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Name: Gat Melker 
Age: 21
Gander: Male
Level/Tier: V2
House: Bestia

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Gat is the laid back looking student. A slight stubble, grey eyes and a slightly muscular, 6,1 build. His hair is almost never kept unless his sister does it for him. His clothes baggy, often times just walking around in sleepwear and a old pair of boots. Trying to get him to actually get dressed only earning him a pair of pants and oversized coat. He cares very little for appearance, he just wants to get things done, and get them done fast. 

Alignment: Revolutionary,

[b]Personality/Habits:[/b]
Gat's appearance from a distance would make you think he's quiet or laid back. Most of his friends made the assumption and regret it to this day. The guy is loud, boisterous, a terrible dare devil that gets himself into way too much trouble when on the field. He learns from doing, practising on his own, but it's never difficult to find him from the long string of curses that usually follow. 

He's the one you'd want to be at your party, but to leave soon after. Fun, outgoing and always there for his friends. If you give him a dare, he will never turn it down. If you come to him needing help, then you'll have it. An all around good person who is a tad protective over his sister who had recently enrolled into L'Mordryn Academy. 

He has a few habits. Clicking his tongue if its too quiet. Tapping his fingers on the table as he's reading, or whenever he finishes a meal. Half the time he doesn’t realize he's doing it. 


[b]Background: [/b]
Gat didn't have much of a family. Just aunts and Uncles that lived in various towns and cities, all of them offering to take him and his sister for the night, but no more than one night. Everyone was struggling, they all had mouths to feed, and with their connections so shallow. He often found himself going to bed on an empty stomach after his parents were killed in a carriage accident. He was only 12 when he was expected to take care of Mera, and by the gods he was going to do his best. Often cheating and stealing, the boy would be a known annoyance all throughout Desrn, his home town. Swiping food, or coin from anyone who's attention was too far from him. 

Though his age wouldn't protect him forever, no matter what his reasons for stealing was for. Eventually, guards and shop owners were coming after him. Gat often times hiding his little sister and making a run for it so they wouldn't connect each other to his crimes. A few nights in jail, a few missing teeth, and lots of debt. Things simply would go from bad to worse, yet throughout it all, Mera stuck with him. The softer of the two, she would take on odd jobs to try and earn coin the old fashion way. A savings being made as she would tell him time and time again that she would save up and head over to a real Academy or gain an apprenticeship with a true magic user. It was a sweet sight to see her hard at work like that, but that didn't stop him from his acts. 

Over the years he made friends between the cluster of towns that he would travel between. Bar fights, raids, break ins, the like. A scrapper with a loud personality that we welcome in the old run down guilds that are seen as weeds in any settlement. At the age of 15, he was finally able to leave Mera by herself for a few days so he could get more work in. Brown stone, Desrn, Roamer, he would go from place to place. Each time getting more coin, and each time getting more targets painted on his back. He was determined to get Mera out of this life, and if she wanted an apprenticeship. He was going to send her to a mentor as far away from their home town as he could, so she could study in peace. 

Eventually, he stole something from the wrong person. His deeds finally caught up to him. An old friend of his, Normin, had tipped him off that a noble house was left empty for a few days as the owner had gone off to do something. It was too good to be true, but Gat had to go and see it. In the dead of night, the boy slipped in through one of the windows, Normin keeping watch as he grabbed everything he could. Jewels, gold, weapons with encrested hilts. Eventually his hands sweeping over a book of hand crafted leather, and writing he could not hope to understand. Each page a work of art, as beasts seemed to simply flow through the paper. Without thinking he took it, strapping it in his bag and leaving. 
He didn't realize he stole a contract book from one of the head members of house Lorall. The members were known to be top summoners, having grand beasts at their beck and call, even from a young age. He didn't realize that the objects were linked to a warrior that was as ruthless as he was skilled. The ground shook when he entered Brown Stone, Gat not understanding what was going on until it was too late. Byrin Lorall, the head of the house was waiting for him, a Leshen looming behind him, waiting to twist and tear their little hide out to shreds as Mera demanded he tell her what was going on. 

The door flying open, Byrin strolled in. He was shorter then Gat, much to his surprise, and the sight only caused him to snicker despite the ever looming shadow of death that was watching him from the door way. To this day, he has no idea what Byrin saw in him, maybe it was because he still laughed despite his situation. Maybe it was because he saw that he was stealing for his sister, a young girl who was already practising summoning. Or maybe the man was just crazy, board or thought he could beat the smug grin of Gat's young face. 
He wouldn't be able to tell you. Though, he could tell you how the pale skinned man held out a gloved hand and told him to walk with him, leading him out of the town, Mera a little ways off. How he asked him to explain the book he stole, as he began to explain the intricacies of summoning beasts. A long, long walk was in store for him, he walked him all the way back to the Lorall estate and set the book back on it's pedestal. Only for Byrin to explain how he and his child were looking for apprentices. 

That was the start of his new life. Gat was taught to read, to write. He was taught to fight, no more scraps and throwing sand, to actually fight. The lorall was not one for kind training, or days off. Every day was hell, but he took to each lesson as though his life depended on it, cause honestly, sometimes it did. He was 18 when he was finally aloud to summon beasts on his own, usually simple things like a dog, or cow. But the pride it gave was like nothing else. 

He was 18 when he was summoning beasts, and he was 19 when he was sent to the Academy. Living his sister's dream all because he stole from the right person at the perfect time. 
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[hider=Mera]

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Name: Mera Melker
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Level/Tier | A1
House: Phantasma

Personality/habits:
While her brother is a loud, bashful and crazed man that can be seen at every party the Academy has to offer. Mera is a very stark contrast against him, she's laid back. An easy going nature that will work with whatever she is given. She's quick to smile, and quick to befriend though her version of friends is just waving at you in the hall and knowing your name. 
A bit of a loner, you can often find her trying to perfect her craft in the strangest places, rooftops, bathrooms, stables. Anywhere that is not the study due to the fact that when she's training, she's always making noise. Clicking her tongue, humming a tune, or tapping something, anything really. She's been known to drive others mad with her constant noise, but its something that she really can't break any time soon.

Backgroung:

When Byrian Lorall came to take her brother. She was shocked, scared, and confused, she belived he was going to take the only family she had left and leave her to fend for herself in brown stone. Yet the man was fairly kind, soon telling her that his daughter was a gifted summoner, and that she was looking for someone willing to work harder than anyone. 

What he didn't tell her, was that his daughter lived on the other side of the world. Aurora Lorall, it only took days for the woman to show up. Skin as white as snow and softly closed eyes as she appeared at the estate seeming to fly herself, yet at a second glance, one could see the very feint outline of what appeared to be a drake. In her hand, was a cane of ebony, one that she tapped at Mera's leg, causing the woman to jump back, studying everything she could she asked a question that only made the woman laugh. "Are you blind, ma’am?"

She only shook her head, tapping her cane and was already walking back to her drake. "No little one. I am not blind, I simply can not see." She didn't get much time to say goodbye to her brother, Aurora seeming to not want to stick around for long had Mera gather her things that same day. The ride being one of the most amazing moments of her life. What would have taken months, maybe even years, was only a few days ride on the back of a beast that she could hardly see. 

Mera spent her training with Aurora in the high peaks of icy mountains. It was cold, harsh and unforgiving, but she was quick to learn how to enjoy the little things. Like how there was always music playing somewhere. Or how Aurora, while seeming to be an old soul would laugh at her jokes. She was the first to see the sun rise, and got to see sides to the ability of summoning beasts that she never thought she would see. 

Auaora Lorall had made her summons straight from her mind. Easily one of the most advanced styles, and it only set Mera on edge when she realized that the beasts were always with her. Invisible creatures, forms barely moving through her vision, and always kept her on her toes. She was never alone, never a moment of peace and never a moment of silence. 

Her first real summons was not planned. She was hiking with Aurora, the woman telling her to lead since she always fell behind not being used to the air pressure. It was a normal day, wandering over the cliff side, herself become more sure footed with each passing day. She didn't remember was her mentor said to her right before it happened. The rocks were unsteady, ready to give out at any moment, that moment being when Mera stepped over it. She was in and out of sight before she could even realize what had happened. Sliding down, breaking bones, and landing in a cave so deep, that she couldn't hear Aurora's cries as she tried to tell her that she would get out.

The most terrifying moments of her young life were spent in that cave. It was dark, dank, and every little sound she made was like nails on chalk board. Her gear was keeping her warm enough, but as time passed she felt the pangs of hunger twisting in her gut, the feeling of hopelessness as she paced back and forth to keep herself warm. The feeling of fear from the skittering sound of nightmares just beyond the shadows of total darkness. 
She was meaning to just call a companion she had before. A fox that was always happy to greet her. Yet as she reached for the link, the bust of magic that came from her desperation was enough to send her flying back. The clicking sound of mandibles, and tapping of what seemed like armour, boomed in the space around her. She was shaking, reaching out, only to feel the coarse, hardened shell of a beast that was very far from a fox. "H-hello..."

"You called me....Why would a thing such as yourself, call, me?" The voice was deep, interested. An air of power held with every word as it slipped in and out of her vision. Her mouth was dry, she was in agony, and so, there was only one real answer she had. "I was wondering if someone could help me." It lowered it's head Mera being met with three sets of eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul. "Tell me child, do you fear me?" The question seemed to hold a hiss, the sound of something else moving behind her, yet Mera just couldn't move out of sight from those eyes. "You haven't killed me yet, so I don't think so, no."

"You call a Scorptur, asking for help? What a strange thing you are." Before she could ask how such a beast was here, or how she called it. She felt something grab her back pack, lifting her up and setting her on the back of a beast that was covered in some kind of hard shell, legs and tails. She could only feel blindly for a hand hold as the beast skittered up the way she came and into blinding light, only to be met with a truly terrifying sight of a creature that she owed her life too. 

"What is your name child?" The beast would ask, turning its capered head to stare at her. Mera found that she could only answer, the beast nodding before letting her climb down, so she could get a real good look at the summons that she had managed to grab, wile stammering out her thanks. "Well then, Mera. You're an interesting little thing, polite too. You may call me Spera, do try not to get into too much trouble."

Spera ended up being one of her closets friends. A summon, yes, and indeed a friend. She always heard of beasts like the scorpion to belong to those with bad intentions, yet Mera just couldn't bring herself to connect the image now. Spera was a wonderful summons, patient, understanding, and always willing to be a second teacher if called. Though it was very clear to never disrespect the being, each tail holding a different venom, that Spera was all too happy to explain in great detail. 

As the years passed, Aurora had finally given her blessing to leave. Only for a letter to reach her from her brother, a conmen thing but one that was starting a new chapter in her life. An invitation to L'Mordryn Academy as a first year. 

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Nimp is a simple wisp. Not good for much aside from causing some laughs and offering a night light. Though Mera has always loved the little personality that the summon brings whenever she calls for it. 
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Kidu is a simple forest spirit. A helpful guide that can be used to find your way around whenever you get lost. Few words are ever spoken, but so long as you offer the creature food, it will happily show you the way to wherever it is you need to go. 

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Spera is a Scorptur, a usually solitary beast that is heavily equpped for combat. Her on skills including the three tails. 

First tail: A tranquillizer that causes the muscled to go numb, and is ideal for capturing prey.

Second tail: A venom, that will kill their prey within a few minutes.

Third tail: The most important tail, holding the antidote. 

Spera also has a set of sharp claws that can be used as meelee weapons, and a piercing shriek that would cause lesser beasts to flee from her in fear. Though this is mostly used to her advantage if she just wants some peace and quiet. 

Spera is a old being elderly for a scorptur, board of her time in isolation, she answered Mera's calls due to her plain being so close. Though sometimes she will ignore the girl entirely, obviously being a bit high of a beast for the girl to keep up with. Yet she had some caring nature to her, willing to pass her knowledge to what is an eager student in her eyes. 

While most of her kind will find partners due to their cunning and strength. Spera found herself fascinated by Mera due to her gentle nature. She stared at a beast that seemed to be crafted from corrupted nightmares and brining death itself. Yet the girl was merely curios, asking for help despite the seemingly sinister voice she provided in the cover of darkness. She seems to be almost motherly to the girl at times, demanding she be better if they want this partnership to last, but still holding a bit of pride for the girl that was always striving to do just that, be better. For the human who held no fear for something that had mad even the most hardened warriors shake before her. Only asking for help, help that she was willing to give only for the human to grow on her. 
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