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[Open] Pine Hills Academy (Mystery/ School RP)

Hadn't realised I picked the same colour as Eurmal sorry >.< I've gone with this instead. I've also gone back and edited the intro to keep it consistent.

[Open] Pine Hills Academy (Mystery/ School RP)

Tyler Cross

Interactions: @AnyAlex (Quinn)

Tyler made his way toward the centre of campus and evidently more had aimed to explore earlier rather than take their time with it. It appeared however that some students had filtered out from the crowd into a relatively quiet cafe. "Morning." A simple greeting departed his lips as he passed a student sitting outside, accompanied by a small glance and smile.

Though just as he would go to open the door of the establishment an all too familiar sound buzzed away in his hoodie pocket. Tyler took a step back from the door, as he reached into his pocket with a sigh and retrieved his phone. He glanced at the screen, unable to identify the caller he lifted the shades out the way to his forehead to get a clear view. He closed his sore right eye which just seemed to be making things worse for him.

He looked over once more to the girl sat outside. He didn't recognise her, though it would of surprised him more if he had. His smile faded as he looked to his phone and adjusted the volume until the ringtone was muted entirely. "First day here and people are looking for favors elsewhere. So much for a bit of normality." He stated as he pulled his sunglasses back down over his eyes. He wasn't sure if the interaction was welcomed, though his time of being dragged around meetings had taught him a simple method of breaking the ice. Tyler extended his left hand out to the girl sat outside the cafe. "Tyler Cross." For a moment he contemplated the potential awkwardness on his part if he was overstepping his mark on an introduction as he dropped the phone from his right hand back into his pocket.

[Open] Pine Hills Academy (Mystery/ School RP)

@AnyAlex Thanks for accepting the character. Been looking for something for a while.

I think that should get me sufficiently caught up in one post from what I've read.

[Open] Pine Hills Academy (Mystery/ School RP)

The journey up to Pine Hills Academy had not been the most pleasant. Tyler sighed as he sat in the back of the car, head tilted back and staring at the roof of the vehicle. Accompanied by silence with exception of faint sound of the cars radio news and traffic updates. Today it seemed those would be the only thing on time as the car began slowing to a crawl. "We're here?" Tyler asked as the mechanical click of the door beside him answered.

With a sigh the boy rubbed at his right eye before opening the door, his eyes squinted as the sunlight shot at his face. "Master Cross?" A voice beckoned his attention back toward the front seats of the car, a gloved hand holding a pair of sunglasses out. "Should ease the sensitivity." Tyler grabbed the shades before sliding them on. They didn't really help, but given how red his right eye was from rubbing it would at least offer some form of disguise.

As he stepped out the electric boot of the car opened, it seemed that the help that got him here only extended as far as that. Tyler hauled his luggage, a rather sizable suitcase and a somewhat smaller hand carry case from the boot before pushing it shut. Not long after the car departed without so much as farewell wave from its driver. Much like his own, it seem respect did not stretch far beyond what was necessary.

The crowd outside the school seemed to be thinning out. Tyler hastily heads over to the remaining students, perhaps he could just tag himself onto the end of the orientation without too much of a farce being caused. He forced smiled and passed pleasantries back to students that had greeted him. Despite what he was currently dealing with it would be unwise for him to cause problems for himself on the first day. Fortunate enough however, he seemed to have made it just in-time to hear his dorm allocation. "Newton... well I guess I can't complain about that." His voice felt strained a remainder of the leftover pain. His hands somewhat full, he stopped for a brief period so he could familiarise himself with the dorm location. He would have to drop this luggage off before he could plan on doing anything else. Based on the map the Newton dorms seemed rather well placed in terms of convenience.

Once Tyler reached his assigned room he narrowly managed to fumble the door open without dropping any of his things. Though he didn't take much time to observe the room as he slid his suitcase up to the foot of the bed and carefully placed the smaller case to the ground before sliding it into the corner underneath the bed. Despite the discomfort of his throbbing temple he wanted to at least try and enjoy the first day, beside the pain had started to subside toward the end of the car journey. It was time to go find out about the amenities on offer, map in hand Tyler set of for the centre of campus.

[Open] Pine Hills Academy (Mystery/ School RP)

Tyler Cross

Student's Name: Tyler Cross

Appearance:

Tyler Cross 1

Tyler Cross 2

Age: 15

Gender: Male

D.O.B: March 17, 2005

Scholarship? No

Preferred dormitory: Newton

Additional Classes:
Mondays: French & Politics
Tuesdays: Latin & Music
Wednesdays: Spanish & Computer Science
Thursdays: Geography & Sociology
Fridays: Psychology & Economics

Health problems: Suffers from cluster headaches typically bi-annually for approximately one month duration at a time.

Personality: An individual trying to break from the mold that has shaped him through most of his adolescence. He tries to portray an outwardly friendly aura, although he sometimes will come across a little stiff. At the opposite end of this spectrum he's easily influenced into performing tasks for the goal of fitting in amongst his peers.

As part of his tutoring he can sometimes be analytical of other peoples actions, behaviour and mannerisms. Though he tries to keep this to a minimum. Somewhat hypocritical he doesn't often reflect on his own and his reactions to such feedback often depends on how he see's the person providing such feedback.

Whilst suffering from a bout of cluster headache's Tyler predictably becomes easily irritable and rude. Though to an extent he may go out of his way in pursuit of this attitude with a singled out individual. One side of a managerial mind set that is being tutored into him by his parents prior to his time at the academy.

Brief Bio:
Tyler comes from a family run manufacturing business. Though not exceedingly rich they were far from being poor. It would be off the back of the families money that Tyler would gain enrollment upon passing the entrance exams. Tyler, being an only child, received business tutoring along with his usual school education prior to his enrollment at Pine Hills Academy. This tutoring left Tyler with very little time to socialize and form friendships with people his own age, most of his relationships being business related.

Anything else you would like to add?:
- Most of Tyler's lesson choices were influenced by his parents rather than his own decision.
- Though not proven it's believed that stress is root cause of Tyler's cluster headaches.

Persona - The Shadow of Another World

Interested, I have a character sheet that I may be able to salvage from a past RP for Death Arcana. I'll PM the draft over.

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Lance Firestrom

Full Name: Lance Firestrom

Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Phoenix

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Primary: Pyromancy

Secondaries: Toxin Production, Tracking

Professor of Toxins (Removed Role: Professor of Tracking)

Description: Lance is 6'5" tall and has short brown hair. A family trait that typically subsides is still present in him, his left iris is a blood red whilst his right is green. Within the Firestrom family this is a trait of pyromancy and typically only shows itself when they're experiencing strong emotions such as anger and rage.

He often has a very tired/half-bothered expression, most likely from the limited access he has around the school. He's often seen wearing what appears to be a black lab coat over the top of a plain white shirt. He has multiple ties all of which have a design centering around a phoenix at its tip.

Personality: Lance is outwardly an open and friendly individual, though he has his secrets that he can't speak of particularly regarding the war.

When it comes to the students, Lance maintains his friendly persona but only so far as the students show willingness to learn and show progress. He has no qualms in showing distaste to those that see themselves above his teaching or that show little interest in his lessons.

Relationship: None

Skills:
The Phoenix's Flame - A scorching golden blaze that cannot be controlled by other pyromancers, though resistant to aquamancy with enough effort the flame can be doused. The most efficient method for removal is via nullification which breaks the flames energy completely.
Degrading Toxins - A skill Lance picked up and utilized during the war whereby once the toxin had latched on and taken effect it would slowly degrade within the body. This was used against multiple cultist captives during the war. Typically during interrogations, most mages interrogated by Lance did not survive the process and the causes of death always seem to be medical related. Though it was thought and very much true that he'd killed the prisoner with use of toxins they could never identify what it was in order to prove it.
Firestrom Knowledge - Renowned for having dirt on most of the mage families Lance serves as almost a font of knowledge. Heir to the Firestrom family archives and charges with increasing its capacity wherever possible. He provides insight to other mages, though this doesn't typically come freely.

Weaknesses:
Aquamancy - Though he has become attuned to facing off against them, the natural weakness to aquamancy always makes these opponents fairly troubling.
Little Empathy - Despite being a master of toxins which enables him to ease peoples suffering he typically won't use it for this reason.
The Phoenix's demise - Utilising the power of The Phoenix's flame is often considered the last resort as using the spell is exhausting on the caster and limits his Lance's actions from the level of concentration it takes to maintain.

Brief History:

Lance Firestrom

One of the surviving members of the Firestrom family that had fought for the council/community forces during the war. All of the Firestrom that signed up to fight for the council were near instantly granted high serving strategist positions within the forces and tactically positioned accordingly. Lance in particular showed interest in expanded his role as an interrogator.

During this sub-role in the council forces Lance dabbled more into toxin production in order to better understand how he could limit and expand its effectiveness. It was during this time that he learned how to breakdown his toxins as they were being applied meaning they could neither be cured nor leave any trace inside the body once it had expired. This had a range of uses to covering up deaths to just torturing people with the need for him to necessarily be in attendance.

Lance is also heir to the Firestrom archive. A well revered member of the family who has, since the war been able to vastly improve the collective of information that the Firestrom family holds on other mages. It was primarily his role to broker deals all of which relating to the trading of information with the client to their family having to provide financial reward to sweeten the pot. The fee was typically based on the who and the what that the client wanted to know.

Firestrom Family

Firestrom Family - May the flame of knowledge burn ever eternal
The Firestrom family are known for both their inherit skill in pyromancy and strategical mindedness. Given this it was not difficult to foresee that once war broke out their assistance was sought after by both sides. Initially the Firestrom family had refused to get involved, but as time dragged on it became more apparent that this was not a stance they'd be able to maintain. Both sides were growing impatient and involvement was becoming less sought out than it was demanded. Given the personal interests and ambitions of different family members it was inevitable the house hold would be split. Resulting in an almost clean fifty percent cut between those that would fight for the cult and those that would defend the world against them. Or so it was thought...

A plan that went horribly awry, leaving great numbers dead within the magical community. Serving to the longevity of the war a plan hatched by the family to lead the magical cult into a defection trap had failed. Resulting in the Firestrom members that fought for the magical cult to go into hiding and several of those who fought for the magical community dead.

Other:
- Lance has restricted access within the academy with all his amenities available within a closed off section of the academy. Though he does infrequently travel the school grounds, it's even rarer for him to be witnessed doing so.
- Lances Toxin's classroom, professors office and private quarters are all joined rooms. One can not gain access to either of the latter two without pass through the first.
- Though Lance has a night time patrol route, he rarely actually completes it and just radios in at the appointed times from his office.

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Thanks to @Prosaic, @ShepherdOfHope & @ouTland01 for making my time in this roleplay a memorable one. Unfortunately following a recent conversations about issues with my characters I have ultimately decided to drop out rather than overhaul my characters this far into the chat-play as I felt it would undermine the identity of my characters pretty severely. I don't personally believe there would of been a workable compromise. This post replaces the notepad. But if any of you wanted copies of any of it Shep has my discord dets. Take care guys.

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Jake steadied his hand as another bump almost completely ruined the page, glaring momentarily toward the front of the bus before returning his attention to the large notepad he had angled against the chair in front of his with the base of the pad resting against his legs. At the top of the page the numbers '635 8' were scrawled with a messily scribbled out 7 spacing the 5 and 8 apart. sketching oddities and assigning numbers over the page as he went, though their apparent meaning would be likely lost on any without context or explanation. A sigh escaped the boy before he announced. "Turn around, this doesn't concern you. Even if I were to explain it you'd likely be little more than confused." As another peering over his shoulder ducked back down into their seat without another word.

It was the second page, the second attempt since the journey had begun. This could only have meant that thus far the journey had taken a significant amount of time, hours in fact. Though Jake seemed barely phased by this, his attention focused on the pad before him. He tensed up once more as the bus hit another bump, though through forceful contact the pencil in his hand snapped against the pad. A heavy sigh of disappointment escaped him as Jake pulled the pad toward him and carefully flipped it shut before laying it flat against his lap. Jake momentarily stood from his seat and tossed the broken drawing instrument through the open window. Had a better suited option of transportation been available to him he would of gladly taken it. Alas his family had not the funds to arrange such a pleasant service. The fact that he had been invited to attend this school seemed more a cruel joke at the time he had received it.

He reached down into his backpack, securely held in an upright stance between his legs and pulled an envelop from within and inspected it as he traced the edges of the sealed flap with his fingers. He glanced at the wax seal that was placed on the centre as he shook his head. "That is far beyond what is allowed." He mumbled to himself as he lowered both his hands towards his backpack, producing a small weak flame and defacing the markings on the wax seal. "Far more appropriate." He stated in acknowledgement to himself before dropping the envelop back into the backpack. How could his own parents be so stupid as to think that it was appropriate to use the old family seal on a letter intended for the staff. Perhaps they thought this was some 'smart' way of rebelling against the restrictions imposed upon them.

Though he hoped the journey would become more stable as they approached their destination the reverse would hold more true. It felt like it could be considered that the bus had bounced rather than been driven to its destination. Jake picked his pad up before pushing himself up to his feet, grabbed his backpack with his free hand and flung the strap over his shoulder. As he approached the front of the bus he stopped before passing the driver and turned his attention to them. "That was unpleasant, though I suppose I should thank you for not getting us all killed." His tone seemed dry, though his choice of word would suggest he was angry. "I hope your drive back is just as eventful." With that said Jake stepped off of bus.

He looked upon the academy in awe from where he stood. A mammoth of a building, one that was not a common occurrence in Jake's life. Maybe such buildings were a common sight prior to the war for his family, but his age gifted him no such pleasure. He just stood there gawking for a few minutes before he finally made his way toward the building as he gripped his pad in his right arm and clung the strap of his backpack with his left hand. Jake passed through the entryway revealing an equally impressive interior, far from the rundown attempt of decoration that adorned his own home. What would possibly be considered the reception for the school carried with it near silence bar the mechanical click of typing from behind the counter. As he approached there was evidence of what seemed a sort of sign in sheet, containing the names of those that had arrived before him.

Jake briefly scanned over the names before freeing his left hand up to add his own name to the bottom of the existing list. Like some automated machine the person behind the counter handed over several sheets of paper to him. He flicked through the hand outs, none seemed particularly relevant to his current situation bar the map. He studied it before raising it, along with the other hand outs to his mouth and gripped them between his lips. He readjusted and grabbed the backpack strap with his left hand again before he headed off to the location he studied as being the common area, the route seemed fairly straight forward so it had been easy enough to commit to memory.

"Welcome students... well we'll see about that." Jake muttered to himself upon seeing the banner above the the entrance to the common area. As he was about to step in the plaque caught his interest. "Ah well that explains things." Jake spied the name 'Firestrom' among those that had 'donated' toward this schools funding. Clearly there was at least one decision maker here that knew of the link between the two families, but who?

Upon seeing the table of food, Jake pushed his trail of thought to the back of his mind. Though fairly hungry he simply grabbed an apple from the offering of food before heading to an empty table and taking a seat, dropping his backpack to the floor and laying his note pad upon the table. Jake removed the handouts from his lips and spread them across the table surface before taking the first bite of the apple. He gazed around the common room at the students that had already arrived, surprisingly the bus he'd traveled on had evidently made him one of the earlier arrivals. Having examined his surroundings, Jake returned his attention to the items he'd received at the sign in counter. Intent at that moment of keeping himself to himself.

The Marchand Academy of Sorcery

Jake Lucshen

Full Name:
Jake Lucshen (Firestrom)

Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Primary:
Pyromancy

Secondaries of interest:
Illumination & Tracking

Description:

Physcial Appearance

Jake stands at 6'0" high and has a slender appearance typical of someone his height who isn't used to strenuous labour. He has short black hair and green eyes. It's said that outlining his pupil is a reddish ring although it's very hard to notice without close inspection. A clear scar can be seen trailing down the left side of Jake's face, from eye level to just above his jaw line. Jake tends to wear rather basic attire of jeans and t-shirt with the occasional zip up hoodie. His preferred footwear is often boots, regardless of the situation.

Personality:(A brief outline of their demeanor.)
A quiet soul, but out of choice rather than lack of social ability. From his past Jake finds it difficult to trust both magic users and non-magic users unwilling to open up less what he says gets turned against him. However on the inside of the tough social exterior is a friendly, and sometimes chatty individual to those who had endured the initial hardship of getting to know them.

In combat Jake is typically strategical, often trying to outwit his opponent into making a desired movement allowing Jake the upper hand on the spell casting front. However this tends to take a drastic turn when Jake is close to or on the receiving end of physical harm, stirring up an initial panic followed by a self consumed rage.

Skills: (Magical or practical abilities.)
Flaming Grasp/Burning hands: A basic pyromancy spell where magic energy is channelled into the casters hand as an outward projection allowing for close range combat where necessary.
Flame conjuration: Often activated as a small flame levitated above the casters palm, not to be confused with the equally common fireball. The flame can act as either a light or heat source, but offers no use in combat, unless were stupid enough to try and grab hold of it.
Flame weapon: From envisaging a weapon such as a club or short-sword Jake can conjure the weapon from flames. The weapon offers no inherent ability over that of martial weapons with the exception of being able to burn that it makes contact with. With concentration the weapon can momentarily be increased in heat production to the point that it could cut through a martial weapon opposing it. Doing this however is not only draining on Jake but also leave its mark by burning the hand that wields it, though Jake will commonly hide this fact from observing eyes.
Fireball: Common pyromancy spell for fast, ranged combat. The fireball can either be conjured from one hand, or for larger, more damaging effects from both hands to form a single fireball. The fireball is launched in a outward trajectory with a two handed created orb having greater range potential then a single handed one.
Logical Mind: Inherited from the family bloodline, Jake's methodical way of thinking allows him to easier understand complex problems. This also aids in strategic composition when in combat.

Weaknesses: (Achilles' Heels that can be exploited by enemies.)
Over thinker: Sometimes when a direct approach is the better option Jake overthinks a combat situation missing out on opportunities to either attack, counter or evade leading him losing any upper hand he may have based on raw skill or power.
Blood Rage: Jake's fighting prowess and calm is limited by his advantage in combat. As his defeat becomes more apparent his fighting becomes more wild, putting both himself and his allies in more danger.
Aquamancy cancellation: As could be expected Aquamancy of equal or greater skill could be used to cancel out Jake's magical combat abilities.
No need for weapons: Though Jake would claim to not 'need' weapons in combat this comes from an inexperience in using martial weapons and firearms alike. Though he has some insight on how to potentially wield melee combat weapons to some effect he would find preference in his own magic.

Brief History:
Lucshen Family - Magical Cult appeasers, stripped of former name and honours.
Aside from this small footnote not much is known about the Lucshen name, a name that had only come to be from the fallout of the war. The name had been passed to certain members of a particular family as a means of punishment for their involvement, or lack thereof. Only due to their efforts within the magical community prior to the war was such a light punishment provided.

The terms were simple, all those of the Firestrom family that had served the Magical Cult would inherit the name Lucshen along with any offspring of present or thereafter. All members of the Firestrom family that had not, would retain their names and honours but were not permitted to commune with the Lucshen's. If a member of the Lucshen family wished to re-inherit their former name a proving or offering would be required of sufficient appeasement to the Council of the Eight Powers.

This of course would be impossible to overturn to those who had fought in the war themselves. Though to the offspring of those that fought less harsh judgement would be passed. Though the judging should be unbiased the deep wounds of war will always cloud peoples judgement, were the foot soldiers so easily forgiven, the punishment would of likely been called into question. The Lucshen would be almost completely off the radar until Jake's enrolment at Marchand School of Sorcery, the expected effect of a name associated with traitor within the magical community.

Firestrom Family - May the flame of knowledge burn ever eternal
The Firestrom family are known for both their inherit skill in pyromancy and strategical mindedness. Given this it was not difficult to foresee that once war broke out their assistance was sought after by both sides. Initially the Firestrom family had refused to get involved, but as time dragged on it became more apparent that this was not a stance they'd be able to maintain. Both sides were growing impatient and involvement was becoming less sought out than it was demanded. Given the personal interests and ambitions of different family members it was inevitable the house hold would be split. Resulting in an almost clean fifty percent cut between those that would fight for the cult and those that would defend the world against them. Or so it was thought...

A plan that went horribly awry, leaving great numbers dead within the magical community. Serving to the longevity of the war a plan hatched by the family to lead the magical cult into a defection trap had failed. Resulting in the Firestrom members that fought for the magical cult to go into hiding and several of those who fought for the magical community dead.

Once the war had ended, the morality of the Firestrom family had been called into question, but judgement would only be passed on those that had sided with the magical cult. Given the testimony that a 'plan' to end the war had gone wrong, one that was explained in great detail to the council, the punishment delivered was lightened. Though the council did not see fit to punish though that had fought in defence against the cult, with their strategies during the war effort being praised and honoured.

Thus was the split of the Firestrom family and the creation of the Lucshen. Though for most the connection between these two families was not common knowledge and only on the council records.