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"It's aliveeeeee!... Uh oh. Maybe this is why people shouldn't play god."

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Name: Minerva “Min” Yoon
Species: Human
Age: 18
Sex/gender: Female
Pronouns: She/they

Personality: Min is overeager, obsessive, and ambitious. She’s a curious spirit who has a true passion and talent for creating artificial mystic life (golems, homunculi, and the like), but sometimes this obsession rules over her life. She supposedly prizes efficiency, and will often try to use magic to find better, or easier ways of doing simple tasks. She has an intrepid, entrepreneurial spirit that pushes her to try to improve things and convince others to do the same. Paradoxically, this can often lead her to spend too much time fixating on improving a single task. And when it comes to things that she isn’t so skilled at, she can become bored quickly unless someone or something manages to focus her attention.

While she tries her best to be friendly towards others, she can be somewhat bossy or pushy, unaware of her somewhat eccentric personality, especially when it comes to exploring the limits of creation magic. Growing up an only child forced her to befriend her own living creations instead of others, resulting in her somewhat awkward social habits. However, she does truly care about others even if she seems rather occupied at times, and will try to help those in need when she breaks away from her work.

History: Min grew up in Linkhaven, a city built upon the crossroads of some of the largest trade routes of the country. Her parents owned a homey, but busy, bed-and-breakfast called the Honey Lavender Inn, that catered to dozens—sometimes hundreds of patrons each day—serving enchanted baked goods and providing charming places to rest. With businesspeople, artisans, and merchants coming in and out, Min learned much about the trades and developed an ambitious (albeit obsessive) mindset around the arts, magic, and business. As an only child, she felt somewhat lonely and often took to bothering patrons.

However, while her parents were skilled magicians, talented at enchantment, potion brewery, and a variety of other magical studies that made running the inn easier, Min struggled with basic magic. She thought she would end up in a non-magical field such as accounting or law, but as she grew older, she found that she had a knack for creating and commanding artificial life. While her potions soured and her prophecies failed, she could imbue clay statues or origami figures with sparks of life—or at least, a mimicry of it. Soon, she was obsessing over her creations, experimenting with homunculi, golems, and elementals. Although she was unskilled in every other form of magic, she truly felt she excelled at the creation of magical artificial life. She began having her own simple, rudimentary golems take over duties at the Honey Lavender Inn, baking goods, doing chores, and serving customers.

With her parents beginning to grow older and more frequently ill, she’s realized she needs to strengthen her magical ability so that she can take over the family business fully. Thankfully, she has been accepted into Gloomminister University and seeks to further hone her skill with magical artificial life, as well as develop her lack of practice in other mystic fields.

Min's primary course is Arcane Automata. However, she is also taking a variety of elective courses, such as Organic Alchemy. She's excited to learn, and to meet fellow bright minds in the city!

Skills: artificial life magic, enchantment, artistry, business
Weaknesses: obsessive nature, most other forms of magic

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Height: 5’7
Weight: 125 lbs
Build: Slender, long limbs
Eyes: Purple
Hair: White, slightly purple hue
Skin Tone: Brownish beige
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings/Features: Round glasses and freckles
Personal Style: Min likes wearing casual academic clothing. Sweater vests, button-up shirts, blazers, and trenchcoats, all often in her signature color palette of white and different shades of purple.

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Hobbies:

• Arts and Crafts, especially sculpting
• Entrpreneurship
• Tinkering

Fears:

• Becoming truly alone
• Failure
• Being proven wrong

Likes:

• Oddities, especially artificial life
• Pushing the boundaries of magic
• Attention

Dislikes:

• Busy-work, or anything that draws her away from her obsessions
• Inefficiency
• Boredom

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Areya -- A small doll that has red hair and blue eyes. She was made to be Phynnia's height when she was nine (9) years old as Phynnia is unable to see clearly. She is then as short as 4'9" (roughly 144.8cm) and weighs about 63.9lb(28.58kg). She has a few paint scratches and fading because of her past incidents, which also caused her to be unable to communicate.
Phynnia -- A young woman in her early 20s. She has dark blonde hair and unknown colour of eyes. Her parents asked her to keep her veil over her eyes until the day she dies. She has respected their wishes and keeps it on. Her height is roughly 5'3" (160cm) and she weighs about 120lbs (54.4kg)


Both girls are quite reserved and not known to throw tantrums or speak loudly around others. They are not shy, they would just rather enjoy being with each other than having to be with others. They will make friends, but also keep them distant enough to not reveal too much about them. They are quite smart and know how to work around problems.
Areya has more expressions than Phynnia (obviously because she can see and Phynnia cannot). She has learned a lot about the world and how expressions work.
Phynnia is cheeky and can make a mess of herself. While she is reserved, she can be blunt and quite harsh towards others. She has a medical condition that makes her lack the emotion capability to feel pain, sadness, etc. The same medical condition also affects her eyes, as now they look melted and disfigured.


Phynnia used to live in a town near Gloomminster. Her life was full of riches, which is why she was able to obtain Areya as her helper and, soon, a sister. She had many toys and dolls alike, but none could ever compare.
One night, Phynnia's father comes home with a dejected look on his face. He sits down in a char, slumped. Her mother, the loveliest elf the young girl new, comes in asking the father, "What's wrong with you?" Her father slowly looks up at her. His eyes looked tired, and he had a white face. He only mutters, "We're bankrupt."
After that, nothing was the same. Phynnia still had her parents, but they didn't look like they loved each other anymore. Areya had become a punching bag for a while, getting hit in the face (which is why she's unable to talk properly anymore). Phynnia was very hurt and angry at her parents, which made her hide away in a forest nearby. The forest is well known for being kind of "strange". But Phynnia knew what was hidden in the forest. There was magic hiding in there, somewhere deep inside of it. These recent events made her want to go in deeper and deeper to hide away. Soon, she was deep enough to discover older elves using magic. Magic is born to elves, but it's not unlocked until they are taught to use their magic. Most don't bother with anything magic related, but small groups of elves were enjoying what they were gifted with. Once Phynnia discovered these elves, she asked if she could learn as well. Maybe this can keep me distracted she thought to herself. The older elves agreed but only if she really wants to and how much she had to learn before being able to fully control it, since she is learning at such a late stage in her life. She agreed, only wanting something to fill the empty hole her parents gave.
After a few years, Phynnia learned to use her magic. Her magic that she had kept hidden since birth was telepathy and possession. She learned she could have Areya be her eyes. Being able to possess a non-living thing is easier than being able to possess a living thing. Areya is the easiest to possess for Phynnia because they have a very tight bond with each other, almost like they are one being. Phynnia only uses possession when she's in danger, because Areya is much stronger than her. She uses telepathy to communicate with Areya as well. Even if she is non-living, she has the same emotions and thoughts from years of learning off others. She cannot be understood by anyone other than Phynnia. The magic Phynnia has is based on bond and Areya is the biggest bond she has. She can still use her powers without a bond, but it's much harder and more exhausting if there is not some sort of connection.
Eventually, Phynnia was able to attain acceptance to Gloomminster. Areya came along as an assistant to Phynnia (they can't be apart since that's the only way Phynnia can see and do things.) The reason she wanted to go was because of her previously mentioned late blooming situation. She started using magic in her early teens, so she has a lot of catching up to do. Luckily, she is very perspective and learns quickly, so she is at the stage that is high enough to be accepted. Because of her situation at home and the money she got from a low job, she could only afford the cheapest rooms available. She decided she would learn more about her born magic, so that she could become even closer with Areya. Her parents and everything else in her past was forgotten eventually, and the only thing she now looked forward to was being with Areya in this new school.

Name: Amelia "Mia" Sutton
Species: Half-human Battle Fury



Age: 17
Sex/gender: Female
Appearance:

This girl puts you in mind of a lost and wandering spirit. She has droopy eyes the color of fresh green apples. Her thick, curly, black hair is neck-length and is constantly in need of a brush. She is tall and looks too skinny. She has bushy eyebrows, and her skin in human form looks incredibly pale.

She wears a medical alert bracelet warning her blood should never be transfused into another person and of nasty skin allergies.

Personality:

Mia seems very timid and hesitant, like a weak and scared kitten, it's easy to forget she's a dangerous predator. While her poison is weaker due to her mixed parentage, it's still hazardous.

Dating is particular problematic.

Wears a rain coat almost constantly in public, even on hot, sunny days with little risk of rain. Fortunately the liner allows for cold packs to be inserted.

She's a bit of a loner, prefering books in isolated nooks.

History:

When a weakened Lily Sutton showed up at Phalorm House, all questions about who the father was ceased when she gave birth to Amelia. It was clear the father was human, and only sought assurances that the body would not be found. Not that Lily was very clear about it, as she died soon afterward.

Mia's been a ward of Phalorm House ever since, although there have been attempts to foster her with a Battle Fury family, mostly to avoid accidental poisonings among the staff and other wards. However, the battle fury families are usually put off by her timidity (and sensitivity to their stronger poisons).

Still, she was a very good student, and is seeking placement in the univerity's witch programs to learn more about potions, poisons (antidotes), and magic.

🎶I need to live a thousand times. I cannot stop, I cannot cry. I will not fret, I will not die. I am machine, I stay alive.🎶

Name: Kyrus Lohenn

Age: 20 human years

Species: Tiefling

Gender: Male | He/Him

Appearance: Kyrus stands at roughly 6"2' tall, has dark red skin and eyes, and dresses like a college professor; Sweaters, slip-on shoes, and just about anything else that looks like it would make for a good outfit to take a walk on a crisp Autumn evening. His hair is white, and is always buzzed almost completely away. The only other thing about Kyrus that tends to stand out his his right arm, which is a mechanical prosthetic powered by magic. His shoulder, chest and back are covered in scar tissue from an accident that resulted in the loss of his arm. Though these are almost often covered up, they can occasionally be seen around his neck and collarbone.

Personality: Kyrus would describe himself as driven, determined and thoughtful. Others would describe him as somewhat unhinged in some areas and the most grounded person on earth in others. Both of those are true. When Kyrus wants to learn something, it doesn't matter how long it takes him to understand it, he will spend weeks locked in his room studying everything he is aware of, devoid of sleep and obligations, and then go about his day as if he didn't just stay awake for 72 hours straight. Kyrus doesn't know when to let himself have a break. He is constantly pushing himself to do his best and meet the expectations of those around him, and likes to think he deals with great amounts of pressure better than others. Things that would normally make others feel overwhelmed or out of their depth don't have the same affect on Kyrus, even when he inevitably does bite off more than he can chew, causing him to subject himself to absurd stress once again.

Magic Study: Technosorcery and "Geometric Magic," otherwise known as Cosamancy.

Classes

• Artifice 101
• Non-Euclidian Arcanology
• Arcane Geometry
• Warding Magic
• Runecraft

History: Many years ago, Kyrus was just an ordinary, non-magical kid with two parents and no siblings. His father was a spront hunter, and his mother was veterinarian. They managed to keep the lights on with their shared incomes, but they weren't exactly rich. Kyrus' dad was typically away from home for a week or two at a time at minimum, and his mom usually had to stay at work late, often leaving him alone. As a kid, he always had a fascination with magic, and wanted to attend a university for it, but the odds of that happening were slim. Kyrus was a talented kid, academically speaking, and his father even taught him some minor spells on occasion, but university wasn't free, and therefore, hard to get into for even the most intelligent people on the planet. Still, he held out hope that he could enroll somewhere and make a life for himself that was better than the one he was born into.

When he was 15, though, those hopes were dashed.

Kyrus and his father were driving home after running errands together when he was home from the sea, when a very bad accident happened on the road. It had been snowing all day, and people were warned to drive carefully since the road was slippery. An oncoming vehicle lost traction, driving at least 30 over the speed limit, and flipping over as it crashed directly into the car that Kyrus and his father were in. Both vehicles were ran off of the road, and Kyrus had been knocked out cold. He woke up hours later after being given medical attention, and both him and his father made it out with their lives. It was revealed that the driver in the other vehicle was drunk, and didn't survive. Kyrus and his father, despite being alive, were not entirely intact afterwards, though.

His father has several broken bones, and damage in his spine. He wouldn't be walk again despite the effort of several magic healers. And that was if he survived the punctured lung he also had. Kyrus, on the other hand, was missing his right arm, and most of his shoulder. It was the darkest part of his life to this day, and his family never properly recovered from it. His father could no longer work, and the medical expenses left any hope for Kyrus attending university nonexistent. After two and weeks of recovery in the hospital, everyone went home to decide what to do. Kyrus had to get a job at a supermarket to support his family, which wasn't easy given the lack of one arm, but he grit his teeth and got through it. Eventually, he learned to adjust, and life went on for him.

Kyrus' dad, on the other hand, couldn't cope with the life-changing injury. Rather than find a way to move on, he fell into a pit of depression and self-loathing that he only managed to deal with through alcohol. By the age of 16, Kyrus could no longer recognize his dad. What little money he managed to save for himself was put to studying magic on his own terms. For the next two and half years, Kyrus studied Technosorcery, and eventually stumbled upon a fringe form of magic called Cosamancy. It fascinated him, and helped him understand the principles of magic machines, to the point he managed to create something of his own. Every artificer starts somewhere, and for Kyrus, his start was in a garage that he had spent an entire summer in. At 18, he revealed his new right arm to his parents. Every last penny he saved went into finding the parts for it, and it was a feat of magic he never previously imagine was possible, but Kyrus had built himself a metal limb powered by magic. All his hard work had paid off.

Someone in the world must have discovered this, however, because at the end of his last year of high school, Kyrus received a handwritten letter from Gloomminister University. It had a symbol on it that neither he nor his family recognized, and there was no signature. The letter stated that someone had taken a great interest in Kyrus' talents, and that they wanted to see him succeed. The letter then explained that Kyrus need only apply to Gloomminister University and present the seal included in the letter, and everything would be "handled without worry." Kyrus found it strange, but he took his chances. A month after he applied, he received a letter of acceptance. It seemed too good to be true at first, but Kyrus was in. He made it, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by. However, Kyrus still doesn't know who exactly is looking out for him.

Name: Dianna Blackstone Bishop

Aliases: The Devilkeeper, Angel-Killer, Zhrshrel-Ka

Age: ???

Species: Human... Allegedly

Gender: Female | She/Her

Appearance: Dianna's appearance can only be described as dignifiedly perfect. She stands at 5'8", always wears monotone colors and dresses with utmost class. Always seen in a white waistcoat and black dress shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes, and sporting a cane crowned with a piece of elephant bone shaped like a human skull, Dianna gives off the aesthetic of someone who has money and isn't afraid to throw it around. Her blonde hair is always styled cleanly. The most unusual thing about her appearances would be Dianna's eyes are pitch black orbs, like the eyes of a living darkness that knows nothing of warmth or life. When Dianna looks at someone, its almost as if there is some great and terrible force hanging over their shoulders, as though the cosmos were preparing a funeral hymn for someone who has yet to truly die. Such a feeling is likely attributed to the fact that she simply gives off an intimidating atmosphere.

Personality: Dianna Bishop radiates the feeling of confidence and superiority. If you have something that she wants, she’ll gladly take it at the end of a cane sword over your dead body, and feels very little sympathy towards other people that make fools of themselves. Dianna hates feeling weak, and always treats herself like the most valuable person in the room, materialistically and in general. If Dianna is acting nice to you, it’s likely that she has something to gain from doing so; she prioritizes her own best interests above all else. While she doesn’t go out of her way to be a menace to people, and generally tends to act polite and formal, Dianna doesn’t exactly do people favors unless it’s convenient for her. She commands respect wherever she goes, never letting disrespect go unnoticed, or allowing others to test her boundaries. Dianna can either be a professional acquaintance or a vindictive monster, depending on how one behaves in her presence.

Magic: Necromancy, Extraplanar Summoning, Familiar Arcana, and Healing.

History: A very long time ago, the world shunned and feared necromancers. It was reviled as an unholy practice that spat in the face of countless cultures, raising the dead without consideration for the deceased. Dianna remembers that time very well, as it was a time of violent hunting of anyone suspected of practing "Dark Arts," where anyone with some magical prowess and the right mindset was encouraged to rise up and root out magic deemed evil. During this time, Dianna grew up as one of the few necromancers, and later in life lived in secret with another woman and child, both of which she loved with all her heart. Their son had the potential to be a great necromancer himself, and so his parents taught him well. They lived in a quiet village set at the edge of a forest, where they would spend days in solitude practicing magic together. It was a simple life with a simple family, in a simple part of the world. Simple was more than Dianna could ask for at the time.

But it wouldn't last forever. One day, a large group of armed fighters called the Sentinels stopped at their village and stayed for a week. The Sentinels were the biggest anti-necromancy force at the time, operating independently of borders or the rule of nations. Wherever they suspected "evil" magic was being practiced, they'd go there whether they were allowed or not. They were only stopping to do patrols of an otherwise unwatched part of the world, but on the second day, the soldiers began searching homes at random, without the permission of anyone in town. The people naturally resisted, but the ones who put up a fight were punished for it. When they broke down Dianna's door, they weren't expecting to be met with a high level familiar standing guard. She and her wife told the two Sentinels to turn around and leave, but the presence of wizards only made them search more thoroughly.

The soldiers found their son reading a book about different types of ghosts, and they didn't even confiscate it before they reached for their weapons. Dianna's wife incinerated them both on the spot. Others came looking, and despite her insistence that she killed them because they tried to harm her son, the entire force came down on the family. Roughly 40 armored battlemages swarmed their house, and they conjured every spirit, revenant, and familiar they could reach to protect them. It wasn't enough, even when their son joined in. Their home was burned down, along with half of the village. Dianna and her son managed to escape, but her wife was trapped and didn't survive. The two of them ran for days, weeks, and months. The Sentinels would not stop until they had exterminated the monsters who practiced evil magic. In her desperation, Dianna made pacts with entities from beyond the physical world, who gave her gifts no mortal person should have. She bound them to her service through unspeakable means, using her understanding of familiars and manipulation of the dead to add extraplanar beings to her list of bodies to throw at people.

Two months passed, and her son turned 18. They thought had finally escaped the Sentinels, but more showed up. The two of them retreated to a city that had regularly denied Sentinels entry. But news of Dianna and her son had reached the high ranks of the Sentinels, and they sent enough soldiers to the city of Mullhend to stage a war. 1000 soldiers swept the streets looking for the two of them, and they were found soon after. Every single Sentinel descended upon the street, and Dianna's son was the first to go. They ran him through with a sword, and burned his body to ash for good measure. The next few hours were nothing but a hazy rage, as a veritable army of undead, demons and other aberrant beings chewed the soldiers apart. Every Sentinel that fell was added to the tide that Dianna set loose. Every necromancer is taught from a young age to always exercise an iron will over their thralls, to never let them so much as think the smallest thought without permission. But the loss of her son and wife broke something inside her. She didn't want control, she wanted annihilation. Her subjects were given free reign to wipe these soldiers from the face of the planet for all she cared.

In the end, every Sentinel was killed and claimed by Dianna, but the chaos killed many other innocent people. The city witnessed horrible things that day, but time eventually moved on. Gradually, the world began to feel less scared of Necromancy, but no one in the world today remembers what happened when the so-called moral saviors of a bygone age sent an army to kill two innocent people. History simply forgot. Today, no one is entirely sure where Professor Bishop comes from, or why someone like her chooses to teach something other than necromancy at a magic university, let along teach anything at all with her demeanor. Some people believe she likes having authority over people, others think she does it solely for the paycheck or the job benefits. What they don't know is that Dianna takes genuine pride in what as a professor of Magic History. Educating a younger generation reminds her of her son. She loved to watch him learn what she taught him, and it helps her remember a better time in her life. A time before she was a bitter, vindictive murderer with an army of ghostly soldiers under her thumb.

Name: Ornager
Species: Castoridae Subspecies (Giant Beavers)
Age: 21
Sex/gender: Male

Height: 6'4
Weight: 190 lbs

Fashion:
Ornager is a country man (or beaver) at heart. He likes to wear plaid or very plain collared shirts in public, accompanied with a dark colored gilet, mostly brown, and jeans or work pants. In the wilderness, he tends to dress more lightly up top, often just a t-shirt or a tank top.

Personality:
Despite the seemingly intimidating look, Ornager is actually quite easygoing and relaxed, often seen making jokes and puns with people. He is a devoted beaver of nature, respecting their beauty, revels in its bounties and gives back many. Naturally, that good-natured sentiments extends to those friendly and respectful to him. It is not hard to be buddy-buddy with the beaves, he will be a kind and loyal partner to you as long as you don't have any bad motives. Nevertheless, Ornager lives up to the solid and industrious nature of the Castoridaes. He may be easygoing, but it is a result of his exceptional self-discipline and organization, allowing him to both work hard but also rest easy. The fruits of labour, as he would describe it, is to be enjoyed. However, Ornager can be quite territorial, and if one does not show respect for his boundaries, his temperament can change really easily.

Skills:
- Woodcrafts
- Engineering and physics, especially hydraulics
- Physically strong as well as high endurance
- Cold-resistant

Field of Studies:
- Hydro and Druidic Magic
- Artifice
- Environmental Magic-Engineering (Magineering)

History:
Ornager came from a beaver town called Pine Glen Grove in a wetland to the north of Gloomminster. It is small compared to other cities, but very green, sustainable and surprisingly advanced in technology, completely powered by wind, solar or hydro energy. Magic while a common thing in this world, was not something the beavers thought to be important. It was more of a recreational thing in their culture, good for a campfire night, but nothing fancy. However, while the town had weathered the effects of climate change a lot better than other cities, mother nature is catching up to them. Droughts were becoming harsher and more frequent, storms getting stronger, and crop losses slowly creeping towards the town's livelihood.

Ornager grew up a diligent kid, knowing both the hardships and rewards of living in harmony with the trees and soils. His parents were loggers and carpenters/builders, and Ornager shared his parent's responsibilities diligently even while he was still in schools. He was a smart but not atypical kid, having strong carpentry skills and engineering, able to build himself toys and later tools that he would use for his work. He's also naturally gifted in physics, and in high schools he would be allowed to participate in national competitions in that subject. Life was modest, but the changes to Pine Glen Grove was not something he did not feel...

As crops and trees were struggling to survive in the wetlands that were once capable of thriving, his family work was also suffering, and in its place were new interests in radical solutions, and among them were magics. By the time he was in high school, Ornager's first real contact with magic was through books and videos. He managed to recreate them to some extent, but saw the need to go to an actual magic schools if he were to master it. He applied to Gloomminster University, as it was the closest one and also the only few decently cheap options he could find.

Miscellaneous:
Ornager is a strict vegan whose diet only includes plant-based food like carrots, potatoes or tree barks. He really likes swimming and would not be seen in a swimming pool less than two times a week. Being a rodent species, his teeth is very strong but grows really fast and needs to be grinded every now and then

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Species: Carbuncle Folk

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Age: 20
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140 lbs

Sex/Gender: Male, He/Him
Orientation: Homosexual

Appearance: Varis has pinkish red eyes and long, unkept white hair with light blue on the ends. He has white cat-like ears with blue on the tip and a white fluffy fox tail that also has blue on the end. Varis is an oval gem carbuncle, meaning he has a red oval-shaped gem on his forehead hidden under his bangs.
Fashion Style: He often tends to wear long and loose clothing as his everyday clothing consists of oversized sweaters or jackets and a matching pair of pants. He mostly has pastel or soft-colored clothes with the occasional handful of black and grey whenever he feels 'tired of colors'. He also likes jewelry and wears a fake earring on his left ear.

Personality: Varis is cheerful and has an optimistic outlook on life. He always greets others with a warm smile on his face and tries to cheer others up to the best of his abilities. He knows one cannot be happy all the time and he sometimes feels about whether he really is naturally happy himself or he's just putting up a happy face for the sake of others, like he can't stand feeling any other emotion but happiness. While his mother appreciates having such a bright and high-spirited son, she still often warns him about the danger of having too much of anything, and his little sister always gets annoyed because of his toxic positivity. It's something that Varis is currently working on himself.

Aside from that, he is courteous and proper, always following the rules and sticking by them no matter what happens. He is thankful for every opportunity that comes his way and is always eager to learn about anything that piques his curiosity. Despite being a carbuncle, Varis likes to keep to himself and never put the spotlight on him, he prefers to work on the sidelines and put the spotlight on others instead. However, he is also much eager to prove himself of being capable on his own even to the detriment of his health or what others think of him.

Field of Studies:

• Healing Magic
• Enhancement Sorcery
• Warding Magic
• Manaflow Management

Relatives:

• Winona Hanzberry - mother
• Amity Hanzberry - little sister
• Markus Grolsmith - step-father
• Siegfried Von Rovierre - real father

History: Varis was an illegitimate child, the product of a forbidden romance between Siegfried, a Horn Gem prince of a western country and Winona, an Oval Gem maid. The prince's parents were against this relationship and made the prince choose between his status and this common girl. Feeling betrayed that the love of her life chose his status over her, Winona fled under the cover of night while being pregnant with their baby. The prince didn't know about her pregnancy, and she had no intention of ever informing him either. She went as far away from the prince and his wretched family as she could until she finally arrived at Gloomminster and decided to start a new life there. She worked hard day and night to support herself and her baby son, giving him all the love his father couldn't, wouldn't, give. She eventually found another lover, a vulpine folk named Siegfried, and gave birth to a girl they named Amity. While Amity wasn't a carbuncle, Winona still loved her dearly just as much as Varis.

Growing up, Varis was taught that his father ran away because he couldn't take the responsibilities of raising a family and Winona made sure to make Varis know it was not his fault that his father left. This made the young carbuncle to develop a sense of stewardship not to prove he's better than anyone else, but to become a man that his mother could also rely on apart from Markus. The two began to have a good-heartened 'battle of manliness' between the two of them as they would always compete for Winona's attention by helping her with household chores and with her at-home work, much to the disgust of Amity who hated lovey, sappy stuff as she entered the 'emo phase' of her childhood.

Even though they were poor, Varis was very thankful he grew up in a warm household. He often got teased a lot in school for being a carbuncle and automatically assumed he was just as haughty as the rest of his kin, that he should call on his personal maids and butlers to shine his forehead. The constant bullying was where Varis's eager to prove himself came from along with his strong positivity to show he's unaffected by their words and he's stronger than what anyone thought of him, something that he carried within himself as he grew older. It's also where he started to become a bit ashamed of being a carbuncle.

Varis applied to Gloomminster University so he could better help his family after he graduated and they were all very happy once he got in. However, because of how far their house was from the university, Varis would often spend hours just to get home, longer if there was a trouble with the weather and a couple of road accidents. Winona and Markus spent days convincing Varis until finally the young carbuncle relented to their parents' wishes and found a cheap place to stay at so he could focus more on studying and himself.