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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: 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.

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: 7
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 7

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.