Name: Yrhen (ee-rehn) Oharra

Appearance:
At 5'5" and 95 lbs. Yrhen has a very slight build to say the least, but despite her low weight she does not seem unhealthy. As she is always wearing loose fitting clothes her physique is not as apparent as her height. She has long, light brown hair, medium brown eyes, and tan skin. Her hair is long and only slightly wavy, almost always tied in a low ponytail with a red elastic band. She is reasonably attractive but generally more plain in appearance than most. She can be mistaken for a young or effeminate boy by the less observant.

Yrhen is seen wearing the same outfit almost 100% or the time. She favors a dull grey, baggy pair of pants and oversized jacket of an almost military uniform style. The jacket and pants have several large pockets, and are tucked into brown leather boots and gloves respectively. The jacket has a high collar and she wears a beret of the same grey color on her head. Her hair is usually tucked inside the jacket.

She insists on keeping her rifle with her at all times or at least as much as is permitted. The large, 13mm bolt action is mostly painted in white and mottled grey. Yrhen takes meticulous care of this weapon which she has named Blind Intervention.



Age: 18

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Occupation: Student

Personality:
Yrhen is one of the most unpleasant and antisocial individuals one could have the misfortune of meeting. She seems to foster at minimum a quiet, simmering hatred for the world and everything in it. Her face generally switches between only three expressions: disgust, a deep scowl, or blank and emotionless.

Yrhen comes across as irritable and disagreeable when interacting with others, but a very 'by the book' kind of person as well. She is meticulous and focused on her work and surprisingly well behaved as a student, at least where the teachers are concerned. However, this behavior is simply a strong value for professionalism and less a positive note of her personality.

Maintaining a standoffish attitude or being outright mean she keeps her peers at a distance. While actually quite bitter from life experience this behavior is a defensive front; at her core Yrhen is simply afraid. She is afraid of getting close to others and of certain things about her coming to light. Most of all she is afraid of getting close to someone, enough to trust them, only to have history repeat itself. At her core Yrhen is an insecure, anxious, emotional mess; albeit with more empathy and concern for others than she lets on or even realizes.

• Openness: 50
• Neuroticism: 30
• Agreeableness: 15
• Extroversion: 10
• Conscientiousness: 80

Biography:
Yrhen was born in an isolated town and grew up without a father and not much of a mother. Yrhen's mother even abandoned her for several years when she was very young. Even when she returned the woman was more interested in drinking herself into a stupor than raising a daughter. Her only positive relationships were with her grandparents, who also taught her valuable practcal skills. Pe'pe and Me'me, as Yrhen called them, raised the girl as best they could, but there were some things they could not protect her from.

Yrhen has spent most of her life mostly isolated and moving from town to town. Being into a very poor family Yrhen often tried to make up for what her family lacked by helping out where she could. Yrhen insisted on learning how to hunt, hoping to help provide food and a little extra money. Her grandparents taught her how to use their old weapons and the basic principles of magic to make sure she made it back home. Having given up on making friends and disgusted with her mother Yrhen spent most of her time in the wilderness despite how dangerous it was.

Yrhen's life has not been a pleasant or easy one. Several harsh experiences, mostly involving interpersonal relationships, have left her cold and bitter towards others. Following the death of her mother about a year ago she has decided to take the few skills life has given her and put them to use as a military mage.

Attributes: (40 pts.)

• Stamina: 6
• Strength: 3
• Constitution: 2
• Agility (gross motor skills): 8
• Dexterity (fine motor skills): 9
• Intelligence: 4
• Wisdom: 5
• Charisma: 1

• Aesthetics/Appearance: 6

Magic Type Preference: Air flow manipulation

Innate Magic Talent: Concussive Explosion (May be applied to a weapon or object, preferably a bullet. Likely to destroy said object and user if within range.)

Interests: Art, Hunting, Reading, Swimming, Slaying monsters, Amatuer invention

Skills:
Art
Marksmanship
Traditional hunting
General stealth
Perception
Precision
Acrobatics
Mechanical reasoning

Vision: 6
Compromise: 4
Foundation: 4

Armaments:

• "Blind Intervention" Bolt action sniper rifle (1x13mm)
• Sharpened steel boomerang
• 7 in. Combat knife
• Double barrel holdout pistol (2x.45)
• 4 in. Boot knife

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NAME: Kyu, Q, Kyoo, Que, Qyu, Qyoo, Kue or QQ (Kyoo-Kyoo)

AGE: Unknown (She can't remember)

SPECIES: Generation 1 Chimera, medium-large Feathered Flora Serpent

GENDER: Female

OCCUPATION: Student

MAGIC TYPE PREFERENCE: Damage Correction (healing and repair)

INNATE MAGIC TALENT: Temporal Reset

INTERESTS: Helping, Fixing, Animals, People, Pretty Things, Tasty Things, Soft Things

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Length: 30 ft
Weight: 357 lbs.
Whether they find her attractive or terrifying most beings with eyes agree that Q is an exceptionally beautiful... whatever she is. That is to say she is distractingly, inconceivably, pretty. Her human features could be described as 'smoking hot' even with four eyes. But her monsterous parts make her look more like some kind of alien artistic masterpiece than a functional living being.

The monster genes come from a creature thought to be extinct, the Koatyl. One of the earliest monsters they were very beautiful but also very dangerous predators, with powerful magic abilities. Fortunately for the human race they also had low intelligence and a weakness to poison that was easily exploited.

Much of Q's upper body looks human with smooth, soft skin, long hair, and what you would expect of a beautiful human face. Her arms are mostly wings covered in feathers. The smaller feathers near the upper edge are actually leaves, and like all the leaves on her body they allow for limited photosynthesis. She lacks properly formed hands and has only a thumb at the joint of each wing. Because of this using things designed for humans is very difficult for her.

A crest of long feathers starting near her forehead traces down the middle of her skull. A tuft of feather like leaves protrude from just behind her long, pointed ears. She has the four eyes natural to monster races though her side eyes are somewhat small by monster standards. Also from behind her ears grow thin vine like tendrils tipped with a small leaf. These tendrils have a range of motion similar to tentacles but are weak and have very limited use.

At about where the hips would be Q's body widens into a serpentine form about twenty six feet long covered in snake-like scales. At the end of this tail is a fan of massive feathers kept folded close to her body most of the time. From the end of her tail grows a tentacle like vine also with poor grip strength. Growing from this vine are leaves along the sides and several soft, beautiful flowers that emit a very sweet smell much like honey. From these flowers come puffs of spores when Q wills it, and these spores have a mild sedating and anesthesic effect on most things that breath them. At the upper section where the serpentine body begins are two much larger wings with no digits whatsoever unlike her smaller arm-like wings. Despite the wings flight is just barely beyond Q's ability, though she can glide and boost her jumps or speed.

The majority of Q's scales, feathers, and floral parts are irredescent and all colors of the rainbow. The color pattern usually starts with a black base and goes to purples, blues, greens, yellow, orange, and reds. Greens are, unsurprisingly, much more common on her plant based parts and red is more prominent in her scales. The whites of her eyes are black while her irises are mostly silver-white and have striations in every color of the rainbow. Her hair is black but also shines several different colors when the light hits it a certain way, mostly red and purple. Her soft upper body skin is a golden tan with some black markings here and there, most notably around her eyes.

It should go without saying that Q cannot wear much in the way of human clothing, and apart from very large shirts she needs everything custom tailored.

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Q's anatomy as a first generation chimera is unique and she requires special medical attention sometimes. Also human facilities and equipment are very challenging for her to use. She tries to be very careful but she is prone to dropping things or knocking stuff over.

Her tongue is long, prehensile, and many times more complex and sensitive than a humans. Most of her senses are sharper than that of a human. Notably her nose, tongue, and floral parts can detect pheromones from any species that produces them. Q's own pheromones are quite potent but can vary in their effect from one species to another or even between individual creatures.

The upper wings have the same skeletal structure and proportions as human arms until they reach the hands. A clawed, humanlike thumb allows for some gripping ability against a vaguely hand-like wing joint. However, what would be the finger bones on a human are long multi-jointed wing bones. The smaller upper wings provide much less lift than the primary lower wings but still aide in enhancing movement speed and direction.

Q's upper torso is very similar to that of a human except for the size and placement of organs. Her heart is much larger than that of a human and forces the left lung to be smaller. Her right lung is very large and so long it extends past her abdomen. As she needs to eat quite a lot to support her body Q's stomach is large, and her digestive system is both simple and efficient. When well fed her body is far richer in nutrients than a human, but with an extremely fast rate of natural healing she can burn through this extra energy when hurt. Unfamiliar with the use of condensers Q will also use up this extra energy when casting.

The lower wings being much larger provide a significant boost to jumping or land speed and can even allow her to glide. However, they are not quite enough to allow flight as Q lacks the fully hollow bones and lightening gas bladders of the Koatyl. The wings are in the position of becoming humanlike legs in future generations and even for Q the skeletal strucure is already similar. She also sometimes uses them to move around on land better.

Several parts of Q's body are plant based such as certain sections of her wings and the small vines behind her ears. Any of her plant body parts can photosynthesize but this is not enough to keep her more than minimally energized. The most obvious flora based body part is the long vine at the end of her tail. This is covered in both leaves and flowers that have elasticity similar to skin. The flowers produce a fine powder which has both mild sedating and anasthetic properties. Her plantlike nature gives her a faint, sweet smell much like honey.

Q's lower body is like that of a snake though the scales are softer and provide less protection than one might expect. Q has several notable weaknesses like this. For instance her liver is undersized and makes her vulnerable to poisons, especially synthetic toxins. She is also more susceptible to extreme temperatures than a human. Thanks to her lack of hands she can use almost no weapons or tools any human would find easy to weild. Q may also be unable to fit her whole body into small spaces.

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Q's mother was fully human, and not biologically capable of properly giving birth to such a large infant. Born prematurely in the wilderness she only survived thanks to her monster parent and his magic. Not known as a species that cared very long for its young, her father nevertheless raised her to the point where she could survive without much aide. He then left her with a community of chimera and has not been seen since. Q cannot remember that she even had parents though logically she knows she must have been born of a father and mother. To her the people of that village are all family in some way.

Raised as a child of the village she didn't receive a good education and, not very bright to begin with, she never managed to learn to read or write. In short Q is uneducated and simply very very dumb, though learning is not completely beyond her. Fortunately for her even though she was a largely unwanted child she was raised in an environment that accepted her for what she was. This encouraged her carefree and optimistic nature and her life in the village came with few negative experiences. Most humans she met were visitors to the village and generally were more tolerant as people, sparing her the common racism most chimera were familiar with.

In an amusing twist of fate the chimera of the village learned that Q had a strong and intuitive talent for magic. She had been discovering and developing her magical abilities completely on her own until they became apparent in her everyday life. With a love of fixing broken things, in particular damaged living tissue, Q suddenly became a valuable asset for a village that had mostly considered her a burden.

It seemed like a happily ever after situation but as chance would have it a misunderstood conversation led her to leave without warning. Unfamiliar with... everything of the wider world, Q quickly became lost. She stayed lost until a chance encounter led her to the doorstep of Mordhaben's institute. When she found out the institute could make her smart and feed her for free while she continued to help people, she quickly put aside trying to find her way home. As the institute adopted her as a student Q in turn adopted the institute as extended family, if only in her own mind.

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Q, similar to her father, is an extreme exception to her race, but even more so being half human. She very rarely behaves violently or aggressively unless she has no other choice, and even then she still may try to avoid violence, instead letting herself get hurt. She is essentially as soft-hearted as she is stupid and has even been known to try to heal people that attempted to kill her.

Q is very friendly and loves people and animals, even if they don't love her back. She does not grasp personal boundaries very well if at all. Her lack of any single strong parental presence in her life coupled with a poor memory has caused her to invade random rooms quite often. Having lived with multiple families at different times in the past she often stays in whatever room she wanders into, even if she realizes it's not hers. More than that Q will even go so far as to cuddle up to whoever happens to be sleeping there at the time. This has been met with very mixed results but she still has trouble understanding the concept of private space.

Though omnivorous Q is primarily a predator and familiar with the fact that she sometimes has to eat other creatures to survive. She hates this aspect of her life and avoids it as much as she can, trying to scavenge off things that have died naturally. When she must hunt and kill she must take time to steel herself and tends to be very sad when she succeeds. Q may sometimes ask to drink some of a persons blood to satisfy her carnivorous needs. For those that agree she makes the process almost entirely painless and has a very good sense for not taking too much. She is very happy with the kitchen as it is full of all kinds of meat that is already dead and there seems to be an endless supply, all for free.

Q is predictably scatterbrained and has difficulty following instructions, sticking to plans and schedules, and learning in general. She does not understand complex concepts and her memory is often selective as well as poor. She does not speak very well and her voice makes a subtle trilling sound which, while not entirely unpleasant, sometimes makes it hard for others to understand her. She also has a weak vocabulary and words thing poorly, or misinterprets what others say or mean.

In short Q comes across as a simple, empty-headed child with a ridiculous talent for magic. However, one should not forget the truth of her existence: she is a fully grown, mature individual that simply lacks enough experience to conquer her mental and physical limitations. That and she is genetically half monster... Respecting these facts one could draw a very different conclusion from her behavior. Or several depending on perspective.

• Openness: 50
• Neuroticism: 22
• Agreeableness: 100
• Extroversion: 78
• Conscientiousness: 6

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• Stamina: 10
• Strength: 7
• Constitution: 4
• Agility: 7
• Dexterity: 1
• Intelligence: 1
• Wisdom: 3
• Charisma: 7

• Aesthetics/Appearance: 18

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• (No Practical Skills)
• Rapid Self Healing
• Sedating Anasthetic Spores
• Sensitive Tongue
• Cross-species Pheromone Sense
• Potent Pheromones
• Sharp Standard Senses

• Vision: 4
• Compromise: 8
• Foundation: 2

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Weapons/Equipment

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(Blowgun and Sedating Darts)

Name: Professor Zayid Leere

Appearance: Unknown
5'7"
Little is known about Leere's actual appearance, down to gender, age, skin color, and even their voice which is androgenous. Leere wears a pale face shaped mask and is otherwise covered head to toe in clothing. Their hair is silver, thick, straight, and shoulder length hanging down either side of their face. Their eye color is impossible to tell for sure through a pair of shades and even seem to change color or have no color at all the closer someone looks.

Leere's professional wear looks like a blue military officer's uniform featuring a long coat and pants tucked into long brown boots. They also wear black gloves and a slick looking military officer's hat. Underneath their coat is a white dress shirt and underneath this is a black shirt with a very long neck. Despite the neat, official appearance of Leere's uniform there are absolutely no markings of rank anywhere on it.

Leere wears no obvious weapons whatsoever and rarely if ever display their magical talents.

Age: Unknown

Species: Unknown

Gender: Unknown

Occupation: Mordhaben's Professor, Substitute Teacher

Personality:
Professor Leere is a very difficult person to read. Not only does the mask conceal expressions and distort speech but much of their behavior and statements appear contradictory. Leere also will sometimes say and do things that are plain strange. Yet at the same time all of Leere's words and actions seem to have some underlying meaning or purpose. Leere is undoubtedly very smart, giving even the most senior mages across the empire a run for their money. Some suspect Leere is even more intelligent than they let on, though why they would hide the depth of their genius is as much a mystery as anything else about them.

Leere seems perpetually amused thanks to the slight smile on their mask and the tone and way in which they speak. This is supported by the fact that Leere seems relaxed and impossible to surprise or rattle. However, Leere's true thoughts and feelings are possibly, and even likely, hidden behind that mask and strange demeanor. Their words sometimes hint at emotions that are not openly observable.

• Openness: 60
• Neuroticism: 25
• Agreeableness: 25
• Extroversion: 55
• Conscientiousness: 70

Biography: Unknown

Attributes:

• Stamina: Unknown
• Strength: Unknown
• Constitution: Unknown
• Agility: 4
• Dexterity: 4
• Intelligence: 20
• Wisdom: 10
• Charisma: 10

• Aesthetics/Appearance: Unknown

Magic Type Preference: Unknown
Innate Magic Talent: Unknown
Interests: Unknown
Skills: Unknown

Name: Joseph Milit

Appearance:
Joseph has short brown hair, blue eyes, and stands at 184cm (6ft). He usually keeps himself neat and tidy, although not to an excessive degree. He prefers to wear simple clothing that doesn’t get in the way of any physical activity. If he has a choice in the matter, he will show up in a plain combination of a shirt and pants, but if there’s a dress code, he will absolutely keep up with it. Joseph has a personal disdain for pointlessly showy displays of appearance, and goes out of his way not to indulge in anything of the sort if he can help it.

Age: 18

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student, First Year

Personality: Joseph is a big cynic, though not to the point that he’s overtly hostile. He’ll make conversation, but don’t come to him if you’re looking for a kind word and a hug. Joseph is frank and “to the point” in any conversation, as he hates to make small talk and feels that making progress on something is more important than a person’s feelings. If somebody has a legitimate problem, Joseph likes to think he would do everything he can to help them with it, provided he actually can. He has been taught that any proper military unit operates on co-operation between its soldiers, and so he strives to live up to that ideal.

Joseph’s big motivation in life is to just do well at any given task. Whether it’s soldiering or scrubbing the floors, Joseph wants to leave off every day feeling he has done his best and met with the satisfaction of others. He’s not competitive about it, and he could care less if someone else does it better as long as he feels he’s done right by himself and others. He also lacks any ambition to rise in status, as he finds the idea of being an officer laughable and even undesirable. He prefers simple work for simple gains.

Openness to Experience: 40
Neuroticism: 20
Agreeableness: 40
Extroversion: 50
Conscientiousness: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 5
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 6
Agility: 5
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 2

Magic Type Preference: Object Conjuration
Innate Magic Talent: Weapon Conjuration
Interests: Guns, Physical Fitness, Petty Philosophy
Skills: Shooting Guns, Maintaining and Repairing Guns, Taking Hits

Biography: Joseph was born the son of a low class soldier. From an early age, he took an interest in military affairs from the point of view of an ordinary soldier. As a child, he always romanticised the idea of being something of a hero that went out and fought all the Empire’s enemies and brought peace and justice to the land. His dad would always laugh when he talked about it, though Joseph would take a while to realise why. Joseph also saw the discrimination faced by Chimeras and considered it a great injustice, and one that he would strive to right in later years.

He got his chance to strike a blow for what was right when he found a Chimera hiding in the backyard of their house. Joseph had no idea why, but he could tell they were fleeing from the authorities who were making a big stink of searching for him in the community. The young boy thought the only right thing to do was to offer to hide the Chimera in his house. The Chimera gleefully accepted the offer, and Joseph decided to go one step further and give the local guards a false tip that he saw the Chimera escaping the district. With his task completed, Joseph arrived back home, where neither of his parents had been at the time, to find that the Chimera he had sheltered had stolen multiple items from his house and fled the area for real. He would later learn said Chimera had indeed been fleeing on account of being a thief. Joseph was greatly disappointed, and he doubly feared his parents would be furious. As it turned out, his father was more sympathetic than he realised, and just told him that these things happened. When Joseph asked him what he should do, with his primitive world view having been shattered, his father told him the only thing he could truly rely on in this world was hard work.

It was after that event that Joseph rededicated himself to the idea of joining the military. This time not for some childish ideal of being a hero, but simply to put effort into something he felt he could succeed at and have it pay off. His great mission was no longer to stand up for “justice” or anything like that but to just work hard. With the discovery of some magic talent in him, he decided to attend Mordhaben’s Institute for Aspiring Mages. While he could care less about the prestige or the ability to do fancy magic, he figured that if he could actually cast spells, he may as well join the military as a magic soldier rather than a regular one.

Name: Honehe Bitter-Tooth

Appearance:
Honehe is a 6’5 walking talking wolf-like monster. He is covered head to toe in thick grey hair, which he keeps well groomed. His eyes are brown. His hands are humanoid in nature, capable of gripping like any person while retaining wolf-like nails, and his legs are more akin to a wolf’s hind legs. The array of sharp, vicious teeth in his mouth make it so that no matter how he smiles, he always looks a little sinister. Honehe wears light and loose fitting clothing, as wearing too much would only make him all the hotter due to his natural hair and coat.



Age: 17

Species: Monster, Lupine, ML

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student

Personality: Honehe comes from a place where humanity is unwelcome, but he has learned that it is better to treat your enemy with a thin veneer of politeness than to actively provoke them. Honehe has little love in his heart for humanity or anything resembling it, but he keeps his tongue in check around them and pretends he’s perfectly okay among their society. His façade is not impenetrable, and either asking too many questions or hanging around for too long will begin to betray the contempt beneath his words.

Honehe is far more sociable depending on what species he is conversing with. As should be blatantly obvious, his fellow monsters are the perfect conversational partner for him. He will eagerly converse with them and attempt to endear himself to them. First and especially monstrous second generation Chimeras are tolerable, although they will be greeted with less enthusiasm. The more human-like the Chimera, the terser and more reserved his conversations with them shall be, and those that cannot be distinguished from humans will be treated as though they were.

Aside from concerns of humanity and species, Honehe is a dedicated student with a genuine desire to learn more. He loves nothing more than the feeling of progressing and getting stronger. In spite of his disdain for them, Honehe is not averse to learning more about humanity and their society. He would never admit to his true reasons, but one could guess that he sees it as important to learn from one’s enemy.

Openness to Experience: 50
Neuroticism: 40
Agreeableness: 30
Extroversion: 50
Conscientiousness: 80

Attributes:

Strength: 7
Endurance: 5
Constitution: 5
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 2
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 4

Magic Type Preference: Material Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Manipulating Earth and Rock
Interests: Exploring, Hunting, Learning, Picking at the flaws in human society
Skills: Running fast, Tearing flesh from bone, Finding things by scent

Biography: Honehe’s ancestors were originally a tribe of nomadic monsters that roamed around the continent. It wasn’t until his father’s generation that the tribe underwent a transformation. Having strayed too close to Airelosia in their travels, their tribe came under attack and suffered brutal losses. Aenohe, Honehe’s father, assumed leadership of the battered tribe and lead them to settle in the tribe’s fabled homeland in the mountains north of the Unoctocan Empire. There, he laid out a plan for them to found a nation that would bring together monsterkind from all over and form a people’s home for their own. Dubbing themselves the “Akamina Free Commune”, Aenohe intended to learn from human society to better the lives of his kin. He would assimilate technology, systems, and other beneficial ideas while attempting to maintain the otherwise monstrous identity of his people. His people included both Monsters and Chimeras that could be decidedly identified as at least partially monstrous, a policy that earned him the ire of more than a few. While the Commune is neither large nor popular, it has attracted a small yet devoted following and possesses a great deal of natural resources that it trades with others.

Few among the population of the Commune have anything but contempt for humanity, but Honehe has learned his father’s methods of treating with the enemy. He grew up absorbing his father’s personal philosophies and ideas, and he always told him that the only way to succeed was to learn, even from those that you couldn’t stand. Honehe’s experiences with humankind were from watching his father wheel and deal with travellers, merchants and others, always coming out smelling of roses and acquiring a beneficial deal for the Commune. While he could never master his finesse at masking his intentions, he certainly learned how to pretend he wasn’t tempted to just spit on the humans he met. He also picked up his father’s refined manner of speech and tries to mirror his elaborate vocabulary when he can.

Honehe personally preferred to spend his time roaming around the environment near the Commune. He loved nothing more than to poke through old caves and find things that lay forgotten. It was during his travels that he discovered his penchant for manipulating the earth around him. While initially pleased with his discovery, he soon became apprehensive when Aenohe broached the idea of going to study magic abroad. Honehe had no desire to live in human society, no matter what there was to learn, but Aenohe soon won him over with his pragmatic reasoning. There was something to be gained by studying the human’s methods of using magic, he was told, and he agreed that it would be a good idea to learn them so they might benefit their own people. Thus, Aenohe used his business contacts and influence to arrange for Honehe to attend Mordhaben’s, with sizable “donations” being offered to those open to helping an outsider gain admission.

Name: Berke Bayamaar

Appearance: Berke is one big guy, standing at 215cm tall (7’1) and weighing 110kg (242lbs). His eyes are coloured green, and his skin is mildly tan. Most of his weight comes from his exceptionally muscular form. He has a messy but short head of black hair, and the beginnings of a beard on his chin. As a gorilla-like Chimera, Berke has patches of thick black hair in places on his body, especially the chest and back, though it’s usually hidden under a full layer of clothing. As far as clothing goes, Berke tends to favour simple clothes, usually comprising of a non-descript pair of pants and a sweater.

Age: 19

Species: 4th Generation Gorilla Chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: First year Student

Personality: Berke has a big heart to match his big body. He likes making friends and keeping people happy, and it always saddens him to see someone else being sad. Even when met with open hostility, Berke tries to make the most of it and see it as a relationship to be worked on. He is an exceptionally tolerant and forgiving person, and he likes to think that everyone just needs a little understanding to get by. However, this line of thinking often bleeds into dangerous territory, as he will take a hands off approach to some self-destructive behaviours, and lacks the assertiveness to tell someone when they’re just plain wrong. Of course, he isn’t so meek that he wouldn’t do a thing about someone hurting another person in front of him, but he is so naïve to think he can just ask them to stop.

Openness to Experience: 95
Neuroticism: 16
Agreeableness: 99
Extroversion: 78
Conscientiousness: 81

Attributes:

Strength: 9
Endurance: 7
Constitution: 7
Agility: 3
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 3

Magic Type Preference: Matter Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Metal Manipulation
Interests: Bodybuilding, Playing Sports, Making friend
Skills: Hitting people really hard, taking really hard hits, having sheer, bull-headed determination

Biography: Berke’s family is descended from a type of Gorilla Monster out in the wilderness. They have often been stereotyped as a big dumb bunch of ape creatures, but as Berke would tell anyone, his grandpa was a big ol’ genius, and he has an aunt that’s only 5 feet tall. Berke and his family hail from a town called Altay, where Humans and Chimeras exist in relative harmony. Berke was thus sheltered from most of the prejudice of the rest of the world, and grew up believing the idea of discrimination was but a fairy tale.

Life in Altay was very simple, and primarily revolved around hunting and gathering. Berke tried out some of his family’s hunting gear a few times, but he was never a great shot, and tended to prefer to use his physical strength. His family tended to roughhouse among themselves when bored, and having an informal tournament was something of a pastime for them. However, no matter how rough they got with each other, they always knew it was all in good fun, and knew that they were unique in their physical abilities. Anyone that couldn’t stand their strength was not to be hit lightly, and Berke’s parents made sure he and all the family understood that.

On the outskirts of Altay, there was an abandoned building with steel walls. As strong as the Bayamaar family were, even they couldn’t punch through steel. Berke, however, one day decided to test his strength by seeing if he could at least make a dent in one of the walls. To his great surprise, he did in fact end up punching straight through one of those steel walls. However, what he discovered later was that he had not punched it open, but had instead displayed a latent magical talent. It was here that his family encouraged him to pursue a magical education at Mordhaben’s. Berke was keen to enter the world doing something important to contribute to it, so he saw Mordhaben’s as the perfect avenue to pursue that goal. So began Berke Bayamaar’s entry into the world of magic at Mordhaben’s.

Name: Leonora Serannen

Appearance: Leonora is a tall and elegant woman that has put a great deal of thought and effort into her appearance. She is 168cm (6 feet) and weighs 61kg (134lbs). Her hair is long, flowing and golden and her eyes match its colour. While some would claim Leonora looks stunning without any work done, she still applies a great deal of cosmetics to just about anywhere she thinks she can improve upon. Possessing an enormous wardrobe, Leonora is almost never found wearing anything short of high fashion, though she tends to favour wearing a good pair of trousers to skirts. As a fifth generation Chimera, Leonora has only one trait belonging to her monstrous ancestors, and that is the feline claws on the tips of her fingers. She always wears custom made gloves built to mask her Chimera trait.

Age: 28

Species: Fifth Generation Feline Chimera

Gender: Female

Occupation: Staff – Mage Corps Instructor and Guidance Counsellor

Personality: Leonora speaks exceedingly politely and formally, sparing no effort to carefully craft her sentences so as to avoid causing offence. Seemingly in line with her role as the institute’s guidance counsellor, Leonora is proactive in approaching students and inquiring as to their wellbeing. Her only mildly provocative trait is that she’s been known to ask somewhat probing questions to others, even ones of a socially or even politically charged nature. Leonora is known to be difficult to read, as her default expression seems to be a pleasant smile, even when met with a difficult individual.

Openness to Experience: 56
Neuroticism: 32
Agreeableness: 78
Extroversion: 74
Conscientiousness: 99

Attributes:

Strength: 4
Endurance: 5
Constitution: 4
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 7
Charisma: 9

Magic Type Preference: Sensory Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Perception Manipulation – Making people see things that aren’t there
Interests: High Culture, Philosophy, Politics, Psychology
Skills: Eloquent Speaker, Military Trained and Seasoned, Firearms Knowledge – Pistol Specialist, Clever Tactician

Biography: Leonora was born the bastard child of an affair between a wealthy and influential aristocrat and a fourth generation feline Chimera. Initially, Leonora’s existence was unknown to her father, and her mother had never planned to get either of them involved in her father’s world. However, her mother would die of illness one day, and upon her death, Leonora’s father happened to track her down and decided to take Leonora in. Having many particularly bigoted friends and associates, her father attempted to keep her nature as a Chimera a secret, but the rumours got out, and Leonora was frequently the target of hostility from those in her social circles. Still, while her early life was not perfect, her father was always fairly nurturing, and she still lived a largely privileged existence.

Leonora attended Mordhaben’s like so many others, and while prejudice existed at the Institute, Leonora found that people tended to forget what you were so long as you performed well, and perform well she did. Leonora was not only an excellent student but also a talented mage, and graduated from Mordhaben’s semi famous for her demonstrations of ability during her time. She was scouted by a captain in the Mage Corps, who wanted to make certain that she of all people became a soldier. If you asked Leonora, she would tell you that she signed up because she wanted to prove herself on the field of battle.

She served for several years under the captain that mentored her, only to suddenly resign from the Corps following an incident that occurred on the field of battle. While Leonora has not spoken of it to anyone, those that have heard anything about it know that the captain of her unit was killed under suspicious circumstances, though an official investigation reached no clear conclusion. Shortly after her departure from the military, Leonora took up a position at Mordhaben’s as a member of staff.

Name: Mycona Frisa

Appearance:
Mycona is a petite creature at 155cm (5’1), and weighing 55kg (121lbs). Her hair is short and of a reddy pinkish tinge. She has a pasty, almost sickly complexion, though she is otherwise healthy, and her eyes have an amethyst hue to them. While her clothes betray a wealthy background, Mycona has no preference as far as clothes go, and tends to throw on whatever she happens to have on her at the time.

Under her clothes, there are places on her body that have begun to betray the nature of her condition; a few of her veins have become visible, as though bloated with some material. She has a flower-like growth on her head that is in fact a protrusion of the fungal parasite that has taken root inside her. If one were to stick their hand into her hair (more than a mere surface touch) they would find their hand covered in spores.

Age: 16

Species: Fungus Monster Parasite attached to Human host

Gender: Female (though the fungus technically has no gender)

Occupation: Student

Personality: Mycona Frisa was a depressive and melancholy person. Though her reasons for becoming as such were trivial at best, she nonetheless had come to the belief that life had no charm and spent her time entertaining herself with whatever she could get her hands on. This all changed recently when Mycona suddenly became an incredibly cheerful individual with a seemingly endless new lease on life. She is now infinitely curious, to the point it’s as though she were born yesterday. Her appetite for knowledge goes beyond the mundane; she seems inclined to learn just about everything, and she has been known to devour thick books in record time. She is, however, debilitatingly naïve, and takes things said to her very literally. As clever as she can be, she lacks foresight, introspection, or even much understanding of customary behaviour.

Openness to Experience: 1000
Neuroticism: 34
Agreeableness: 91
Extroversion: 97
Conscientiousness: 23

Attributes:

Strength: 6
Endurance: 5
Constitution: 5
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 1
Charisma: 3

Magic Type Preference: Matter Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Gas Manipulation
Interests: EVERYTHING Learning new things, playing with words, learning more about Mycona (yes, really), dissecting any topic of discussion, eating
Skills: Learning

Biography: One upon a time, Mycona Frisa was a normal girl that lived a privileged life as the daughter of a wealthy couple. They lived a comfortable existence in a quiet district of the Unoctocan capitol where Mycona wanted for nothing. However, due to a lethal cocktail of teenage hormones, a few bad, though ultimately trivial, life experiences and a ill-natured friend, Mycona came to the conclusion that life was a bitch. The aforementioned friend convinced her to try some hard drugs at a tender age, and soon Mycona was hooked. Initially, she fritted away the substantial pocket money her parents gave her to buy as much as she liked, but soon they found out about her awful new habit, and tried to put a stop to it. They also restricted her free time and put her under the surveillance of handlers they had hired.

Desperate to find a new avenue for her misery, Mycona slipped out from under the noses of her minders and wandered off to a nearby forest. She had heard that there was a flower-shaped fungus that provided a high like the kind she was looking for. After some searching, and some luck in avoiding any threats that lurked in the woods, Mycona eventually found the fungus of her desire. Without a care in the world, Mycona quickly consumed the whole thing. Soon after, she lost consciousness. After some time, her parent’s employees tracked her down, finding her still unconscious and miraculously unharmed. They carried her back to her parent’s mansion, where they feared for the worst.

However, the next day, Mycona suddenly snapped back into consciousness. While this was promising news to her parents, the fact that she now seemed to be in an almost brainless state was alarming. They summoned a physician to examine her, but at the time, he could find nothing to explain what was wrong with her, although he had only taken a cursory look into her condition so far. To their great amazement, she swiftly recovered from her debilitated state, and was soon speaking and moving around like nothing was wrong. At the same time, she did seem to have completely changed in personality, having become chipper and perky compared to her earlier moroseness. It was as though she was experiencing life anew for the first time. As strange as it was, they decided that this change was for the better, and thought it was best not to look the gift horse in the mouth.

As far as they were concerned, things only got better from then. Mycona displayed an astonishing capacity for learning, having all of a sudden picked up a thesis paper her father had written, read it front to back, and then regurgitated the whole thing without missing a beat once. It seemed she didn’t fully understand it, but it was amazing to see nonetheless. It was even better when she suddenly read a book about Mordhaben’s and became obsessed with looking into magic. After a short while, she displayed an ability to manipulate some kindof weird smoke. The parents were ecstatic to learn they had a magical talent in the family, and made plans to send her to Mordhaben’s immediately. Of course, as enthusiastic as they were, they were also concerned their daughter’s aberrant behaviour under certain circumstances would be an issue, and tried their best to make her understand how she should act. They are unsure if their lessons had taken root, but decided to risk sending her off regardless. Mycona, for one, appears to be all too eager to become a mage.

Appearance:
Magnhild is around 5'6" and has a rather lean frame, contrary to her powers. She has long, straight black hair that has a purple tinge. Her skin is fair, however she has patches of scales that are recognizable as Pangolin plates, the majority of them being on her back.

Age: 18

Species: Fifth Generation Pangolin Chimera

Gender: Female

Occupation: Student, First year

Personality:
At first glance, Magnhild already seems to exude a very uninviting aura. She has that look of 'Lone wolf' about her that can deter many that may or may not want to speak with her. However, it's important to note that she doesn't do this on purpose.. It's just that her personality seems to make it look that way. Mag is a very carefree soul, and it's often to a point where she comes off as extremely apathetic as her usual motto is "Why worry?" Because of this 'motto' of sorts, she brushes off even the most pressing of things without a care in the world. Obviously there are a few things that she does care about; but that's mostly food, and perhaps some close friends if she ever has one. A lot of this seem quite negative, but she's a nice, hardworking person.. Subjectively. Magnhild isn't an aggressive person, but sometimes her frank way of speaking makes her the target of aggression. But even that's shrugged off.

Mag seems to hold resentment toward anyone that has any positive relation to the Military.

Openness to Experience: 80
Neuroticism: 10
Agreeableness: 30
Extroversion: 15
Conscientiousness: 75

Attributes:

Strength: 4
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 10
Agility: 5
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 3
Wisdom: 5
Charisma: 3

Magic Type Preference: Barrier Magic
Innate Magic Talent: Shock Absorption (Hardly takes any damage from most attacks. Physical or Magical)
Interests: Actually underwater basket weaving. Music, napping, rolling down grass hills, new things, bonsais, rain
Skills:

• Shrugging things off (Literally and metaphorically)
• Fluent in Airelosian (But cannot read it)
• Napping
• Basic martial arts
• Being in an almost constant state of peace in mind

Biography:
Magnhild is the third and last living child of a dying tribe of Pangolin Chimeras. Her birth was dubbed a miracle by her parents and what was left of her extended family, as her mother had gone through two miscarriages, both via medical complications. Her birth was probably the only nice thing that happened. As a Chimera in Airelosia, it was a wonder that her family was still alive. Especially in the parts where she lived. Magnhild lived in the slums which were seemingly lawless. The Military officers that frequented the area seemed to only be there to reaffirm their iron grip on society by beating it into the people. Literally.

As a Chimera, Magnhild didn't live very peacefully. Her scales were obvious, thus making her the target of violence, even amongst children her own age. Bullied and beaten, the children soon found it to be no fun as almost all their attempts to physically harm her were ineffective. However, the abuse from the military personnel was quite different from a child's. A grown man's boot was a lot tougher than a kid's slipper. Despite all this, Mag always tried to come home with a smile so that her parents wouldn't worry too much about her. The bruises had the opposite effect, of course.

As luck would have it, around the age of fourteen, Magnhild's life changed. For the worse. Desperately poor, her father resorted to theft. Stealing small fruits and bread rolls from a small shop. He was caught by the soldiers that loitered around the town. He was immediately put down, saying that he was 'an undomesticated Chimera.' It wasn't long before those soldiers kicked down her home's rotting door. Seizing her and her mother. Her mother struggled against the soldiers, freeing Magnhild in the process. She screamed at her daughter, telling her to run and never to look back. The young Chimera did as she was told, running as fast as she could, as far as she could. A single gunshot rang out on that cold, rainy day. Masked by the sound of raindrops soon after.

Magnhild ran until her legs gave out, collapsing somewhere in the forest. She woke up in a bed after some time. According to the weird looking person in the room, about seven days. A weird tube in her arm and in a place of white sheets and clean smells. 'A hospital' is what they called it. They asked her many questions about her origins, most of which she couldn't answer. She didn't even know the name of the town she was from. But somehow she had found herself in the Unoctocan Empire. A couple of travelers had brought her here.

She was soon put into a foster home. Her foster father was... Interesting to say the least. A man who lived simply and without worry, while also being a Martial artist. It took awhile for Magnhild to open up to him; but when she did, his way of life naturally became hers. Adopting his motto as her own, "Why worry?" He often spoke of experiencing what the world has to offer, and to make sure that she was earnest in what she did. Her foster father often marveled at her physical durability whenever they trained, and came to some roundabout conclusion, saying it was magical. He thought this was a great opportunity for Mag to learn something more interesting than his martial art. Magic.

Simply put, she was enrolled into the Mordhaben's Institute without any real knowledge in magic or anything in general.

Other:
- Her name is pronounced 'Maahg-Hild', but she tends to tell people to just called her 'Mag'.
- The plates on her body are extremely tough, akin to super hard iron plating. Bulletproof for the most part.

Name:
Fox Delta

Appearance:
Copper hair and pale skin, he is a ginger after all.
Brown eyes
Short for his age - 5'6"

Age:
18

Species:
Human

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Student

Personality:

Openness to Experience: 20
(Not very open to new experiences, he's fine with where he is and what he's doing. He doesn't need or very much want change)

Neuroticism: 80

(His father wasnt the nicest man, he hit and yelles at him every time he had reason to. Whether that was spilled a glass of milk, coming home 2 minutes late, or flunking a test. Paired with paranoid schizophrenia, Fox still believes his father will cime back from whever he went two years ago and beat him sensless for all the "wrong" things he has done. Either he will do it himself or through someone else. Also because of his father (and maybe the paranoid schizophrenia), he constantly believes people are going to hurt him, whether that's through abusing his trust, playing with his emotions, hurting his mother, or hurting him.

Agreeableness: 70

(Delta has his own opinions on things, but unless its a very strong opinion he won't say anything. If you want to go left when he wants to go right, he'll go left without a fuss. His guess is that his father beat out the majority of disagreement he had in him.
Extroversion: 26 Paranoia doesn't help anyone's case when they want to go out and make friends. Delta is scared that he'll be attacked, especially by people he's just met. So, he'd rather stay away from people.)

Conscientiousness: 90

(He had to be careful about everything he does, otherwise his father would beat him. Even with his father gone, Fox can't help but think he'll come back and mill him for making so many mistakes.)

Fox doesn't trust anyone or anything. He's extremely skittish and always expects someone to hit him. He's also always anxious about something. Fox loves strategy and planning, and when he's playing a strategy game or planning something he becomes surprisingly calm. His love of chess is the one thing he will openly share, and he usually bonds with people that have the same love of similar things. Although, Delta will passive-aggressively destroy anyone who messes with his plans.

Attributes:
0=Dead or Unresponsive. Don't use this.
1=Severely Disabled
2=Disastrous
3=Exceptionally Poor
4=Poor
5=Average
6=Above Average
7=Gifted
8=Exceptional
9=Monstrous
10=Absurd
40 points

Strength: 4 (Pretty weak. He'd rather stick to what he's good at, which is not exercise.)

Endurance: 4 (The only endurance he has is enduring puzzles and beatings. He doesn't do much else.)

Constitution: 4 (His mental disorder kind of stole any constitution he had, so now he's left with a measly four. He doesn't have a lot going for him.)

Agility: 5
(He's not complete trash, gosh.)

Dexterity: 5
(He doesn't have the best balance, but it's not terrible either.)

Intelligence: 8
(His father always made sure he was the best and brightest in any class. He had to have ALL A' s, and mentally destroy those that opposed him. Otherwise, he'd get hurt. His father made sure not to hit him in the head though.)

Wisdom: 7
(He's been through a lot and so he knows how to deal with a lot. One time, as a test, his father even went as far as leaving him in the woods for a week.)

Charisma: 3
(He doesn't talk. He wasn't allowed to and he doesn't like to. He'll try, but that doesn't mean he'll be good at it.)

Magic Type Preference:
Illusion
Innate Magic Talent:
Destruction (I.E. Chucking Fireballs.)
Interests:
Strategy Games
Reading
Medicine
Skills:
Planning
Strategy
Basic Medical Knowledge

Biography:

Fox had a fear of pretty much anything due to his abusive upbringing and built in paranoia, let's just say his father wasn't a very kind man and his mother's genome wasn't the cleanest. One particularly terrible day at his home, his father had come through the door in one of his infamous rages, fuelled by his time at the nearby bar. He blamed Delta for being the reason he was fired from his job. A silly excuse, but his father was one to put his problems on the nearest person. His father through a book at Fox, not the worst thing, but that fact that was it was a hardback didn't make it a good thing either. Scared out of his mind, he froze, eyes screwed shut. He managed to duck, sending the book crashing through a lamp instead of his face. His father blamed him for that too, even though Fox immediately passed out from the fear afterward.
Fox also had what seemed like an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He one day decided to talk an alternate route to school and ended up being arrested for a murderer. He was later released since they ended up catching the real culprit, but that's what he gets for walking under a bridge, past a corpse one day. It's still on his record though, they forgot to erase the fact he was wrongfully accused of murder, so he won't be getting a high-end job anytime soon.
Fox's father disappeared a couple years from now, for an unknown cause. This frightened his mother, since all of his unpaid debts would roll onto them both, but Delta was glad to be rid of the man. Even with the danger of loan sharks, gambling buddies, and who knows what else, he was finally free to be himself, even if it still mostly fell in line with his father's rules.

Other: He is always carrying the book his father had thrown at him, "Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End" by Atul Gawande. It's a reminder that not everything will go terribly, he can at least rely on himself.

Name: Mark STEEEEL (Yelling his last name like that is mandatory for Mark)

Appearance: A 175cm human bottle rocket, MARK STEEL THE MAN OF STEEL is a fifth generation chimera with a pair of floppy, lightish brown canine ears and a matching tail. Mark will never not sport a soft and long buzz cut the same color of his dog traits.

His body is severely toned, lithe and olive in color. His usual outfit consists of a camo tank top, your basic pale green military hat, and of course, dog tags. He wears baggy army pants and chunky black boots as well. On his neck hangs a small silver whistle.

Age: 17

Species: Fifth generation chimera. Specific heritage unknown, but his animal features are undeniably canine in appearance.

Gender: Male

Occupation: First year

Personality: Mark's obsession with the disciplined and powerful nature of the ideal military man has influenced his entire personality beyond belief. While most children grow out of their "I want to be a soldier" phase once puberty hits, Mark only became more enamored with the concept.

His fervent studies of both ancient and contemporary military customs have inspired him to withhold a bizarre and self-invented soldier's code. He strongly believes in heavy daily exercise, wearing a uniform no matter how inappropriate the occasion, and speaking to everyone in loud, boisterous militarly lingo. Mark believes that military men should all sleep, eat and even bathe together for the sake of increasing morale, and the side that he bats for has been the subject of many heated debates between people who have suffered his presence. His motivational speeches have earned him a small reputation among the younger crowd, who have no doubt been forced to hear his extreme rambles at events.

Openness to Experience: 20
Neuroticism: 25
Agreeableness: 75
Extroversion: 80
Conscientiousness: 90

Strength: 5
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 5
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 3
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 7

Magic Type Preference: Reality manipulation

Innate Magic Talent: Mark's magic consists of manipulating reality by will, similar to a bard. The medium he chooses to achieve this is through coaching. Performing actions that attract the target's attention and speaking to them tactfully can either enhance their abilities or deflate them, although the former is used the majority of the time due to the nature of being a coach figure.

Mark is unaware of the technical specifics of his powers, and considers his magic to be "Speaking to and unlocking someone's inner soldier."

Interests:
ANCIENT ancient military history, think Rome and Sparta (Greece)
Exercise
Dogs
Strengthening the bonds between his fellow man
Superheroes
Rolling around in mud
Giving motivational speeches
Children's board games and action figures
Eating war rations as regular food
Eating dog food as regular food

Skills: Motivating others, one-handed push ups, losing to children at board games

Biography: Mark grew up in a drab Unoctocan orphanage seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He never knew his parents and seeked out friends at a young age to fill that family-shaped hole in his heart. The name Mark Steel is a fake one, selected by himself to replace his boring, traditional name that was slapped on to him during his early days there.

Mark enjoyed the orphanage's limited supply of comics, although it was the superhero and Unoctocan propaganda comics that caught his eye more than anything. He would read the tattered second hand stories over and over again until his fingertips would turn black from the ink. He frequently read them out loud to his friends, and the children would all reenact the best scenes in the fields outside their shared home.

As he became older and all his friends outgrew their dreams, Mark clung to the idea of becoming a soldier, while keeping a soft spot for the fictional heroes of his past. The pre-teen spent the next couple of years training like a madman and screaming pep talks others around like a sergeant, much to their dismay.

One of the orphanage's many employees was a retired Mordhaben scholar, who devoted his last days to relaxation while occasionally keeping an eye out for talent. Mark's overwhelming and tiring personality seemed horrible for a coach, yet he carried out the role well. A little too well. After questioning the annoying army boy a few times he found himself supernaturally motivated to fulfill his job, confirming his suspicions and landing Mark a place to hone his skills at.

Name: Jhin Naugna

Age: 17

Species: 3rd Generation Arachnida Chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student, First year

Appearance: Jhin stands at 179cm(5'9 with a humanoid lean build. When you look at his face you will see 2 sets of eyes, one set looks normal in shape and positon on the face, but the sclera is black and his iris is gold. The second set is smaller and sits on top of his eyebrows, the sclera is black and so is the iris. His nose is normal, and the only odd thing about his mouth wold be the fangs that can be see every time he talks. Jhin has dirty blonde curly hair that is ususally faded out on the sides and cut short on top, and he has two pedipalps that protrude from his shoulders, they are hairy and black, most of the time they are went around his neck and look like a necklace. Traveling further down to his torso, the first thing noticed are his 6 arms., each on is a normal humanoid arm that has and elbow, forearm, wrist and 5 fingers. His nails are black and sharp, his legs are normal as well and his skin is a weird fade from grey to peach. The bottom half of his body (Starting at his feet) is a light grey with undertone of peach and once you hit his waste the more normal, mammal hide comes into color. The last odd thing about his body is a abdomen that protrudes about 1 foot and a half away from his body, its average size (half a foot in width) and the markings are a darker yellow (closer to gold) and black that follow a complex patter.

Clothing wise he is mostly seen wearing custom made sweaters, hoodies, and low cut muscle tees. Sleeves are not really his thing so he either likes to cover up 4 of his arms comfortably, make sure there is a sleeve for each arm, or not have them at all. The position of his abdomen is exactly where the human tail bone sits, so in reality it is his "tail". Bottom wise anything works, jeans, cotton joggers, but it has to breath and be able to stretch.

Personality:
Jhin is an odd character due to his upbringing. He was raised without much human interaction and taught by his parents the bare necessities of life and survival, not really focusing much on the social, cultural and divers aspects of life. This lead him to be a bit ignorant as to peoples feelings, certain actions they took, certain phrases etc. In all honesty if it does not deal with the furthering his survival then he will not know it. Crying over a loved ones death, complaining about pain, falling in love, anger, frustration, all these and more are confusing to him.

Many know about his proper speech and his lack of using mixed words or slang. He is also quite dense, Jhin will not pick up on flirting, sarcasm, most jokes, underlying meaning, social ques (like when to shut up) or how to properly interpret other people's feelings. Jhin is one to speak his mind whenever and however he likes, but that does not mean he is a jerk, more like he does not have a filter. This means caution is advised when asking him any opinions, questions, favors, well when asking or telling him anything really because he is more than likely to tell you how he fells/thinks about the situation. Jhin is still a child and is curious about the world, he wants to have new experiences; try new foods, make "friends", go places he has never been, and to have an adequate understanding of life. He is never afraid to start up a conversation and has a hard time holding back especially when he thinks certain things need to be said.

Openness to Experience: 90
Neuroticism: 10
Agreeableness: 10
Extroversion: 30
Conscientiousness: 70

Attributes:


Strength: 5
Endurance: 5
Constitution: 4
Agility: 7
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 2

Magic Type Preference: Plant Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Poison Manipulation

Interests:
Literature
Weaving
Hunting
People
Animals (New and Old)
Plants (New and Old)
Camping
Mountain
Climbing (i.e Rock Climbing)
Asking Questions
Botany
Cute Things (puppies, new born babies, flowers, stuffed animals etc, its a guilty pleasure)

Skills:
Spider Physiology
Seasoned Hunter
Edge Weapon Specialist
Flexible
Adept Hand-hand Combat
Great at Poker

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Biography:
Jhin is the child of a 2nd generation Arachnida Chimera and a human male. Those early years for him were primal, filled with nothing but harsh forest and brutal training administered by his mother. She was a assassin in her prime and worked for many different nations removing "trash" from the world (as she called it). She frequented Airelosia and Unoctocan Empire but grew-up/ raised Jhin, in the unclaimed territory to the north. The woman met Jhin's father in a very particular way, he was her target and they fought to near death before giving up and calling a truce. When she met his father it was at the point in her life (mid 30s) where she needed to find a suitable mate in order to give birth and the man she couldn't kill fit the bill. Like all spider pairings it started violent and ended with the parting ways of each parent. They decided she would have Jhin until he turned 13 and then he would get an opportunity to raise his son the way he wanted without her intervention. Jhin's father understood her situation though, most arachinda monsters and chimeras were single mother house holds (simply because the father either died in the mating process, or came close to it and left to lick his wounds, never looking back), but when he continued to express an interest in his child's development and growth she could do nothing but compromise.

Jhin's early years were spent watching, learning, and killing. His mother stuck to their heritage and taught him how to hunt, she wanted to gift him what her mother had given her; a way to survive in this world. She knew being 2nd generation was rough but Jhin had it even worse, he wold be in that mixed stage where the genetics was like muddy water and could barley be seen through. In her opinion anything but 3rd generations had it easy because of the lack of confusion, this confusion always leads to hate and anger, it came from unclear distinctions and not knowing whether or not the "differences" where okay to accept into society. She wanted to make sure he had a way to survive and live well and not have to worry about him getting stepped on like a real bug. Jhin was raised to only care about the fundamentals, eat, sleep, hunt, repeat. All other things were secondary and did not matter to living; making friends, falling in love, joy, happiness, emotion and feeling in general, in his mother book it was all weakness that he did not need. This dulled out his personality, almost making him a carbon copy of her and made him harsh and cruel to the world.

When he turned 13 his father found them in the forest of the north and stole him in the night. He came for his only child, and a son no less, the man did not care if he had 30 arms but if Jhin was his son so that meant he had a responsibility to raise him. Jhin knew who he was and simply left with him not putting up a fight at all, the fresh teenager knew of their arrangement and would not risk his life trying to fight off his father. So they left and returned to his home in the Flynenhael Conglomerate, where the man had a job as a solider. When he got Jhin, the boy was a spider in all sense of the word and this gave him the task of domesticating him. The next 4 years he would do everything he could to "normalize" the boy; education, manners, proper speech, usage of clothing and utensils, socialization, everything form a-z. Now 4 years was not enough to make him the poster boy of society, and his father could not erase the extra appendages that littered all throughout his body, but he was satisfied with his work. Jhin's time with his father was cruel and filled with a lot of fighting. He was constantly bullied and picked on by child and adult alike, and he did not nothing but survive it all. He took his mothers teachings to heart and fought anyone without mercy, his father did not lift a finger at this bullying simply calling it "character development" and moved onto focus on his job.

The decision to go to Mordhaben's Institute came after the reappearance of his mother. She had come to reclaim him, saying that he could learn nothing further form his father and the man's attempt to normalize him would only make him weak. They argued for a few months until finally Jhin spoke up about going to Mordhaben's, he wanted to learn more about the world hey lived in, he wanted to understand people and experience "human" things and going to the best institute was one way to do that. Everyone was going for their own reasons, plus peers would be his age and there would less of a chance of bullying. This was the only compromise and both parents allowed it at the condition the neither would try to whisk him away in the night. Jhin hopped at this opportunity, and set out to learn about what "life" really was.

Other:
-When his silk reflects off of any light it looks like golden strands. This because the thin layer of sticky liquid that covers his spider silk has colored properties, something not common with most of his species.
-He hates clothes, they make him feel confined.
-His mother gave him a set of 6 curved edge knives for "protection" as she called it.

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N A M E:
Mallory Mortimer

A P P E A R A N C E:
Mallory is a deathly pale young woman of 5'7, with unusual fluffy white hair and unusual lilac coloured eyes. Despite looking like a person who has never set a foot outside the shadows, Mallory is in good shape, having a reasonable amount of muscle distributed throughout her body. This does not detract from her overall ghostly appearance however, and her preference for dark and flowing clothes only seems to add to it.

A G E:
18

S P E C I E S:
Human

G E N D E R:
Female

O C C U P A T I O N:
Student

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Mallory is one of the more eccentric and humurous girls in a classroom, a generally relaxed type of person who often tries not to be so uptight when it comes to handling certain situations. She's usually perceived as a minor troublemaker of sorts due to her natural curiosity towards new things and new people, but often she's just trying to have a bit of harmless fun in a world as vast as her own. Her normal laugh may sound more like a villainous cackle, and her straightforwardness can be somewhat harsh, but generally, Mallory isn't going out of her way to purposefully inflict harm on anybody.

Contrary to what appears to be popular belief, Mallory isn't completely devoid of having manners or an idea of social etiquette. At first, she comes off as this confident and even friendly person with a bit of a mischievous side and a love for some witty banter between friends. But her closer classmates will know her as the sarcastic class clown who keeps people worriedly guessing with that bold and blunt attitude of hers. Despite all the negativity Mallory gets for all of this, rarely will she be shaken about the insults or grudges of others. Not that she doesn't have her much more serious and contemplative moments, but what good would it do acting so bleak and brooding all the time when there's so much to explore and experience? To her, with what little time most humans like her get on this earth, remaining hopeful for a new day or at least having some sort of goal in life is important.


B I O:
Considering the way Mallory... turned out, it can often come as a surprise that the girl had such a simple upbringing. Her parents, though gloriously witty and eccentric in nature, raised their only daughter in a healthy and generally stable household; she was a fortunate child, her family being neither rich nor poor.

It was inevitable that Mallory would grow a fascination for magic at a young age, her father and mother being very successful graduates from Mordhaben themselves. Even as a little girl the whole concept of magic greatly interested her, all those stories her parents would tell developing her curiosities even further. Coupled with her latent magical abilities she discovered when she nearly caused her garden to go up in brilliant blue flames, it would also be inevitable that Mallory would enroll at Mordhaben.

Although the idea of compulsory military training didn't sound as appealing at first, Mallory learned to keep an open mind about such things. This was her chance to learn even more about the powers she held, and perhaps, things that go beyond that. To improve her magic talents and expand her magical knowledge are her current goals, and Mallory is looking very much forward to doing so.

A T T R I B U T E S:

M A G I C T Y P E P R E F E R E N C E:
Heat Generation

I N N A T E M A G I C T A L E N T:
Blue Fire Manipulation (basically, extra hot fire)

I N T E R E S T S:

S K I L L S:

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Name: Kian Flandery

Appearance: Kian is what could be called an above average good looking guy, mostly because of his Lynx DNA which gives him white, almost flawless skin, with sharp long ears and emerald green feline eyes. His hair is completely white, being this it's true color. He is muscular but not bulky, standing at 188cm tall and weighting 78kg. Other than his pointy ears and feline eyes there is no tell that he is a Chimera. He favors long silk robes because he has read a book of the ancient world which speaks of a race called Elves that looked like him and dressed like that (he does not know that the book he read was a fantasy book).

Age: 21

Species: 6th Generation Lynx Chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: First year Student

Personality: Kian is a very charismatic and full of himself guy. Most of the time he only talks to other people if he has any benefit from it. However, he is very loyal to those who he considers his friends and is capable of anything to protect them and punish does against them.
When he uses his powers he likes to play with the reality of the adversary, often trying to affect the psychological first before affecting the physical.

Attributes:

Strength: 6
Endurance: 4
Constitution: 3
Agility: 6
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 6

Magic Type Preference: Sensory Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: "My World" - After touching a person, Kian creates a mental link between the two and he can change the perception of anything they see around them. (Can only affect a person at a time, at least for now. His power is something like a "Naruto Genjutsu" but cannot damage the person unless Kian does so in the "Real World")
Interests: Chess; Parties; Girls/Boys.
Skills: Mastermind; Charmer; Party Animal when past the 3 beers.

Biography: Kian was always the popular boy in his other schools, not being particularly good in any sport he never was the jock around but sometimes he was even more popular than them. Kian's parents are the much present parents due to their jobs, but he doesn't mind that because this way he is able to make huge parties at his house which everyone enjoys. In this parties Kian is normally the center of attention, not because he wants to, but well he just the embodiment of a party animal.
Not having a real aim in life Kian decided to join the school hoping to improve his skills in magic with the objective of joining the Mage Corp and maybe later join the Military Unit in the department of Spying and infiltration,

Name: Bawen Coridell

Appearance: Standing at a pathetic 5'0, most people see Bawen as little more than a pair of yellow-tan horns nestled quietly in a mess of curly black hair just below their sightline. He seems almost painfully thin, what little muscle visible tightly corded beneath pale skin almost begging for natural sunlight. The only color to him seems to be the considerable bags under his eyes, smokey and flushed purple from far too little sleep. If asked, he'd likely say he weighs around 100 pounds, though how accurate this is is debatable. His eyes seem to be the only feature that do not scream of neglect or disinterest, self inflicted or otherwise. They are odd things, an unnaturally bright blue iris around a squared pupil with an alertness entirely at odds with rest of himself.

Age: 17

Species: 3rd generation Sheep Chimera (Medium)

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student 1st year.

Personality: Bawen is at once both deathly loyal to his family and utterly terrified of not meeting their exceedingly high expectations of him. As such he is dedicated to his studies to the point of borderline self-destruction, often spending days without sleep or food to mastering even the most innocuous elements of magecraft. He has immense difficulty in speaking to other people, and is easily frustrated when they inevitably fail to follow his train of thought (which is often somewhat inverted from the norm, in fairness). Due to his family, he is disgusted with his status as a chimera, and tends to be somewhat subservient to 'pure blood' humans.

Openness to Experience: 40
Neuroticism: 80
Agreeableness: 40
Extroversion: 20
Conscientiousness: 70

Attributes:
Strength: 4
Endurance: 10
Constitution: 3
Agility: 3
Dexterity: 3
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 4

Magic Type Preference: Null magic-Walking awkwardly between traditional conjuration and alteration schools, Null magic deals with using one's strength of Compromise and Vision to deny reality, and thus evoke change.
Where as a 'normal' mage may use magic to will an object into existence, a Null mage will use their magic to deny the desired objects non-existence. Though similar, Mages skilled in null magic can be difficult for other compromise and vision based mages to deal with, as their evocations are often layered with contradictions and double think. However, it is especially vulnerable to foundation base casters, whose grounding in reality insulate them heavily from the intentionally backwards logic null mages employ.

Innate Magic Talent: Double space- By denying the idea that something occupies the space it currently is while simultaneously denying it is not NOT in a space he desires it to be, Bawen is capable of teleporting both himself and objects. While teleporting others is possible, it is best avoided, as minds not accustomed to Null logic may resist the spell out of reflex.

Interests: logic puzzles, study / research, poorly conceived (and written) romantic novels, crotchet, that feeling you get right before you body passes out from exhaustion.

Skills:
Can stay awake for a week at a time if left to his own devices(and will). Speaks Airelosian fluently. Magical energy reserves for days if you could ever get him to properly take care of himself. Bleats when surprised (which isn't really a skill, but it is cute.)

Biography:
By the time he was four, Bawen was keenly aware of the reputation of the Coridell family. Every Chimera who made their home along the coast south-east of the Unoctocan Empire did, and for good reason. Their presence in the region was as much a constant as the razor fields, and far more dangerous He could remember the village apothecary scaring him and his playmates with bogeyman esq tales of Coridell ships slipping silently into towns to steal away ill behaved boys and girls to make grotesque trophies of them.

The truth, however, was that they were originally a few Airelosians families who had fled their homes after some failed coup long since forgotten. A token effort at founding a new ‘nation’ was made, but was little more than a self-indulgent game of pretend for the idle mercenaries. And for a long time, that was as much as there was to it. The Coridells were, if he were being objective, nothing more than one of many domestic dangers that peppered the free territoires for much of their history. They’d only come into any ‘real’ form of power after selling their services to the Empire as ‘privateers’. A task they completed with a thoroughness that shocked even the Airelosians. He heard it said that it was actually possible to determine to the day when a port town was destroyed by simply measuring the depth of the crater where it once stood.

He was eleven when he first met his father, whose preoccupation with the war effort had, to borrow his own words ‘distracted’ him from Bawen’s existence. The reunion was far from the saccharine ordeal the boy had envisioned it would be. The elder Coridell seemed to look through him as he explained why he summoned them, stopping only to hush the fussy toddler perched on his knee with uncharacteristic gentleness.

Though now arguably one of the wealthier families in the free territories, the war had ended on a less than ideal note for the once proud ‘privateers’ of the empire. Unoctoc, though more than happy to maintain a token friendship, found the Coridells and their lands too rabid to be accepted as Imperial citizens, and the war-profiteers found themselves missing the steady income their patrons once provided. That Airelosia was watching them, silently hungry for revenge, was also a concern, albeit one that rung dimly in the halls of the estate.

Though they had free reign to come and go as they pleased, true membership was not an option until the softened their considerably harsh image. A task which was to fall to Bawen. In exchange, both he and his mother would be accepted into the family, despite their ‘condition’. Needless to say, refusing was not an option either chimera was eager to explore.

Bawen attempted to resist at first, accepting his lessons purely as a matter of survival. But the threats of summary execution where constant and reminders of his status as a lesser thing too frequent to ignore. He can't remember when he finally accepted it as truth. But it was his truth now as much as it was theirs, and he found himself mostly enjoying his new home not long after.

His father Harkin was kind when Bawen obeyed, at times he almost seemed proud, and he was nearly brought to tears whenever his younger brother Doril asked him to play. He never accepted, of course. There was too much to do and it would not have been proper. His step mother Raja was difficult to read, their exchanges often being limited to orders grunted in disgust, but there was a comfort in the indifference at least.

His actual mother proved to be the most wearing, always staring at him as if something had be ripped from his hands. He avoided speaking to her whenever possible. Their conversations were rarely productive in anyway and he refused to let the other chimera infect him with whatever it was that ate at her. His acceptance letter to Mordhaben’s was a welcomed excuse to be free of her and, more importantly, finally start improving his family's reputation.

Name: Jesse Cassesso Belladonna

Appearance: Jesse is petite, despite being 5'3" Jesse just looks smaller. It is probably her habit of wearing clothes that swamp her frame. With Jesses light blue eyes, and mid-back length brunet hair Jesse can be seen as rather cute. Making most forget that they are essentially a living Weapon of mass destruction.

Age: 17

Species: Human (Some say that the Belladonna family have chimera blood mix in, but this is probably speculation.)

Gender: Female

Occupation: Student

Personality: She doesn't seem capable of emotion, as her face never shifts that much no matter what is happening. The lack of emotion is from her family, and despite how she looks she does have and express emotion, it is just harder to see, even probably being the most expressive Belladonna ever. Furthermore she is quick to hang onto anything, or one, that she deems cute.

Openness to Experience: 80
Neuroticism: 20
Agreeableness: 50
Extroversion: 50
Conscientiousness: 60

Attributes: 40
Strength: 3
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 4
Agility: 4
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 7
Charisma: 5

Magic Type Preference: Energy conjuration
Innate Magic Talent:-Destruction (A lot of destruction)
-Summon-Mr. Diggles (it's a rock with a smiley face, that when summoned doesn't move)
Interests: Bird watching, Reading, studying
Skills: Weirdly good at moving around unnoticed, fencing

Biography:
Jesses first use of magic was, blowing up a table. Not really the most subtle use of magic, but she had magic none the less. Unfortunately after learning some of what her family knew it was apparent that she was far beater at destroying things than anything else.
Well her cousins could manipulate the weather, teleport, or even stop time Jesse was destroying rooms in a loud and flashy manner. Well her skill at destruction would be amazing to almost any other mage family, Jesse is a Belladonna.
Belladonnas are mages, supposedly among the first people to learn. Jesse is from the current generation of Belladonna, descending from a line of Belladonnas. Well the magic that each member use vary, like all Mages, the Belladonnas tend to follow their namesake. With unmatched subtlety Belladonnas could enter wars and change the outcome to their favor with no one really knowing when, what, or how they did it until long afterward, if ever. If everything is working for you for no explicit reason either you are very lucky or a Belladonna wants you to succeed.
Jesse was able to convince her family to let her train at Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages. Well she is a Belladonna, and proud of it, that way of using magic just doesn't work for her. If she needs to learn differently than her family maybe Mordhaben is the right first step.

Name: L’ilisht (Actually Lil’ Shit but he was too young to realize it was an insult at the time, and L’ilisht just…kind of stuck)

Appearance: As a second-generation chimera, this guy is ugly. He still has four eyes (two of which are compound prey eyes, two of which are humanoid predatory eyes), his skin is somewhat chitinous (it has a slight sheen to it, it has less “give” or stretchiness than human skin, it feels somewhat hard, and has a very pale blue tint to it), and he has a secondary pair of smaller arms located about half a foot below his regular arms. To accommodate this, his shoulders are broader than average, resulting in his torso having the basic shape of an inverted triangle. His hair is short and black, though it is more akin to the spines on a hedgehog. He has no ears, just a foldable membrane designed to help keep his ear-holes from being plugged with debris. However, he can flare this membrane out to look somewhat like an ear. An eldritch, chitinous, tiny ear.

He’s about 7’3” tall, and weighs just over 400 pounds. Standing with his arms resting at his side, he’s around 3-feet wide across the shoulders. For reference, that’s nearly twice as wide at the shoulder as the average male. Part of this is absolutely owed to his altered body structure, but even at his lower arms, which are closer together, he’s quite a bit wider than your average person.

Age: 20

Species: 2nd-Generation Dragonfly chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: 1st year student

Personality: Not. Friendly. Always alert. Doesn’t like being touched. Not many people bother to learn beyond that. He has little in the way of loyalty or desire for friends, and likely seems like a sociopath to those who don’t try to get to know him. He’s not a sociopath, he just hates people and interacting with people, to the point where he actively discourages it.

Openness to Experience: 15
Neuroticism: 65
Agreeableness: 5
Extroversion: 5
Conscientiousness: 90

Attributes:

Strength: 9
Endurance: 6
Constitution: 8
Agility: 3
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 2
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 2

Magic Type Preference: Physical Enhancement

Innate Magic Talent: Alteration of physical attributes (primarily weakening and strengthening). He uses this mostly to augment his already-amazing fighting talent, moving faster than somebody with his body has any right to, and hitting better and harder than would be considered possible for anything other than a first-gen chimera or monster. While he can technically alter the existence of other beings, his poor affinity for Vision and Compromise make this somewhat difficult against anybody, or anything, with real training or discipline.

Interests: Training, Fighting, Exercising, Sparring
Skills: Fighting, Survivalism, some cooking, Hunting, Shooting, Swordsmanship

Biography: L’ilisht was born two a pair of 1st-generation chimeras. As one might imagine, those parents are no longer among the living, having been the targets of the hatred, pity, or disgust of most of the living things on this planet. Monsters killed his parents, along with quite a few other first-gens living in a small village West of Mordhaben’s. He was around 4 when this happened.

At 8 he killed his first monster with an old shotgun he’d found. 10-gauge slug to the head will put most things down, as it turns out. Now, the recoil damn near broke his arms, mind you, but the damn thing died.

Over time, he slowly headed East, taking shelter where he could with and traveling with the few survivors of the village who stuck together. They were the ones who gave him his name, as bringing a large, withdrawn, broody little child was a bit more of a hassle than they wanted, but they weren’t monsters, some might say ironically.

Eventually, they settled near Mordhaben’s, managing to get by while L’ilisht trained with magic and with martial equipment, eventually to the point where he decided that hunting monsters wasn’t what he wanted to do with all of his time. Even if he spent the rest of his life making up for those years on the run by fighting, hunting, and killing monsters, he’d prefer to be better at what he was doing.

Equipment: 10-gauge shotgun (loaded with slugs), .357 revolver, claymore, monster-hunting armor (akin to half-plate from DnD)

Name: Mori Bombizix

Appearance:

Mori is the picture of elegance and grace. Standing 7 foot tall 7 inches, with a lanky frame more befitting a dancer than a solider or the tottering limpness associated with stereotypical mages. His skin is a soft milky white, with semi-hard plates just below. He has no wings, sadly, but often fashions fanciful facsimiles to his outfits. While he does have a nose, it is largely vestigial, leaving his feathery antennae as his primary method of smelling. They are highly developed and sensitive (flitting about seeming of their own volition). More importantly however, they frame his face perfectly.

Age: 18

Species: 2nd generation Silk Moth Chimera

Gender:Male

Occupation: 2nd year student.

Personality: Mori is vain to a fault. He really can’t help it, when you’re a figure of immaculate beauty such as he, your ego naturally bloats. If only a little. He strives to be warm and friendly to everyone, regardless of circumstance, as he considers it only fair not to play favorites with his world wide audience.

However, if there is one thing he love more than himself, it is watching the beauty of others blossom. As such, he often engages in ‘makeovers’ with those who are odds with themselves, either in a literal sense or encouraging them. While at times he might wish to, he will never force a change anyone, as he feels thing must be unique for them to be beautiful. If he at any point feels he is having a corrosive effect on someone else's quest to become beautiful (whatever that may mean to them), he will not hesitate to abandon them and never look back.

Openness: 90
Neuroticism: 20
Agreeableness: 60
Extroversion: 100
Conscientiousness: 50

Strength:3
Endurance:4
Constitution:3
Agility:6
Dexterity:6
Intelligence:5
Wisdom:4
Charisma: 9

Magic Type Preference: Healing and Biological magic.

Innate Magic Talent: Red Thread: Mori is able to boost his silk production to absolutely absurd levels by using magic to manipulate the glands in his wrists, able to liberally coat a small room in a matter of seconds. The silks properties do not change beyond changing color to red, but considering its natural tensile strength is comparable to steel, can make it a very effective way to bind people.

Interests: Designing his own clothes, himself, giving makeovers, meddling, HIMSELF, fire based magic (sooo pretty). Did he mention himself yet?

Skills: Skilled field surgeon, keen eye for detail, skilled speaker and natural charisma that could win over even the most hardened of Airelosians. Highly sensitive sense of smell.

Biography: Bombizix is a name often associated with the finest textile conglomerate that has made its home Swazivan, a boarder region of the Empire near Flynenhael. Currently lead by Shini Bombizix, a Moth Monstress as shrewd in business as she is large. A position she is likely to be the last to hold, if a male moth is not found soon for the purposes of siring heirs capable of the neigh industrial scale of silk production they enable. In their prime, the clan was home to no less than eight full Moth mothers, though this number has since dwindled to a mere three.
His mother, Bella, was one of fifty eight children of Shini and a human man who caught her many eyes, all incapable of producing even the slightest amount of silk. While disappointing, the small brood(compared to normal unions of human and moth monsters atleast) was still quiet dear to the clan and they were soon spoiled to near rotten levels. During their younger years, through a combination of boredom and immense wealth, they often played hosts to lavish parties (their ‘legend’ even being known at the core of the empire for a time).

Bella and her sisters soon met their future husbands (and wife, in one case), when the local emperial peacekeeping force, known as the Swazivan Salamanders(named for their famous love affair with all things combustible), were forced to shut down a particularly ruckus party, an event which took the better part of four days to bring to a full stop. The Salamander Captain, Porious D. Ragnul, became adamant Shini reign in her children, to which she reluctantly agreed. Bella and her siblings were displeased to be placed under house arrest, but had little choice with the threat of being cut off from the family wealth hanging over their heads made worse that it would be under the supervision of The Salamanders.

The union proved to be mutual beneficial in the end however. The Bombizix girls mellowed considerably and eventually warmed up to their ‘wardens’, now more focused more on the family business as seamstresses, saleswomen, accountants and other disciplines. The Salamanders, for their part, changed little beyond becoming one of the few regiments in the Empire whose officers were draped exclusively in luxury silks and later, the arms of tall moth women.

Mori’s father was one such officer, Ignus Ragnul, having eventually succumb to his mother's repeated advances and fathering seventeen children (though, in fairness, that was simply one brood). However, the Bombizix clan was quickly becoming one of the largest families in the region, and even with their considerable income now bolstered with new clients in the empire’s capital, were struggling to maintain themselves economically on the silk of three moths. When Mori was four, however, it was discovered that the silk spinning gene had simply skipped a generation. While he and his 232 cousins could only spin an eight of their grandmothers, they were able to not only save the family from financial ruin, but provided enough that the family could now expand into new ventures should their generation be the last to be able to spin their signature good.

While Mori spent much of his youth being pressured to go into the family business like the rest of his clan, he rarely expressed much interest in doing so. While he loved his family, being one of literally hundreds of children left him and others somewhat starved for attention, and if his older cousins were any indication, working within the clan would do little alleviate that. During his early teens, he adopted his current bombastic nature, in the hopes of eking out some extra affection, though this won him little more than the occasional half hearted scolding from his mother.

Seeking to make a name for himself outside the family, he began volunteering his time to local clinics for initially selfish reasons. However, he soon found himself to be genuinely enjoying his rudimentary nursing duties, though became frustrated at the clinic lack of staff surgical staff skilled enough to safely perform cosmetic surgeries for those with correctable accidental or natural deformities. His request to his grandmother to bring a mage or doctor in fell on deaf ears, and he enrolled to Mordhaben in rebellion, deciding that if his family would not help then he would do it himself.