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✡ A collaboration between Gittarackur and Aeolian ✡ ✡ Time: Morning ✡ Location: Crocus (Driving to Fenixtear Guildhall) ✡
The scene was shifting rapidly against the cascading of a long black blur. This blur, which resembled some kind of limousine, was aptly juiced by a Karling-sponsored Obsidian Kite chauffeur's magic power and was speeding along innocuously through the streets of Crocus. Those old quaint homes, stacked one on top of each other, were like a blending tableau of perched burgundy birdhouses as they passed beyond the belly of the vehicle windows. Against the simple black and gold backdrop of the inner compartment were two distinctly different individuals. Otto wasn't having a particularly great day, at the moment. His boss Karlomane Karling had just told him and Dove off for failing to brief the other Koi Fish Tattoo mages on what was going to happen today. How was he expected to share something that was being rumored for months now. While he did have his reservations about taking his most useful sensory mage off guard duty, he felt the others could handle if the need arose. There was one thing still stuck on his mind however, how could he possibly survive his frequent trips into the house when even with 2 Karlings in the house, the house still attempted to kill him.
But as they trudged on through the city streets, there was a tension that permeated the vehicle. It coalesced around them like a smog and Dove was keen on who this was seeping from. Her profession as a companion made her especially in tune with the feelings of others. The slight shift in their body language, the desires they said with their eyes, yet remained unspoken from their lips. Her job often required of her to predict what her companion wanted in that moment, and what they did not. What they wanted to hear. Even in these subtle moments, that need to care for others reared its head. And so as she looked up from the jeweled egg she'd been petting and gazed deeply at the rugged man with the brown hair and scar across his eye. Dove's posture was graceful like a flamingo, eyes burning green and hair like thick sandalwood silk; this mage, famous in Crocus for her beauty, had honed in on the hole that seeped weariness,
"What is it that troubles you so?" she asked, her voice smooth and calming like whipped butter.
Otto lit a cigar as he pondered on what to say to Dove. He surely didn't want to hide anything from her, but telling her what was on his mind wasn't really the best course of action right now. The smoke that was escaping his lips was beginning to dance towards Dove. It began to contort and twist until the words "This is gonna be my last day on the job, I've decided to tender my resignation as of tomorrow.". Dove remained silent for a moment, letting the revelation of Otto's departure linger between them. She only kept a placidly calm gaze, "It would seem that the hands of fate have come to take you." she began, shifting slightly, aware of Otto's history as a man who never seemed to stay put for long due to his life as a mercenary, "Where will the winds take you now I wonder..."
Otto sighed as he heard Dove speak, "Look Dove, I'm probably going to join a guild, settle down, and when I turn 60, I'm going to retire to bask in my personal riches. However, There is no fucking way I'm going to let that bastard keep all of the estate's mysteries to himself. Tonight I'm going to find out just what the fuck happened and report it to the magic council." Otto turned to Dove, putting his hand on her shoulder. "And I'm taking you with me out of this god forsaken mansion. We're going to give up contract work and live straight, honest lives.". Dove winced at the formation of the words Magic Council that escaped Otto's lips. She had experienced the darker (hidden) sides of some of their members as a companion and would rather soon forget those memories. Still, she felt light at the touch of Otto's hand upon her shoulder, appreciating the warm gesture. Dove was a woman with nuanced expressions and feelings, much of her own sentiments repressed in the vain of what she deemed more desirable for another. A feeble smile could be seen upon her lips, but it was a fleeting expression, transitory. And then she looked out of the window, her gaze misty, "I cannot escape Otto. I have been magically bound to Master Karling. My role as his companion has taken an unexpected turn and he does not wish for me to find another to care for...". Her voice was tinged with a muted sadness. Otto may or may not have been aware of Master Karling sinisterly binding Dove to himself, to that forsaken house. And it wasn't a binding that functioned like a leash. It read Dove's intentions. The moment she moved about the world with the intention of escaping (perhaps to reunite with her true love), the link would do something to Dove. Something unpleasant.
Otto wasn't hearing any of it. He knew Karlomane was a sick fuck, but he never knew he was this much of a bastard. Either way, Dove only served to further his resolve and piss Karlomane more the fuck off. "I don't give a flying fuck about what sick twisted chain he has on your heart. I'm buying the services of a mage that can remove it, and after I uncover the mysteries of his house, we're getting the fuck out of there". As the Limo stopped at FenixTear's guild hall, he motioned for Dove to exit. "Come, let's go get these guys, and then we can get on with our lives". Dove remained silent, only speaking to Otto with the longing gaze of his enchanting greens. And after that stillness between them faded like a mist, they exited the vehicle.
✡ "This is much better than that stuffy old circus!" ✡ ✡ Time: Morning ✡ Location: Crocus - Fenixtear Guildhall ✡ Interaction: Ollivander Pottle, Lém (Bee), Grasidia ✡
By morning, the Pottle's (less Bebe naturally) were up and busying about within the innards of the Green Man monolith. Ollivander had slipped into Bebe's room and re-retrieved the envelope with the donations for Fenixtear. It appeared he hadn't fully trusted Bebe to deliver it after all. 18 years old or not, sometimes she still behaved like a flighty child. Bee was busy stuffing his pocket with something stolen from Ollivander's study. The old star merchant hardly noticed. After the umpteenth call from her grandfather and Bee's squawaking in her ear, she finally rose refreshed and ready to take the day!
As she exited the The Green Man, she felt the world beneath her feet and the sunlight seeping deep into her bones. The birds chirped. The wind blew. And Bebe cooed, her braided pigtails flapping about as she ran out into the windy mountainside greenlands. The outer walls of Crocus towered over her in the near distance as she heard a queer swirling popping sound behind her and the remnants of the colossal green man twisting into nothingness. Ollivander shuffled near, patting at his peculiar overcoat, Bee trailing behind him, his face buried in some kind of ethernano-fueled gaming device.
She held her arms out wide, catching the heat waves and peered at the sun through splayed fingers.
"Let us be on our way." Ollivander commanded cooly and she quickly caught up. Bee murmured something like ok, though remained in step with them like a trained puppy.
Bebe looked to her grandfather as they passed through the city gates and suddenly frowned, "You know, I feel completely robbed..." she began, waiting for Ollivander to prompt her to continue. He pursed his lips and looked down at her like a librarian, "My dear, you must elaborate if I am to provide you with substantial feedback."
"Well, since you asked and I've been wanting to get this off my chest..." she continued, instinctively pulling Bee out of the path of a speedy carriage as if it were second nature. Neither of them acknowledged the close call and simply continued forth with what they were doing, Bee with his gaming (he didn't even look up) and she with her morning grievances, "I spent 18 years living in the Star Circus. My entire life spent locked inside those gilded gates like some kind of caged bird. Just from what little I've seen..." she looked out at the hustle and bustle of the city streets and at the birds that flew freely overhead and her eyes sparkled, "...this is a strange and wonderful world and If I..."
Bebe paused, gathering her feelings; Bee bumped into her back but remained transfixed by his game, grunting angrily as he mashed oddly shaped buttons. Ollivander halted too and looked into her eyes, inspecting her curiously for what she was going to say next.
After a moment of their bubbled silence, she shook her head (as if to say nevermind) and continued towards the guild, apparently she knew her way. Ollivander squinted at her from behind before continuing along too, pulling Bee by the shoulder with him.
As Fenixtear came upon them, she paused again and looked to her grandfather, her countenance serious, "If I had known there was so much to see and experience in this world, I would have ran away from the Star Circus long ago. Like I had always planned to."
Ollivander looked at her and crossed his arms, "You were going to run away?"
She nodded, "I didn't because mother begged me not to."
"Which one?"
"Both of them actually. They found one of my dream journals and stopped me on the night that I was going to do it. I'm surprised they didn't tell you."
"Well, you were better off for it my dear." Ollivander said, taking curious notice of the broken window on the front of the guildhall, "There are many wicked and evil things in this world that are better left buried in the abyss where they belong."
"I won't really know for sure unless I experience it though. The good and the bad." she refuted, though was met with a scowl, "You don't need to get run over by a mule to know that it's no good for you. Don't say such foolish things girl. Your sentiments for boundless discovery are grossly misguided."
"What would you know about boundless discovery? Or wonder? Or what lies beyond the mysterious beyond? You just spend all your days collecting and selling stars. The Star Merchant from the Star Circus. How original."
Bee finally looked up from the game, feeling the sudden tension. "He also heals people...." Bee murmured to himself, inaudibly. Ollivander moved close to Bebe and looked over her small 18-year old frame, his gaze like a fiercely stern lioness reprimanding their cub for their own good, "Let me make this very clear my dear. You may be 18 now and you may belong to a guild, but do not be a willing participant in the upheaval of something that could bring about the destruction of others or yourself. Do not fall victim to the thrill of a new journal entry. It is never worth it. Do you understand?"
Bebe returned a scowl back at him, but eventually relented, turning away, "Yes, I understand Papa" she grumbled. With a sour expression, she entered into the guildhall, Ollivander and Bee following soon thereafter. Why did he have to ruin the early sunny mood, she thought, forgetting that it was her who actually started the whole thing. And now she was feeling a little bitter. Her vibe thoroughly killed, Bebe dragged herself through the cocophany of guild mages (some going, some leaving, and some just sitting about) and plopped down at a table occupied by a single exceptionally tall woman with dark hair. Bebe looked up at the woman, giving her a half-assed smile, before pouting to herself, taking out one of her dream journals, and began writing fervently. In moments like these, Elune (her enchanted quill pen) was too slow to convey what she wanted to write in that moment. Papa being a know it all again... she began to write.
But then she suddenly paused and kind of just stared at the woman, her lips quivering feebly as if she wanted to say something to her. Bee came over and sat beside her (instructed by Ollivander he announced, though no one asked. And noticing that Bebe was not listening, he promptly slunk off after hearing a group of mages talking about a haunted forest. He grinned curiously as his figure shrunk from view.) Ollivander went off to offer up the donation to Torys.
Meanwhile, Bebe was still staring at this woman, unbothered if the woman was looking back at her or not and wondering what this weird little pig-tailed girl was staring for. Then Bebe suddenly slammed her journal closed, leaning her face in a little closer to the woman, "Why do people who are older than us always think they know everything? I bet he's lived his entire life in the Star Circus. What does he know about discovery or evil?" Bebe inquired casually, as if confiding to a friend she'd always known and assuming this woman knew what the Star Circus was.
Let it be clear; this was there first time meeting.
Name: Edward Yulestarian Age: 28 Guild Mark Location: Back of neck.
Magic Type:
Out of Sight, Out of Mind, A magic that allows the user to go completely unnoticed (sound and sight). This magic is not be confused with invisibility, as he does not become invisible. This magic simply makes it so no one around him acknowledges his presence, even if he is standing right beside them, as if he doesn't even exist. (The caveat is that for this magic to work, people can't see him when he initially activates the magic. So if he were to activate the magic in front of someone in one room, that person would still see and hear him, but the person in the other room who did not see him activate the magic would not be able to see or hear him when he enters the room.)
Eye Magic, A magic that allows the user to perform various magical feats with their eyes.
The Switcheroo, A magic that allows the user to swap the position of two inanimate(non-living) objects instantaneously so as long as the other person doesn't see them doing it. (So basically, he cannot swap anything if someone is looking at him.)
Eye Magic
X-ray Vision: This spell allows Edward to see through solid objects. This not to be confused with Heaven's Eye (which also allows the user to see over long distances. This magic dos NOT.)
X-Blast: This spell allows Edward to shoot powerful beams and blasts of magical energy from his eyes. (This is his only true form of offensive magic.)
Magic Rank: A Equipment: Fake Gold Coins: He always carries many of these with him, in case he needs to quickly "switcheroo" something.
The Hologram Ring for Lovers: This is a magic ring that creates a static hologram of the person that the wearer loves the most. (This ring is very special to Edward, as he received it as a gift from his lover, Dove)
Strengths: Swindler/Gambler/Thief; A gambler and thief with a knack for trickery and misdirection, his magic lends itself well to his capabilities as a swindler. He tends to target rich people especially.
Clever; Edward is a creative and quick thinker, able to think perceive a situation and formulate clever ways to solve them. Because of this aptitude, he can be very resourceful.
Generous; Despite his seemingly "slimy" nature due to being a gambler, thief, and swindler, Edward is quite like Robin Hood, always looking out for the little people and giving to those less fortunate. Much of what he gains from gambling, thieving, or swindling, is given to the poor.
Street-Fighting; His time living in the slums and streets of Crocus taught him a thing or two about needing to be able to defend if yourself if someone gets a little handsy.
Weaknesses: Dove Middleton; He's never really had any weaknesses that were really obvious. But his love for Mr. Middleton is definitely his achilles heel.
Risk-Taker; Sometimes he can be a risk taker, which can have negative consequences if his miscalculations turn out wrong.
Illiterate; Because he grew up in the streets and slums of Crocus, never attending school or having any true parental figures or guidance, he never learned how to read. He just started learning how to read as an adult, slowly but surely. Nonetheless, this means he has far below-average reading capabilities.
Personality: This street-savy scalleywag knows a thing or two about working a system. He's a secretive and resourceful man with a penchant for thieving, cheating, and generally working as an undercover rebel against the affluent who dominate his city. Edward for all intensive purposes, is a good man though. Charming and clever, he's got a good heart and looks out for the little people more than anyone else he knows. He just does so by conning old rich people, stealing from their homes, and gambling (cheating of course). He's a bit like Robin Hood in this way. This trickster Has a drive to give to the poor and less unfortunate, but this kind of overrides his less than noble means of achieving such admirable endeavors. Despite his debonair facade, he's actually really guarded and gives little about himself or his past. He's cordial to most, but trust very true. His trust must be earned. But he is the type to always give someone a chance. But he's lived a tough life in the slums and understands that chances run thin very quickly. He may seem cool and collected, but don't cross him. He is notoriously spiteful and petty when you wrong him. He tends to only show his lovelier side when he is around Dove. This mysterious beauty is Edward's achilles heel.
History/Bio: The Yulestarians are a family that originates from Crocus that has always been tragically poor. Tucked within the mucky slums of the city was where Edwards life began, with he and his many many siblings and his parents who struggled to make ends meet for all of them. As he youngest child of the Yulestarians, his older siblings moved out long before he was even an adolescent. They all went about their separate ways, though most of them remained poor and were unable to accomplish much in life. Edward despised seeing his family in such a condition. In fact, he hated seeing so many communities impoverished while the rich sat in their mansions and did little to help those who were not in a position to help themselves.
When he turned 16, that was when he took matters into his own hands. It began with small things. Pickpocketing tourist who wanted that real "slum" experience, conning rich people with fake "rare" trinkets, switcheroos that would go completely unnoticed until the person got home and realized their money had been replaced with a wad of tissue. This went on for a while, but ultimately proved to ineffective and not efficient enough to sustain his parents, who were coming closer to eviction after his mother fell ill and was no longer able to work. His father's profession was not enough to maintain even their piss poor living conditions.
While working the streets as a petty thief and swindler, he came across effeminate young fellow named Dove. This poor bird looked so out of place in the slums of Crocus. He wore the clothes of the richfolk, but they were dirty, torn, and bloodied. Using his magic, Edward secretly watched him for several days and nights, following him around the slums of Crocus, hidden within the veil of an existence that even Dove's life magic couldn't sense. But the more he followed this young man around, watching and admiring him from a distance, his delicate face, his sharp blue eyes, his long wavy hair like golden silk; it was safe to say that Edward was becoming enamored with someone who he'd never even spoken to before. This person didn't even know of his existence.
But that wouldn't last long. On one particular night, Edward followed Dove out of the city proper and to the nearby riverbend, where he watched, in secret, the young Dove disrobe and enter into the cold river waters. Or so he thought. Out here, where he was the only person around, Dove's life magic could sense his presence, even while under the veil of hidden magic. And so it was on this moonlit night by the riverbend that they met and became friends. For several years after, Edward had took Dove under his wing, protected him and helped him to survive. And eventually, as these things sometimes happen, they fell in love. They were even more inseparable than ever before, completely bewitched by one another.
Unfortunately, their love would taken a peculiar turn when Dove started working as a companion to rich patrons, was getting featured as a model in Sorcerer Magazine, and became famous and popular within the world of rich elites for his beauty and mysterious aura. Eventually, they'd part ways. Edward would work as a professional swindler/gambler/thief for various guilds, earning enough to eventually move into a decent place where he could move his parents in with him. After this stint of illegal work, he would eventually seek more legal employment by joining a guild (Fenixtear that is). But it is not an easy feat to completely escape our past. Fragments of his past lingers, especially those pertaining to a certain blonde beauty. He has never been able to remove the young man from his mind. He still all these years later, he looks at the hologram of his lover with unwavering love and hope; the little Dove from the slums. Will the stars align for them again?
Extra: He's gay and has a habit of twirling his mustache. That's all.
Dove Middleton
The NPC Sheet for Edward's Lover, ready for review.
The user is able to detect the energy and presence of the living, making them a sensor. It's possible for them to sense through inanimate objects and from far distances. The user can also locate anything that contains Ethernano.
The Jeweled Egg
The origins or contents of the egg are unclear, though he believes he's had it his entire life. However, it appears to be some kind of holder magic, because Dove seems to be able to move objects around with his mind whenever he is holding onto it, so he almost always keeps the egg with him.
Description
When he woke up, he found himself in a rather large bed, in a rather lavish room, in a rather excessively large mansion, and in his hands, a strange jeweled egg. He was 10 years old and had no recollection of his beginnings before this point, though his caretakers, the wealthy Mr. and Mrs. Middleton of the wealthy plantation-owning Middleton family, assured him that all was taken care of and that he would be safe and sound from now on. Though his origins remained a mystery, the latter of what his caretakers had said was true. And so for the next several years, he lived peacefully under the care of the aging Middleton couple, until an incident left them and nearly the entire Middleton family and in-house staff dead and the mansion burned to the ground.
His magic had allowed him to detect the assassins and escape capture, but it was not enough to save his adoptive family from their bloody demise. On the run and fearful for his life, he eventually ended up in the burrows of Crocus, hungry, bloodied, and dirty. While struggling to survive in the slums of the city, he eventually met Edward Yulestarian, a "street rat" like himself who was much more sly and clever. Taken under his wing, they survived the city streets together as young teenagers, and eventually fell in love. However, their time together would take a peculiar turn when Dove, who was working during this time as a Companion to paying patrons, became famously popular and well-known throughout Crocus for his unique beauty and mysterious personality, and was offered an opportunity of a lifetime. He'd never have to go hungry again.
And so, one thing led to another and the lovers departed from each other. Over the next several years, Dove worked as a model for Sorcerer Magazine and as a companion to many different rich clientele, learning many different things from them, like how to use his magic for combat. Some treated him well, others treated him very poorly. Yet through all the pain that his profession caused, he was able to eat what he wanted and buy what he wanted and live a life reminiscent of his time with the Middletons, whose surname he would eventually adopt as his own. But still, he couldn't remove the image of Edward Yulestarian from his mind, that dashing sly devil who taught him how to survive no matter what life threw at him. His heart wallows in the void between his past and future, unable to let go of his lover. Upon the rooftop of his new patron's mansion (Karlomane Karling), with a koi fish tattoo on his upper back, he looks out to the distance, wistfully, longingly, and his profile can only be described as crestfallen and beautiful.
NPC Sheet for Lém "Bee", Bébé's little stepbrother.
Full Name
Lém "Bee" (his nickname)
Age
13
Mage Rank
D
Magic
Shrink Magic
This is a magic that allows Lém to shrink down to the size of a bee, along with anything he may be carrying or touching (including other people). However, he can only shrink down someone else while he is shrinking down himself. He cannot cause someone to shrink and still remain normal sized. While shrunken, he can jump high and far like a flea or a grasshopper.
Description
Lém, more affectionately called Bee, was born and raised in the Star Circus. Similarly to Bébé, Bee's father disappeared from the Star Circus at some point while he was still very young. But unlike Bébé's father who was born and raised in the Star Circus too, Bee's father was known to be an outsider. He came to the Star Circus and eloped with Bee's biological mother, Timothalé, before finding himself a new life and starting a new family in the Rose Garden.
As he grew up in the star Circus with his mother, stepsister (Bébé), stepmother (Sybil), cousins, uncles, aunts, and grandparents, Bee grew up a happy child, filled with the love of his family. Bee was always met with the loving affirmations of his loved ones, which gave him the confidence to perform in the Star Circus at a much earlier age than the average circusfolk, his talent for shrinking lent itself to a very unique performance, particularly by kids his own age who were intrigued by the idea of being shrunk down to the size of a bee. He was especially adored by the circusfolk and the patrons for his cute appearance and happy-go-lucky personality (though he is also a bit of a scardy-cat).
However, as he came into his early adolescence, a sinking feeling began to plague him. Why did my father leave my mother? Why did my father leave me? On one such rare visit, when his mother Timothalé went to visit his father in the Rose Garden to discuss his future contributions to Bee's development, Bee had shrunk down and hidden in his mother's coat pocket. And that was when Bee saw the reality that he had been sheltered from. That his father, with his new wife and 3 children, had seemingly forgotten all about him, moved on and found himself a "better" family. Was I not enough for him, Bee wondered often. With a growing resolve to prove that he was worthy of his father's love, he began taking up sword fighting, his dream no longer to perform at the Star Circus, but to become a Rune Knight. And so, on the night of Bébé and Ollivander's departure from the Star Circus, the stowaway shrank to the size of a bee and hid among Ollivander's luggage, determined to find a swordsman to take him as a protégé.
✡ Inside the Green Man ✡ ✡ Time: The Night Before Morning ✡ Location: Crocus - Outskirts of the City ✡ Interaction: Ollivander Pottle, Lém ✡
It would be a peculiar sight for those who hadn't yet seen it. Just beyond the city proper, stationed and rooted upon the grassy mountainous hillsides of Crocus was a massive colossal. It stood as motionless as a tree, and to the unfamiliar eye, it'd seem like nothing more than a titan-sized monument. But this colossal was more than just a frozen husk of stone; within its crevices was an entire living quarters. A few bedrooms, a kitchen, a study, an outdoor precipice (perfect for Bebe's stargazing and Ollivanders star collecting), and a self-disposing lavatory.
Within one of these bedrooms was Bébé, and so was Lém, but he was out cold, curled up into a ball and snoring under the warmth of a blanket. Bébé's hand was resting upon his head, caressing his hair slightly as she listened to the breathing of her kid brother. She chuckled softly, suddenly bemused and still in a state of slight shock by his presence. It was a surprise for her, but especially for her grandfather, who was not pleased that Lém had stowed away inside one of his luggage bags (thanks to his magic that allows him to shrink all the way down to the size of a bee).
Certain that her magic had put Bee (This is what Bébé called Lém) to sleep for good tonight, she left him to his dreams and rendezvoused with her grandfather Ollivander upon the outdoor precipice on the Green Man's right shoulder. She paused, an expression of admiration on her face as she approached slowly. Ollivander didn't look at her, his gaze affixed to a bright ball of light that was floating from the sky, permeating the space around it with a glittery shimmer until it fell into a porcelain jar Ollivander held out. Once the sparkling ball entered the jar, he closed it, "Consistency is permissible. Illumination measures are a bit replete. Need to tone down variable brightness. Particle emission will do wonders for...". He paused, looking to Bébé, "Have you got all that?"
Bébé blinked, "Ah. Right. Elune?", she called out, and a quill pen came floating from within her night garments. The quill pen autonomously jotted down what Ollivander had said into Bebe's Dream Journal, verbatim, and then lingered around her idly. "Have you forgotten your journal again tonight Papa?", she asked, fingers interlaced behind her back as she came close to the inspect the captured star. Her eyes pulsed against it's starlight, "No no. Never forgotten. Hardly required when your presence is always guaranteed when I commune with the stars." Bébé rolled her eyes and turned away from the jar, her gentle brown eyes looking wistfully to the night sky. The moon was beautiful tonight.
"I want to commune with the stars too." she said softly.
Ollivander looked to her and then to the sky, "In due time."
She could have pressed the matter further, but remained silent. She understood that she had neglected her star collecting duties when she was living in the Star Circus, and now that she was 18 and hadn't collected a single star for use or selling in her entire life, it would be like trying to learning to write with your right hand (she was left handed). She had handicapped herself in the art of star collecting and Ollivander knew this. He'd speak to her about it only when he felt she was ready to learn. And so she remained quiet, as not to agitate him with her persistence. Bébé was charastically persistent and passionate, but she knew her grandfathers quirky temperament. They were different, but also similar in many ways.
After a continued moment of quiet stillness between them, when all that could be heard was the wind and the song of night jays, Ollivander beckoned Bébé to follow him into his study and once they were there, he retrieved a golden envelope with a red seal and slid it into her hands, "For Torys.", he stated blankly, before his gaze grew furrowed and stern, "Now Bébé, I know of your proclivity for distraction..."
"Papa please." she cut in, "I'm just curious about things. Lots of things..."
"Well I need your resolution to this task. These are my earnings from selling stars and I plan to allocate the majority of my earnings to Fenixtear for the foreseeable future."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. And I can't have you fluttering about and then forgetting to deliver this to the guildmaster. Or worse, get yourself captured again."
"Papa, you were captured too..." she jested with a bemused smile.
"An informality. And I'd rather not summon my collosal to squash a few Starless squeebs." (what Ollivander calls weak mages) "They were harmless and we were hardly in any substantive danger."
"Think they'll send more?" Bébé asked, stuffing the envelope into her nightgown and patting it into the pocket for safe measure.
"Indubitably. In any case, you will properly deliver this parcel won't you?"
"Yes Papa." she said firmly.
"Splendid. And we can discuss what to do with that stowaway brother of yours later." he said, a crossed look on his face.
Bébé frowned. "Don't look at me. I didn't tell Bee to do it. Though truthfully, I would have done the same."
Ollivander, though initially furious that Lem had hidden in his suitcase, suddenly smiled. It was a knowing smile, one of familiarity and all too relatable. "As would I."
They both shared a quiet moment only a grandfather and his similar granddaughter can share. An amused smile appeared upon their countenances and then they both laughed.
And so the night ended peacefully; Bébé went to sleep in her own corridor, while Ollivander stayed up a bit later to work on a star formula. Then even he fell to the lull of the night. But in the morning...when the veil of stars dissipate for sunlight, new adventures await. What does Fenixtear have in store for Bébé Pottle, The Dreamer of the Star Circus?
This is a magic that allows Ollivander to summon a massive colossal (the size of Howl's Moving Castle for reference). Though fairly slow due to its size, this sword and shield wielding titan is a durable defensive structure that can house people for protection.
Description
Ollivander, physician first, grandfather second. Or is it grandfather first, and then physician second? The order of sentimentality changes with his mood. Born and raised in the Star Circus, Ollivander came quite late into his magic unlike the rest of his rather large number of siblings. A natural nomad of the night sky, his mother and father were performers in the circus and sellers of stars themselves and, like many Starfolk, he followed suit (selling stars that is). But it seemed like this would be his only contribution to the economic infrastructure of the circus for a while. He was no performer and found that the theatrics of the stage unnerving and not quite suited for his sensibilities or interest.
He would much rather fiddle with his strange stardust concoctions or tinker in the back tent with the Green Man (it was miniature in its initial creation). He was eccentric and had a quirky temperament, known for his sudden outburst, callously harsh wit, and then immediately settling back into the calm and peaceful passions of his personal work as if nothing had happened. Ollivander preferred to stay out of sight and out of mind of tourists, and his parents preferred it that way too. He had scared off tourists on a few occasions with his peculiar "meanness" and insensitivity. When he turned 16, a strange illness enveloped the Star Circus, lasting several years. During that time, his talent for healing via stars captured the attention of a physician from Clover Town who often followed the Star Circus during his off period from the Clover Town General Hospital.
There he trained under this physician (Dr. Gregory Gorft) for several years, eventually returning to the Star Circus and aiding in the eradication of the strange illness that plagued them. He would continue on as the primary physician of the Star Circus and would train his own daughter (Sybil) in the art of healing as well. Despite his lack for formal training (no university education), his practical education and world experience makes him a powerful healer. Knowledge of his skill spread through Fiore and many people came to seek the Star Circus for his aid and not even the performances. He didn't charge anyone for his healing though as it utterly goes against his philosophy as a Healer.
When his granddaughter (Bebe) sought to explore the world and seek out the Wishing Star (a tale he told her countless times and one his parents told him), he relinquished himself to the role of her guardian, leaving his daughter to take over as the Star Circus primary physician. He continues to sell stars for the profit of Fenixtear, but refuses to charge patrons for his healing services.
Name: Bébé Pottle Age: 18 Guild Mark Location: Ankle on her left foot.
Magic Type:
Sleep Magic, A magic that allows the user to induce sleep on single or multiple targets.
Sleep Magic
Sleep Dust: With a flick of her hand, Bébé can release a spritz of glittering dust at her target, putting them to sleep. The range on this spell is short, so she has to be right in front of someone.
Dream Knock: The user creates bubble-like bullets that rush towards the opponent and immediately induces sleep upon impact.
Self-Hypnosis; Preservation : This spell allows Bébé to put herself to sleep. While under the trance of her self-induced sleep, she gains a subconscious sixth sense that makes her extremely evasive, acrobatic, and elusive. Her sleepwalking mode grants her supernatural self-preservation, allowing her to identify and escape danger without consciously thinking out a plan of action. For example, if she were being pursued by enemies faster than her (as this spell doesn't make her move faster or have greater agility), her subconscious instincts would drag her body to just the right spot to avoid getting surrounded, cut off, or captured. This magic isn't perfect, but it is fairly effective. She can wake herself up, but in doing so, immediately loses the the supernatural self-preservation.
Dream Visitor: This spell conjures a bubble like sphere that she releases into the air. She can command this bubble to float to someone, even over long distances just by thinking of them. If that person is asleep when the bubble touches them, it allows Bébé to visit that person in their dreams. Though she cannot control their dreams or nightmares, she can remain hidden and invisible like ghost, or make herself known so she can interact and communicate with them in their dreamworld. (While visiting someone's dream, she is unable to cause harm to the dreamer or boost herself in any way. She is simply a witness/visitor to the dream/nightmare, nothing more.)
Dream Stealer: After leaving someone's dream/nightmare, this spell allows Bébé to capture their dream or nightmare within the bubble and bring it back to her. She can then store this "Dream Bubble" for later use. Upon popping a "Dream Bubble", she releases that person's nightmare/dream into her immediate vicinity as a very realistic illusion. However, once she uses a "Dream Bubble" (from popping it), she cannot reuse it again. The illusion is most effective against the person from whom she stole it from.
Magic Rank: C Equipment: Dream Journal: A journal she carries around with her to write and draw her dreams.
Elune: This is a magic quill pen. It floats about and writes on its own, generally writing or drawing what Bébé subconsciously wants it to without having to verbally command it to do so.
Portable telescope: A portable telescope she keeps strapped to her back for stargazing.
Strengths: Brave; Don't be fooled by her dainty exterior. Bébé is like a lion; courageous, headstrong, and unafraid to jump head first into an otherwise dangerous or dirty situation. She's a plucky and valiant little thing, not willing to let circumstances deter her from her passions and dreams.
Artist; A talent she developed at a young age after constantly sketching in her journals, Bébé can draw extremely well. Though she generally sticks to sketching, she is a magnificent painter as well.
Good Judge of Character; Despite being stuck within the gates of the circus for most of her life, she met many many different types of people from all over Fiore, unlike many people who are only familiar with people from their hometowns. Because of this exposure to so many different types of people, she's become rather perceptive to the different types of people and personalities that exist. She's a pretty good judge of character.
Weaknesses: Hand-to-Hand Combat; She's not a really good combatant with hand-to-hand combat. Will have to be trained from bottom up.
Claustrophobic; Bébé can become claustrophobic in really small enclosed spaces, causing panic attacks. This is one of the very few things that can break her typical visage.
Lost in her own world; Bébé is prone to getting lost in her own dreams and desires, sometimes to the detriment of others. She gets really passionate and single focused on things, which isn't always a good thing. She can become a bit reckless and some of her ideas probably aren't the safest or most practical.
Personality: Despite her lovely and delicate disposition, Bébé is a woman who is bohemian and carefree. Behind her benign smile belies an individual with a keen sense of self-worth and spunk. A woman of wanderlust and a free spirit, she goes where the wind takes her and doesn't like to remain in one place for too long, less she become timid and claustrophobic. She is infinitely imbued with a sense of wonder and discovery, scared of little and daring to do even the dirtiest of work. She doesn't like to get bogged down by the harsh realities of the world and can often become disinterested in things that kill her "vibe". Bébé is dreamy and a serial romantic (she's had several boyfriends up until this point), and likes things that are eclectic, unorthodox, and strange. She can be a bit emotional and moody though. Bebe can also be a little stubborn, pouty, argumentative, and bratty when she doesn't get her way. She's really in tune with her feelings and wears them openly on her sleeve for the most part. Some might refer to her as a hippie and a bit lazy, with her proclivity for napping, dreamlike countenance, and gaze like she's lost in a daydream. To be fair, she is a bit flighty and irresponsible due to her tendency to become consumed by her own desires and passions, sometimes at the expense of others. Despite this, she's a very sweet girl, and is good natured. The results just don't always add up. Also, she loves to nap. Did I mention that? She can take a nap pretty much anywhere.
History/Bio: The Star Circus. Ever heard of it? As the name suggests, the Star Circus is a circus of performing independent mages; a circus that only appears under the starry nights of Fiore. This circus is mysterious and elusive, hidden in the shadows of the sun until the song of the moon and the stars beckon its appearance once more, like a moonlight mirage in the distance. No one knows when the Star Circus will arrive or where it will appear next. The only telltale of its imminent arrival is by the appearance of strange letters upon every doorstep in the nearest city. Will you heed the call of the circus?
Aside from the performances and the beautiful tents and wondrous displays of magic, the Star Circus is famous for one other thing; the selling of stars. Yes, yes, they indeed sell stars to their guests and patrons. The Star Merchants, as they have come to be called, sell all manner of stars and for all matters of peculiarities. Lost stars, fallen stars, stars stored in jars, stars strung along chains to ward off evil magic, stardust for cakes that will bring the eater good luck, stars fragmented and shared to to ones lover for eternal love; but the rarest of their wares were the wishing stars, able to grant wishes to those who were lucky enough to obtain one. Wishful dreamers came from all over Fiore, hoping to get their hands on one of these rare and fabled stars, yet the acquisition of such a magical object was so rare that not even the Star Merchants can be certain when they will have another one ready. It has been 250 years since the last wishing star was sold, many generations of Star Merchants having passed without so much the smell of one, let alone the sight or touch of its composition. No one knows when there will be another wishing star, and most have come to believe them to be nothing but the fable of some cooky Star Merchant's imagination. Only the truest believers believe that the wishing stars are real.
Within the gilded gates of this traveling circus is where the heart of the truest believer begins, the story of Bébé Pottle. Bébé has two mothers, Sybil and Timothalé. Naturally, she has a father as well, but he was out of the picture long before she could consciously perceive the world around her. As the only child to Sybil and Timothalé, Bébé lived a rather sheltered life, and like a bird in a large golden cage, she was never allowed to leave the safety of the circus. She grew up hearing the tales of the wishing stars during her youth from her fellow circus folk family, but was assured that these were nothing but tales of fiction meant to allure the presence of patrons. But something about those stories of wishing stars and the wishes they granted pulled at her heart and her spirit. Within the crevices of her soul, she knew they were real.
After she was old enough to begin practicing her own magic, Bébé began showcasing her own attraction in the Star Circus. Her tent, Mer de rêves (Sea of Dreams), brought the dreams of her patrons to life. Her performance became a popular attraction within the Star Circus, but she grew tired of her life as a simple circus performer. She grew tired of her life within the golden cage. She wanted more. She dreamed of more. She dreamed of finding a wishing star, to prove their existence. She spent so much of her time stargazing and daydreaming, and drawing in her journals which stacked to the ceiling, drawings of peoples dreams and nightmares, and of the stars. But most importantly, the wishing star. Over and over and over, she drew pictures of the wishing star, its shape and size and color ever changing, but it was always the wishing star, and it was always the brightest of them all.
After Bébé came of age, she was no longer bound to the confines of the circus. She would set out on the world and truly experience it in a way that she had never been allowed to when she lived in the Star Circus. With her cat Blank, happy-go-lucky little brother Lém, and her quirky grandfather Ollivander (one of the only people who also believed in the tale of the wishing star), they would set out to uncover the mysteries of the wishing star and find those lost relics of time and wonder and dreams. Eventually, through peculiar circumstances, Bébé, Lém, and Ollivander would end up as members Fenixtear. Though truthfully, it's more like Fenixtear is providing Bébé and her family with a level of protection and security since a really tiny and obscure dark guild called Starless (their entire existence revolves around the Star Circus. They've been following the Star Circus for centuries in hopes of getting their hands on one of the fabled wishing stars.) They sent some of their mages to capture Bébé and her family, but were rescued by Fenixtear. Afterwards, she became a member and has remained loyal to the guild since, though how long will it be before the call of the world beckons her? How long can she stay put before she feels liked a caged bird again in need to be set free?
Extra: Has a pet cat named Blank. She is also very fond of stargazing. Her grandfather, Ollivander, continues his work as a Star Merchant and sells stars to the benefit and profit of Fenixtear. Lém is her younger step-brother (the biological son of Timothalé).
This is a magic that allows Ollivander to summon a massive colossal (the size of Howl's Moving Castle for reference). Though fairly slow due to its size, this sword and shield wielding titan is a durable defensive structure that can house people for protection.
Description
Ollivander, physician first, grandfather second. Or is it grandfather first, and then physician second? The order of sentimentality changes with his mood. Born and raised in the Star Circus, Ollivander came quite late into his magic unlike the rest of his rather large number of siblings. A natural nomad of the night sky, his mother and father were performers in the circus and sellers of stars themselves and, like many Starfolk, he followed suit (selling stars that is). But it seemed like this would be his only contribution to the economic infrastructure of the circus for a while. He was no performer and found that the theatrics of the stage unnerving and not quite suited for his sensibilities or interest.
He would much rather fiddle with his strange stardust concoctions or tinker in the back tent with the Green Man (it was miniature in its initial creation). He was eccentric and had a quirky temperament, known for his sudden outburst, callously harsh wit, and then immediately settling back into the calm and peaceful passions of his personal work as if nothing had happened. Ollivander preferred to stay out of sight and out of mind of tourists, and his parents preferred it that way too. He had scared off tourists on a few occasions with his peculiar "meanness" and insensitivity. When he turned 16, a strange illness enveloped the Star Circus, lasting several years. During that time, his talent for healing via stars captured the attention of a physician from Clover Town who often followed the Star Circus during his off period from the Clover Town General Hospital.
There he trained under this physician (Dr. Gregory Gorft) for several years, eventually returning to the Star Circus and aiding in the eradication of the strange illness that plagued them. He would continue on as the primary physician of the Star Circus and would train his own daughter (Sybil) in the art of healing as well. Despite his lack for formal training (no university education), his practical education and world experience makes him a powerful healer. Knowledge of his skill spread through Fiore and many people came to seek the Star Circus for his aid and not even the performances. He didn't charge anyone for his healing though as it utterly goes against his philosophy as a Healer.
When his granddaughter (Bebe) sought to explore the world and seek out the Wishing Star (a tale he told her countless times and one his parents told him), he relinquished himself to the role of her guardian, leaving his daughter to take over as the Star Circus primary physician. He continues to sell stars for the profit of Fenixtear, but refuses to charge patrons for his healing services.
Full Name
Lém "Bee" (his nickname)
Age
13
Mage Rank
D
Magic
Shrink Magic
This is a magic that allows Lém to shrink down to the size of a bee, along with anything he may be carrying or touching (including other people). However, he can only shrink down someone else while he is shrinking down himself. He cannot cause someone to shrink and still remain normal sized. While shrunken, he can jump high and far like a flea or a grasshopper.
Description
Lém, more affectionately called Bee, was born and raised in the Star Circus. Similarly to Bébé, Bee's father disappeared from the Star Circus at some point while he was still very young. But unlike Bébé's father who was born and raised in the Star Circus too, Bee's father was known to be an outsider. He came to the Star Circus and eloped with Bee's biological mother, Timothalé, before finding himself a new life and starting a new family in the Rose Garden.
As he grew up in the star Circus with his mother, stepsister (Bébé), stepmother (Sybil), cousins, uncles, aunts, and grandparents, Bee grew up a happy child, filled with the love of his family. Bee was always met with the loving affirmations of his loved ones, which gave him the confidence to perform in the Star Circus at a much earlier age than the average circusfolk, his talent for shrinking lent itself to a very unique performance, particularly by kids his own age who were intrigued by the idea of being shrunk down to the size of a bee. He was especially adored by the circusfolk and the patrons for his cute appearance and happy-go-lucky personality (though he is also a bit of a scardy-cat).
However, as he came into his early adolescence, a sinking feeling began to plague him. Why did my father leave my mother? Why did my father leave me? On one such rare visit, when his mother Timothalé went to visit his father in the Rose Garden to discuss his future contributions to Bee's development, Bee had shrunk down and hidden in his mother's coat pocket. And that was when Bee saw the reality that he had been sheltered from. That his father, with his new wife and 3 children, had seemingly forgotten all about him, moved on and found himself a "better" family. Was I not enough for him, Bee wondered often. With a growing resolve to prove that he was worthy of his father's love, he began taking up sword fighting, his dream no longer to perform at the Star Circus, but to become a Rune Knight. And so, on the night of Bébé and Ollivander's departure from the Star Circus, the stowaway shrank to the size of a bee and hid among Ollivander's luggage, determined to find a swordsman to take him as a protégé.
Name: Edward Yulestarian Age: 28 Guild Mark Location: Back of neck.
Magic Type:
Out of Sight, Out of Mind, A magic that allows the user to go completely unnoticed (sound and sight). This magic is not be confused with invisibility, as he does not become invisible. This magic simply makes it so no one around him acknowledges his presence, even if he is standing right beside them, as if he doesn't even exist. (The caveat is that for this magic to work, people can't see him when he initially activates the magic. So if he were to activate the magic in front of someone in one room, that person would still see and hear him, but the person in the other room who did not see him activate the magic would not be able to see or hear him when he enters the room.)
Eye Magic, A magic that allows the user to perform various magical feats with their eyes.
The Switcheroo, A magic that allows the user to swap the position of two inanimate(non-living) objects instantaneously so as long as the other person doesn't see them doing it. (So basically, he cannot swap anything if someone is looking at him.)
Eye Magic
X-ray Vision: This spell allows Edward to see through solid objects. This not to be confused with Heaven's Eye (which also allows the user to see over long distances. This magic dos NOT.)
X-Blast: This spell allows Edward to shoot powerful beams and blasts of magical energy from his eyes. (This is his only true form of offensive magic.)
Magic Rank: A Equipment: Fake Gold Coins: He always carries many of these with him, in case he needs to quickly "switcheroo" something.
The Hologram Ring for Lovers: This is a magic ring that creates a static hologram of the person that the wearer loves the most. (This ring is very special to Edward, as he received it as a gift from his lover, Dove)
Strengths: Swindler/Gambler/Thief; A gambler and thief with a knack for trickery and misdirection, his magic lends itself well to his capabilities as a swindler. He tends to target rich people especially.
Clever; Edward is a creative and quick thinker, able to think perceive a situation and formulate clever ways to solve them. Because of this aptitude, he can be very resourceful.
Generous; Despite his seemingly "slimy" nature due to being a gambler, thief, and swindler, Edward is quite like Robin Hood, always looking out for the little people and giving to those less fortunate. Much of what he gains from gambling, thieving, or swindling, is given to the poor.
Street-Fighting; His time living in the slums and streets of Crocus taught him a thing or two about needing to be able to defend if yourself if someone gets a little handsy.
Weaknesses: Dove Middleton; He's never really had any weaknesses that were really obvious. But his love for Ms. Middleton is definitely his achilles heel.
Risk-Taker; Sometimes he can be a risk taker, which can have negative consequences if his miscalculations turn out wrong.
Illiterate; Because he grew up in the streets and slums of Crocus, never attending school or having any true parental figures or guidance, he never learned how to read. He just started learning how to read as an adult, slowly but surely. Nonetheless, this means he has far below-average reading capabilities.
Personality: This street-savy scalleywag knows a thing or two about working a system. He's a secretive and resourceful man with a penchant for thieving, cheating, and generally working as an undercover rebel against the affluent who dominate his city. Edward for all intensive purposes, is a good man though. Charming and clever, he's got a good heart and looks out for the little people more than anyone else he knows. He just does so by conning old rich people, stealing from their homes, and gambling (cheating of course). He's a bit like Robin Hood in this way. This trickster Has a drive to give to the poor and less unfortunate, but this kind of overrides his less than noble means of achieving such admirable endeavors. Despite his debonair facade, he's actually really guarded and gives little about himself or his past. He's cordial to most, but trust very true. His trust must be earned. But he is the type to always give someone a chance. But he's lived a tough life in the slums and understands that chances run thin very quickly. He may seem cool and collected, but don't cross him. He is notoriously spiteful and petty when you wrong him. He tends to only show his lovelier side when he is around Dove. This mysterious beauty is Edward's achilles heel.
History/Bio: The Yulestarians are a family that originates from Crocus that has always been tragically poor. Tucked within the mucky slums of the city was where Edwards life began, with he and his many many siblings and his parents who struggled to make ends meet for all of them. As he youngest child of the Yulestarians, his older siblings moved out long before he was even an adolescent. They all went about their separate ways, though most of them remained poor and were unable to accomplish much in life. Edward despised seeing his family in such a condition. In fact, he hated seeing so many communities impoverished while the rich sat in their mansions and did little to help those who were not in a position to help themselves.
When he turned 16, that was when he took matters into his own hands. It began with small things. Pickpocketing tourist who wanted that real "slum" experience, conning rich people with fake "rare" trinkets, switcheroos that would go completely unnoticed until the person got home and realized their money had been replaced with a wad of tissue. This went on for a while, but ultimately proved to ineffective and not efficient enough to sustain his parents, who were coming closer to eviction after his mother fell ill and was no longer able to work. His father's profession was not enough to maintain even their piss poor living conditions.
While working the streets as a petty thief and swindler, he came across beautiful young lady named Eve 'Dove' Middleton. This poor bird looked so out of place in the slums of Crocus. She wore the clothes of the richfolk, but they were dirty, torn, and bloodied. Using his magic, Edward secretly watched her for several days and nights, following her around the slums of Crocus, hidden within the veil of an existence that even Dove's life magic couldn't sense. But the more he followed this young lady around, watching and admiring her from a distance, his delicate face, her enchanting green eyes, her soft brown hair like silk; it was safe to say that Edward was becoming enamored with someone who he'd never even spoken to before. This person didn't even know of his existence.
But that wouldn't last long. On one particular night, Edward followed Dove out of the city proper and to the nearby riverbend, where he watched, in secret, the young Dove disrobed and enter into the cold river waters. Or so he thought. Out here, where he was the only person around, Dove's life magic could sense his presence, even while under the veil of hidden magic. And so it was on this moonlit night by the riverbend that they met and became friends. For several years after, Edward had took Dove under his wing, protect her and helped her to survive. And eventually, as these things sometimes happen, they fell in love. They were even more inseparable than ever before, completely bewitched by one another.
Unfortunately, their love would taken a peculiar turn when Dove started working as a companion to rich patrons, was getting featured as a model in Sorcerer Magazine, and became famous and popular within the world of rich elites for her beauty and mysterious aura. Eventually, they'd part ways. Edward would work as a professional swindler/gambler/thief for various guilds, earning enough to eventually move into a decent place where he could move his parents in with him. After this stint of illegal work, he would eventually seek more legal employment by joining a guild (Fenixtear that is). But it is not an easy feat to completely escape our past. Fragments of his past lingers, especially those pertaining to a certain brunette beauty. He has never been able to remove the young lady from his mind. Still, all these years later, he looks at the hologram of his lover with unwavering love and hope; the little Dove from the slums. Will the stars align for them again?
Extra: He's got a habit of twirling his mustache. That's all.
The user is able to detect the energy and presence of the living, making them a sensor. It's possible for them to sense through inanimate objects and from far distances. The user can also locate anything that contains Ethernano.
The Jeweled Egg
The origins or contents of the egg are unclear, though she believes she's had it her entire life. However, it appears to be some kind of holder magic, because Dove seems to be able to move objects around with her mind whenever she is holding onto it, so she almost always keeps the egg with her.
Description
When she woke up, she found herself in a rather large bed, in a rather lavish room, in a rather excessively large mansion, and in her hands, a strange jeweled egg. She was 10 years old and had no recollection of her beginnings before this point, though her caretakers, the wealthy Mr. and Mrs. Middleton of the wealthy plantation-owning Middleton family, assured her that all was taken care of and that she would be safe and sound from now on. Though her origins remained a mystery, the latter of what her caretakers had said was true. And so for the next several years, she lived peacefully under the care of the aging Middleton couple, until an incident left them and nearly the entire Middleton family and in-house staff dead and the mansion burned to the ground.
Her magic had allowed her to detect the assassins and escape capture, but it was not enough to save her adoptive family from their bloody demise. On the run and fearful for her life, she eventually ended up in the burrows of Crocus, hungry, bloodied, and dirty. While struggling to survive in the slums of the city, she eventually met Edward Yulestarian, a "street rat" like herself who was much more sly and clever. Taken under his wing, they survived the city streets together as young teenagers, and eventually fell in love. However, their time together would take a peculiar turn when Dove, who was working during this time as a Companion to paying patrons, became famously popular and well-known throughout Crocus for her sensual beauty and mysterious personality, and was offered an opportunity of a lifetime. She'd never have to go hungry again, she was promised.
And so, one thing led to another and the lovers departed from each other. Over the next several years, Dove worked as a model for Sorcerer Magazine and as a companion to many different rich clientele, learning many different things from them, like how to use her magic for combat. Some treated her well, others treated her very poorly. Yet through all the pain that her profession caused, she was able to eat what he wanted and buy what he wanted and live a life reminiscent of her time with the Middletons, whose surname she would eventually adopt as her own. But still, she couldn't remove the image of Edward Yulestarian from her mind, that dashing sly devil who taught her how to survive no matter what life threw at her. Her heart wallows in the void between her past and future, unable to let go of her lover. Upon the rooftop of her new patron's mansion (Karlomane Karling), with a koi fish tattoo on her upper back, she looks out to the distance, wistfully, longingly, and her profile can only be described as crestfallen and beautiful.
Name: Noah Darling Jr. Age: 19 Guild Mark Location: Behind his right ear.
Magic Type:
Celestial Spirit Magic; As a celestial wizard, this spatial magic allows Noah to summon Celestial Spirits by opening their gates through the use of Celestial Spirit Gate Keys.
Spirit Transformation Magic; A unique spatial magic that allows Noah to astral project by materializing his spirit and causing it to leave his body. Though his spirit form appears translucent and ghostly, it is capable of physically interacting with the world, fly, and pass through solid objects. While in spirit form, his physical body is left vulnerable to assault and remains in a sleep-like state until he returns to it. The down side to this magic is that he is unable to use his keys while in spirit form.
*Currently, he can only open one gate at a time for his Celestial Spirits. *His heart condition ultimately hinders how much he can exert his magic power. Over usage causes serious heart pains, incapacitation, and potentially death.
Gate of the Cup Key: Crateris Based on the Crater Constellation, the celestial spirit mage may be able to summon the Cup Crateris by reciting the quote, "Open the Gate of the Cup! Createris!" This key summons Crateris, a sentient china teacup floating on a saucer. It has a face and a chip on its rim. Crateris is a great conversationalist, but can be a little too chatty. It can fill itself up with any kind of drink that the mage desires.
Gate of the Level Key: Norma Based on the Norma Constellation, the celestial spirit mage may be able to summon the Level Norma by reciting the quote, "Open the Gate of the Level! Norma!" This key summons Norma, who appears as a young woman wearing a dress and a hat. Norma can create platforms for walking and standing on, stairs for reaching high or low places, and she can create doors on solid surfaces, allowing people to walk through the door on one side of a structure and walk through another door to come out on the opposite side of that structure.
Gate of the Whale Key: Ceti Based on the Cetus Constellation, the celestial spirit mage may be able to summon the Whale Ceti by reciting the quote, "Open the Gate of the Whale! Ceti!" This key summons Ceti, a giant whale that can fly through the sky and carry passengers on its back. It can also carry passengers in its mouth for underwater travel.
Gate of the Air Pump Key: Vitter Based on the Antlia Constellation, the celestial spirit mage may be able to summon the Air Pump Vitter by reciting the quote, "Open the Gate of the Air Pump! Vitter!" This key summons Vitter, a peculiar metallic air pump that resembles a pata gauntlet and attaches to Noah's left arm. Vitter is sentient, and speaks in fading whispers in the wind. Through the use of this air pump, Noah can control the wind in a 30m radius around himself. He can control the wind to buffet others with a continuous stream of strong winds, strong enough to make moving forward difficult or literally knock people off their feet. Using Vitter, Noah can create violent swirling winds to cause utter disarray and disorientation, blasts of wind, and even small tornadoes.
Gate of the Unicorn Key: Yunan Based on the Monoceros Constellation, the celestial spirit mage may be able to summon the Unicorn Yunan by reciting the quote, "Open the Gate of the Unicorn! Yunan!" This key summons Yunan, a humanoid unicorn whose horn can create a blinding and destructive flash of light, or, when washing the light over allies, it cures them of sadness and pain, though the effect is only temporary and can become addictive if used too often.
Magic Rank: B Equipment: Dragon Soup: A novel that he has read over a million times, written by famous mage author, Fable Witzerplot. This novel has brought him much comfort and calms his nerves and anxieties whenever he reads it. He carries it everywhere with him (as it is small enough to fit in his pocket).
Key Ring: For carrying all his celestial spirit gate keys.
Heart Monitor Bracelet: A magical bracelet that monitors his heart condition. If his heart is working too much, the bracelet starts to beep, notifying him to slow or stop doing whatever he is doing that is causing his heart to beat faster.
Strengths: Business Savy; People usually underestimate Noah because of his personality, but fail to see his inner flame. He is actually very keen and possesses a business acumen, capable of understanding the nuances of a transaction or business interaction (thanks to his father). His weak-nature often plays to his advantage in these kind of situations.
Wealthy; To put it blankly, Noah is rich, filthy rich. Need I say more?
Baking; He is a really talented baker (thanks to his mother), and loves to bake all kinds of breads and pastries and sweets, especially for his friends.
Weaknesses: Wimp; Noah is easily frightened. He's not very strong willed, so some of his gate keys don't listen to him consistently. He is probably too nice for his own good and doesn't know how to defend himself if people are being mean or saying harsh things to him, causing him to cry or apologize more than necessary. He's a bit of a coward.
Weak Body; Noah has a really weak and sickly body, so he is susceptible to injury more than others. Because of this, he isn't very athletic or good in physical combat.
Heart Condition; Noah was born with a rare heart condition that no magic or doctors have yet been able to cure. Whenever he overexerts himself physically or when using his magic, his heart begins to hurt (he usually clutches his chest when he's having heart pain). The pain usually goes away in a bit after he stops doing whatever he was doing or when he stops using magic. Becoming emotionally riled up can also trigger these heart pains.
Materialistic; Similar to his father, Noah has shown a materialistic side, exhibiting a desire to spend money more than he probably needs to and enjoys buying expensive merchandise and clothing. Although Noah is humble and doesn't act like his money makes him better than anyone, he really enjoys shopping, despite the fact that he could be putting his money to better use.
Personality: Noah has a weak heart and a seemingly weak personality. He lacks confidence in himself and can become easily frightened, discouraged, or anxious about things. He's a bit of a delicate flower, unable to stand up for himself due to his soft-spoken nature and excessive need to apologize. The poor lad is a cry baby and is the type that needs reassurance from others when he feels he is at fault. Although he is more of a listener than a talker, he isn't shy and is very easy to talk to and loves being around other people, as he is the type to feel lonely. From his experiences, there is something about Noah that makes everyone want to protect him. Despite all this, there is a certain fire that burns within him, as he has a great desire to stand up to those who may try to hold him back and is deceptively keen. While he is humble, thoughtful, and modest, and tries not to make light of his family's wealth, he is not above using his good fortune to buy something that he eagerly desires, showing a rather materialistic side as he is into shopping. Despite his lack of courage and self-confidence, he does possesses a distinct business acumen and has a strong devotion to his family's company and continued success. People tend to take his soft nature for being naive (which is not the case).
History/Bio: The Darlings are of old money, whose lineage originates from the city of Margaret Town. Their family wealth began many generations ago when Noah's great great great (great?) grandmother opened up a small clothing boutique called "Darling's Boudoir of Things", and from there, the store took off, allowing her to open up several other clothing boutiques in the riverside city. Over the generations of the Darling family, the company has grown exponentially, as there are many of these stores all throughout Fiore, and they even expanded their wares, eventually opening up several "Darling's Apothecary" stores as well. Though the Darling Company's headquarters continue to reside in Margaret Town, there is a sub-headquarters location operating out of Crocus, which is wear Noah and his parents reside.
When Noah was a young boy, his parents believed that their mansion with the ocean view was haunted. Every night they claimed to see a ghostly and translucent young boy prancing about the corridors, running along the promenade, and flying over the ocean. After hiring a Mage (Spirit Channeler) who specialized in communicating with spirits and ghosts, this person would make a startling revelation. This ghost was their son. After a series of tests, it was in fact true. Every night, Noah had been leaving his body as a spirit and playing about the mansion under the honest belief that he was simply dreaming. This was the first time his parents realized their son could use magic. But this magic would remain largely ignored by his parents as time went on, as they had more pressing matters to attend to, like the heart condition he developed (no amount of money could find a magic or treatment for his heart condition, not yet anyways).
As one might suspect, the Darling's lived a rather lavish lifestyle and did not shy away from making use of the fortunes that life and lineage allotted them. They hosted masquerade balls that only the richest of folk could attend, and Mr. Darling Sr had a proclivity for collecting rare and strange treasures from underground auctions. Noah grew up in this environment, primarily raised by his family's domestic servants and in-house attendants. Despite being spoiled and given a life where he could have whatever he wanted, Noah was lonely for a while. Naturally, his father was always so busy with company work that he often kept himself locked away in his library when he was home. Noah's mother helped his father run the company as well, so personal time with them was always limited. But they were loving folks and he was grateful for that.
Noah attended a private institution for other rich kids, where he was excessively bullied due to his heart condition which made him inferior physically and magically to his peers. He always had to sit out of activities that required him to exert his body or magic power. This experience helped to shape his seemingly fragile and weak, but humble personality, as he found it difficult to cope in such an environment and did whatever he could to find classmates that were kind and didn't allow their wealth to completely cloud their judgement and treatment of others. This school had a very classist mentality.
As the Heir to the Darling Company, Noah was not the snooty know-it-all rebellious type that one might expect of a rich kid. He greatly understood the privileges that his wealth allotted him and wanted to do his best to live up to his parents expectations and to preserve the fortune and success of the company. As an adolescent, he began learning the intricacies of business and of the company, primarily through the instruction of his father and company board members (primarily made up of his uncles and aunts). When he wasn't being pampered or reared as the heir, his mother (a successful celestial wizard and former member of Blue Pegasus who left after getting married), stepped down from her prominent role in the company and began teaching him all about celestial spirit magic so she could pass on the magic to him. Thanks to his Spirit Transformation magic, she saw his potential for magic, and through her, he would learn his capabilities as a celestial wizard and when the time was right, she gave him some of her own keys (that she had acquired over the years) to continue her legacy as a celestial wizard.
Equipped with magic and the aid of his celestial spirits, Noah would seek out a guild that can help him continue to hone is craft. He surveyed several guilds along his journey, first making a stop at Sleuth, and then Blue Pegasus (the guildmaster and his mother were especially fond of his potential enrollment into this guild). After the notoriety of a dragon's defeat pushed a certain Fenixtear guild into the limelight, it became clear to Noah that this was the guild for him to join. But even as a member of a guild, his role as the heir of the Darling Company continues to remain relevant to his life and his experiences. The day will come when it is his time to put on the mantle of his father and ancestors.
I've been keeping my eye on your RP for a few days now and I'm interested in joining if you'll have me.
Name: Bébé Pottle Age: 18 Guild Mark Location: Ankle on her left foot.
Magic Type:
Sleep Magic, A magic that allows the user to induce sleep on single or multiple targets.
Sleep Magic
Sleep Dust: With a flick of her hand, Bébé can release a spritz of glittering dust at her target, putting them to sleep. The range on this spell is short, so she has to be right in front of someone.
Dream Knock: The user creates bubble-like bullets that rush towards the opponent and immediately induces sleep upon impact.
Self-Hypnosis; Preservation : This spell allows Bébé to put herself to sleep. While under the trance of her self-induced sleep, she gains a subconscious sixth sense that makes her extremely evasive, acrobatic, and elusive. Her sleepwalking mode grants her supernatural self-preservation, allowing her to identify and escape danger without consciously thinking out a plan of action. For example, if she were being pursued by enemies faster than her (as this spell doesn't make her move faster or have greater agility), her subconscious instincts would drag her body to just the right spot to avoid getting surrounded, cut off, or captured. This magic isn't perfect, but it is fairly effective. She can wake herself up, but in doing so, immediately loses the the supernatural self-preservation.
Dream Visitor: This spell conjures a bubble like sphere that she releases into the air. She can command this bubble to float to someone, even over long distances just by thinking of them. If that person is asleep when the bubble touches them, it allows Bébé to visit that person in their dreams. Though she cannot control their dreams or nightmares, she can remain hidden and invisible like ghost, or make herself known so she can interact and communicate with them in their dreamworld. (While visiting someone's dream, she is unable to cause harm to the dreamer or boost herself in any way. She is simply a witness/visitor to the dream/nightmare, nothing more.)
Dream Stealer: After leaving someone's dream/nightmare, this spell allows Bébé to capture their dream or nightmare within the bubble and bring it back to her. She can then store this "Dream Bubble" for later use. Upon popping a "Dream Bubble", she releases that person's nightmare/dream into her immediate vicinity as a very realistic illusion. However, once she uses a "Dream Bubble" (from popping it), she cannot reuse it again. The illusion is most effective against the person from whom she stole it from.
Magic Rank: C Equipment: Dream Journal: A journal she carries around with her to write and draw her dreams.
Elune: This is a magic quill pen. It floats about and writes on its own, generally writing or drawing what Bébé subconsciously wants it to without having to verbally command it to do so.
Portable telescope: A portable telescope she keeps strapped to her back for stargazing.
Strengths: Brave; Don't be fooled by her dainty exterior. Bébé is like a lion; courageous, headstrong, and unafraid to jump head first into an otherwise dangerous or dirty situation. She's a plucky and valiant little thing, not willing to let circumstances deter her from her passions and dreams.
Artist; A talent she developed at a young age after constantly sketching in her journals, Bébé can draw extremely well. Though she generally sticks to sketching, she is a magnificent painter as well.
Good Judge of Character; Despite being stuck within the gates of the circus for most of her life, she met many many different types of people from all over Fiore, unlike many people who are only familiar with people from their hometowns. Because of this exposure to so many different types of people, she's become rather perceptive to the different types of people and personalities that exist. She's a pretty good judge of character.
Weaknesses: Hand-to-Hand Combat; She's not a really good combatant with hand-to-hand combat. Will have to be trained from bottom up.
Claustrophobic; Bébé can become claustrophobic in really small enclosed spaces, causing panic attacks. This is one of the very few things that can break her typical visage.
Lost in her own world; Bébé is prone to getting lost in her own dreams and desires, sometimes to the detriment of others. She gets really passionate and single focused on things, which isn't always a good thing. She can become a bit reckless and some of her ideas probably aren't the safest or most practical.
Personality: Despite her lovely and delicate disposition, Bébé is a woman who is bohemian and carefree. Behind her benign smile belies an individual with a keen sense of self-worth and spunk (it's rare that her feelings get hurt). A woman of wanderlust and a free spirit, she goes where the wind takes her and doesn't like to remain in one place for too long, less she become timid and claustrophobic. She is infinitely imbued with a sense of wonder and discovery, scared of little and daring to do even the dirtiest of work. She doesn't like to get bogged down by the harsh realities of the world and can often become disinterested in things that kill her "vibe". Bébé is dreamy and romantic, and likes things that are eclectic, unorthodox, and strange. Even under the bleakest of circumstances, she rarely shows her own discomfort and suffering, opting to hide her pain behind a wistful expression. Some might refer to her as a hippie and a bit lazy, with her proclivity for napping, dreamlike countenance, and gaze like she's lost in a daydream. To be fair, she is a bit flighty and irresponsible due to her tendency to become consumed by her own desires and passions, sometimes at the expense of others. Despite this, she's a very sweet girl, and is good natured. The results just don't always add up. Also, she loves to nap. Did I mention that? She can take a nap pretty much anywhere.
History/Bio: The Star Circus. Ever heard of it? As the name suggests, the Star Circus is a circus of performing independent mages; a circus that only appears under the starry nights of Fiore. This circus is mysterious and elusive, hidden in the shadows of the sun until the song of the moon and the stars beckon its appearance once more, like a moonlight mirage in the distance. No one knows when the Star Circus will arrive or where it will appear next. The only telltale of its imminent arrival is by the appearance of strange letters upon every doorstep in the nearest city. Will you heed the call of the circus?
Aside from the performances and the beautiful tents and wondrous displays of magic, the Star Circus is famous for one other thing; the selling of stars. Yes, yes, they indeed sell stars to their guests and patrons. The Star Merchants, as they have come to be called, sell all manner of stars and for all matters of peculiarities. Lost stars, fallen stars, stars stored in jars, stars strung along chains to ward off evil magic, stardust for cakes that will bring the eater good luck, stars fragmented and shared to to ones lover for eternal love; but the rarest of their wares were the wishing stars, able to grant wishes to those who were lucky enough to obtain one. Wishful dreamers came from all over Fiore, hoping to get their hands on one of these rare and fabled stars, yet the acquisition of such a magical object was so rare that not even the Star Merchants can be certain when they will have another one ready. It has been 250 years since the last wishing star was sold, many generations of Star Merchants having passed without so much the smell of one, let alone the sight or touch of its composition. No one knows when there will be another wishing star, and most have come to believe them to be nothing but the fable of some cooky Star Merchant's imagination. Only the truest believers believe that the wishing stars are real.
Within the gilded gates of this traveling circus is where the heart of the truest believer begins, the story of Bébé Pottle. Bébé has two mothers, Sybil and Timothalé. Naturally, she has a father as well, but he was out of the picture long before she could consciously perceive the world around her. As the only child to Sybil and Timothalé, Bébé lived a rather sheltered life, and like a bird in a large golden cage, she was never allowed to leave the safety of the circus. She grew up hearing the tales of the wishing stars during her youth from her fellow circus folk family, but was assured that these were nothing but tales of fiction meant to allure the presence of patrons. But something about those stories of wishing stars and the wishes they granted pulled at her heart and her spirit. Within the crevices of her soul, she knew they were real.
After she was old enough to begin practicing her own magic, Bébé began showcasing her own attraction in the Star Circus. Her tent, Mer de rêves (Sea of Dreams), brought the dreams of her patrons to life. Her performance became a popular attraction within the Star Circus, but she grew tired of her life as a simple circus performer. She grew tired of her life within the golden cage. She wanted more. She dreamed of more. She dreamed of finding a wishing star, to prove their existence. She spent so much of her time stargazing and daydreaming, and drawing in her journals which stacked to the ceiling, drawings of peoples dreams and nightmares, and of the stars. But most importantly, the wishing star. Over and over and over, she drew pictures of the wishing star, its shape and size and color ever changing, but it was always the wishing star, and it was always the brightest of them all.
After Bébé came of age, she was no longer bound to the confines of the circus. She would set out on the world and truly experience it in a way that she had never been allowed to when she lived in the Star Circus. With her cat Blank, happy-go-lucky little brother Lém, and her quirky grandfather Ollivander (one of the only people who also believed in the tale of the wishing star), they would set out to uncover the mysteries of the wishing star and find those lost relics of time and wonder and dreams. Eventually, through peculiar circumstances, Bébé, Lém, and Ollivander would end up as members Fenixtear. Though truthfully, it's more like Fenixtear is providing Bébé and her family with a level of protection and security since a really tiny and obscure dark guild called Starless (their entire existence revolves around the Star Circus. They've been following the Star Circus for centuries in hopes of getting their hands on one of the fabled wishing stars.) They sent some of their mages to capture Bébé and her family, but were rescued by Fenixtear. Afterwards, she became a member and has remained loyal to the guild since, though how long will it be before the call of the world beckons her? How long can she stay put before she feels liked a caged bird again in need to be set free?
Extra: Has a pet cat named Blank. She is also very fond of stargazing. Her grandfather, Ollivander, continues his work as a Star Merchant and sells stars to the benefit and profit of Fenixtear. Lém is her younger step-brother (the biological son of Timothalé).
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