Achronum

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Nao rushed into the cafeteria, out of breath, glancing at his watch. Fifteen minutes before math class. Geometry they called it. Having been outside the education system for years, he had been taking mostly remedial class for the duration of his stay here. Oh how he loathed these classes. How normal students struggled through years of this, he'd never know. Why would he ever need to know the different angles inside an octogon, he'd never know, He grumbled as he wove between students and tables, mouth watering as he approached food. Lots of people grumbled about the subpar quality of food but after eating gruel, bread, and a few vegetables for years, this was amazing.

Then the screaming started. People churned and jostled others around as a small metal projectile zipped around the room. What was it called. Vaguely remember it from Earth Space science last year... He snapped his fingers. A rocket! That thing that carries things past the planet's edge into space. But this one was small and... hurtling towards a child? That's not the proper use of those as far as he is aware. This was going to be messy. He glanced down and started loading a plate with food while everyone was diverted. He'd help take the kid to the infirmary afterwards.

"Hey!! Heads up!" An older boy swatted the thing out of the way. He seemed familiar. The shield made something click. James Rogers, grandson of Steve Rogers though better known as Captain America, was a bit of a local celebrity. Nao didn't know much about the grandfather outside of the litany of reading materials on the man in history class. He knew even less than that on his grandson, outside of what some nasty rumors circulated and that apparently he had some anger issues. Although he didn't interact directly with the poor students, he couldn't help overhearing while he did inventory or restocked. Though he was the last person to judge anyone.

Then another student turned into an iron man like creature. This was new. He didn't recall this particular piece of technology being covered in class. Must be advanced class stuff. It looked like a demon was taking over a body really. Can't be comfortable. Nao continued to munch on eggs as the now metal covered boy launched himself into the air and snatched at the rocket with thin metal strands. Definitely better but not something that would be perminate as it stayed in flight.

"Some help would be nice though. Please?" Oh yep, not an actual solution. Um, could he help? He wasn't particularly good with tech- He stumbled forwards as some punk screaming his head off bolted for the door. His food hit the floor, the plate rattled. His eyes turned completely black.

"This nonsense has gone on long enough!" He snarled and held out a hand towards the rocket. A long incantation cause a black and red magic circle to whirl into existance at his fingertips and five thin black shafts hurled at the rocket before piercing it. He held the magic circle for a while, waiting to launch more if it moved. Blood started dripping from his finger tips.

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ao rubbed absently at the triangular rune on his forehead as he finished marking the small vials of purple liquids. These were for the allergy affliction, specifically for those who didn't respond well to modern medicines. Nature related powers generally rejected modern medicines so it was good to have some on hand if they ever needed it. He glanced at the brewing schedule. A heavy sigh escaped. The Laevo brewing was a pain. Nao stored away the bottles and waved his hand as the shimmering curtain around him, dismissing it. Although the warding unnecessary here, old habits die hard.

Suddenly noise from outside slammed into Nao. He frowned. It was only two in the morning, who was up at this hou- he froze as he peaked through the blinds. People swarmed the Academy grounds, speedsters zipping between students, a few telekinetics tossing a football between them, and a pair of teleported playing tag. If new arrivals were here... He glanced down at the contraption known as a watch. A gift from one of his professors when they realized he wasn't purposefully late to class, just used a candle to keep a loose track of time. Seems the mistake he made yesterday afternoon took up more time than anticipated. He'd been working for just over twenty four hours. Now that he had a second, his stomach growled loudly and he felt the shaking in his hands. He sighed and picked up his bag before leaving and locking the door behind him. First, a change of clothes and a quick shower then food.

He stuck to some of the lesser traveled pathways of the Academy. It was a new year, people were excited and happy. He disn't need to ruin it with his stoic face and awkward mannerisms. Just over 5'9 and kind of lanky, Nao moved as if he wasn't fully comfortable in his own skin and treaded lightly. It tended to unnerve those not used to him. Really, he just avoided people in generally especially when he hadn't showered in a full day. There was a time he wouldn't even have considered a shower. In the coven, you hopped in the stream. Warm water on demand was such a mercy. Rivers got cold in the winter after all.

Arriving at his dorm, he recited the incantation at the door popped open. Unlike most, Nao specifically requested his door only to be opened by magic. Of course, non magic user administrators could still access the room but someone wandering into his room while he was having a nightmare could be hurt beyond help. It was safer just to deny access to most. The door shut behind him, seamlessly blending with the wall.

He had decorated his dorm room in warm yellows and oranges and red. Fall was his favorite season and he liked to be surrounded by the colors. A few shelves adorned the walls, jars and vials of powders and herbs lined next to books. A small writing desk across from his desk held a stack of neatly organized folders and pens, which he had nearly passed out from delight holding. A miniature quill with ink in it was an amazing sight to behold. At the foot of his bed sat a large trunk covered in wardings. Inside were tomes he stole for the coven after it destroyed itself. The covered everything from sacrificial offering preperations to spells accessing the very depths of another's mind. The Academy nearly confiscated them but a temper flare that resulted in half a building's water pipes exploding convinced them otherwise. Instead they warded the ever lasting hell out of the trunk. Only a few people on the campus knew how to unlock it.

Nao tossed his bag onto the bed before rushing into the shower. He still had trouble figuring out the dials but eventually rinsed away his exhaustion. He looked in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Dark circles had started moving in again underneath his eyes. Another scolding was coming. Oh well. He jammed himself into a black long sleeve sweater, a pair of kahakis, and slung on his lab coat. Snatching up his bag, Nao bolted. If he hurried, he'd have time for a decent meal.

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Nao Saito

Name: Nao Saito
Age: 17

Appearance

Years in the Academy: 3
Ancestors: Unknown
Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects.

History

Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper.

An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that.

Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible.

I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life.

I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance.

- taken from the biography section of his academy application

Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days.

Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.

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Hiya @Jones Sparrow I have a submission if you'd take a look and let me know if I need to edit it!

Nao Saito

Name: Nao Saito
Age: 17

Appearance

Years in the Academy: 3
Ancestors: Unknown
Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects.

History

Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper.

An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that.

Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible.

I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life.

I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance.

- taken from the biography section of his academy application

Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days.

Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.

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@Midnight Flame Character Submission if you are still doing this!

Ren Saito

14 years old, likes food and sleep, dislikes sports and goodie two shoes

Apperance

Personality:
Brutally blunt and obsessively cyncial, demons shaped the larger part of Ren's outlook on life. He accepts everyone acts in self interest and laughs in the face of selflessness. He sees that which some call sins as regular parts of existance and sometimes even actively tries to get goodie two shoes to indulge. Though really he prefers to watch others deal with that. Most of the time, he can't be bothered to do more than half heartedly laugh at the optimistic fools.

History:
Magical families were a bit of work honestly. Between blood fueds and inbreeding, long lineages crumbled and vanished without much outside work. Only those that reconized their dire situations and adapted survived. The Alastire coven and the Saito warlocks set aside their century long wars and came together in an attempt to ensure the survival of their blood lines. Daughters and sons married into the others and several children were born. With the exception of one pair. Regina Alastire and Hikari Saito discovered thier infertility and called on their families excessive knowledge to reverse the twist of fate. And they did.

Ren was born as soon as his mother died. The forbidden magics used to create him infused the baby with the essence of the void, a magical force that draws souls into itself. His father reconized their mistake and sequestered the boy away, conjuring demons as playmates and caretakers. They seemed immune to his corrupting touch.

When he was 10, the demons taught him void walking. Creatures with a close connection to the primordial force could enter the realm at will. It was a dark, twisted version of his reality, structures crumbling and disappearing and creatures unfathomable to the mind skittered to and fro. Space had little meaning in this world. He could ignore solid objects, ignore gravity, ignore distance.

Once his father realized he could escape his room without notice, the boy was considered a threat to the family and was sent away to the Academy to keep him out of trouble

Skills:

Corruption: The void, the all devouring maw, channels itself through his touch and eats away at denizens of Ren's homeplane. Touching them causes waves of fatigue to slowly lull them to sleep as he drains their life force.

Void Walker: Stepping into the void, Ren can traverse large distances regardless of direction. He can bring others along with him but if they are in too long, they are trapped and fade from existance.

Piano: Probably the only positive thing his demon nanny ever taught him. He sometimes plays for hours, only noticing his fingers are raw and aching afterwards.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

I think this has been pretty fun! I haven't been posting cause I'm kinda out cold right now!

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“Look out below!”

Alexander whipped around as the armored prince came hurtling down and sent the civilian flying off his card. What was with toni- The though cut off half way as the supposed civilian transformed and hauled himself back up to the platform. The boy collapsed and Alexander just blinked. It took a moment for everything to set in. The boy’s confusion was plain to tell and well who wouldn’t be. But the universe just had to have its fun. Right now. No witch sure. Instead, a newly realized sun prince. Alexander’s mouth hardened as Smoky snatched the front of the boy’s shirt and practically snarled.

It reminded him of his first transformation. Thankfully, two other moon princes had been around to help. The exhilaration as magic flooded his veins seemed to make the night all the more beautiful. Moonlight waltzing with the soft glow of city night, a cool breeze carrying a scent of flowers above the rooftops, the sound of cars and people passing below. The two helping him learn the ropes told him to stay in the area while they checked out a recently manifested field. They encouraged him to spread his magical wings so to say but not to stray too far away. He teleported eagerly across the small rooftop while flipping cards out in random patterns.

Boredom quickly set in. He roamed further and further away from the original point, teleporting aimlessly around just because he could. That’s when he first encountered the sun princes. He tried to stay hidden, watching them kill off a few shadows, but they noticed him almost immediately. A voice in the back of his mind whispered run and he bolted as quickly as he could. The two hooted and hollered, practically dancing around the inexperienced Moon Prince, thoroughly enjoying the chase before tackling him down mid jump. Apparently, the pair decided their job was to educate Moonies who wandered into their turf. The lesson didn’t leave his skin for several days after that. Thank the heavens for concealer. It would have been awkward to explain to his Mom.

He looked down at the kid thoughtfully. They could do the same but it wouldn’t really have the same impact. The sun princes would probably just mock the poor kid and Alexander wasn’t really into beating the stuffing out of someone that didn’t deserve it. Alexander clucked his tongue disapprovingly at the situation. What could he do that… An idea flickered through his mind. A cold, wicked smile unfurled across his lips.

‘I’ll deal with this Smokey. I have the perfect idea in mind.’ Alexander purred across the link. He picked the boy up gently and looked around. Most of the shadows cleared out, the remaining princes could probably handle the situation themselves. He felt a small twinge of guilt as he watched the conductor but this was an opportunity he couldn’t give up. A trickster couldn’t keep his throne without some surprises after all. He’d just have to deal with this tomorrow.

‘Alrighty listen up Smokey, Conductor. You should have enough to deal with the remaining shadows but I recommend moving away from the Lord of Thorns down there. Seems to be extra prickly tonight.’ He flitted off to a nearby roof top. Weaker than most princes, Alexander was still stronger than a normal person and this waif of a boy didn’t weigh much to begin with. ‘The bond will drop once I’m out of the area and my cards will as well. However, we need to have a discussion. Meet outside the front entrance of Yagami High at the end of the school day and we’ll head over to my house. We’ll have some privacy away from the eyes of prying Sun Princes.’ With that, Alexander sped off across the rooftops. He didn’t want Petal Prince noticing their absence anytime soon.

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Alexander flicked the last card into place, sealing off the circle. With a quick nod to the other prince, he reached up to tap Smokey’s forehead lightly. A softly glowing pink dot appeared and a hushed click in the back of his head signaled the established bond. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them excitedly. A grin spread across his face.

‘Fantastic! The link is set. Now you just have to think and we can talk to each other!’ He turned to look at the bubble thoughtfully, ‘Organization is key to success in a fight and the first step is getting the high ground. This bubble is going to slow us down.’ He drew three cards and slashed the bubble until it popped, reaching in to grab the boy before he fell. He looked a tad younger than Alexander and more than a little confused, though an odd glint in the civilian’s eyes made Alexander pause. Is that… excitement? Alexander pondered to himself but shook it off. No matter now. He snatched up the boy’s collar and slammed him against the barrier, eyes narrowing.

‘Listen here pretty boy. If you value your life, you listen to everything that comes out of my mind. That’s the only thing getting you-” Alexander’s face twitched and he started chuckling silently before releasing the boy. ‘Sorry, sorry! Always wanted to stick the tough guy routine but never can really. But seriously, listen to me if you want to survive. And don’t worry too much about everything; you’ll forget it all when you leave.’ Alexander flipped out a ramp and zipped up it, dragging the civilian up by the hand. He laid a flat card out thirty feet up and motioned for Smokey to follow.

‘Quickly Smokey! We’ll put together a quick plan up here and methodically obliterate…’ His thought trailed off as he glanced back at the Petal Prince. He stopped to deal with a few mob of shadows a block away it seemed but what caught his interest was the magical power that had appeared. It was definitely a Moon prince but they had launched themselves into the fray. Right next to the Lord of Thorns. On an "extra prickly' night. ‘By the heavens, doesn’t the boy have ANY preservation instincts?’ the though growled across Smokey’s bond. He tipped his hat off his head and concentrated on the new prince as it rolled down his arm before flipping it up with a flick of his fingers and caught it in his other hand. With a twist of his wrist, he snatched the new prince from inside his hat and threw a card through. The new prince landed on his feet a few feet away and Alexander whirled around before poking the new boy’s head hard, bringing him into the link between himself and Smokey.

'I'm trying really hard not to believe you're suicidal. Never ever go near a sun prince, especially that one, without backup. You're more likely to end up in a gutter somewhere than helping.' Alexander looked him over and sighed. A civilian and a crazy prince. The only way to make tonight more complicated would be a Witch and that was the last thing he wanted right now. He rubbed at his neck gently. His magic needed a rest. He used a lot on that last teleport.

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Okie dokie artichokie! Thanks so much @Pudding

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Hm question. I think it was already mentioned but are Cosmic Princes visible to humans when transformed? I know if they are in a field no one is but outside of one.

And another. These distortion fields, do they look like witch labrinyths from Madoka or an inverse plane of reality? I think this was also discussed, I just can't seem to find it!