment. He had been given a list of the most promising students- and sent them all notices to “Meet at noon in the courtyard, under the pavilion with the blue pennants.” – along with a list of the subjects he was to teach. “Advanced Magical Theory, Spell Creation and Advanced Application of magic- Looks like I’ll be working with another Instructor…” he read aloud, having found his favorite nook in the courtyard unoccupied… And then another subject caught his eye. “Magical and Non-Magical Combat, Advanced levels. Instructor: Taischa.” He sighed- as much as he had told them he did not wish to teach such a course, he had received quite the trial by fire and he couldn’t argue that he’d come up with a few tricks none of his teachers had shown him. These students could benefit from his training. He put the list aside and strode back into the sunlight, back into the pavilion and grassy field he had chosen for his lecture hall. His enthusiasm was returning slowly, the closer it came to the prearranged moment. These were promising students, he was told- they had mastered in a year the lessons that took three for most students to grasp the basics. It reminded him of his own beginnings here, five years ago, at the tender age of seventeen.
He was a man of average height, with a compact, thin build- deceptively so, for he had the reflexes and strength of a warrior. Like all teachers at Haven’s Magic institute, he garbed himself in a long coat, this one midnight blue- a Silver and Sapphire lapel pin ranked him as an upper level teacher. Under that was a clean white shirt, with a pair of black breeches and leather boots. In his hand was his staff- which doubled as his walking stick, making his limp less apparent. It was a simple affair at first glance, though it proved a work of beauty nonetheless. His weapon of choice was a long shaft of a black metal with a tracery of fine golden metal filigree about a third of the way from the top, crowned with a rounded, polished Aquamarine the size of his fist and the same deep blue hue as his eyes. For its beauty alone, he wagered he could get a fortune for it, and he would admit with a grin that it certainly was sturdy enough to fight with, but how often did one find the staff of an Elven Enchantress, especially one that suited him so well? Certainly not often. But to begin his class, he needed students- a glance upward confirmed that the sun was at it’s zenith, and that his students were due to arrive at any second.
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Bright, wondering blue eyes gazed up to the sky, noting the place of the sun. Light, nimble steps pounded along the ground in a flash of crimson and gold darted across the courtyard. The fair skinned Alzena seemed to be quite energetic, as usual. Of course, she always seemed to be more energetic after a meal, but today seemed a bit different. Normally, she would be finding someone, or something to curse off. Today, the young woman almost seemed pleasant. A smile pursed across her soft, full pink lips. I can't believe he's back. Taischa. It's been far too long since I've last seen you, friend. We have much to discuss...
Being of average, maybe a little on the taller side, it wasn't taking Alzena too long to get to her destination. Her long legs decided they did not want to run quite as fast as she had been pushing them. Slowing her pace down, her boots clicked against the ground as she slowed herself to a leisurely pace. Raising one arm up, the red silk of her draping sleeves soon was found to be pressed against her forehead, wiping the small traces of sweat from her smooth skin. Panting a little, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Bring her hand back down, she tilted her head downward. For once, Alzena wanted to make sure she actually looked presentable. Slipping one of her hands to her waist, she made sure the sash that was cinching her was tightly in place, then making sure the crimson robes beneath it were also in order.
Seemingly satisfied with the way she looked, Alzena began to walk once more, her eyes falling upon a figure not too far away. Obviously a male, her eyes drifted across him, noting the dark coat, and then noting the staff, which he seemed to be depending on. While, she wasn't entirely certain why he needed to depend so much on his staff, she tried not to bear it too much mind. Halting her movements quite abruptly, her hand once more reached up, moving to her crimson locks of curls, then patting the back of her head to be sure her buns were in place. Once she was assured she looked decent, she finally found the courage to speak up. Granted, it wasn't her usual noisy voice, but one a bit kinder, sounding quite concerned as she spoke his name. “Taischa. You know, I'm so glad to see you've returned to us.”
Being of average, maybe a little on the taller side, it wasn't taking Alzena too long to get to her destination. Her long legs decided they did not want to run quite as fast as she had been pushing them. Slowing her pace down, her boots clicked against the ground as she slowed herself to a leisurely pace. Raising one arm up, the red silk of her draping sleeves soon was found to be pressed against her forehead, wiping the small traces of sweat from her smooth skin. Panting a little, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Bring her hand back down, she tilted her head downward. For once, Alzena wanted to make sure she actually looked presentable. Slipping one of her hands to her waist, she made sure the sash that was cinching her was tightly in place, then making sure the crimson robes beneath it were also in order.
Seemingly satisfied with the way she looked, Alzena began to walk once more, her eyes falling upon a figure not too far away. Obviously a male, her eyes drifted across him, noting the dark coat, and then noting the staff, which he seemed to be depending on. While, she wasn't entirely certain why he needed to depend so much on his staff, she tried not to bear it too much mind. Halting her movements quite abruptly, her hand once more reached up, moving to her crimson locks of curls, then patting the back of her head to be sure her buns were in place. Once she was assured she looked decent, she finally found the courage to speak up. Granted, it wasn't her usual noisy voice, but one a bit kinder, sounding quite concerned as she spoke his name. “Taischa. You know, I'm so glad to see you've returned to us.”
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The young man turned quickly, abruptly when he heard his name called; "Good morni-" he began, before recognition dawned on him. His eyes widened and the rest of the casual greeting caught in his throat. The red hair, the smile, the warm red and gold tones, all of it was unmistakably Alzena's own. "...Zenny?" he asked when he found his tongue at last, his tone barely concealing a quaver. "...You.. It's... I've... It's been so long," the young mage stammered. "I... I wondered..." he said, but he couldn't bring himself to say it aloud. I wondered if I'd ever see you again. But there she was. She was here, and he was back home...
For a man with an injured leg, he could move pretty fast when he set his mind to it, and right now all he wanted to do was hold her and see if she was still real. The limp, like so much of his melancholy, was lost to the past as he went to embrace his friend.
For a man with an injured leg, he could move pretty fast when he set his mind to it, and right now all he wanted to do was hold her and see if she was still real. The limp, like so much of his melancholy, was lost to the past as he went to embrace his friend.
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An embrace seemed to be the last thing the red haired woman had expected. Her eyes drifted over his form as he rushed towards her, the few spoken words hitting her as he did so. Alzena couldn't help but agree on that fact. Yes, it has been far too long, Taischa. A lot has changed... Letting out a faint breath, Alzena seemed to make no move to return the embrace her old friend had pulled her into. Eyes shutting, and her head lowered, she stood still, having a hard time believing he had actually returned home.
Of course, once the initial shock was over, Alzena soon realized that she wasn't supposed to be very pleased with this situation. No, not at all pleased... She had to remind herself. Nose wrinkling, and her arms raising, she pushed herself out of her dear friend's embrace, hands slipping to her hips, taking on her more usual characteristics. While she did not look completely enraged, there was a mild look of annoyance crossing her face. “Oh, don't you try pulling that bloody 'Zenny' idiocy with me, Taischa! You had me worried sick when you left on your sabbatical, and now you expect me to be happy for your return? Hmph, of all the nerves!”
Arms slipping from her hips, her head turned, and arms crossed in front of her chest. Her eyes shut, trying to stop a smirk from pulling over her lips. I'm angry at him... I am. She had to try to convince herself that she was, still in fact angry that he had left her back then. Losing friends was always hard, but she had been entirely devastated by his leaving. He had been one of the very few people to keep her mildly sane, and one of the people who was privileged enough to call her by her nickname. Of course, after letting out a small sigh, she seemed to calm her being. After taking a few moments, her eyes shifting over to glance back at her dear friend. “Well, at least you've returned in one piece.”
Of course, once the initial shock was over, Alzena soon realized that she wasn't supposed to be very pleased with this situation. No, not at all pleased... She had to remind herself. Nose wrinkling, and her arms raising, she pushed herself out of her dear friend's embrace, hands slipping to her hips, taking on her more usual characteristics. While she did not look completely enraged, there was a mild look of annoyance crossing her face. “Oh, don't you try pulling that bloody 'Zenny' idiocy with me, Taischa! You had me worried sick when you left on your sabbatical, and now you expect me to be happy for your return? Hmph, of all the nerves!”
Arms slipping from her hips, her head turned, and arms crossed in front of her chest. Her eyes shut, trying to stop a smirk from pulling over her lips. I'm angry at him... I am. She had to try to convince herself that she was, still in fact angry that he had left her back then. Losing friends was always hard, but she had been entirely devastated by his leaving. He had been one of the very few people to keep her mildly sane, and one of the people who was privileged enough to call her by her nickname. Of course, after letting out a small sigh, she seemed to calm her being. After taking a few moments, her eyes shifting over to glance back at her dear friend. “Well, at least you've returned in one piece.”
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The instructor visibly winced when she mentioned his relatively intact body- she didn't know about his leg. As soon as her support moved back away, he had to quickly shift more of his weight back to the new staff he carried. "You don't change, do you?" Tai replied as she moved away. The sudden welling of emotion faded quickly, leaving behind an obvious calm, an emotionless mask... That was new. Before he had worn everything on his sleeves. "Well, shame on me for getting all sentimental. First time I see you in three years and you tell me off? No, you haven't changed a bit." He at last allowed himself a grim smile. "If you're so wounded, I'll pay your next bar tab to make it up to you."
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His mind was a mix of many different thoughts, all serving only to confuse and distract him. He was walking, he did a lot of that now it seemed... He'd mostly walked from his home to the trainstop, and now he was walking from the trainstop to the castle. Granted, he was much closer then he had been, but he had to walk slowly because he was frightfully weak as far as stamina went. His thoughts were mostly on how much he disliked having to be out amoung people.. He'd come from a small town in a big open area. There had been many places to hide in the grass or trees to go unnoticed, and though he did like to help people, he tried to interact with them as little as possible, he mostly found them to be to bouisterous or loud. He sighed a bit and lifted his book up, he was having a terribly hard time concentrating on the words and watching where he was going, another reason he didn't like being around so many people, he had to move around people, he couldn't just walk in a straight line and concentrate on only not hitting trees or buildings.
He wasn't actually studying like an outside viewer might have thought, he was reading a fiction novel, one of his favorite in a series of three. It was more about science then magic, some made up world where magic didn't exist, utterly absurd, but still entertaining. He loved reading how people interperated how the world could have become, how people delt with day to day activities without the life saving effects of magic, how they healled people with the miracle of only hands, without curing someone with a mix of herbs or the flowing goodness that seemed to pour from his mother like water from an underground spring.
He was nearing the school now, it would be his very first year, and he was incredibly nervious. He'd never been in such a huge place before, never been around so many people who specilized in magic, he was afraid that he wouldn't be as good as his fellow classmates, or that he wouldn't get along well and he would have a hard time, but none the less he was determined. Determined to see it through to the end, to make his family proud of him and learn something if he could. He hoped he would be smart enough, both to learn and study and to keep any smart alick comment he might think up to himself, the last thing he needed was to upset a student or teacher and get on someone's bad side.
When he finally reached the castle, he decided to stop and finish his book before proceeding any further. It wasn't hard to find a suitable tree, and even less difficult to pull his bag and himself up onto the lowest branch. He hung his bag off the tree so he wouldn't have to worry about keeping a hold on it, then pulled one leg close and let the other hang off the branch. It was nice to finally be able to focus. Bright green eyes scanned the words quickly, completely enveloped into the story, brown hair mostly shading his face and brushing lightly across his shoulders, pale hands where covered in aqua sleeves that reached out in a point to his middle finger and wrapped back around his wrist, a large colored stone sitting over each hand, nothing more then decoration, but he liked them well enough. He wore a short sleeved, darker blue tunic like shirt over the longer one, it stopped just at his waist and had a hood that fell against his back when not in use. He was wearing shorts, the same color blue as his sleeves. His boots came up to his knee in a blue as dark as the sky before sunset with black buckles. He was completely at home in the tree, it was the first time he'd felt so comfortable since he'd left his home. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think that maybe a few years at the school wouldn't be so bad... At least, as long as he could escape to a nearby tree every now and again..
He wasn't actually studying like an outside viewer might have thought, he was reading a fiction novel, one of his favorite in a series of three. It was more about science then magic, some made up world where magic didn't exist, utterly absurd, but still entertaining. He loved reading how people interperated how the world could have become, how people delt with day to day activities without the life saving effects of magic, how they healled people with the miracle of only hands, without curing someone with a mix of herbs or the flowing goodness that seemed to pour from his mother like water from an underground spring.
He was nearing the school now, it would be his very first year, and he was incredibly nervious. He'd never been in such a huge place before, never been around so many people who specilized in magic, he was afraid that he wouldn't be as good as his fellow classmates, or that he wouldn't get along well and he would have a hard time, but none the less he was determined. Determined to see it through to the end, to make his family proud of him and learn something if he could. He hoped he would be smart enough, both to learn and study and to keep any smart alick comment he might think up to himself, the last thing he needed was to upset a student or teacher and get on someone's bad side.
When he finally reached the castle, he decided to stop and finish his book before proceeding any further. It wasn't hard to find a suitable tree, and even less difficult to pull his bag and himself up onto the lowest branch. He hung his bag off the tree so he wouldn't have to worry about keeping a hold on it, then pulled one leg close and let the other hang off the branch. It was nice to finally be able to focus. Bright green eyes scanned the words quickly, completely enveloped into the story, brown hair mostly shading his face and brushing lightly across his shoulders, pale hands where covered in aqua sleeves that reached out in a point to his middle finger and wrapped back around his wrist, a large colored stone sitting over each hand, nothing more then decoration, but he liked them well enough. He wore a short sleeved, darker blue tunic like shirt over the longer one, it stopped just at his waist and had a hood that fell against his back when not in use. He was wearing shorts, the same color blue as his sleeves. His boots came up to his knee in a blue as dark as the sky before sunset with black buckles. He was completely at home in the tree, it was the first time he'd felt so comfortable since he'd left his home. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think that maybe a few years at the school wouldn't be so bad... At least, as long as he could escape to a nearby tree every now and again..
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Umm ok completly ignore my messeges...Rude you could at less tell me.
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((Nyu, I'm glad you joined, Ali! <333
And, before I make my post here, Necro`s~Rose, first of all, I saw no posts here from you. Second of all, unless you are up on the list of accepted profiles, which, by looking, I see you aren't, you cannot post in here! Now, I suggest either PMing Sando a good profile, or get the hell out of here. ))
And, before I make my post here, Necro`s~Rose, first of all, I saw no posts here from you. Second of all, unless you are up on the list of accepted profiles, which, by looking, I see you aren't, you cannot post in here! Now, I suggest either PMing Sando a good profile, or get the hell out of here. ))