Achronum

Discovering Acadia and a new destiny!

@sharksama Absolutely! The Second paragraph in the post mentions half demons and fey but all sorts wander.

Discovering Acadia and a new destiny!

The words wrote themselves across the originally blank piece of paper in golden flowing script. The page arrived mere moments before in a white envelope you didn't remember anyone delivering. How it managed to get to you was a mystery.

You had never heard of Acadia. Internet searches brought up nothing but conspiracy theories. Missing people, aliens, demons, magic, cults - no one agreed on anything. Magic recently resurfaced, bringing along a surge in humans with innate gifts, either through circumstance or genetics, and those labeled inhumans, beings of other dimensions. They always existed but the return of the ley lines twenty years ago triggered a domino effect and rapidly grew the population. Normal humans still composed 80 percent of the population.

Inside the white envelope lay a long, thin key. As you picked it up, you notice a phrase carved into the shaft. Although you didn't reconize the langauge, you knew that this fit any lock and would lead you, if you wished, to a whole new destiny.

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Set in modern times mixed with a resurgence of magic, this RP would place at Academy Acadia, a school existing in its own pocket space with anchors in the real world. Academy Acadia is its own entity, sending out invitations to those it feels can handle the responsibility of defending the world from the threats that are arising. Each class consists of about 100 people out of the 500 that were invited to join. There are plenty of normal humans around, no powers but a set of skills that puts them above the rest, but half demons, fey, and wizards sit in classes as well.

Anyone interested in trying it? Although mostly students, we could also have an instructor or two as players if someone wanted!

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I think we are waiting on @Jones Sparrow for a response before the rest of us can post. Their page does mention travelling so it might just be a tick ^.^ Worst comes to worst, we ca always have IC conversations :P

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Nao groaned inwardly as they walked through the Hall of Heros. He actively avoided this building after his orientation tour. It was a place for legends, those who strode toward the light relentlessly. Nao wasn't like that. He was brought up by the very darkness they swore to fight. He was tainted by it. He felt small in the presence of these legends. During his first year, he nearly left the academy. Between the bullying and ostrigization from the other magical students and the relentless march of remedial classes, Nao felt out of place. He'd missed years of academic and cultural advancement. He discovered music when he was 13. It took him months to acclimate to the idea of cars and even now he couldn't use a computer effectively. He wielded some of the darkest magics in the book and years of training made it almost impossible for his stoic facade to drop. The Hall of Heros served as a reminder of what he wasn't.

Two females wandered into the group as the approached the center. His nose twitched as he instinctively felt for their blood. Anyone who regularly practice blood magic developed a sixth sense for blood quality and types since spells were specific and often times you didn't have time to ask questions while stripping the liquid out of another's body. The girl with green skin and tipped ears was obviously inhuman. He didn't need magical senses to tell that. He frowned. The other didn't have a scent to her. Interesting. He shook his head slightly. No, bad Nao. That was an invasion of privacy on the highest level.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The voice snapped Nao out of his contemplations. Mr. Scott Lang addressed the group. Nao had a hard time getting a feel for the situtation; the man's face betrayed nothing. The young boy stepped forward to explain, followed by Charlotte. They seemed to have covered the basics of the situation, no need for him to get involved. He glanced at his watch and blanched. He'd never skipped class before. A yawn rose unbidden but he managed to stifle it. A sharp pick on his hand reminded him of something. He was still bleeding. He quickly ruffled through his bag, careful not to drip blood inside, and pulled out small band aids. He tipped off each finger.

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After dropping his spell, Nao's eyes slowly faded back to brown. Damn. He hadn't meant to get involved. Maybe it was just an advanced training excersize. Nao hadn't heard anything about one like this but he hardly noticed everything. Maybe he just ruined it. He was going to be in trouble for interfering. He glanced down at his spilt food and hastily started scooping it back onto the plate. His hands shook slightly and he slowed his breathing. Deep breath in, slow exhale, deep breath in, slow exhale. This was the basic breathing technique they taught him during his first year. It helped, to an extent. He finished cleaning up and dumped the food in the trash. He slunk back against the cafeteria wall, fingers moving while muttering. Starting at his feet, he slowly faded away.

Until he staggered, leaning heavily against the wall. The spell vanished. That's right. He hadn't slept. No way he was going to sneak out the entrance now. He took a deep breath and exited the building. Ahead, James, the one he presumed to be called Mark, another in a black spiderman suit, and the girl who had been clinging to the rocket stood seemingly discussing the scattered rocket parts. He gulped and practically tiptoed over, his 5' 11" frame seeming to shrink as he approached. He cleared his throat hesitantly and bowed deeply once he had the small group's attention attention.

"I am so sorry for interrupting your training." Nao spoke softly, keeping his eyes locked on the ground, "My temper gets the best of me sometimes." He felt his fingertips still dripping but firmly decided to deal with that once he had explained himself. The wounds were small and would probably heal on their own quickly anyways.

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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.