Baklava

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Callan Upgrade!

Callan can now manifest Misery as a weapon without losing her superbuffs. Even with her superstrength, however, the weapon is very heavy for her to lift.

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𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 / / 𝟘𝟞𝟜𝟝

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The starry sky and vast ocean greeted her once again. Fear tainted the optimism she tried her best to cling to as she stood upon the surface. Control. This meant she would be stronger, didn't it? More capable of controlling the contemptible monster that was glued to her heels. Like a diseased stray dog that couldn't tell the difference between its food and the hand delivering it.

The breathless beauty of her surroundings helped her do away with such negative thoughts. In spite of her fear, she liked this place. In spite of her fear, it seemed perfect. Tailored for her and her alone. This was only her third visit and already she felt she knew it like the back of her hand. Enough to notice that something was different.

A warm breeze moved sea and sky alike. As if both were made of water, the wind rippled each surface until, slowly, they fell into a perpetual motion. The sound of crashing waves lulled her forward as a familiar droplet of water rose to meet her. She knew what to do.

I knew what to do. Reaching forward, I knew something was off the moment I touched it. Or, I should say... for the first time, it seemed to touch me. It was warm and tender and curious. I felt no hostility towards the strange sensation as it not only spread across my skin, but into the far reaches of my mind. Where words do not exist.

She thought the vision might end there. It felt as though it were meant to, but then she caught sight of her hands. As before, a thick black substance encased her skin. It was disgusting and wrong. She hated it. Callan sloughed it off like thick amalgamating tar. It fell at her feet in sheets and globs, squirming and writhing and looking altogether quite terrible until the sudden onset of gravity pulled her back through the starry waters.

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When the guards came pounding at the door, Callan was already awake. A ringing in her ears and a pounding in her head left her stationary, waiting for the fog to clear. In contrast, her heart was racing with excitement. Something had changed. Something good. Beneath a mess of starry blankets and sheets, Callan burrowed her head beneath pillows as the pounding at the door grew louder, interrupting her thoughts and irritating her brain.

From the abyss beneath several pillows, she withdrew a maroon colored jacket with a diamond pattern across the right shoulder and collar bone. Its water repelling fabric was Callan's testament to just barely having enough presence of mind to recognize the harsh rain beating at the outside of the window. As she slid her feet into her tennis shoes, Callan pulled the elastic band away from her nightly hair bun, tousling her curly locks as they fell just past her shoulders.

A quick glance in the mirror confirmed she had enough mascara left over from the day before to absolve herself from reapplication. Carefully rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she and her roommates were led out into the hellish weather, Callan steadily grew more alert as she realized they were not being led to class. It was too early for class anyway. Were they fighting monsters again so soon?

Suspicions confirmed, Callan attentively listened to ever scrap of given information. Staring at the screen before her, she felt unnerved. After the last battle, she had promised herself she would stay closer to her teammates. Make sure what happened to Padma wouldn't happen to anybody else. But, while she couldn't argue with the apparent logic behind this set up, she feared for her roommates.

Perhaps that was somehow selfish. Callan quickly realized that she was far more worried about Marcus and Siena than any of the others. Worse still, she even felt a tinge more of concern for Marcus than Siena. She should be equally concerned about everyone-- shouldn't she? That's what a real hero would do.

But Marcus and Siena were... all she really had. She couldn't bring herself to feel that burning desire to win like she had when she used to think about home. Home was gone. In every sense of the word, she had destroyed it. Suite 430 in Building A with Marcus and Siena-- that was home now. And though she'd only been there for a short period of time... she liked it. Enough to do anything within her power to protect it, anyway.

Perhaps this latest development was a sign. Dreamcatcher giving her the tools she needed to succeed.

Only one way to find out.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

Haha, I'm the same way when I start a new RP. Especially when I'm GMing.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

@Avemelle AHHH, I thought it looked familiar!

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

@Avemelle Sorry Makoto is such a negative butt. Personally, I think the school looks downright lovely.

..::Baklava's Character Codex::..

Makoto

180 cm | 74 kg | Athletic Build | Brown Hair | Golden Hazel Eyes



𝙰𝚐𝚎:
Seventeen
𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎:
Wizard
𝙳𝙾𝙱:
January 14, 2000
𝙾𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:
Student / Part Time Grocer




𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐:




𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍:

Makoto lived alone with his mother in an almost equally quaint little town far away from Hishiro. The youngest of three brothers who had long since moved away to find success, Makoto worked hard to ensure his mother, who was getting on in years, was always happy and comfortable. His father passed away before he was born and his mother worked hard to support Makoto and his brothers throughout her younger years.

In spite of the unfathomable amount of love he has for his mother, one would never guess Makoto had a loving bone in his body. He is cold and distant. Between school, work, and chores, Makoto made little time in his schedule for friends. When Ms. Tohru's letter came, Makoto was on the brink of tossing it into the trash before his mother excitedly plucked it from his hands. Admittedly, Makoto had been struggling to keep up with his schoolwork. Money was tight and his mother was too frail to work. Things such as homework and studying often took the back seat in his efforts to keep everything afloat.

His mother insisted he go, having always loved Makoto's magic. He was her only child to inherit his father's magical qualities. She felt he should improve his talents and not squander such a grand opportunity. Makoto was stubborn as ever, but could not hold his ground against the desperate urgency in her voice. Reluctantly he agreed on the condition that he be allowed to send her money once he found himself a new part time job in Hishiro. The next morning, bags in hand, Makoto hugged his mother goodbye and stepped through Ms. Tohru's portal.

𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌:

Shapeshifting - While Makoto can transform into just about any animal with enough concentration, he is particularly talented at three. The first being a simple tabby cat with gold eyes and a coat comprised of light brown fur with sections of white around the paws, face, and tip of the tail. Makoto's second transformation is that of a brown and white border collie, though it is perhaps a touch larger in size than most collies tend to be. Finally, his third transformation is a small brown fox sparrow donning white feathers on his chest and belly and wings with a reddish hue. When shape shifted, Makoto is unable to fully understand or communicate with other animals. Makoto must also be wary not to remain in any given animal state for too long or else he tends to lose himself.

He once fell asleep as a cat one night and, upon waking up, immediately headed for the backyard to hunt mice. By the time he realized what was happening, he was extremely late for school and still struggling to come out of his previous mindset. One poor girl fell victim to his feline urges as he rudely reached across her desk and swatted her pencil out of her hand in the middle of a test. It was tremendously awkward for everyone involved and Makoto has since been quite adamant not to repeat his mistake.

𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝:

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From Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

In a literal flash, Makoto found himself standing before what seemed like a very underwhelming welcoming committee. One moment he was standing in the quiet street outside his home and the next-- this. He blinked several times as his eyes recovered from the white light of Ms. Tohru's portal. Looking past the two woman before him, Makoto's gaze fell on the vine covered school. Also underwhelming. This was supposed to be a magic school, wasn't it? Couldn't they have magically made the school look a bit... nicer?

Old. That was his first impression of the building. He casually waved at the only two staff in sight-- one of which he was sure had to be Ms. Tohru. Trying to guess which of the pair she might be, his impeccable optimism kept right along. What sort of deranged headmaster sends out simple school invitations with such little explanation? He knew next to nothing about this town or this school. There had been no phone number. No website. No pamphlet. A school he'd agreed to go to and he didn't even know its name.

What was he even doing here? He should be back home. Focusing on his hum-drum little life where nothing happened. Where nothing was new or weird or mysterious. But even as he stood there alone-- the first to arrive and hopefully not the last-- he felt a twinge of excitement deep within the confines of his soul. Something that had nothing to do with appeasing the wishes of his senile mother who'd thought this was such a good idea. Bar the request of his credit card number, that letter seemed like an obvious scam.

No, the excitement was his. As was this perturbing desire to know. Aside from his shapeshifting, there was nothing remarkable about Watanabe Makoto. Working was all he'd ever been good at and even then-- he'd been written up several times for sleeping on the job after taking up that late night study course. But surely he'd been sent this letter for a reason? He was here for a reason?

He sighed and adjusted his bag on his shoulder. Probably not. Any minute now they'd likely check their records and inform him this was all some big mistake. That or they'd start requesting credit card numbers and say they'd all won a cruise.

If he hurried, he could probably get his old jobs back when he got home....

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@Furia @Captain Jenno Right Tunnel Update! Tally-ho!

Or should I say... tally-Hogarth!

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Right Tunnel Group

Emerging on the other side of the false wall, Zephyrus and Naviela were greeted by a remarkably average looking room. Compared to their previous settings, anyway. The hands did not pursue them through the passageway-- why was anyone's guess. A peak through the wall again would quickly reveal that the last of the Wallmasters were skittering back up the wall and into the dark abyss above. Perhaps little Jillian was enough to sate their hunger-- assuming Wallmasters ate at all.

The room wherein they now stood did in fact have a ceiling, however. A very high ceiling, but at least you could see it. Two lit torches hung on each of the four walls. As with the rest of the temple, there were no windows. But also no doors. At the rooms center, an ornate pedestal stood erect. Ancient Sheikah glyphs writhed around its surface. If the images were meant to tell a story, it was incomprehensible-- resembling something closer to a mass of stone worms slithering around the column.

A glorious red stone sat atop the pedestal, delicately held in place by three bent metal prongs. It was just large enough to require two hands to carry. A soft red glow resonated from the ruby, pulsing like a heart beat. Altogether, it was a breathtaking sight, exuding an aura of esteemed value and plentiful wealth.

There, at the foot of the column supporting the glorious stone, sat poor Hogarth. Nursing a terribly wounded eye, it was clear to see how the young rock-eater had managed to safely clear the bridge while rolling. A trail of blood, led to a decently sized puddle at Hogarth's feet. Hand pressed firmly against the offended eye, he lifted his head with a violent shudder.

He opened his mouth to speak, but only a whimpering sob escaped him. Fat goron tears rolled down his cheeks.

It was a pitiful sight. One that seemed to make Lethe very uncomfortable as she remained frozen by the entrance, curiously allowing the others to go ahead and attend to Hogarth while she anxiously rubbed her arm and watching in silence.

H e l l o

@Andromeda09 Welcome to the guild, brah! Best of luck to you!