Dark Light

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

“With thoughts and the capability of, no matter how feeble, being the only current indication to an otherwise fleeting chance of existence I hold onto what I have and what I know.
I think and therefore I am. I do exist. My thoughts manifest from somewhere, so therefore I have a form. I strengthen and repeat that thought before once again looking towards my hands but first imagining what I shall see.
I conceptualise and imagine two strong hands, earth worn and proud. Aged by hardship but honed from experience.”

magic school rp

Name: Deum mal’vultuum

Gender: Male

Species: Undisclosed/Shapeshifter

Apparent Age: 17

Actual Age: 21

Appearance:


Bio: There is nothing outstanding in Deum’s backstory. He was born and raised as a normal boy like any other born into and by a ritualistic occult. While he had a mother that gave birth to him, many of the coven acted and claimed to be his parents. While spoiled, he was also held to high expectations. Having enough of it he left and enrolled himself into the school.

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Powers: Shape shifting, Novice dark magic.

Down Side: Changes are not only painful but also physically and emotionally taxing. Consumes a lot of energy. Magic always comes at a risk/cost. It’s a perilous dark path that has led many to their demise.

Weaknesses: Spoilt and near worshipped for too long he is cold, selfish and entitled.

Fears: Boundaries, shackles, confinement, cages, loss of control, being trapped in the dark. Claustrophobia.

Items: Apothecary kit. Knives, candles and all manner of intricate tools.

Extras: Avid learner and practitioner of demonology.

Ascension: Monster Farm

It was a simple concept, the more they fought, the stronger they grew. The stronger they grew, the more they could protect. This was something that Hurruh could comprehend, and with this simple notion he suddenly understood the intent and reasoning of his bug fairy friend’s actions.
Hurrah decided if he got the chance, he would go back and try to find him again. Until then he wanted his monsters to get stronger too. But neither looked ready or interested (even able) to fight.

So instead he got them both to just watch. He scooped Honey, the small golden slime, out of his rucksack and held it out, unsure which way was front or back, to observe the battle.
As for the armis, that Hurruh was still not convinced was a monster, it fumbled loosely around his small hand as the slime bobbled around in it. Hurrah had even less idea how this one would be able to see anything.

Either way, just incase they could see or learn anything, the young boy fought to hold his arm out high so the two might be in a position to do so. It didn’t take long for this to put a strain on his arm but he fought through it. Squeezing his sisters hands tight for strength and in support of her battle.

”Go Ack!” he shouted.

Ascension: Monster Farm

@Rai
What’s below tier 1 med?

Also, were we supposed to have some potions or something when we got a monster?

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

I’ll jump in and get this rolling.
I guess this is sorta like a BETA test?

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

In trying to gain a sense of self or semblance of assurance;

• Shout out loud greeting and pause to listen carefully.
• Run hands over self to take stocktake of clothes/items.
• Feel around the floor.

The Twenty-Fifth Hour

This single character thing is a bad idea... I’m just still here for the train wreck :p

Ascension: Monster Farm

@Mogget

Hurrah appeared at his sisters right side, taking her hand and entwining his fingers between hers.

There was an excitement on his face. It could have been from the gifts he was shoveling in her bag, the weird, oversized armoured glove he held tightly on his right hand, or the monster fight that was about to take place.
”Why are you making them fight?” he asked curiously.

Ascension: Monster Farm

@Mogget Although I’ll record my items seperately, I’ll assume for most parts Hurruh has palmed them off to Jones to carry 😜

Ascension: Monster Farm

Yay! 20 monies 😄
Did I get any items?