"It matters not what someone is born as, but what they grow to become."

One wouldn't find it surprising if Carmillia was a princess, given the way she carries herself. Carmillia appears to be a model noble: elegant, soft-spoken, and well-mannered. It is clear she is conscientious of her outward appearance yet others can't help but fall for her charming nature. People are often surprised when they realize she isn't even a noble, much less a princess, and actually of the merchant caste. However, this tends to aid her charm instead. Instead of coming off as pretentious, Carmillia instead exudes dignity. Despite being of the merchant caste, who tend to be a tad bit unscrupulous, she's all but that. As if this wasn't enough, Carmillia tops it all off with her intellect, not only academically but wise in the ways of the world as well.

In reality, the real Carmillia is far from her outward appearance. It wouldn't entirely be accurate to call her outer personality entirely fake as it would be closer to consider it a rose tinted lens placed upon her real personality. Instead of being eloquent and charming, Carmillia is instead... persuasive and beguiling. Those that have caught a glimpse of her with her facade down have all immediately realize how terrifying it can be to cross her. Instead of for good, Carmillia prefers to use her intellect to scheme and plan to her own benefit. The only trait she has that is entirely false would be her seemingly generous nature. Carmillia doesn't believe in helping others unless it's ultimately for her own gain; for people who can't climb out of the holes they've dug themselves, don't deserve a helping hand.







Carmillia is fluent over multiple languages, a necessity for any merchant who has intentions of rising through the social ladder. She's best in Avincian and Perrench. She was able to pick Torragonese easily enough with it's Avincian similarities.

With the Empire of Belzagg being a trading powerhouse, Carmillia has learned several of the more common dialects. In terms of Rettanese, Carmillia can only speak a single dialect but she's found it to be more than sufficient to communicate with traders. As for Eskandish, she has limited working proficiency with it but as of yet has no intention to further practice the dying language. She has a similar fluency with Inipori but unlike Eskandish, she intends to improve her proficiency.

As much as she would like to improve her Yasoi which could be considered at an elementary level, the scarcity of Yasoi language tutors and the various dialects make it difficult.

On a scale of 1-5 (1 being able to ask simple questions and 5 as it being akin to your native language):
Avincian: 5
Perrench: 5
Torragonese: 4
Rettanese: 3
Inipori: 2
Eskandish: 2
Yasoi: 1



Carmillia is redblood with a RAS score of 4.8 and no secondary mana type. She also suffers from a below average drawing range even when compared to other practitioners of similar scores. The one upside is that she possesses a prodigious amount of control.

Under normal circumstances, even within the chemical school of magic—the most energy efficient school—a magic practitioner with such a low RAS score is unable to accomplish much. However, that is when you're accessing one's capabilities using conventional means. Take one of the rudimentary spells of the chemical school; Blessing of Joy. A conventionally skilled magus would employ it to send their target into a stupor of happiness even against their will. Carmillia is unable to execute the spell to such a degree. Nonetheless, execute it she can. Taking advantage of her superior control as well as innately low RAS score, Carmillia is able stimulate the production of hormones such as dopamine or endorphins but at much more diminished level, allow her to gently push or pull on an individual's emotions. A fitting analogy would be that of picturing a standard magus as a ten-meter tall giant. Now trying picturing that giant trying to pick up a small cat without harming it. Whereas Carmillia can do so with no difficulty whatsoever.

Though such a feat might initially sound meagre, a tool's worth lies in how you use it. By carefully drawing the most miniscule amounts of energy and manipulating it at a high degree of efficiency, Carmillia is able to influence the emotions of others without their knowing. She is able to avoid detection from all but the most skilled of mages and even then only if they were paying close attention.

Such a basic spell. Such a small effect. And yet when combined with either her charm or guile, the merchant Carmillia becomes a silver-tounged devil that always gets her way. She uses it to form connections with established and more powerful noble families. She forces other merchants to willingly give her favorable terms. She even uses it casually just to make people like her more. Her employees are completely loyal and constantly motivated to be of use to her. None of her victims any the wiser.

What are emotions if not simply the ever changing balance of one's own hormones? Happiness, sadness, fear, disgust, anger and a plethora of other more specific emotions such as motivation or shame. Carmillia is able to play with your emotions without you ever even knowing. The worst best part? Without knowing the possibility of foul play, consistent interaction causes one to admire, respect or fear her even more as everything is attributed to her natural charisma.

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Though hormone manipulation is her specialty and honed over years of use, Carmillia is capable of other spells. Despite her shortcomings, her prodigious control means Carmillia is able to pick up magic extraordinarily fast. The downside is that their effects are often negligible. Take for instance the arcane spell Lich's Touch; Carmillia is unable to siphon any significant amount of heat from the target, causing them to feel chilly at most instead of weakening them, let alone killing them.





When she was orphaned at thirteen, young Carmillia had nothing other than her Gift. Though there was some semblance of her wit and charm that the current day Carmillia possessed, at the time she was nowhere close to being the silver-tounged charmer she would come to be. In order to survive on the streets of Perrence, she joined a thieving crew of young kids managed by a local gang; The Crimson Hand. Though she was initially inept at pickpocketing, she came to realize she could cause her victims to be more easily distracted through manipulating their estrogen levels, causing them to be more easily distracted. It did not take long her to become the most 'skilled' in the crew and for her to catch the eye of her handler.

She was introduced to the main gang within the year. The Crimson Hand specialized in organized theft though they dabbled in other lucrative affairs such ranging from commissioned 'intimidation' to opium. They was much skepticism when she was recommended for a more prominent role by her handler but Carmillia quickly proved her worth. She was a quick study and was aided by the fact she easily weaved through the inner politics through use of her Gift. She was no stranger to violence, having murdered her own parents. As a result, her seniors were more than happy to guide and teach her. By the time she was fifteen, Carmillia belonged in the upper echelons of the gang and had amassed a small fortune as a result of being offered generous shares whenever they accomplished a job. Now with much more wit and street smarts, Carmillia felt it was time for her to leave the nest. She was no longer satisfied hiding in the underworld.

Remembering the stories the servants used to tell about her grandfather, Carmillia wanted to recreate his achievements. She wanted to back to the life of a merchant.

Textiles was the industry she chose to dabble in, simply because she liked the idea of fashion. A fifteen year old girl wanting to purchase her own shop and sell textiles was an odd sight but she was happily and willingly aided by established merchants who had felt compelled to help her out. Similarly to how she climbed up the hierarchy in The Crimson Hand, she quickly rose up. She educated herself in the art of business through enlisting tutors and guidance of other merchants. She studied various languages in order to expand her operations to deal with foreign merchants. Carmillia was like a tiny storm that dazzled those around her. As her influence grew, she started encountering more roadblocks. Merchants who would interfere with her trades, merchants she couldn't directly influence as they never met. People who were jealous of her success employed underhanded tactics such as spreading rumors or vandalizing her ever expanding shops.

She dealt with it in the most pragmatic way she knew of; she went back to The Crimson Hand. The difference this time, was that she was a patron. She was met with open arms. Her old comrades were happy to see her again and she had lucrative jobs to offer them. Learning from her enemies, Carmillia fought fire with fire. She even joined in with the gang on occasion, taking joy in their expressions when they realized who was attacking their businesses. She was careful, making sure to discredit them so no one would believe their claims against Carmillia.

At seventeen, Carmillia was the proud owner of nine shops spread around Perrence. However, the growth of her small empire was slowing. Negotiations were harder and deals were becoming less favorable. There was only so much her gift could do; it had to work in conjunction with her own charismatic influence. She lacked the status that came with being a powerful magus. Though she was confident there was still room for her business to grow, the rate of progress was frustrating.

This was when her interest in Ersand'Enise began. There was a certain amount of prestige that came with being an alumni of Ersand'Enise. It would also be easier to form connections with young prominent nobles. To top it all off, rumors of the Traveler were spreading. The world was changing and Ersand'Enise was the center of the magical world.

Though it was unlikely someone with an RAS score of 4.8 would be accepted into the academy, Carmillia simply had to pull a few strings. She dropped a decently sized donation. She charmed the RAS testers to look the other way as she leaked energy during the test, allowing her to score a 5.0. Lastly, she made sure to impress the interviewers with her achievements. She was in.


Contrary to eventful past, unique Gift and extensive personality, Carmillia's motivations are simple. Abstract even. She believes in order to achieve happiness, she needs to possess money and power which is why she constantly moves forward with those goals in mind.


The only item Carmillia is currently attached to and brings with when she travels is the knife she used to slit the throats of her parents. Though the knife itself appears mundane, it is of good quality and was once part of her father's collection. It holds sentimental value for her.

“Just because I can doesn’t mean I should and all that, but it also doesn’t necessarily mean I shouldn’t…”

If Yimu’s personality were to be described in under ten words it would probably be something along the lines of, obsessively driven to learn and a compulsive shit-stirrer. On the one hand, first and foremost since the moment, she learned to read and discovered her knack for academics, acquiring new information has always been her foremost goal. On the other hand, Yimu is the kind of person that feels the need to stir up trouble wherever she goes, namely trouble for anyone who she deems deserving of it and while minor slights and accidents aren’t alone enough to put one on her shitlist, other things, like being born into too much money or demanding her respect certainly are.

Stemming from a childhood filled with praises for her intelligence and later on reinforced by her own successes, Yimu has a very inflated sense of self-worth when it comes to her intelligence and looks down on those she perceives as having had their own successes simply handed to them. She is overconfident when it comes to her ability to deal with her problems and subsequently tends to be dismissive when it comes to the costs, risks and consequences of her actions.


Yimu would best be described as having a very plain and somewhat messy appearance, clearly of Rettanese decent, though perhaps with a little something else mixed in there, hard to say for certain. If anything were to stand out about her at all, it would be just how little effort she put into keeping her appearance up, with simple cheap clothing and tangled brown hair she clearly cut herself with the same lack of consideration that determined the rest of her appearance.


Yimu grew up speaking Rettanese and this is the language she is most comfortable speaking. Her mother made sure she was also capable of speaking Avincian, and though she still has a bit of an accent, Yimu’s fluency has rapidly improved since she started using the language more regularly.

In addition, to speaking the languages, Yimu can read both Rettanese and Avincian, and thanks to her love of books, she can also read a little Inipori, though only to a basic level.


Looking at Yimu’s innate magical talents most mages wouldn’t be impressed, if anything they’d think her magically crippled, a truecaster with a RAS below average for even a normal mage. An astoundingly rare occurance, and not for the better. What truly makes her stand out in spite of her shortcomings, is just how good she is at using what she has. A prodigiously quick learner with an above-average control of her magic, Yimu has excelled at what little magical training she has received thus far.

Yimu favours no particular school, finding the idea of specialising to be both self-limiting and a wasted opportunity to learn, and thus, wholly intolerable.


Yimu was raised in her early years by her mother. She never really had any idea who exactly her father was and given her mother’s line of work, it could have realistically been nearly anyone, though considering that her mother always described her as their ticket out of the lower class while she was alive and the fact that she later manifested magic, Yimu suspects her mother knew exactly who her father was, presumably some noble or merchant.

Owing to her mother’s belief that Yimu would pull the two of them out of poverty, Yimu was provided with an education. Certainly, it was nothing compared to what most nobles had, or even what some merchants received, but it was a far cry better than what the average commoner received, which is to say, any education at all. Unfortunately, funding that education wasn’t exactly cheap and her mother’s work wasn’t without its risks, and when Yimu was 9 she was promptly orphaned.

Yimu managed to avoid sleeping on the streets for the most part, especially once she got used to surviving on her own. Most of the time she made do by selling her help to any inns or merchants that would accept it in exchange for food and shelter, it certainly helped that she had some measure of education and that she very quickly learned to pick up on the kinds of people would feel bad for her and the kinds that she shouldn’t approach.

During this period she spent most of her free time immersed in reading whatever she could get her hands on, often over and over again when she didn’t have anything new to read. She acquired new reading materials whenever the opportunities presented themselves, often as payment from merchants carrying them, or occasionally, quietly slipped away with after they were left behind at an inn she was working at. It was in this way that she first discovered magic, in the contents of a book left forgotten by a wealthy patron at some inn. She’d tried it out on a whim, a simple arcane drawing of the light and heat from a candle, not really expecting anything of it, magical aptitude was reserved for the elite after all. Except it had worked. The candle had dimmed and flickered, before snuffing out entirely, only to be returned to its original state after a little further reading and some trial and error.

It didn’t take long after that for Yimu to be outed as a mage, no doubt in large part due to how blatantly she practised and studied magic in public places, and her brazen self-advertising of her magical capabilities as a means of getting more and better work for herself. Not that she was particularly trying to hide it really, if anything it afforded her an opportunity, one which she happily leveraged when she was eventually approached, using it to get herself some basic training and eventually a spot in the Academy.


Above all else Yimu desires to learn, something she thought she’d never get the opportunity to do in earnest and fully intends to capitalise on now that she has such an opportunity. Secondary to that is the fact that she’s now surrounded by the sorts of people she views as having had their successes handed to them on a silver platter, she simply isn't willing to fall behind in such an environment and showing up the competition would just be icing on the cake.


Yimu’s possessions are relatively straightforward, the bare necessities needed to survive for someone that moves around a lot. Her clothes are cheap, but not so cheap as to simply fall apart and not so sturdy as to outlast Yimu’s growth.

She also has books, lots and lots of books. The contents of the books vary greatly from fiction to more academic works, though the newest of them tend towards the latter, specifically detailing magical theory. Regardless of genre all Yimu's books appear well-read and loved.