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Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.

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James Kingston




Location: Sidewalk
Skills: Hide in Plain Sight





James watched as Sunshine let herself go and grimaced. He remembered how she managed messed with the police officers earlier. He didn’t envy anyone on her bad side. But then again, maybe he should ask her to infect him. His previous attempts were focus on external stimuli; he hadn't ever had the opportunity to actively attempt an internal issue. He tapped his nose as he watched Sunshine thoughtfully. After the supply run, he’d ask if she would infect him. For science of course.

“Sounds like a plan.” James said, stepping through the portal into the alley. He didn’t have very much information on the situation but if there were purifiers out in bulk with a mutant who lacked control over her powers then it may only be a matter of time before something happened. Hopefully, they’d find the pair before anything awful happened. James sighed, rolled his shoulders, and stepped out of the alley. Purifiers made him nervous and knowing he was wandering amidst them didn’t help. James headed down the sidewalk along with the other foot traffic, keeping an ear out for any signs of conflict.
James Kingston




Location: Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





“I’ll join you, Erg. If something does happen, I can get people back on their feet faster than some bandages and I can take some nasty hits without needing attention myself.” James offered. Hopefully, nothing would happen but it's nice to have a walking medpack when there was a chance for injury. Plus, they needed Jack for the supply run and James really needed those supplies sooner rather than later. “And hey I’m a handy meat shield if things get really desperate.” He joked.

“Did you see anything while you were surface side, Max? Any reason why there would suddenly be a larger police presence?” James asked. Although the DC police were definitely a bit paranoid about mutants, James couldn’t imagine they had the spare resources to send police buzzing to every area that may lead to the tunnels.
James Kingston




Location: Red Guard Mobile Unit - Sydney, Australia
Skills: N/A





James turned out the conversation involving the agitated agent, instead focusing on the dossier given to them. The Hulk was an issue so the challenge but from his profile, Banner was far more easily handled. Incredibly intelligent, forward thinking, and empathetic. James tapped his fingers along to the tune he hummed softly as he read. But a lack of episodes in recent years suggested something changed for the scientist and James stilled his fingers over the page on Banner’s son.

His fingers stilled as he read about the man's son again. The Hulk was an issue but leaning on Banner's other emotions could solve that tricky little bit. If they separated the son from his father, put him in a secure location the Hulk was unaware of, and spent a few days turning the boy it may make controlling Banner that much easier.

And in the event Banner went green? Well, place a bomb in a location near wherever they discussed a civil path with Banner, detonate it if things go south, blame it on a human or inhuman, and then broadcast it to shake the faith of anyone who protects him has as the Hulk turns the city into mush. A pile of dead bodies and a burning city should serve to isolate the monster from his allies and keep him in the open long enough for the unit to apprehend.

“Our mission is to apprehend, secure, and return the Hulk.” James confirmed without looking up. He spoke calmly, like he was discussing the weather rather than taking down a monster. “And you're right. Meeting the Hulk head on would practically guaranteed our failure. Banner's last episode was over (age of child), before the birth of his son. If we want to keep Banner's lid on, we should separate and isolate the child for a few days. Send out texts or whatever communication method they standardly use to keep the suspicion off while we gain his cooperation. Then use the child to urge for Banner's compliance. Avoid and evade the monster.”

“And if that doesn't work? Prepare to detonate a government building or something. Blame a disgruntled human and then let the Hulk does what he does best. A body count and a pile of rubble will ensure practically anyone will be willing to hand him over once he's calmed down.” James shrugged as he closed the documents, his face void of emotion as always. “As long as no one knows what set him off, the responsibility falls entirely to him and whichever unfortunate normy the organization decides.”




The dining hall buzzed with energy as mages and more than a few turned flitted from station to station. Students were still trickling into the hall in small groups discussing wherever they were coming from. Several familiar faces sat scattered around, Joey and Kanalie chatting away at one table as Declan and another mage played cards between bites. Their table and the surrounding ones were either empty or populated on the side far away from the group.

Elsewhere in the hall, Ralph debated something with Aine and Aricile as he scoffed at the latter’s gestures. Ailsalia sat adjacent to them, chuckling at something a vampire holding a mage’s leash was saying.



The Arena stood silent. Most students left as soon as they could but a few still wandered around, although some members of the Arena Guild stayed behind to clean and inventory equipment. The floor of the Arena was empty save a few training dummies and a locked sword rack left out for the next lesson. The clouds from earlier in the evening cleared somewhere, the Arena sands shimmering in the dappled moonlight.

Beneath the floor of the Arena, Dracion filed a few injury reports. A few mages tried to break his dulling enchantments and suffered the backlash he wove into them. Athena helped as the pair worked in silence. Athena’s partner, a mental mage named Hannah Harbuckle, sat in the corner eating and working on homework, muttering to herself all the while.

James Kingston




Location: The Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





James nodded at Erg’s demand. One or two more people should be easy enough to find. Sunshine’s prodding at Erg made James chuckle to himself. Seeing some normalcy was nice, no guns or powers or threats or anything. That much confrontation made James a little queasy fi he was being honest. It made him feel a little better about everything going on; right up until the greeting died on his tongue as Max nonchalantly dropped a bombshell of a request and, just the cherry on the cake, in front of Erg. James couldn’t help a snort at the absurdity of it slip out.

“Slow down there dude. Let’s take a second and wade through that mess you just made.” He laughed in disbelief. Who in their right mind made a request to put the group housing them’s needs behind two random people in a supermax in front of the guy leading said group? How was this kid still alive. “Lets just go down the list here. First, have you lost your fu-” He looked at Sunshine and around at the rest of the community, noting children running about, quickly reconsidering his wondering. “Mind? The group who helped you need your help and you want to move on just like that? Kinda a poor move there dude. Second, you’ve just met Jack and you already want to break into a-and correct me if I heard this wrong but I think I heard you loud and clear-supermax with him? Thirdly, the supply run will take an hour tops since we ignore travel time. If, and this is probably a no, someone agreed to that insane request, it would take months of planning. They aren’t called supermaxes for nothing dude.” James pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“How about instead of figuring out how to help two people you don’t know and Jack-someone you’ve known for less than 24 hours I may add!-, you help us with this run and then you figure out your next step from here?” James suggested.


“An Astorio of a lesser branch and a headhunter for the Council.” Varis replied absently as the discussion drew his attention. Varis would have more information once he put his inquiries out but the Astorio didn't rank high on his list of priorities and Varis didn't imagine that would change. Varis sighed again, a long suffering sigh of intellectual decency. What was it with these neanderthals and their constant disrespect of the sanctity of educational space? He stepped to the bottom of the stairs, clearing his throat loudly.

“If you are intending to continue your discussion with your pet, I insist you continue it outside of my lecture hall where you forgot your manners, Count Astorio.”Varis reprimanded Victor as red creeped into the edges of his eyes. “As for you Mr. Spellman, I recommend you watch your behavior while under investigation. Your family and your business depend on it.” Varis snapped at Aaron. “Boy, you will escort Mr. Alderman to the dining hall immediately. This is not an arena. I will not tolerate this behavior again.” He shook his head as he turned back to Eris and continued with their discussion as if nothing happened

“Unfortunately, I feel you would enjoy him far too much to train him properly. I believe it's best he stay with me; although, you are more than welcome to visit him if you wish.” Varis returned the egg to his briefcase and started powering down the computer. “Walk with me for a while after this. I'm sure you're interested in getting your fingers on your poor mage but I'll only keep you for a bit. I've the dubious pleasure of hosting the Academy's Chaend and there is nearly a year's worth of work to do in far less than that so I'll be handling that during this intermission. We'll have more time when we go into town later anyways.” He shrugged on his coat and snapped shut the case. “Now tell me, what delayed your arrival? I know you fancy the fashionably late statement but two days seems excessive.”

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“It is less a promotion and more a shackle. The Princess, in her infinite wisdom, saw fit that I may watch over the imbeciles while she keeps the pandering oaf busy. Who cares that I have a myriad of other obligations.” Varis responded to Eris, clearly irritated about the point. Although she played the game for eight centuries longer, Varis did not like being on this end of it. He barely registered Aaron kneeling, his attention instead focused on the Spellman. His question played right in Varis’s intentions, opening up the floor to the possibility of more. Rewarding him and punishing others for more docile lines of inquiry would keep the right people on the wrong path. He did love when a web spun itself.

“You are correct.” Varis confirmed Salem’s assumption. “I didn’t require it for that reason. I don’t have time for a shadow and even less for someone outside my House.” Varis stared Salem down until the boy left, watching him walk away.

“Now, Eris. This is Aaron Starag, the great many times over grandson of Landar Starag, and my mage for at least the duration of my stay at the Academy. Though with his incoptiencies, I would not be suprised to see him stay a Sinnenodel.” Varis looked down at the kneeling mage. “You may stand. Eris and I have known each other for the past two and a half decades and is one of the few mostly tolerable vampires I acquaint myself with. You’ll do well to respect him as much any other noble.”
James Kingston




Location: The Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





James's horror at Sunshine's offer quickly disappeared as Erg's question kick started the gears in his head. Carrying the equipment he needed for the wiring and the lights would be easy enough but the additional gear needed for the generators would be heavy and bulky. He'd prefer a whole generator but he probably couldn't count on that. One extra person to carry stuff plus one more just in case they actually found a few larger pieces.

“Well, you probably know the logistics of this kinda stuff better than I but I need at least two more people to carry equipment.” James said slowly as he considered. “Maybe another person or two to help keep an eye on things while we look? I know you said it was pretty lightly guarded so you'd know better than me on that front. So, two more than myself at minimum for some heavy-ish lifting depending on what we find.” James looked at Sunshine and back at Erg. She was definitely enthusiastic at least. “When do we head out?”
Varis, with over a century tucked under his belt, felt confident when he said he could handle most things. From out maneuvering petty political opponents to orchestrating several assassinations halfway across the realm during a Lord’s ball, Varis had trudged through plenty of situations in his life with little more than a twinge of aggravation. So when the doors to his classroom unceremoniously slammed open, Varis expected just another mild bump in the road that he’d bulldoze with a few sharp words and maybe a thrall just because he could. But all that went out the window when none other than Eris fucking Samael strutted down his stairs like a red carpet event.

Varis would never admit he’d been shocked into silence for more than a few moments but irritation snapped him out of that as the vampire threw his orderly class into disarray. He’d watched the offending vampire saunter his way up to the podium, glaring daggers all the while, before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing for a long while. When he’d requested Eris make some noise in the news to cover for Ryner’s idiotic decisions, Varis expected a scandal with one of the nobility. Maybe a little blackmail, maybe a failed fling, he didn’t particularly care. The last thing he’d expected, or wanted really, was the movie star involving him directly. He had several choice words for his acquaintance but they’d have to wait. He had a room to bring to heel now.

“Settle down.” Varis cracked like a whip above the din of the classroom and most students quited immediately. Those that didn’t, he made the point to stare them down until they did and Varis turned his attention back to the offending party with a hint of a sneer. “If you are going to have the audacity to be late Mr. Samael, I recommend avoiding your typical theatrics. While your vanity affords you certain privileges in our society, I will not tolerate you distracting students from one of the most important subjects of their lives. You will sit there,” He pointed at the empty Sinnenodel chair in front of the podium. “Until I decide you can behave yourself and if you cannot, I will be more than happy to implement a scaling deduction to your overall grade until you can. You will stay after class to catch up on the material you missed.”

“As for you Countess Marivaldi, I would appreciate it if you left interruptions to me. Your lackluster commentary opened the floor to further chaos and deprived your classmates of valuable time. As a noble, your behavior serves as an example to your…” Varis glanced around with a pause, clearly reconsidering his wording. “Peers and perpetuating the discord Mr. Samael benefits no one. Return to your seat so we can continue. As for your question, roughly seven individuals since its creation have seen the Starag Clause. The five custodians through the years, Princess Ryner, and Queen Anastasia are everyone I am aware that have the privilege of seeing the document. As for your question Mr. Spellman, plenty. Obsolete and cruel laws are struck from record often enough. Society is vicious enough without people remembering the pain they’ve caused in the past. Removing such distractions allows us to grow in a direction more beneficial for everyone.” Varis looked up at the mage with a raised brow. “That question earned you an additional ten points on your next paper. Include that question in the paper’s heading,”

“Moving on. Our first oral argument will revolve around Article 2 and a high profile amendment that ultimately failed. In 1857, the Astorio family introduced the Equilibrium Act which would add that mages who lost their magic would still be considered mages for the purposes of feeding even though they no longer met Article 2’s requirements. This was in response to the Dravonican Plague of 1855, a disease that devoured a mage’s magic and left them catatonic if they survived. It left massive logistical issues amongst lower vampiric society and far too many had to be put down as a result of taking human life in frenzy fueled feedings. In an attempt to alleviate the pressure from the after effects of the plague, enterprising nobles Alister Eve and Nicholas Astorio popularized bottled blood shortly after the amendment’s introduction and subsequent failure at the hands of the Marivaldi.” Varis paused. “As we delve further into the Foundation Articles, you will be expected to develop your own amendment in response to the Dravonican Plague with the intent to reduce the loss of life suffered by vampire, mages, and humans alike.” Varis went to continue but the ringing of the bell cut him off. Apparently Eris’s little distraction took more time than he anticipated. He made eye contact with Aaron, snapping his fingers at feet before turning his attention back to Eris. His expression did soften slightly, a shade shy of fond. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”
Varis, with over a century tucked under his belt, felt confident when he said he could handle most things. From out maneuvering petty political opponents to orchestrating several assassinations halfway across the realm during a Lord’s ball, Varis had trudged through plenty of situations in his life with little more than a twinge of aggravation. So when the doors to his classroom unceremoniously slammed open, Varis expected just another mild bump in the road that he’d bulldoze with a few sharp words and maybe a thrall just because he could. But all that went out the window when none other than Eris fucking Samael strutted down his stairs like a red carpet event.

Varis would never admit he’d been shocked into silence for more than a few moments but irritation snapped him out of that as the vampire threw his orderly class into disarray. He’d watched the offending vampire saunter his way up to the podium, glaring daggers all the while, before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing for a long while. When he’d requested Eris make some noise in the news to cover for Ryner’s idiotic decisions, Varis expected a scandal with one of the nobility. Maybe a little blackmail, maybe a failed fling, he didn’t particularly care. The last thing he’d expected, or wanted really, was the movie star involving him directly. He had several choice words for his acquaintance but they’d have to wait. He had a room to bring to heel now.

“Settle down.” Varis cracked like a whip above the din of the classroom and most students quited immediately. Those that didn’t, he made the point to stare them down until they did and Varis turned his attention back to the offending party with a hint of a sneer. “If you are going to have the audacity to be late Mr. Samael, I recommend avoiding your typical theatrics. While your vanity affords you certain privileges in our society, I will not tolerate you distracting students from one of the most important subjects of their lives. You will sit there,” He pointed at the empty Sinnenodel chair in front of the podium. “Until I decide you can behave yourself and if you cannot, I will be more than happy to implement a scaling deduction to your overall grade until you can. You will stay after class to catch up on the material you missed.”

“As for you Countess Marivaldi, I would appreciate it if you left interruptions to me. Your lackluster commentary opened the floor to further chaos and deprived your classmates of valuable time. As a noble, your behavior serves as an example to your…” Varis glanced around with a pause, clearly reconsidering his wording. “Peers and perpetuating the discord Mr. Samael benefits no one. Return to your seat so we can continue. As for your question, roughly seven individuals since its creation have seen the Starag Clause. The five custodians through the years, Princess Ryner, and Queen Anastasia are everyone I am aware that have the privilege of seeing the document. As for your question Mr. Spellman, plenty. Obsolete and cruel laws are struck from record often enough. Society is vicious enough without people remembering the pain they’ve caused in the past. Removing such distractions allows us to grow in a direction more beneficial for everyone.” Varis looked up at the mage with a raised brow. “That question earned you an additional ten points on your next paper. Include that question in the paper’s heading,”

“Moving on. Our first oral argument will revolve around Article 2 and a high profile amendment that ultimately failed. In 1857, the Astorio family introduced the Equilibrium Act which would add that mages who lost their magic would still be considered mages for the purposes of feeding even though they no longer met Article 2’s requirements. This was in response to the Dravonican Plague of 1855, a disease that devoured a mage’s magic and left them catatonic if they survived. It left massive logistical issues amongst lower vampiric society and far too many had to be put down as a result of taking human life in frenzy fueled feedings. In an attempt to alleviate the pressure from the after effects of the plague, enterprising nobles Alister Eve and Nicholas Astorio popularized bottled blood shortly after the amendment’s introduction and subsequent failure at the hands of the Marivaldi.” Varis paused. [color=f7976a]“As we delve further into the Foundation Articles, you will be expected to develop your own amendment in response to the Dravonican Plague with the intent to reduce the loss of life suffered by vampire, mages, and humans alike.”[/color[ Varis went to continue but the ringing of the bell cut him off. Apparently Eris’s little distraction took more time than he anticipated. He made eye contact with Aaron, snapping his fingers at feet before turning his attention back to Eris. His expression did soften slightly, a shade shy of fond. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”
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