akirashadow

The Marchand School of Sorcery

Curious, what more was potentially going to be said in that moment when Professor Lovette had cut himself off. Though to be frank he was a tiny bit disappointed, he'd hoped for something almost like enlightenment in the answer. Though despite this he did not let it show as he smiled in gratitude of receipt of an answer. For a moment he thought the professor was spacing out, as though they'd became absent from their own thoughts. Jake peered into the professors eyes and was almost startled when he'd clapped his hands together pretty much snapping them both back into reality.

When the professor broke line of sight Jake looked over his shoulder back over the room, before returning his attention to the professors question. Noticing the opportunity to speak up, Jake bowed his head toward the professor. "Well first I'd like to thank you. An honest opinion is better than a denial of one, no matter the context. Now as for anything else... ah yes!" Jake reached into his pocket as he unfolded an envelop as neatly he could holding it out. "To whom it may concern, it's simply a letter explaining that no other Lucshen will be visiting the academy regardless of occasion. My family don't wish to make things difficult, for student, staff nor visitors." Although sealed with wax, the family crest upon it had been evidently defaced, almost as though someone had deliberately scratched it off.

"And with that... I look forward to your classes Professor Lovette. An opportunity to learn something new is always a cherished one within our household. As the family saying goes... well I shant bore you with that." Jake reminisced his parents telling of the Firestrom family saying, though they were no longer of that family, it still rung true with them. "I believe there are likely other matters that require your attention, so I shant take up more of your time." Jake bowed his head once more before turning back towards the room, as he glanced back at the list of names on the screen.

He didn't recognise most of them. There was a few councillor family names he recognised, though not many. Most of what he did know about the community was self taught due to his families decision to steer clear of it. His enrolment in the academy was the closest they came to integrating back into society in a long time. With a sigh Jake headed back to where he'd been previously sitting his bag of belongings still lent against the chair.

@EchoicChamber

Mirror Worlds

Not bad, still here. Didn't want to post so soon after my last post though.

The Marchand School of Sorcery

"A Pyro... and Aeromancer, interesting." Though interesting as it were this handshake was starting to get a little discomforting, and what was with that look? Jake was starting to get concerned for the retrieval of his own hand until Margie presented an opportunity for him to wrest it free without making it so blatantly forceful. "Likewise." He replies to Margie's greeting with a soft bow of his head, thankful for her interruption. Though tempting he resisted the urge to eavesdrop on yet another conversation as the announcement of orientation was made. Deciding not to take a seat but remain standing he leaned back as though to have the table support his weight.

Jake listened to the orientation, most of the rules were ones to be expected and Jake found himself lapsing between concentration and lack of as he watched the presentation. He raised the apple once more to his mouth to take a bite during the crunch of the fruit seeming somewhat louder since one of the professors was currently holding everyone's attention. Conscious of the fact, he slowly chewed the mouthful as he continued to listen.

No coconuts, due to an allergy. Now if nothing else that was worth making note of, a strange request but the reasoning for it seemed a sound one. Plus even if they were available in any store, coconuts weren't exactly a common purchase for most. There only seemed to be three professor's currently in the room, Lovette, Schippers and... well he wasn't sure who the third one was. Could said problem be related to one of those three perhaps? A weakness was a weakness regardless of its origin. Though most of the rules were pretty common, in a place like this it'd be hard to continuously enforce. After all most would rather not follow the rules then conform to them, natural rebellious behaviour if nothing else dictated that.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly throughout the presentation then the room allocations, accompanied by student names came up. "Aw, shit..." There it was his name written out with his room allocation. "Well see ya around." Jake spoke before heading over to the room keys not waiting or expecting any response. Once he had his key he looked around noticing that Professor Lovette was still in the room he headed over almost immediately after grabbing his key wearing on a smile on his face.

"Professor Lovette?" Jake as customary with any introduction he'd plan to make stuck out his hand toward the professor. "Jake... well no point not saying it now huh? Jake Lucshen." He reached up and adjusted his hood with his other hand which had shifted in his movement for his room key. "You said we're free to ask questions and I'd like to pose one if I may. I'm particularly interested in your response, being the history professor." Jake paused as if trying to find the best way to pose the question. "I understand that this may be difficult given your position... so, unofficially I guess? I'd like to ask your thoughts on the Lucshen?" As his intent was to ensure the conversation was just between himself and the professor he'd kept his voice down. "The contents, matters not so long as it's honest. After all I've first hand experience in painful opinion's." Jake shifts his hood again revealing the scar that marked one side of his face.

@EchoicChamber@Sailorsadie

Mirror Worlds

"Had I taken the sword..." Lance pops one of the candies in his mouth before continuing. "I believe he may of ended up losing that thieving hand." His tone was somewhat serious as he raised the swords sheath and slung its strap back over his shoulder. "Perhaps that'd an overreaction... or perhaps he'd learn something from it, who knows?"

Lance glances to their wolf companion. "So I knew you was good with animals, but what's up with this guy?" Ash just seemed to be contently following Tawny around like it was the most natural thing for a wolf to be doing.

@Raptra

Mirror Worlds

A temporary visitor from Baldur's Gate 1.0 :P

Mirror Worlds

Whoops my bad again >.< edited that out, it never happened. >.> <.<

The Ordinary Mythical Academy (Private)

Just dumped mine straight into CS from the previous board. Hope that's ok.

The Ordinary Mythical Academy (Private)

Irvine Code

Name: Irvine (Shade) Code
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Humanoid
Room Number:
Rooming With:
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.

Akira Kage

Name: Akira Kage
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Human
Room Number:
Rooming with:
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 Marchand School of Sorcery

Smart ass, eh? Well could be worse I suppose. Plus given the context some might even consider it a compliment, but obviously on this occasion, not a compliment. The rebuttal seemed fair and hardly worthwhile being followed up on less he cause un-needed friction between himself and the staff, further than what was likely to already exist from any feeling bitter due to the war connection. As he thought on this Jake came to end of the meal he had gathered for himself. This was somewhat disappointing, did this mean having to mingle with the fellow students?

Just a Jake was about to make a move he saw the battle breaking professor grab another, who was likely serving a similar position at the school and pull them aside. A small frown on his face as he was unable to eavesdrop on whatever it may be they were talking about. "What strange behaviour..." With a sigh Jake got up from his seat sliding his plate onto the nearest flat surface as he made his way back over to the food table. "Missed?" Jake scans over the room with his eyes. "Not a whole lot unfortunately, rather uneventful so far. Although..." Jake points out the Norrevinter & Sterling pair. "You missed a dispute, rather minor one between those two. Though without the intrusions maybe they would of gone for each others throats."

Jake grabbed an apple from the fruit on offer as he tossed it lightly with his left hand and swiping it into the grip with his right as he rubbed it softly against his hoodie. "Lemme guess..." He points at the close pair before taking a bite of his apple. "Siblings?... at a push cousins, but I doubt that. Should never underestimate the bonds of family, there's a certain closeness to be observed." He smiles before continuing. "You will be a force to be reckoned with in combat classes. Even if you don't realise it right now. So long as you're not too heavily invested in sibling rivalry?"

"Names Jake, you'll have to forgive me I'm not a huge fan of family names. Words such as family names can dictate a persons actions. Like our squabbling duo from before for example, were they oblivious to their family ties would they really still hate each other?" Jake stops as he thinks to himself. "Apologies, sometimes I prattle on to much. As I was saying, Jake and you?" He finishes as he extends his free hand before taking another bite from the apple.

@Sailorsadie

Mirror Worlds

Sorry my bad :(