Satsuki

For the Glory of The Empire

I imagine that the teleportation spell isn't so much taboo as it is expensive. Requiring a setup and a refined conduit to help aim where you are going. Short blinks are probably something any mid level mage can do. But the main form of teleportation is done out of a specific location that has the right magical properties.
As for the time magic, I was suggesting that she causes small lapses on herself as to allow her to move faster than she should. Think a highten reaction time and more time to consider the outcome (Sherlok homes thinking segment) But rather than animating it all out it would just seem like she is quick to come to an educated opinion on the situation.
While she was younger I imagine she likely faced several lectures and even a formal punishment issued by the council. Such as Being stripped of her family staff for a year. (A tool that makes using her magics easier, but this was also a teaching aid from the council who saw a powerful magus using a crutch. As they would see this as an opportunity for growth in other areas.)
Does this make sense to you or am I using the word time to in the wrong sense for this rp

For the Glory of The Empire

Hider

Name:Xiliphan Myio LaMontiya
Age:22
Gender:Female
Rank: Noble
Species: Lamonti---Human
Appearance: A mage set to inherit her house, physically fit, regal bearing and not one blemish on her prefect skin. Her hair has clearly been maintained by the most expensive products money can buy.
Personality: Odd, Obsessive yet flippant. She cares or she doesn't there is no in-between and no cause for a false tact. While there is a hint of arrogance, she conducts herself far more humble then her upbringing would portray.
History As the eldest child of the Lamontiya family she has been groomed from birth to be the highest class mage...Not that she wasn't also taught to act like a lady and politician those just didn't take. From the day they started her training with magic she took to it with an almost scary level of dedication. But as fate would have it, she would have a forte in magics of time and space, one of which she was strictly told not to use...So like any young child told not to. Her skill in the concept of time grew to a point that it drew the attention of the council whom sent a formal warning. Which in turn ended up costing the little girl her formal teaching in the arts seeing that it could damage the families reputation.
But this only made her more capable in the art of subterfuge as she would teleport about and steal any information about magic from any source she could find. By the time she was 16 she had one of the largest illegal libraries and broadest understandings of the magic concepts. Her family would eventually cave as the understood they couldn't stop her, so at the least they could act like they where aware of what she was doing. Luckily she now has two younger siblings that can do that political nonsense and she can focus on her studies.
As the years have progressed she has only gotten better at her rather unique brand of magic, while her roots where formal she has become more and more eccentric in her rather haphazard self taught style. Many of her spells have raised both an eyebrow and a finger as while they are more efficient they often come at the cost to her safety. One such left an audience stunned at a unintended duel of honor that grew from a conversation of theory...But when someone is "Prideful plebian playing powerful." You can understand why her opponent fought with an unusual fervor. But in the altercation she unveiled a spell that was not only instant and powerful, but seemed to have a luck dictating its result...This solidified her position as both a magus to both respect as well as be wary of.
Extra: Uses taboo time magic more often than she should for reasons that hardly call for it...Such as aging wine. The most common way she uses her skill can be found on page 1 of the ooc!T

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The Darwin Project {An asylum roleplay}[REBOOT]

Name Rose "Thorn" Doom
Age 16
Gender Female
Appearance
Adaptation Innate regenerative capabilities and the ability to share this ability with others.
Song (A song that represents them/their life)
Bio: "I like to feel good." A statement most would agree too, but the sensual tone of the sixteen year old girl that uttered it is what most would call disturbing. A child with a dark youth, a mixture of perversion and abuse litter it, but it only came to light upon her first true outburst.

Personality Unstable
Number 10
(WIP Work complications didn't allow me the time I wanted to spend working on it today.)

The Darwin Project {An asylum roleplay}[REBOOT]

@Tip Hey, not certain if this reboot is still going to be a thing. But I would like to rejoin up.

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The magical words, Andarta smiled at this turn of events, Parkinson was begging for her to catch her! Ha! She knew it, no one dislikes pysical contact! Even pain feels good, makes you want to rebel. What is pain anyway, An electrical signal fired off from the nerves to inform the brain of danger, but can also be caused by stress, your bodies tension can trigger constricting of....Parkinson is about to crash into her by that point. A single arm reached out running along Parkinson's much smaller one, to grasp her at the shoulder. In a smooth motion, she would eliminate the momentum of the fall by pulling Parkinson into her, all the while spinning to ensure it wasn't a slam!

The motion ended with Parkinson pulled to Andarta and their other hand held out to the side....

"I know how to Ballroom dance! That was a mixture of figure skating and a Waltz over arch!"

She turned to Johnny, "Wait wait! Can you do that too?!" just as abruptly kneeled down to her much smaller counterpart to look her in the eye. "Lets go practice! We could be the best dancers ever! In the history of our brief lives even!" She began to pull Parkinson along in the direction of the training room. With her other hand she grabbed Johnny's loose garments. "You as well! Lets go punch each other! I feel like you would like it as much as I would." Sure he could resist, but she doubted he would.

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"Hey. You. It's Parkinson. P-A-R-K-I-N-S-O-N. Or 332, 3-3-2. Not Parky. Not Parks. And ABSOLUTELY NOT Blondie! Got it, AN-DAR-TA?"

.....P-A-R-K-I-N-S-O-N....Letters are fun to think. The way they separate and take more time to think and say than how they do combined is so strange. They are the same amount but more?! Ooooh and numbers as well.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Looked at the man, he was a man. Unlike the boys. He had the proper build for it, she thought of how his musculature lines up and folds over the skeletal structure. His limits in flexibility would make it ideal to...Her mental bout was interrupted by Starface! HOW DARE HE

"Andarta, is it? I think you should listen to Parkinson. She's clearly upset about your nicknames and we're under enough pressure and stress as it is without anyone adding to it - don't call someone by something they don't wish to be called by. I think we can all appreciate that, no?"

Her smile never dropped but now her brow furrowed, annoyed with the 'boys' attitude. She tossed Johnny a Half-ass Salute noting the direction of where he arrived from "Heeeey I wanted to use that stuff first! You didn't break anything did you! You look like you could break stuff! We should fight I wanna break you!" A light-hearted tone despite the gravity of her notion. Her eyes shifted to the midget little punk-ass who needs to step off before...." I don't like you Starboy, Shuddup!" Her attention shifts back to her inital Objective. "Sorry sorry! P-A-R-K-inson! I was just looking for you because they have the big training center and the food stuffs! Oh and the lights are soooo bright here! Did you see the chair in that one room! It was a really nice chair!" The woman had not noticed she had walked over to the girl, and at some point in her questions she had picked her up, similar to how you pick up a smaller child.

"I like this place! Even if it only has one man for me to break!" Wait break? Is that the right word. She pulls Parkinson close as she questions. "Break is the right word right? I don't want to look stupid." Suddenly she tosses Parkinson in the air as she panics at the notion she had picked her up at all.

"Oh shit! Sorry! You don't like the touching!" Wait she just threw the girl into the air....How high! Wow she was so light If there was not a ceiling how much higher could she throw her?Throw....SHIT! "Wait can I catch you?! I don't want to make you mad!"

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Attendance is always an issue *sighs*

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The tour of the Lockdown was met with a child like wonder. But Andarta felt her heart skip a beat at the training facilities, the amount of space and various equipment. "I am home..." but alas the trip moved on.
As would be expected of someone of Andarta's personality she was trying to do anything but sit still. Constantly running to here and there, she was going absolutely mad with the inability cut loose. Sure she could physically move, but it took no time at all to figure out she was a Falcon in a hamster cage. She needed to get out, or at least go for a real run, her body desired to improve and push past itself. If ever an opportunity arose she was definitely going to attempt to drag someone to the training facility, and by someone it was most likely going to be Parkinson...

She acclimated fairly well in the short period no longer shocked by the common occurrences like an ideas or emotions, that said she still is shocked by the actions of others. Parkinson constantly informed her of things that annoyed her. It was like the list was ever expanding! Andarta worked hard to try and keep it in mind. The boys where pretty, in the literal sense, and that irritated her as she has watched them none of them had square features and for the most part looked delicate. Johnny being the exception, she really wanted to trade blows with him, he just seemed like it would be fun...

On her 7th lap she finally sighed, opting to stop and find someone to bothe-talk too. Rather than act civil about it she started to Jog calling out for "Hey Parky! Parkkkkkks! Blondiiiiie!" Nope not in this area.....She started to bolt full sprint to the library...Something about Parkinson made her seem the type to hide in a quite boring place like a library..She closed her yes as she thought about it, while sprinting almost 40kph,
"How're you feeling, Sony? I'm thinking of heading to the library, what about you?"
Wow that sounded like it was...Her thoughts lead to the opening of her eyes, allowing her to notice she had almost trampled the pair of Sony and 'star-face' in a last second reaction, she vaulted over the pair, she naturally turned it into a axel spin as to help burn momentum....and look reallllllly cool.

"Yo!!!! Sup' Tiny!" She tosses Sony a nod before asking the pair. "You seen my little friend? Shes this tall, and looks like shes about to hit me at any moment." While the words may sound snide her tone and phrasing made it obvious she thought nothing of it.

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*tosses the rest of his papers as he puts his shoes on his MAHOGANY desk* "This is why I never sign off on anything first.

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I was pretty sure we where closed. But I may have missed a memo. *Papers fall from his desk* It has be known to happen.