[CHAR] The Hourglass Order

[dragonpiece]

Ingrid Penderson

Ingrid Penderson

Explosions are cool, right?

18 | Female | Eskandish | Nobility | 8.68

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Eager]
❖ [Nerdy]
❖ [Inventive]
❖ [Idealistic]
❖ [Selfish]

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Ingrid normally favors more functional clothing as she has traveled from one mine to the next for most of her childhood. If Ingrid were to attend one of the many high society events you would find her wearing some of the latest trends procured for her by her mother. Although Ingrid's vision is well suited for daily life, her eyes begin to strain when she tries to perform more administrative tasks. She corrects this through glasses. She has quite a few burn small burn scars from her training in magic. Ingrid has a habit of dragging her hand as she wrote and it has given her some odd callouses on her dominant hand that is not there on her non-dominant hand. Ingrid rarely adorns herself with accessories, instead preferring just her glasses

L A N G U A G E S

Ingrid is a native speaker of Eskandish. She is fluent in Avincian and Perrench. She is partially fluent in Belzaggic and lastly only literate in Torragonese. The Penderson family is very keen to make sure their family is fluent in many languages to keep a strong relationship with all their business partners. Ingrid believes that in a few years she will forget most of them.

T H E G I F T

Ingrid was trained in chemical and arcane by her family to more effectively mine using explosions. Along with some specific kinetics spells to more effectively boreholes into the stone for more controlled blasting. She has an in-depth knowledge of material science and how they interact with high explosions, allowing her to use explosions with a high degree of precision. Ingrid's RAS was a terrifying 8.4, the highest that has ever been recorded in their family.

She uses her Chemical magic to enhance the reactions needed for her explosions. And is currently looking at how to turn mundane things like burning bread into a large-scale explosion. However, the efficiency of the transfer is too low for her liking. As promised to her father, she is interested in developing better magic for the sole purpose of mining so things like enhanced surveying ability, mineral analysis, and so on are on her list of requirements. The pursuit of the best explosions is still her main aspiration

She has little training using her magic outside of pure demonstration and industrial purposes. Because of the spells, she works with she is very methodical with the casting of it to not blow herself up. Casting under pressure could prove damaging if not adequately prepared for the increased pressure

She has started to study Atomic magic and right now is engrossed in it as she sees this as the definitive next step in her development. Ingrid was well aware of how dangerous atomic magic could be and is working first on making defensive spells before even starting her dive into deep Arcane.

Ingrid's current academic pursuits at the academy are Arcane, Atomic, and Binding.

School	Level	Tier	Favored Use	Signature Spell
Arcane	Journeyman	4th	Explosions	Wyvern's Breath
Atomic	Journeyman	4th	Destruction	Heavenly Lance
Kinetic	Apprentice	2nd	Telekinesis	Solid Manipulation
Binding	Apprentice	2nd	Healing	Healing
Chemical	Novice	1st	Thermal Accelerants	Touch of Fire

B A C K G R O U N D

Ingrid's house was very constricting for her. Her life was not to become a person but to further the wealth of the family and that painted most of Ingrid's interaction with her family. The overbearing nature of her family was comforting to her as a young child when she was unable to discern her family's intentions. By her 8th year, Ingris developed enough that she could see the motives at play. Her family was obsessed with money and her training and careful cultivation were just the byproducts of it. She had believed this was the normal way that nobles acted, they sacrificed themselves for prosperity, and for most of her short life, she found a strong sense of pride in working hard for her family even if it cost her the seldom personality she had.

The parties were a bore and nothing more than networking. Ingrid would lie about escapades as her mother instructed her to gain trust and friendship and use it to gain favorable deals. Everyone did this in her family, from her siblings to her dear grandfather. Anything to make sure that they were never hungry, never cold, to never beg again. And the more you could do the better the praise from your own family. It was the only reinforcement that she could get as they were the only ones that held space in her world. With that praise came gifts. Ingrid was able to study as much as long as she liked if she could continue to perform.

Even her rebellious phase was turned into a race against her sibling and cousins to gain even more favor. She couldn't keep up with them and was sent to some of the mines in the coldest parts of Eskand. There she would botch a controlled explosion sending a ball of flame up the tube nearly killing herself and the 2 workers. The fear she felt quickly gave to uncontrollable glee as Ingrid couldn't stop laughing. When she went back to her quarters she couldn't help but reimagine the explosion, not what went wrong but the beautiful fragmentation of stone and bubble of expanding flame that had almost consumed her life.

She was sent back to the main house to explain herself and her family grew worried. Ingrid was no longer obedient and unwaveringly calm. She was smiling and was going into exquisite detail about how she almost killed herself. Her father had her stay home and study believing the near-death experience had damaged her mind. During this time she realized that mining was such a drag and that she wanted to study. Sadly the school could be a bit expensive so she needed a proposal to convince her grandfather. Over the 2 years, she wrote to correspondents at the mines and did a comprehensive study on the inefficiencies, and created potential prospects to increase revenue that would all hinge on sending her to the academy. Her grandfather liked the intense drive he saw in Ingrid and decide to fund her schooling in exchange for the research and development of even better mining techniques or anything else they could do with their connections. As long as it made money.

M O T I V A T I O N

Ingrid hopes that through her time at school she can develop her magic to even further heights. To study under the tutelage of masters of magic. All of it. Ingrid also hopes to actually have a life that when she writes her story it will inspire people to live as freely as she wants to. Although Ingrid believes that she will be able to complete her goals, there is a part of her that creeps into her mind when she has difficulty that she will fail and not even her family will take her in.

I N V E N T O R Y

Ingrid does not pack light. He dormitory is full of some of her personal journals and studying materials. Along with a few non-educational books hidden among the textbooks. Dozens of rock and mineral samples. Along with tons of maps and a complicated ledger of the families operations, her location makes it convenient instead of sending everything down to Eskand

Ingrid brought quite a few different sets of clothes for different events. Most of the time you will find her in the same outfit, something that is not likely to spontaneously combust and is good for movement.

She has some rare metals for study and varieties of coal and black powder. And lastly, in a lead box, she has 5kg of Uranium and 2kg of depleted Uranium. The box is tripled layered in lead.

Her reward for defeating the Royal Sand Wyrm was 3 dragon pearls. 2 worth 5k Magus. She was also given some 10 Royal Sand Wyrm scales.

Her Reward from Into the Depth was an Instruction Manual on Temporal Magic. Along with Sileen's Number.
A lockbox containing an original seed of the tree of life from an ambrosia fruit, still able to germinate, 800 years old. (8)

Legendary Treasure of Eskand

The wulliweid skeletons stared back at her with their empty eye sockets. There was strange chill in the air. Reaching out with her magic senses, Ingrid could feel something in the seed that was unlike anything else she had sensed before: not necessarily grander and more powerful. It was merely... different - an entirely new type of energy. She furrowed her brow and thought, still wary in this strange place. It was vaguely familiar - very vaguely. For some reason, it reminded her of something she'd felt around Penny when they'd been drinking with the Hegelans this morning. Ingrid has found the first of the Five Legendary Treasures of Eskand:

The ghost ship Herald of Free Enterprise, believed lost twenty years ago. This magnificent galleon is in somewhat rough shape but somehow still afloat and with much of its cargo intact. (20) It is worth 20,000 Magus.

Herals of Free Enterprise

The ship is in pretty rough shape. Some of the planks are badly rotten and it's taken on some water and a slight but noticeable list. The sails are in tatters and many nails are rusted right into the planks and need to be replaced. The rudder is done for and nothing in the cabins is much good anymore. It's afloat, though, and definitely salvageable: much cheaper than building a new galleon, and especially one of this size At 230 feet in length and 1200 tons, it is one of the largest ships afloat the known world over. Its cargo manifest consists almost entirely of copper and zinc mined in Belzagg: fairly valuable if not especially so, and easily preserved, at least. If the ship is carrying 500 tons of cargo, then it's worth about Ỽ8,000, though it'll likely cost roughly half of that for repairs.

A Zeno's keyring, tied to a tiny booklet of passphrases and a second with a map of the city's catacombs.

Skeleton Key to the buildings of Ersand'Enise

An old lantern that, when ignited, emits a blue light rather than red/orange/yellow. It appears to be powered by arcane and magnetic magic. The blue light allows for early-age UV lighting that enables one to see things many can't. Due to its middling condition, it has lost quite a bit of its potency. However, with how this light interacts with other forms of light, it grants a 5% resistance to Arcane-based illusions. (11)

Finances

Cash on hand:1500 Magus~

Balance book

+Ỽ2500 for Small Dragon pearl Sell
Ỽ2500
-Ỽ200 for Zeno Bucks Investment
Ỽ2300
-Ỽ800 for Reticulated Frobas Egg from Silas
Ỽ1500
-Ỽ3 for Silas Birfday
Ỽ1497
-Ỽ1000 for shipbuilding contract
Ỽ497
-Ỽ7 for A sky-blue vase from Engyu
Ỽ490
-Ỽ25 for a date with Sir Jean-Claude, Legendary Dragon Rider
Ỽ465
-Ỽ7.5 for a chuck of heavy pyrite, (Ingrid suspects it isn't due to its weight)
Ỽ457.5
-Ỽ2 for a 2-pound lump of Radium
Ỽ455.5
+Ỽ4000 for selling a large Dragon Pearl
Ỽ4,455.5

Potential Cost

-Ỽ3000 for the Dragon Taming Box
Ỽ1,455.5

+Ỽ20 for betting at the Seoul Sister Concert
Ỽ4,475.5
+Ỽ25 for Greed Winnings!
Ỽ4,500.5
-Ỽ1200 at Auction
Ỽ3,300
+Ỽ8,000 for Copper and Tin
Ỽ11,300
-Ỽ4,000 for Repairing the Galleon
Ỽ7,300
+Ỽ5,000 for selling the Dragon Pearl
Ỽ12,300
-Ỽ5,250 for the materials of the ship Excluding the canons and furniture
Ỽ7,050
-Ỽ2,000 to Blackfield Armory investment
Ỽ5,050
-Ỽ86 for Desmond's Birthday Amulet
Ỽ4,964
-Ỽ301 for 25 Evergrowth Pots
Ỽ4,663
-Ỽ200 for Destruction of Property
Ỽ4,463
-Ỽ750 for Jocasta's transportation services
Ỽ3,713
-Ỽ80 for a Great Neskal from Abdel
Ỽ3,633
-Ỽ300 for McBoller's setup
Ỽ3,333
-Ỽ300 on Wardrobe
Ỽ3,033
+Ỽ2,625 from Blackfield Arsery
Ỽ5,658
+Ỽ3,422 for Shipping on the Ship of Free Enterprise
+Ỽ9,080
+Ỽ60 Barge Trade
Ỽ9,140
+Ỽ717 Sausage prices
Ỽ9,757
+Ỽ??? Spratz trade ship
Ỽ???

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Ingrid is a skilled liar from her years of studying and putting them into action at parties.
❖ Ingrid was trained to assess value and can analyze the potential value of items, land, and even contracts given enough time depending on what it is.
❖ Ingrid has an enhanced ability to perceive things in a 3d space and can accurately portray that on maps and relay it to people.
❖ Ingrid is able to do a perfect bow/curtsey.
❖ Ingrid has spent most of her free time studying. Giving her a wide grasp on many studies and lots of random information.
❖ Ingrid considers herself to be a pretty good cook

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Ingrid has difficulty believing simple motives despite hers being simple as well.
❖ Although she wishes to be more independent, she struggles to make moves against people she perceives as above her in standing.
❖ Although Ingrid is fairly intelligent, she almost forcibly ignores how her family became so wealthy and who that wealth truly cost.
❖ Ingrid had adapted to her more solitary lifestyle and becomes easily exhausted from moderate levels of activity.
❖ Ingrid grew up not having very many friends or anyone who confided in her. She is woefully unprepared to be a genuine person that she wants to be.
❖ Ingrid ties her sense of self-worth to her accomplishments and the praise of others. Too much opposition and failure could make her crumble

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Ingrid's Classes

Foundations in the in Drawing, Converting, and Casting in the Atomic School of Magic
Foundations in the in Drawing, Converting, and Casting in the Arcane School of Magic
Athletics, Agility, Physical Fitness & Sporting Events
Business, Negotiation & Money Management
Fundaments of Natural Sciences and their uses in Magical Practices
Fundaments of Geography and Cartography in Magical Practices

Ingrid started as an 8.4 but after absorbing 7 aberrations, Ingrid got to 8.71. She is now a unicorn.

Abberations

1st was on the nightstand
2nd was in the desert
3rd was during the Faire
4th was during the Faire
5th was during the Aberration Madness event
6th was during the Aberration Madness event
7th was during the Aberration Madness event
8th was during the Twin Towers event.

Clubs

Guild: Enchanters Union
Fingersteeplers
Golden Mushroom
Pumpernickle Club
Draconic Order
Society of Grapes
Eshiran's Own
Eskandish Circle [Ethnic Club]

Grandfather's Story

Coming soon. Essentially how her family got to where she is. Lol this is never getting done. I keep adding more and more and I hurt everytime someone asks about it.

Deep Score

Factor One:
Magnetic: 0
Arcane: 4
Binding: 0
Chemical: 2
Kinetic: 4
Atomic: 4
Temporal: 0
Dark: 0
14 points
+2 points
=16 total

Factor Two:
Primary Mana Type: -2 (Blueblood)
Secondary Mana Type: 0
Viral Mana Type: 0
Aberrative Mana Type: 0
Total: -2

Factor Three:
Reading: 2
Drawing: 2
Range: 4
Speed: -1
Containment: 3
Conversion: 2
Efficiency: -2
Focus Words: -2
Preservation: -2
Freecasting: 2
Multiplying: 5
Spatial Intensifying: 3
Temporal Intensifying: 0
Total: 16

Factor Four
RAS: 208
Total: 104

Factor Five
unique items: 0
mana boosting items: n/a
Experience: 4
penalties for overspecialization: 0
Penalties for physical frailties or impairments: 0
Mindset: -3
Constitution: 3
other relevant skills: 5
Temporal and Dark bonus: 0
Total: 9

Grand Total: 16+(-2)+16+104+9 = 143

Secondary Character

Tku

Tku

“Life is so much more than where you were born”

18 | Male | Obenja | Artisan | 7.55

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Soliscitous]
Tku has a natural concern for others in part from his time traveling and in part to his gratefulness to his own life. There are many lives that do not get to live a blessed life such as his. It is the minimum he can do to care for those he can see and consider those he can’t see. Every person is a story that has yet to be read.
❖ [Tolerant]
Tku had traveled to various places and had been met with estranged glances for his appearance until he figured out to hide it. From all the places and people he has found that if you can be tolerant then you at least come to hopefully learn and enjoy the world. Darhanic, Quenitc, Anglic. If they could learn to accept that people can disagree then there would be so much less fighting.
❖ [Inspired]
Tku is easily inspired to create art. The natural world has held his love since he was a child. People inspire him to create things worthy of admiration. And magic holds the ability to bewilder and help the world turn into a beautiful place.
❖ [Mischevious]
What is more fun than having a laugh with those around you? Blood magic may be dangerous but you tell me better magic than just harmlessly messing with someone. As long as it is in good spirits, Tku is sure people will laugh with him.
❖ [Generous]
Tku knows how to heal and how to build. He has healed small injuries and fixed or created small things for people or repaired things on someone's house. He never charged and has never asked for more than to sleep. He only needs what he needs. Memories are much more valuable than money.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Tku, being a bloodchild, is albino. However, you will rarely see his white skin. Spends a lot of time applying skin dyes and makeup to get him to something close to his family’s color but still, they would say he is light skinned. What he doesn’t hide are his violet eyes that contrast with his makeup, drawing people in for long conversations. He has always loved his eyes and would never hide them. His hair is naturally this whitish yellow but he embraces his cultural love of vibrant colors and dyes his hair regularly. Though he has chosen to stick with a dark blue/purple for his arrival, nothing too eye-catching for now.

He tends to dress quite simply when traveling, and only a few articles that are not important like trinkets from his travel along with a variety of accessories he has made from a variety of materials he has found, some appreciating the natural color of the material, others dyed in the most brilliant of colors.

His build is rather developed from his travels, not overly muscular but built enough to withstand the strain of travel with ease. He varies in weight but is coming to the school purposefully leaner to define his build. The last thing Tku would want would people to believe him to be overweight. He stands around 5’10, taller than the average man but hopefully not tall enough to gain suspicion.

Traveling for so long has given Tku some scars that he managed to keep under control. Burns are not too uncommon in his travels. At some point, he started to keep track of them and laugh about how and where he got them, though he prefers his souvenirs.

L A N G U A G E S

Tku is a wanderer and has traveled to more to many lands. He knows a few by heart and can get the job done in quite a few others.

He can speak Belgaggic fluently and knows a couple of dialects like his home nation of Obenja.
He is also fluent in Torganeese and Tarlonese Yasoi from his time traveling in those countries.
He speaks some Virangish and Iniporian but struggles with writing.
His time in Nikan taught him how to do basic conversation but the writing system alludes him. He can recognize a few characters and is interested in learning more due to the beauty he finds in them. The same can be said with Rettanesse but he spent more time in Nikan.
Avincian is something he found useful across the world for the most part. A handy language to have though he wouldn’t call his perfect by any means.

Although he may seem super knowledgeable about languages, his knowledge is inherently superficial. He needed to know enough to conversate and get through as he moved through. Language for him is but a tool to learn and talk to many others.

T H E G I F T

Tku had spent the majority of his time using kinetic magic and binding/blood during his travels. Sometimes he creates water for himself and others to drink. He is quite proficient in first aid and creating materials using Blood. He builds towers in places he has gone to, using the natural materials around him and highlighting the structure with unique materials from the places he has traveled. Sometimes these structures are functional by design but most are functional by happenstance.

He is quite gifted with deconstruction and reconstructing things and can heal minorly. Most of his fighting was kinetically enhanced use of a spear. Lots of running away.

Magic Table

School	Level	Tier	Favored Use	Signature Spell
Binding	Adept	3rd	Barrior creation	Reinforced Wall
Blood	Adept	3rd	Material Construction	Make Pigment
Kinetic	Novice	1st	Telekinesis	Solid Manipulation

B A C K G R O U N D

Tku wasn’t long for the world on his first go about. He was born meager and underdeveloped. His parents knew he wouldn’t survive but they kept hope he may push past. However, fate did not favor him as he died of whooping cough. That would have been the end of his life if it hadn’t been for a Belzaggic noble that had been looking at their wares. She took pity on the Tku and resuscitated him, bringing him back from death.

After that Tku had a normal upbringing, with the exception of him being a blood child now and having a RAS higher than any of his family by a wide margin. His skin was pale and white compared to his family. His hair had lost its natural color and was brought to a yellowish white. His family’s hazel eyes were gone, leaving a brilliant violet. Children were cruel to those who were different and his family was accepting but had a hard time dealing with it as well. Tku knew well that they loved him but there was a gap between his family and him.

This ostracization pained him as a young child but he grew to accept the way life he was given, it was better than not living. With all the time he had to himself, he studied his family's trade. They were builders of many things and had to know many things to make the jaw dropping towers. He remembers sitting on his great grandfather lap, asking so many questions about their trade. His grandfather had traveled in the past and regaled the many things he had seen. “Life is so much more than where you were born.”

A fateful day came when the same noble that revived him as a newborn came back again. Tku was 6 at the time and wanted to show his gratitude to the noblewoman. He took 5 days to carve an intricate statue in her honor. The noblewoman was so impressed that she offered his family to take him to develop his school, sailing back during the harvest seasons to help with work. Tutors would be provided to hone his skills as a craftsman and Tku would create something of worth for her from time to time. Tku was nervous but with the confidence of his family, Tku left his home.

His grandfather came with Tku to be his caretaker and the boy's journey began. He spent 3 years studying and learning from various teachers and his grandfather. He traveled within the noblewoman’s land to find inspiration and learn about natural structure. The flora in the larger Belzaggic island in the North Severan Sea. It was forever fascinating for the young boy. Classes were challenging and stimulating but he wanted to explore the island more.

The Noblewoman did expect Tku to continue to make art for her but when Tku’s magic started to form, she had to give him some training to make sure he didn’t accidentally kill himself. Tku was eager to use his magic, absorbing materials and being able to recreate them. It was a true blessing. He could collect things and make them later. He loved doing it until he essentially injures himself and then he would stop for a day or 2 and do it all over again.

At 10 he produced a sculpture for the lady and she thought about selling it as it didn’t meet her wants. It sold quite well and the Noblewoman was excited for the week. From there he started getting some specific requests from the Noblewoman. He got paid a small amount for it but he was still being taught so he didn’t mind.

By the time he was 11 his great grandfather passed and he returned home for mourning. While he was there he felt the love of his family once again and they asked if he could stay. Tku didn’t want to though. He wanted to still learn and develop. And he had already learned everything from his great grandfather. So Tku boarded the ship and left.

Only to realize he was taken the wrong boat and ended up in Sakenga. Confused, Tku wandered the port and somehow got onto another wrong boat. This time to Joru. He was at first upset at his own ineptitude. But he had another thought as he looked towards the land of Joru. Maybe this was his time to wander? Maybe Tku getting on the wrong boat twice was a sign. And with that Tku went on a long journey.

Tku explored Joru for a while and made his way to Azjul. From Azjul to Zanegol. Took a boat from Zanegol to the major island Bozán. Another ship from Bozán to Kelawi for a week or 2 and then another ship to Joru to send a letter back home that he was alive and then he crossed into Torragon.

By the time he crossed into Torragon he was 14. He had gotten better in magic and could empower his body with kinetic to a small degree. It made travel so much more useful. Torragon was beautiful if not empty in places. This did not sit well with, “Why not just build something here?” So Tku started crafting structures out of sandstone and other buildable materials using blood and kinetic. If they collapsed who was to care, they were in the middle of nowhere. This habit left a trail to where small statues of people he met started appearing everywhere he went.

Then he perceived something truly beautiful. The sun had set on top of a barren rocky flat. It looked like it cradled the sun itself. Tku wept at the beauty of the world and decided to take his biggest build yet. A tower to Eshiran to mark the time of day and setting sun. Oranges and black materials were used to create a winding structure that exemplifies the beautiful sunset. He spent a whole year laboring away using his magic to the utmost. It was a simple use of magic but not a day went by when he didn’t get to bed exhausted and woke up sore. But it was all worth it. To see the beautiful structure. He left it there and moved on. He was 15.

The rest of the time was spent traveling in the Darhanic nations and then making it to Tarlon. The Darhanic people were splendid and had a magnificently colorful culture. He learned so much from visiting there. He wouldn’t build there as he felt it would be disrespectful with his skills and lack of knowledge. Just some small statues in the nowhere areas.

The Yasoi of Tarlon were unique if not somewhat hostile. Tku couldn’t blame them though as he was a traveler into their lands. Their architecture was inspiring and he learned a great deal from them. Some of the things he learned were not about architecture but that is for another story. But still, Tku remained there for maybe a year and a half before catching a boat to Nikan.

His explorations of Nikan were cut short as he met a map maker who just so happened to be a Zeno at the prestigious school of Ersand’Enise. After a drink and traveling with him, a surprising offer was put on the table for him to go to school. Tku was surprised but did not hesitate to take it. After all, when else would something like this come up?

M O T I V A T I O N

Tku is motivated every day to create and learn. This opportunity to attend the Ersand’Enise is one that he was gifted and to waste it would be an insult. He wants to hone his craft and make the connections needed to explore the places he hasn’t been. He worries though that there are those that he one day grows so attached to that he couldn’t leave and continue to explore.

I N V E N T O R Y

Tku has very little clothing as he can always make more. What you find are knick knacks from his travels, a book of stories that he has heard from time to time. A jewelry box filled with inexpensive pieces that he was given out of goodwill. A sack of different currencies that come out to 5 magus more or less. A mass produced spear that was made in Joru. Various beads of various materials

He carries on him a satchel full of small carving tools, various brushes, and dried pigments to be used for watercolor. An assortment of oiled paint that range in quality. Some charcoal. Tku carries many things. No weapons or anything too odd for an artist. 2 sketchbooks.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖Spearmanship: Although Tku is rather humble when talking about his skill, he is quite talented with one and has honed his through necessity.
❖ Cooking: A common skill that everyone without a servant needs.
❖ Painting and Building: He is an artist versed in many techniques.
❖ Spatial thinking: He is great at perceiving and placing things spatially due to his time thinking of architectural
❖ Master of camouflage: Tku is a master of makeup and has learned with a bit of acting, you can fit in almost anywhere.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Violet eyes: These violet eyes that Tku refuses to cover are an easy giveaway to people about his blood type.
❖ Impulsive: Tku is quick to give in to impulses and slack off on duties that can range from nothing big to disappearing from his benefactor and family for 2 years.
❖ Insecure: He grew up with judgment of his appearance and takes a great amount of time and effort to do his makeup.
❖ Uninformed: Being a traveler he knows very general things about the greater things going on but their nuances are completely lost on him. Nor is he fully aware of how many nations are gearing up for war.
❖ Stress: Tku can deal with many things but stress is where he can falter. His morals and beliefs have never been hardened and he has never been put in a situation where he was more than an observer in difficult scenarios. How does one act when the weight of a situation will change lives? How do you tolerate someone who tries to eradicate another?

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Hex code is 734960

Class Schedule

DEEP Score

Magnetic: 0
Arcane: 0
Binding: 8???
Chemical: 0
Kinetic: 2
Atomic: 0
Temporal: 0
Dark: 0
10 points
+ points
=10 total
Factor Two:
Primary Mana Type: 0 (Blackblood)
Secondary Mana Type: 5 (Bloodchild)
Viral Mana Type: 0 (N/A)
Aberrative Mana Type: 0 (N/A)
Total: 5
Factor Three:
Reading: 3
Drawing: 4
Range: 3
Speed: 4
Containment: 2
Conversion: 3
Efficiency: 4
Focus Words: 0
Preservation: -3
Freecasting: 3
Multiplying: 5
Spatial Intensifying: 0
Temporal Intensifying: 0
Total: 28
Factor Four
RAS: 7.55
Total: 49
Factor Five
unique items: 0
mana boosting items: 0
Experience: 6
penalties for overspecialization: -2
Penalties for physical frailties or impairments: 0
Mindset: 3
Constitution: 4
other relevant skills: 5
Temporal and Dark bonus: 0
Total: 16
Grand Total: 10+5+28+49+16 = 108

[pantothenic]

Yalen Castel, Year 2

Yalen Castel

"If the law is not perfect, then it is our duty to make it so."

17 | Male | Miatto | Clergy | 6.25

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [ Ascetic ]
❖ [ Devout ]
❖ [ Patient ]
❖ [ Friendly ]
❖ [ Justified ]

Yalen is an honest and friendly individual. He isn't shy at all, but he does get flustered easily. He is happy to offer his company to anyone who comes, paying no mind to barriers such as faith or social standing. He is open minded to other people's eccentricities and tries to act without prejudice. Yalen is an easy person to approach and have a conversation with, and he loves to hear other people's stories and learn about their passions and goals.

He understands that humans often suffer from inner turmoil and occasionally require guidance. Yalen is a patient listener and will try to instruct others with the faith's teachings when they are feeling lost. As long as he sees a little bit of good in someone, he won't turn away from them. At the same time, he is prepared to educate the world's petty tyrants through force and coercion. Yalen is not as naive as he used to be. He has learned that some people's hearts cannot be reached with words alone.

Yalen has little interest in material possessions or wealth. As long as he has the means to survive, he would be happy to sleep on the hard ground if necessary. If he pays for better lodgings for himself, it is because someone living with him would be made more comfortable. If he purchases a piece of land, it is because he needs the income to support his holy duties. Despite being strict with himself, Yalen still has things he enjoys, such as enjoying a good meal with friends. He loves food so much that he has begun learning how to cook, and he plans to open his own inn someday.

As a former follower of the Creator, Yalen had an unfaltering belief in the sanctity of life. Yalen had a hard time engaging in the act of violence, and even killing a creature maddened by the void filled him with self doubt. Though his heart has been tempered by combat, the mercy in his soul will never fade completely. It takes great strength to defeat a person without killing them, so he has begun to grapple with his study of magic more earnestly than before.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Yalen has grown since his freshman year, but at five feet and six inches he is still an average person. He has a handsome, almost pretty face, with golden hair and dull blue eyes. His skin has become more fair, and his weak body has been beaten into the shape of a proper warrior.

Yalen currently presents himself as a High Somnian to disguise his true allegiance. He insists on wearing his abbey attire despite being a wizard in training, causing some confusion among new students. He does have some casual clothing available, but he just feels more comfortable as is. It is also more convenient to look the part of the priest, as most people aren't crazy enough to draw the ire of the Quentic church.

He has trouble walking, and often has to wear supportive footwear to stay on his feet. He used to walk around with a cane but recently gained possession of a pair of leg braces from a tethered refuge. This has aided his mobility and he can perform most activities normally, such as running and swimming, but he has to do it slower and more methodically.

L A N G U A G E S

Perrench, Avincian, Miattan, Revidian (learning)
Many of the abbey's texts are written in Avincian, which is how Yalen learned the language. Perrench he has learned to understand through exposure, and he has begun taking classes to learn Revidian as well. He plans to learn the languages of all the major Quentic cultures in due time.

T H E G I F T

Yalen was raised to be a monk and has no formal background in the magical arts. His gift was discovered unexpectedly some time after he went through puberty. His initial education in magic came from his adoptive father, an abbot and also a blueblooded nobleman. Because he started down the path of wizardry later than many other students at Ersand'Enise, Yalen always has to look for opportunities to practice so that he won't fall behind.

Yalen's score identifies him as an average mage, but looks can be deceiving. Whoever gave birth to him had the Tethering in their bloodline, and as a recipient of that curse he has been given a powerful edge over other spellcasters. The distance at which he can read, draw, and cast is several times higher than even those in the 8 RAS range. His maximum engagement range is a little over seven kilometers. His third eye is also very sensitive, allowing him to locate sources of power in difficult places, and perceive things that others may have missed.

Yalen has slowly been practicing various skills to compensate for his ordinary RAS. Over time he has become a capable freecaster, and has repeatedly demonstrated the ability to cast spells without making gestures or even looking at his target. Another skill he finds useful is channeling, which opens the way to larger and more powerful spells at the cost of expediency.

As it was the first kind of magic he ever used, Yalen's initial focus was on Arcane studies. He tended to focus on the utilitarian aspect of the school, such as blinding enemies with light and manipulating temperatures. After experiencing battle firsthand he has reconsidered his priorities and shifted focus elsewhere.

Leveraging his background in medicine, Yalen has become somewhat proficient in the study of the Chemical arts. His specialty is internal chemistry but he has begun looking into external chemistry as well. He is also a passable Binder and Magnetic mage, schools which augment his ability to alter the body's humors. He has been made aware of forbidden concepts like offensive drawing and dark magic, and while he may have had religious objections to such things before, his mindset as a Dark Somnian is a bit more pragmatic.

The Art of Command is a secret school of magic shared with only the most trusted servants of Quentic society, giving them the strength to force the most powerful of mages to kneel before them. As a reward for defeating an immensely powerful demon, he has been granted special permission to receive his initiation.

Competencies: Chemical (4), Magnetic (2), Binding (2), Arcane (1), Command (2)
Blood type: Blackblood, Tethered

B A C K G R O U N D

Yalen was an orphaned child, born in lands unknown and relinquished by his mother in the country of Miatto. His hometown of Verignac is a small farming community near the border of Perrence. He was taken in by a Dordian monastery, where a sect of the Brothers of Sunset practiced their faith in service of the community. He was more optimistic than most kids in the same circumstances, and throughout his childhood he expressed more interest in theological studies than the others. Seeing true faith in the young Yalen, the head of the monastery felt his heart moved, and a few years after he came to the church Yalen found himself adopted by Charles Castel. He had his son formally inducted into the clergy with his consent, and from then on the young monk was trained in ways of his order.

Yalen's ordinary life was changed when he underwent puberty. As his body matured so did the manas that were lying dormant inside of him, and when he began to visibly release his magic in uncontrolled ways, his father decided to have his magic formally tested. During the testing process many things were discovered about his gift, including his unnaturally long range of effect. There was only one conclusion that could be drawn from this, and that was him being a Tethered. It was a disease rarely seen outside of a handful of specially prepared hostels. Thankfully, Yalen's father thought better of shipping him off to some unknown refuge. When the boy learned that he might die much sooner than his loved ones, he was sad at first, but through heartfelt prayer he discovered a new path for himself that he was compelled to follow. He asked his father to send him to magic school so that he could strengthen his gift and use it as a tool to help the needy. Charles agreed.

In another world line, Yalen's destiny was likely to be a healer and a scholar. He might have walked across the land seeking out the poorest of villages, offering alms and prayers to those who were sick. Whatever that destiny might have been, it was forever changed by the interference of Hugo Hunghorasz, the most powerful wizard on the Twin Continents. Seeking the budding priest's aid in the rescue of his fellow Tethered, Hugo sent him on a mission with many of his peers. It was a dangerous quest that almost cost him his life, but through valiant struggles he was able to survive while making many friends and allies along the way. It was in the desert of Torragon that he met his first love: Jocasta Re.

Life became busy from then on. Yalen took part in the prestigious Trials, and beyond all his expectations his college placed rather high. During that turbulent arc he continued to visit lands far from home. He walked through savannahs and forests, meeting strange merchants and isolated goat herders. It was a memorable time in his life, but also a painful one, for it was at that time that he received a strange request from Jocasta. He alongside others were sent to the island of Djamant, the place where she was born and where she believed lay the key to recovering the memories she lost to the refuges.

While many answers had indeed been found there, Djamant also became the site of a tragic encounter for Yalen. A small army of Quentics appeared seeking Jocasta's head for reasons unknown to him, and they had little interest in sparing the lives of him or his friends. Forced to fight, Yalen fought tooth and nail for the sake of his own survival. He saw his own people die, and while he did not have a direct role in the killing he was most certainly an accomplice. The guilt nearly consumed him.

Before he could subject himself to penance, Yalen was approached by a very special individual. That man was Cardinal Verus, the head of the Dark Somnian order. To make a long story short, Yalen was given an offer he could not possibly refuse. He was given salvation as well as enlightenment. He received the answers to many questions that plagued him ever since he met the Paradigm. For these things, Yalen pledged his undying loyalty as a servant of The Judge.

M O T I V A T I O N

Yalen has abandoned his original standing with the Brothers of Sunset, and became an agent of the Dark Somnians. He has made himself an enemy of both the Volti and the Traveler, and he has sworn an oath to bring them to justice by any means necessary. By fulfilling his mission he hopes to make amends for his raising his hand against the church in the defense of his beloved.

Even though he finds himself in an unfamiliar environment, Yalen continues to follow the ways of his order. Outside of the academy's lessons, his daily behaviors are mostly unchanged. Yalen still wakes up earlier than required. He says his daily prayers. He tries his best to live virtuously and reflect on the holy scriptures. He has done his best to unite a monk's lifestyle with the life of a student of magic.

Seeing his pacifism as a liability in the face of ever increasing threats, Yalen went through harsh training in order to fight alongside his friends. His morning prayers are now accompanied by a strict fitness regimen of sword practice, weight lifting, and daily runs. As someone who has been protected from danger time and time again, he wishes to become a person who can protect others instead.

His future goals include goat ranching, inn keeping, and living under the same roof with his newlywed wife Jocasta.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ A travel bag filled with various medicines and tools
"This is a potion for curing stomach aches."

❖ An enchanted censer
Hegelan made.

❖ An enchanted breathing mask
Hegelan made.

❖ An enchanted pair of sandals
Hegelan made.

❖ An enchanted blowgun.
Hegelan made.

❖ 9 wyrm scales
Dropped by the royal sand wyrm. Might be useful.

❖ 10 wyrm teeth
Dropped by the royal sand wyrm. Might be useful.

❖ A partially reticulated Froabass named Laila
Female. Has an interesting pattern covering her four limbs. It looks like she's wearing socks.

❖ A pair of pet sea goats named Pollock and Anchovy
A gift from a pen pal in Thalakos. Named by Rita.

❖ Oil from the Plushtail plant
Kills manas and stops them from reproducing for a time. Used by refuges to poison the tethered.

❖ 1850 acres of land in Miatto
Encompasses his hometown and the surrounding area. A portion of it is being used for livestock breeding.

Yalen's room at Ersand'Enise is a lot nicer than it used to be. For sophomore year he planned to request accommodations in the noble dorms, which are much larger than the one he currently inhabits. He needed the space to help keep up with the animals he has taken ownership of, and to allow Rita to leave his sister's house in the city and move in with him. His wife Jocasta offered to have him permanently stay at her home instead. He still hasn't done much with the decor in his personal quarters, and usually just lets Rita do as she will with the place. To him it is a place to eat and study, and occasionally sleep when Jocasta gets annoyed with him and kicks him out of their shared bedroom.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Tethered caster
See 'The Gift'.

❖ Good with people of all ages
Just a nice guy.

❖ Knowledge of herblore and medicine
Former Brother of Sunset.

❖ Decent fighter
Taught by his sister.

❖ Student of the law
Necessary for his current occupation.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Easily embarrassed
The bar for making him blush is not that high.

❖ Raised in the countryside
Generally well mannered, but ignorant of the trends in high society.

❖ Honest to a fault
Though sometimes a white lie is necessary for the greater good.

❖ Merciful to his enemies
Will his kindness backfire on him someday?

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ His hometown is called Veyrignac.
❖ The severity of Yalen's disease looks abnormal for his age, but he is actually an example of the Tethering's natural progression. Is it not official knowledge, but tethered children born inside of the refuge system are force fed a mana killing poison which shortens their apparent lifespan. As a freeborn tethered, he is expected to live until a fairly old age.

Updated Feb 27 2023

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Zarina Al-Nader

“If you want something done right …”
17 | Female | Virangish | Merchant | RAS 8.04 (133 manas), Wildblood

P E R S O N A L

❖ [ Pronouns ] - She / Her.
❖ [ Honorifics: ] - Biro
❖ [ Nicknames: ] - “Zazzy/Zaz”, “Bitch”. "Boss". “The Menagerie Queen”. “Babaca”.
❖ [ Titles: ] - The Silverstar Dragon. The Black Dragon. Champion of the Samarra Race. Biro of Ersand'Enise Academy of Thaumaturgy.
❖ [ Relationship Status: ] - Single.

❖ [ Brief Introduction: ]
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C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Gold.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Dark Chocolate Brown.
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick Type 4 - Deep olive to moderate brown. This can skew closer to 3 in colder months or if Zarina stays indoors most of the time, or 5 in opposite cases.
❖ [ Height: ] - 6ft / 185cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 150lb / 70kg
❖ [ Physique: ] - Tall, slim - Slightly pudgier in year 2.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Mole under right eye.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Taller than average. Slightly weathered knuckles.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Unique golden eyes found in females of the Al-Nader line. She has a beauty mark under her right eye.
❖ [ Apparel & Accessories: ] - Zarina’s choice of clothing generally falls into modest bedlah style, kurta robes and velvet textiles for warmer seasons. In cooler times, she will cover up with more colourful Ikat-made attires. Generally, she will alternate between darker colours or white-gold colouring, although relatively humble in flamboyant patterns - she is no noble. Zarina favours trumpet sleeves to her tops and sarouels for her legwear, finding other sorts of pants to not only be unbecoming of a woman but also uncomfortable. This inclination was birthed from her previous activities as a dancer where a dress wasn’t recommended. Her footwear is traditionally Virangish with some of her shoes curving up, while others remain typical to match her clothes.

Multiple silver and gold rings are worn on her fingers, often connected to other jewelries that span through her arms and will sometimes crown her head. Again, she isn’t as conspicuous as some noble girls, but style has no price. One might speculate that she wears these rings to punch a bit harder, at the expense of her hands.

The Black Dragon

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Gold - Orange
❖ [ Hair: ] - Dark
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Black Scales - Fitzpatrick Type 5
❖ [ Height: ] - Varies: 9ft / 275cm - 23ft / 700 cm
❖ [ Weight: ] - Varies: 330lbs / 150kg - 2645lbs / 1200kg
❖ [ Physique: ] - Monstrous.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Barely human / Dragonlike.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Horrifer Wildblood, ram-like horn patterns and thick black scales. At five moons, they conceal most facial features, at four they remain visible. Extended arm length with membranes that form wings.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - The Wildblood transformation can have one’s physical appearance greatly altered depending on the moons. The Horrifer was said to be so big, it would potentially defy the normal limits of a Wildblood’s size. At five moons, very little human-like features can be distinguished behind the somewhat human-like posture.

B A C K G R O U N D

❖ [ Personal History: ]

Zarina was the firstborn of Saoussen Al-Nader, coming to the world just a few minutes before her two sisters. An unusual phenomenon to be sure, and one made even rarer by Saoussen's difficult pregnancies due to her mana blood type. Along with Zarina came Ysilla and Sabbah, all near-identical triplets but with wildly differing personalities.

Zarina was the overly active child that came home with scrapes and bruises as if she were a boy, working off of impulse and rarely thinking things through. Ysilla was the more reserved thinker, quick witted and with a general lack of care as to how she was perceived. And then there was Sabbah, the goldenchild that seemed to have the best of both, and a clear favourite to take over the family’s rapidly growing business. The father had only one interest in mind: Gambling. And the mother led one of the biggest brothel networks in Virang under the banner of the Al-Nader family, which had since been recognized as a cartel.

What Zarina did have was her grandfather, a Torragonese-born Torraro man that had married into a Virangish Artisanal line, and had been the catalyst for the exceptional growth of the family. He was her rock, taught her to ride and even fight - given she couldn’t help herself - and was all around a guiding hand for the aimless Zazzy. However, this contentedness with the state of things would come to an end when a poisoning from a rival family Saoussen and Sabbah. The former showed her hand as a Devourer and delivered righteous retribution, but the youngest of the triplets had no such luck. As promising as the child was, she did not inherit everything desirable from her mother.

The tragedy nearly spiralled the family into its first ever, and likely fatal, downfall. Adnan, Saoussen’s father and Zarina’s grandfather, dubbed ‘Papy’, was far too long to take the reins. But Zarina was not. She was young, but she was also driven. And someone had to do something.

The eldest Al-Nader child became all-too familiar with the foul system her family had been cultivating in order to reach social apotheosis. Her resentment for sex workers, “degenerates” and lower thugs grew exponentially as they weighed heavily on her soul. Many were the times where brutality was necessary to be respected and get the point across. And it never got easier for the discreet but massively empathetic Zarina. Her only respites were, ultimately, her Papy and the few animals she was allowed to keep, especially her camargue horse, Riesco. She remains purely driven by a desire to keep her family in one piece, and a deep rooted desire to be considered as worthy as her sister to take command in the eyes of her mother. Although the truth is that this pressure mostly comes from herself, making her mother appear far more demanding than she ever truly was. Strict, sure, but fiercely independent and far less harsh ever since the loss of her youngest.

A mysterious scholarship for Ersand’Enise had landed upon Zarina’s, and her sister Ysilla’s, lap on their sixteenth birthdays. The family had the resources to access such a prestige, as Saoussen was an alumni, but a special recommendation came with it. The benefactor remained anonymous, but Adnan’s grin when it was mentioned led Zarina to speculate he might be behind this.

The only remaining question was what the Rettanese symbol on the back meant.

Year 1 Classes

Year One, Semester One:
Classes: Kinetic & Chemical
AR102: Dramatic Performance in Tragedy, Satire, Epic & Comedy
SK103: Farming, Gardening, Animal Husbandry & Animal Familiars
SK106: Business, Negotiation & Money Management
AC103: Fundaments of Geography & Cartography in Magical Practice

Year one, Semester Two:
Classes: Binding & Chemical
AR106: Embroidery, Crocheting, Tailoring & Fine Needlework
SK104: Athletics, Agility, Physical Fitness & Sporting Activities
SK102: Making Camp, Foraging, Hunting & Travel in Remote Areas
AC104: Fundaments of History and its Lessons for the Magical Practice

Year 1 Clubs

Guild: The Magicians' Guild
Clubs: The Fingersteeplers, The Fauna Society, The Society of the Grapes, The Mage Hunters' Society, Ordo Draconum, The Eyes of Vashdal, The Innovators' Exchange and The Cloudchasers.

❖ [ Family Ties: ] Zarina hails from the Al-Nader, a historically little-known Artisanal family that recently entered small bourgeoisie, and even more recently dipped into considerable wealth and influence. Despite the unassuming past of this family, a handful know of the ties the family holds to grand figures from both the Torraro and the old elites of Virang. The former has long been a source of stigma to the family, however.

❖ [ Relationships: ]

Ysilla Al-Nader - Twin sister, although they’ve remained distant with one another. They’re usually on the same page despite their overt differences.
Ayla Arslan - Her best friend. Reminds her a lot of a lost sister. Knows her secrets.
Jocasta Re - A close friend. Permanently cautious of her, and yet cares a considerable amount too. Knows her secret and attributed handler.
Marceline Escarra - A close friend and business partner. Feels like an older sister to her.
Yalen Castel - An unlikely good friend from the Quentic Church. She trusts his character.
Yuliya Ivanovich Vasilieva - A close friend and very much infatuated by her. Knows her secret.
Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft - Close friend and permanent Zeno group comrade. Knows her secret, and she partially knows his.
Casii’fyret’alan - Frenemy.

Friends - Isabella Lowell, Maura Mercador, Abdel Varga
Acquaintance - Desmond Catulus, Dorothea Hohnstein, Silas Rieger, Evander Fino Synesti, Niallus Saberhagen, Nazih Iqbal, Esmi’nesta’tawaar, Jamboi, Penelope Pellegrin, Sven Bjørnsson, Manfred Hohenfelter, Jomur Ikon III, King Sancho of Torragon, Sienna Afraval
Questionable - Trypano Somia, Ingrid Penderson, Colette D’aureville, Marljin Vaanse, Benedetto Corvi, Edyta Łaska, Ismet’ych’lahiin’dichora, Augusto Frannemas
Unknown - Ymiico’luun’yoru, Fiske Flachstrauch, Cal’tuuro’jaros, Tku, Qasem Laghmani, Yvain de Berbignon, Oksana Levlytsar, Charlotte Jena, Owain Vaanse, Rikard Ambrus, Neki Kaureerah Wenhan

❖ [ Accomplishments & Achievements: ]

❖ Won the Samarra Horse Race when she was 14
❖ Liberated the Refuge of San Agustin with her comrades and took down the afflicted Royal Sand Wyrm.
❖ Successfully subdued and tamed an Alpha Dune Sea Froabas with the help of Kaspar.
❖ Ended 3rd in the Trials despite a disqualification in one trial.
❖ Survived the ruins of Ancient Zaqhoria and confronted Heart without getting destroyed.
❖ Created an innovative method of serving coffee with Marceline Escarra and raked in record profits in Zenobucks' first year of activity.

L A N G U A G E S

❖ [ Virangish ] – Mother tongue.
❖ [ Avincian ] – Lingua franca, fluent & literate.

❖ [ Zaqhory Languages ]

❖ [ Zaqhory ] – High Intermediate.
❖ [ Old Zaqhory ] – Beginner.
❖ [ Inipori ] – Fluent.
❖ [ Paggonan ] – Advanced.
❖ [ Malabashi ] – Intermediate.
❖ [ Tettar Kansan ] – Lower Intermediate.

❖ [ Severan Languages ]

❖ [ Torragonese ] – Fluent.
❖ [ Belzaggic ] – Beginner.
❖ [ Joruban ] – Beginner.

❖ [ Constantian Languages ]

❖ [ Perrench ] – Lower Intermediate.
❖ [ Revidian ] – Lower Intermediate.
❖ [ Miattan ] – Beginner.
❖ [ Eskandish ] – Beginner.

❖ [ Rettanese Languages ]

❖ [ Rettanese ] – Beginner - Enclave dialect.
❖ [ Nikanese ] – Beginner.

❖ [ Callanasti Languages ]

❖ [ Palapari ] – Beginner.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [ Character Alignment ] - Rebel Moral

❖ [ Forthright ]

See also: Confrontational, Honest, Tactical, Fierce, Domineering.
A blunt girl that doesn’t beat around the bush. Zarina does not bottle up thoughts and feelings for long and will express dissatisfaction when it exists. Perhaps there is a certain naiveté to the way she approaches things, but she prides herself over her honesty. Very little can intimidate Zarina. She will almost never show fear, knowing full well it is a death sentence when confronted to a dangerous predator.

❖ [ Playful ]

See also: Teasing, Condescending, Provocative, Impulsive.
Zarina will poke mercilessly poke fun out of people that have the nerve to disrupt her peace. Nonetheless, she uses humour and teasing to alleviate tensions and establish the tone of the room fairly quickly. Although she will sometimes push things a bit too far and enter levels of inconsideration that harm more than they help.

❖ [ Withdrawn ]

See also: Reclusive, Regretful, Discreet, Secretive.
Events in the Ersand’Enise have only increased the mental burden she’s been bearing for most of her adolescence. Zarina will not frequent most activities unless asked to and has become far more tight-lipped about information regarding herself or her entourage. Her social capabilities have taken a hit, making her inclined to push a bit too hard on the teasing and insults, consequently pushing some people away.

M O T I V A T I O N

❖ [ Answers ] - To understand who and what she’s become. Find Heart and understand the dynamics of the Wildbloods, Sanguinaires and Sirrahi.
❖ [ Ambition ] - Zarina is keen on being a worthy successor to her family’s name and history. She seeks the approval of both her mother and great grandfather, both of which expect different things done in different ways. Her vision for her businesses stretches far, as the Gods have given her a glimpse of so much potential.
❖ [ Absolution ] - No action goes unpunished, especially when it comes to her own actions. The harm she has caused - real harm - must be repented for in some way. She remains tormented as to how this can be achieved, and is an answer she would like to know as well.
❖ [ Aegis ] - With no clear way to forgive herself, she seeks to protect and preserve life that is dear to her. Even if it means taking some freedoms and hurting others that matter less. The written words of Count Juan Antonio Mendoza-Cardenas teach that believing some lives are deserving of the ire of the beast have become a powerful coping mechanism that ring true to Zarina’s mind more and more.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ [ Riding and Animals ]

Zarina has always been good with them, and she’s had plenty of experience with them between her business, school and experiences such as taming an Alpha Froabas. Being her passion, she can be considered at a very advanced level when it comes to riding (land and air steeds) and tending to animals.

❖ [ Physical ]

Once a dancer and practitioner of Machorro, Zarina is physically well kept (even if she let herself go a little at the end of DZ54). As a Wildblood, she is naturally much stronger at three moons and above.

❖ [ Network ]

As the heir of her family’s activities and a successful entrepreneur, Zarina has a growing network of influence reaching as far as Palapar. Consequently, she has a basic understanding of major languages from different regions.

❖ [ Leadership ]

Zarina usually ends up being the leading figure in groups she’s in, unless they involve a bit too much on the intellectual department. Her bravery tends to inspire some.

❖ [ Business Acumen ]

It comes naturally to her, more so in strategic decision-making rather than making deals with others. She is good at finding the right people for the right job, too. Has remarkably good temperance when it comes to expansion and seizing the right opportunities.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ [ Inner Turmoil ]

Lives were taken and she despises herself for it. Insomnia, irritability, self-depreciation (all of which are kept to herself) hinder her motivation and in turn make her volatile as a person. More than she was before.

❖ [ Shaken Faith ]

Recent revelations and experiences have led this normally superstitious and devout Darhannic to question many things. She feels somewhat conflicted with every prayer, and consequently has lost confidence in her actions. Her bravery may seem more like a death wish than genuine courage.

❖ [ Caffeine Addict ]

Once cured by a White Aberration, she dove back into the habit near the end of the year and cannot live without the stuff.

❖ [ Dependency & Exposure ]

As a Wildblood, she is dependent on Jocasta Re to be kept in check. Multiple people know of her secret and can be used as leverage against her. Her “affliction” also shakes her confidence in forming relationships.

❖ [ Not an Intellectual ]

Zarina is someone who takes action and doesn’t do well with sitting and studying. She learns slower than average this way. Tends to be slower at figuring out thought exercises. Very much an emotional person rather than rational.

T H E G I F T

Magic

[ Arcane: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Zarina has yet to take classes, although she can do simple heating and cooling spells.

[ Binding: ] – [ I. Novice ] - A discipline Zarina has recently taken more of an interest in with her newfound resolve to shield the life that so generously offers its aid to her.

[ Chemical: ] Internal: Manipulative ] – [ III. Adept ] - A prodigy if one considers the raw power behind her influence toward beasts that comes naturally to her. Teachings from her stay in Ersand’Enise have allowed Zarina to actually understand the discipline better and focus her efforts toward internal chemistry.

❖ Pleasant Echoes (T1-3) - A solidified version of Zarina’s peculiar influence on fauna (Mostly of beings of much lower RAS, but far less effective on fully sapient beings). Her body is capable of producing pheromones that quickly adapt to the species she’s targeting to pacify them and render them more ‘tamable’, some even going as far as taking some orders. Strong applications of this spell allow the user to immediately prompt the effects the pheromones have on the body without needing to expulse it (essentially skipping a step). This ability can be enhanced even further when combined with Magnetic to create magnetic fields that are longer reaching and can affect considerable flocks of simpler creatures (eg. Locusts or small birds). (Magnetic T2-4)

❖ Coldfire (T3-5) - A hidden spell. Creates invisible flames that do not require combustion and can near-instantly be turned into a raging inferno with minor chemical manipulation. Under the right conditions, they can produce powerful directional shockwaves for a hybrid Kinetic spell.

❖ [ Kinetic: Telekinetic ] – [ IV. Journeyman ] - As a dancer and rider, Zarina naturally drifted toward this discipline. Her interest oriented itself toward the manipulation of objects and herself after being taught by her Sensei, Jocasta Re, and has since become very proficient in telekinesis and flight.

❖ Wings of Magic (T2-6) - Maintains a constant energy loop, drawing from gravity, and further employs telekinesis to move the caster through the air.

❖ [ Magnetic: ] – [ I. Novice ] - A school Zarina took interest in thanks to her Papy, though she somewhat neglected it in class.

❖ Bloodwarping (T4-6) - A hidden spell. Allows the caster to manipulate the iron content in blood and metallic content in the body to cause deficiencies, weaponize it, or even exert subtle control. (Cannot be used yet)

❖ [ Atomic: ] – [ I. Neophyte ] - As a Wildblood, this does change. However Zarina has shown reluctance to even speak of this school.

❖ [ Blood: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Temporal: Spatial: Worldwarping ] ] – [ III. Adept ] - Trained by Jocasta and privy to knowledge from the Forked Tower, Zarina has gained practical and intellectual insight on the school, to the point of actually being able to commune with Space-Time energies outside of specialised rooms.

❖ Remembrance of the Loyal Steed (T3) - A variation of the portal ability, crafted by Zarina to go beyond her normal range and summon beings she has a very close tie to. Currently, she can only reliably summon (and send back) her horse, Riesco, but can attempt to summon Alqasas as well.

❖ [ Dark: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Command: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Primordial: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

Blood

❖ [ Blackblood ]

33% of the population, mainly found in noble lineages, 1/3 people – This is most mages. There are no particular benefits or drawbacks associated with being a blackblood.

❖ [ Wildblood ]

Contracted from wild animals with mana. Manas permeate the body, leading to greatly enhanced capabilities and lifespan, but destabilised genetic structures and DNA. Under four or more full moons, the manas gain strength and try to 'hijack' the body and restructure it to match the animal they originally inhabited. The lifespan of a Wildblood becomes the average between the host’s and the invading mana’s species. A human mage’s lifespan is around 80 years.

Animal Type: Tyrannus Horrifer
Lifespan: Unknown, potentially longer than a Monsigneus (~ 320 years). The original host has lived for far longer.
Contracted From: Heart, the Prisoner of the Zaqhorian Crypt.

Wildblood Stages

❖ [ 3 Moons ]
RAS: 8.43 (183 Manas)
At this stage, Zarina’s mind remains her’s, barring pain-induced rage and infrequent mania. She remains under control of her instincts, although she can’t help but feel a desire to dominate lower lifeforms that get a little too ahead of themselves. Her physical might is essentially doubled, rivalling Sanguinaires while her durability is also enhanced. Very little physical changes occur beyond small scales on her chest and extremities with thicker and sharper nails.

❖ [ 4 Moons ]
RAS: 9.11 (283 Manas)
At this stage, Zarina’s mind isn’t fully her’s, being a 65/35 between the beast and herself. She is capable of restraint and thought, but any push that may trigger her ire or killer instinct will overpower her quickly. She is easily twice, if not three times her size (not height) at this stage, but she can still be recognized as human by her facial features and human flesh being discernable in some areas. Still, she remains more bestial than anything else.

Her physical might varies depending on her control, but it is generous four times that of a human’s with great durability. A wildblood at this stage becomes very difficult to kill as their binding capabilities skyrocket (requiring one shot kills or quick flurries to take one out). Additionally, the Horrifer’s breath (albeit a weakened version) becomes naturally available to the host at this stage. With a brief charge, it utilises a wide sweeping beam of atomic energy known as the Horrifer’s Light, rivalling Tier 5 and even 6 atomic spells, leaving toxic residues in its wake.

❖ [ 5 Moons ]
RAS: 9.64 (420 Manas)
At this stage, the beast has fully taken over with very few Wildbloods ever capable of having even some control. No human traits are discernable at this stage beyond the posture and vaguely human shape they still have (they remain hybrids), as well as not being the size of the actual animal. Very little can be done to reason with one and options entirely depend on the skills of the Wildblood and what precautions they have taken.

They are nigh invincible barring a powerful enough attack to instantly kill or subdue them. In the Horrifer’s case, the thick, black scales make this a particularly daunting task. Their potent binding will rapidly heal injuries and their aggression will make attrition unmanageable even with prepared groups. The physical might of the Wildblood varies greatly at this stage, depending on their individual strength, training and even growth stage, but at minimum they are at least ten times the strength of a human (as a Horrifer). Of course, at this stage a Wildblood is almost entirely driven by instinct and thus incapable of strategy.

A trained and prepared Horrifer Wildblood can eventually gain access to The Light that Burns the Sky, a more powerful variation of the Horrifer’s light that is said to surpass even the greatest atomic spells. This has not been seen in over a millennium.

❖ [ Fruit of Oraff-Zept ]

Zarina consumed the orange from the Orchard of the Gods and gained the blessing of Oraff-Zept, the God preserver of life. The third cluster were grand, verdant, and ever-growing. They had oranges and green apples upon their branches.
- Oranges: +2 to all defensive rolls and advantage as well when protecting someone else.

I N V E N T O R Y

G E A R

Gear

❖ Head -

Helm

Name: Silverstar Dragon’s Helm

Item Descriptions: A helm made from steel and a Royal Sand Wyrm scale. Using the scale to form the front face to increase the durability of the helm making it near impervious to all attacks. It gives this helm an aggressive yet regal look.

Special:
Stoneskin - Any ailments, afflictions, or internal magical attacks will be neutralized by the helms manas.

Impact Dampening - Any impacts felt by the user through the gauntlet will be reduced to reduce the chances of injury.

Sonic Regulation - Anytime a noise would enter the helm, it is regulated to become at most someone close to them. While when someone is speaking it will enhance the sound to allow it to become audible to the user.

Heat Regulation - Anytime the user would start producing excess heat in the helm, it will draw that energy to cool the user.

Additive Effect: 10 manas
Mana type: Stoneskin
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Gold
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum 2
Final Grade: Platinum

❖ Platinum Necklace of the Darhannic (Hexaic) Faith - Often the object of prayer should she not have a personally valuable item or thing. (Neck)

❖ Arms -

Gauntlet

Name: Silverstar Gauntlet

Item Descriptions: A gauntlet made from steel and a Royal Sand Wyrm scale. Using the scale to form the outwards facing armor to increase the durability of the gauntlet making it near impervious to all attacks. Platinum lines the edges between the Wyrm scale and the steel to accent the colors further.

Special:
Hypershift - The user can speed up the gauntlet to make it and whatever it is swing move faster or slower.

Impact Dampening - Any impacts felt by the user through the gauntlet will be reduced to reduce the chances of injury.

Graviton Slam - The user can manipulate any object in their grasp, or the gauntlet itself, and increase or decrease its weight by a magnitude of 10 times.

Additive Effect: 5 manas
Mana type: Hypershift
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Gold
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum 2
Final Grade: Platinum

❖ Core -

Chestpiece

Name: Silverstar Dragon’s Scales

Item Descriptions: A set of plate armor made from a steel alloy made from Fuming Obsidian Concentrate that forms a very powerful alloy and platinum detailing. With a Royal Sand Wyrm scale being used to increase the durability of the armor making it near impervious to all attacks.

Special:
Self-Repair - The armor is enchanted to take energy from the surrounding area to repair itself. Such as heat from the sun, kinetic energy of the wind, the armor moving, or even from the earth.

Energy Conversion - The armor is enchanted to convert any additional energy that comes from the user or from the armor into chemical energy to keep the user functional. Such as excess heat, sweat, magnetic charges, and other bodily fluids are turned into chemical energy.

Self-Revival - When the suit senses the users vitals or metabolic processes slow or are to cease, the armor will quickly convert energies in the area to jumpstart the user and increase them to keep the user alive and restore consciousness.

Additive Effect: 15 manas
Mana type: Radishield
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Gold
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum 3
Final Grade: Platinum +

❖ Quality Silk Vestments - No added benefits beyond being light and of quality.

❖ Legs -

Greaves

❖ Name: Flaming Greaves of the Silverstar Dragon

Item Descriptions: Made of fire resistant materials and imbued with fire resistant manas, these hegelan-crafted boots allow one to walk on burning ground and even wade through lava for short periods. Prettied up by an expert to fit the theme of the Silverstar panoply.

Special: N/A

Additive Effect: 5 manas
Mana type: Flameshield
Longevity: Gold
Efficiency: Silver
Density: Platinum 2
Capacity: Platinum 2
Attunement: Gold
Final Grade: Platinum +

❖ Weapons -

Great Shield (And Gauntlet)

❖ Name: Platinum Dragon’s Maw

Item Descriptions: An absolutely Giant of a shield made from Royal Sand Wyrm scales, Begemot manas, platinum and steel. It is a shield that almost seems to be alive as it bears the face of the Royal Sand Wyrm that was slain in the Torraganese desert. Mighty and powerful it is made to not only be a powerful defensive tool, but also with its shifting forms it is able to change into melee weapons, and even into a cannon.

Special:
Shifting Forms - With the Begemot manas within the shield it will allow it to change its shape to a few different forms. Such as the scales of the shield receding into the gauntlet and pauldron, allowing for something akin to a buckler. Or, the scales will shift and move to become gauntleted claws that will extend and give close-range weapons. Finally, it will be able to shift and move to become the large shield that has a cannon within. The Begemot manas within the shield is able to repair itself anytime it is damaged.

Kinetic Absorption and Impartment - With the Juggernaut manas within, anytime the shield is hit by a kinetic or physical attack, the shield will absorb the energy to give the user a higher resistance to those types of attacks (80% resistance). This energy is then stored and can be used to enhance strikes when changed into a weapon form.

Energy Absorption - Anytime the shield is hit by a heat or light-based attack, the manas within will absorb the energy to give the user a higher resistance to those types of energy attacks (50% resistance). This energy is then stored and can be used to fire the cannon within the shield.

Damage Reflection - When the user uses specific activation words, the next time the shield is to be hit by an external kinetic or energy-based attack, the shield will absorb and reflect the energy back in the direction of the attack, reducing the damage of the attack by up to 40% based upon the force of the attack and reflecting it back instantly to reduce it further. The harder the attack the more damage it will get repelled. (Giving a true damage reduction of up to 80% Based upon the strength of the attack)

Horrifer’s Black Scales - Mightily resilient smaller scales split from a singular large one made to enhance the surface of the shield. Provides 5 extra ‘HP’ to the shield. When this number reaches 0, the scales are permanently broken.

Searing Return - When defending while this shield is equipped, the counter will gain a bonus of +3, either by cannon fire or by the shield morphing into a melee-appropriate weapon.

Additive Effect: 23 manas
Mana type: Assimilator + Juggernaut + Begemot
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Platinum
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum 2
Final Grade: Platinum +

Shamshirs

❖ Il-Halim - Soothing Murmurs: A Shamshir with a bright, pale blade and a silver handle. Effective at conducting electricity and good focus. Excellent riding weapon.

❖ Il-Kabus - Thrilling Terrors: A Shamshir forged from obsidian and designed to be superior at piercing damage than most of its category.

❖ Storage -

❖ Leather Messenger Bag - In Vogue among her people, not too efficient in terms of capacity but withstands quite a bit of punishment. Fashionable.

❖ Sealed Coffee Container - For daily coffee needs. Not thermally sealed, so needs to be warmed up.

S T O R A G E

Storage

❖ A-Grade powdered Spratz: Questionably acquired from inside a dress in carny-land. x500g In Zarina’s Kitchen.

❖ Royal Sand Wyrm Claws: The strongest materials found on a Sand Wyrm, said to make some of the best armours and weapons in Sipenta. Although no known Blacksmith is currently able to work them. x5 In Storage.

❖ Royal Sand Wyrm Bones: Bones of varying sizes that are said to be great building materials. Not the easiest things to store! x11 (Shared with Marceline) In Storage.

❖ Royal Sand Wyrm Scales: Flexible scales of the Sand Wyrm, said to make flexible and durable armour. Their size makes them practical to produce a lot of different gear. X50 (Shared with Marceline) In Storage.

❖ Emergency Ground Coffee: AAA-Grade, in case she can’t get some of it. Enough for two kettles. In Zarina’s bag.

❖ Dragon Spurs: Guaranteed to help you prod your dragon to move faster (without breaking the skin). In Storage.

❖ Fragments of the Magic Nullifier: Pieces of a broken magic nullifier, with many gears still intact as well as the core potentially salvageable by a savvy individual. In Zarina’s living space.

❖ Woolly Mammoth Pet Bed: A large, human-bed sized resting spot for big pets, although it welcomes all species that fit. Very warm and comfy. In Zarina’s living space.

❖ Slo-Mo Three's Smooth BBQ Sauce: The smoothest, savouriest BQ sauce around, with exotic herbs and hints of cumin and coriander. (In Kitchen)

❖ Unsigned Portrait of Queen Eleanor: The painting appears to be a painting of Queen Eleanor from the famous artist Édouard Fabien. However, the person who reproduced the painting forgot to add his trademark symbol that identifies all his authentic works. In Storage.

❖ Old Bronze Hourglass: With sands that start red and turn black as they flow through the middle. Found in old ruins of Zaqhoria. In Storage.

❖ Singular Silver Coin: A coin with the same face on both sides. It was conjured by the Ice King and trusted to Zarina. Consistently cold to the touch.

F I N A N C E S
❖ Change in Hand: Approximately Ỽ2
❖ Current Associated Bank: Bluebell's Investment Group

❖ Associated Organisations: Zeno Bucks LLC
❖ Associated Persons: Marceline Escarra

❖ Total Liquidity: Ỽ3524

DZ54 Finances

Expenditure	Value
Initial Funds	Ỽ5
Investor I	Ỽ200
Zeno Bucks Launch Expenditures	-Ỽ111
Woolly Mammoth Pet Bed	-Ỽ5.5
Unsigned Portrait	-Ỽ6.5
ZB Income	Ỽ3652
Abyssal Skulker	-Ỽ350
Coldfire Lesson	Ỽ500
Bubble Maker	Ỽ10
Rent (High Merchant)	-
GREED Payout	Ỽ20
Ranch Income	Ỽ455
Diamonds	Ỽ3699
Animal Chow	-Ỽ710
Hegelan Forging	-Ỽ3471
Down payment	-Ỽ450
Renovations & Maintenance	-Ỽ245

❖ Net Worth: Ỽ66,892

Assets

Asset	Value
Platinum Necklace	Ỽ3
Clothes	Ỽ20
Fireblood Greaves	Ỽ400
Dual Swords	Ỽ30
A-Grade Spratz	Ỽ150
Sand Wyrm Claws	Ỽ240
Sand Wyrm Bones	Ỽ160
Sand Wyrm Scales	Ỽ600
Dragon Spurs	Ỽ5
Woolly Bed	Ỽ6
Unsigned Portrait	Ỽ4
Old Bronze Hourglass	?
Riesco	Ỽ4
Alqasas	Ỽ25,000
Thawra	Ỽ3000
Nibbler	Immeasurable
Arlo	Ỽ2
Monkeybirds	Ỽ600
Fradje	Ỽ20,000
Zeno Bucks	Ỽ9000
Gear	Ỽ3000

P R O P E R T Y

15th Godsroad

Location: By the Godsroad.

Size: 3 stories, although split with the second part being only two. 1200m² of grassy land at the back.

Summary: Four bedrooms. A main drawing room. A play room. A kitchen with a small room for casual eating. Two lavatories, one on each floor. A relatively large study. An attic. A cellar. A couple of closets. Currently being renovated by Abdel Varga. Has stables that can hold up to 5 steeds. There is a barn at the back for growing dragons (they remain chained). A wooden fence delineates the property borders. There are a few trees in the backyard.

F A M I L I A R S

M O U N T S

Horse - Riesco

Name: Riesco
Sex: Male
Species: Camargue Horse
Age: 5

Description: Bonded to Zarina when he was but a foal and she was 11, the two were essentially inseparable (in reason). Almost every day, even during rain seasons, she would take him out and they would ride. He is accepting of other riders and the breed is considered friendly and domesticated. He has been very stressed to have had his rider leave for over a month, but is now happily reunited. He is very calm in her presence, rarely panicking. He will always try to find some treats hidden in people’s pockets and wander around if not tied. He is currently kept at the Merchant Stables.

Character: A loyal horse strongly bonded to his master. He is very gentle and accepting of others riding him despite being a full stallion. He is quite gluttonous and will always seek a potentially hidden treat on someone's being. Like a cat, some could believe he's never been fed! He rarely cowers from danger so long as he's handled properly.

Abilities: Riesco is a normal horse that is somewhat acclimated to Zarina’s Kinetic abilities, although only in mild usage. He is particularly easy to ‘bond’ with when Zarina uses her chemical influence. He’s overall in very good health!

Gear

Name: Cavalry of the Silverstar

Item Descriptions: Armour fitted for Riesco the Stallion, composed of a Royal Sand Wyrm Claw and multiple processed Scales to form a high quality set of armour worthy of magical heavy cavalry. The plating’s colouring is consistent with Zarina’s inclination for Platinum, although the metal isn’t used in its composition.

Special: Must be Ridden by a Mage.

Untethered Mobility - Timeracer manas enable physics-defying speed from the steed when stimulated by the rider. While riding Riesco, the rider gains advantage on any mobility-based roll. Additionally, they gain a free defence action when protecting an ally so long as the rider hasn't been targeted this turn.

Damage Absorption - As would most armour, this one can soak up to 60% of incoming kinetic-based damage sources and use that energy to fuel Hypershift manas and dodge to potentially avoid an indeterminate amount of the remaining assault.

Additive Effect: 6 manas (To Rider)
Mana type: Hypershift
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum 2
Density: Platinum
Capacity: Gold
Attunement: Gold
Final Grade: Platinum

Name: Silverstar Steed’s Saddle

Item Descriptions: A black and red saddle that encompasses also the reins, bridle and decorative (but also protective) padding under the armour. Composed of Royal Sand Wyrm Scale and Brine Whale Leather from Inipor.

Special: Must be Ridden by a Mage.

Restoration - From exertion or from wounds, the saddle will restore the steed’s via chemical and binding magic at full efficiency. The rider gains the benefit at 75% efficiency. It can progressively restore Riesco’s gear so long as the manas aren’t compromised.

Thermoregulation - Shields from more extreme temperatures and offers a 20% resistance to Arcane-based attacks.

Additive Effect: N/A
Mana type: Stoneskin
Longevity: Gold
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Gold
Capacity: Silver
Attunement: Platinum
Final Grade: Gold

Dune Sea Froabases - Alqasas & Thawra

Name: Alqasas
Sex: Female
Species: Dune Sea Froabas - Alpha
Age: 0 (Born Mid-DZ54)

Description: The Largest Froabas species in Sipenta, especially as an Alpha. Alqasas is decorated with a noticeable and bright gold and green swirling pattern with subtle pearlescent purple and reticulated. Considered to be the rarest pattern type among its kind and an Alpha to boot. As of the next year, she is about large enough to be ridden unlike her non-alpha siblings.

Character: Alqasas will frequently make shows of dominance to others of its kinds and humans she does not know. She sometimes challenges Zarina’s position as leader, although has never attacked her. She somewhat fears her mother, but definitely craves the safety she provides, even when it goes against her Alpha instincts. Get anxious very easily without other Froabases around, or Zarina.

Abilities: The usual fire-breathing, flying, immense resilience and huge strength. Exacerbated by Alpha-status. Considered pretty smart and coordinated pack animals.

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Name: Thawra
Sex: Female
Species: Dune Sea Froabas
Age: 0 (Born Mid-DZ54)

Description: The Largest Froabas species in Sipenta, especially as an Alpha. Thawra’s scales have the ‘Zephyr’ pattern: Sleek bluish-green with a blue underbelly and white ovals around the eyes, like an orca. Normally sized for her species.

Character: Thawra can be best described as nervous, and with that comes some volatility, making her difficult to handle. Zarina has a better grip and her, and it is due to the co-dependence developed between master and mount that she has behavioural problems. Gets massive separation anxiety and often gets into fights with her sister, Alqasas, although she is quick to concede.

Abilities: The usual fire-breathing, flying, immense resilience and huge strength. Considered pretty smart and coordinated pack animals.

B A T T L E - C O M P A N I O N S

Nibbler

Name: Nibbler
Sex: Male
Species: Abnormal Giant Dormouse
Age: ~1

Description: What looks to be a normal Dormouse with black stripes over his eyes. Said eyes are very expressive, as well as his body language. Can live around 15 years, supposedly.

Character: This guy’s getting his own sheet!

Abilities: Detailed in the sheet, soon.

Gear

Name: Nibbler’s Unbeatable Drip

Item Descriptions: A Jacket for Little Nibbler. Made from Kaempe Ko fur. He is now a particularly dapper lad with nothing that can cramp his style. Great thermoregulation, amazing aerodynamics and just totally fabulous.

Special:

Nibbler’s Exciting Escape - Nibbler is made even faster with his sweater and will have advantage in flee and retreat (to Zarina) rolls. Also makes moving in thin air much easier for the little guy.

Damage Absorption - As would most armour, this one can soak up to 60% of incoming kinetic-based damage sources and use that energy to fuel Hypershift manas and dodge to potentially avoid an indeterminate amount of the remaining assault.

Additive Effect: 5 manas
Mana type: Lightfoot
Longevity: Gold
Efficiency: Gold
Density: Silver
Capacity: Gold
Attunement: Gold
Final Grade: Gold

P E T S

Blueberry Dragon - Arlo

Name: Arlo
Sex: Male
Species: Blueberry Dragon
Age: ~2

Description: A small, blueish dragon with a love for fruits. Arlo loves peaches in particular and hanging on his master's shoulder when out of his cage. Capable of living up to 20 years old, he is kept mostly indoors in the warm and safe from predators. He will also hunt insects that enter the home!

Character: Initially shy, Arlo is actually quite the talkative little diva seeking attention from anyone he's familiar with, including other animals. Zarina had to ensure her locks were proper as he's since shown to be able to operate doors! He responds well to rewards and operates like clockwork when it comes to sleep: Always when the hour of Dami starts, he will fly to his cage and go to sleep. Like many of his species, he is easily spooked and will seek solace on his master's shoulder or find an elevated hiding spot.

Abilities: A speedy creature in the air and capable of learning quickly, it is said to be the smartest small flying dragon species. It has a strong nose for nearby foods and can distinguish the most nutritive at a certain range. He can spit small breaths, though they're generally harmless and less potent than a grape dragon's.

The Monkeybirds!

The Zangari Monkeybirds

Species: Zangari Monkeybirds
Age: Hatched on Velles DZ54

Description: A species of mostly-flightless birds, their limbs have become long and spindly and they are known for spending their whole lives on the overgrown cliff sides, amid the vines, roots, and crevasses. Smart and capable of mimicking human voice (with basic understanding of word meanings and context). Very colourful, and prone to being loud and messy.

Abilities: High intelligence, capable of speech, quick, annoying, very beautiful and colourful patterns, need constant attention. Can be taught to do tasks.

Name: Horus-gar the Black
Sex: Male
Description: A “Dark Lord” variation of the Monkeybirds, looking very similar to a firetail with black plumage and orange-like patterns. Horus knows he’s the most fabulous and an immense drama queen. Always first to be on Zarina’s shoulder.

Name: Maat-res
Sex: Female
Description: The runt of the litter and often seen following Zarina around as she had to be nursed with more attention than the others. Often hides behind her leg and is too afraid to interact with the world as much as the others. Has pretty big feathers for her sizes near her limbs and head, and with blue as the dominant colour.

L I V E S T O C K

Abyssal Skulker Thresher - Fradje Diamondshitter

Name: Fradje Diamondshitter
Sex: Female
Species: Abyssal Skulker Thresher - Alpha
Age: Born Velles DZ54

Description: Living in the darkest depths of the ocean, this small bioluminescent thresher is known for its stunning multicoloured light displays, ability to render itself inert and drift while waiting to ambush prey, and its remarkable digestive system. Able to compress food when ingested to less than 1/4 of its former size, its feces often takes the form of dense minerals. Yes, poop diamonds.

Character: She stays deep underwater. She lurks, eats random prey and poops shinies. Fradje recognises the feeding bell and presence of Zarina and understands she is the hand that feeds her. She doesn’t ask for more. The human even cleans her poo away!

Abilities: Big. Stealthy. Hard to detect. Can snap someone in half. Poops diamonds and other minerals. An Alpha, so bigger, tougher and more resilient overall.

The Kaempe Ko!

The Kaempe Ko

Species: Kaempe Ko
Age: 9, 6, 11

Description: Giant, woolly bovine animals from Eskand, raised as livestock for their creamy milk, heat-resistant wool and delicious meat. While territorial, the domesticated specimens are relatively docile, especially if regularly fed and groomed.

Abilities: They produce a lot of milk, are very big and can probably trample you. Extremely pettable.

Name: Storfyr (Big Guy)
Sex: Male
Description: A big bull among bulls. Pretty chill. Loves to lick salt cubes and is excessively curious. The earth shakes a little when he eagerly migrates toward something interesting.

Name: Sollys (Sunny)
Sex: Female
Description: A young Kaempe Ko ready to bear an offspring. She has the vigour of youth and often prods Frue to play with mild headbutts. Can be a bit pushy for scritches from humans, sometimes tipping them over. A cuddlebug.

Name: Frue (Lady)
Sex: Female
Description: Currently Pregnant and lactating! The older female, used to the process and will remain docile. She is a sweetheart and will stay put when being handled. Has successfully given birth to four healthy foals.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ Original RAS before entering Ersand’Enise was 7.62
❖ Current Hex Code: E5E4E2
❖ Old Hex Code: C78A2C

S E C O N D A R Y

Abdel Varga

“You know what? I think I’ll abstain from all this crazy.”

14 | Male | Human | Torragon / Virang | Commoner | RAS: 6.66 (53 manas) | Tethered - Thunderchild

P E R S O N A L

❖ [ Pronouns ] - He / Him.
❖ [ Honorifics: ] - Mister, Biro
❖ [ Nicknames: ] - “Abibi”
❖ [ Titles: ] - Resident of the St. Augustin Refuge. Hunter. Lord Ali of House Bukhari (Formerly)
❖ [ Relationship Status: ] - Dating: Maura Mercador

❖ [ Brief Introduction: ]

Faint-Hearted, Braggart, Kind Hearted, “Normal”, Insecure, Grudgeful, Clever
Abdel is, all things considered, a very normal teen with typical teen quirks. A total show off but easily scared off from bringing in some bite, he does make some good humour out of these silly situations when he can. Really, among the entourage he’s been with, he’s one of the closest to being normal. Although he tends to be sharper than the average, he does let emotions get to him when he is wronged. He holds grudges and isn’t very forgiving (and has a very good memory). He enjoys doing things with his hands and just going out there to move, hiding his Tethered traits the best he can.

His interests revolve around building things, potentially some architecture and engineering later on, and finding information on things. Less so to learn and more so to make use of his tracking capabilities and the advantage a Tethered has when ambushing via long range. He hopes to eventually make enough money to focus more on constructing, but the thrill of it keeps him going for more.

Abdel was once known as Ali Bukhari, child of the prestigious Bukhari family of Virang, one of the biggest Darhannic clergyman families. He was sent to the St. Agustin Tethered refuge days after his diagnosis, and most of his past was removed from memory, although he still speaks the languages he knew and recalls bits and pieces. He and all those in the Refuge were ‘liberated’ by a group of Students from Ersand’Enise, and has since wished to join them in the school thanks to scholarship provided by the Duque Frannemas.

Nowadays, Abdel has made many friends, got particularly close to a wheelchair-bound girl named Maura and has essentially joined the ‘gang’ that is strangely involved with many big events around the world. He works as an independent, small-time bounty hunter during his free time, is employed by his friend Isabella for part-time work and has made a hobby of fixing some homes and building things he enjoys.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Brown.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Black.
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick type V. Abdel is definitely on the darker end of those living in West Severa, although he goes down to type IV if in cold weather for long.
❖ [ Height: ] - 5ft 11 / 180cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 125lb / 56kg.
❖ [ Physique: ] - Thin.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Very standard. Has a ratty, thin moustache when he doesn’t shave.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Tehered but can walk normally again.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Tall for his age.
❖ [ Apparel & Accessories: ] -

Abdel will typically dress with simple clothes, ranging from simple tunics to very basic coats. Initially due to a lack of care for his appearance, he now tries to remain inconspicuous as a bounty hunter.

T H E G I F T

❖ [ Arcane: ] – [ I. Novice ] - Abdel has attended classes in Arcane, favouring heat-oriented approaches.
❖ [ Binding: Material: Creation ] – [ III. Adept ] - Oriented toward the creation of sturdy structures for building and also defence for combat. Initially trained in medicine as a beginner Afortunado too.
❖ [ Chemical: ] – [ I. Novice ] - Still learning the ropes, used to compliment his internal magnetic for the most part (especially with his trackers).
❖ [ Kinetic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Very basic use to help with mobility when needed.
❖ [ Magnetic: Internal ] – [ IV. Journeyman ] - Abdel’s main focus is this tree, enhanced with his Thunderchild blood type. As a Tethered, he finds very effective use of it as a ‘single hit knockout’ through internal strikes. That isn’t to say he can’t use the fundamentals to their fullest, although he has yet to specialise in ferromagnetism and lightning.

❖ Bloodwarping (T4-6) - A hidden spell. Allows the caster to manipulate the iron content in blood and metallic content in the body to cause deficiencies, weaponize it, or even exert subtle control.

❖ [ Atomic: ] – [ I. Novice ]
❖ [ Blood: ] – [ I. Novice ]
❖ [ Temporal: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Dark: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Command: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Primordial: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Fruit of Ahn-Eshiran ] In the fourth were grim black trees with spiny bark and sparse darkened leaves. They grew Medlars and Brandæbles.
- Brandæbles: increase your attack dice by one stage above where they should be.

O T H E R

Languages:

Languages

❖ [ Torragonese ] – Tethered Main Language.
❖ [ Avincian ] – Lingua franca, fluent & literate.

❖ [ Zaqhory Languages ]

❖ [ Virangish ] - Fluent.
❖ [ Inipori ] - Advanced
❖ [ Zaqhory ] - Beginner.

❖ [ Severan Languages ]

❖ None beyond Torragonese

❖ [ Constantian Languages ]

❖ [ Perrench ] – Intermediate. (Trained)
❖ [ Revidian ] – Beginner.

❖ [ Rettanese Languages ]

❖ [ Rettanese ] – Lower Intermediate (Trained)

❖ [ Callanasti Languages ]

❖ None yet, though he is taking some in year 2.

❖ [ Non-Human Languages ]

❖ None yet.

Classes:

Classes

First Year - First Semester
Classes: Magnetic & Binding
AR104: Painting and Drafting in Acrylic, Oil, Pastel & Watercolour
SK104: Athletics, Agility, Physical Fitness & Sporting Activities
SK102: Making Camp, Foraging, Hunting & Travel in Remote Areas
LN106: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Rettanese

First Year - Second Semester
Classes: Arcane & Chemical
AR101: Human, Natural & Constructed Forms in Sculpture
SK105: Sewing, Cooking, Repair & Construction Essentials
SK103: Farming, Gardening, Animal Husbandry & Animal Familiars
LN102: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Perrench

Societies:

Societies

Inventory:

Inventory

Currency:
Ỽ427 - Put in Bluebell’s Investment Group.

Named Items:
N/A

Minor:
-A cane from the Refuge.

Magical Items:

Gloves

Name: The Guiding Hands

Item Description: A pair of leather brine whale leather gloves used to amplify chemical and magnetic magics used when coordinating beasts at a range.

Special:

Orchestrate - Tandem use of chemical and magnetic magics with the sensemaster manas allow for precise orders to be given without any verbal messaging, and from anywhere in the user’s range. Only works on those wearing a bridle made with the same material and mana.

Additive Effect: 8 manas
Mana Type: Sensemaster
Longevity: Gold
Efficiency: Platinum 2
Density: Gold
Capacity: Gold
Attunement: Platinum 2

Final Grade: Platinum

Hairpins

Name: The Black Pins

Item Description: Two hairpins bound near the ears to enhance sounds captured within one’s range, mostly useful for those with little capabilities with sonic magic.

Special:

Sonic enhancement - Most things in your casting/drawing range are now audible to you.

Sonic dampening - Deafen oneself to unwanted sounds, protecting one’s ears from potential sonic attacks too.

Additive Effect: 2 manas
Mana Type: Skinspeaker
Longevity: Silver
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Silver
Capacity: Silver
Attunement: Platinum 3

Final Grade: Platinum

Animals / Companions / Vehicles:

Animals / Vehicles

Name: Dayanara & Qadira
Sex: Female
Species: Skuggvar
Age: 0 (Born Velles of DZ54)

Description: Notorious predators with powerful tracking abilities and physical might. Considered very dangerous even for mages, hunting parties are often gathered to eliminate Skuggvars that have tasted the blood of someone from the community. They appear docile but are ferocious and cunning beasts. They constantly wear muzzles and are kept controlled by Abdel’s magic.

Character: Dayanara is more extraverted and willing to be pet than Qadira who is the more aggressive one of the two. They learn quickly but challenge their master frequently. They have figured out ways to get out of their muzzles twice, but the current edition has them stumped.

Abilities: Unparalleled tracking, poison, physical might.

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Name: Zorayas
Sex: Female
Species: Trickster Wyrm
Age: 0 (Born Ardanes of DZ54)

Description: With a decent RAS, a roughly humanoid-shaped thing on its tail, and an instinctual way with illusion magic. Other animals are wary of humans/yasoi/hegelans/eeaiko while those four sapiens are all relatively social with other sapiens. The wyrm can cool its body temperature, go very still, and hide most of its energy signature, scaring off some would-be predators but drawing in Sapiens and then ambushing and eating them. Its digestive system is very specialized to allow for quick absorption of manas without killing them. Hence, its RAS spikes really high after a meal and it uses that to hunt further, going on these mini-rampages and gorging on sapiens with mana and then going for extended periods without eating. Current wears a muzzle too.

Character: Zorayas is still in the very early adolescence stage and hasn’t fully developed a personality yet. She enjoys shadowing Abdel and hiding in his tunics. Her tail being underdeveloped is used to simulate infant-like forms as lures, much to Abdel’s distress.

Miscellaneous:

❖ Hex Code: 9e0039
❖ Started off with 6.40 RAS, lost to White aberrations.
❖ The consumed white aberrations have almost fully recovered his mobility.

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Primary Character

Ayla Arslan

Ayla Arslan

”I am a Lion’s cub, and I have a Lion’s heart.”
17 | Female | Quasidemon | Torragonese | High Noble | RAS 7.89 (121 manas) | Fireblood, Shadowspeaker

P E R S O N A L

❖ [ Pronouns ] - She / Her.
❖ [ Honorifics: ] - Lady, Biro
❖ [ Nicknames: ] - “Lion Cub of Varrahasta”, “The Unburnt”. "Kitty-Cat".
❖ [ Titles: ] - Daughter of Duque Duerte, Casa Arslan del Torragon, Guardian del Varrahasta, Protector del Río Arapor, Warden del Reserva Natural de Arapor, Keeper de la Basílica la Llama Sagrada. Biro of Ersand'Enise Academy of Thaumaturgy.
❖ [ Relationship Status: ] - Betrothed.
❖ [ Character Alignment ] - Lawful Good
❖ [ An Introduction: ]

Ayla Arslan is the scion of a prominent Torragonese noble family, whose forebear, Alizée Arslan, was a founding member of the Torragón nation. Her family, who are Pyromancers, revere Asier Arslan, their founding father and the Lion Knight of Parrence, for his role in the Fiery Destruction of the Eskandr fleet at Relouse and the Burning of their capital Meldheim.

From birth, Ayla demonstrated a remarkable talent for pyromancy due being a gifted Fireblood, and her family had high expectations for her abilities. They pushed her hard during her training, which ultimately led to Ayla attempting to use magic that was beyond her capabilities, resulting in a catastrophic injury to others. The incident traumatized Ayla, causing her to develop a mental block that prevented her from using fire magic other than in an uncontrolled manner when emotionally unstable. Her father, the Duque, lost faith in her and viewed her as a great disappointment, as he abandoned hope in her and focused his attention on her older brother and heir, Jorge, leaving Ayla feeling alienated from her family.

Fortunately, Ayla's mother, Azahara, recognized her daughter's strengths and encouraged her to develop her skills in negotiation and justice by managing the household affairs. She had been instrumental in helping her daughter find her true calling and nurturing her talents. Together, they had worked on managing the family's affairs, with Ayla using her negotiation skills and her mother's guidance to promote fair and just policies for the people of Varrahasta.

Ayla took an interest in music, particularly the flute, which she carries with her at all times. Her love for music and the arts had led her to develop her skills as a sonic mage, and she used this unique talent to connect with people on a deeper level. Her flute playing was said to be mesmerizing, capable of soothing even the most troubled of hearts.

A chance encounter with Maura Mercador opened Ayla's eyes to a different side of Varrahasta, and the two girls developed a close friendship. Ayla's experiences with Maura and their interactions with the local children from the orphanage who helped at the docks gave her a more Noblesse Oblige view of the world, which contrasts with the harsh realities of magic-based society.

Ayla's compassion for others was not only limited to those of noble birth, but also extended to the common folk. She was often seen visiting the local orphanage, distributing food and clothing to the poor, and listening to their stories with genuine interest. Her kindness and generosity had earned her the nicknames the "People's Princesa, the Lion Cub of Varrahasta" a title that she carried with pride.

Ayla has always remained determined to use her gifts to help others. She believes that her true purpose in life was to make a difference in the world and bring about positive change. And so, she continued to strive towards this goal, earning the love and admiration of the people she served.

A Demon?

Ayla tried to protect the city Ersand'Enise as it was overran by aberrations in an event known as the "Aberration Madness". As she battled against an unknown type, she was suddenly transported to an alternate dimension where the world had ended. Despite her best efforts to return home, the journey back came at a steep cost - her soul was corrupted, and she emerged as a demon.

With her newfound power, this Ayla became more dominant and aggressive, wielding flames and her hair as deadly weapons. Her former companions were shocked and frightened by her transformation. But it was during a battle with a large aberration that Ayla's demon self attempted to seize control of its empowering abilities. Instead, it backfired and drained her of strength, forcing her human and demon sides to merge into a new being - a Quasidemon.

As Ayla returned home, she struggled to reconcile the changes within herself. Her friends were wary of her new form, and some even feared the demon had not truly left her. With many questions still unanswered, Ayla set out on a new adventure to discover the truth about her transformation and what it meant for her future.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Sapphire coloured.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Mousey Brown.
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick type III. Ayla's physical appearance is influenced by her southeast Torragonese heritage, which is characterized by lighter hair hues and a paler complexion compared to the West Severan continent.
❖ [ Height: ] - 4ft 11 / 150cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 95lb / 43kg
❖ [ Physique: ] - Petite, Lithe.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Freckles.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Short.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Ayla has striking sapphire eyes that are a defining feature of her Arslan family lineage. She also has a scattering of freckles on her skin and a petite, dainty stature.
❖ [ Apparel & Accessories: ]

Ayla's clothing style is conservative, consisting of Kaftan, Flamenco, or non-revealing bedlah styles made of vibrant coloured silks. She accessorizes with a range of jewellery, including chains, bracelets, earrings, and a distinctive moon crescent adorned with a sapphire. She often wears at least one ornamental decorative piece depicting a lion. A decorative head-dress with a veil covering the mouth and nose is worn outdoors, and fabrics like silk and leather are used for ribbons, scarfs, and other body wrappings.

Demonic Ayla

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Smouldering Red Ash.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Dark Smokey Hair.
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick type III with Greyish Hue.
❖ [ Height: ] - 5ft 4 / 162.5cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 110lb / 50kg
❖ [ Physique: ] - Petite, Slim.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Burnt Freckles.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Her nails resemble that of cat claws, black and sharp.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Her eyes resemble that of a cat, with matching claws for nails. Her skin has a darkened grey hue, and her lips are black. Her body is hot to the touch.

B A C K G R O U N D

❖ [ Personal History: ]
Varrahasta, Ayla's birthplace, is a vibrant port city where the sounds of seagulls and merchants bartering create a constant chorus, accompanied by the singing of artisans practising their craft. The city's prosperity and growth are reflected in the arrival of ships from across the continents, bringing with them trade in spices, silks, and sapphires. The city is a thriving cultural melting pot, blending the best of Constantia and Severa, and is a reflection of the ascendant Torragòn Empire.

Ayla's father, Duarte Arslan, is a military High Noble of Torragonese descent who is responsible for protecting the vital trade routes along the Arapora river. He frequently travels to the garrison and is also in high demand at the court in Torra Corda. Meanwhile, Azahara Arslan, Ayla's mother, manages the household and domestic affairs while also acting on her husband's behalf to cultivate relationships with other noble families and the emerging merchant classes.

Ayla grew up with her siblings in their family household. She was born weak and had a fever at a young age, which led her to spend most of her time in Varrahasta, benefiting from the fresh sea air. As a result, she developed stronger connections with the evolving culture of Torragòn, distinct from the steppe nomadic heritage of the past.

The patronage of the arts is playing a significant role in shaping the cultural identity of Torragòn. As trade routes open up and the nation prospers, there is a growing appreciation for exotic goods and new artistic expressions. The integration of these foreign influences with traditional Torragonese styles has led to a unique and dynamic artistic scene, with a wide range of styles, mediums, and themes on display. From painting and sculpture to music and dance, the arts have become a vital means of cultural expression and exploration.

This newfound appreciation for the arts has also had a significant impact on the wider society. The availability of vibrant colours and exotic smells has led to a heightened sensory experience, with people embracing the richness and diversity of their surroundings. This has contributed to a greater sense of community and shared identity, as people come together to celebrate their cultural heritage and explore new avenues of artistic expression.

Ayla's passion for the arts was ignited when she observed street performers and musicians showcasing their techniques on the bustling streets of Varrahasta. With her mother's encouragement, Ayla's skills blossomed through formal lessons and tutoring. She developed a flamboyant style of musical expression and became proficient in playing multiple instruments, including the flute, which quickly became her favourite.

Ayla's artistic talents soon became a valuable asset to the Arslan household, where she entertained important guests, serving as a social lubricant to help her family expand their sphere of influence within the city and beyond. Recognizing the potential benefits of her artistic abilities, the Arslan family viewed Ayla's skills as valuable resources that could help secure prominent marriages for the family in the future.

While her siblings were taught a more direct application of magical theory for military purposes by their father, Ayla's magical abilities developed more organically. She incorporated magic as an extension of her creative expression in art, and this led to a style of magic focused on enriching the senses, particularly through sound. Ayla's ability to captivate an audience with her magic became known, and she used the air as a canvas for her performances. Her talents did not go unnoticed, and she was eventually enrolled in the prestigious Ersand'Enise Academy of Thaumaturgy. However, rumours suggest that Ayla is considered the most dispensable of the Arslan children when it comes to representing and advancing Torragonese interests. Despite this, Ayla continues to hone her magical abilities and uses them to entertain and delight those around her, leaving a lasting impression on all who witness her performances.

❖ [ Family Ties: ] Ayla is descended from Asier Arslan, The Lion Knight of Parrance, and Alizée Arslan, also known as The Conquistadora of Zaqhoria and Hetraxa in the Quentic church. Her father, Duque Duarte Arslan, is the reigning Guardian del Varrahasta.
❖ [ Relationships: ]
Maura Mercador - Childhood Best Friend, Business Partner, Group Member of the Spratz Sisters.
Zarina Al-Nader - Her first Ersand’Enise friend, one of the Deserted ‘Besties’.
Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft - One of the Deserted ‘Besties’, Romance Option.
Jocasta Re - One of the Deserted ‘Besties’
Dorothea Hohnstein - Friend, Group Member of the Spratz Sisters.
Yalen Castel - One of the Deserted ‘Besties’
Evander Fino Synesti - Romance Option.
Friends - Jamboi, Yuliya, Ysilla, Marceline, Oksana, Ingrid.
Acquaintance - Desmond, Manfred, Penny, Isabella, Ymiico, Sven, Silas, Casii, Ismet.
Unknown - Benny, Carmillia, Esmi, Fiske, Jomurr, Marlijn, Nazih, Niallus, Owain, Trypano, Zarra.
❖ [ Accomplishments & Achievements: ]: Ayla has achieved several accomplishments, including negotiating a successful treaty for the Tethered Refuge with Duque Huarcan Frannemas, surviving the Secrets of Zaqhoria, and being part of the winning team (Team Sycamore) in the Trials.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [ Creative ] - See also: Artistic, Lateral thinking, Outside-of-the-Box
❖ [ Indirect Confrontation ] - See also: Deployment/Preparation, Long-term Thinking, Proxy, Subtle.
❖ [ Negotiator ] - See also: Art of the Deal, Collaboration, Compromising, Inspiring, Teamwork.

Ayla has a talent for creative and unconventional problem-solving. She approaches problems by adopting different perspectives and questioning assumptions. She considers alternatives to achieve desired results, rather than solely relying on common step-by-step methods.

Ayla prefers to avoid violence and instead focuses on using other means such as compromise, subtlety, preparation, and negotiation to confront problems. She excels at turning win-lose situations into win-win outcomes and has a talent for inspiring others to increase their effectiveness. Ayla employs a long-term strategic approach, leveraging her unique skills and resources to shift the odds in her favor. She also has a knack for eliciting and empowering third-party support to act on her behalf.

M O T I V A T I O N

❖ [ Independence ]
❖ [ Adventure ]
❖ [ Legacy ]

Ayla was confined in Varrahasta like a bird in a cage. Her main objective is to achieve independence and become less reliant on others. She sees magic as a means to reach this goal, and hopes that it will allow her to create a future that is in line with her own values, rather than simply serving her family's interests. Ayla desires to experience new things and opportunities outside Varrahasta, and expand her creative horizons. One of her ambitions is to compose a song that resonates with everyone in Sipentia, showcasing her unique style and creativity. Ayla is an idealist, driven by a desire to make a positive impact in the world and contribute towards making it a better place. Her aim is to create a lasting legacy, something that will be remembered long after she's gone.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ [ Flamboyant ] - See also: Creative, Free-spirited, Passionate, Self-expressive.
❖ [ Convivial ] - ]See also: Affectionate, Benevolent, Friendly, Good-Hearted, Solicitous, Warm.
❖ [ Calculating ] - See also: Crafty, Manipulative, Orchestrating.
❖ [ Loyal ] - Also see: Generous, Imprinting.

Ayla's expressive mannerisms and unique fashion sense naturally draw attention, both positively and negatively, as she isn't bound by convention. She communicates her emotions and attitudes through various displays and gestures, and often uses non-traditional forms of communication, such as playing her instrument or excessive tactile contact. This approach may be seen as unfavourable by those rigid in their etiquette, but favourable to others who are open to non-conventional discourse.

Despite her expressive nature, Ayla is friendly to everyone she meets and sees the best in people. She is known for being sweet and tender, and rumours have circulated that cute wildlife is attracted to her natural sweetness, as the kittens of Varrahasta are often accompanying her.

Growing up as an entertainer, Ayla has observed various diplomatic tools of negotiation, bartering, and planning. She has learned how to use indirect methods and schemes to achieve desired goals, primarily seeking win-win solutions through building a negotiating rapport with her targets. However, those who wrong her may face a string of bad luck.

Ayla is fiercely loyal to those she favours, treating them generously and expressing her affections. Those she favours often find themselves blessed with good luck, stumbling into favourable situations and opportunities. Ayla is also seeking to break free from the constraints of her current situation in Varrahasta, exploring opportunities to create her own legacy and contribute positively to the world.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ [ Physically Weaker ] - See also: Exhaustion, Frailty, Petite.
❖ [ Privilege Ignorance ] - A lack of awareness or acknowledgement of one's own privileged status and its implications for others.
❖ [ Non-violent Activist ] - Someone who is willing to fight to protect others but avoids killing.

Ayla has always been physically weaker than others due to her small size and being prone to illness. Even as a child, she often found herself confined to her bed, unable to join her siblings and family on their adventures. This forced isolation allowed her to pursue her own interests and develop her talents in music and diplomacy.

Her physical limitations mean that Ayla avoids any physical confrontation as she is inherently at a disadvantage. She uses negotiation and other non-violent means to resolve conflicts, but she is willing to fight to protect others if necessary. However, she is strongly against killing and will always seek a peaceful solution if possible.

Growing up in a privileged environment, Ayla has lived a sheltered life and has never travelled far from Varrahasta. As a result, she is ignorant of the struggles faced by those who are not as privileged as she is. She is working to become more aware of her privilege and to use her skills and influence to help others who are less fortunate.

Ayla's non-violent activism is based on her belief in the value of all life, regardless of physical strength or social status. She sees violence as a last resort and works tirelessly to find peaceful solutions to conflicts. While some may see her avoidance of physical confrontation as cowardly, she believes that there is strength in restraint and that it takes more courage to find a peaceful solution than to resort to violence.

T H E G I F T

The Arslan family are renowned for their Arcane magic, with historical figures being associated with acts of great Arson and sow devastation on the battlefield. It is written in the family annals, that Asier Arslan (family progenitor) caused a great wildfire that burnt down the Eskandr fleet of the Great Heathen Army at Relouse. The most infamous is Alizée Arslan, well renowned for her literal ‘scorched earth’ policy during the expulsion of the Tourrare from Perrence, and the latter act of the great fire of Redwater (Varrahasta) which turned the city into ash. Alizée holds the highly controversial position as the Grand Demon of Cruelty: Hetraxa within the Perrence church.

Due to her petite and frailty in younger life, Ayla was not subject to the usual training of her siblings and has been left mostly to her own education. This has led to her innate magic potential manifesting as extensions of herself, a more free-flowing and fluid art form outside the regime of orthodox teaching and mentoring. Techniques learnt have focused on heightening creative performance rather than direct application.

Arslan family typically had a lower RAS measurement compared to other major noble families, especially with the decision to start selectively breeding the Fireblood trait into the family line. This decision is viewed as necessary to further enhance their relationship with Arcane magic, but created ideological differences with their former allies, House Frannemas.

Magic

❖ [ Arcane: Thermal Pyromancy ] – [ III. Adept ] - Ayla uses arcane like a cantrip for lights, effects, and illusions to enhance her performance. Previously, Ayla has received some of her family's training as a pyromancer, but objections to the use of magic being used in this way for personal reasons.
❖ [ Binding: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Chemical: External: Explosive ] – [ III. Adept ] - Ayla does have knowledge of how to apply chemical magic to pyromancy.
❖ [ Kinetic: Sonic Manipulation ] – [ IV. Journeyman ] - Ayla is proficient in kinetic magic, initially to compensate for physical weakness, but embraced this through sonic (sound) magic. Ayla is creating her own brand of sonic magic with purposes intended for offence, defence, and utility. By constructing sound into Sonic-Sphere and Sonic-Sheet, these can be used as a weapon Sonic-Shot, used for defence with Sonic-Shield, or used for Utility with Sonic-Steps.
❖ [ Magnetic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Atomic Magic: ] – [ I. Novice ]
❖ [ Blood Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Temporal Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Dark Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Command: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Primordial: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

Blood

❖ [ Blueblood ]

9%, often found in high noble lineages, 1/11 people – Bluebloods simply tend to be more powerful than other types of mages, with RAS capacities rarely below 7.5. They can draw and expel (cast) prodigious volumes of energy. However, they often struggle somewhat with containment and efficiency, though these obstacles are not insurmountable with the right training and dedication.

❖ [ Fireblood ]

Mainly in lineages from West Severa, 20/1000 magic users – Firebloods are masters of offensive magic, particularly from the arcane, chemical, and blood schools. Their resistance to magnetic spells covers Chemical’s traditional weakness. They are resistant to hot temperatures and being burned, not having to worry about wasting energy on preservation, but their power levels are often modest, very rarely exceeding 7.25.

❖ [ Demonblood ]

When a being from our dimension is sent into a parallel dimension and then pulled back into ours, a different type of demonification process occurs than we see with beings who are simply ripped from their own dimension. These demons are often considerably more sane and properly humanoid, though they may still be violent and powerful beings. The Oni of Nikan are a good example of this.
The precise effects of a demonification vary depending on situational factors such as skill of the summoner, time spent in the parallel dimension, mood, magic abilities, and even weather, time of day, and location. The ten factors vary in each case. However, they are always present to at least some degree. Due to Ayla becoming partially purified through contact with a large black aberration, she has become a Quasi-Demon with the following effects.
1) Prehensile Hair
2) Different reactions to aberrations than normal beings.
3) Demonic Interpretation: Able to understand Demonic Speech without typical restriction.
4) Can only be identified by advanced Dark magic practitioners.

❖ [ Shadowspeaker ]

The individual can call forth sound from the VOID, and can also send sounds into the VOID.
Shadowspeaker Abilities
These are listed in order of difficulty to use. With practice, they can gain in power and precision.
1) Pure VOID Sound: basically just any ordinary day-to-day life sound from another dimension.
2) Corrupted VOID Sound: discordant and terror-inducing sounds as pulled through a VOID portal.
3) Corrupting VOID Noise: no longer consciously audible, but retain their ability to influence feelings, emotions, and perceptions.
4) Purifying VOID Noise: no longer consciously audible, but may influence demons to make them more biddable.

❖ [ Fruit of Ahn-Ipte ]

Ayla consumed the pink apple from the Orchard of the Gods and gained the blessing of Ahn-Ipte, the Goddess of Beauty. Those of the first grove grew bright and beautiful. Their branches were laden with delectable passionfruit and pink apples.
- Pink Apples: Any action considered beautiful will receive advantage.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ [ Flauta ]

This is a flute native to the melting pot of Torragonese culture. Used to play lively tempos and beats.

❖ [ Satchel Saddle Bag ]

Satchel Saddle bags are inspired by horse's saddle bags and are rounded satchels with a round flap and a long strap. A fashion which is a homage to Torragonese roots in horse husbandry.
Along with the usual everyday mysteries of everything and anything contained within a woman’s handbag, the bag usually contains a variety of inks, brushes, and paper, used to paint scenes when travelling around like how one may keep a notebook. Ink may also be used for magic casting during a performance. May contain a variety of musical related equipment such as spare strings, small instruments, tuning forks, etc.

❖ [ Jewellery ]

A range of jewellery from chains which adorn the wrist, waist, neck and head, to rings, bracelets and earrings. A distinctive piece is a moon crescent adorned with a sapphire which takes pride and place in her collection. She also has ornamental decorative pieces depicting a lion. Outside of metals, fabrics are also used as ribbons, scarfs, and other wrappings for the body, typically silk or similar, though there are leather pieces as well.

❖ [ Art Workshop ]

Supplies are usually kept in her residence or dormitory. It contains a wide collection of paints, inks, solvents, perfumes, which could rival an alchemist’s collection in terms of volume. All manner of musical instruments clutter what available space there is.

Inventory

Currency:
Ỽ0 ⌘2 ✤24
(Ỽ600 Shares in Trade Company)

Named Items:
Flute of the Winds
A beautiful porcelain musical instrument, stunningly complex and yet oddly simple, that plays a peaceful but haunting tune every sunrise and sunset when left in the wind. The craftsmanship is excellent.

Dragonbone Pan-pipes
High quality Eskandish pan pipes made from blackened dragon bones, inlaid with gold. A gift from her friend, Ingrid Penderson.

Small Lockbox of Spratz
A gift from her friend, Dorathea Hohnstein.

Nixie Five's Bull BBQ Sauce
Warm, sweet, and spicy.

Primordial Egg Powers
Upon being consumed, each primordial egg will allow its consumer a one-time opportunity to take on the powers of what its parent Yolk Demon defeated.

Magical Items:

Name: Lioness' Mane
Item Description: A large and intricate hair accessory made of silver, jewels, and Royal Sand Wyrm teeth. being used to hide what is a dangerous weapon as through the use kinetic magic or prehensile hair the user will be able to take control of the Wyrm teeth to attack.
Special Traits: The jewelry is made to easily detach and reattach to the Wyrm teeth.
The Wyrm teeth being filled with Juggernaut manas increases their piercing power through increased kinetic output. The whole piece is enchanted to be able to endure combat without being bent, warped, or broken.

Additive Effect: 10 manas
Mana Type: Juggernaut
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Platinum
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum
Final grade: Platinum

Name: Lioness' Claws
Item Description: An exquisite pair of silver claw rings that are not only stylish, but deadly. Being made from Royal Sand Wyrm teeth and enchanted to be able to be sharp and strong while also being such a wiry frame, they are able to rend and pierce through most soft and hard materials with ease.
Special Traits: These claw rings use Leadvein manas to enhance their strength and power of attacks.

Additive Effect: 6 manas
Mana Type: Leadvein
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Platinum
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum
Final grade: Platinum

Name: Lioness' High Heels
Item Description: A exquisite pair of sabatons made from Froabas scales, Royal Sand Wyrm Teeth, and Puff lion pelts to act as trimmings. They are both a stylish form of armored shoe coverings while also being enchanted to absorb kinetic energy the user would feel from their feet and reflect it back in the direction it was received.
Special Traits: Kinetic Absorption and Reflection- The sabatons are enchanted to absorb external kinetic energy the user would feel from the sabatons and will reflect it back in the direction the user received it from. Allowing the user to increase many things, such as their kick power, jump height, running speed, and can even be used for defense to try to negate the energy of a strike.

Additive Effect: 6 manas
Mana Type: Leadvein
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Platinum
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum
Final grade: Platinum

Golden Lion Spellblade of Aur'iguul'adzong
Sonic Sword. +9% RAS
Longevity: Platinum 1
Efficiency: Gold
Density: Platinum 3
Capacity: Platinum 1
Attunability: Platinum 1
Overall: Platinum 1

Astral Cloak of the Venerated Storyteller
Displays your thoughts or words in moving visuals. 4 manas
Longevity: Platinum 1
Efficiency: Platinum 1
Density: Platinum 2
Capacity: Platinum 2
Attunability: Platinum 3
Overall: Platinum 2

Runic Crown of the Grandmaster Sorcerer
An ancient black wizard hat of magnificent design. There are metal bands stitched into it with glowing runic symbols. Casting power increase of 5%.

Materials:
Wyrm Scales x64
Froabas scales x80 (reserved for Lion's Armour)
Wyrm teeth x16 (used up)
5 square feet of Pearlcloth from Belzagg
Lustrous Puff-lion pelts x3 (partially used, reserved for Lion's Armour)
Tyrannus Horrifer Scale that is about 1 foot long and 1 foot wide. (reserved for Lion's Armour)

Animals / Companions:
Gina - White Shepland Pony
Al-Nader family training horse. Gift from Zarina. Name means Queen.

Asier - Puff Lion
A Puff Lion cub in a kennel, abandoned by its mother. Pale pinkish-red and very fluffy. Named after the founder of the Arslan dynasty.

Almendra - Albino Female Froabase
Runt of the litter Name means Almond.

Arman - Male Alpha Froabase
Has an aggressive red-striped pattern. His name means "ever lasting fire".

O T H E R

Languages

L A N G U A G E S

Raised in Varrahasta, the bustling port metropolis of Torragòn. Would have experienced a mishmash smattering of various greetings and conversations due to living in one of the busiest port cities of Sipentia.

❖ [ Torragonese ] – Native language, fluent & literate.
❖ [ Avincian ] – Lingua franca, fluent & literate.
❖ [ Major Languages ] – Basic Conversational. Zaphory, Revidian, Perrench, Virangish.
❖ [ Minor Languages ] – Broken. May be aware of a greeting or a phrase.

Classes

Chosen Electives

First Year - First Semester
AR103: Instrumental and Vocal Musics, Songwriting, & Ensemble
SK103: Farming, Gardening, Animal Husbandry & Animal Familiars
SK106: Business, Negitiation & Money Management
AC106: Fundaments of Statecraft and Leadership in Magical Practice

First Year - Secomd Semester
AR106: Taste, Ingredients, and the Preparation of Fine Cuisine
SK101: Etiquette, Decorum & Forms of Address in Polite Society
AC105: Fundaments of Astrology & Divination in Magical Practice
LN110: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Enthish

Second Year - First Semester
MF202A-D: Arcane Magic
MF201E-H: Magnetic Magic

SK201A: The Art of Persuasion by All and Any Means
AC201B: Philosophy in the Ancient World - Zaqhoria to Avince
AR203A: Instrumental Music and Ensemble
AC204C: Avincian History
AC205A: Augury & Divination
AR205C-D: Taste, Texture & Ingredients Science

SI02: Dangerous Philosophy
SI09: Courting & Romance

Second Year - Second Semester
MF202I-L: Chemical Magic
MF201M-P: Magnetic Magic
MF209B: Dark Magic

AC207A: Philosophy in the Modern Era
LN207C: Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Virangish
SK209A-B: Taming, Riding, and Caring for Animals
AR209C-D: Vocal Music and Songwriting
LN212A: Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Zaqhory
LN211C-D: Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Nashibansek

SI01: Darhannic Practice

Societies

Guild: Magicians’ Guild.
Clubs: Draconic Order, Egalite Fraternite, Fauna Society, Fingersteeplers, Pumpernickel Clubbe, Bards' Society, Firebreathers, Torragonese League.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ An example of how magic can be used in her performances. (Fire Emblem Fates)
❖ Demonstration of an overcharged Sonic-Shot (Dune, 1984)
❖ How a Flauta (Flute) sounds like played.
❖ Hex Codes - Old: colour=7ea7d8 New: colour=009fff

Other

Hex Codes

Ayla Arslan colour=009fff
Ashon'amar'loiyang (Jamboi) colour=FF3131 colour=40E0D0
Maura Mercador colour=C0C0C0
Oksana Levlytsar colour=dcf3ff
Taleja Drakenknecht colour=006633

[Pirouette]

Casii’fyret’alan

”Remember your roots but grow into what you want to be.”

16 | Female | Yasoi | Respected | 8.21

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Anxious
❖ Nurturing
❖ Uncouth
❖ Abrasive
❖ Loner

Her growth was stunted by the common harassment and tantrums of her kin, leading her to always be cautious and drive her to be closed off. Her family wasn’t cruel but it discouraged vulnerability, leaving Casii to either embrace it or struggle. Yet her family wasn’t all bad. Her great grandmother, Yas, had taught her the virtues of being kind fostering a rare form of gentleness. Nurturing the sick, the injured, or the depressed is a pull that Casii feels wanting to try and be benevolent to others if they are in worse or dire situations.

Outwardly, she behaves like she just doesn’t give a damn, even enacting her lack of keeping up performances. Without thinking, she’ll disregard established manners to be more comfortable. If engaged or challenged by someone that she feels threatened by, she’ll quickly turn to rage believing that the best way to settle disputes.

People just naturally make her uncomfortable in conclusion. She prefers to dance to her own tune and will do her best to avoid others.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Typical Yasoi build, Casii has a lithe frame, towering at six feet and four inches. Her hair is a bleached white usually styled over to one side of her head. Her skin is a little warmer and less gray that your typical Yasoi although to the Yasoi her most notable feature is her very human-like nose. Her Tetsoi so far are in a light blue color with the most prominent pattern displayed on her forehead. She has two body Tetsoi, a set of asymmetric patterned rings around her right and left wrists that will mirror each other.

Clothing-wise, she doesn't have much, often wearing the same clothing as the previous day. Ragged clothes with cuts and holes with basic coloring, she'd look rather ordinary had it not been for the extensive dyeing done to make some of her clothes more colorful. She'll pick up bits and pieces of clothing and might add it to her outfit if she likes it, only to discard them the next day due to a change of tastes.

Inspiration for her clothing

L A N G U A G E S

Yasoi (Native)
Avincian (Conversational)
Perrench (Regionally accented and barely conversational)

T H E G I F T

❖ Chemical:
Being a family of horticulturalists, there was a focus on chemical magic passed down from generation to generation. Chemical magic was at the center of this and despite the clan’s fall from grace, they still prioritize the instruction of Chemical magics for all manner of purposes. Aside from the usual biochemical applications, Casii has spent significant time studying the illusionary effects that Chemical magic has. She has a particular fondness of manipulating what others experience, whether for their benefit or to their horror.

❖ Binding:
While Chemical magic is placed at the forefront of the clan, Binding magic would be quick to follow. A versatile type of magic that allowed the healing of disease or the removal of infestations. Traditionally, the family did not bother with the distinction of Blood magic, only turning that power against the pests in their fields, but many in the clan learned it as well as any other magic. Casii has made this her second preference of magic for the practical purposes of being able to heal. However, she does turn this magic against the very plants and creatures if the need arises.

❖ Kinetic:
Casii chose this effect of magic to model after her great grandmother, seeing the benefits of being able to manipulate forces. She knows how useful it can be to give but it really is tertiary to supporting her Greengrowth abilities.

B A C K G R O U N D

They say somewhere on the Alan clan’s tree is a Perrench human ancestor and that is how the Greengrowth bloodline was introduced to the line. It, Casii has decided, is more of a colorful story that changes every time her great grandmother brings it up. A line to try and remind the children that the Yasoi and Huusoi are entwined together in a unique kinship. The story goes like this with variations included:

Your ancestor, Teclis’covish’lethan’alan, had been journeying in Perrence just after the Eskandr invasion. He was a reckless fool and found himself in trouble at the hands of a great beast / a frothing Eskandr / his own clumsiness. He would have been killed and you and I would never be here if that were the case. Thankfully he was saved by a witch / noble lady / landing on top of the poor woman thus cushioning his fall. The woman that happened to save him was a Greengrowth and after showing great compassion to the beast by healing it / healing Teclis / healing herself. Your ancestor made a strong enough impression and felt like he owed it to his savor. He spent time and eventually fell in love…

The story goes on sometimes but usually before then Casii is tuning it out. Yasoi can be Greengrowths so why complicate their history with such fiction? In fact, the origin myth of their bloodline isn’t quite as important as the development to her. Those are the stories she truly likes to hear. The ones that paint the picture of just how strong and clever they could be:

Oh yes, for a few centuries the Alan clan depended upon the Greengrowths of our line. We could grow anything and so all of our kin set out to the furthest reaches of the land to find the most exotic plants they could. They were our treasures usually and while we didn’t exchange the seeds of what we found at the Mette’stiroi, we would grow what we found and offer that instead. Many of our ancestors received their fourth name after the plant they brought back if it was fascinating or delicious enough. Segoii, Hiilay, and oh my, many others. That reminds me…

That was a different time. Even her great grandmother had managed to experience some of that real Yasoi culture. Casii loved to hear the stories because it swept her away from the sorry excuse her family has become. The vibrant and diverse gardens they had were withered husks of former glory. Unremarkable compared to the grandeur of the past:

The gardens in my childhood? Oh they were quite the sight! They used to grow whatever they could in branches, carving out planter boxes where the branches were wide enough, or making their own if a fork proved sturdy enough. I would always climb the tallest tree I could to look down at fields of colors growing in and around the leaves of the trees. It was like a field of flowers but with many colors and patterns from the different trees and bushes growing beyond our forest’s trees.. Fruit was in such an abundance that they covered the ground and the animals would come and gorge themselves. Vines grew and wrapped the trunks and our buildings and whatever cracks could support them, the smaller plants like flowers and shrubs would sprout.

The culture of preserving the life they created faded as the Yasoi as a whole grew closed off. Less of her family ventured out to collect new plants to replace those that had died off. They were controlled not to spread to rightly not invade Yasoi lands as a whole. Unfortunately, that led to the gardens dying out and the beauty that her great grandmother told of, Casii would never see. It was like how her own clan was fading from this world. Dying off from stagnation. Maybe it was the frustration of losing their work that made them bitter. Made them turn to other things to escape the sad reality of what was happening.

Ah, the aberrations. You know about those. They were only the beginning. Where one garden pest began, an infestation would grow. Smokeleaf and the fruits for wines are easy to get from our human neighbors and so they offered people like your father and mother a way to manage with everything going on. I fear the Yasoi look to anything now to keep their minds off the sickness. We are hardly going anywhere nowadays. That isn’t right. We aren’t meant to just sit here. Our lives belong out there.

Casii early on had struggled with the sickness. Many of her peers had. With so few of her people leaving to explore other lands, they felt like they were always bumping elbows, being nosy, and just being a nuisance. It flared up a lot of already existing tensions about their lot in life. Growing up, it always felt like you were getting snapped at for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It lead to a lot of children trying to pushback because it felt like they were always under adult surveillance. The event that got Casii her third name had always been an amusing one:

Fyret. You know normally that would net you a lot of trouble. Your whole treetop a blaze because you didn’t quite like how your father was scolding you. It took the whole of us to put out the blaze. Oh my, I can remember being out there. Your father’s smokeleaf burning and all of us getting high off of the fumes. It was a struggle to even stay up there but somehow we managed to put out the fires. Easy to grow back but I don’t think I ever felt sicker in my life thanks to you little Leaf Burner.

She got off easy with her third name. Everyone remembers the event humorously but it felt like her whole childhood was filled with little aggressions against their lot in life. Her peers were the same, lashing out. Casii was quick to pick up on sucking on Jamb’ysp as it made the rounds among the children. Their parents did it, so why not them? It was their elders that actively tried to fight the slowly seeping corruption. Her great grandmother did a good job. Her final advice the last time she saw her before she passed was enough to convince her. She had to leave and learn what it was to be a true Yasoi.

Go out there and see for yourself. We belong out there sweet child.

M O T I V A T I O N

❖ Try to live like a true and proud Yasoi
❖ Discover the world outside of Mycormi and Yasoi lands
❖ Find out what she treasures enough to bring to Mette'stiroi
❖ Recapture the heritage and glory of her clan

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ Bag of Seeds
While not treasures, she does value any plants that take her interest on her travels. Should she find an interesting subject of flora, she will take a few seeds and keep them with her. Paired with her Greengrowth bloodline, she can grow any of these seeds to full maturity in mere minutes. Seeds collected: Jamb'ysp, Gran Naranja, Oasis Lily

❖ Jamb’ysp
Or Monkey Nut in Avincian, is the production of certain type of mangrove tree found in the southern area of Mycormi. The seed, the nut, grows under the elevated trunk of the tree, protected by the tangling roots that elevate the tree from the water. When a storm comes in to raise the water, the seeds are pulled away with the water and allowed to float to new marshy lands to grow. They have a hard shell, difficult to break, but inside is a bitter tar that acts as a stimulant. Casii is horribly addicted to these, cutting the nuts in half and sucking the tar as a mild psychedelic to get through the day is a need for her at this point.

❖ Oasis Lily
Found only in the oasis pools in the Torragon desert, these flowers are a very precious delicacy of the Torragonese nomands. The lily pad and the flower, colored in shades of orange in a very attractive pattern, goes well in any salad!

❖ Riigyl’laht
Deer sigil. A wooden carving of a buck’s skull that is no larger than the size of palm of Casii’s hand. Delicately carved along the median of the frontal plate is her great grandmother’s name in Yasoi, Yas’riigyl’tiix’alan. Out of everything, she prizes the memento of her great grandmother the most, threading a line through the eye sockets and wearing the carving as a necklace.

Jacket of the Desert Wyrm

Name: Desert Wyrm's Leather Jacket

Item Description: A leather jacket with wyrm scales woven into it. Absorbs 15% of kinetic energy directed towards it. Resistant to cutting and piercing attacks.

Special: Not Applicable

Additive Effect: 4%
Mana Type: Standard
Longevity: Silver
Efficiency: Bronze
Density: Gold
Capacity: Gold
Attunement: Gold

Final grade: Gold

Cost of materials: Provided
Cost of manas: Ỽ5
Cost of labor: Ỽ 1
Total item cost: Ỽ6
Contract fee: Ỽ2

Ỽ8 spent

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Botany and Horticulture
There is something about plants that just makes sense. Maybe knowledge of plants was passed down from her ancestors as well or maybe she just had good experience with the many kinds still cultivated in her clan. Regardless, she is already at the point of being able to identify many plants and those that she hasn’t seen before, she’d probably be able to work out what they are. If they are interesting enough, she might even keep a seed for study.

❖ Scrapper
She was quite a delinquent growing up and that cost her all sorts of trouble. If it was with her peers, she’d often fight with them. You had to be tough if you wanted to not be pushed around and Casii might not have been the strongest but she was the feistiest, never willing to back down. Over time she developed a good sense in a fight to carry her through.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Addiction
Whether it to be to Jamb’ysp, wine, or anything else that consumes a person in alcoholism, Casii remains extremely vulnerable to falling for these vices. Just about anything will require significant attention to break the habit for a time but she’s young and reckless so why not indulge? Jamb’ysp is something else. She needs this substance otherwise she’ll suffer major withdrawal.

❖ Dislikes Humans
There are many names the younger Yasoi are calling humans and not many of them are all too positive. She isn’t quite like her friends back home, willing to venture into human lands, and understands that humans are a part of this world. However, the negatives of humanity are often the first things she points out, overlooking the good. She’ll distance herself both physically and emotionally from humans believing it for the best.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ Don’t call her tiilyt or talk about her nose.
❖ Fear the Deer

Ysilla Al-Nader

Ysilla Al-Nader

"Heed not my peculiarities; feel secure in gaining from me what advantage you can for I am sure to do the same."

16 | Female | Virangish | Merchant | 7.62

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [ Proud ]
❖ [ Inconsiderate ]
❖ [ Adventurous ]
❖ [ Hedonistic ]
❖ [ Cunning ]

If you were expecting Ysilla to be like her sister, the similarities stop shortly after the pride and ambition that has become a trademark of any Al-Nader woman anymore. Where her sister will wear her emotion like a sleeve, Ysilla will disguise most emotion believing any display betrays your intent. It is better for them to keep guessing, after all, and you will rarely see a display outside of an amused smile.

In truth, Ysilla harbors little patience for others if they do offer something for her to engage with. Those that are joyous, childlike, or maybe just brimming with energy are welcomed with amusement and pandering. Unfortunately for those of you that are serious, sarcastic, or just negative all the time, she will have little more than slighted words at your expense. Despite making her emotion a secret, she is ironically not one to hide what she thinks of a person.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Despite being twins with her sister, people can be quick to notice the difference between them. Ysilla maintains an almost porcelain complexion, her beauty mark located inferior from her lips and on her left cheek, brown hair that almost passes for black trailing down to her midriff but almost always kept up in a bun and unnatural red pupils. Being an Al-Nader, beauty is matched with height. Ysilla is 185cm tall with a very lithe figure, matching her sister.

Ysilla prefers the comfort of fine silks that will show off her natural form but often drap herself in an overcoat, again most likely silk, to hide some of her features. She’ll wear jewelry, of course, with dangling ruby earrings, gem set brooches, rings, bangles, and bracelets depending on her preference for the day. Her most trademark piece of attire, however, is her large witches hat, keeping her face shaded at almost all times.

L A N G U A G E S

Languages have been a bit more than a hobby to Ysilla. She can comfortably speak her native and regional tongues but started to learn a few distant languages for her own fun. She tries to mimic the accent of those that she speaks with.

❖ Avincian - Perfectly Fluent, with scarce usage of Virangish expressions or any obvious accent.
❖ Virangish - Native language.
❖ Torragonese - Second native tongue.
❖ Inipori - Semi-Fluent
❖ Yasoi: Intermediate
❖ Rettanese - Intermediate
❖ Belzaggic - Basic conversational.
❖ Perrench - Basic conversational.

T H E G I F T

The Gift in Ysilla has been quite strong matching that of her sisters. Although she, too, did not receive the ‘Devourer’ in her mother. When given the choice of expression, she chose her own path in studies in an attempt to create her own life set away from the family for now.

Magnetic: Was the very start of Ysilla’s discovery on how to make her vessels move on their own. By delicately shifting the polarity of their segmented joints, her figurines could move a string free movement. The other facets of this study have been of little interest but will still learn them to master this school.

Binding: The Al-Nader line has a historical preference here and Ysilla practices Binding for a reason. While Ysilla detests the volatile bloodmagic which her ancestors practiced, she nevertheless, is tempted to experiment with the idea to bring life into her creations one day.

Chemical: A recent fascination that has been showing promise for potential solutions to the problems she is facing in her craft. Emotion can be influenced by chemicals, after all, and the hope is that by tampering with this school she could make her creations feel more alive. Further study in this field is required.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{References: The Blasphemous First and the Graceless Al-Nader found in Zarina Al-Nader’s profile}

Ysilla Al-Nader is how you should properly address me.

I was the second of three to come from my mother, Saoussen. The gift of life, especially to come in a set of three, was a miraculous feat looking back. Three lives created in an instant upon conception and to all be gifted with a magical line. I still believe it did not matter that we were not as potent as mother because she spread that prowess among all three of her children. Although I would probably lose that argument with my sister.

Speaking of, my sister Zarina, fell in line from the beginning with what the family wanted. I saw the family thrust her into the traditions and I knew I wanted to be my own person, to form my own identity. Thus I had often set off on my own as a child in the streets, begging my mother to give me an allowance. I don’t remember how it caught my attention but a man had built a small stage in one of the markets. In his performance he never made an appearance but hid behind the curtain and put on play with string and paper puppets. I could not remember his name but I remember seeing how alive he made his creations move. The bird had such thin strings that you couldn’t see them as she mimicked flight. The human character had a shifting face, expressing as the man projected his voice. I gave him my whole allowance and came back to watch the performance again the next day.

Puppetry, I decided, was the artform that actually was the action of giving life into one’s work. Others could only mimic what I saw. I started making my own paper figures, bought my own puppets to play with. Few in my family could understand since what I wanted was not something such as dancing or singing but I believed it was the same, if not more than just art.

As beautiful as it was that my sisters and I came into this world, fate was conspiring to destroy that beauty. Sabbah’s health was fading and not one person could come up with the same explanation as to why. My older sister, in her daft impatience, wanted to throw life away in a hasty conjuring of old magic that she knew little of. I did not have a better solution to save her, knowing not medicine or healing magic to cure my sister. However, I did know how to preserve her memory.

While the family spent time and money on trying to preserve her life, I spent time preserving her memory. I carved a life sized puppet of her, spending time to get every detail right in my sister’s likeness. When I wasn’t working on that, I practiced how she would talk and act, dedicating myself to her image. I couldn’t sing like her but maybe in time I could. Sabbah would pass away, just like I thought she would. I unveiled my puppet of my sister soon after but none tolerated my act.

It wasn’t good enough.

I knew from then I had to learn how to actually recreate life. It would not do to simply just put on an act of life but it had to actually be a life. Magic had never really been a passion of mine until then. I was going to Ersand’Enise and I would walk the path few dared tread. The beauty of life would be mine to bestow and then everyone, including my narrow minded sister, would understand.

M O T I V A T I O N

❖ Master her craft to be able to create indistinguishable golems from actual life.
❖ Explore and learn from distant lands and cultures to know just what others are like and what they enjoy.
❖ Enjoy the journey she is on.
❖ Make her sister open to enjoying life rather than wasting it.
❖ Restlessly pursues her magnum opus of creation.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ Hoopoe - The Wooden Flight: Ysilla’s first perfect vessel. Her process to settle giving a creation life is lengthy, requiring her many iterations of the form she has in mind before settling on one. Hoopoe is formed of wood in the shape of a corvidae bird, no more than 20 centimeters tall. It might be painted black, purple, or sometimes white depending on what mood Ysilla takes at the time. It simulates flight and caws like any other bird.

❖ Khamsei - The Porcelain Laugh: The second perfected vessel. Khamsei is a 35 centimeter tall porcelain doll with segmented joints. It is typically clothed in a costume resembling a jester’s outfit, hand-sewn by Ysilla in color pairs that range from black and gold, white and red, blue and yellow being the most typical of pairings. There is no face and instead, a carefully crafted mask is attached simulating a face. Khamsei is known to laugh.

❖ Quite a bit of jewelry, perfumes and fine clothing.

❖ Her hat and cloak

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Artistic: Ysilla has dedicated herself to the crafting of lifelike puppets, promoting skills like woodcarving, painting, and sculpting.

❖ Acting: A lifelike puppet can only be as real as the actions it performs. Ysilla has spent considerable time learning how to act and perform with a puppet at her fingertips. She claims she can play any part.

❖ Brilliant: Her mind is capable of working fast. She has always been a quick study and quick to understand concepts.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Socially Inept: She spends a bit too much time with her craft and puppets and not enough with people. While she knows how to put on an act, she really doesn’t understand people and even social cues.

❖ Suspicious: Being a social pariah, she can’t help but listen in to the whispers behind her back. Are they talking about her?
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M I S C E L L A N E O U S

[Wolfieh]

Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft

Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft

You cannot control what you do not know.

17 | Male | Helbahnese | Noble | 7.73

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [ Calm ]
❖ [ Confident ]
❖ [ Curious ]
❖ [ Dedicated ]
❖ [ Distant ]

Kaspar’s life has been marked by his tutelage. He is calm by necessity, having spent most of his youth practicing the ability to suppress his emotions, and he works very hard not to let them bubble up too much unless he’s completely alone. As such, he can often seem uninvested or uncaring. He feels his confidence in his own abilities is essential to his training and tackles everything with the belief that he is fully capable—but this can come across as cocky when he’s too vocal about it.

His curiosity and his dedication go hand-in-hand. Kaspar’s interest in gaining knowledge has driven him to many of his studies, and is the primary factor in his studies of Binding Magic, as he looks to hone his natural aptitudes. This curiosity can be concerning, however, when it drives him to study skills that others would avoid.

When it comes to social interaction, though, Kaspar is at somewhat of a loss. He’s spent much of his time away from public life, only interacting with his tutors and his adoptive parents. While he understands the general expectations of his manners as a Marquis’s son, he lacks any nuance in social interaction; combined with his typical lack of emotional behavior, he comes off as distant, anti-social, and even snobbish to some. Those who have spent time with him may instead see the boy as something akin to awkward and inexperienced—perhaps even endearingly so.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Kaspar’s appearance is, in many ways, misleading about his nature. He is a Bloodchild, but the mana type has been passed two generations from its origin; as a result, the only overt physical features that might distinguish it are his eyes, which hold an unusual red. His skin, though somewhat pale, is not light enough to be considered “albino”, and his hair is a standard dark brown that falls messily around his ears and eyes.

His features are not as strong as his Marquis father’s but are still enough to suggest his supposed noble heritage, despite his more common origin. His cheekbones are the strongest, set high and pronounced. His nose and jaw are softer, and his chin is more round than square. His expression is often schooled into something neutral and can seem harsh in particular circumstances. His height is relatively average, around 5’8” or 172 cm, with the likelihood of growing another inch or two, and his build is lean but not particularly well-muscled.

Kaspar tends towards fine clothes, often in red tones that draw attention to his eyes and dark colors to balance them out. He likes long coats and knee-high boots of leathers and furs. He likes jewelry but prefers to wear plain metal pieces, usually of gold.

L A N G U A G E S

Kaspar speaks Kerreman as his native tongue, but picked up Eskandish quickly enough to speak fluently. As a noble, he speaks Avincian semi-fluently and is decent at Perrench. He’s more recently begun learning Revidian and knows enough to scrape by, but is better at writing and reading than he is at speaking.

T H E G I F T

Kaspar’s first stirrings of The Gift began with an aptitude for drawing—from material sources, as is the way of Binding Magic. When it first developed, his control was lacking and often dangerous, necessitating interventions on his behalf. He’s a blackblood, and though it can be guessed at, it’s never been confirmed: Kaspar is a Bloodchild, the secondary mana type passed along from his maternal grandmother, who was revived at birth by her mother’s midwife.

At the age of sixteen, he absorbed a white aberration and gained the mana type Lightbringer. He knows little about this mana type; only Jocasta Re knows for sure he has it, though it was used to help Ingrid Penderson shortly after he obtained it.

His life as a noble afforded Kaspar with a selection of tutors to tame his natural abilities, and growing up one was never too far away. They worked through hours-long lessons nearly every day, trying to train him to draw from energies, but his skill there has never been as strong as his ability to draw from materials. Understanding that the options present were to limit his capabilities and use of The Gift or mold him into an individual worthy of learning Binding Magic, his tutors, with the approval of his family, selected the latter.

As such, much of Kaspar’s tutelage has centered on building precise control in his drawing. Casting fell secondary, and though he was taught low-level skills, his aptitude is not as natural. He’s also been taught and tested to develop the moral fortitude required, with heavy teachings on human anatomy and the applications of healing. He’s always been carefully watched, and often kept distant from all but his tutors. Though most of his teachings related to Binding Magic, the Elstrøm family historically specializes in Chemical. As such, he received some lessons in that when time permitted, often taught by his parents.

Kaspar, however, remembers his aptitudes—and the fostering of his intellect has made him a dedicated student, with a strong belief that you cannot tame something without first understanding its wild nature. Though his moral fortitude prevents him from any desire to test these abilities on living creatures, he’s determined to understand the nature of Blood Magic as an extension of Binding Magic. He’s not a fool, though, and knows the moral and legal boundary he treads; he’s kept this realm of study to himself, allowing his tutors to believe they know the extent of it by seeking their approval on some of the fairly tame, theoretical studies that can be found on books.

With strengths in drawing control and theoretical knowledge but a lack of skill in casting, Kaspar’s primary specialization is in Binding Magic, and he was pushed to choose Chemical Magic as his secondary specialty—however, he’s pursuing his interest in Blood Magic as a self-directed… extra-curricular activity.

Getting Technical

R A S

❖ 7.73
❖ [ Gained .13 in Through the Portal: Deserted Arc ]
❖ [ Lost .03 in Trials and Tribulations: Chapter One ]
❖ [ Gained .26 in Secrets ]

M A N A T Y P E S

❖ Primary: Blackblood
❖ Secondary: Bloodchild
❖ Other: Lightbringer, Demoncaller
❖ [ Gained Lightbringer in Trials and Tribulations: Chapter One ]
❖ [ Gained Demoncaller in Secrets ]

B I N D I N G

❖ Level Four: Journeyman
❖ [ Gained one level between Secrets of the Forked Tower and Nox Arcanum ]

C H E M I C A L

❖ Level Three: Adept
❖ [ Gained one level in Through the Portal: Deserted Arc ]
❖ [ Gained one level between Secrets of the Forked Tower and Nox Arcanum ]

B L O O D

❖ Level One: Novice

D A R K

❖ Level Three: Adept
❖ [ Gained one level in Secrets ]
❖ [ Gained two levels in Secrets of the Forked Tower ]

B A C K G R O U N D

Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft was born the only child of Helbahnese Marquis Arvid Elstrøm von Wentoft and his wife, Katka. Almost from birth, his constitution was weak and he was frequently victim to illness. He was not much of a public figure, often too sick to leave the confines of his family estate.

At age eight, Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft died.

Very few people know this truth, and are sworn never to speak it: The Elstrøms and their privileged staff, a noblewoman close to Katka, and two artisans from Kerremand.

Alaric Weber of Kerremand was born in the same year as the sickly Helbahnese noble, to his own father Ehren and his mother Lark, a tapestry weaver and a dye-maker. He, like his mother, had The Gift, and the makings for a heritage Lark would not speak of.

His Gift went unnoticed for, perhaps, the first few months after it manifested—his draw was not particularly powerful, being only a boy of eight, and so it was only small things he pulled from; bottle lids or small portions of ingredients and threads going missing, believed to be misplaced. The first time he pulled from a human, he left a small, scrape-like abrasion on his mother’s elbow, not enough for them to yet suspect his talents.

These incidents grew, though, in both size and frequency. His mother was the first to recognize the link between these occurrences, his red eyes, and her own childhood; fearing suspicion and punishment, she refused to explain these connections or seek help.

Seven months after it manifested, Alaric’s drawing became too dangerous. While playing with his father, in a fit of youthful joy, he destroyed part of Ehren’s wrist. While the amount would have been painful but fairly inconsequential elsewhere, he damaged the valuable artery. It was only through the quick intervention of his mother, minorly skilled in Kinetic Magic, that his father survived, though it would take much longer for any of them to fully recover from the ordeal.

Frightened by him and realizing that her family would be endangered if her child stayed, Alaric’s mother sought a solution. Her connections linked her with a noblewoman familiar with Katka Elstrøm von Wentoft, who arranged a meeting between the two mothers after seeing Alaric. It had been mere days since Kaspar’s death, and no public announcement had been made while the family grieved privately. Bereft, Katka and Arvid agreed to take in Alaric, who bore strong resemblance to their late son, and raise him as Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft. Alaric Weber, to the knowledge of the rest of the world, was taken in the animal attack that nearly killed his father.

Little changed about Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft; he remained an infrequent public figure to the lower classes of Helbahn. Over the years, whispers came from the few nobles who saw him that the boy seemed to grow stronger in constitution, though his once-brown eyes had taken an unsettling crimson tint. There were those who theorized he had died, or come near enough, and been saved by Binding Magic that left its permanent mark on him.

No one suspected he was simply not the same boy.

Kaspar’s memories of his birth family are faint—he was forbidden to speak of them after he was taken in, for the safety of the secret that could not be revealed. His childhood became distant, and his life overcome with lessons; those that would prevent such a tragedy from ever happening again, and those that would shape him into a proper noble. The Elstrøms treated him like their trueborn son, sometimes as though they themselves had forgotten, but his Gift necessitated a more physically distant relationship.

He wonders, sometimes, if his childhood was real—if there was ever a boy named Alaric, or if he’d simply imagined it as a youthful fantasy. He threw himself willingly enough into his studies, trying to wipe the questions and memories from his mind, and can let himself believe he’s always been Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft, so long as he doesn’t think too much on it. While his birth parents’ abandonment stings, he’s grateful to be so welcomed among his noble family and enjoys the comfort their wealth provides him with.

Yet he sometimes still dreams of Ehren and Lark Weber, always accompanied by blood.

Through the Portal: Deserted

Visiting San Agustin de las Arenas, a refuge filled with unwanted Tethered, forced Kaspar face-to-face with some of his childhood trauma and resulted in uncharacteristic outbursts of emotion and lack of control. The stress of the mission and near-death encounters contributed, but also drove the youth to displays of vulnerability that allowed him to form bonds with those students ensnared in the same situation; Ayla Arslan, Jocasta Re, Yalen Castel, and Zarina Al-Nader.

He also learned the deeper truth behind the death of Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft: that it had never actually occurred. The biological son of the Elstrøms was discovered to have the Tethering. As is an unfortunately common practice, they had the boy sent to a Tethered refuge— San Agustin de las Arenas. There his memories were removed and he was renamed Felix. He would go on to become an Afortunado. During the revolution which killed Warden Tavio Ortega and gave San Agustin de las Arenas its independence, Vice-Warden Juan-Manuel Quintana Rojas revealed the truth to Kaspar.

Kaspar would, minutes later, share this information with Felix. The two decided to move forward together with this information, and have informally adopted each other as brothers. When Kaspar returned to Ersand’Enise, Felix and his girlfriend Luisa were among the members of the refuge to join the academy as students.

Kaspar was among those who fought the pack of froabas attracted to the battle with the Royal Sand Wyrm, and aided Zarina Al-Nader in taming the alpha. Alongside a number of others he co-absorbed an aberration, increasing his RAS from 7.37 to 7.50. During the brief period of aberration madness, he fought and rough-housed with several others, injured himself, and discovered two great truths about existence, the knowledge of which faded with the madness.

Hours after returning, Ayla Arslan gifted him with one of the three froabas eggs she won in the auction following the defeat of the Royal Sand Wyrm. The egg, red-orange and banded, is believed to contain a “false alpha” of currently indeterminate sex, named Varmkorv by its owner.

Trials and Tribulations

Kaspar joined seven student societies during the Student Society Faire. After aberrations appeared on the second day of the faire, he found and absorbed a white aberration. In addition to losing some RAS and gaining temporary immunity to aberration madness, he also gained the unique mana type Lightbringer. Shortly thereafter, he used this mana type for the first time to cure Ingrid of aberration madness.

Just before the Melon Derby, the birthday of Kaspar Elstrøm von Wentoft passed, meaning he is now supposedly seventeen. However, his birthdate as Alaric Weber has yet to pass, so he is still secretly only sixteen.

In preparation for the Melon Derby, Kaspar helped Team You Could Never catch and train small dragons to seek out melons. He retained three of these: one grape dragon, one blueberry dragon, and one raspberry drake. He also convened with a former student, Augusto, at a gathering held by the Arslan family, and used to opportunity to learn some inside information about the Melon Derby.

When Ayla’s betrothal was announced, Kaspar realized he has feelings for her. Over the course of the trials, he tried to put these feelings out of focus and succeeded, until he drank mana shots with the Hegelans prior to The Dragon. He then used one of his dragons to leave a charcoal sketch of Zarina Ayla, which he drew immediately following her betrothal announcement, in her dorm.

Team You Could Never finished the final trial tied for first place; following the votes in Right or Spite, they finished third overall. Kaspar’s prizes included temporary access to The Forked Tower, and The Everlasting Learner's Enchanted Bookmark.

Secrets

Kaspar, along with Zarina, Yuliya, and Ayla traveled through Ersand’Enise on Bloody Victendes. He managed to subdue and cleanse an afflicted boar using Lightbringer. Later, after Yuliya, Ayla, and Nibbler were drawn into an aberration and became demonic, he used the same ability to soothe the enraged Nibbler.

In addition to gaining .26 RAS through consuming aberrations, he gained the mana type Demoncaller.

When the aberration magic struck, he was afflicted first with Apathy, then Anger, followed by Vigor, and returned once more to Anger. During this episode, he managed to summon his first demon—a fish. He had to be physically carried into the aberration by Ayla after trying to storm off.

Among the God’s grove, he selected the Buddha’s Hand as his fruit.

Secrets of the Forked Tower

Kaspar gained entrance to the Forked Tower alongside Yuliya, Zarina, Trypano, Ingrid, and Jocasta. Together, the six of them managed to solve puzzles. Through this, they met Ahn-Dami, Ahn-Shune, and Shune-Zept, as well as gaining access to a temporally altered chamber.

When meeting Ahn-Dami, Kaspar and others were granted the chance to look into her eyes. There, they saw many things, including the prospective paths of their futures. Ahn-Dami also assured Kaspar that he is good, when he comforted Jocasta—but, knowing all, referred to him as Alaric.

Kaspar chose to use his time in the Forked Tower to study his newly acquired Dark Magic, learning better how to use it without being a danger—unless he chooses to be.

Before Nox Arcanum

Following his time in the Forked Tower, Kaspar focused primarily on his studies. He advanced in both magic schools he's pursuing under the watchful eyes of the Zenos. His research on other magics continued, but without access to the materials in the Forked Tower, his knowledge remained only theoretical.

Inspired by an idea that had been percolating since his time in the desert, and the acquisition of an industrial lifetime's supply of barbeque sauce, Kaspar teamed up with Ingrid Penderson to start a sausage sandwich business, titled [R E D A C T E D].

He also considered some of the truths he learned in the eyes of Ahn-Dami, preparing himself, and a plan, for an event that has yet to pass...

M O T I V A T I O N

Kaspar, above all else, seeks knowledge and skill. His heavy training throughout childhood ingrained a desire to understand and develop his abilities to their full potential, perhaps a step further than his tutors intended. He seeks to do good, though less than he seeks to do no harm, but in many ways sees it as a tool to develop his Gift.

He’s excited to be out from under his tutors for the first time since he was eight, with an opportunity to practice much of the knowledge he only has in theory. He also hopes to find more space and information to support his study of Blood Magic, without the concern of his watchdogs always hovering.

Yet, he worries that all his pursuits will be meaningless. With so much focus on drawing magic and little skill in casting it, Kaspar fears that he’ll never develop the capabilities to truly use it, instead being damned to only ever knowing his Gift through theoretical knowledge.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ [ Books ]
Many of these books focus on magic, primarily Binding; some may include theory on Blood Magic, if he’s been able to find such books. There are a few selections on plant life, particularly those native to Revidia and Perrence. There are also several novels written in Revidian that are below his age level, which he’s using to continue learning the language.

❖ [ Cloak ]
A thick, black fur cloak with soft, red-dyed leather and gold fastenings. While perhaps not frequently necessary this far north, it’s an item from his home that helps him feel more confident and collected as he leaves the Elstrøm Estate for the first time since he arrived there.

❖ [ Everlasting Learner's Enchanted Bookmark ]
A magical bookmark obtained as a prize at the end of Ersand’Enise’s Trials. It can automatically locate a keyword or phrase in a library.

❖ [ Froabas Egg ]
Red-orange with dark bands of color and holding a froabas named Varmkorv. The egg was one of ten laid by the Alpha Froabas at the end of Through the Portal: Deserted. Originally won by Ayla Arslan in an auction, she gifted it to Kaspar because he had not obtained anything in the auction. The egg is nearly hatched.

❖ [ Jewelry ]
He has several rings he alternates, all of which are made of gold and lack any gemstones. Two have small designs etched into the metal, one of flowers and vines, and the other similar to a braided rope design. He has two more plain rings. He also has a plain gold necklace made with a herringbone chain pattern, that gives it the appearance of a single piece of gold unless examined more closely.

❖ [ Notebooks ]
A set of five leather-bound notebooks with ornamental, gold-inlaid designs on the front. They contain notes on his studies, written in a combination of Eskandish and Kerreman and often in shorthand. None of these contain overt references to Blood Magic; any information or notes he takes on this include copious amounts of shorthand and abbreviation, and are only denoted as a cohesive subject by the consistent label “EX”.

❖ [ Sketchbook & Charcoal ]
A leather-bound, smooth-covered book with sturdy, blank pages inside. The front third of the book is already filled; the sketches primarily consist of plant life, both ordinary and anatomy sketches, but also include human anatomy sketches and the occasional landscape. Most recently, he has been drawing sketches of his froabas egg.

❖ [ Wand ]
A hand-crafted cherrywood stick with a black leather grip, used as Kaspar’s focus for casting. The leather is worn in.

P E T S

❖ [ Blåbærterte ]
A small Blueberry Dragon caught prior to The Melon Derby. She’s smart but quite shy, and spends most of her time either with Tomsøthet or near Varmkorv’s egg in Kaspar’s dormitory. Her name means Blueberry Tart, because she’s small and blue.

❖ [ Feit-og-Sint ]
A Raspberry Drake caught prior to The Melon Derby. He’s ornery and spends most days roaming around Ersand’Enise, but demands to be let back into Kaspar’s dormitory at night. He often hides under the furniture and eats fruit he’s stashed there. His name means Fat-and-Angry.

❖ [ Tomsøthet ]
A Grape Dragon caught prior to The Melon Derby. He’s friendly but very absent-minded, and likes to explore Kaspar’s dormitory and get into trouble. He’s fond of Varmkorv’s egg and Blåbærterte. His name means Empty Sweetness, because his heart is big but his head is empty.

W E A L T H

❖ [ To Be Determined ]

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ [ Control ]
Kaspar’s crowning achievement in his study of The Gift is in his control of it—particularly over his ability to draw. But he also possesses strong mental and emotional control, cultivated by his tutors’ copious lessons. He can never want to hurt someone because he risks making that desire a reality. He has to maintain a hold on his emotions because he may be dangerous if he loses focus.

❖ [ Manipulation ]
Kaspar has learned how to predict what his tutors want to hear, and how to feed them just enough information for them to believe they know the full picture. He doesn’t seek to manipulate others into giving him items and money, but rather into giving him trust; he views it as the only way for him to continue his personal studies uninterrupted, by preventing those watching him from suspecting he’s pursuing other interests.

❖ [ Memory ]
While not eidetic, Kaspar’s memory is strong, particularly relating to things he sees or reads. It helps most often with his studies, but he can remember far more, and the applications are wide-ranging.

❖ [ Plant Identification ]
His preferred subject for sketching, Kaspar has gotten quite familiar with plant life, and his memory certainly helps him remember key identifiers. However, he also occasionally practices his material drawing skills on plant life, trying to learn how this particular aspect of Blood Magic can be both precise and devastating. He likes to understand the plants he might be destroying, as a sign of respect for their use as a learning device.

❖ [ Sketching ]
To further his emotional control, Kaspar sought a hobby to help him re-center and settled on sketching. He’s been fine-tuning the skill over years and prefers to sketch plant life outdoors, taking the peace of the location as yet another source of control.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ [ Casting ]
Kaspar lacks skill in casting. He’s capable and not a danger to himself or others when doing so, but hasn’t developed the same knowledge or precision that he exercises in other areas. With his tutelage focusing heavily on fine-tuning his drawing to prevent dangerous accidents and no natural aptitude for expelling that mana, casting remains one of his weakest aspects of using The Gift.

❖ [ Confidence ]
While it often helps him stay calm, Kaspar’s confidence enables him to put himself in risky situations. His own belief in his skills and his moral fortitude lead to a feeling of invincibility and his expectation that he can’t be a perpetrator or victim of terrible accidents like that of his youth, and that his interests are not immoral. Given his practice in Blood Magic, his lack of caution has the potential to lead to horrifying results.

❖ [ Curiosity ]
His curiosity can lead to choices many would consider dangerous. When Kaspar wants an answer, he will seek it out—heedless of how others may think of his actions. He won’t stoop to injuring others or their belongings, but holds a belief that actions can only hurt them mentally or emotionally if they know about it. As such, he may take things a step too far in seeking answers, particularly from those he feels may be lying to him.

❖ [ Energy-based Drawing ]
Kaspar has always struggled with drawing from energy sources, as is considered typical for most schools of magic. He’s capable of it, but is often less precise and slower in doing so, compared to his skills in drawing from material sources.

❖ [ Solitary Nature ]
Kaspar’s personality is often enough to keep him isolated from others, but he’s not the kind to seek out connections. While he’s willing to allow others to trust him, and values the faith others may put in him, he does not allow himself to exercise the same trust. He keeps many things to himself, and won’t seek out support or assistance unless even he cannot deny he’s in far over his head—and by the time he understands that, he may be too deep in.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

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Classes

Schedule

Student Societies

G U I L D

❖ Enchanter’s Union

C L U B S

❖ Draconic Order
❖ Egalite Fraternite
❖ Essence Club
❖ Pragmatics
❖ Sleuths
❖ Society of the Grapes
❖ Surveyors

Changelog

Update 9.3.22

❖ Header:

Raised RAS

❖ Personality:

Minor tweak added at end to reflect how others may view him

❖ The Gift:

Adjusted presence of Chemical Magic to reflect family specialty
Added "Getting Technical" section to reflect new magic tier system and track progress

❖ Background:

Added section for Through the Portal: Deserted Arc

❖ Inventory:

Added Froabas Egg

❖ Miscellaneous:

Added Class Registration Forms
Added Class Schedule
Added Student Societies

Update 12.29.22

❖ Header:

Raised Age
Lowered RAS

❖ The Gift:

Added section regarding acquisition of Lightbringer
Adjusted “Getting Technical” to reflect recent changes
Added section to “Getting Technical” for mana types

❖ Background:

Added section for Trials and Tribulations Arc

❖ Inventory:

Added Everlasting Learner's Enchanted Bookmark

❖ Pets:

Added section and contents

❖ Wealth:

Added section and contents

Update 2.20.23

❖ Header:

Changed Character Portrait
Raised RAS

❖ The Gift:

Raised RAS
Added Demoncaller
Added section regarding acquisition of Demoncaller
Adjusted “Getting Technical” to reflect recent changes

❖ Background:

Added section for Secrets Arc
Added section for Secrets of the Forked Tower Arc
Added section for Before Nox Arcanum Timeskip

❖ Inventory:

Adjusted description of Froabas Egg

❖ Wealth:

Adjusted contents to reflect current status

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Vieri

Vieri Zimbasu

I can do more with my mouth that just say fancy words for you

15 | Androgyne | Joruban-Revidian | Merchant | 8.07

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Confident
❖ Open-Minded
❖ Spiritual
❖ Extraverted
❖ Neurotic

Everyone is fallible, everyone should know this. When you enjoy people, their quirks, their presence, it is doubtless that there will be missteps, ill-spoken words. More friends are made if you can get over your ego and move on. Grudges are only weights upon your soul. That doesn’t mean the downward spiral doesn’t lie in wait for Vieri elsewhere, it’s just so hard to tell where the ice is thin.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Imagine a statue, that is neither man nor woman, carved from not ebony nor marble. It is a beautiful statue. Perhaps this statue bears a resemblance.

And what is wrong with wearing nice things when there are those who wear rags and itch from fleas? Does it make silks any less soft? Do furs lose their warmth? Do rings weigh heavier upon pierced lobes? What if I told you they could buy bread and cheese and olives for weeks? I would say, you cannot wear these things.

And this tribal tattoo, do you think it means you belong?

L A N G U A G E S

Avincian
Revidian
Joruban
All fluent

T H E G I F T

It is not a fitting gift. Like a ruby when you wanted a diamond, and yet it is all there is. They could never bring himself to truly study magnetism, but her natural aptitude was enough. For the school of chemicals, the converse was true. Which is the truest path? Perhaps it was a mistake that Giacinto funded Vieri’s trip to Ersand’Enise? Forever in a world of wants and needs.

B A C K G R O U N D

What ruts has time’s wheel worn into a brain? Many, too many, and covered yet more still. Stories and tales and myths and legends, of a country, a second home.

There was a time with three parents, and never a time without. Two fathers, Revidians, the question of biology never mattered. A poet, one, the other a courtesan and Avincian bordello owner. One mother, from Yabusa a model, a painter, a muse. A child: half of both, wholly neither. Marco, Giacinto, Tafari: parents. The heart swells thinking of them.

Drug-smoke haze and sweat and sex, the smells of childhood in the rafters and dodging between legs of chairs and clientelle. Stolen fruit, stolen purses. An education.

Another memory, one upon a bed, straining. Tafari, mother, not letting the hours drag down her smile. Vieri could not manage a simple chemical change that night.

Mother again, painting, the hues and tone shifting under brush. Effortless, vibrant, alive. Vieri’s painting, dull.

Magnetism. An ugly school, brutish, loud. There is no art to it. But the school of The Lover, the god which life made sense by…

A thought: an aspiring poet, courtesan, model, painter, muse. Vieri takes after her parents strongly. They let them, encouraged happiness over all else. What direction does happiness lie?

Bright flame, burning back the night, a candle, one of many in a clump, a tumour. It listens to the prayer spoken in the night, and there is silence.

A semantic quirk: aspiring means failed.

Last memory of home, packed bag dragging shoulder down, weight on heart dragging all down. Did they want to go? Did they want them to go? Were they brave, that the tears did not come when hugging and goodbying, only after, in the carriage, alone?

M O T I V A T I O N

Vieri does not like their gift but understands what it represents. It adds to their conflict between faith and new rationality. It represents a path that diverges from Vieri’s artistic wanderings and aimless life, it gives a clear definitive purpose: to be powerful, to protect. Morally agreeable, practically just not Vieri.

It's a good thing to get away, no? Another perspective, another picture entirely.

Beauty can be found, if you look hard enough, in anything. Maybe all it takes is introspection, the guiding hand of Zenos renowned. Maybe it is just as ugly as it first seems.

To create beauty, art is life. But it still does not feel like The Purpose. Will anything?

Just enjoy the people, the vice, whilst youth still allows it.

I N V E N T O R Y

A mirror, make-up, perfume that smells of cinnamon and camphor
Coins
Oil paints, canvases, frame, brushes, and things required to paint
The Menana
Stilleto

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Wine tasting
❖ Empathetic
❖ Flexible
❖ Acting
❖ Recalling the composition of scenes and faces

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Obsessive
❖ Gambling
❖ Pride
❖ True intimacy
❖ Boredom

E L E C T I V E S

❖ Foundations in Drawing, Converting, and Casting in the Magnetic School of Magic (MF101)
❖ Foundations in Drawing, Converting, and Casting in the Chemical School of Magic (MF104)
❖ Dramatic Performance in Tragedy, Satire, Epic, and Comedy (AR102)
❖ Painting and Drafting in Oil, Pastel, and Watercolour (AR104)
❖ Etiquette, Decorum, and Forms of Address in Polite Society (SK101)
❖ Business, Negotiation, and Money Management (SK106)

[RezonanceV]

Evander Fino Synesti

Evander Fino Synesti

The Fire & Blood of Steel Dragons

"I will never forget who I am."

19 | Male | Revidian | Noble | 7.71 (8.21 using Fire)

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [ Competitive]
❖ [ Strategic]
❖ [ Confident] [ Resilient ]
❖ [ Snobby/Unapologetic]
❖ [ Gentleman]

Competitive

Son to Duke Foscari and Duchess Mihaela Dragos, and twin to Celestina Synesti. Growing up, Evander competed against his sister’s natural talent in Gift wielding. Her RAS far outmatched his, forcing him to resort to strategy and creative problem-solving. Spirited, the two challenged one another to become better. After Celestina was betrothed, Evander was sent to Erasand’Enise, where his competitive nature only grew. His team in the Trials won the Melon Derby trial and is preparing to win The Dragon trial.

Strategic

Evander follows a set of principles. These principles include:

• Nothing can be mastered without consistent training.
• Attack where an opponent is unprepared.
• Do nothing uselessly.
• If an opponent is stronger, evade them.
• Appear weaker when strong and strong when weak.
• Remain flexible to the conditions of the situation and environment.

His father has always reminded him, “Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory; tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat.” Evander interpreted this as focusing on strategy if one is to win and both if one is to win decisively.

Confident Resilient

Evander knows who he is and why he is at Erasand’Enise. This has emboldened his will to push through setbacks. Once confident, now resilient. He no longer believes he is strong; he feels it and has proven it to himself that when thrown down, he will find a way to get back up. The most notable event when this trait kicked in was during the Great Melon Derby at Zeno Moon-Fades-In-Light’s house during his raid after getting back up from having been slammed by an 8.63 RAS student, Ingrid.

Unapologetic/Snobby

Evander will never be seen apologizing. He expects others to apologize to him when they fail to address him as the noble he is. His Zeno, Jocasta, and Moriah have all interrupted him or tossed his words to the side at some point. These incidents are noted. Evander has corrected Moriah. He has remained patient with his Zeno and Jocasta…as of now.

Gentleman

Evander has a healthy attitude toward women. His first best friend was his twin sister, Celestina. His behavior toward women carries his fundamental memories and attitude about his sister. It is why Evander will frequently back down when it comes to confrontation with women. He believes they should be respected and protected even when wrong. Unless they are Eskand…Eskand can perish like the plague they are.

A P P E A R A N C E

Evander stands 6’ with healthy fair skin, medium-length blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. His chin is soft while squaring out around the jawline. He has unremarkable ears that remain hidden by his thick hair. Evander often pulls his hair into a ponytail in the summer months to keep his neck cool. He dresses in noble attire consisting of velvets. Occasionally, he will wear a hat, doublet, jerkin, and half cape covering one shoulder. Evander’s colors are burgundy, accented with gold threading. His family’s coat of arms is stitched into his cape, which bears a rose blossoming into a flame held by one strong arm. Mirroring the arm is a sword crossing the rose with its blade surrounded by flames held by another strong arm. Evander’s most notable mark is the scar across the bottom of his chin. He sustained this injury early in his childhood.

In the ancient Avincian language, the coat of arms is wrapped in the following words,

“Cor Flamma Dolor Exurit Gladii” - The Heart’s Flame Burns Away A Sword’s Pain

L A N G U A G E S

Fluent in Avincian, Revidian, Perrench, Budesrnic.
Advanced in Torragonese, Juroban, Belzaggic, and Virangish.
Elementary in Thalakosh, Pestian, and Warlish.

T H E G I F T

4 3 0 0 2 0 ? 1 0 0 0

Magnetic Journeyman // lvl 4.
Arcane Adept // lvl 3.
Kinetic Apprentice // lvl 2.
Temporal Novice // lvl 1.

Evander was born blue-blooded with a fire burning in his veins (fireblood). At a young age he tested as a 7.30 on the RAS scale. He began with an affinity for the Arcane gift and later focused on Magnetism. While training in Zebaka with his mentor, he picked up an understanding of the fundamentals of Kinetic, learning basic skills to enhance his own body's natural athletic talents. Evander has recently sought the understanding of Temporal after his encounter with Sirrahi. He has been under the tutelage of his current Zeno, Jocasta, to achieve this goal.

B A C K G R O U N D

House Synesti

Evander belongs to House Synesti. Synesti traces back to the origins of Avince. His family has done the impossible and has sustained diligent records over the centuries, including the collapse of Avince. Albeit, the fall of Avince uprooted Evander’s ancestors, it did not end his ancestors’ loyalty. The evolution of House Synesti’s identity began to shape around the mission to “return to glory.” There are stories that the family has struck deals with the supernatural to improve their luck and fertility and remain consistent throughout the generations…yet…these stories have not been proven. It could be a coincidence that each generation successfully births twins of the opposite sex, or it could be something else.

Revidian War

Fast forward to recent events and House Synesti’s activity, the war against Parrence is most notable. The Synesti family made powerful political and military moves to gain favor among the Revidian nobles. The Synesti’s might even be credited with manufacturing a strong part of the solidarity that is now the Revidian Confederacy. The Synesti’s wealth may have even contributed to the success of the current Doge, Prospero l’Anguilla. During the war, aside from political devices, the Synesti’s bought, trained, and commanded mercenaries to bolster Revidia’s ability to conduct land battles against a superior Parrence army. Evander’s grandfather shined most in the political arenas while his father, Foscari, battled on the fields of steel.

After the war, Evander’s grandfather died and was succeeded by Foscari as Duke. In another major play to gain favor outside of the military and political spheres, Duke Foscari married Mihaela Dragos of Budesrno. The marriage completely restructured Revidia’s naval security and trading control from Balbri to Arrund. A year after their marriage, Evander and Celestina were born.

Erasand’Enise

Doge Prsperos of Revidia recently approached Duke Foscari with a proposition due to rising tensions between Revidia and Parrence. The Doge asked for Duke Foscari’s son, Evander Fino Synesti, to attend Erasand’Enise as a trusted confident within the institution. Duke Foscari consulted Evander on the deal, Evander happily taking a bite at an opportunity to do his family proud. The Doge would arrange to have Evander invited, enrolled, and begin learning as a student of the Academy.

M O T I V A T I O N

Evander is motivated by legacy. Everything he understands about himself is deeply rooted in ancient Avincian texts interpreted by his family’s works stored away for future generations. Without his family’s legacy, Evander would not know how to view himself.

I N V E N T O R Y

Synesti’s Flamma Ring
A gold ring fused with basalt stone veins that emanate an orangish-red light when storing heat.

• 10% efficiency in drawing, conversion, and storing Arcane.

Bloodstone of Dragos
A gold necklace holding up a small hematite stone cut to look like a dragon with two emerald stones embedded in the eyes.

• +2 to defend against magnetic attacks.

Obsidian Dragon Pauldrons
Two obsidian pauldrons, each with a dragon's wing raised from the back and over the shoulder.

• 5% added to Evander's power (adds to RAS).

Buddha's Hand
Evander took Buddha's Hand after stepping into the Pulsing Aberration.

• Gains advantage to perception roll.

Stoneskin Synesti Arm Bracers
Won the Stoneskin mana at an auction. Gave it to Hegelen to infuse and create ornate Synesti-branded leather arm bracers.

• Any ailments, afflictions, or internal magical attacks will be neutralized.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

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❖ [ Educated ]
❖ [ Acrobatic ]
❖ [ Blade Dancer ]

Educated

Evander’s literacy is obvious in his etiquette and speech. He looks forward to learning and tends to learn quickly. This makes him adaptable and efficient at learning new skills and mastering old ones. An example, Evander is now working with metal wire and his magnetic gift as he saw Chad deploy during their raid against Zeno Fades-In-Moonlight’s house.

Acrobatic

Evander lacks raw strength; lifting heavy objects is not his thing. Instead, he moves like water. His talent is finessing around his objectives until finding the least prepared angle to do the most precise strike cashing in on the most devastating damage. He practices his skillset in dancing, rolling, leaping, gripping, flipping, catching, diving, running, and climbing.

Blade Dancer

Evander is privileged. Taught by a Joru Karoist and master of Zebaka, Evander was tutored privately to develop his fighting style. The style expresses free-flowing combinations from vertical, diagonal, and horizontal angles assisted by spinning and swirling movements. Each motion builds momentum and strikes from often overwhelming and unexpected reaches. The most frustrating element of Evander’s fighting style for others who fight against him is his ability to dance out of the way of their attacks effortlessly. His seamless ability to use sharp objects without endangering himself is unique to Evander.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ [ Raw Strength ]
❖ [ Grudges ]
❖ [ Overconfident ]

Raw Strength

Evander will not be seen lifting heavy objects with his physical body. He lacks the interest to train and maintain at a level required to build raw physical strength.

Grudges

Evander does not deal with failure well. Compound that with a person who causes him to fail, Evander does not forget. He will mark them as an enemy and deliberately aim to sabotage their goals. What does this mean in terms of weaknesses? He might create a lot of enemies and be more preoccupied with those who slighted him than those who support him.

Over Confident

Evander, at times, can misjudge his abilities optimistically. He will certainly find himself in a situation where his eyes are bigger than his stomach.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Affiliations

Arch-Zeno: Ardredelle Latvar (Chemical Magic)
Zeno: Zander Mozaru

Evander eats a 'white' aberration during faire (effects)

• Evander eats a 'white' aberration during faire.
• -.11 RAS
• Immune to disease and illness
• Immune to the next three aberration effects.
• Needs no sleep

Hex

Hex codes
[color=d4af37] [/color] metallic gold
[color=BC3823] [/color] blood orange
[color=CC5500] [/color] burnt orange

[Salsa Verde]

Ymiico

Enveloped by the Moon, the Sun will one day smile on me.

18 | Female | Nikanese | Artisan | 5.73

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Meticulous
❖ Meek
❖ Neurotic
❖ Chary
❖ Vigilant

Ymiico was actually none of these things until recently. Life happened so fast that she was left to the wayside and witness her own domicile invaded and perverted. Because of the advent of these events, her personality slowly underwent changes that were incongruent to her original identity. She was once jovial, gentle, and a caring and soothing presence like the hearth on a cold or otherwise damp day. Like an eclipse the shadows slowly began to crawl up and swallow her, eclipsing who she once was. Ymiico is perfectly aware she was never like this, but it’s kept her alive and she wasn’t going to stop now when she still has work to do. She’s nervous like a house cat now suddenly made homeless. She trusts no one and is very quick to tuck tail and run. The slightest sense of danger from her gut leads her to completely disengage from her current environment. Never sleeping in the same place twice. Who knows, maybe when all is said and done the sun can illuminate the light within her once more.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Ymiico embraces her natural Yasoi figure. She appreciates the long slender legs she was give. To hear she never felt ‘lanky’, instead she felt like the towering trees that encompassed all of nature. She was allowed to come into her frame and flourish like a spring flower. And that she did. While she still had the longer limbs and torso, she filled in well at her age. A kind of painting sophistication that commanded an audience or at least a second look. Her height is a modest 195 cms accompanied by a 68kg frame. An alluring curtain of chestnut brown hair overflows down her back with two strands pulled to the front curled betwixt ribbons of green and clips of gold. Her skin is reminiscent of the gold jewelry lining the outer rim of her ears and the ribbons in her hair. Unblemished, even as far as to not have any Tetsoi, as Nikanese Yasoi viewed that tradition with scrutiny. The most notable feature would be the trademarked monolid center to the Nikanese Yasoi. As far as clothing options she chooses light airy fabrics that feel loose and soft on her skin. She sometimes wears a one shoulder epaulet she received from her family with a flowing green cape attached. Finishing her wardrobe off are a pair of almost silk archer gloves etched with golden inlaid patterns.

L A N G U A G E S

Tarlonese Yasoi (Native)
Nikanese (Native)
Avincian (Broken)

T H E G I F T

| 5.73 RAS | Mooncaster |

Arcane (4): Probably the most salient gift in her wheelhouse that has become central to her ability to survive. Ymiico was trained and then further learned to increase her arcane affinity to hone her ability to manipulate light. Specifically, the light around her. Most of her spells work in keeping her invisible, aiding in her stealth, and manipulating the senses of those around her. What better way to erase herself than to hide in plain sight and warp the senses of others to completely ignore her despite proximity.

Chemical (2): Ymiico likes to utilize and encapsulate a lot of her understanding of the world in a chemical aspect. She’s always been interested in alchemical reactions and the science behind it. Being an ally of the darkness, whether freely or forcefully, she was taught how to make several tools that depended on reactions occurring at the appropriate time. Smoke bombs, paper fires, etc. Now with Chemical magic she can amplify those destructive yet utility abilities and defend herself by altering the perception of others to ensure she’s never seen or detected.

Kinetic (2): The last school of magic she subscribes to. This school more or less acts a binder for the first to that mostly amplifies what she can already do. Slowing enemies, disrupting their senses with cacophonous sound. Negating all of those things for herself and much more. The most useful ability for her has probably been to manipulate liquids below her so she can travel across aquatic surfaces.

Binding (1):

B A C K G R O U N D

Ymiico had always lived a quiet and fulfilled life, she never wanted for more and her dreams were perfectly contained within the confines of her home village. While she wasn’t poor or rather her family, they never went without or needed for naught. It wasn’t that Ymiico was cut off from the outside world. She need that many continents and countries existed, all with their own cultures and even Yasoi, but again she was perfectly contempt with her own life that she had with her family.

Originally things weren’t so easy for her. She grew up at the tail end of the warring period, Himitsu Sensoo, which meant her family basically came from nothing. They had seen senseless violence and crimes committed. Even transgressions against them when they were simple farmers and sent their goods as part of the war effort. Ymiico never met most of her relatives, mostly because they were slaughtered as by products of the war and captivity. She was lucky to say the least, had she been born during it who knows where or if she’d be around. It was something difficult to attach herself to seeing as she was a mere child when it occurred and had no recollection of it outside the stories recanted by her parents and those who managed to survive in their tiny village.

Either way, they did just as any of their people did, rebuild. It took a majority of her life to see the fruits of their labour. Vegetation and crops revived in what once were fields of ash and soot. The liveliness returned to the faces and expressions of the residents like a warm blanket after a cold winter. Through it all, it was a satisfying picture even for her. While the money her father made farming, her family was blessed with the construction of a consortium. Now normally these were only seen in the main cities, but there was enough business passing through their village, seeing as it was between the main city and the port, that they could set one up. Her mother was the main figurehead and boss that other girls turned to. She was a Geisha of course, responsible for the entertainment and attendant to men.

Ymiico never knew how she learned her skills, but she never asked, it was beyond her anyways. Once old enough, she worked with her mother in the establishment. She simply assisted instead of working, however that didn’t stop the guests from fawning over her. This was no coincidence as even the girls were enamored with her. Her demeanor was calm yet radiated a warm constitution that was infectious. She was always happy, and it was clearly worn on her face. A mom in all senses of the word save the children. Attentive to everyone’s needs without being overbearing. Between her personality and her beauty that was beginning to fill in, she was perfect. Her mother knew her daughter would end up attracting some unwanted attention.

That day had finally come when the Shogunate of their country had descended onto the fields of the Nikanese Yasoi. The practice of the Shogunate and the Emperor taking their secondary or tertiary wife from the Yasoi population was commonly known. Never had they set foot outside of the city however, there was enough Yasoi around that they didn’t need to. This precedent was only supported by the establishment her mother had owned. She took the necessary precautions to hide her daughter as best she could with such little warning. Ymiico watched on from behind a sliding door where storage mostly sat. He was young, but almost twice the age of her. Masculine in all senses of the word and quite handsome. Perhaps they weren’t as bad as the stories had made them out to be. Hours went and he had passed through all the women available, none to his delight.

He asked once if there was any more selection, but with hesitation in her mother’s voice in all of two seconds and the inconvenient stumbling of her attempt to shift position in the closet, alerted the Shogun. To his delight she was just as he desired, he would take no one else as his concubine from this point forward. Try as she might, even pleading to take her daughters place, the Shogun would not have it. The stories were true, she just didn’t think she’d have to experience it herself.

The whole affair had weighed heavily on her, each day taking longer than the last. She was taken into the disparagingly large city to be reformed into a proper woman. Not that she was far from it, but she needed just a bit of refinement. It was training like none other she endured before, to be quite honest it was exhausting. Many a times she thought of escaping her prison, like a bird in a cage, yet she knew they would never let her walk away. They were always watching. She did get to spend some moments with the Shogun, but she was rigid and took no attempts of rapport from the young dictator. This often upset him, but he never showed her punishment.

One night after being sent away from the Shogun she returned to her room with a blank parchment on her desk. She knew not of the meaning behind the gesture until she raised the parchment to an open flame, yielding a secret message. Her primary security detail had been working undercover for years now, gaining the favor of the shogun. A small revolutionary party had been in the wings for years biding time to gain enough trust and resources to initiate a coup. He couldn’t help but see her discontent and wanted to help her return home. From then on, they met in private on typical duties, which led to training her in weaponry and the basics of magical manipulation.

Despite this she continued to meet with the Shogun and slowly the walls and inhibitions began to gave way under his hospitality. Once her mind wasn’t clouded by bitterness and she heard more than two words from his mouth she learned he was quite gentle. She was scared she was being manipulated into thinking this or conditioned to say the least. Howbeit the man was refined in the art of communication and empathy. He would explain how he knew things looked, but it was a tradition that needed to be upheld regardless if he were to be hated for it. He made her stay as comfortable as he could even if she did not truly love him. For he didn’t truly love her the same as he was still in love with his first wife. This put pressure on her dedication to the coup she had been training for.

And so, on the eve of the coup, Ymiico could not bear the gravity of the situation, being on both sides. Instead of deciding on who to back, she backed herself and fled the estate successfully. She couldn’t return to her village, so she needed somewhere else to go. Tarlon. They had a university there and she was the age to enroll. Perfect! Minus the small caveat she was broke and only had the wealth of the shogun to satisfy any material need. Before she set off, she had stolen sacred jewels from the estate she would use to pawn off to fund her tuition.

On her arrival to Tarlon she couldn’t help but feel a wrench in her stomach and the overwhelming paranoia that someone was following her. The things the shogun and the emperor were to do to her would border on murder. She couldn’t risk it. Her wish was granted or so she thought. On the arrival to campus, she was greeted with a large population of Nikanese Yasoi. To her horror she wouldn’t be the only one. What if they knew who she was? She was a dead giveaway. The question began to rush her brain, with her sense overloaded the faces began to blur and take shape of those that occupied her hometown and the walls of the city. They would surely force her to go back. After recovering from her hyperventilation, she decided she could no longer enroll in Tarlon, she needed to go elsewhere, further away, Ersand'Enise.

She knew not how she would pay for her tuition, but she had enough to get her there and attend a semester worth of classes. Surely, she would figure it out and make sure she was never discovered.

M O T I V A T I O N

Fear is her motivation realistically. Nothing gets her out of bed faster than the ideation in her dreams that someone is just a hop, skip, or jump from finding her and returning her to her motherland. This manifests in her desire to attend the trials and place in the top 10 teams of the 400 entering. If she does not place in the top 10, she can no longer attend the school and from then her world crumbles. A free year of tuition is a net she needs until she can find someone to sponsor her through the rest of her enrollment. What she plans to do after is beyond her, maybe at that point she could smuggle her parents into the country or by then have enough power to bargain her freedom from the Shogun. Her one positive for being there is her eagerness to amplify her magic affinity…so it can keep her hidden. For now she’s mostly focused on what is in front of her, the lofty goals and expectations are hampered by the trial ahead of her.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ Kagura suzu - a set of twelves bells on a polished piece of wood, often used during ceremonies over in Nikan. It was a keepsake her mother gave her when she was a child as it both soothed and entertained her. One memento from her mother.
❖ Rope attached to several different attachments from gardening and farming tools.
❖ Gourd
❖ Small container of sharpened wooden stakes (approx ~1-3 inches in length)
❖ Slender tube to shoot darts out of
❖ Sharpened throwing stars
❖ Clothing made of black cloth that obscures any open flesh and decreases volume of motion.
❖ Frobas (x1)
❖ Sumpfkrake (x5)
❖ Apple Dragon (x1)
❖ The twin daggers of Arne'Altan'Jaros - timeracer daggers
❖ Skunk Dragon (x1)

All of these weapons can be found in her dormitory as she's not allowed to carry weapons. They are however tucked away or take a less threatening appearance when she showcases them as regular inconspicuous farm tools. The gourd, rope, and clothes she keeps on her however along with the Kagura suzu.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Reconnaissance/Espionage/Infiltration - Basically any of those umbrella terms that just mean stealth. Being able to get in and get out without detection at the reward of finding invaluable information about people, places, or situations.

❖ Marital Arts Expert/Ninpo - Despite her seemingly lanky body composition, Ymiico has quite a bit of muscle and athleticism to her. This especially seen in her martial arts, ninpo. Specifically being a strategy and tactics of unconventional warfare, guerrilla warfare and espionage. This also extends to skills with weapons. (stick, swords, etc.)

❖ Many Faced God - Disguises are a key trademarked that she further developed while on the run. She is able to look like and impersonate others or someone completely new. However this isn't as effective with impersonations as her Avincian is bad.

❖ Fire starter - Before becoming a chemical mage, Ymiico's knowledge of gunpowder and explosives was quite impressive. She's able to use them offensive or defensively as a means of harm or distraction. Mostly when conventional methods are preferred over magical ones.

❖ Centaur - She has ridden horses to the extent she's been able to hone the range of skills associated with horseback riding. This includes mounted combat. She treats her horse as an extension of herself rather than a vehicle for her needs.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Seishin teki kyoyo - Once she was completely intune with herself and excelled at Spiritual Refinement. Now, her mind is constantly flooded with thoughts that pollute her mind and leave her unable to perform at max efficiency.

❖ Paranoid - The cloudiness in her mind stems from the paranoia she feels constantly hanging over her head. This cripples her ability to be more social and trust in her peers.

❖ Ghost - It's hard for Ymiico to get noticed even with the novelty of being a Nikanese Yasoi, this in large due to her being discreet and shy. Even if she excels in one type of magic she'll never display it in front of her professors. Attention leads to her becoming flustered, which erratically changes her magic.

❖ Practical - Learning to love magic later in her life has made it strange to make her primary form of all things offense, defense, and utility. She likes the practically and favors the use of her body and tools, along with the tools she creates. Habits die hard and she sometimes defaults to using what she knows over what she's learned.

❖ Foreigner - Not necessarily a glaring weakness, but she is as foreign as you get in this new land. Her accent is very thick and she has all the marks of being a Nikanese Yasoi. Her ability to impersonate and disguise is shelved due to the distractions shackled around her ankles and wrists.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Color: Mint
She enjoys the natural hot springs native to her country.
She does like to wear the occasional Akasa or straw hat, mostly because it helps to hide her ears.

[Suicharte]

Yuliya

Yuliya Ilyanovich Vasilieva

Drink deep, eat well, and dress to impress. This is the way.

16 | Female | Vossoriyan | Royalty | 8.34

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Curious

Imagine you were born hearing tales of your peoples founding, a land across the sea of great heroes and villains, of oppression and hope. It fades to myth and legend, only to resurface in the past 60 years as reality, vindicating your ancestors as truthful and giving legitimacy to your ancestors. Would that not inspire you to travel there and learn everything you could about this place of mythos? Even disregarding this though, Yuliya has always sought answers to her questions, and she is determined to get them.

❖ Witty

Yuliya has always been a quick thinker in all aspects of life and its served her very well. She's always able to break the ice in tense situations or lighten the mood with a well timed or a goofy joke, and doesn't often find herself lacking a solution to a problem regardless of whether it's a social or technical one. She's no genius or prodigy in this respect, but she's got a quick head on her shoulders.

❖ Jovial

A reveller at heart, Yuliya has always been one to enjoy a good party, a good joke and good company. She can be a bit of a rabble-rouser but she never really has bad intentions at social gatherings, and is usually good company to be around. Oddly enough, participating in Lednikrayva brought her some much needed humility and it stops her from being mentally crowded by the often unscrupulous court games that are played, for anyone can be duke upon the iceberg.

❖ Headstrong

It's hard to tell rich kids what to do. It's even harder to tell rich nobility what to do. It is no surprise then, that a crown princess of one of the most powerful kingdoms in Callanast is a very willful creature, and one that is very hard to control. Even her own parents had a hard time keeping her in check. She speaks her mind, she goes where she wants, she talks to who she wants to how she wants to and that's that. As far as she's concerned, if she's doing something wrong, she'd know about it and often times, this is the case, but it has caused problems in terms of recognizing authority. Whether this will become a problem among her fellow classmates, or in the school system is yet to be seen.

❖ Cold-blooded

Vossoriya has a troubled past and a rather extreme culture, especially among high society. Ethics have not come to the level they have in Constantia and Severa, and the brutality of recent events have left their mark on the young lass. It's rather alarming to most people how quickly she can go from one of the happiest people in the room to one of the most serious if she gets any ideas of hostility or danger. She doesn't flinch at gore, murder or torture if it comes about, and is very quickly able to seperate her feelings from the equation in a rather psychopathic way.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Some nobles are recognizable due to the way they walk and act. Some are recognizable for the way they dress. Yuliya is both, she immediately stands out as someone who has never worked a field or a market. Lithe and of average height, her skin is immaculate and extremely pale, and her golden blonde hair is in excellent condition, being found in shifting hairstyles depending on her feelings during the day. One thing is for certain though, flowers are a staple. Black tulips, camellia and lobelias are among her favourites as they are a bit more favourable to her home climate, though many new additions have been made since arriving at Ersand'Enise. Her fashion is gaudy and definitely outrageously expensive, ranging from silks from the north to luxuriously soft furs from the Vossoriyan hinterlands. She isn't one to dress for comfort over style though, in fact, she's rather the opposite. She seldom is seen without cosmetics and jewellery, and lives by a mantra from her late mother. "Beauty hurts!"

Outfits!

Standard Royal Garb
Summer Wear and a staple at Ersand'Enise so far.
Religious Wear.

L A N G U A G E S

❖ Vossoriyan - Native.
❖ Old Eskandish - Fluent.
❖ Avincian - Semi-fluent. Written is still a difficulty due to script, and she has a tendency to use old expressions, terms and grammar structures that aren't used anymore, but she is studying hard and it's quickly becoming her second best language.
❖ Habenaki Languages - Fluent spoken, advanced written.
❖ Sycari - Advanced spoken, intermediate written
❖ Hegelan - Advanced spoken, beginner written.
❖ Sawandi - Intermediate
Vossoriya is vast and holds a large amount of people and neighbours. There is no binding tongue in Callanast like there is in Severa and Constantia, and so nobles and especially royals are expected to learn a vast amount of languages to communicate with the wide variety of subjects in and outside of the realm.

T H E G I F T

8.34 RAS | Sanguinaire | Leadvein | Sensemaster | Oceanborn | Thunderchild | Fiendhunter | Blackrot

While the royal has had some formal and private training, she's not received anything close to the education offered at either the Golden Star or Ersand'Enise. What she makes up for in that however, is a rather high RAS score and live combat experience. She's only recently began to dive into school mastery, particularly favouring the arcane and kinetic schools, but also taking a noted interest in Atomic since arriving at the academy and finding out she is eligible.

Magnetic - Apprentice - Has had interest but didn't really catch her attention like the other schools

Arcane - Adept - Used in live combat before, and is proficient with drawing and expelling heat. Has a noted interest in learning more so that she can better stay cool

Binding - Neophyte - Never took interest prior to her brothers ailment due to its restrictions regarding offensive capabilities but is interesting in learning if it has any chance of helping the tethered.

Chemical - Neophyte - There is understanding present, just a lack of practical experience and theory with the school. She may pursue it further given its inherent compatibility with arcane.

Kinetic - Adept - Her most used school in actual combat and the one that she has the most fun and compatibility with.

Atomic - Apprentice - Recent knowledge to the girl and something she's taken a special interest in.

Blood - Neophyte - There is no real difference between blood and binding to Yuliya, at least prior to arrival at Ersand'Enise. Seeing how others fail to make use of it, and it's largely banned status on the twin continents does draw interest..

Temporal - Apprentice - She has witnessed this magic numerous times since arriving here, through powerful users such as Jocasta, Augusto and many of the Zenos in the trials. The idea of being able to return home at a whim excites her and she wishes to learn much more.

Dark - Neophyte - Yuliya has only really witnessed this magic during the trials. With access to the forked tower, she may learn more but most of what she has seen does not particularly interest her. While she is curious, she does not intend to invest significant resources into uncovering such a mysterious school.

B A C K G R O U N D

Born in the Vossoriyan winter, Yuliya was the second child of Tsar Ilyan II, the ruling monarch for 15 years at that point in time. She was a later birth than her much sterner older brother, and seemed to inherit the carefree side of the ruler that he never quite got to express. It's very safe to say that she had a much easier upbringing than her sibling as well. While Andrei went through rigorous training, Yuliya had all the time in the world to pursue the hobbies she wanted. She was made to sit down and learn languages and court etiquette, but the level of free time between them differed starkly. Perhaps deep down, she wished their roles were reversed. For she cared for her elder brother deeply, and wanted to take the weight of responsibility off his shoulders. Some of her fondest memories are sitting beside him, watching him pour over mountains of documents, preparing for the day he would one day wear the oh-so heavy crown. He confessed to her that he didn't quite want to rule, but since he was going to, he would make the best effort he could.

When he went to study in the great academy in Sawand, it filled her with a deep loneliness and wanderlust. She was doted on by her parents, but she too longed for adventure. A different route perhaps, to lighten the load. Heading the same path would not lead to much, but she begun to take a great interest in the history of their land. Of their founding, and of the re-connection that had happened less than a 100 years ago. It was sparse, but occasionally she'd heard of a wealthy merchant or a higher noble sending their child to a similar great academy at court, one that might be larger than Golden Star - Ersand'Enise. She figured this was the route she would take, and she began to pester her parents to no avail. Her father would not have her go so far away, not at such a young age, when she knew so little of the real world.

Tsar Ilyan would come to regret these words, as she began to roam. First the very large estate, then the streets of the capital. Something needed to fill the hole she felt, so she began to explore and get up to hijinks. This was also around the time she'd begun to manifest her gift, which meant that any altercations or trouble she had were swiftly dealt with. Conversely, it also made her a hit at Lednikrayva, even if she was probably a little too young to be there at the time. It did not stop her from developing a taste for wine though. It also shaped her sense of humour into what it is today though.

Not everything in her life was all fun and games. Vossoriya had been experiencing internal turmoil for quite a few years at this point, and the cracks were beginning to show. Many 'princes' wished for a return to the old ways, before Mikhail the Scourge, and a return to the elective monarchy of the past, where their high titles would matter. So they begun to plot and collude. With the very powerful heir to the throne away in a foreign land, they saw their chance and took it. Vast swathes of gunpowder were placed under the royal palace and amplified by a rather proficient chemical user. And fire spread through the surrounding area. They had killed one of their targets, but Ilyan had a diplomatic meeting on the day, and Yuliya was on the streets as usual. Many servants were dead, and the resting pregnant queen had passed in a single blow.

Ilyan was furious. Yuliya was livid. A casus belli had been given to them, and they enacted on it fully. While there was much fighting, it quickly became an execution as many who would have rallied to their side feared the wrath of the Tsar and stood down during the great purge that occurred. Yuliya had lost a lot of her free spirited nature, and bloodied herself well in the conflict, replacing sorrow for rage towards the offenders. They had taken so much from her, it was only right that she repay them in full. It's what their founder would have wanted. An eye for an eye.

Her father was never the same after. He had become a shell of his former self, and stayed in his quarters for days at a time, only leaving to meet with important delegations. As time passed, he became weaker, paler, gaunter. Yuliya grew into a healthy young woman, though she never carried the same joy and spirit that she did before. She still smiled, and laughed, and joked, but she had lost a part of herself when her mother and unborn sibling died. She felt a similar loneliness to the time her brother left, except this time she knew she wasn't going to come back eventually like her brother was. She distracted herself, taking on many of the matters of state that her father had abandoned in his sorrows. She was no expert, but his advisors needed royal decree and she was happy to ease the load of her grieving father. Before long, she'd become used to the lifestyle.

Her reality broke somewhat when her brother came home. But he was not what he once was. Eyes of black flesh and in a chair that moved him, he was no longer what he once was. He didn't stand taller than her, or have the stern but kindly gaze that he once had. It felt.. hollow. Yet, he wasted no time. He rushed from job to job like he didn't want to lose a second. And before long, she found out why. By all accounts, he didn't have long to live. Every magician at Golden Star had said so, confused as to how the tethering had gotten to him so late in his life, or how he'd lost his sight to powergazing long after his birth. It only made her old urges, to travel to Constantia come back. Perhaps there'd be a cure there. For where else did she have to turn.

Her father didn't have the willpower to say no, and her brother was ready to assume the mantle with as many years as he had left. So he gave her the go-ahead under the condition she travelled anonymously. She hugged him one last farewell, and set off on a grand voyage to Ersand'Enise, hoping to save her last friend.

M O T I V A T I O N

Yuliya always wanted to travel to Constantia and Ersand'Enise to both experience things for herself, and make her country a better place. Her most recent motivation is a cure to the tethering, a mana type that has cut her brothers lifespan significantly. She figures if there's not a way to do it in Ersand'Enise or Golden Star, then there is no hope, but she will at least try. She's truly afraid of losing her brother currently, as he is all she has left in terms of close family. Beyond this, she truly wants to make friends. She has met with other nobles and made acquaintances but she's never really made a deep, meaningful friendship, someone that she can count on and that can count on her.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ A large chest of clothes. All are very fine and outrageously expensive. It also includes her hat and footwear collection

❖A jewellery box, featuring much of her late mothers collection and her grandmothers.

❖A very finely crafted flintlock pistol. A gift from her brother to keep her safe. - Currently stolen by Silas

❖Rastvesti(Blossom) - A hegelan greataxe. Engraved with runecraft tailored to her taste, and also imbued with shiny gemstones and a ribbon. Definitely a weird looking weapon but highly effective. (Melted by that bastard Brother Ashe in High Stakes)

❖A large range of cosmetics.

❖A finely crafted journal that she keeps her language practice in as well as notes she takes.

❖The recordbook of Ahn-Shune. It isn't known exactly what this holy artifact of the gods is good for, but it's a holy artifact of the Gods. (1) (Obtained during Roses & Neskals)

❖The egg of a Rosy Thresher: the smallest thresher species, only about two feet in length when fully grown and known for its camouflaging abilities, long-range sensing, and very tasty meat. (Roses & Neskals)

❖A soapstone statuette of St. Yuri, the legendary patron of Sovetskaya in Vossoriya.

❖*Father's Hammer of the Crackling Sky: a solid steel hammer that generates powerful electric currents by passively drawing from its surroundings, making magnetic casting quick and easy. Takes considerable strength to wield and works best with Thunderchildren. May act as a focus. If thrown, returns to its master like a boomerang.*

Snorri's Voyage

Name: Snorri's Voyage.

Item Description: A parasol imbued with a beautiful tapestry from the monks of the Stolizhny Cathedral, it depicts Snorri's Voyage across the Asperic Ocean. It is made out of Monsigneus wing, appearing to be a beautiful black on the exterior and hiding the beautiful passages on the interior. The parasol also has a bladed tip and the handle being made of finely carved and shaped Ivory horn from the great Begemot.

Special Traits:

Light as a Feather- The parasol is designed in such a way that it utilizes Skyborn manas to reduce the users weight and allow them to float and fly should the winds be strong enough. Furthermore, it is an extremely light and dexterous weapon should the situation need be.

All Forms- With the Begemot manas within the parasol it will allow it to change its shape, extend, shrink, curve, sharpen, and anytime the parasol is damaged it will repair itself.

Additive Effect: 16 manas
Mana Type: Assimilator + Lightfoot + Begemot manas
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: Platinum 2
Density: Gold
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Silver

Final Grade: Platinum

Cost Breakdown

Material Costs: Ỽ100 for the metal fixings, a Monsigneus wing section, and a Begemot Ivory Horn Yuliya provides.

Labour Costs: Ỽ22 ⌘5 - Ỽ45 (15 hours @ AA craftsmanship)
-With material properties modifier: Ỽ2/hr x 25 hrs = Ỽ30

Mana Costs: Ỽ60 (⌘4/ml Platinum x 150ml)
Manatype- Assimilator, x5- Ỽ300

Enchantments:
None

Subtotal: Ỽ430

Legal Fees: Ỽ64 ⌘6 (Noteworthy lawyer @ 15%)
Finder's Fee: n/a (Using Ghaven)
Gift Fees: Ỽ4 ⌘3 (Normal Gift gift @ 1%)

Total: Ỽ498 ⌘9

Earrings of the Whispering Wind

Name: Earrings of the Whispering Wind

Item Description: An exquisite pair of silver and emerald earrings that glisten in the sunlight. They seem to sparkle brighter than usual in the sunlight, and react slightly more to the wind, but do not make a sound as they do.

Special Traits: These earrings are designed to alert the wearer to changes in their environment and to incoming presences, hence their placement in a high sensory location.

Additive Effect: 9 manas
Mana Type: Skinspeaker
Longevity: Platinum
Efficiency: 3x Platinum
Density: 3x Platinum
Capacity: 3x Platinum
Attunement: 2x Platinum

Final grade: 3x Platinum

Cost Breakdown

Material Costs: Ỽ4 for the Silver and Emerald.

Labour Costs: Ỽ15-Ỽ30 (10 hours @ AA craftsmanship)
-With material properties modifier: Ỽ2/hr x 10 hrs = Ỽ20

Mana Costs: Ỽ60 (Ỽ6/ml Platinum 3 x 10ml)
Manatype- Skinspeaker, x2- Ỽ120

Enchantments:
None

Subtotal: Ỽ144

Legal Fees: Ỽ28 ⌘8 (Widely-respected lawyer @ 20%)
Finder's Fee: n/a (Using Ghaven)
Gift Fees: Ỽ2 ⌘1 ✤18 (Generous gift @ 1.5%)

Total: Ỽ174 ⌘9 ✤18

210 Magus

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Clever - She's no great prodigy, or genius, but she has a penchant for quick thinking and problem solving.

❖ Physical Specimen - Due to her mana and perhaps her physical training, she's absurdly strong and quick. Far more than an average girl or man her age.

❖ Hard Worker - Yuliya's never been a slouch, even though she's been afforded ample opportunity to be one. She's never abandoned her duty and now more than ever, she's incredibly motivated to find answers to her existing problems.

❖ Master of Parties - No-one throws a party like a Vossoriyan, at least according to Yuli. She's participated in many Lednikrayva and other such festivities, and knows how to make a good atmosphere. Whether these traditions will be as loved as they are back home is yet to be seen, but the skills of being a good socialite remain.

❖ Cold - Yuliya has live combat experience and has no problems striking down people or things she considers to be her enemies. She's capable of hardening her heart to make tough choices and is capable of separating her emotions from the equation if she thinks its necessary.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Vengeful - It's something of a family trait to answer a slight with a slight. Yuliya isn't one for forgiveness and will always answer violence with violence. It's bound to get her in deep shit someday.

❖ Stressed - She's managed to keep it bottled so far in her life, but she's going to burst one day, and it's not going to be pretty.

❖ Heavy Handed - Sometimes, Yuliya doesn't quite comprehend how strong she really is. She's never been good with a pen in her hand, or anything that really required precision. Even handshakes are sometimes troublesome, as a firm grip to her is a vice to another person.

❖ Stubborn - Even though it can get lost sometimes, the spoilt brat from back home is still with her. If she wants something, she's going to do her damned hardest to get it. If she wants to go somewhere, she's gonna go. It takes a fair amount for her to see reasoning beyond her own and she's less than likely to compromise.

❖ Sunlight Sensitive - If there's one thing that Yuli really hates, its the sun. She's pale as a ghost and burns like a marshmallow on an open fire. Even Vossoriyan summer is a bit too warm for her personal tastes, and she's much better suited to the cold. Her hats have served as a mitigation to this issue, but she's going to need heavier duty equipment if she wants to stay outside for extended periods.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Color = Pink
Definitely more of a sweet tooth.
Favourite candy is liquorice.
Attained Oceanborn from Owain the day that Roses + Neskals ended.
Attained Thunderchild from Good Guy Team in Greed disguised as Ymiico
Gained 0.04 RAS from a sonic aberration with Ayla in Aberration Apocalapyse (8.26 to 8.3)
Gained 0.02 RAS from a hungering aberration with Zarina, Kaspar and Ayla in Aberration Apocalypse (8.3 to 8.32)
Lost 0.07 RAS from a Black Aberration due to demonic form (8.32 to 8.25)
Gained 0.09 from a Pulsating Aberration at the end of Aberration Apocalypse
Gained Fiendhunter from the Monkey King Demon during the Demons and Heathens cycle. Her Fiendhunter is weakened and only allows her to be a Quasidemon. The form of the Quasidemon is the beautiful form she rolled during the Aberration Apocalypse.
Gained Blackrot from Nazih in Cold Comfort

Guild + Clubs

Guild:

Magicians’ Guild

Clubs:
Eskandish Circle
The Milliners' Society
Brotherhood of Brew Appreciators
Society of the Grapes
Oath of the Blade
Golden Mushroom Society
Eshiran's Own
Fingersteeplers

E L E C T I V E S

Electives!

NPC Secondary:

Cal'tuuro'jaros

Cal’tuuro’jaros

{Do not fall from your tower, or you will descend into the depths of hell}

18 | Male | Yasoi | Luuntese | Baron | 8.51, ???

P E R S O N A L

{Nickname}: Tuuro, "The Snake",
{Titles}: Son of Marcan'enno'jaros, Provider,
{Honorific} - Provider, Biro

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

{Eyes} - Cyan Blue
{Hair} - White
{Skin Tone} - Pale
{Height} - 7’3
{Weight} - 255 lbs
{Physique} - Stringy but muscular. Swimmer’s build.
{Identifying Features} - A large number of Tet’soi going down from his neck to his wrists.

Cal’tuuro stands tall, primarily as a result of his lineage. The descendant of both Eliis and Arne, he carries himself at an impressive 7’3”, towering over most yasoi and every human he’s ever encountered. He has long white hair that he keeps long but well groomed, obsessively so, and is usually kept in an ornate style. It is perhaps the only part of his person that could come across as gaudy, with various braids, dreadlocks and hair ties keeping it out of the way but together in a nice way. He has quite a striking appearance, with sharp facial features that accentuate his lineage and piercing cyan eyes, although he falls more toward intimidating than handsome on the spectrum of facial features. The large amount of Tet’soi that start from his jaw and end at his wrists do aid this characterization

As for his attire, he dresses well but not gaudily. It is much like that of a merchant, pristine and well fitting, but not so much to stand himself out from others aside from the cleanliness of it. Many of his garbs are multipurpose and allow him to function in a variety of environments, though primarily suited to the often chilly climate of the heights of Tantuura.

B A C K G R O U N D

{Family Ties: Cal’tuuro is a direct descendant of Arne’alton’jaros and Eliis’qarmena’luunetar. One, a member of the famous Æresvaktr, the other who ??? }
Contacts & Relations:
Sinn’uien’luunetar - Estranged uncle, criminal underworld broker.
{Education: ???}
{Employment: ???}
{Accomplishments & Achievements: ???}

I remember when I was a child. Roaming my family's estate, an ancient house of Luuntiil, my ancestors had settled it after the ‘Great Heathen War’ as the huusoi put it. I wasn’t an only child, but I was never close to my siblings. It seems as if no-one on this island is really close to anyone. You could never quite tell what they were thinking, what they were saying and what they really thought of you, but alas, I had a bond. A brother and sister made for fine friends growing up, but I always felt as if I was one step ahead, perhaps because I was just a tad older.

There were many questions in my youth that I asked my mother. Why did the ones they called the yanii till the fields, and why were they happy to do so? I always got the same answers. “Jexoff will do anything if you give them a gold coin.” And I began to think that way myself. I tested it. They’d polish my boots for change, or fetch me food, or do whatever I wished. And they were happy all the while. I wondered exactly why they held this nature, and what exactly were these coins good for? I wouldn’t figure it out for a while. I continued to play. I continued to learn. I continued to exploit.

A touch before I began to become more aware of my surroundings, my manas began to develop. And on my 12th birthday, I was brought to a place that I had seen but never ventured. A field of flowers stretching the horizon as far as the eye can see of various colors. Although it was a few years ago, I remember everything. The sensation of this place was different. A true serenity filled me as I stood upon the ground where my forebears were buried. It was the last memory I have of my home. I haven’t been back since that day. For it was this day that I set out to Tantuura.

When I first saw the spires on the horizon, I thought that the place must have been magical. We lived on the hills, on great raised houses, but the spires dwarfed any building I had seen before. I had heard tales of how great it was from my father, and I had read a great many books that told me of its magnificence, but it had never truly struck me how grandiose it was until my eyes witnessed it. Marvelous white buildings, waterfalls that cascaded into the ocean, a grand bustling port with more ships than the fleet burned at Relouse. I wondered, how did we build such a place?

It would not be long before I would find out. For I was to be a student, and become a Provider, just like my father, and his parents before him. For that was our role, to provide this society to the masses of people that lived here. Whilst there was a considerable huusoi population at the estate, they outnumbered us here. Many seemed happy roaming the streets in drunken stupors, visiting the various brothels and other unsavory establishments. And I learned, both from experience and from my professors, that the yanii were addicted to the earthly pleasures. Many would come across the oceans to this remote little corner of the world to indulge themselves in them. But we were not to partake. We were to better ourselves. That was our role, as stewards of this island, to preserve the paradise that we had created. And so, I bettered myself.

And while I had always had a grasp on things, I learned the specifics. How to prey on their emotions, how to blend in and present myself, how to make myself be trusted by them, the chemicals in their brain that made them happy and how far you can push them before drawing a response. I never doubted why I was learning these things, for I had seen firsthand what they were. A resource for our people, for our paradise. For if we considered them our equals, and lived alongside them as equals, we would fall into the same depths of hedonism and sadism that brought them to this place to begin with. Just like the yasoi who stayed behind. We were prone to addiction and yet, we did not fall as readily and willingly as these beings.

There was a mette’stiroi for a reason I can hardly remember, a spontaneous little event, around the time I was 16 years of age. Perhaps I had gotten tired of the dodo racing, or the tiims’archa, or the discussions of business and class, so I did something unusual for me at the time and took a walk. I ventured outside of the bubble of the academy, and my wandering took me to a section of the city that I hadn’t happened upon before. It was called Tarnaj’imiis, and it certainly was a bit of a puddle. I remember how the white cobble became stained with the mud and the dirty water that had splashed from the nearby coast. I remember how different this place felt to that field of flowers. How anxious it made me feel just being there. I might have been the only Yasoi there. Yet, my feet still dragged across the floor and I continued to maneuver around.

Many were in their houses at that hour, but those who weren’t looked like starving dogs. Like they might have skinned me for a Jin, but they knew what would happen to them on the morrow, so they wouldn’t dare even attempt. But the look in their eyes terrified me. What could make them want the money that bad? Why would they stoop to such lengths? I had never felt such compulsion for coins, but to these people, it was everything. I continued to walk, and think until something disturbed my uncomfortable peace. A scream, one almost certainly from a child. Nothing was illegal in this city, and I had no obligation to go, but my feet seemed to move on their own. I justified to myself that it might have been a yasoi, even though I knew deep down that no yasoi child would be in this settlement. It was an excuse.

What I saw disgusted me. A grubby looking couple, with a girl who couldn’t have been more than ten, seemed to be in the midst of a transaction. I remained quiet for a moment, knowing that it would be beyond my role as a provider in training to intervene if this wasn’t a matter of yasoi. They spoke to a more well dressed yanii, one in Rettanese navy attire, definitely some kind of officer. And I quickly learned the nature of the deal. The girl was being sold, much against her wishes and teary eyes. I watched how the man talked them down, how he persuaded them. I had no reason to stay at this point, but my morbid curiosity couldn’t pull me away. It was like watching a boat sink underwater, and yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The parents had reasoned that their beloved Jie had manas, and would not be sold for any less than 10 BǎiJīn. By the end of the discussions, she was put to sleep with some magic from the naval man and sold for four coins. Both parties walked away, and my morbid curiosity made me obliged to follow the parents. What would they spend their child on? It wasn’t long before they were in the midst of another transaction, this time with a Yasoi gentleman, the first I’d seen in these parts. I took extra care to conceal myself, but I feel as if he knew I was there, watching. Perhaps that’s why he took extra effort to rinse them in the deal he was making. Their daughter's life was spent on a lim of Brandix.

I continued to watch them. I followed them to their little shack and watched their process. I saw the scars on their arms, and I forced myself to watch them create more, as they seeped this strange translucent slimy substance into their wounds. I watched them sink into degeneracy, hallucinating and dreaming of better times. Maybe an hour passed before their high wore off. It was a shit batch. And perhaps the addiction was halted for a moment, as they seemed to realize what they had done. They cried into each other's arms, and cursed the man who had sold the goods to them, who they had sold their child to. They cursed the yasoi, the rettanese, the emperors and the very gods as I watched them sink into the depths of despair. At first, I felt nothing but contempt. But before long, curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help the urge but to speak to them. And so I did.

“Why do you curse us? You got what you wanted. Had it lasted longer, you’d just feel what you’re feeling now tomorrow morning.” I spoke, softly as I usually did, but perhaps a bit more accusatory than usual.

“What the fuck do you want? You come to laugh at us, is that it? You think it’s easy, living down here?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? This is a free place, you can make your own decisions. You made yours, evidently.”

“I.. I did what I had to. You wouldn’t understand. You, and your ivory towers, and your snooty fuckin’ attitudes and your bargaining.”

“You had to do Brandix? Why? Did anyone force you?”

“No… this place… It’s evil. It sucks you in and doesn’t let you leave. Makes you try everythin’. You think it’s just one time, and then you can’t live without it. Jamb’ysp, Puff, Slink and then Brandix. Before you know it, you’re hooked on the shit and being rinsed for every Jin you got.”

I paused for a moment. I’d seen the decadence, I’d seen the parties, and the whores, and the unrestricted markets. But I couldn’t understand. It was all a choice. I’d seldom seen any of my yaluu indulge in these things, and this was evidence why. But I was not so dumb as to feel that these were mere beasts. They felt empathy, and sorrow, and regret for what they’d done.

“So why’d you start? Did you not see us yasoi not participating in the hedonism we allow? Why did you think it was a good idea?”

“Kid, you’re young. You never get the urge to do dumb shit? Hell, you walkin’ through here is dumb shit. We were young too. My pops used to be a noble before some rebellion shit, and he ran away here. Left me a fat inheritance before he kicked the bucket. I was a dumb kid with a lotta cash. Met my wife, went to a buncha parties and just enjoyed ourselves. We told ourselves it was harmless fun. You watch your pals try shit and you wanna hop in. One of yous talked us into the balm.”

He paused to fight back tears. I was beginning to see what was going on.

“Started out at a reasonable price. I had a decent sum of coin left, my residency was still up, I thought fuck it. Maybe I’ll be outta here. Then it kept goin’ up. Bit by bit, I lost everythin’ I had. The addiction, it makes you do shit. You don’t get it, kid. I sold furniture, carpets, anythin’ in my fuckin house for a hit. You don’t realize it’s wrong until after. Then, about a year ago we sold the house. Moved to this little shack. Prices kept on climbin’. We had nothin’ left. Hadn’t had a hit in about a month. Only thing we had left was our lil girl. She had manas, like my pops. I woulda cut my arm off for another hit, but they wouldn’t have it. Told me to go to the navy people, they’d give me a good price for her.”
I sat in silence. The shell had begun to break.

“.. and then, y’know, we did it. We sold our fuckin daughter. For a hit of this shit. We got maybe a couple months left on our residency anyway. Maybe you fucks will kill us. Maybe we’ll go to the hells those fuckin’ Quentics keep talkin’ about. I hope so. I don’t deserve to see her again. “

“Now, you happy? I could blame you fucks, but maybe you’re right. Maybe we are all dumb addicts. Either way, I don’t fuckin’ care. It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothin’ does. Just.. just leave us alone.”

I was stunned. It might have been the first time in my life I didn’t know what to say. It scared me, more than any beast or strong mage. The idea that should I have been in the same circumstances, I might have done the same. Our people had rigorous lessons on how not to fall, but the yanii were not so lucky. My head was beating with pain, rage, sadness, and I could feel the manas in my blood flowing vigorously. Either way, I walked away from that scene with haste, and by the time I’d gotten back, the mette’stiroi was over. I never told anyone what I saw that day, but it didn’t make it possible to forget what happened.

I began to find myself troubled as I bound through this new world I found myself in. Perhaps because I had learned how to be a predator, I could spot others myself. And while I felt a duty to do as my nation needed, it began to sicken me to see such people lead others into depravity for the promise of a few coins. My mother’s words began to resonate in my head. Were we no better than the beasts we had sought to tame this way? Were we not guilty of moral quandary ourselves? The next two years did not go by easily. Any time I gazed from the towers of the school and looked out into the further huusoi temporary settlements and shanty towns, I felt my heartstrings being tugged upon. Sure, they were filth who would sell their own blood for a hit of a drug, but was that a result of the world we had created? How exactly was the other side of the coin? What were the nations of Constantia and Severa like? How did the people of ReTan live? And what was the news that had come from this magic school between the two powers? I’d heard tales of some ‘trials’ taking place, a number of our own participating. Supposedly the next chosen of Vyshta.

With more time, I came to understand why we did what we did. These coins were not simply pieces of metal. They were our lifeblood. Our weapon against a world that wanted to destroy us. I heard of the state of our Constantian brothers, and we were not possessed with the vast landscape our southern neighbors held. Money was everything and we used whatever methods necessary to survive. I also began to understand the state of our nation. The humans were dependent on us, the providers, but we were dependent on foreign outsiders to buy said goods from, and we were also dependent on the yanii to buy the things on the market. For if we lost our consumer base, we would simply be another island sitting out at sea waiting for some imperialist power to gobble us up. And with my heart hardened, I realized that our predatory nature, despite in some ways being morally dubious, was a necessity. It was justified. It had to be, right?

The thought of this school interested me though. There were substances that we paid a large amount for to middlemen. Brandaebbles, spratz, brandix, and the list went on. If we could stop being the middleman, and start being the providers we called ourselves, perhaps our chances of survival would be better. Constantia held all these devilish little addictions, and were I to bring them to our shores, perhaps I would earn the respect that our family so deserves. Perhaps the stain my uncle put on our name would be overwritten by my glorious accomplishments. And so, I went.

L A N G U A G E S

The nature of the island of Luuntiil means that many languages are spoken on the island, and as a result, members of the provider class have to be adept in spoken languages. His understanding of Avincean is seamless, as is his
Tarlonese Yasoi - Native, though Luuntese dialect is distinct from their southern brothers. It incorporates elements of Eskandish and is more notably similar to Constantian Yasoi.
Avincean - Fluent
Rettanese - Fluent
Nikanese - Fluent
Inipori - Fluent
Constantian Yasoi - Semi-fluent. He can speak and write with no problems but sounds a little old fashioned and would not blend in as a native.
Torragonese - Advanced
Belzaggic - Advanced written, intermediate spoken

P E R S O N A L I T Y

{Character (RPG) Alignment}:???

❖ [Silver Tongued] - From an early age, even before he began his formal schooling as a provider, Cal’tuuro has had a way with words. He’s always been able to read the room and know what makes people tick, how to make them feel what he thought was best for the situation. Following his formal schooling, these abilities have only gotten stronger, and he’s a very capable manipulator, being able to effortlessly imitate said emotion himself.
❖ [Cunning] - It would not be a stretch to say that Cal is a very crafty and clever guy. He has plans on plans, always another scheme to follow the next, with backups to boot. And while he has these plans, he’s also an opportunist and not afraid of changing them if something juicy comes up. If he sees something that’s likely to return his investment, he’s likely to exploit it,
❖ [Obsessive] - The true yasoi nature often slips through the cracks of the face he’s made. When he gets excited about something, he gets very excited. When he works on something, he does so tirelessly. It can honestly verge on being crippling. If he tells himself he needs a tidy workspace, he cannot sit down and get things done until every speck of dust and dirt is removed from the premises.
❖ [Introspective] - For a man who portrays what he likes to the outside world, the inside of his head is a place of great inner self reflection and conflict. He spends a lot of time thinking and can often get lost in his own thoughts, especially if he’s on his own.
❖ [Melancholy] - In a world where truth and falsehood live so close to each other, Cal’tuuro has felt a deep sadness in his soul that has not eased with the years. He doesn’t let it slip, but deep inside, he is quite pessimistic about the future and unsure of the ways of the world, and why it is the way it is, and whether it is only his perspective that is flawed. Perhaps his entire reason for going on this expedition was the last shred of hope he had in his soul that perhaps it was only the world he saw that was rotten.

M O T I V A T I O N

❖[ Nihilism ] - What is the nature of the world? Is the truth what we are told? What our eyes see? What we feel? What our ancestors set out before us? Cal’tuuro has to answer all of these questions for himself. Is it the personal experience that the yasoi of the past so desperately sought out, or is true life found in the hedonistic depths of the city that he calls home? He is running out of reasons to try.
❖ [ Fear ] - The shell of what he is has begun to crack, and that deeply scares him. Is he who he thinks he is? Will he remain that way in the coming years? Or is it merely a breach caused by delusion or impulsive thought? Until he knows, he will not be able to rest.
❖ [ Legacy ] - He has a reputation to uphold and rebuild. His family has fallen from the status they once held, and although the city is not built by hereditary ties, reputation and word of mouth are powerful enough to slight the status that his forefathers once held. Were he to drag his uncle back to the path and bring glory and treasure to the isle, perhaps that respect would return.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖[ Manipulator ] - Cal’tuuro is an expert in manipulation, both himself and others. He knows how to maneuver a conversation, how to get people to like him, how to get people to hate him, whatever he needs for the task at hand. Conversely, he can also suppress his emotions or emulate feelings on the surface to other people.
❖[ Intelligent ] - Cal is a borderline genius. He picks up languages effortlessly, is naturally in tune with his magic as a yasoi, and has an excellent memory for things that matter to him such as exchange rates of currency, international shipping laws, trivia, history and the like. Besides this, Luuntiil is a rumor mill. News from across the world ends up on that tiny island, and so he has a large understanding of world events, not limited to one region.
❖[ Prepared ] - Behind every single one of Cal’tuuro’s schemes is another scheme. And should those schemes go awry, there are plans to get back on track, or divert himself from disaster, or flee if necessary. Cal plans everything, he never forgets where he puts himself and he wouldn’t dare walk out his dorm without everything he needs for the day.
❖[ Disciplined ] - There is a distinct focus in Luuntese culture about self improvement. They are obsessed by it. Whilst many yasoi are addicted to the more hedonistic ways of life, Luuntese will spend their entire life training their magic, attempting to make money, exercising their body, reading, whatever it is that can make them a better person. Cal’tuuro has picked this up in stride. It does not matter how he feels. If a particular action is to benefit him, he does it, without complaint.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖[ Self doubt ] - There is the inkling in his mind that perhaps he is a monster, a horrific person, that he too could commit heinous actions just like a yanii could. It stops him from ever going near hard substances, but it also stops him trying a lot of new things in fear that he too could lose control of himself. There is always a voice telling him that he isn’t special, or different, just lucky.
❖[ OCD ] - Cal’tuuro has it bad. He tries not to let it distract him, and while he is largely successful in these endeavors, there are times where he cannot stop himself from becoming irritable or enraged as a result of this disorder being triggered. He attempts to mitigate this by making sure that his clothes are spotless, that everything he packs for the day is in a specific place and sticking to an organized, structured routine but he does not handle things being out of line very well. It is why when his plans are disturbed by outside interference, that he can lose himself to irrational feelings if he does not mind himself.
❖[ Fearful ] - Not only does he fear what he is, and what he will become, he also fears death. Greatly so. And combat, for that matter. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how much control over the gift you have, a stray bullet can hit you, the person can be stronger than you anticipated, other variables come into play. He will not engage in violence unless it is necessary, he has a contingency and believes he can win. Otherwise, he’ll do whatever he can to de-escalate the situation or flee.
❖[ Skewed worldview ] - He has lived his entire life up until this point on an island with the worst of society and his yasoi brothers and sisters. His perception of humans, hegelans, eeiako is vastly different from the norm and he has a high level of underlying racism, though he’s not so keen as to let it show openly. Not while he can still profit from their existence.

T H E G I F T

❖ [ Arcane ] – [0. Neophyte ] - There's not much purpose for this school as present for him currently. He uses it very sparingly to slightly increase the heat of reactions, but until further precision is needed, he wont find himself studying it much.
❖ [ Binding ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Cal does not practice binding, as it is not taught where he is from. He practices unfettered blood magic, and is missing many of the healing capabilities that binding offers as a result of it being a largely diluted, tamed form of magic. Unless his escapedes with Blood lead him to trouble, he will avoid and not participate in this fraudulence.
❖ [ Chemical: Internal ] – [ 4. Journeyman ] - Cal’tuuro’s specialty. He’s an expert chemist, he knows what chemicals make people feel emotions, what doses are required, and how to use synthesize reactions to produce certain substances. It is his bread and butter.
❖ [ Kinetic ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Unlike most Yasoi, Cal is not swinging around trees or requiring a great amount of movement. Luuntiil is very urbanized and as such, he has never seen much reason to particularly specialize his knowledge in this school, though he'll get round to it eventually should he find a use.
❖ [ Magnetic ] – [ 1. Novice ] - Cal'tuuro employs this as a sort of tertiary specialization. A lot of chemical reactions rely on a slight electrical charge and his knowledge is known for this specialty.

❖ [ Atomic Magic ] – [ 1. Novice ] - He's capable of explosions. Big ones do not serve his interest in the slightest.
❖ [ Blood Magic: Synthesis ] – [ 2. Apprentice ] - To Cal'tuuro, binding was a necessity to learn. Not only for the synthesis of material, and building, but also for the matter of healing ailments and adjusting minute details. His form of healing and repairs is much less friendly and comforting than the binding used within the quentic nations, and to him and most other yasoi, binding is just a neutered, diluted form of the true school.
❖ [ Temporal Magic: Localization ] – [ 2. Apprentice ] - When most think of this largely forbidden and unknown school, they think of it in the large scale. Grand acts of pausing time, and leaping across the world, resetting timelines and the like. And while Cal could eventually be capable of some of these feats, his specialization within this school is small, localized pauses in time. A chemical reaction that's been delayed for a second can produce vastly different results than standard. Slowing the speed of ingestion, or a small piece of matter, or increasing the speed of synthesis can all vary things massively. It's by far the school hes put the most work into, despite his better ability in Chemical simply because of the time investment required, though his blood ties and yasoi nature have definitely helped him advance quicker than most. That being said, he's also a decently capable teleporter.
❖ [ Dark Magic ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - He's heard of the tarlonese employing it, but it seems to be a force far beyond his comprehension, and something he's quite frankly not interested in dealing with.
❖ [ Command ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Has heard rumours, and is honestly quite interested in it, but it seems to be something that is extremely closely guarded. Would he to gain access however, it would fascinate him so.
❖ [ ??? ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - ???
{Special Abilities}: ???

I N V E N T O R Y

{Wealth}: 500 Magus
{Pets & Hobbies}: None
{Inventory} Cal’tuuro did not bring much to Ersand’Enise. Most of his possessions are located at his home, and they mostly consist of various useless trinkets and treasures, but he does not like them being out of their place. He did however bring the only weapon that he owns.

Amant Silencieux

Name: Amant Silencieux (Silent Lover)
Item Description: An ornate looking gun that seems to be more of a show piece than a weapon, however don't let that fool you, you might never get to make that mistake again.

Special: Any time Amant Silencieux would fire, it will draw from the sound, light and heat energy it would produce when fired and disperses them elsewhere to act as cover.

Additive Effect:5% Increase
Mana Type: Standard
Longevity: Gold
Efficiency: Silver
Density: PLatinum
Capacity: Gold
Attunement: Steel

Final Grade: Gold

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Color = Cyan

[Creative Chaos]

Leander

Leander Keraunos

”The journey of a thousand miles starts with one step. Every step after is where things get exciting.”

Age: 16 | Male | Thalak | Merchant | RAC: 6.42

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖Inventive
❖Adventurous
❖Level-headed
❖Curious
❖Flexible

Leander Keraunos is many things. Creative is, without a doubt, one of them. Stable might be stretching it. The young man isn’t too crazy, but his high energy and near constant static tend to unnerve most, much to his general amusement. Despite this, Leander (or just Andy) greatly enjoys an audience, loving to show off the latest spell he’s been testing, or just having a nice conversation with big groups. He loves a crowd, and loves seeing new things and interacting with new people even more.

L A N G U A G E S

Leander is a native Thalak speaker. He’s fluent in Avincian and Perrench, and can hold a conversation in Torragonese. The Keraunós merchant family is very keen to make sure their family is fluent in many languages to make trading and selling with their business partners and customers go smoothly. Andy wants to learn every language he can, in order to make talking to people easier.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Leander stands a little under six feet with slightly tanned skin, light blonde hair, and blue eyes that have a oddly soft glow. Not even Andy knows the reason, but he thinks it’s alright, so he doesn’t question it anymore. If one were to take a good look at his body, they’d notice his lanky appearance, a result of Leander’s general lack of physical training. And then they’d notice several jagged scars along his arms and legs, and a deep burn on his left side. If asked about them, Andy would simply reply that they’re his own fault and try to change the flow of conversation.

Leander’s most notable accessory is a woolly red scarf he wears at any time, regardless of dress code or weather. He considers it his most sacred possession, the only thing he takes everywhere. Besides that, Andy dresses in casual attire consisting of canvas jackets and cotton shirts. When out and about, he wears a belt with a holster for his flintlock, and a canvas shoulder pouch for holding random stuff, such as chiseling tools, snacks, and his favorite weapon: a set of thick iron spikes.

T H E G I F T

6.42 RAS - Thunderchild

Magnetic (Tier 3):

Easily the most versatile tool in Leander’s tool-belt, to a point that it’s become central to his daily life and style of fighting. Leander trained his Magnetic magic to etch iron with precise electric shocks, and honed it further to give him the ability to walk on almost any surface and even throw needles coated with lightning. Most of his utility spells work in conjunction with his Kinetic magic, aiding in Andy’s mobility by letting him walk and keep his balance even while walking on walls and floating in the air. On the combat side, his erratic movement patterns and use of iron spikes let Leander attack with controlled arcs of electricity, although his manic nature makes this less precise than it could be.

Kinetic (Tier 1):

Andy likes to encompass a lot of his understanding of the world in a interactive way. He’s always loved the feeling of freedom, and his magic reflects this, mainly using it to complement his Magnetic and Arcane abilities. On the Magnetic side, it lets Leander “skate” over surfaces by pushing himself telekinetically while he’s floating with Magnetic magic, letting him avoid ground-level obstacles and fly. But on the Arcane side, his Kinetic control coupled with flintlock shots lets his rounds move at rapid speeds, even stabilizing and swerving them to keep them on track. Even without weapons, the use of Kinetic magic enhances Andy’s punches with extreme force.

Arcane (Tier 1):

The last school of magic he started studying. This school more or less acts as an amplifier for what he can already do. The most useful ability for him has probably been to manipulate heat to increase the speed of his pistol shots, as well as infusing light and electricity with his spikes to make what he calls Thunder Lances.

B A C K G R O U N D

Leander comes from the Keraunós merchant family, a family of Thalak ironworkers renown for detailed iron statues and repairing the ironworks of ships. From a young age, Andy used his Thunderchild affinity for Magnetic magic to help his family with their work, learning alongside his older cousins, brothers, and parents. When he was 11, him and his mother were caught in a dust explosion inside the family workshop, blinding his mom and burning Andy’s side. His pursuit of entertaining people comes from this incident, loving to see people laugh and smile at the things he makes and does. Leander’s home is tight knit, with both immediate and extended family living and working together.

Andy was sent to Ersand’Enise Academy to promote himself and the Keraunós family, as well as learn to control his magic. One of the last things Leander was given before headed of was a woolly red scarf. The scarf is something extremely important to Andy, as it’s the last thing his mother made before going blind.

M O T I V A T I O N

Leander wakes up ready to entertain and learn, with varying degrees of sway between the two. He finds Ersand’Enise Academy to be a very interesting opportunity, and loves the thrill of new and strange people and magic. Andy’s goal is to perfect his magic so he can help out in his family’s business. The only thing that worries him is disappointing people. Because of this, he goes to great lengths to keep it in pristine condition and put smiles on people’s faces.

I N V E N T O R Y

Andy’s Personal Stuff:

Leander wears his red scarf at almost all hours of the day, considering it more important than even his life. He also carries a dozen or so thick iron spikes, about 15mm (6 in) long. These are Andy’s main method of self defense, so he keeps at least six on him when not in combat.

Andy’s Dorm Supplies:

Andy has a set of chiseling tools, pens, and Ỽ2 ⌘5 in a locked box in his dorm. On special occasions, he has a brown top hat and a white button up hanging on a coat rack. Aside from those, he has a few history books, atlases, and fairytales on a small mahogany shelf.

Major Find(s): Wand of the Last Thunder King: an ornate and ancient wand, Zaqhory in origin and inscription, but with an unusual type of craftsmanship that appears to be both Hegelan and Nikanese. Boosts all casting power by 5%, arcane by 10%, and magnetic by 20% (19)

Money in the Bank:

⌘20

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖Persistent
❖Honest
❖Innovative
❖Passionate
❖Social

Leander finds great joy in seeing things come together, whether it’s a detailed statuette or simply a idea working out after several attempts. As such, he loves finding new ways to help people improve, as well as new methods to do old practices.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖Mania
❖Monophobia
❖Rebellious
❖Stubborn
❖Impulsive

Despite his general happy nature, there are few things that set Leander off. Andy absolutely despises limitations to his creativity, even when the limits are there for safety. In his eyes, nothing comes before innovation. This coupled with his manic nature make him a volatile person to keep around in an overly controlled environment. Even keeping him alone is a risk, since he hates when there’s no one around.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S
Andy wears a set of iron bands on his wrists as focus wards, letting him throw arcs of lightning by giving his spikes and the bands opposite charges.

Hex Codes

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[McKennaJ71]

Niallus

Niallus Saberhagen

"Ashes to Ashes."

18 | Male | Eskandish | Noble | 8.17

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Loyal]
❖ [Kindhearted]
❖ [Charming]
❖ [Intelligent]
❖ [Focused]

He is the only child of a noble family that is specific with military use. His family name has some reputation, but Niallus doesn't let it get to him. Since his parents were always away, he was raised by his Grandfather. As a result, some of his personality comes from his grandfather. A kindhearted person who is grateful for what he has, since he knows that he could have a lot less in his life. He walks through life at times with a smile on his face. Never afraid to listen to his friends' problems, also to see if there is anything he can do to help them. A bit of a slacker at times, however he pulls it together when it's an important matter. Fond of interacting with people no matter what race or gender, or spending time with friends.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Standing at 6.5 inches, having some muscle to his build due to his training. His skin tone is a little pale, with his brown hair that just goes past his neck. his bright blue eyes. Most of appearance is in the picture above. The coat he wears was a gift from his family. A ring on the ring finger of his left hand that has binding magic to it.

L A N G U A G E S

He's natural in Eskandish, while he's fluent in
Perrench, Revidian and Torragonese. While passable with Virangish and Belzaggic. Since his family travel around they use to take him with them. He has a tendency to get some mixed up with others.

T H E G I F T

His Gift allows him to forge blades of light with his Arcane. Once while training with his grandfather, he managed to summon one and burned some of his training equipment. Concerned about hurting people, he asked his grandfather to help him control it to some extent since he's the only other person who can also do it. So after Niallus trained physically and worked on his Gift under the guidance of his grandfather. When she could, Astrid taught him the basics of Kinetic magic to help him.

He's now able to summon two blades at once, while summoning little daggers that can float round him and are able to launch them at targets. from his mother he can move faster and is more resilient. But he feels like he can learn so much more.
Spell tiers.

Arcane: 4
Most of his spells for arcane involve him using Arcane swords. There are is one spell he summons multiple swords, that can be used in offense and defense, however they shatter after defend against one attack. He has other Arcane spells that he can use, however his tier is too low.

Kinetic: 3
Most of his kinetic spells are to help him with evasion, defending and enhancing his strikes.

Chemical: 1
From his classes he's able to preform low level chemical spells that hopefully will help him.

Atomic:1
Through his training in Arcane he managed to get some training in Atomic, but if he wants to know it that will take some time for him.

Dark: 1
After some training with his grandfather after Nox Arcanum. Niallus was finally trained in his family's secret. Dark magic, but since they were pushed for time, he was only able to have tier 1 for it.

B A C K G R O U N D

Born to Astrid and Erik Saberhagen, his name is given from Astri's closest friend, who died a couple of days before he was born. Since he was supposed to be his Godfather they thought a namesake would suffice. Niallus didn't really spend time with his parents who travel across the lands, mostly Callanast handling matters for security and military. At least that's what his Grandfather said to him. This originally started with his Grandfather Eivor Saberhagen. They would come back for a few weeks and then leave once again, Niallus was safe in Eivor's care. Through some connections, Niallus's education was handled by his Grandfather. When it came to his parents it used to upset him that they kept leaving, then came back. But as he got older he realised that the work they do was important.

Hearing tales from his grandfather growing up always excited him, he always wanted to make his own way. So, Eivor trained him on how to defend himself. Every day for an hour, they would train with sticks so he wouldn't get hurt. He was left with a couple of bumps but he kept at it. At 13 his gift awoke while training, accidentally summoning an Arcane sword a trait that his family have, on record for his family he is the youngest to do this. So Eivor was convinced that he would be far greater than he ever was. When his parents found out when they came back once, mostly for parts of the house we were burnt from them sparring.

Eventually Niallus relationship with his father started to deteriorate, Erik became more irrational. Making enemies with other nobles. A Zeno made an offer to Erik for an arranged marriage Niallus when they reached the age of 21. He was reluctant at first, However Niallus managed to get a way out of it and that's if he is already married before he is. However he was uncooperative giving up that reason, but given the situation and danger his family is in he agreed to it. The only problem is he'd rather marry someone he loves rather than a stranger.

His family spend time training a militia that Eivor started up when he was younger, trained them to be bodyguards for lower noble families. Sometimes they even her hired by higher noble families to help with extra manpower on escorts but normally those roles are reserved for the higher ups or the soldiers who are trustworthy and can get the job done. Sometimes the soldiers that they have just do patrols around the Eskand border, protecting it and it's people from threats.

At 18 Eivor told him the secrets of the Saberhagen family, how their family destroyed itself in fighting based on how wanted to side with the king while others did not, how originally they were considered to be high nobles from the time Odin served as a bodyguard for the king during the collapse of the kingdom centuries ago. They were given the opportunity to live as lower nobles, given that the knowledge at the time, could put them in danger, the king agreed to this but under these conditions
Use the knowledge that Eivor learnt to protect those who are in danger, Pass it down through the generations so they'll always have a protector in case of emergency. Another was a letter from the king, stated that it would restore their family back to High nobility once again, everything is in order, it just needs the first name. Lastly is access to the Saberhagens treasury, that's been around from when Odin was alive. It has been untouched by anyone, in case one would eventually appear.

Now there are four people that they know of that bare the name Saberhagen. As well as the magic that Niallus will be taught, thats been a secret since Eivor was younger, since it was him that made it. Eivor wants Niallus to make sure he's ready for this, after all dispelling Aberrations is what's killing Erik. But Erik lacked the training to protect him since he abandoned it because of overconfidence. He is confident that Niallus will be able to do it, so much in fact since he has access to the treasury, maybe even give him the choice that'll change his life.

M O T I V A T I O N

The thrill of questing and adventure makes him think back to his dream when he was a child. He wants to see the world and help people, something in him wants to strive to protect the people that are prescious to him. He knows how cruel and corrupt the world can be from listening to his grandfathers story's, so he wants to strive to see a change that effect the whole world, whether bring peace or destruction.

I N V E N T O R Y

351 magi on himself

2500 magi saved up in a bank.

A silver pocket watch that belonged to the person who he was named after.

A couple of healing potions

Rewards from the trials:
A mysterious compass. It doesn't seem to point north. Engraved in the brass plate on the back are the letters 'VISOED'.

A Juvenile Crackclaw thresher named Terra.

A Albino Harlequin kite dragon named Albion.

A deed to a one hundred-fifty square miles along the Dragonspine Mountains of southern Eskand.

A block of ice that seems to have a silhouette of something inside it.

A Primordial Egg.
Enough fuming Obsidian Thick residue for one medium item.

Runic-imbued Trident of the Ocean Lord.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖Swordmans skills
❖ Athletic
❖ Patient
❖ Social
❖ Adaptable

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Reckless at times
❖ Easily Embarrassed
❖ Low arsenal of spells
❖ Sometimes lazy

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

He's left handed.

[Ziegenkonig]

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N A Z I H I Q B A L

"Life will always seek renewal through decay"

17 | Male | Firrazene | Noble | 7.18

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Abrupt]
❖ [Honest]
❖ [Stubborn]
❖ [Prudent]
❖ [Unostentatious]

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

The first thing most notice of Nazih is his statuesque physique, sculpted from many sweltering days laboring under the hot Firrazene sun. The second would be his towering height at 6ft, his face more often than not angled downwards. Short black hair, clean shaven, tired eyes framed with thick brows and a wide jaw. Despite living in the driest (and dustiest) region of the desert, he is always impeccably clean. For formal events Nazih dons clothes typical of FiRrazene nobility, but for everything else comfort and function take priority.

L A N G U A G E S

Zaqhory - Native Tongue
Inipori - Mostly fluent, semi-literate
Torragonese - Fluent & Literate
Avincian - Mostly fluent, semi-literate
Belzaggic - Basic knowledge and understanding, not quite fluent.

T H E G I F T

_{7.18 | Blueblood}

❖ Chemistry ~ Adept

❖ Binding ~ Novice

❖ Atomic ~ Novice

For much of his life, Nazih's intended path was that of a warrior; one to reign destruction on his family's enemies as the first to have a capacity greater than seven in three generations. His elders sought to teach him destruction; corrosives and explosions. Form him into a weapon to be directed at their enemies. But Nazih's interest and talents lay elsewhere. Knowing his RAS not enough to reach his family's goals or give his people justice he focused on the intricacies of chemical magic; the strange forces keeping molecules in place and how re-arranging them could create something else entirely.

In the desert, the cheetah lives for three years, and the camel lives for nine. When it comes to plant life, even less so. Farming in the deep desert is near impossible without magical intervention. Foreseeing the stagnation of his people through their inability to produce enough food to grow, Nazih begun seeking other solutions. While working towards developing a water retention method for the dry soil and analyzing his inability to grow things, he discovered that one could vastly accelerate the decomposition process of any organic material. Using a careful mix of chemistry magic and binding, Nazih managed to increase the nitrogen-generation of composting materials to incredible levels, fast-forwarding a process that would normally take months to only a few days.

B A C K G R O U N D

Born to the Iqbal house of Firraz, in the desolate lands they still called Zaqhorya, to a lineage still burdened by the consequences of the crusades of Torragon. Most Zaqhory had been slaughtered, and the lucky ones; a sizeable chunk of the Iqbal included, survives long enough to see the forming Firraz after the desecration of their homeland. Nazih is no exception to his people's pride, taking solace in his noble duties to revitalize the vast inhospitable deserts his family had been given domain over. Included in these duties were the harvest tours; during the planting and harvest seasons, anyone capable of assisting by magical means would travel the deserts and aid each settlement. This of course meant anyone of noble blood and able body would tour as well, as very few magical bloodlines remained after their homeland was violently ripped from their family.

It was long, grueling work that aided in Nazih developing an impressive physique. Recognizing the desert's inability to sustain long term human settlements, he realized something needed to change. It didn't help that he seemed to have an aversion to green; any plant he sought to nurture would quickly wilt and die. So he was instead delegated to other manual labor among the stall and cattle far from any planted crops. Frustrated and confused with his inability to help his people the way they needed, he begun experimenting to find the root cause of the phenomenon. Many late nights lit by the desert moon and lantern-light were spent analyzing the sparse remains of his family's magical equipment and records. Over time he developed a unique respect for his handicap, beginning to understand the practical and philosophical importance of decay in the circle of life.

This eventually resulted in Nazih developing rudimentary decomposition magic, a vitally important asset to his people's farms. Where a normal supply of compost would normally rot for six weeks to a year, his techniques cut the time to mere days. But, teaching the few other Zaqhory mages how to use his method magic proved to be an uphill battle for Nazih. For so long, the Iqbal people had been harboring a deep anxiety around keeping things alive in their harsh environment. Now they had to be taught that to bring life into their home, they must master life's eternal enemy: decay. It didn't help that such magic was a cultural taboo, as many saw the forced decomposition as a blight against nature, and therefore a threat to the dreamer's sleep. Regardless of their deeply rooted beliefs and traditions though, as the crops grew back stronger and stronger each year it became impossible to argue against him.

Despite the short-sighted nature of some of the family members and population, the head of the Iqbal chose to recognize the unique potential before her. Wishing to further develop Nazih, she ordered him to travel to Ersand'Enise and study within the Academy of Thaumaturgy. In-between his protests, as Nazih would rather stay and have a more active hand in developing his people's land, she pushed for him to acknowledge the potential benefits. Having a powerful Alta at their disposal would be well worth the substantial damage to the Iqbal's coffers, and further serve their overall plans. In the end, Nazih could find no flaw in her reasoning, and reluctantly agreed.

The Iqbal's overall goal has always been to retake their birthright that was wrenched from their hands so many years ago. Until Nazih improved their harvests, this was merely a dream; but now, with population growth in sight and a promising loyal mage training to become an even greater asset, they could finally plan for the vengeance they deserved. Particularly in Nazih's case, his mission was to develop and discover magic that could further strengthen his family beyond simply increased harvests. Similarly holding the steadfast determination the of his people, he already possessed a host of ideas; but lacked the necessary knowledge to act on them.

As Nazih began traveling towards the Academy, leaving his homeland behind for the first time, he was filled with contradicting feelings. Intensely worried about the state of his hid people, but excited for the vast knowledge he would soon have at his fingertips. Overall he knew that this was one of the only paths that could result in the Zaqhory retaking their birthright, and with that thought at the forefront, he strode on with purpose.

M O T I V A T I O N

The quest to revitalize the Firrazene lands, and in turn the Zaqhory people. Beyond that, his natural yearning to comprehensively understand what makes things tick is more than enough to keep him on track. And yet, despite the amazing opportunity, he still harbors a sense of guilt for what his family and people will have to sacrifice to have him enrolled; which while anxiety inducing does serve as a strong motivator.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ Brass Knuckles
❖ Exceptionally maintained Noble garbs
❖ Loose comfortable clothes
❖ Large bag full of cleaning supplies, along with a collection of chemical components
❖ A jar of dirt

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Physical prowess
❖ Inquisitive
❖ Well-educated and well-spoken
❖ Highly Motivated

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Compulsively Clean
❖ Prejudiced
❖ Tunnel Vision
❖ Very bad with plants

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

BB Colour code = D2691E

[BlackRoseSiren]

Esmi'nesta'tawaar

Esmi'nesta'tawaar

| Female | Yasoi (Mycormish) | Respected | RAS 7.5

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Intelligent]
❖ [Kind Hearted]
❖ [Quiet Nature]
❖ [Sensitive]
❖ [Affectionate]

She's a mild mannered, quiet Yasoi, with a soft tone of voice. When addressing people professionally she always seems to show them respect. It brings her peace being outdoors and being with nature. She seems so sensible, mature on the surface. Mostly from looking after her two siblings while her parents were away on business in other lands.

Her responsibilities were fairly simple for her from looking after her siblings when needed, helping her parents around their little shop, by treating people, or just selling supplies. Lastly, gathering herbs from the swamps and collections that can be used for future benefit. She doesn't need gratification for helping others, it's just part of her goodwill nature.

One of her personality traits that's a problem is that she's incredibly shy around strangers, especially around races that aren't of her own kind. Wanting to discuss and interact with other races but she lacked the confidence, then would often run away in a response if it gets too much for her. She shows more of a bubbly personality when with her friends and family. At times she's able to show confidence mostly because she's more focused on trying to help someone, so she doesn't have time to think for herself.

At heart, she knows she isn't able to show her full potential, but because of her lack of confidence in herself and poor social skills it proves to be extremely difficult for her. Hopefully she'll be able to overcome this and become the person people know she can be.

L A N G U A G E S

She's a natural in her native tongue, because of the language books she's been given as gifts from people she's helped over the years. She is passable in Perrench, Revidian, and Kerreman. Can also make small conversation in Avincian.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Standing at 5ft 7 inches, she's quite small by Yasoi standards; most of her appearance is split into pictures, such as face and outfit.

T H E G I F T

Mana Type Moodcaster
These manas are affected by the biochemicals in the bloodstream, with different emotions boosting facets of casting such as capacity, drawing speed, casting speed, efficiency, or containment.

Binding: tier 3.
Binding being the main types of her clan's magic, they're mostly specialists in healing injuries rather than using the other fields of Binding magic.

Chemical: tier 3:
Chemical is the Second type of magic that her family teaches. She's able to enhance people, improve their overall abilities, as well as be able to inflict poison to her enemies and is able to remove poison from her allies.

Arcane: tier 3.
She learnt Arcane magic as a way to at least defend herself when she can't use her other magics. So she knows only a couple of spells. Such as Wyvern's breath and Light of Ahn-Shune as well as some Illusion spells.

Blood: tier 1
She learned this through having tier 3 in Binding.

Atomic: tier 1
She learned this through having tier 3 in Chemical.

B A C K G R O U N D

Esmi is the first born to her clan. They have been dealing with healing and poisons for centuries. Her clan is well respected by the other Yasoi. Her clan values are fairly simple, to help people.

However they have mostly spent time in Mycormi, only her parents rarely setting foot outside their region. Most of their business comes from other Yasoi or from travellers passing through. Her family's trade was providing healing with magic, or selling potion, antidotes and even poisons. Esmi showed a lot of interest in helping her family gather herbs to help with making antidotes, but she was anxious to greet some of the non-Yasoi customers, so she kept her distance. So, some customers would often give her a little gift for showing maturity for helping her family to prove that they are not dangerous to her. She would get little trinkets from them, even books on how to speak various languages, she was even given a magic book on how to use Novce Arcane.

When she was able to use her magic she wanted to help even more, applying her Binding magic to help heal small cuts on animals, when she progressed she tried healing on people, which she used a lot in her two younger siblings since they always had bumps and scrapes.

Throughout the years of learning with her clan's business she was able to use Chemical magic to enhance people's abilities. Sadly she doesn't have the heart to hurt people, but she'll defend herself if needed. Sometimes if it is needed, she would venture out into the southern swampy part of Mycormi to get her herbs and check for people who are hurt.

While her parents go out on ventures, they can be days away, so Esmi would look after her parents clinic, while looking after her siblings, but they would often work in unison, she would help heal the people who needed while her siblings helped with other things to relieve the burden from Esmi. But luckily she had a friend called Casii who helped lift her spirits when she was feeling down. In fact it was Casii who suggested that Esmi should join, for the experience for adventure and the idea to up her confidence.

Eventually her parents told her the truth on why they travel and deal with other races even though it's frowned upon by many Yasoi. The reason is so that they can help cure their people from the Aberration addiction. They didn't tell her the truth because they knew she'd immediately want to help, from what they said that there was a solution that was found, but they haven't been able to even find it. So Esmi volunteered herself to go help find this solution, they flatly refuse saying the outside world is too dangerous for her.

M O T I V A T I O N

Her main reason for wanting to leave her and join Ersand'Enise, is mostly to see the world. As much as she loves her siblings and parents, but from hearing the stories that Casii wrote to her about her adventures, she's filled with wide eyed ambition she wants to set out to make her own mark on the world, to make her family proud. But with what her family is doing, trying to help their people, this is more of a priority to help find a cure for the Aberration Addiction that has plagued Yasoi for so long. Since they won't let her go because it's too dangerous for her, she leaves without saying a word to them, she's doing this for her family and her people.

I N V E N T O R Y

100 magi
A makeshift first aid kit her family put together for her to use. It's filled with bandages to help people or herself.
A mortar an pestle.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Botany
❖ Poison resistance
❖ Healing/Enhancement skills
❖ Alchemy

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Low Confidence
❖ Cute animals
❖ Large Crowds
❖ Not really a fighter.

Colour: Purple

[Force and Fury]

New NPCs__________ ____ ___ __ _

Rikard Ambrus

R I K A R D A M B R U S

A mystery is just a question that doesn't have an answer... yet.

14 | Male | Budesrnish | Noble | 7.74

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Relentless / Stubborn]
❖ [Inquisitive / Nosy]
❖ [Impish / Pesky]
❖ [Overwhelmed / Fearful]
❖ [Gutsy / Reckless]

Rikard is a paradox in many ways: young and very much wet-behind-the-ears, he often comes across as overwhelmed and a bit fearful, but there are moments when he is possessed of an almost reckless determination. When fixated on something, he is a relentless pursuer of it, and a fiendishly eager student. Not quite so naive as he looks (though not quite as worldly as he wishes), the boy is very much fond of the snappy rejoinder and of experimentation for its own sake. Magic is fun for Rikard, when he's given some free reign to learn it as he desires. Beyond that, he's... well... young. His nervousness at being the most junior of students makes war with his impulse to get up to all sorts of mischief, and he can be a pretty slippery character (though not quite as slippery as he likes to think) at times.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

A barely fourteen-year-old boy on the cusp of puberty, Rikard sports a mop of thick black hair that is consistently just unruly enough to resist attempts at cohesion unless attacked with a comb. His eyes are grey brown and he tops out at about five feet on the nose. He's a fairly handsome kid, but still very much a kid. He is also very much a fan of dressing like a 'real thaumaturge' and goes to some pains on account of it, often throwing in random fashion choices on the rule of 'they look cool'.

L A N G U A G E S

Rikard is flawlessly fluent in his mother tongue of Budesrnish, as well as Avincian. As a result of learning the second tongue, he is passable in both Revidian and Torragonese as well. His Perrench is strong, though accented, and he knows a few simple phrases and can read Enthish and Belzaggic to some extent.

T H E G I F T

There is little doubt, or so Rikard has been told, that he will pass that magical number of 8.00 in RAS Capacity once he hits his big growth spurt. In truth, he isn't all too worried about that. All that the boy can really concern himself with is the study of magic. He has been a relentless pupil of Magnetic and Kinetic magic and particularly of the synergies between them. He is considered somewhat (and only somewhat) of a prodigy in that regard and has also dabbled in the Arcane school. As a distant relative of the legendary Hugo Hunghorasz, there are, of course, other magics potentially at his disposal. He has been seen to be wary of those, however.

❖ Magnetic: Journeyman
❖ Arcane: Apprentice
❖ Binding: Neophyte
❖ Chemical: Neophyte
❖ Kinetic: Journeyman
❖ Atomic: Neophyte
❖ Blood: Neophyte
❖ Temporal: ???
❖ Dark: ???
❖ Command: Neophyte
❖ Primordial: lol

B A C K G R O U N D

If Rikard has to hear, one more time, how greatly he reminds people of his famous ancestor, Hugo Hunghorasz, he will kinetically slap whoever says it across the face or pull down their breeches in public. He swears it. He swears it every time! Sometimes, he actually does it, later on, if the consequences aren't too great. The truth is that, while he's flattered by the comparisons, they just feel weird. For starters, Hugo isn't even his ancestor. He's distantly descended from the recently-deceased paradigm's younger brother, Sandor. Then there's the matter of Hugo's legacy being more or less impossible to live up to. Finally, there are all these people talking as if they really know both him and this great-great-great-uncle of his. It's just... awkward.

Mostly, Rikard's lived an unremarkable life. There's no tragedy here. He's the son of a minor baron, scarcely above landed gentry, but his ancestry earns him respect, and his family's always been pretty good with the Gift. He's a regular sight around town and trains with the sons of knights, merchants, and artisans. He's a proper noble, but doesn't really see the point of looking down on people unless their behaviour warrants it. His family's funds were enough for a practical education and even some of the more airy stuff, and he took to it eagerly. In general, the boy just likes learning... a lot, and by any means necessary. He's known to bite off more than he can chew, and his bold inquisitiveness can flip into equally brazen cowardice on a dime. He tends to be equal parts curious towards and terrified of the more forbidden magics, spending long hours imbibing their theory but precious little on actual practice. Someday, he swears he will just get over the hump and try them in earnest: someday.

M O T I V A T I O N

It's a chance to go to Ersand'Enise! Who would ever be dumb enough to say no to that!? Even if he has to play up his very distant relation to some famous recently dead guy that he met like... twice, it's worth it. There's just so much awesome stuff that happens there, so many secret ancient mysteries and hidden bits of magic, and he doesn't have to wait five more years! Basically, Rikard just wants to milk the school for all it's worth and learn. He wants to go on adventures, discover new magics and magical applications, and blaze a trail that he'll be remembered for. Just... don't expect him to stand front and centre when things get hairy. He's... still working on courage. Also, boobs. Boobs are a motivation. There are girls there he can actually maybe even date. Maybe, if he grows already. Who's he kidding? He still looks like a kid! Why won't he just grow!?

I N V E N T O R Y

Rikard believes in dressing like a mage: dress the part, get in the mindset, and be the thing! He's collected plenty of cool 'magical' bits and bobs, supposedly enchanted, of dubious pedigree. He's careful not to slip over into outright garish or tacky and generally has a good sense of it. He's also in the habit of always carrying some coin on his person, but never too much, as well as a pocketknife and some lockpicks, though he never actually uses them.

His most prized possession, however, is the wand that his grandfather gave him. It belonged to Hugo himself, and then Rikard's great-great-grandfather, Sandor Hunghorasz. A genuine Hegelan imbued and enchanted item, it boosts his capacity, looks cool, and has some as-yet-unknown enchantments that he's still trying to unlock. Someday, he hopes: someday soon.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Determined
❖ Resourceful
❖ Clever
❖ Friendly
❖ Learned

Rikard is an eager student, first and foremost: clever, witty, and often willing to push the envelope, so long as he feels as if he's in control or can assure himself that his attempts to do so won't blow up in his face. He's a decent kid, as well, on top of it, and smart. He doesn't go out of his way to act like a know-it-all unless condescended to or challenged. Don't do it, please.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Young
❖ Cowardly
❖ Immature
❖ Obsessive
❖ Provincial

What do you expect of a very provincial fourteen-year-old? Honestly, Rikard's the youngest student in the school and he acts it. He gets tongue-tied around pretty girls, overwhelmed by genuine danger or threat, and can be rather socially graceless at times, revealing an immature streak a mile wide. He's often insecure about his age and size and just being talked down to as if he's a child.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

This space is reserved for something of import later on. For now, have a...
HEX codes: a187be & 0072bc

Neki Kaureerah Wenhan

Neki Kaureerah Wenhan

You can sing the songs they write for you, or you can sing your own.

18 | Female | Akrihan | Outcast | 7.01

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Creative
❖ Captivating
❖ Social
❖ Bitter
❖ Bold

Former songstress of the Vermilion Swirl, Moli's Emporium, and a small, remote village in the Eeaiko nation of Akrihan, Neki Kaureerah Wenhan is something of an enigma and would very much like to remain so in the eyes of the land-dwellers who she now finds herself living among. A bold, impulsive, inconsistent young woman, she often finds that it is music, conversation, and creative pursuits that most bring her serenity and joy, and so she throws herself into these.

She is also an oddball. On a given day, she may just decide to wear her clothing inside out and see if anyone comments. She might speak in rhymes or with an incongruous foreign accent, and will stick with it for surprisingly long periods, enjoying the challenge. She is one to both give and take dares and to exchange secrets (the more dangerous, the better). Despite her former line of work, she has a stubborn sort of pride and self-respect and, now that she's been freed from the rigid strictures of her society, a... healthy sexual appetite. Kaureerah is an experience addict, in truth - almost a hedonist. She's not brazen. She understands how to be proper and respectful, but she'll make no apologies either.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Like most eeiako, Kaureerah's skin is a pale greyish-blue, smooth and hairless but for the top of her head. Now living on land, though by the seaside, she dyes her naturally black hair a deep, vivid indigo. Her skin, as well, is noticeably darker in tone than it was when she was younger. Large grey eyes - normal for her species but almost cartoonish by human standards - and the soft, blunted nose characteristic of eeaiko complete her face. Tall and slim, she is rather pretty by the reckoning of her people. That nuance is lost upon humans and she is merely seen as exotic: valued for her uniqueness.

When entertaining, Kaureerah will play up her foreignness, often twining seaweeed, seashells, feathers, and driftwood beads through her hair. Otherwise, she simply wears it long, though the plants are a common motif. Her clothing goes from sparse when swimming or performing to bohemian, all of the way to rather sharp and classy. While she has considered getting a tattoo, eeaiko skin tends not to take these very well and the act of getting one, like piercings, is considered deeply sacrilegious in her culture.

L A N G U A G E S

Fluent in both the Akrihan water and surface languages, she had little knowledge of anything else before leaving her homeland, though she lived along a reef near shipping lanes and picked up a few common phrases, words, and the general sound of major human languages such as Revidian, Perrench, Belzaggic, and Virangish. Since joining the surface world, she has dedicated sometimes hours each day to studying the Avincian tongue, becoming startlingly fluent during that time. Always eager to launch into conversations, accent, grammar, and vocabulary be damned, it is this fearlessness that has allowed her to learn so much in such a short time.

T H E G I F T

Kaureerah's RAS Capacity of 7.01 is unusually high by eeaiko standards, and growing up as part of an outcast family taught her to be independent in her magic use to a far greater degree than most of her people. Since finding her way into terrestrial society during her mid-teens, her magical aptitudes have been shaped strongly to serve her interests in performance, art, and illusion. Relying primarily on Chemical to enhance suggestibility and energy sense, she bends, muffles, and redirects sound using the sonic specialties found within the Kinetic school. She is currently working on Arcane magic to further enhance her visual capabilities and for some utility and outright offensive use as well. Kinetic has also proved effective in these pursuits, particularly in boosting her energy levels (in conjunction with Chemical) and mobility on land.

❖ Magnetic: Neophyte
❖ Arcane: Apprentice
❖ Binding: Neophyte
❖ Chemical: Journeyman
❖ Kinetic: Journeyman
❖ Atomic: Neophyte
❖ Blood: Neophyte
❖ Temporal: Neophyte
❖ Dark: Neophyte
❖ Command: Neophyte
❖ Primordial: Novice

B A C K G R O U N D

Second daughter and fourth child overall in an outcast family, Kaureerah was raised in the small outlying settlement of Tikarmoorah. Having been declared 'Hemvoorik' (unnamed) for idea theft, her grandfather was expelled from society to live on the distant fringes, and his descendants cursed, for the next three generations, to maintain this ritually unclean status. He always maintained his innocence. As the kingdom of Akrihar expanded, however, the family found themselves in a prime position. Well-established as settlement reached them substantially, they became essential to the survival of the new colonists. Kamvik and Helaurrah's second daughter was raised within the exciting environs of a rapidly expanding frontier settlement, full of new faces, bustling activity, and burgeoning opportunity.

Yet, while people came to her prosperous family for help and offered them payment and - sometimes - quiet thanks, they assiduously avoided open association with the unclean 'Hemvoorik' and refused to speak their names in public. She would often play outdoors with her friends, swimming through the kelp forests, racing along the scaffolds and boardwalks, and frolicking in the pounding surf and on island shores. She would make up songs and sing and dance with them. However, when the others were called home or to some special event it was always an understood thing that she could not come.

As she entered her teen years and a certain set of biological impulses came to the fore, Kaureerah found that she was forbidden to see the first boy that she liked, and then the next one as well. They were promised to others. She was not to sully their family names with her Hemvoorik. As other members of the community grew to surpass the prosperity of her family, things only worsened. Older men came to the door asking if she might be theirs for a night or perhaps a month - secretly, of course, and for remuneration - for she was clever and beautiful, they said, and they wanted to give her children the chance, at least, to make something of themselves, even if she would never enjoy it. If this period in life is a time of often difficult adjustments for many, it was one of realization for the young Kaureerah. Her talents did not matter. The gifts that the gods had bestowed upon her were all to be wasted. Her parents' hard work was for naught. For the supposed sins of her innocent grandfather, they were all to suffer for the remainder of their lives. Bitterness is a poison pill, but it can be oddly comforting, too. She withdrew into her own world of sad songs and long absences, deeply wounded and nursing a righteous rage against society.

Then, shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Makaurroh Wenhan passed away. On his deathbed, he admitted his guilt. All of his granddaughter's burning, justified fury fell flat. The rebuke didn't hold her for particularly long, however. She realized that she was still innocent of any wrongdoing as were her parents, her siblings, and her newly-born nephew. She urged them to challenge the unjust laws of their community, but they would not have it. They would suffer in silence. So, one day, when they woke up, she was no longer there. That fool girl had run off and cursed them to even further ignominy. She had run to the world of the humans, hegelans, and yasoi.

The past three years have seen her bounce from one job to the next as performer, artist, and courtesan: an exotic representative of the elusive people from beneath the sea. Kaureerah has made seemingly endless compromises along the way, and sometimes feels as if she has sold her self-respect in selling her body, but she has learned and experienced infinitely more than she ever thought she'd be able to back home, picking up skills, pastimes, languages, and a heightened sense of magic. If she isn't one of these people - even if she will always be foreign - she is at least not an outcast. She no longer feels the sting of rejection every day upon her cheeks. That, in itself, is a species of happiness.

M O T I V A T I O N

What motivates anyone? Kaureerah wants what we all want: to flourish. Her version of this most stridently involves finding a sense of belonging and kinship: something that she has always been lacking in one sense or another. She is not a fundamentally good or bad person, though she has enough empathy to skew, most often, in the direction of the former. Beyond this, she is an experience collector, eager to make the most of this terrestrial world that so few of her people really get to see. She will try just about anything once, so long as it's not very obviously cruel or dangerous, and she will try to do so with style. She's a performer and an artist, who searches the world around her for inspiration and looks to contribute to the experiences of others. She wants to bring some beauty to her surroundings, some life, colour, and verve! This is a side of herself that she has fostered more than any other over the past three years, and that she looks to foster further.

Ersand'Enise brings all of these motivations together. It's an opportunity to better herself and her craft, a place where exciting and evocative things happen, and a chance to meet interesting new people and become part of a community. How can she not be here?

I N V E N T O R Y

Kaureerah is almost never without her lute: a human instrument that she has spent the past three years mastering. She will usually have water plates as well - an eeaiko instrument that she sometimes makes by hand. Beyond that, she collects beads, coins, and swatches of paint from her travels and visitors. She likes to keep them, but will trade some of the more interesting ones to passing yasoi for a good deal or to gullible humans who believe that they are rare eeaiko cultural artifacts. She feels a bit bad for that.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Musically Gifted
❖ Well-Spoken
❖ Empathetic
❖ Brave
❖ Excellent Swimmer

At the end of the day, Kaureerah is a talented and charming creative type with a flair for showmanship and wordplay, as well as being an eeaiko made for life in the water. These grace her with the strengths that one would expect in those areas. She's possessed of many of the qualities that people often admire in their heroic figures, but she's just a bit too deferential to truly want to rock the boat. She would rather stoically take a loss so as not to inconvenience or hurt those she cares about than take a stand if it risks too much damage. She's usually good at gauging situations and moods, and will usually attempt to apply the proper salve if she can.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Dishonest
❖ Thick Accent
❖ Closed off
❖ Slow on land
❖ Impulsive

Ultimately, a lot of Kaureerah's charm - at least with those whom she doesn't know personally or care about - is shallow and artificial. A born performer, she can be deceptive and exploitative and, though she feels the sting of her conscience for these acts, she's gotten quite good at the mental gymnastics needed to absolve herself of guilt. The world is wild and rough and crazy. She's always landed on her feet. Why can't others? She knows it isn't like that. She knows it's selfish. She knows and tries not to forget. Then there are the moments when she's reminded that she doesn't belong here. Eeaiko legs just aren't built for the same kind of running that human or yasoi legs are. Her mouth struggles to form the words of their languages, no matter how well she knows them. It can be... frustrating, but it's worth it.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

She had a shrimp dog named Puck as a child. She still carries one of his teeth with her on a bracelet. Aside from this, enjoy a...
HEX Code: DEB887

Edyta Łaska

E D Y T A Ł A S K A

I am but an instrument of a greater will.

16 | FEMALE | WARLISH | CLERGY | 7.25

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ Devout
❖ Polite
❖ Forgiving
❖ Optimistic
❖ Patient

Superficial ❖
Seething ❖
Rigid ❖
Sadistic ❖
Relentless ❖

Edyta Łaska is a woman of extremes, as her station and duties demand. Dogmatic, ruthless, and relentless in her pursuit of threats identified by the Red Rezaindian order, she is, conversely, generous, kind, and eager to help those in need. This is, perhaps, what one would expect of someone of her background. However, it is not the entire story.

Somewhere, on a level that perhaps not even she is aware of, there is fear: a fear that the church is certain it burned out of a little girl named Edyta in turning her into a holy weapon. She dreams, she hopes, and she lusts. The forty-odd years that she is expected to live is all too short a time for her. The joy and laughter that she sees in others is something that she craves for herself. Below all of the layers that she has saddled herself with, she misses her family. She wants to be loved. Yet, she is certain that, for love to flourish, evil must be destroyed.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Battle Visual

Young, fair, and beautiful, with grey-blue eyes and sandy brown hair, Sister Łaska dresses like a nun of her order: conservatively and chastely. Her hair and neck are often covered, as is the rest of her bar her hands and - sometimes - feet. When in battle, she often (though not always) dons the red robes of her order and wields twin scythes of Ahn-Eshiran, representing fire and ice. It is rare to find her wearing anything but her clerical robes. If compelled to dress informally, she favours simple hairstyles or ponytails, and long, light dresses. She will always carry prayer beads on her person somewhere, as well as a pentact. Her weapons remain concealed.

L A N G U A G E S

Fully Fluent: Warlish, Avincian
Semi-Fluent: Enthish, Perrench
Rudimentary: Pestian, Revidian

Having had no formal education for the first eight years of her life, Edyta Łaska considers herself amply blessed by Shune just to be literate. However, there is no denying the role played by her tireless dedication to learning. If she is only truly master of her mother tongue and Avincian, she is fully conversant in Enthish and Perrench, as well as at least somewhat capable in Pestian and Revidian.

T H E G I F T

Icevein ❖ Greyborn

Level 5 in Arcane ❖ Level 3 in Binding ❖ Level 3 in Kinetic ❖ Level 3 in ???

Trained from her eighth year by the Quentic Church in The Gift, Sister Łaska is seamless and fluent in its use as few others are. Magic is a natural extension of her being, as the Gods intended, her immense blessing employed to its utmost in their service. Most particularly, she favours the thermal uses of Arcane Magic, which are greatly empowered by her Icevein mana type. This is further augmented through her Kinetic talents, carefully honed to allow her to strike from a distance, boost her speed to superhuman levels, and manipulate her environment at will.

A whirling dervish of ice and fire in battle, she is blindingly fast and strikes with colossal power and a surgeon's precision, phasing in and out of reality as a greyborn. Her blessing and curse, this mana type allows her to walk in the space between planes of existence, becoming intangible when she does so. Her allies, however, may not be so slippery and, for them, she is well-versed in the sacred art of binding: mending diseased and damaged flesh with a high degree of competence.

Finally, there is the forbidden magic that she has learned, and Edyta has struggled to assimilate it, wracked by feelings of fear and guilt but recognizing its necessity in making her an effective weapon of justice and shield of the innocent. She has trained extensively in this skill, but will not, even under pain of death, speak its name. Sister Łaska understands that, while she is beloved of the Pentad, as are all sons and daughters of creation, it is not for her to make the decisions, but to carry out Eshiran's will. This duty is one that she solemnly accepts with the utmost humility and conviction.

B A C K G R O U N D

It all began in the village of Bynowice in the south of the Kingdom of Warlisz: a tiny place that doesn't even appear on many maps. The majority of its people never travel further than thirty kilometers from their homes, to attend the monthly market in the town of Tarwałki and the cathedral there on feast days. Edyta Łaska was born there to an unremarkable family of serf farmers, the seventh of ten children and fourth daughter.

The first eight years of her life were little different from those of any other girl in any number of villages scattered across the Warlish countryside. Then, shortly before her ninth birthday, she disappeared - literally. Her first time entering the space between planes that greyborn are able to inhabit bordered on traumatic. Some thought that she had died or was a demon. It was during a famine and paranoia ran high.

Only the local priest had some idea that she may have manifested a form of magic. When her parents were questioned and admitted to strange incidents like items falling, minor fires starting, or unusual cold drafts in their house, he passed the information on to the bishopric in Tarwałki. It was a warm Stresia, pear and apple trees heavy with white and pink flowers, mud beneath Edyta's small feet, and a constant hollow hunger in her stomach. Within a week - a fitful, frightening period in her young life - representatives arrived from the abbey of St. Karol. Two more passed and her simple parents found themselves summoned to the cathedral in Tarwałki, prostrating themselves before a visiting archbishop of the Rezaindian Order.

Edyta was given an education and a future in the service of her faith. Her parents were given a monthly stipend that made them among the wealthiest in their village and food enough to ensure that their children would grow and flourish. She bid them goodbye and promises were made that they would see each other for a handful of weeks each year, during holidays.

It didn't happen. Instead, it was prayer, lessons, and training that filled Edyta's life in the coming years. As she approached her teenage years, she grew accustomed to the ways and schedules of the convent that she had come to call home. Then, Father Bartek happened. The only other greyborn within the red Rezaindian order in Warlisz, he became her trainer upon her twelfth birthday. At first, these were merely simple twice-weekly meetings between the two, during which he taught her how to harness the full extent of her powers. Then, he took her to 'ride along with him when sent on assignment by the church.

Time and again, the young nun-in-training witnessed, firsthand, the destruction wrought by those with uncontrolled power and few scruples. Villages were ruined or burned, people maimed and killed and, always, were it not for Father Bartek, there would have been no accountability; the demons, sanguinaires, or wildbloods who had caused so much harm would be allowed to walk free for want of anyone able to stop them, only to strike again later. In the cases when it was not one of these, it was some figure of privilege and there was some sort of excuse on his or her lips. Those ones, she was instructed not to lay a hand on. It was a matter for the Somnians. She learned to hate the Somnians, for they never did anything. Most of them were rich too.

She was fourteen when a dragon wildblood wounded her mentor by stabbing him through the shoulder. Edyta didn't have time to fear. She simply acted and earned her first kill. Two months later, she was anointed Sister Łaska and moved to active duty by the order. More enemies have fallen since then. She has gone wherever her unique skillset has been needed. Now, the order needs her in Ersand'Enise, the beating heart of magical practice in the Twin Continents. Big things are happening and she is ever willing to answer the call.

M O T I V A T I O N

Sister Łaska lives to serve... the gods, and Ahn-Eshiran in particular. She derives purpose and meaning from it and tries ever so hard to tamp down on the conflicting voices that emanate from the deepest recesses of her mind: the ones that scream at her that these people took her from her family, the ones that insist that she should have her own purpose, and the ones that say that she is - in truth - a creature of evil as a greyborn. Dami, how she hates the rich!

She has pledged not to live in hatred. Each life that she takes is only so that others may be saved, only because its continued existence threatens them. Really, she wants to think that her actions - more than just her martial ones: the good works, the charity, the friendliness - will make the world a better place. It'll make everything worth it. She's certain they will. They have to.

I N V E N T O R Y

Generally, Edyta Łaska lives ascetically. She always carries a small coinpurse, prayer beads, holy water, a flask containing a very potent mana shot, and a utility knife on her person. When able, she can often be seen with the Menana and, when training or headed for potential conflict, her enchanted twin scythes: zamrażanie and palenie. They boost her energy capacity by 32 points and have... other, undisclosed enchantments.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Tidy: cleanliness is next to godliness. Sister Łaska is excellent at maintaining the spaces that she inhabits.
❖ Practical: she is capable, hands-on, and largely unsentimental, able and willing to see any necessary task through.
❖ Excellent Cook: as a regular kitchen helper at the convent, Edyta eagerly imbibed everything she could.
❖ Vocally Gifted: always busy singing or humming as a young child and then in a choir, she knows many hymns and folk songs.
❖ Seamstress: Need clothes repaired? Customized? Made from scratch? She is a virtuoso with thread and needle.

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖ Singleminded: She can't admit to being wrong, because that would challenge the flimsy framework that props up her 'personality'.
❖ Angry: Deep down, Łaska has anger issues that can erupt. Maybe repressing so many feelings, hopes, and dreams isn't healthy?
❖ Self-deceptive: She doesn't know herself and wouldn't be honest even if she did. This impacts her ability to read others as well.
❖ Bad lungs: a childhood bout of illness left Edyta with a faint lingering cough that she has never shaken, or so she claims.
❖ Claustrophobic: a result of draconian discipline during training. Small, cramped spaces can give her anxiety attacks.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

❖ She likes to give things nicknames in her head to act as mnemonic devices. Sometimes, these rhyme.
❖ She waffles between being ashamed of her origins and proud of them, but usually more the former.
❖ She still dreams about her family and thinks that she sees them in crowds or random places.
❖ Her HEX codes are 6ecff6 and f26522.

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Secondary Character

Maura Mercador

Maura Mercador

“Life is a Magus, Spend it wisely.”
15 | Female | Human | Torragon | Wealthy Merchant | RAS: 6.06 (34 manas) | Enabled

P E R S O N A L

❖ [ Pronouns ] - She / Her.
❖ [ Honorifics: ] - Miss, Biro
❖ [ Nicknames: ] - “Trade Princess of the Ensolin Sea”, "Second-Rate Jocasta".
❖ [ Titles: ] - Governor of Longwan Island, & Gaskum’s Kelp-Forest, Director of Arslan-Mercador EEC Trade Company
❖ [ Relationship Status: ] - Dating: Abdel Varga
❖ [ Character Alignment ] - Neutral Good
❖ [ Brief Introduction: ]

Cripple. Invalid. Tethered.
These are generally the three words that are guaranteed to come up in any conversation about Maura Mercador. Despite what people may profess, they are only fixated on the outside appearance. These are the rules we live by in society. It is highly convenient to categorize based on appearance alone. In a world where binders can fix every bone and alchemists seem to have a tincture for every ailment, what is the role for someone who cannot be ‘fixed’ ?
Smart, Charming, Funny.
Wouldn’t it be nice for these three things to be discussed instead. The warm smile she gives when you enter the room. The quip about the latest gossip which gives you stitches in your sides. The fact Maura is frequently at her desk, accounting for a trading company diligently at such a young age.
Beautiful, Fashionable, Sociable.
Maura takes great pride in her appearance, sometimes appearing pristine as if she was a perfect sculptured doll. Adorned in jewellery, dresses, and eyebrows on fleek, it is rumoured she had an influence on Ayla’s wardrobe to make the girls erratic choices work.
When it comes to friendships, how many merchants can say they have the genuine friendship and ear of a high noble house, or in this case, the Arslan family. This is a prosperous and mutually beneficial relationship that has helped both profit from the trading from Varrahasta.
Ambitious, Calculating, Underestimated.
Beneath the warm exterior is a driven girl, one who has her goals and the means to carry them out. Often overlooked due to her being ‘disabled’, people fail to realize disability is a product of one's environment, not inherent to the individual. Because she may struggle to walk up stairs doesn’t mean her other abilities are similarly impaired, and when she isn’t encountering a flight of stairs, neither is she. Realizing one's place in your environment is a powerful weapon for adapting, and Maura is going to the top.
Resourceful, Self-Aware, Risk-taker.
Maura aims to take over the family business and further its expansion. A goal to secure monopolies in certain trade goods could catapult the Mercador family to the heights of the West Severan trading company. Due to political tension, she has suggested diverting resources to building links with neutral nations such as Enth to weather the storm of war and take advantage of the power vacuums that would be left behind in its wake.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Turquoise.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Auburn.
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick type III. Ayla has an appearance in keeping with south-eastern Torragòn, those who migrated across with the Tourrare during the Conquest of Zaqhora. The Tourrare are noted for their paler complexion and lighter hair hues than on the West Severa continent, formerly being from Parrence (now Perrence) of East Constantia.
❖ [ Height: ] - 5ft 1 / 155cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 112lb / 51kg.
❖ [ Physique: ] - Slim.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Diamond Shaped.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Overly flexible joints. Stretchy skin. Fragile skin. Enabled in her mobility with a wheelchair.
❖ [ Apparel & Accessories: ] -

Maura is dressed in a mixture of Torragonese, Revidian, and Perrench style clothing, in keeping with more modern fashion trends, in comparison to Ayla’s preference for more traditional clothing.

T H E G I F T

❖ [ Arcane: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Not trained.
❖ [ Binding: Material: Creation ] – [ III. Adept ] - Maura has experience of using binding in the use of impromptu construction and when it comes to assessing materials.
❖ [ Chemical: ] – [ 0. Novice ] - Not trained.
❖ [ Kinetic: Telekinetic ] – [ III. Adept ] - Maura uses kinectic to support in moving her rollerchair and reaching objects. Advanced further.
❖ [ Magnetic: Ferromagnetic ] – [ III. Adept ] - Maura uses for the assessment of metals and alloys. Advanced to start warping metals and metallic compounds.

❖ [ Atomic Magic: ] – [ I. Novice ]
❖ [ Blood Magic: ] – [ I. Novice ]
❖ [ Temporal Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Dark Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Command: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Primordial: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Fruit of Ahn-Dami ] The trees of the fifth and final grove grew straight and proud, their leaves ethereally shifting between seasons.
- Red Apples: five free advantage rolls per cycle. Cancels out other advantage rolls you may own.

O T H E R

Languages:

Languages

❖ [ Torragonese ] – Mother tongue.
❖ [ Avincian ] – Lingua franca, fluent & literate.

❖ [ Zaqhory Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Exposed.
❖ [ Zaqhory ] – Conversational.
❖ [ Virangish - Conversational.

❖ [ Severan Languages ]

❖ [ Torragonese ] – Native.
❖ [ Belzaggic ] – Exposed.
❖ [ Joruban ] – Conversational.

❖ [ Constantian Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Conversational.
❖ [ Perrench ] – Literate.
❖ [ Revidian ] – Literate.
❖ [ Enthish ] – Literate. (Trained)

❖ [ Rettanese Languages ]

❖ [ Rettanese ] – Literate. (Trained)
❖ [ Nikanese ] – Exposed.

❖ [ Callanasti Languages ]

❖ [ Xochi ] – Learning. (S1 - Literate)
❖ [ Nashibansek ] – Learning (S2 - Literate).

❖ [ Non-Human Languages ]

❖ [ Hegelan ] – Exposed. (Trade)

Classes:

Classes

First Year - First Semester
AR103: Instrumental and Vocal Musics, Songwriting, & Ensemble
SK106: Business, Negitiation & Money Management
SK105: Sewing, Cooking, Repair & Construction Essentials
LN106: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Rettanese.

First Year - Second Semester
SK101: Etiquette, Decorum & Forms of Address in Polite Society.
AC102: Fundaments of the Natural Sciences and their Uses in Magical Acts.
AC103: Fundametals of Geography & Cartography in Magical Practice.
LN110: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Enthish.

Second Year

First Semester
MF204A-D: Chemical Magic
MF202E-H: Arcane Magic
MF208B: Blood Magic

SK201A: The Art of Persuasion by All and Any Means
AC202C-D: An Introduction to Biology
AR203A: Instrumental Music and Ensemble
AC203B: Cartographical Practice and Measurement
LN206A: Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Xochi
SK205B: Blacksmithing, Metalworking, & Chainmaking

SI02: Dangerous Philosophy

Second Year - Second Semester
MF204I-L: Chemical Magic
MF202M-P: Arcane Magic

SK207A: Carpentry
AC208C-D: An Introduction to Physics
SK210A-C: A Merchant's Guide to Finance & Accounting
AC209B: Demographics Across a Diversity of Populations
AC212A-B: An Introduction to Chemistry
LN211C-D: Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Nashibansek

SI10: Angic Philosophy
SI06: Living with a Disability

Societies:

Societies

Inventory:

Inventory

Currency:
Ỽ86 Magi
38 Espanda, 65 Lauro
(Ỽ200 shares in Trade Company)

Named Items:
Papa Carlito Eleven's Original BBQ Sauce
A sharp, herbal BBQ sauce with a lot of aroma.

Repaired Hang Drum
A quality Hang Drum that has been dumped in the sewers recently after its mistaken use as a cooking pot. The metal is mostly fine but its gained some additional dents and bangs during its disposal and could use some repair. If restored, it does make a decent instrument and collector's item, albeit not at the level of a Seoul Sistas instrument!

Minor:
- A small guidebook on how to mix Torragonese drinks (75 Lauro)
- A packet of assorted seeds (60 Lauro)
- A small framed picture of a girl in a wheelchair from behind staring peacefully out at the sea (5 Espada)
- A pair of grippy fingerless gloves made of a strange material (15 Espada)

Magical Items:

Zonneheksenhoed - Solar Witches Hat
A white and gold witch's hat with a wide brim. Gives off a warm aura and lights up with runes at night. Increases casting power by 2%
Longevity: Silver
Efficiency: Double Platinum
Density: Bronze
Capacity: Silver
Attunement: Platinum

Materials

Materials:
-

Animals / Companions / Vehicles:

Schwarze Alice - The clockwork-powered semi-submersible
Comes complete with a spar torpedo. Spacious and designed as a blockade runner.

The Pearlescent Cutie
Gift from Oksana
A Cousin of the notorious Green Meanie, it is capable of living both in water and dry land, although it cannot actually breathe in water. Like the green meanie, it has a very potent slime that can be corrosive, however if worked by a competent chemist, it can be turned into a strong medicinal ointment. The stuff sells for a lot, and a slug is considered extremely valuable. Very mild temperament unlike a meanie, and its mucus over its pale flesh reflects an iridescent colouring that is very pretty to see.

Territory

Island of Longwan
The entire ninety square mile island of Longwan in Rettan. It's a little far out there, but we've heard that the climate is... pleasant, aside from the odd typhoon, and some people say that there are treasures and mythical beasts! Comes with peasants that speak an unintelligible dialect.

Glaskum Kelp Forest
A whole live kelp forest (size may vary) in Glaskum, including balloon kelp, Sea Sprites, and friendly Eeaiko neighbours. Join this fast-growing hotbed of cultural exchange and innovation. Please remember to respect local traditions.

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Secondary Character

Ashon'amar'loiyang

Ashon'amar'loiyang

“the Seventh Immortal Son of the Thundering Universe, or Jamboi for short.”
19 | Male | Yasoi | Hypari | Mundane | RAS: 8.45 (186 manas) | Timewalker

P E R S O N A L

❖ [ Pronouns ] - He / Him.
❖ [ Honorifics: ] - Biro
❖ [ Nicknames: ] - “Jamboi”, "The Monkey King", “The Emperor of Jade”.
❖ [ Titles: ] - none
❖ [ Relationship Status: ] - Dating: Penny Pellegrin
❖ [ Character Alignment ] - Chaotic Good
❖ [ Brief Introduction: ]

Ashon was a born adventurer, with a natural talent for movement and agility. From a young age, he would leap from balconies and swing through the city, relishing the feeling of the wind in his hair and the thrill of defying death. As the seventh son of his lineage in a family steeped in Yasoi superstition, he was labeled as troublemaking and destined for little success in life. But Ashon embraced this role with a devil-may-care attitude, earning himself the nickname "Jamboi" amongst his peers.

With a wanderlust that couldn't be tamed, Ashon traveled from place to place, indulging in his passions for poetry, mischief, sparring, and women. He saw himself as an irresistible ladies' man, a gift from Sipenta to the world. Authority figures held little appeal for him, and he viewed them with suspicion, considering them greedy tyrants with selfish ambitions. Though he usually stood back from trouble not of his own making, he could be merciless towards those who wronged him.

Ashon was quick to become infatuated with people and things, relishing the chase and the challenge of pursuing and conquering the improbable. He reveled in the illusion of mystery and suspense, enjoying the game of "Catch-me-if-you-can" with those who tried to get to know him.

His sharp eyes and lips were always pulled up in a smile, though his expression changed quickly based on his emotions. His red hair appeared unnaturally bright, thanks to chemical magic, but the turquoise pools of his eyes were all-natural. He used make-up to enhance his features, often wearing eyeliner and lip-gloss. His clothing was loud and vibrant, and he displayed an ever-changing array of tattoos on his body.

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Jade Green.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Bright Red.
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick type II.
❖ [ Height: ] - 7ft / 213cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 232lb / 105kg.
❖ [ Physique: ] - Athletic. Toned.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Eyeliner, Make-up
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Yasoi.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Coated in Jade coloured Henna.
❖ [ Apparel & Accessories: ] -

Often wearing clothing from his native Hypari. He has on occasion worn human clothing, but this doesn’t tend to fit him due to size differences.

T H E G I F T

❖ [ Arcane: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Binding: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Chemical: Internal: Illusion ] – [ II. Apprentice ]
❖ [ Kinetic: Gravitational ] – [ IV. Journeyman ] - Ashon has a natural proficiency for gravity style magic, using this to transverse the Skyscraper-Trees of his Hypari homeland. It is this knack which has prevented him from more than a few early ends to an otherwise long Yasoi lifespan.
❖ [ Magnetic: Ionic ] – [ II. Apprentice ]

❖ [ Atomic Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Blood Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Temporal Magic: Spatial: Worldwarping ] – [ II. Apprentice ]
❖ [ Dark Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Command: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Primordial: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Fruit of Reshta ]

Some ways away from the other clusters is a single tree. One of its main branches appears to be broken. It is heavy with pomegranates.
- Pomegranate: all passed thresholds and successful rolls add a stacking +2 bonus.

O T H E R

Languages:

Languages

❖ [ Yasoi (Hyparian) ] – Mother tongue.
❖ [ Avincian ] – Lingua franca, fluent & literate.

❖ [ Zaqhory Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Exposed.
❖ [ Paggonese - Conversational.

❖ [ Severan Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Exposed.

❖ [ Constantian Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Conversational.
❖ [ Perrench ] – Literate (Trained)
❖ [ Kerreman ] – Literate. (Raised)
❖ [ Revidian ] – Conversational.

❖ [ Rettanese Languages ]

❖ [ Callanasti Languages ]

❖ [ Yasoi Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Fluent.
❖ [ Hyparian ] – Native.
❖ [ Mycormish ] – Literate.
❖ [ Tarlonese ] – Literate.

❖ [ Non-Human Languages ]

❖ [ Hegelan ] – Exposed. (Trade)

Classes:

Classes

First Year - First Semester
AR102: Dramatic Performance in Tragedy, Satire, Epic & Comedy.
SK102: Making Camp, Foraging, Hunting & Travel in Remote Areas.
SK104: Athletics, Agility, Physical Fitness & Sporying Activities.
AC105: Fundaments of Astrology & Divination in Magical Practice.

First Year - Second Semester
SK101: Etiquette, Decorum & Forms of Address in Polite Society.
AC102: Fundaments of the Natural Sciences and their Uses in Magical Acts.
AC103: Fundametals of Geography & Cartography in Magical Practice.
LN102: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Perrench.

Second Year
First Semester
MF205A-D: Kinetic Magic
MF207B: Temporal Magic

AR202A: The Thespian's Craft in Tragedy and Epic Performance
SK202B: Big Game Hunting
AC203A: Cartography
AR204B-C: Sketching & Drafting
AC205A: Augury & Divination
SK205B: Metalworking

SI05: The Chosen Creed
SI09: Courting & Romance

Second Semester
MF204I-L: Chemical Magic
MF207D: Temporal Magic

AR208A: The Thespian's Craft in Comedy and Satirical Performance
AC208D: An Introduction to Physics.
SK210A-C: Finance & Accounts
AC201C-D: Perrench History
SK211A: Survival in Extreme Conditions / AC211A: Astronomy and Understanding the Heavens
SK212D-E: An Introduction to Martial Arts & Combat Sports.

SI04: Hiking & Wellness
SI06: Living with a Disability

Societies:

Societies

Guild: Enchanters' Union
Clubs: Bards' Society, Cloudchasers, Egalite Fraternite, House of Japes, Speed Demons, Yasoi'riimei, Astronomers

Inventory:

Inventory

Currency:
54 Magi
Bag of 1500 bennies (1 Magi)
A hoard of rare Avincian-era coins buried beneath the roots of a very old and recently upturned tree, including some of Zandonius, the emperor who wasn't.

Named Items:
”The Days Before”
A book of sketches of soldiers preparing for a battle, titled "The Days Before'. Appears very old: collectors' item.

Magical Items:

The Twig of Relentless Woe
Whosoever lays claim to this unassuming stick shall know nothing but pain, woe, and misfortune for the rest of his days so long as it remains in his possession. As a side note, it is also indestructible.

A sack of Malabashi Tobacco
Imported Tobacco that originally came from Callanast but developed a unique flavour in Malabashi micro-climates. They have a slight hallucinogenic effect, great for relaxing and getting over very bad soreness. Share with your friends! - Used in a barter. Still has a leaf for giving to Casii.

Plushtail Oil (powdered): As a powder, however, it can be inhaled and cause a hyper-aggressive reaction from manas akin to an auto-immune response, causing severe pain and very briefly disabling magic to those that breathe it. Very risky to use (will need to roll to not be afflicted as well). Exceedingly rare and not produced anymore as it was considered not worth it.

Materials

Materials:
A sample of Manaslime
It's nearly dead. Not very useful for anything except eating it. High chance of illness. Temporary power boost akin to a mana brew.

Animals / Companions / Vehicles

Animals / Companions / Vehicles:

Name: Nekh-butt
Sex: Female
Description: Similar to her brother Thoth-ful, she is a big bundle of energy. The most ‘normal’ of the bunch. Has an obsession for a dirty, small towel she drags around. Also distinctly good at gliding - the neighbours hate her.

Story Arcs

Asheermo - Meerami Child
Jamboi mended a Meerami child who he rescued upon the beach. She swam off afterwards. Is this the last he has heard from her?

Penny - Romance Arc
Very Important Person.

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Secondary Character

Taleja Drakenknecht

Taleja Drakenknecht

“Power is not given, it is taken.”
18 | Female | Human | Kressian | Noble | RAS: 8.18 (151 manas) | Venomhand

P E R S O N A L

❖ [ Pronouns ] - She / Her.
❖ [ Honorifics: ] - Biro, Lady
❖ [ Nicknames: ] - "Talia", "The Alchemist"
❖ [ Titles: ] - Daughter of Foulques (Folkert) Drakenknecht, the Comte (Graf) of Stryden
❖ [ Relationship Status: ] - Single & Not Looking
❖ [ Character Alignment ] - Lawful Evil
❖ [ Brief Introduction: ]

Taleja's condition of Venomhand has made her a social outcast from a young age, and as a result, she has had to learn to adapt and mask her emotions to fit in better with others. This has made her a skilled manipulator and observer, as she has learned to read people's emotions and motivations without relying on her own feelings. She also struggled with making close friendships, as she was always afraid of accidentally harming others with her touch. However, she found solace in studying alchemy and science, which gave her a sense of control and understanding over the world around her.

Taleja is a unique individual who doesn't experience emotions in the same way as most people, and may struggle with understanding or empathizing with others, but this has given her a distinct advantage in her pursuits. Her highly analytical and sharp mind allows her to approach situations with a level of objectivity and clarity that others may struggle to achieve. This rationality, combined with her emotional regulation, allows her to make strategic decisions and solve problems that benefit herself and those around her.

Taleja is ambitious and driven, with a strong desire to gain power and influence in the world. Her unflinching promotion of self-interest is a reflection of her independence and self-reliance, traits that she has cultivated from a young age. Despite her social isolation, she recognizes the importance of socializing and networking for strategic purposes, and is not necessarily anti-social.

In all, Taleja is a formidable force who relies on her intelligence and strategic thinking to achieve her goals.

"Although Kressia may be dominated by the Perrench, I have always felt a stronger connection to my Drudgunzean heritage and the shared cultural traditions with our southern neighbours."

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

❖ [ Eyes: ] - Forest Green.
❖ [ Hair: ] - Wig: White, Natural: Brunette
❖ [ Skin Tone: ] - Fitzpatrick type I.
❖ [ Height: ] - 5ft 7in / 170cm.
❖ [ Weight: ] - 120lb / 54kg.
❖ [ Physique: ] - Slim.
❖ [ Facial Features: ] - Freckles.
❖ [ Physical Quirks: ] - Venomhand, avoids Contact.
❖ [ Distinctive Features: ] - Wears a Wig, Pale.
❖ [ Apparel & Accessories: ] -

Taleja would wear dresses made of high-quality fabrics such as silk, velvet, or brocade. These dresses would be elaborate, with intricate detailing such as lace, ribbons, and embroidery. They would be designed to fit closely to her body, with a tight bodice and full skirt. She favours green as her colour of choice to match her eyes.

To protect others from her Venomhand, she would likely be wearing gloves made of fine leather or silk. These gloves would be long, extending up to her elbow or even higher, to ensure that no skin is exposed.

Taleja would wear white wigs to avoid contact via her hair. Her wigs would be made of human hair or horsehair, and would be styled in the Baroque fashion. They would be elaborate, with curls and waves piled high on her head and decorated with jewels, ribbons, or feathers.

Taleja wears jewellery such as necklaces, earrings, and bracelets made of precious metals such as gold or silver, with a tendency toward emeralds being set within them. She also carries a purse made of leather or silk, decorated with embroidery or beading.

T H E G I F T

❖ [ Arcane: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Binding: Medical: Healing ] – [ III. Adept ]
❖ [ Chemical: Alchemy ] – [ IV. Journeyman ]
❖ [ Kinetic: Stasis ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Magnetic: Internal ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

❖ [ Atomic Magic: Generative: Alchemical ] – [ III. Adept ]
❖ [ Blood Magic: ] – [ I. Novice ]
❖ [ Temporal Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Dark Magic: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Command: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]
❖ [ Primordial: ] – [ 0. Neophyte ]

O T H E R

Languages:

Languages

❖ [ Kressian ] – Mother tongue.
❖ [ Avincian ] – Lingua franca, fluent & literate.

❖ [ Constantian Languages ]

❖ [ General ] – Conversational.
❖ [ Kressian ] – Native.
❖ [ Perrench ] – Literate.
❖ [ Revidian ] – Literate.
❖ [ Kerreman ] – Literate.
❖ [ Enthish ] – Literate. (Trained)

❖ [ Non-Human Languages ]

❖ [ Mycormish ] – Literate. (Trained)

Classes:

Classes

First Year - First Semester
AR101: Human, Natural & Constructed Forms in Sculpture
SK103: Farming, Gardening, Animal Husbandry & Animal Familiars
SK105: Sewing, Cooking, Repair & Construction Essentials
AC106: Fundaments of Statecraft and Leadership in Magical Practice

First Year - Second Semester
SK101: Etiquette, Decorum & Forms of Address in Polite Society.
AC102: Fundaments of the Natural Sciences and their Uses in Magical Acts.
LN110: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Mycormish.
LN110: Introduction to Literature, Rhetoric & the Written Word in Enthish.

Second Year

First Semester
MF205A-D: Kinetic Magic
MF201E-H: Magnetic Magic

SK201A: The Art of Persuasion by All and Any Means
AC202C-D: An Introduction to Biology
SK204A-B: Advanced Gardening & the Myriad Uses of Plants
SK203B: Tinctures, Cures, and First Aid
AR205A-B: Taste, Texture & Ingredients Science
AR206B-C: Tailoring and Fashion

SI02: Dangerous Philosophy
SI08: Vegetarian Cuisine

Second Year - Second Semester
MF205I-L: Kinetic Magic
MF201M-P: Magnetic Magic

AR207A: Sculpting with Living Materials
AC208C-D: An Introduction to Physics
SK209A-B: Taming, Riding, and Caring for Animals
AR212B: The Milliner's and Wigmaker's Craft
AC212A-B: An Introduction to Chemistry
SK212D-E: An Introduction to Martial Arts & Combat Sports

SI03: Dragon Racing
SI06: Living with a Disability

Societies:

Societies

Inventory:

Inventory

Currency:
-

Named Items:
-

Minor:
-

Magical Items:
-

Materials

Materials:
-

Animals / Companions / Vehicles:
-

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【Valerian, Remi. Leclère】

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~“The past casts a long shadow.”~

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❖ Name:Valerian Remi Leclère.
❖ Age: 18.
❖ Birthplace: Perrence.
❖ Height: 6 ft.
❖ Weight: 213 lbs.
❖ Physique: Tall and in shape with faintly wavy, not-quite-straight, white hair, and amber eyes, Vel is the sort of person who easily stands out in a crowd. With an easy air about him, Vel moves with confidence in his stride and the natural grace of an athlete. Possessed of the pale flesh of someone from colder climates and the muscle of someone who takes care of themselves in all the ways one should, there is a certain discipline to him. His clothes are often well-cared-for, without scuffs or holes or loose threads, despite the fact that he often wears them almost sloppily. Yet, as if as a deliberate contrast, Vel can often be seen in well-tailored, and certainly expensive, clothes—not that such things could quite be described as ‘finery.’ On the other hand, he has a penchant for jewelry, wearing a few rings, one of which is the signet ring of his house—which he wears as a pendant around his neck, often hidden beneath his clothes as if to make a statement. While Valerian can often be seen with a smile, there is nonetheless something off about him; perhaps he’s seen too much….

❖ History:

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Perrence born and raised, Valerian—or Vel for short—was a product of deliberate breeding, an experiment by his father—Marius Phillidor Leclère—to create ‘the perfect mage,’ insofar as one could even attempt such a thing. The ambitious, if callous and almost cruel, man had always desired only to bring his family—and his own—reputation and status to ever greater heights. In his wisdom, Marius married a Blarthic noblewoman despite her status even as he lusted after the distinctive Blood Type that ran in her line: Dualblood. So it was that arrangements were made and maiden names were shed as the families were joined as the two were wed. In swift order, a child was conceived and then another as Marius made sure he would always have an heir regardless of their circumstances. Though it was hard on Vel’s mother—Laufey Sessilia Leclère was made of sterner stuff than most. Thus were born Émeric, then Valerian, and of course, his sister Nina-Blær, though each was several years apart by necessity. While their mother cared for them all equally and her serving women assisted, Marius spent time and care with only one: Émeric.

Marius, it seemed, could not have asked for a more perfect candidate for an heir, as the boy had not only inherited his mother’s Dualblood manas, but had both a high RAS value of 8.25 and two stable mana colonies. So it was that Valerian grew up in the shadow of his older brother’s accomplishments—even though his parents believed that he too was possessed of the rare dual colony arrangement, something that he eventually discovered was not true (a fact that he quietly kept to himself). Of course, with a father who paid him little mind, Valerian often found himself somewhat desperately vying for the man’s approval, until eventually, Marius lost his temper. Berating the young boy, Marius drove a single truth into Vel—it was better to not be noticed.

So it was that for much of his childhood, and practically all of his adolescence, Vel made sure not to garner his father’s attention. He kept up with his studies, listened to his tutors, and diligently developed his magics if only to make good on his parents’ belief that he’d manifested two mana colonies at birth. At the young age of 13 Valerian finally—after many attempts since his Gift awakened at 9–managed to create a stable population split between two mana colonies. Of course, given that he couldn’t tell anyone he received no acclaim for the feat, but rather was treated rather poorly despite being what he’d thought was up to his father’s standards.

It turned out that meeting expectations was simply not enough for Marius, no, to please the man one would need to exceed such things. For a time, Vel did what he’d always done, doing his utmost to ignore the harsh words and displeased glances his father cast his way. That was until an argument between Vel and his older brother broke out when Vel was merely 15.

Yet though there was certainly a serious disagreement between them, it was their father who took things too far. Tired of their arguing and furious with Vel’s “lacking” performance, Marius forced the two into a no-holds-barred duel.

It ended in tragedy.

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A year passed between his brother’s…unfortunate passing and Vel’s withdrawal from his family. Rather than stay in their primary estate, he took up permanent residence in one of their other properties along with a small array of servants. It seemed to Vel—now haunted by his brother’s shocked final gaze—that while he’d finally earned his father’s respect, it had come at a cost far too great. Indeed, it had been one he had not willingly paid. So it was that for some time—indeed until the ripe age of 18–that he ignored all of his father’s correspondence and buried himself in frivolity.

It was an empty time, one devoid of any true joy, or at least absent of anything meaningful or lasting. However, when the clock struck midnight on his 18th birthday, it appeared that his father was quite done with his sulking. Showing up unannounced, the man gave Vel an ultimatum.

Attend Ersand’Enise Academy and further his father’s goals or be disowned.

Reluctantly, Valerian chose the former.

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❖ Motivation: Having few proper drives, let alone clear goals, perhaps the only thing that can be said about Vel’s motivations is that he has almost none. If there were one thing though, it would likely be that he desires to be better and perhaps make sure that fewer people like his father are left to roam free in the world.

❖ Persona:

♦Intelligent
♦Observant
♦Loyal
♦Considerate
♦Easy-going
♦Charismatic
♦Selfless

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Sharp-witted and with a tongue that could lash if he ever desired such, Vel is something of an ambivert preferring both more cerebral activities at some times and people at others. He is fiercely loyal, but often takes on an almost aloof affect as if he isn’t particularly attached to anything in the world. While he’s certainly no doormat, it couldn’t exactly be said that Valerian is the sort who tends to deliberately attract or seek attention, nor is he one to make much of a fuss about most things. Insults and slights roll off him like oil and water, almost never sinking in or mixing; whether this is a result of his not caring for himself much or a thick skin due to his father’s ravings is anyone’s guess. Yet despite his seemingly aloof nature, Vel is in fact fiercely loyal to those he truly connects with and could easily be considered a staunch defender of anyone he cares for. Furthermore, Vel is particularly opposed to the selfish or self-obsessed, and in particular, anyone with manipulative or exploitative behavior, which he absolutely abhors. Beyond this, he is slow to anger and eminently rational when it comes to most matters. At the same time however, he is a lover of the absurd and can at times take on mildly reckless, and decidedly mischievous, behavior so long as it is not at the expense of others–or at least only a fairly mild inconvenience.

It should be said that Valerian is decidedly good with people regardless of their age, creed, or gender. Easy-going, observant, and understanding he has fairly strong intuition and as such adapts rather quickly to both people and situations. However, perhaps one of his greatest flaws is that he simply cannot abide certain forms of injustice—even if he cares little about law and crime. Bullying, malicious pranks, narcissism, and cruelty are things that he not only hates but simply cannot tolerate. If he sees them, he will act, often before or without thinking and frequently with little regard for himself. Such situations are perhaps the only ones that are likely to result in his openly expressing and acting upon his anger—an emotion that he is rather unfamiliar with processing, let alone dealing with in anything remotely resembling a healthy manner.

Perhaps this is simply the cost of trauma.

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Kinetic{4}Arcane{3}Chemical{2}.

Blueblood ❖ Dualblood

❖ Experience: While he’s certainly not been to a school or other similar institution for mages prior to Ersand’Enise’s prestigious Academy, Vel has been tutored by skilled mages and experts since he first displayed the Gift. As a direct result of this and his own experimentation, Vel is surprisingly adroit in his use of magic. While he has managed to maintain a stable pair of mana colonies for the last five years, the young nobleman’s ability to ‘boost’ himself is inconsistent at best and dismal on average. However, he has gained sizable control over the colonies allowing him higher efficiency and control than the average mage of his skill level.

Beyond this, due to his extensive experimentation–if only in the interest of distracting himself since the…incident with his brother–Vel has developed some signature skills with the Kinetic school in particular. This school of magic is easily his most developed, allowing him to draw, expel, control, and cycle kinetic energy–and convert other energies into it–far more efficiently than with other schools. While his ability with the Arcane and Chemical schools is drastically less developed, one could more accurately state that he has overspecialized at the cost of many foundational skills. In the case of both schools, he uses them almost solely to draw energy and convert it, or to manage his own body’s energies to a degree. Nonetheless, he is somewhat more capable with the Arcane School, allowing him relatively standard–or at least simple–expressions of its signature magics.

❖ Skills

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Catalyze
Chemical{2-5}

By narrowing their focus, the mage drastically increases their awareness of their own biological make-up to the point that they can precisely detect even the mana colonies inhabiting their body. At this stage, the mage will begin drawing energy from their surroundings, deliberately catalyzing the reproductive processes of their colonies. This ability—while not terribly useful for most magic users—is absolutely pivotal for mages possessing the Dualblood Mana Type.

Essentially, by deliberately feeding a sharp influx of power into their mana colony (or colonies) they cause the manas to rapidly begin reproducing, thus causing a sizable increase in their RAS value. Eventually, mages using this spell can hone their control to such a degree that they can actually deliberately target only groups of their manas, allowing them to control the strength of the boost they receive up to a point. At the highest level, these individuals can even turn off the “reproduction signal” in their manas allowing them to more quickly recover from—but never entirely get rid of—the refractory period suffered by Dualblood mages.

❖ Spells

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Force Implement
Kinetic{3-7}

Through a series of varied and complex calculations, a mage skilled in the Kinetic School may arrest control of a chosen amount of air in their surroundings through the use of applied kinetic force. Following this, the mage can ‘shape’ the air using patterns of continuously generated kinetic energy moving in two or more opposing vectors. This results in largely invisible, but entirely tangible, ‘objects’ composed of pressurized air. These objects can be moved and otherwise manipulated by altering the position and orientation of the kinetic energy patterns. Notably, the kinetic force applied to the outside of the ‘object’ moving inwards is incrementally less than the force moving from the core moving outwards. The amount of kinetic energy used can vary. Lastly, if the ‘construct’ is destabilized the outer kinetic field will always fail first, resulting in a localized kinetic explosion. Notably, the pressurized air gradually increases in temperature the longer the spell remains active.

Force Lance
Kinetic{4}

Functioning by the principles of Force Implement, this spell differs only in its shape and in the fact that it has a sort of internal kinetic energy reservoir that Vel can specifically use to—on command—and in an instant accelerate it to frightful speeds. Beyond this, the spell is only particularly notable in that Vel is exceptionally familiar with it due to having practiced extensively in its use.

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❖Perrench - Native speaker.
❖Blarthic Eskandish - Native speaker.
❖Avincian - Fluent spoken. Advanced written.
❖Revidian - Fluent spoken. Advanced written.

Valerian is natively bilingual, being a native speaker in both Perrench and Blarthic Eskandish. Additionally, Valerian had to become fluent in Avincian and Revidian due to his noble upbringing. He is passable in several other local languages, but his grammar is significantly more rough.

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TL;DR

^{_{[ ❖ ] Strengths & Flaws}}

❖ Knowledgeable - Skilled with magical calculations
❖ Athletic - High stamina (Limited)
❖ Exceptional Focus - Multitasker
❖ High pain threshold
❖ Fast Learner
❖ Resilient

❖ Unmotivated - Situational
❖ Emotionally Intelligent
❖ Mischievous
❖ Aloof

❖ Blinded in the face of Injustice
❖ Conflict Avoidant - Emotional
❖ Dismissive - Situational
❖ Part-time Overthinker
❖ Prone to heatstroke
❖ Bad with authority
❖ Physically Limited

Though he’s not one to bring it up, it should not be understated that Valerian is, in fact, a polymath—otherwise known as an individual with wide-reaching knowledge, in this case with his particular areas of expertise being physics and what he refers to as ‘Magical Calculus.’ This form of math is essentially designed around making complex calculations and considerations that allow the magic-user to then create and maintain spells of particular complexity. In tangent with his exceptional ability to multitask, Vel becomes a significantly more impressive specimen than one might think considering his fairly ‘average’ (for a mage) RAS score.

Beyond the above, Vel is in good shape and fairly athletic, if only because he had to increase his physical stamina to compensate for the taxing nature of his mana blood type. Furthermore, on account of his being a dualblood with two active mana colonies, Vel runs particularly hot making him prone to overheating and things such as heatstroke. This means that despite him being in good shape it is not particularly safe for him to exercise or exert himself physically for long periods of time without magical aid. He is, like all Dualbloods, prone to sudden and unexpected bruising—though this has died down more and more as his colonies gradually acclimate to one another’s continued existence.

While he doesn’t suffer from issues of self-esteem, Vel often questions whether he ought to continue on given the sins of his past. This leaves him somewhat directionless and somewhat unmotivated beyond distracting or enjoying himself much of the time. In this way, he can sometimes be misunderstood and thought to simply not care for much of anything at all. Having been more or less controlled by his father’s whims for his entire life, Vel is wont to follow rather than lead. As, though he desires independence, he knows not at all what to do with it. Additionally, though he appears aloof to most things and largely unflappable, the reality is that he is actually far more aware of the harm that simple words or careless actions can cause. While this doesn’t always make him hesitant, it certainly can, and in addition to that, it means that any action he takes that might harm another is one he is likely to secretly agonize over far more than most. Yet, at the same time, Vel is just as likely to challenge authority as he is to follow the leader. This is the result of virtually all such figures in his life abusing their power more often than not. On another note, when faced with his own anger, Vel will often shut down–freezing and fleeing rather than choosing to fight. Only if cornered–physically or emotionally–is he ever likely to choose to fight as he has seen the damage his father’s lack of self-control caused and is adamant not to repeat the man’s mistakes. The only exception, however, is when his anger is in response to injustice, in which it will burn cold and quietly. During such times Vel will often ignore logic and his instincts, instead gunning recklessly to right perceived wrongs.

As a result of the physical limitations imposed on him by his mana blood type, Valerian tends to favor ranged magic. This is largely due to his having to expend energy to keep himself from overheating or otherwise overexerting himself. It should additionally be notated that the variety of his casting is somewhat limited—or at least specialized—due to his lack of training and unique situation. This has resulted in his being particularly good at drawing and casting, whereas his ability to contain energy is severely lacking relative to most mages and his conversion rate is rather middling.

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Money - Owned: Vel has about 349 Magus to his name in the bank, but only carries about 2 Magus worth at any given time.

Wardrobe - Owned: Largely kept in his quarters at Ersand’Enise, Vel has a wide assortment of clothes, the majority of which are high-quality. He does have a series of garments that are…lower class at best, as sometimes he enjoys consorting with commoners as he’s not above such things. This assortment of clothes includes a few different sets of jewelry–mostly rings and necklaces, though there are the rare, but simple earrings for when he’s in the mood for such things.

L'Oeil Ensanglanté - Worn: A Strangely gorgeous and intricate ring made of multiple moving rings, With the 2 most center rings appearing to be made of gears. These central rings each have intricate cravings within and are made of dark steel and vibrant bronze. Each tooth of the gear is marked with a number going from 1-9. The ring has a very intricate enchantment made specifically to assist in the daily life of Dualbloods. The ring is able to keep track of the amount of manas in circulation within the wearer's body, which makes it essentially useless to non-dualbloods. For Dualbloods however, it is an essential tool as each ring is attuned to one of the wearer's mana colonies. As a result, the numbers of the gears serve as a means for the wearer to keep track of their colonies. Each denotation on the gears represents a factor of 10%. Keeping the gears at roughly 5 each is often best.

Stats and Appearance

Additive Effect: 3 manas
Mana Type: None
Longevity: Platinum 2
Efficiency: Platinum
Density: Gold
Capacity: Platinum
Attunement: Platinum 3
Final Grade: Platinum 2

Lilac - Owned: A horse, affectionately named and cared for, Lilac is Vel’s favored mount and in a way, his closest confidante. She is fast, strong, well-trained, and incredibly loyal–if somewhat fiery in her temperament.

Signet Ring Pendant - Worn: Always on his person, if typically hidden beneath his shirt, is the signet ring of his house, which on top of denoting his lineage also serves as a universal sign of his position as heir. The ring is, all-in-all, incredibly intricate and rather ostentatious. It is rather valuable as one might expect of such a thing.

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_{The Leclère Family}

~ “Bloodless and Bloodied.” ~

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Starting with Lazare who was essentially the family’s founder, the Leclère Family has held the favor of three kings since their rise to power. Notably, Benedict the Blessed, Guillaume II, and now Rouis XI have favored the Leclères, with Marius outright having Rouis XI’s ear. They are—nonetheless—considered an upstart and rather young noble family, if a powerful one. The oldblood noble houses hold them largely in disdain, with some notable exceptions for those who have worked with them historically, and perhaps one or two who have recognized their rather impressive rise to prominence. The Leclères are considered unwise to cross, even if they are held—to a degree—in low esteem by some of the old blood houses.

Holding the King’s ear, and a relatively stable standing amongst the high nobility, much of their power comes from political maneuvering, historical reputation, and allies rather than large holdings or huge stakes in the economy. In recent years, there have been rumors that have rather put into question whether it is strictly wise to allow the Leclères in their positions. As such, some of the lower and middling noble houses have closely watched their dealings, watching and waiting for any weakness or opportunity to take them down. This has been what the current head of the family: Marius Phillidor Leclère has been working against as no one would have dared oppose them when his father was in power. So it is that Marius works to ensure that they will not dare do so in the future as well.

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Lazare Phillipe Leclère–Marius’ father–raised their family’s position from that of lesser nobles during the great unrest caused by the War of the Glades. Capitalizing on the shifting political situation and unstable footing of a great many noble houses, Lazare took a gamble on his holdings to raise a small militia, which he went on to train alongside several compatriots who he later allowed to inconspicuously go missing. Once his force was thoroughly trained, he waged a smaller guerilla war on the usurpers to gain the favor of Benedict the Blessed while he remained in hiding. Lazare’s small, but elite, force came to be known as the ghosts of the countryside and demons of the night, striking unexpectedly and with a ferocity not often seen in a force so small.

While they could hardly win a war entirely on their own, their efforts did ultimately earn the King-in-hiding’s attention, which eventually allowed Lazare to join forces with Benedict’s allies. With time and underground collaboration–keeping their plans and troop movements as clandestine as possible–they were eventually able to assist Benedict in reclaiming his throne and securing his rule.

So it was that in the aftermath Lazare and his family were rewarded for their patriotism and loyalty earning themselves land and titles to match. For some time, Lazare bided his time, but to his chagrin opportunity would not present itself again in his generation, so instead he trained his sons such that they could continue his legacy and rise amongst the peerage. Years later, after Lazare had passed–and Marius had “outlived” all his brothers–strife once more reared its head in Perrence. With the country threatened by foreign powers that had once been theirs to control, King Rouis XI found himself desperately in need of allies and advisors whom he knew he could trust. Thus he called upon his old friend. Marius Leclère as the two had attended the same Academy in their youth and the two began their plans to unite the nobility and resolve the war that would come to be known as the Joruban Revolution.

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Marquess Marius Phillidor Leclère.
Marchioness Laufey Sessilia Leclère.
Lord & Heir Valerian Remi Leclère.
Lady Nina-Blær Leclère.