Achronum

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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@Achronum@Trainerblue192@Morose@Blizz@Kirah@PatientBean@Teyao@KazAlkemi@kittyluna45@Half Pint

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Evening - Thur. Oct. 31, 2040

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Anguish was the background to perfection.

It thrummed inside the walls; broken voices and broken minds in a dizzying cacophony as nails scratched at stone and faces pressed against the plaster. All but one task was completed. Every stone counted, every nail shined, every crack smoothed away, and now the brief recess it afforded its labor would end. The task was made to be completed and it was made to complete tasks so this task would be completed and anguish would be the canvas.

It started with shackles of cotton, that no bodies would rise. It grew to planks of wood, that no sound would disturb. It ended with locks of paper, that no magic would find its way home.

The minds were left conscious to witness their failure.

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Each student would wake on October 1st, 2040 to a puzzle box near their beds. Composed of strange metal bars (lacquered mahogany for Finley), they seemed welded together in a cage, but each bar sang a single note when tapped. Playing the correct song found the bars falling apart but every failure made the box smaller.

Successfully removing all the bars found a message scratched into the backs of them:

Acceptance Letter

To Our Most Esteemed Student,

Congratulations on your acceptance to a Strange Academy Coven. Whether you are returning for another year or you are newly enrolled, consider this a most applaudable achievement. Your potential has not gone unnoticed - we are excited to see what you do with it this year.

Your First Eve ceremony will commence on October 31st at 6:15pm in the Hall of Ancients. We recommend arriving at least 30 minutes prior to commencement. You will receive your room and Coven assignments at this time.

We look forward to the wonders you will work.

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The setting sun found the Academy Courtyard alight with lanterns drifting freely about, swaying through the small crowd on a gentle autumn breeze. Music, played on enchanted instruments out of sight, followed in their wake and spectral hands carried trays of horderves and drinks to the students milling around the central fountain. It was the first night of the Academy, opening on All Hallow’s Eve, and anticipation was high. Students with newly awoken magic mingled with those who had honed their crafts over long centuries, a melting pot of traditions and techniques the world had yet to see among the magical world. This was the goal of the Academy: Strengthen the bonds between all magics and forge something new for a brighter tomorrow.

Given plenty of time to arrive, the striking of a bell found three doors thrown wide. Those who had attended Strange Academy before would know each room hosted a different set of students based on their placement for the year, offer them an opportunity to mingle with their classmates, and then learn how their year would progress and how they would be assessed for competency and skill. The Myrmian Hall hosted the novices, just growing into their power and young enough to need a strong, structured Academic experience. The Wandering Hall hosted those who had mastered the basics, but still needed still more academic experience.

And finally, The Hall of Ancients. This would host those whose magics (newly awoken or not) demanded an individually curtailed curriculum or those who needed to be challenged more directly to grow. The hall itself was usually barred from entry but those entering the coven system were invited into its grandeur just this once each year to feel the weight of the power they sought. Thirteen statues held the ceiling aloft here, six flanking each side and one commanding attention at the head of the room. Those sensitive to such things could hear the whispers of those who they represented, though their meanings long lost to time. Marbled floor stretched from the doorway to the last statue, where a short set of stairs ended in a raised platform with a single table and the three Coven Heads speaking softly amongst each other. Fish of dazzling colors swam in a crystal fish tank and changed into new ones every few seconds. A small note in front of the tank simply said:

Catch One

Keys

Please reach out to the GMs before posting so you can get the key you pull! People who have matching keys will be rooming together! It is completely randomized so good luck!

Relevant Passives

Dysphoria: Danger Sense
Callaghan: Predatory Instincts

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Location: Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
Grimore: Invisibility, Image
Skills: N/A

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Invisible beneath the layers of his magic, Nicholas ignored the recommendation and timed his arrival perfectly with the opening of the doors. He didn’t care for the bread and circuses the faculty put on. He’d much rather be holed away in the greenhouse or sipping a drink with a decent book and pipe, but here he was and unseen he’d remain if he could help it. New blood was entering this year and it was always uncertain how civil they’d be. If there were going to be problems, Nicholas wanted nothing to do with it and he’d drag his ostentatious brother out of the way too.

As soon as the doors opened, Nicholas slipped in and wasted no time heading to the tank. Rooming assignments were always “creative” and this year was no exception. A fish tank was better than last year; catching embers spitting out of a raging bonfire was not an experience Nicholas was interested in repeating. He ignored the nagging curiosity at the room for now. There would be plenty of time to investigate once he’d confirmed none of the new blood were threats. He ascended the few steps to the tank, where the Professors were chatting softly to the side and Professor Mikkail and Professor Croan paused in their conversation. Nicholas carefully dipped his hand in the water and stilled.

“Truely, you could not muster up a single iota of care for our expectations? These events are typically attended visibly.” Professor Croan tsked.

“Oh! Nicholas is here? I hadn’t even noticed. Excellent spellwork!” Professor Mikkail laughed. “Let him do as he pleases, Varn. If he doesn’t wish to make a spectacle of himself, then he shouldn’t have to. Right, Sariel?”

“Hm, what?” Professor Sariel looked up from her book, which she snapped shut after her gaze trailed toward the open doors. “The purpose of this exercise is to introduce the other students to each other’s magic. He’s using his magic. What’s the problem?” She asked as she side-eyed the vampire.

“A mood has taken Croan. Tread carefully.” Nicholas thought to his brother, electing not to respond to any of them and wait for the fish to forget there was ever a disturbance. Soon enough, one brushed his hand and he snatched it from the water. As soon as Nicky pulled it out, the fish changed and instead left a slightly damp key in his hand. It vanished beneath his spell as he closed his hand and he stalked off to the side. He attempted to conjure an illusion of himself a handful of paces away but instead his invisibility spell turned to smoke and drifted away. His skin crawled. He fished out a flask from his coat pocket and took a long swig from it.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Danni Kingston

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Location:Kingston-Gray House, New Orleans
Skills: N/A

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Danni giggled as he played tug of war with Amélie. She'd been upset when he finally went to get her-which is fair since he meant to go get her right after dinner and then all that happened-and and upset baby dragon meant teeth and energy, so he'd brought her upstairs after running her around to get most of her energy out before bedtime. Now, she was giving mostly half-hearted tugs and offered adorable little growls when Danni tugged it back towards him. He scrambled up, suddenly back into the conversation as Gideon made an insane suggestion.

“Yeah, we can't play t'at! ‘alf t'e people ‘ere are like, family or are datin’ said family. If ya wanna swap spit or whatever, go do t'at away from ‘ere, ya nasties!” Danni chorused. “Don't go makin’ my ‘ouse nastier t'an it is. God knows its nasty enough.” Danni gave a 1000 yard stare far beyond the little group before Amèlie grumbled and shoved herself into his lap, snapping him back to the here and now.

“Wait, if ya'll only do it wit’ Vision ‘cause ‘e'll survive, t'en like… what ‘happens when ya wanna do it wit’ Beanie, since ya wanna wife ‘er up?” Danni asked thoughtfully and then gagged. “Why is my brain like t'is?! Someone please bleach my brain; I did not need ta imagine t'at and I am done wit’ t'ose questions. Uh, uh, uh, these questions are ‘ard, t'ough. Can I choose… marry Strange ‘cause sorcerers do mad gifts and like daddy, ya know? Kill Vision, sorry Vicky but like I can't get rid of Captain Marvel and I'd never actually kill Vision, I promise! And I guess f-f-fu…” Danni stammered out. He felt his cheeks heat up. The word wouldn't quite come off his tongue; it felt gross and he almost coughed on it.

“Do it wit’ Captain Marvel, I guess.” Danni muttered, curling around Amèlie like a comfortable pillow.

Testing well everything!

Testing well everything!

N/A

Testing well everything!

key

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Wiggle Waggle!

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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_{Paedrus Neacal Macleod
Paedrus Neacal Macleod}

^{"What time do they have to empathize with us monsters?"}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Aloof | Cunning | _________________________________________________________ | Observant | Judgemental | _________________________________________________________ | Self-serving | Patient | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Full Name: Paedrus Neacal Macleod Aliases: Nicholas, Nicky Birth Place: Scotland Age: 616 Birthday: July 18th, 1424 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Yes Build: Swimmer’s Body Modifications: None Habits: Smoking, Drinking Hobbies: Smoking, Reading, Gardening, Sudoku Social Handle: N/A ► Fears Religious Leaders Burning at the Stake Supernatural Hunters Barty Dying ► Toxic Traits Judgmental Selfish Critical ► Likes Magic Reading Plants Smoking Sex Puzzles Vampires Drinking ► Dislikes Short lived creatures Gossip Religion Modern Magic Bats Witch Stereotypes Electronics - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: Mutant and Witch Type: Illusion Magic - Nicholas weaves his magic so he can get some gods damned peace and quiet away from the mundane and drab. ► Grimoire Invisibility - Nicholas makes himself and/or others vanish from sight. Image - Nicholas creates an image of something else that he can manipulate to move. Ventriloquism - Nicholas can create sound or make an active sound seem like it is coming from somewhere else. Reflection - Nicholas creates a multitude of a single image that he can manipulate to move for a short period. Luminosity - Nicholas can create intense light or darkness that does not impede his vision. Pact Magic - Nicholas can forge a magical binding call a Favor that he uses as currency. The intensity of this favor changes based on the original agreement of all parties involved. It creates a small token when complete. Misdirect - Nicholas creates an illusionary replica of himself and casts his senses into it, leaving his body defenseless. Nicholas can move the duplicate and speak through it. Distort - Nicholas can shroud objects and/or people against mundane and magical observation, leaving a strange blur instead. Hex: Hallucination - Nicholas and Barty combine their magic, making a fully immersive illusion that overwhelms all senses. Find Familiar - Nicholas does not currently have a familiar. ► Skills Horticulture +3 Perception +3 History + 2 Deception +2 ► Languages Scottish Gaelic English Telepathic w/ Barty ► Possessions A pipe (changes daily) Tobacco & Tabacco packer Spell Component Pouch Matches Haven Keys Flask Favors owed to the twins: 3 (Agatha, Callaghan, Finley) - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Barty - Small batch whiskey on the rocks. His brother and the last link he has to his family. Nothing else is more important. Nicholas will sell anyone else down the river to make sure Barty is okay. Varn Croan (Prof.) - Nicholas is least annoyed by the vampire of the Professors, and has found his way into his bed more than once. They do find themselves reminiscing on better times and Nicholas is always willing to spend an evening playing checkers with him. Constance Winthrop - Mocktails only. Unexpected acquaintances. Study together weekly, although they tend to study separate subjects. They enjoy a comfortable silence together that others, including Barty, don’t quite understand. Finley Darling/Dysphoria - Bushwacker, extra cream and simple sugar. An interesting combination, the twins found them when they escaped Otherworld. As someone as old as the twins, Nicholas respects Finely more than most. The twins brought the Fey to Strange Academy to give them time to adjust to this world. Finley is one of the very few that Nicholas considers a friend. Rohan - Coffee, sometimes a splash of whiskey cream. Nicholas appreciates his magic and his respect for nature, but does think his sense of adventure is stunted. Nicholas will keep him in the loop if The Haven gets a different coffee blend. Callaghan - Old Fashioned. A fellow history buff that Nicholas feels comfortable enough to trade stories with. Callaghan's obession with connecting woth himans is insane and Nicholas is trying to convince him to give it up. One of the very few Nicholas considered a friend. ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

Early Life

The Macleod twins are relics of a time long gone, born in the throes of the Renaissance and the rise of the printing press. The twins lived a relatively sheltered life in northern Scotland. Travel was difficult in the 15th century and their coven was content with the village well south of Forres.

However with suspicion and fear of the supernatural rising out of Germany and carried on in ink, it wasn’t long until the witch hunts of the mainland spread to the Kingdom of England and beyond. When they were not yet twenty summers old, Elanor Cobham found imprisonment for life for treasonable necromancy and Margery Jourdemayne was burned at the stake in a market square. Both were once well connected and well established in their communities and yet it did not save them. Fear amongst the populace was encouraged and manipulated in a twisted game by the nobility of England and they sent their inquisition north, carrying Kramer’s Malleus Maleficarum.

They thought their village safe, nestled quietly in the foothills in the shadow of their mountain. The village traded less, hunted closer to home, and year by year became less and less present in the world. Their magic flourished and the children of the village played without fear and time was meaningless.

However, there were enough stories for the inquisition to find it.

Inquisition

They struck at night, the comfort of a century unbothered lulling them to safety. They carried torches and pitchforks and rope and kindling. The stench of burning flesh and the screams of men, women, and children carried across the hills into the uncaring darkness. Their family was not spared this horror. Their parents fought, like the others, but their murderers came prepared and their magic found no hold. A special pendant, bearing the mark of the Inquisition of England, was pressed against their coven and their magic broke and failed and the witches found themselves powerless.

If not for the ego of the Priest of Forres, the twins would not have been so lucky as to carry the horrors of their village with them. It was the children they could not bear to see hurt and as the Priest tossed the torch upon their own parents, the twins struck. Illusion and Enhancement, hand in hand, wove the death of all. Fire springing forth, spewing from their parents' mouths, finding purchase in the flesh of friend and foe alike. According to the Inquisition, the Devil himself dragged the village to hell in his wraith and none survived.

But the truth was, the twins burned it to the ground. Entranced in their domain, the twins set an uncontrollable blaze to consume the Inquisition and fled with the few survivors they saved. Neither of them were prepared to mourn their people nor handle the grief of those still living. They travelled the Scottish countryside, incorporating a few of their broken coven into new ones each time they stumbled across them until the twins found homes for all.

16th and 17th Centuries

Sickened by the murders they committed and terrified of the newly created Church of England, the twins escaped England to the New World with Sir Walter Raleigh and assisted in establishing Roanoke. They were withdrawn and quiet, focused on working and presenting a godly image as they worked to find a way to escape. In 1591, a young girl introduced herself to the twins as a vampire and expressed her interest in turning and controlling the settlers. The twins agreed to help in exchange for their own freedom and kept the settlers calm and controlled until she struck. They disappeared into the wilderness for another two decades and reemerged in 1608, joining the citizens of Jamestown.

Their magic ensured questions about their age disappeared on the tongue, kept them well fed and unbothered, even as plague and famine ravaged the settlement. Poor planning had left the colonists without water and poorer tempers wore the relationship with the native people thin. The twins watched without interfering, only stepping in to help with the revolution of 1676 when Nathaniel Bacon ousted Governor Berkley. However, they disappeared when Berkely returned and began hanging those involved.

The twins reappeared some short years later in Salem, Massachusetts, where they found a distant relation, a child of one of those they saved many moons ago. They lived peacefully for a decade, before the witch trials started again. The twins watched as their history repeated itself but this time, the saviors they were had long been lost as they themselves condemned their kin to the flames. It had been too easy, when suspicion fell on them, to plant the devils’ iconography on her and invite the Salemites to find it.

18th and 19th Century

During the 18th century, the twins shuffled from place to place and avoided the growing tension between England and the colonies. They would eventually find themselves in Boston, working in The Green Dragon Tavern. With the rise in tensions against the Crown, the twins once again found themselves assisting in the growth of revolution. Their magic wove privacy around the founding fathers, illusions making them unnoticeable and enchantment easing the concerns of questioning soldiers. Gossip from the RedCoats were a little louder in the tavern and lips a little looser. In the Siege of Boston towards the end of the revolution, the tavern was burned to the ground and the twins lost their home again.

They migrated west with the Louisiana purchase, settling in the melting pot New Orleans had become. When the War of 1812 was declared, the twins decided they would stay out of it and kept to their own business. Intending to stay this time, the twins put down roots. Peadrus entered the workforce as a teacher, using his illusions to age and die as necessary. Again, they decided not to intervene with major events and keep their heads down so they could finally stay in one place.

Unfortunately, a threat to their growing home appeared and the twins found themselves stepping in again. In 1815, whispers made their way to the twins that Andrew Jackson was poised to lose his final skirmish. Outnumbered and outgunned again, the British had the upper hand and were poised to strike the next day. Under the cover of darkness, Peadrus slipped the pair behind the British lines and Pàrlan messed with Edward Pakenham’s head. In the morning, the British assault was disorganized and messy, leaving them with 2,000 dead and wounded. Jackson went home a military genius and the twins contently settled back into their lives.

It was in the Gilded age that they joined a “coven”. A wealthy plantation owner found fun and mystery in the supernatural and the twins, curious to see if it drew any real bumps in the night, offered to participate. The word coven, the twins realized, was loose indeed and it became more of a gathering of debauchery and decadence. Some real powers floated in and out: a moody Asgardian goddess, a vampire, the occasional sorcerer or witch, a demon, an eldritch horror, a Moon Knight, and even a Ghost Rider once. They passed a decade in a pleasurable haze of drugs, sex, and wealth until Marcus.

Marcus was an easy sort, energetic and eager and the twins were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The three of them became close friends and eventually, they opened up about their magic and found acceptance. Marcus joined them at their home, broke bread with them, and even helped Peadrus at the schoolhouse. He’d blown in from the growing west coast, scars waved away as civil war injuries, and slotted himself perfectly into their lives.

Which was why, when he tried to kill them, it shattered their trust forever. Marcus was a vampire hunter, a descendant of Sir Walter Raleigh, who had discovered the truth and swore to save his people from the clutches of the Devil. The twins part had been discovered through a mix of magic and torture and Marcus was tasked with eradicating them. The resulting fight was entirely one-sided, the twin’s magic unsuited for direct engagements, but their spells managed to find purchase and they broke his mind, leaving him at a workhouse where he’d work out the rest of his miserable life in deplorable conditions.

20th and 21st Centuries

The Twins followed the Klondike gosh rush, settling in Seattle for a while. Although they had worked odd jobs at the beginning, the twins opened their own speakeasy in 1920 as the aggressive prohibitions against alcohol were signed into law. Although their magic was used in a pinch, the pair more often sold out their competitors to the authorities (and offered a hefty discount) to ensure their business was safe and enshrined as a center of the underground community. After the end of prohibition, they stayed until the end of World War 2 and sold their bar.

The twins found themselves in Memphis, enrolled in a local high school to keep up with the world at large. It was there they met Elvis, a struggling guitarist with a unique hillbilly style and a blend of cultural music that inspired the worst in people. The twins saw the desperation for fame and fed on it, weaving magic behind his back that made the people love him. He walked out of high school signed by a record label and the twins rode his fame, and more, for an easy life. Nothing more than a charm here, a hex there, and drugs, sex, and music numbed everything else. They were… concerned for their stability when Elvis was drafted was unfounded, the early work they did still holding strong with the addition of records made on his leave. They lived on their golden egg, rode it plenty too, up until the early 1970s when they decided to slip out of bed one night and never return. They didn’t hear of his death until 2001.

This would repeat over the next few decades, clinging to blossoming talent, building their careers for an easy life, and then abandoning and forgetting them when they moved to their next project. Rarely would the twins stick their necks out or get themselves involved in world affairs - they left no footprint, no tracks or marks, no paperwork for someone to find them. Occasionally, they would rehome a werewolf, get a vampire out of the sun, direct a baby witch to the proper herbs and books, but each time they charmed their memories, or never let them see the real them, so that what happened in New Orleans would never happen again.

Of course, whispers of a school for the magically talented reached even them. They believed it a lie, a falsehood circulated by hunters and madmen alike to capture their kind and kill or keep them. They never knew which was worse. But with the itch to settle down again growing, they found themselves back in New Orleans, the French Quarter louder and busier than ever before, and it was true.

Strange Academy

The first year was… difficult. Magic was something woven in backrooms, talked in hushed tones far away from the normal people, kept close and under lock and key. Sharing the art was the first step to dying. The more people who knew a secret, the less it would be kept. They'd learned that lesson in blood and fire and every fiber of their being screamed it was only a matter of time.

But the hunters didn't come. Ambition and greed were certainly present, the promise of miracles too tempting for some, but no one turned on each other. The faculty were genuinely interested in advancing magic, the students eager to learn, and it was… good. It was good.

Maybe a little too bright, though. It was difficult to trust, to connect to people younger and less narrowed, to see the naivety for the safety it indicated. So, the twins made The Haven. Established up in the Neverish, this replica of their Seattle speakeasy connects directly to the school and is an escape for those who need a place to be themselves, as twisted, dark, or just plain dull as that might be. It's a place to relax, where the Twins can enforce the safety, and offer job experience to students who have difficulty finding somewhere in the normal place to work.

There is a hope that now, five years after joining the Academy, this could be forever. But 6 centuries have taught the twins that the other shoe will always drop just when you get comfortable…

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_{Dysphoria
Dysphoria}

^{"Darling, that one suits us best. Let's enjoy them slowly."}

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C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Creative | _________________________________________________________ | Friendly | Talkative | _________________________________________________________ | Flirty | Laidback | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Aliases: N/A Birth Place: California Age: 2 Years Birthday: Not Exactly Known Gender: N/A Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Yes Build: Symbiote Body Modifications: None Habits: Biting when nervous or surprised, sneezing at sudden bright lights, humming Hobbies: Distracting Finley when they meditate, sex, reading fashion magazines. Social Handle: N/A ► Fears Finley Dying Loud, High-Pitched Sounds Being Alone ► Toxic Traits Obsessive (Finley) Lustful ► Likes Finley Sex Brains Chocolate Romance Novels Sports ► Dislikes Toads Snakes Classes Nonfiction Disrespect Iron - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: None Type: N/A ► Grimoire Enhanced Reflexes - Dysphoria is more agile than most humans. Enhanced Healing - Dysphoria heals themselves and Finley rapidly. Danger Sense - Dysphoria is naturally aware of incoming danger. Pseudopod Generation - Dysphoria can create numerous pseudopods and manipulate them independently. Shape Shift - Dysphoria can shift into any creature they have seen. ► Skills Acrobatics +2 Stealth +3 Tracking +2 Perception (Tongue) +3 ► Languages Otherworld English - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Finley - Dysphoria’s host and partner, Dysphoria would kill and die for their Fey. In their mind, Finley is theirs and Dysphoria just lets the others play with them. Barty - Dysphoria and Finley were assisted by him on the first night. A fun partner to share Finley with sometimes, Dysphoria likes talking about the drawings that Barty makes from places they haven’t seen yet. Nicholas - One of the few permitted to call him Nicky, Dysphoria and Finley were assisted by him on the first night. A fun partner to share with Finley and to chase sometimes, Dysphoria finds it funny how he puts on a show of being inconvenienced whenever asked for help. Callaghan - The man smells dangerous and Dysphoria both loves and hates it. He is a fun playmate. Dysphoria wants to try hunting him one day. Connie - Very helpful, very nice. Finley is one good terms so Dysphoria likes her too. She seems tasty too. Rohan - Tastes like wood and sap and magic. It is something nasty and it makes Dysphoria want to fight. ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

History

Dysphoria made their way into Otherworld by accident, on the back of a poor host that could barely sustain them. It was there the symbiote met the perfect host: Finley. Spurred on by their natural curiosity and Finley’s desire to escape, Dysphoria aided Finley in their escape from the strict caste system of Otherworld and returned to a world where she was created but had no memories of.

With the help of Nicholas and Barty, Dysphoria and Finley managed to find shelter at Strange Academy after eating a police officer when they first stepped into this world. Now Dysphoria explores the world of magic and wonder with Finley, eager to see more and eat more, in all the ways it means.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

@Kirah@Morose Here is draft one for Dysphoria!

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_{Dysphoria
Dysphoria}

^{"Darling, that one suits us best. Let's enjoy them slowly."}

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C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Creative | _________________________________________________________ | Friendly | Talkative | _________________________________________________________ | Flirty | Laidback | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Aliases: N/A Birth Place: California Age: 2 Years Birthday: Not Exactly Known Gender: N/A Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Yes Build: Symbiote Body Modifications: None Habits: Biting when nervous or surprised, sneezing at sudden bright lights, humming Hobbies: Distracting Finley when they meditate, sex, reading fashion magazines. Social Handle: N/A ► Fears Finley Dying Loud, High-Pitched Sounds Being Alone ► Toxic Traits Obsessive (Finley) Lustful ► Likes Finley Sex Brains Chocolate Romance Novels Sports ► Dislikes Toads Snakes Classes Nonfiction Disrespect Iron - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: None Type: N/A ► Grimoire Enhanced Reflexes - Dysphoria is more agile than most humans. Enhanced Healing - Dysphoria heals themselves and Finley rapidly. Danger Sense - Dysphoria is naturally aware of incoming danger. Pseudopod Generation - Dysphoria can create numerous pseudopods and manipulate them independently. Shape Shift - Dysphoria can shift into any creature they have seen. ► Skills Acrobatics +2 Stealth +3 Tracking +2 Perception (Tongue) +3 ► Languages Otherworld English - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Finley - Dysphoria’s host and partner, Dysphoria would kill and die for their Fey. In their mind, Finley is theirs and Dysphoria just lets the others play with them. Barty - Dysphoria and Finley were assisted by him on the first night. A fun partner to share Finley with sometimes, Dysphoria likes talking about the drawings that Barty makes from places they haven’t seen yet. Nicholas - One of the few permitted to call him Nicky, Dysphoria and Finley were assisted by him on the first night. A fun partner to share with Finley and to chase sometimes, Dysphoria finds it funny how he puts on a show of being inconvenienced whenever asked for help. Callaghan - The man smells dangerous and Dysphoria both loves and hates it. He is a fun playmate. Dysphoria wants to try hunting him one day. Connie - Very helpful, very nice. Finley is one good terms so Dysphoria likes her too. She seems tasty too. Rohan - Tastes like wood and sap and magic. It is something nasty and it makes Dysphoria want to fight. ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

History

Dysphoria made their way into Otherworld by accident, on the back of a poor host that could barely sustain them. It was there the symbiote met the perfect host: Finley. Spurred on by their natural curiosity and Finley’s desire to escape, Dysphoria aided Finley in their escape from the strict caste system of Otherworld and returned to a world where she was created but had no memories of.

With the help of Nicholas and Barty, Dysphoria and Finley managed to find shelter at Strange Academy after eating a police officer when they first stepped into this world. Now Dysphoria explores the world of magic and wonder with Finley, eager to see more and eat more, in all the ways it means.

Testing well everything!

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_{Dysphoria
Dysphoria}

^{"Darling, that one suits us best. Let's enjoy them slowly."}

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C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Creative | _________________________________________________________ | Friendly | Talkative | _________________________________________________________ | Flirty | Laidbackl | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Aliases: N/A Birth Place: California Age: 2 Years Birthday: Not Exactly Known Gender: N/A Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Yes Build: Symbiote Body Modifications: None Habits: Hobbies: Social Handle: N/A ► Fears Finley Dying Loud, High-Pitched Sounds Being Alone ► Toxic Traits Obsessive (Finley) Lustful ► Likes Finely Sex Brains Chocolate Romance Novels Sports ► Dislikes Toads Snakes Classes Nonfiction Disrespect Iron - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: None Type: N/A ► Grimoire Enhanced Reflexes - Dysphoria is more agile than most humans. Enhanced Healing - Dysphoria heals themselves and Finley rapidly. Danger Sense - Dysphoria is naturally aware of incoming danger. Pseudopod Generation - Dysphoria can create numerous pseudopods and manipulate them independently. Shape Shift - Dysphoria can shift into any creature they have seen. ► Skills Acrobatics +2 Stealth +2 Persuasion +2 ► Languages Otherworld English - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Finely - Dysphoria’s host and partner, Dysphoria would kill and die for their Fey. In their mind, Finley is theirs and Dysphoria just lets the others play with them. Barty - Dysphoria and Finley were assisted by him on the first night. A fun partner to share Finley with sometimes, Dysphoria likes talking about the drawings that Barty makes from places they haven’t seen yet. Nicholas - One of the few permitted to call him Nicky, Dysphoria and Finley were assisted by him on the first night. A fun partner to share with Finley and to chase sometimes, Dysphoria finds it funny how he puts on a show of being inconvenienced whenever asked for help. ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

Dysphoria made their way into Otherworld by accident, on the back of a poor host that could barely sustain them. It was there the symbiote met the perfect host: Finely. Spurred on by their natural curiosity and Finley’s desire to escape, Dysphoria aided Finley in their escape from the strict caste system of Otherworld and returned to a world where she was created but had no memories of.

With the help of Nicholas and Barty. Dysphoria and Finley managed to find shelter at Strange Academy after eating a police officer when they first stepped into this world. Now Dysphoria explores the world of magic and wonder with Finley, eager to see more and eat more, in all the ways it means.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Kingston-Grey House, New Orleans
Skills: N/A
Powers: Enhanced Healing

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Danni skipped down the stairs without a concern. Beanie’d be just fiiiiine. Maybe. Kinda. Sorta! No biggie, just did the one thing that set his parents off with little to no regard for who it was. Whelp. Danni paused halfway down and considered. Should he get involved? Should he jump over this railing and fake an injury? There were too many people in the house for him to consider starting a fire. He could scream and cry, pretend to be traumatized by Poisson’s death, and get a little more attention. Danni pondered it for a little more than a second before he let out a gasp and took the stairs down two at a time. He was missing milkshakes and if he missed the perfect meltiness window, he’d fucking scream!

Sorry Beanie, you’re on your own.

“‘ello! Your favorite person is here!” Danni shouted as he stormed into the kitchen, eyes on the prize as Appa handed them out. He cackled as he snatched his up, taking a full bite out of the mountain of whipped cream he loved. And obvi, with sprinkles because who could have a birthday cake milkshake without sprinkles? Monstrous. He took a healthy inhale of birthday cake shake, doing a happy little wiggle as he drank, and then cheered as Sabine popped back into existence. “‘eeeeeeey! Not dead! T’ey like you!” Danni cheered around a mouthful of deliciousness.

He instantly groaned when Pa said the ‘rents wanted to see him. “First, ya tell me ta leave. Next, ya tell me ta come. What is wit’ t’e ‘ot and cold today?” Danni groaned. With a put upon sigh, Danni shuffled out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. He’d learned to make sure he was loud coming down the hall. Never wanted a repeat of that experience. He stopped at this parents door, pressed his ear to it for a moment, before knocking and throwing it open. “‘ello! It is I, your favorite child!”

Casper was securely snuggled up beneath the covers with James, his head resting on his love’s chest. He loved being able to hear James’ heart beating, knowing that it was matching his own, as his husband’s powers circled around him tighter than their weighted blanket could. It was calming, enough to push those urges off, to keep them at bay for now. That was the best Casper could ever do, really - just choose to not give in, to take a different path for handling his own emotions. ”C’mon here kiddo, we got something to talk to you about,” he lifted his head up, using one of his hands to lift up the blankets to invite his son to come snuggle in close. ”Aaaaand your pops so graciously volunteered to go first!”

He gave James a bit of a pleading look, hoping he seemed suitably cute. He didn’t know how to start this conversation with Danni.

Danni pouted at the complete and unnecessary shut down. If Danni was insecure, he might think he wasn't their favorite child but considering the whole sitch, Danni gueeeeeeeeeessed he could give them a little leeway. Still, it didn't stop him from hopping up under the covers and looking at his Pops expectantly as he took another sip of his milkshake.

“Yes, your Pops made a fully informed and forewarned decision to start this discussion." James drawled, pinching Casper's thigh gently. “So, you spent a little time in your Papa's head. Sabine told us you saw him at a pretty bad time and we just want to make sure you're doing okay.”

Danni sucked a little harder as he rolled the thought around in his head. “Well, Pops ‘asn't been quiet ‘bout ‘is usage and you've mentioned t'at a little deat’ ‘ere and t'ere and t'en also you don't always t'ink ‘bout us sneakin’ ‘round and we've ‘eard. I get it, Papa did some bad stuff when ‘e was younger, but t'at was ‘fore Genosha and me and I'm t'e perfect angel t'at made your lives so much easier! Look at ‘ow much less ya ‘ave ‘ad ta fight for your life!”

Casper was at a complete loss for words here. He wished he had some sort of guidebook for this conversation. Usually he just gabbed and figured things out along the way, but just talking and seeing what came out of his mouth didn’t seem to be working right now. Danni had seen him die. His precious baby boy had seen him die. He hadn’t wanted Danni to ever see that. ”Sooo you don’t have… any questions? Or like concerns? Because you saw… saw me die and you just seem fine? Or is this, like, a trauma response? Jaaaaames is this a trauma response? Do we need to get a therapist? Like if I saw you die, I’d freak out - both of you. And I want you to know Danni that I’m not going anywhere, if you’re pretending to be fine about this, because I love you both and I’m choosing you every time. Even on nights like this when I get mind fucked.” Was that right? Fuck it. He didn’t know.

James watched Danni while Casper rambled. Danni was taking this… very well, considering he'd seen his papa dead. “I know we heard it from your friend, but can you tell me what you saw, kiddo?”

“Okay, well. It was super trippy right? Like, one second I'm chillin’ ‘round t'e table wit’ everyone and t'en BAM we're in this spooky little alley, I t'ink? Idk really, but it was dark and damp and a little spooky and musty. Real musty. T'en we see Papa all done up in zombie make up and all sorts a needles around t'e place and t'en Beanie is all “I'm so sorry, Danni. I know t'is must be ‘ard. Your papa is dead” She was super dramatic ‘bout it too, you woulda liked it.” Danni told Casper, snuggling a little further under the blanket. “And t'en eveyt'in’ got sups blurry and t'en you were eating yummy lookin’ waffles in t'e diner and I was real confused ‘cause t'e waitress lady said soemt'in’ ta Beanie but I cared more ‘bout t'e whole genttin’ out t'in’ ‘cause I like it better when you're not eatin’ waffles all alone in a diner. Plus, ya seemed ta really like t'em but t'ey were wrong. I make t'em wit’ extra love and care and I didn't even see a cook so ‘ow could t'ey be any good? Im gunna make waffles for everyone in t'e mornin’. Do we ‘ave bacon? I want bacon too. Goupy eggs. Gunna make so many goup eggs.”

Zombie make-up and needles? Casper blinked. He was used to being the confusing one - talking with Danni was somewhat like talking to himself. Had he even realized what he’d seen, that he’d watched Casper overdose and wake up in the Void, his own personal hell between this life and the next? He didn’t think much of the waitress - she always seemed mildly annoyed with him when he showed up, but she fed him, listened, and never seemed to mind that he’d leave within the hour to come back to this side of existence. The last time he’d been there for a while… Casper trembled a bit at the memories - about Ben’s disappearance. His breath hitched for a moment.

”Mm, you do make the best waffles,” Casper agreed. He’d missed Danni’s cooking since he’d gone back to school. The things Max portaled in just weren’t the same. He paused for a moment. Maybe they didn’t need to make a big deal out of this. Danni seemed fine. It was all probably fine. He pressed a soft kiss to his son’s head, before pressing one to James’ jaw. ”You’ve been depriving us of your cooking, kiddo. So rude of you to go back to school and leave us here just waiting for you to come back.”

James barely kept the frown off his face as Danni told his story. Sometimes, the kid was like Casper in the worst way. He made a mental note to reach out to the school therapist he knew Danni was still chatting with to look into this. Casper and Danni were the best things that happened to him, but sometimes it took a little while for them to process the big things and James expected those things be showing up in his nightmares soon. And since his last big nightmare ended in the house burning down, it was only fair he put the school on alert. “Can't wait, Danni.” James reached across his husband and pulled Danni in to drop a kiss on top of his head, turning to give one to his husband next.

“Sounds like you're doing okay now but if you need or want to talk about it, you come get us okay?” James smiled. “Don't let it get to nightmares, okay? We can't having our future hero neglecting his mental health.”

Danni beamed at the praise. “I know, my cookin's t'e best! Appa's decent but ‘e doesn't love it like I do. Gotta treat y'all after t'e mot so fun stuff and so you won't miss it too much after t'e contest since we'll go back.” Danni giggled. “And yeah, I promise! Don't want a repeat of last time tbh. But did ya need anyt'in’ else? I wanna go han’ out wit’ my friends!”

”You don’t wanna hang with us?” Casper fake gasped. ”Are we uncool now?” He secretly hoped Danni didn’t confirm that, even if he was kidding around. ”Go and have fun, kiddo. But give your pops and I one last hug before you do, okay?”

“Papa! Of course I like ‘an'in’ out wit’ t'e fam, but ‘ow often do I get all t'e friends ‘ere?!?!?! Like, neeeeever.” Danni put his glass on the bedside table and threw himself at the pair. “Thanks for bein’ my ‘rents. I know I got lucky gettin’ picked by t'e best ones.”

James let out a soft oof as Danni tackled them. He blinked back tears and had to swallow to keep himself from crying at Danni's words. “Thanks for being the best kid anyone could ask for.” James squeezed Danni tight before letting him go. “We love you and we're proud of you. Go have fun. Just don't stay up too late; you don't want to be groggy tomrrow.”

By contrast, Casper lost it immediately, as thick, ugly tears rushed out of him. He sobbed out something that was supposed to be I love you, kiddo but sounded more like a distressed whale song. He hugged back tightly, very aware of the fact he was crying all over both of them, but there wasn’t much he could do to stop it.

“Paaaapaaaaa, noooooooo!” Danni choked out, getting teary eyed. He squirmed his way out of the hug and off the bed, fixing his hair and straightening out his clothes even as he fought back sniffles. “I've been missin’ for so long, t'ey're gunna t'ink I'm in trouble.”

“Go on, Danni. I'll handle your Papa. Tell Dorian we love him too.” James smiled and curled Casper in closer to him.

Danni beamed, blew them both a kiss, and headed out the door, only to door an awkward little shimmy back in side, snatch up his milkshake glass, and bolted back out.