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[b][color=#c9b6ff]✦ Ichabod Pipton ✦[/color][/b] [color=#8bbcff][i]— "Light guides the wise to knowledge."[/i][/color]
[hr]Ethereal Luminary | [color=#b6a6ff][b]Grand Induction Hall[/b][/color]
[hr][i]The quiet glow of Ichabod’s lantern drifted from the back of the platform toward the front, its warm azure flame swaying gently inside it with each stride. He had no intention of missing a single word the proctor said, so he moved with swiftly and with purpose, weaving smoothly through the other potential students. 

His messy blue hair fell across his eyes, deep cobalt strands that framed an almost translucent face. The lantern’s glow rose from below, casting a soft light across his pale skin and sharp yellow gaze as it scanned over the other candidates assembled in the hall. 

He studied them without staring...noting their postures, their expressions, any details he figured might give him an edge. He wondered about their magic, and how theirs would compare to his. Surely there were powerful mages among them. For a moment he wondered whether his mostly self-taught skills would be enough to pass the trial. But the thought had passed as quickly as it came, his normal level confidence returned with a flicker of the flame inside his lantern. 

When he finally reached the front of the platform, he came to a stop among the most frontward candidates, his lantern hanging loosely on the loop of his belt. He straightened his posture and stood at attention, his gaze settling on Proctor Roffimières as he spoke.[/i]

[hr][center][color=#8bbcff]✦ @Proto ✦[/color][/center]