AluminumDude

STARSCAPE [High Casual]

If it's open, I'd love to take over as a first officer. I'll get working on a CS, if that's ok.

Welcome to Marchand!

(Sorry about taking a while to post, busy schedule)
Aaron smiled, as their attempt at making friends was going well, when a piercing scream filled the room.

Aaron watched in awe as in a split-second, the man he was standing next to was thrown to the ground and covered in breakfast. He quickly scanned the room, noticing several teachers had not moved. Was this normal at this school? He stood rigidly still as Larke maneuvered around the giant "Norrevinter" woman. As the older boy moved and created a ball of water, Aaron pondered over what side he should take. Maybe he would start a small fire on Norrevinter's clothes? No, that would just be a dick move...
"I believe it was your ancestors doing the... 'cocksucking,', was it?" Aaron's mouth twitched ever so slightly. "I wonder, does you aunt know you've been throwing yourself on men who aren't your cousins?"

And like that Aaron's composure broke. He started laughing, covering his mouth with his hand. it probably wasn't smart to laugh at the behemoth of a woman, but he couldn't help himself.
However, when a rather stern looking professor arrived to break them up, he stopped laughing. Some part of the teacher reminded him of his father. Either way, he sucked the energy out of the situation nearly immediately. Aaron slightly glared at the man unintentionally, examining him thoroughly.

He fiddled with the thumb drive in his pocket. "Excuse me? What's your name?" He paused for a split second before remembering and begrudgingly adding "Sir."

@Magister

Welcome to Marchand!

@ScoundrelQueen

Aaron coughed in surprise as someone called his name. He hastily brushed off the pancake crumbs and whipped around to notice an older boy, whom he thought looked familiar...

"It is Aaron Heruscir, or am I mistaking you for someone? I think I remember meeting you at the Yuletide ball a few years back. You were the guy with the great jokes." Not Larke's speed of joke, of course, but everyone loved to be flattered. He leaned up against an end table and cast a glance toward the growing crowd before turning back to his company. "Name's Larke, by the way. Sterling. Pleasure to re-make your acquaintance."

The Yuletide ball! Aaron remembered. His father brought him there to let him start mingling with other families, and Larke had approached him, laughing at a few of his jokes. Aaron didn't mind the yuletide ball, it was just where the fancy families met to dance and talk about their great deeds. He was sure there was plenty of people analyzing his every word and gesture, for when he took over the family. Aaron mostly brushed it off. However that was were he had met his crush... but that didn't end well, did it.

Aaron shook off his thoughts and smiled at the comment on his jokes, "Let's be real, those jokes were terrid. Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you again Larke." He turned to cast another gaze at the crowd that was gathering. Aaron recognized a few of them, but mostly just as mere acquaintances. Every now and then some professor would walk in, examine the situation and look displeased. He hoped they wouldn't carry the same energy into the classroom. He cracked his knuckles and looked back at Larke.
"Hey Larke, I'm thinking we could chat up some people and make some friends? What do you say? It'll be fun."

Aaron stood up and brushed off the stray crumbs that had assembled on his lap, and scanned the room for people to talk with. Most people were forming in groups already, but there were a few stragglers who were left alone. There was also the professors, but he had a feeling he would get to know them well in due time. Finally, his eyes rested on a mahogany-skinned boy, who had just gotten some pancakes of his own. He pointed subtly at him. "That one."

The Black Bulls - A Story of Magic and Heroics

I'm interested!

Welcome to Marchand!

Aaron's trip to Marchand was pretty annoying. The ride was full of bumps, and he couldn't get any electronics he brought with him to access the internet. Granted, there probably weren't any wi-fi towers nearby to connect with, at least not during the trip. So, he was stuck messing with the more basic games he had on his phone. Who could forget "Ball" or "Stack"? It seemed every time he was about to beat his old records, the bus shook and destroyed his chances. Shortly before they arrived, his phone died, so he was stuck glancing around the bus, taking in the other people on the bus.

There was a very small girl with a laptop. He doubted she'd let him use it, which sucked obviously. He pulled out the pink thumb drive he'd lovingly been calling "The Master Drive". He gave the laptop another brief examination. He couldn't find any ports on the side he was staring at, so they were probably on the other side. He begrudgingly placed the thumb drive back into his pocket.
Immediately after moving his vision from the laptop, Aaron caught sight of a giant of a man. He didn't have any hair though. Poor sod, already losing his hair at such a young age. He chuckled to himself, and briefly messed with his orange hair, curling it even further.

When the bus finally came to rest, a rush of people rose to be the first people off the bus. Aaron took his place in the line, and emerged from the bus that had carried him there. Aaron prayed to whatever powers were out there that the school had internet, however upon looking at the exterior of the building, he was distracted. It was made of a cobblestone that he found very appealing to the eyes. It was probably made by some fancy terramancer.

He kept the giant man in his line of sight and followed him into a room where the various people on the bus were signing their names. He quickly jotted down his name and was handed a few papers, which he carried in his arms. by the time he was finished, he had lost the man he was following. He hesitated for a while, before he noticed the group was all heading in one direction. shuffling the papers around, he found the map and confirmed that it was indeed where he had to go.

Aaron jauntily made his way through the common room, thankful that the school was full of all sort of amenities. He noted a plaque in the common room. It read:

“We here at Marchand give our sincere thanks
For the generous funding and donations
Provided by the families listed below.”

Aaron's eyes scanned the list, and three people down was the word "Heruscir" He didn't know what he expected, but it made him feel slightly less nervous of his new surroundings.

That's when he smelled the pancakes. God he was so hungry. He was so anxious the night before, the boy hadn't eaten anything. He rushed right into where they were serving food and began ferociously consuming the food. It tasted nice, and he slowed his pace. Aaron sat down and settled into the room he would probably be seeing a lot more of. He looked at his schedule to see what classes he would have.

Welcome to Marchand!

@slendy

Hey, I'd be down to room with ya! A little fire and water never hurt anything, after all.

Dragon's Mask

"See those circles? Press the swirly ripply one and see!"

Christopher nodded slightly to the cat. "Got it, thanks for the tip." He walked over to the 5 circles. The cat didn't specify which one was the ripply one, however. The first and second obviously weren't the correct buttons, neither was the fifth, but he hesitated between the third and fourth buttons. He felt inclined to push the third one because it reminded him of the f hole on his viola. But the fourth looked a bit more like a ripple. Though the cat said ripply, not ripple, and the third could be said to have multiple ripples...

Chris reached out his hand and gently applied pressure to the button. He slowly withdrew and turned to face the cat. "So... now what?"

Welcome to Marchand!

Aaron Heruscir

Full Name:
Aaron Heruscir (Hair-Ooo-Sea-r)
Nicknames/Aliases:
Aaron, Curly
Age:
15 Years and 11 Months
Gender:
Male
Primary:
Pyromancy
Student of Pyromancy?
is this what you meant by that or..?
Secondaries of Interest
Weapon infusement, Blood Magic
Description:
Aaron has curled red hair that stretches down his neck, but not past his shoulders. He keeps his bangs relatively short to keep his vision clear. He is moderately tall, reaching about 5'10", and he is built moderately, although he is a bit on the skinny side. His eyes are a light green, His skin is pale, and he has some freckles above his cheeks and nose. Aaron is fairly pale and wears a red robe with black lining into combat, to match his hair and his primary of course. When not in battle he wears his tan tunic and slightly darker leggings with splendor. His tunic is laden with many stains of various drinks and foods, since he doesn't really care about sanitation or other's feelings towards him. He has a small scar at the base of his index finger on his left hand, where he accidentally cut himself.
Personality:
Aaron likes to think he's a clever funny guy. He likes to tell horrid jokes, and try to break systems. Not like destroying things, but finding little intricacies to get around various things, like the VPN blocker he has on his phone, which he always carries with him. Aaron is usually upbeat, walking around with a strut in his step, he doesn't like to be serious, it reminds him of the stern family meetings he had when he was younger, and those terrified him! Aaron tries to help anyone in need, both for their sake, and to affirm himself of his skills, as having come from a prodigious family, he always gets nervous when the topic of his mediocre magic comes up. He was also very used to having some maid after his every whim and service, hence his disregard for courtesy and cleanliness. All in all, Aaron seems pretty nasty at first approach, but Aaron likes to believe you'll come to like him after a while. Aaron's scared of letting down his family, and that's what drives him the most above all else.

Skills:
Aaron's talents don't compare much to his father, who is deemed by some to be a legend. Aaron does know how to light a candle by snapping his fingers, and he can make his index finger catch on fire, with some pain, but he'll never tell anyone that it took him years to figure it out. He can also hack into certain software, assuming he has his trusty "master drive" A little pink thumb drive he carries in his clothes. it can store 16 Gigs, and has a lot of games and software on it.
Weaknesses:
Aaron is constantly afraid of being compared weak to other magic users, and constantly tries to seem better than others. His self esteem can be greatly hurt if he's made fun of or embarrassed. Aaron is a terrible swimmer and really can't ride a bike all too well. Despite all this, Aaron holds the Heruscir family name high, and gets aggravated when someone mentions it. Aaron isn't too strong, but he is nimble and quick. Granted, that doesn't help you in arm wrestle.

Brief History:
Aaron is the youngest of 4 siblings, and the only boy. He was born to be a successor to his father, and still is to some extent. His oldest sister Minerva was meant to join a defense force, but was kept at home due to her magical might. When he was seven, Aaron was diagnosed with a disease that ravaged his body, making him much more pale, and atrophying his muscles. Aaron took a long time to recover, and by the time he was fit to go outside again, his youngest sister had died. No-body told him why, so he asked one of his closest friends to help investigate. They formed the "Magical Adventurers Searching for Secrets' Or MASS. This group spiraled into a small network of close-knit friends who would always help each other out. When he was thirteen, he developed a crush on a woman from another important family. Aaron told his father and he forbade it. Being an angsty teen, he confessed anyways, and within a day they were a couple. The girl mysteriously vanished a few days later, much to Aaron's dismay. He suspected his father was up to it. MASS worked together, and found out that Aaron's father had indeed bribed the other family to have Aaron be dumped. Aaron was furious, and attacked his father in a rage. His father merely held out his hand and fire flew from his hands, burning Aaron's left arm. He spent weeks recovering and secretly training his pyromancy. Much to his dismay, he couldn't get anything to work! He stayed silent at dinner, and when he was finished eating, would immediately head to his room to start training again. A couple years later, close to his 16th birthday, Aaron was told he was being sent to a new school to hone his magic. Aaron was amazed. he started packing as soon as the words left his mother's mouth. He was ready to best his father.

Marchand: Of Mages, Mystery, and High School

Heya, just wanted to stop in and say hello. Lemme know when the new thread goes up so I can post Aaron in it ^.^

Marchand (Dead)

Aaron Heruscir

Full Name:
Aaron Heruscir (Hair-Ooo-Sea-r)
Nicknames/Aliases:
Aaron, Curly
Age:
15 Years and 11 Months
Gender:
Male
Primary:
Pyromancy
Student of Pyromancy?
is this what you meant by that or..?
Secondaries of Interest
Weapon infusement, Blood Magic
Description:
Aaron has curled red hair that stretches down his neck, but not past his shoulders. He keeps his bangs relatively short to keep his vision clear. He is moderately tall, reaching about 5'10", and he is built moderately, although he is a bit on the skinny side. His eyes are a light green, His skin is pale, and he has some freckles above his cheeks and nose. Aaron is fairly pale and wears a red robe with black lining into combat, to match his hair and his primary of course. When not in battle he wears his tan tunic and slightly darker leggings with splendor. His tunic is laden with many stains of various drinks and foods, since he doesn't really care about sanitation or other's feelings towards him. He has a small scar at the base of his index finger on his left hand, where he accidentally cut himself.
Personality:
Aaron likes to think he's a clever funny guy. He likes to tell horrid jokes, and try to break systems. Not like destroying things, but finding little intricacies to get around various things, like the VPN blocker he has on his phone, which he always carries with him. Aaron is usually upbeat, walking around with a strut in his step, he doesn't like to be serious, it reminds him of the stern family meetings he had when he was younger, and those terrified him! Aaron tries to help anyone in need, both for their sake, and to affirm himself of his skills, as having come from a prodigious family, he always gets nervous when the topic of his mediocre magic comes up. He was also very used to having some maid after his every whim and service, hence his disregard for courtesy and cleanliness. All in all, Aaron seems pretty nasty at first approach, but Aaron likes to believe you'll come to like him after a while. Aaron's scared of letting down his family, and that's what drives him the most above all else.

Skills:
Aaron's talents don't compare much to his father, who is deemed by some to be a legend. Aaron does know how to light a candle by snapping his fingers, and he can make his index finger catch on fire, with some pain, but he'll never tell anyone that it took him years to figure it out. He can also hack into certain software, assuming he has his trusty "master drive" A little pink thumb drive he carries in his clothes. it can store 16 Gigs, and has a lot of games and software on it.
Weaknesses:
Aaron is constantly afraid of being compared weak to other magic users, and constantly tries to seem better than others. His self esteem can be greatly hurt if he's made fun of or embarrassed. Aaron is a terrible swimmer and really can't ride a bike all too well. Despite all this, Aaron holds the Heruscir family name high, and gets aggravated when someone mentions it. Aaron isn't too strong, but he is nimble and quick. Granted, that doesn't help you in arm wrestle.

Brief History:
Aaron is the youngest of 4 siblings, and the only boy. He was born to be a successor to his father, and still is to some extent. His oldest sister Minerva was meant to join a defense force, but was kept at home due to her magical might. When he was seven, Aaron was diagnosed with a disease that ravaged his body, making him much more pale, and atrophying his muscles. Aaron took a long time to recover, and by the time he was fit to go outside again, his youngest sister had died. No-body told him why, so he asked one of his closest friends to help investigate. They formed the "Magical Adventurers Searching for Secrets' Or MASS. This group spiraled into a small network of close-knit friends who would always help each other out. When he was thirteen, he developed a crush on a woman from another important family. Aaron told his father and he forbade it. Being an angsty teen, he confessed anyways, and within a day they were a couple. The girl mysteriously vanished a few days later, much to Aaron's dismay. He suspected his father was up to it. MASS worked together, and found out that Aaron's father had indeed bribed the other family to have Aaron be dumped. Aaron was furious, and attacked his father in a rage. His father merely held out his hand and fire flew from his hands, burning Aaron's left arm. He spent weeks recovering and secretly training his pyromancy. Much to his dismay, he couldn't get anything to work! He stayed silent at dinner, and when he was finished eating, would immediately head to his room to start training again. A couple years later, close to his 16th birthday, Aaron was told he was being sent to a new school to hone his magic. Aaron was amazed. he started packing as soon as the words left his mother's mouth. He was ready to best his father.

Other:
I can't seem to get the size modifiers working, maybe I'm too new at this? Anyways, I hope the bold will make it better?