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The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Akira Kage

Name: Akira Kage
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Human
Room Number: 338
Rooming with: Lilith
Alignment: Records Sealed: school admin only
Appearance:

Appearance

When not intending to fight the leg and arm guards are removed, allowing the light armour to easily work as casual clothing.

Akira has brown short hair, and blue eyes. Akira's chosen attire is to allow him the flexibility and practicality required to wield his weapons and carry out his duties to the best of his abilities, though the cowl and face scarf are typically only worn during assignments.

Personality: Akira has a relatively calm personality, however his calmness can easily be swayed into anger when provoked. He shows a deep respect for those he classes as being his superior, and does not intentionally disrespect those he deems to be on his level. Having adapted well within an accepting community Akira has the social ability to remain within a group of peers without having to force conversation to take place. Although he can be talkative at times he will adapt his socialising for the group he's currently with. However this often makes him come across as untrustworthy as people often believe that he's only trying to please his current audience.

Bio: Akira Kage's life is very lightly, if at all documented, it's believed that any official files kept on him before this point has been deleted or sealed. The only file that has been released to The Academy is how Akira had came into contact with his current 'family'. It details that Akira had tracked a member to one of their operations building 48 hours after the member had already made the journey, claiming that he had followed 'their scent' and had even used it to bypass the facilities security. Having wondered into a facility that is typically kept out of reach of the public it had decided that it'd be dangerous to let Akira, who they knew was a mystic to leave. However, the events following left Akira unscathed and several of the would be attackers incapacitated. Once Akira had finally been successfully restrained it was decided from the higher ups that their intention should be to recruit the teenager rather than dispose of him. Playing to a young persons desire to make fortunes he was offered payment simply for following people of interest. Having successfully completed several tracking assignments, Akira had been accepted into their ranks, along with receiving the promised payments.

Power 1: Aura Manipulation
Power 2: Magic Suppression
Likes: Wealth, tracking
Dislikes: Failure, 'undesirables'
Family: Records Sealed: school admin only
Friends: None
Sentimental Attachment: Tape Recorder - an important, yet simple piece of equipment Akira uses to record short messages to be used in a larger report.
Weapon: Twin daggers & crossbow
Other: Records Sealed: school admin only

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Irvine flinched at the sound of an approaching voice, this definitely was not what he had in mind for when he came here. Social interaction was not exactly a strong suit for him, but typically it wasn't something that bothered him. "P-Parole officer?" Irvine tilted his head to one side in thought. "Fortunately, I'm not that bad at what I do to get by. Take what you need, what not you want." Irvine shifted his right hand on his rucksack strap trying to get a tighter grip, it didn't feel like it was going to hold for much longer. "So long as you keep your head reasonably down, the law won't come looking for you."

Having answered the first question it only seemed what most would class as 'polite' to address the second. "Aside not knowing where the heck I am? Not much is the matter, apart from maybe the 'stuff of legend' that are standing on this field." Irvine sighed. "I had come to accept that not all thing is the world are what society would call 'normal' didn't know how not normal can get." As was clear from most of the conversation earlier it was apparent that his ability to pick up on sarcastic remarks weren't so good. "The hood is merely in place to not draw attention, but I suppose that would only work in the city. Clearly it didn't work, so it really serves no purpose." On making that point the hood thinned as it faded from existence.

Irvine was in half a mind to walk away after making his points. However as he glanced around the field and the others that had gathered there he decided he fancied his chances much more where he currently stood. "So I've answered your questions. Why did you come here?" Irvine motions to blow smoke away from himself before his shadow forms at his shoulder almost as a thin fan as it wafts it away from his vicinity. He shook his head in reaction "Stop." and with that the fan like shape dissipated back into the air. "It can't always be controlled, hence here we are."

@EchoicChamber

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Irvine navigated the back alleys of the town he most frequented as he looked down to the invitation letter. How their messenger had been able to locate him despite his constant movement made him question the integrity of the locals in his head. Though it would do him no benefit to seek payback upon them, how did he even get invited to this place anyhow? The 'Ordinary Mythical Academy' the letter appeared official enough so it was definitely worth checking out, they clearly at least had some knowledge of his lack of social skills, the messenger had merely handed him the envelop and then left without explanation. Irvine pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he adjusted the battered bag strap for the rucksack bearing what few possessions he owned. A field was the designated meeting spot for those who couldn't fly... a field, an open space with little to no objects that would cast any shadows apart from those stood in it. Just the idea of being out in the open was discomforting enough, Irvine tried not to think of how many people might be there, or if there'd be anyone similar to himself.

With walking being his only method of getting there Irvine have been travelling for some time before the destination was in sight. According to the letter the headmaster would be meeting the students that had gathered there to take them to the academy. The location of the Academy itself was clearly nowhere reachable on foot, especially with the ability of flight being a prerequisite of getting their alone. Perhaps however there was other means than flight? Well even if there was Irvine probably didn't have the means of using such a method. Surely that would be why the headmaster would be meeting those that head to the field after all. Reaching the final stretch before the field Irvine once again pulled the strap of his bag trying to shift its position as the material strained rubbing against his shoulder.

By the time he had made it over to the field it would appear that some students had already gathered at the meeting point. This open space was an even more unwelcome location than what he had previously imagined. There was too much, well, openness the only light struck things were those that were there, some of which weren't even human. "This was a dumb idea..." Irvine mumbled to himself as he turned to leave. Before him however stood a silhouette of himself as he glanced behind him to see the sun at his back he sighed. "We don't need their help, we're fine as we are, we make ends meet." Irvine exclaimed, but the silhouette of himself simply shook its head in disagreement before pushing him. "If you insist, just remember that I didn't want this." Irvine turned again to face back towards the field as his own shadowed encroached and hung over him against the will of the light. The shadow almost seemed to become a more dense object as it shrouded over him like a heavy cloaks hood. All but his mouth hidden behind a shield of darkness, Irvine slowly approached the others gathered on the field.

Mirror Worlds

"Well if the solution is to keep them apart for a while that should be pretty straight forward on the Lucas front. Not so sure about the other though." Lance whispers to Tawny as they make their way toward the village. Once they arrived and came to a stop Lance got up as he tapped Tawny on the shoulder. "Time to take a look around I guess?" asking rather than stating as he gets down from the wagon. As he received the pouch of coins from Donny he smiled slightly as he stated a short. "Thank you." Before heading off to find somewhere to try and spend the recently acquired coin.

@Lucius Cypher@Raptra

Mirror Worlds

"Only when standing before the Abyss will the true cowards show their hand." Lance mumbled, he wasn't entirely sure what he himself had meant and he felt thankful that he'd been quiet enough to keep it to himself as Donny ranted in his general vicinity. Seeing the others return Lance scooted his feet back toward himself as Tawny and Ash had joined him on the wagon. "Welcome back, I assume the situation is somewhat defused now?"
@Raptra@Lucius Cypher

Mirror Worlds

"Almost is better then someone actually pulling a gun on you. Besides which Odum's always an ass, that's not going to change.
I just thought you might simply want to make it less easy for him to want to pull the gun on you in the future." Lance shrugged at his own comment, it wasn't like the matter could be forced. "One day him pulling the trigger could be what keeps you alive.
Plus right now we need the numbers, if he's going to shoot you I'd rather he do it later rather than sooner."

He then glances over to Donny from his elevated position on the wagon. "I'd imagine that answers your question. Normally everyone just ignores his rants. But ignorance can't always be bliss, unless of course you don't care too much." Lance finishes as he stretches his arms above his head before folding them over his chest and stretching his legs out. Whilst he had the whole wagon to himself he'd make the most of the available space.

@Lucius Cypher@Azure Flame

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Irvine Code

Name: Irvine (Shade) Code
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number: Room 231
Rooming With: Dawn Evelyn Memoli
Alignment: Unaligned - Typically influenced by Neutral & Evil alignment
Appearance: Irvine has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes (couldn't find a image match :( ). In order to complement his personal use of his powers he prefers to wear darker colours of blue's, browns and black to help him blend in more naturally with his most comfortable environments. He always wears a belt that has several leather straps which act as a sort of holster / sheath for his weapon the shadow hilt.

Appearance

Personality: Irvine is typically a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself than become involved in group activities or discussion. His lack of interactions with other people or species has him sometimes speak his mind without consideration for consequence or feelings. Both of which compound a shy, almost silent attitude of a person who'd rather speak with action than words. Despite this anti-social shell, Irvine will slowly open up as he develops trust for individuals.

Bio: Irvine's past is just short of being a complete mystery with little known about his early childhood or pre-teen life. He never had any direct family and never knew his parents being abandoned as a newborn. All efforts to track down his origins by either himself or others has always resulted dead ends, leading to the current status of any family he does have being a completely unknown variable. Constantly moved between different foster carers Irvine never developed any meaningful relationships, either through a lack of desire or deliberately preventing its on set.

By the time Irvine had come to realisation of his powers he was fending for himself and constantly moving, although typically remaining within a self-designated radius. Within his time alone Irvine grew comfortable with the general lack of being around others, typically hanging around within the constantly dark alleys of busy towns and cities. People who had claimed to see him on multiple occasions grew accustomed to referring to him as 'Shade' due to how his shadow un-naturally stuck to his body as though it was actually him who was the shadow. However despite this phenomenon Irvine has always considered himself human, his ageing and appearance were both that of a human, allowing him to move around easily in general populace. But he couldn't shake the feeling of a faint calling that maybe, just maybe, he was something more.

Power 1: Darkness Manipulation

Likes: Solitude, being in dark or dim-lit environments, observing interactions, combat training
Dislikes: being singled out/targeted, large group interactivity, public speaking

Family: Unknown
Friends: None
Sentimental Attachment:

Weapon: Shadow Hilt - A hilt for a weapon, which alone or in the wrong hands is completely useless. The hilt serves as a material component, and through the use of his powers Irvine can use it to form basic weapons formed from darkness/shadow energy. Currently he has managed to muster daggers and batons, and when given enough time a short sword. The hilt itself is somewhat dull there's a particular lack of any distinguishing features other than the craftsmanship of the metal that forms it, there's a void within the pommel usually filled with a decorative gem yet on this hilt no such gem is present.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy

Irvine Code

Name: Irvine (Shade) Code
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number:
Alignment: Unaligned - Typically influenced by Neutral & Evil alignment
Appearance: Irvine has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes (couldn't find a image match :( ). In order to complement his personal use of his powers he prefers to wear darker colours of blue's, browns and black to help him blend in more naturally with his most comfortable environments. He always wears a belt that has several leather straps which act as a sort of holster / sheath for his weapon the shadow hilt.

Appearance

Personality: Irvine is typically a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself than become involved in group activities or discussion. His lack of interactions with other people or species has him sometimes speak his mind without consideration for consequence or feelings. Both of which compound a shy, almost silent attitude of a person who'd rather speak with action than words. Despite this anti-social shell, Irvine will slowly open up as he develops trust for individuals.

Bio: Irvine's past is just short of being a complete mystery with little known about his early childhood or pre-teen life. He never had any direct family and never knew his parents being abandoned as a newborn. All efforts to track down his origins by either himself or others has always resulted dead ends, leading to the current status of any family he does have being a completely unknown variable. Constantly moved between different foster carers Irvine never developed any meaningful relationships, either through a lack of desire or deliberately preventing its on set.

By the time Irvine had come to realisation of his powers he was fending for himself and constantly moving, although typically remaining within a self-designated radius. Within his time alone Irvine grew comfortable with the general lack of being around others, typically hanging around within the constantly dark alleys of busy towns and cities. People who had claimed to see him on multiple occasions grew accustomed to referring to him as 'Shade' due to how his shadow un-naturally stuck to his body as though it was actually him who was the shadow. However despite this phenomenon Irvine has always considered himself human, his ageing and appearance were both that of a human, allowing him to move around easily in general populace. But he couldn't shake the feeling of a faint calling that maybe, just maybe, he was something more.

Power 1: Darkness Manipulation

Likes: Solitude, being in dark or dim-lit environments, observing interactions, combat training
Dislikes: being singled out/targeted, large group interactivity, public speaking

Family: Unknown
Friends: None
Sentimental Attachment:

Weapon: Shadow Hilt - A hilt for a weapon, which alone or in the wrong hands is completely useless. The hilt serves as a material component, and through the use of his powers Irvine can use it to form basic weapons formed from darkness/shadow energy. Currently he has managed to muster daggers and batons, and when given enough time a short sword. The hilt itself is somewhat dull there's a particular lack of any distinguishing features other than the craftsmanship of the metal that forms it, there's a void within the pommel usually filled with a decorative gem yet on this hilt no such gem is present.

Mirror Worlds

Lance finished up strapping the second leather leg guard steering clear of the commotion being cause by Odum. A rather large over reaction by most merit. Through what seemed like sheer luck he had managed to avoid being on horses ill controlled path following its reaction to Odum's gunshots.

However it had seemed that Tawny had once again turned around the mind of yet another animal. It almost seemed like any animal she was coming into contact with was having a complete personality switch. "Fair enough, it's probably best I wait here. No point in potentially aggravating the matter further." He glances over to Luca's. "That goes for you too. There'll be a time and place for apologies sincere or not and it isn't now." Lance finishes up before carefully sliding the helm on over his head. Snug fit was probably not the best word to describe the just barely protective head piece. He slides the sword onto the wagon before hauling himself up and taking a seat as he lets out a sigh.

@Raptra@Azure Flame

Mirror Worlds

Lance reached into a crate a second time to fish out his chosen weapons sheath. He'd been listening in on the conversation about discussing how to get home. Deciding to not just mumble under his breath Lance decided to speak up as he continued to search for more viable gear. "Is there really any point to that now? We don't even know where or when we are. Kind of essential stuff to know before we can even think of that. Honestly, we're likely to be here for a long time. How we got here may of been a one way trip.".

Picking up a slightly battered helm Lance held it to the floor before stomping at the crooked face guard before the holding pin eventually gave breaking the main damaged section off. He glances into the opening curious as to whether it would indeed fit him. He eventually rummaged up a leather vest, gloves and leg guards, deciding to haul the lot to the wagon before trying to fit it all. "Once we know more maybe then we can talk about going home. Best now to keep moving." Lance shook his head at the thought once more of this conversation before leaving to head out to the wagon.

@Azure Sea