[h3] Sera Kennithson [/h3]
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The grand hall was filled with other students before Sera even realised they'd started filing in, the person at the front was clearly the headmaster of the academy - a man named Arken who wasted no time in laying down a few rules, and of course starting up an exercise for everyone to show off their abilities.

Those who'd been before Sera were an odd bunch, a golem, someone with the power to control fear, your typical necromancer. One couldn't even use his abilities and the other only showed a small amount of power - although they might have been holding themselves back.

Sera decided it was best to get this brief exercise over and done with, she stood and walked into the centre of the room. As she walked, ice formed along the ground and grand spires rose up around her. 

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"My names, Sera Kennithson, I'm faefolk. And I'm what? 240 odd years old now, give or take," she said, rattling it off while rocking back and forth on her feet, "as for what I can do, well let's find out shall we?" she gave a wild grin as she began to levitate off of the floor. Flight was interesting, but ice was far much more so.

Sera closed her eyes and threw her hands out, lifting them slowly. As she did, cracked formed along several of the ice spires and they slowly began to raise up from their rest. The slowly, but surely began to move her hands, and the spires mimicked her actions. Slowly they began to spin, and lose shape. Become one single entity above her head. This orb span faster and faster, as Sera's arms worked. And then, the ball of ice sat itself on the ground and slowed to a halt. In it's place a rudimentary and certainly unflattering sculpture of Arken.

Sera flew around it once or twice, admiring her work. "And that's it, flying and Ice. They're my jam," she said as she turned to the crowd before flying out of the zone and resetting it to it's original state.