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[@whizzball1] A magical school RP? I see no reason why that wouldn't work. The magic system interests me as well. Now you just have to create a character that you find interesting, creative limitations be damned. Filling out the character sheet would probably be the easiest way to do this.
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This should do. Unfortunately, the main limitation is that the description of magic and aeons in the roleplay implies magic can only be descended from one Aeon. If that particular limitation is discarded then the only real limitations are setting and the logical limitation (as I describe in my examinations), which encourage me to make powers that fit with the theme and not just something totally random. Additionally, if the characters didn't need to be human Spectre would be made entirely out of crystal. (Right now he's human but looks crystalline when using his magic.)

[hider=Spectre Merivale]
Name: Spectre Merivale

Age: 16

Gender: Male

[hider=Appearance] 
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Spectre is eccentric in outfit as well as in person. Fair of skin and bright red of eyes, he doesn't care much about how he looks as long as he always follows the same motif: that of an unkempt, almost-formal businessman. His jacket or coat is never closed and certainly never proper in an office, and his white-collar shirt may as well not have a collar at all except to hold his loose tie. His dress pants tend to be close-fitting and too short, owing to his tall but thin build. His socks only ever match in colour, but his shoes are perfectly neat. You can tell he's around by the satisfying sound of his shoes striking the floor.

His hair is naturally white as snow, but he occasionally makes it look a dark ocean blue with a superficial illusion. One illusion of his, however, is by no means voluntary; when he uses his magic his body takes on a crystalline complexion, once-smooth skin overlaid with geometrically perfect facets that glitter in the light. And no matter what he's doing, if you look closely you can see a faint glow all about his person, shining through his clothes.
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Year: 3

Rank: Journeyman

Room No. 314

[hider=Personality]
Spectre Merivale is eccentric and slightly socially inept. His upbringing did not encourage meaningful interaction with others, friends, family, or otherwise. All he really knows is how to make witty, snarky jokes and how to enliven a conversation. But his personality is almost entirely superficial—practically everything he does and says stems from his eccentricity and sarcasm-disguised excitability.

If there's one thing about him that goes deeper than the expressions on his face, it's his abiding, unyielding pursuit of goodness. He absolutely hates the idea of unkindness and evil within himself, and his zeal against it in others is unmatched. He's not exceptionally confrontational about it if he can stop evil clandestinely or discreetly, no matter how small, even if it's his friends. In fact, he cares more about ending it in his friends than in anyone else.

He wishes he could be deeper than that, a better friend, a slightly more emotional man, but he knows it may take a while, if ever. Still, he perseveres.
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[hider=Magical Discipline]
Spectre's magic deals primarily with light and descends from three Aeons: Creation, Destruction, and Existence. At this point in Spectre's training, his skill lies in the first two portions, but it will not be long until he finds himself in the third.

Spectre came from a family of Destructionists but first unlocked his magic in Creation. With what power he could muster up at a young age he was able to form nigh-unbreakable constructs of light that moved freely according to his will. His magical reserves, unfortunately, were small and weak. With no real supply of power he could do little to nothing on a regular basis.

When his anger against evil awakened, so did a new aspect of his power, and he found himself able to utilise the absence of light in one way and one way only: absorbing the energy in others and transferring it to himself. If he could catch someone with his shadowy tendrils he could start to drain them. He showed restraint so as not to alienate his family further, and his magical reserves grew with practice so that he had to use his destructive power less and less. Nowadays, it certainly helps in a fight, but he prefers to go all on his own power rather than enlarge his wellspring artificially.

His real potential is in the Aeon of Existence, but only because of the nature of his potential for Creation. Spectre's constructs of light are more than just sturdy objects; they channel natural magic with incredible ease at almost no magical expenditure for their creator. At this point, Spectre is beginning to notice, and with formulae, maths, and a lot of research, he will unlock the power of the Crystal Matrix. Crystal Matrices are simply disks made of light, just like the rest of Spectre's constructs, but the disks are layered with perfect fractal patterns and etched with precise magical channels.

The Matrices pull in natural magic and use it to channel the environment itself. Each Crystal Matrix uses the environment to do purely natural things—but the flow of magic encourages rapidity, efficiency, and efficacy. One Matrix may reflect and even amplify the force of a physical attack; another may dispel the magical energy in an attack it or even encourage its absorption by Spectre. Yet another could speed up blood clotting or the knitting of bones or encourage the growth of a plant—and some Matrices take more energy from Spectre than do others. But their sheer efficiency is to be envied.
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Equipment: Spectre wields a sword—a real sword—that looks like it might be made of light. He uses it to channel his magic into energetic beams of light and sometimes to "draw" his constructs in midair. It's all for show at this point, but it points to another aspect of his: precision. Spectre is incredibly graceful in every action. He will not do something if he can't do it as efficiently and precisely as possible, and the showier, the better. Every step he takes is timed, every flourish of his hands—and, in battle, every spell, every attack, and every construct. He has mastered the art of precision in all things, a quality that is important to his magic in all its forms, but he has done it at the painful cost of important social development at a young age.

[hider=Biography]
Spectre came from a long line of mages that operated under the Aeon of Destruction and Destruction alone. They expected much from their firstborn, but when all their attempts to awaken their kind of magic within him failed, their disappointment was palpable. When the stress got to him and woke his magic of Creation instead, his extended family shunned him and those closest to him hid behind pity. His was a homeschooling family, so he had few real relationships outside of his home. So, isolated against his will, he spent all his time training when he wasn't teaching himself the subjects his family failed to instruct him in.

His magical reserves were incredibly tiny. With so little energy to go on at any given moment he had to be extremely efficient, and his talent for precision grew quickly. His creations fascinated his younger siblings, both of whom ended up with Destruction Magic, but his parents started keeping him away from them as if he were infecting them with his creativity. However, he discovered a chance for redemption when, extinguishing his light incorrectly, he ended up with tangible darkness in its place. Black magic—a stroke of luck! Upon experimentation, he found that he could extract the energy from plants and animals, but his parents were not as overjoyed as he had hoped. They half-heartedly encouraged further experimentation and, with unexpected kindness, let him test his abilities on them.

A whole new world opened up to him. Though his drain on the magic of others was temporary, the effect on him was both temporary and permanent. Little by little he expanded his wellspring with his parents' consent, showing great restraint even as he learned to do bigger and better things with the magic he truly loved. Disappointed with his growing love for Creation magic, Spectre's uncle pushed him to use his Destruction magic more and more.  Things came to a head on the day he accidentally used it to kill his favourite pet—and, with it, he nearly killed his little sister, as well. That was the day he swore off evil entirely; his uncle was found gulity for much worse than influencing Spectre and he himself was shipped right off to a magical boarding school.

For a couple of young years he distinguished himself there with exemplary performance and marked improvement. With a few new friends acting as willing sources for his magic, he soon grew his magical reserves to an actually reasonable level and was noticed for his abilities, academic and magical, by the Breakfast University for Magic.
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If Spectre was forced to sacrifice something important in order to move forward, he would choose his Destruction magic in a heartbeat. It has some use in fights, but he can improve his magical reserves on his own, now, if slower than he could at his full Aeonic potential.

If Spectre were given a single wish, he would have asked for the love of his parents a few years ago. He supposes he'll figure out himself, now, and he'd rather they actually love him rather than being forced to. Instead, he'd probably wish for the ability to create anything he wanted; he'd find that rather useful.
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