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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.
Yep.
I'm twenty two years old, have a tendency to scream into the void, and mostly just hang around and do my own thing. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy roleplaying, though; I'm a big fan of the supernatural/fantasy genre, horror, and superheroes. I tend to avoid RPs where there's no fantastical elements, though there are times where I step outside of my comfort zone.
I reuse characters habitually across canons, and while I try to devote time to roleplay, work and real life cuts back on how much I can write in the best of times.
Yep.
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I'm always down for some preexisting relationships if y'all are.
The Memolis are notorious due to their shady background, and their equally shady modern selves. They smuggle things for people, can get their hands on some interesting stuff, and other rather brow raising things, but usually to the point that if you know the full extent of what they do, you're implicated yourself. They also tend to be very loyal to the lines they work with.
The Pelacours are a very helpful family line. A lot of doctors, diplomats, general protector types. They probably try to offer help to as many lines as possible. They also took over the Seat of Defense recently, putting them in a high position of power.
The Ciervos would probably be more difficult to form connections with, as they're a highly reclusive cult in the middle of nowhere, but yeah.
The Lovettes are incredibly small, basically just the middle class version of a mage line. Not many of them are left.
The Memolis are notorious due to their shady background, and their equally shady modern selves. They smuggle things for people, can get their hands on some interesting stuff, and other rather brow raising things, but usually to the point that if you know the full extent of what they do, you're implicated yourself. They also tend to be very loyal to the lines they work with.
The Pelacours are a very helpful family line. A lot of doctors, diplomats, general protector types. They probably try to offer help to as many lines as possible. They also took over the Seat of Defense recently, putting them in a high position of power.
The Ciervos would probably be more difficult to form connections with, as they're a highly reclusive cult in the middle of nowhere, but yeah.
The Lovettes are incredibly small, basically just the middle class version of a mage line. Not many of them are left.
Sorry for all the tags in my latest post! Just wanted to make sure that y'all got sight of it, cause it could be both considered an announcement for IC and OOC.
I'll wait for people to post and react and get settled, then I'll go ahead and have Maddie kick off the presentation. c:
I'll wait for people to post and react and get settled, then I'll go ahead and have Maddie kick off the presentation. c:
The neat, decisive click of heels against tile was hardly something to bat an eye at, nor was the appearance of another figure in the common room’s doorway, surveying the situation with little visible surprise. When compared against the entrances of Professors Lebeau and Montana, Lovette’s arrival was fairly...mundane as he strode in, smiling warmly at his fellow staff upon seeing them.
That is, so long as one was unable to determine his gender, and didn’t come to the appropriate realization that the Pyromancy/Theory instructor had decided to go to work in a freshly ironed business dress and lipstick.
“Professor Montana is quite right on that account.” Madison’s voice did little to help discern his sex- mellow and soft, even as he raised his voice above the din. “While I understand that some of you may not be on the best terms with one another, that is no excuse for picking a fight in the middle of brunchtime. Or for using such derogatory language.” He glanced over his shoulder at the diners, eyes sparkling. “You can save any violence for your Combat class.”
With slow, methodical steps, letting the sound ring out, the Professor made his way to the front of the common room, then waited for the rest of the surrounding heads to turn his way. “Here at Marchand, we operate under a system of mutual respect. Whether that respect is between professor and student, or students and their peers, we expect you all to both give and receive some level of courtesy. Regardless of what you may feel towards Marchand so far, you will all be staying here until the end of your semesters. If you follow the rules set for you, and treat one another with respect, then you will find that the year will go by much more easier.”
Madison looked around, scanning the faces of his audience for a reaction, then smiled.
“With that said, I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Madison Lovette, and I will be your Professor of Pyromancy and Magical Theory. Regardless of whatever your Primary is, you will be seeing me at least twice per week. I’m looking forward to seeing you all in class when the time comes. The orientation will be starting very soon, so please take a seat if you haven’t already.”
He stood silently for a moment, then eventually made his way back to the now-demolished buffet. Madison gently prodded the covered surface, let out a sigh upon seeing just how bad the damage was, then turned towards Kora and Larke.
“Now, since this is the first day, I’ll see that you won’t get into too much trouble about this. But I expect for you to stay behind and help clean up once everything is said and done.”
Giving the table one last wistful poke, he opened a nearby closet, pulled a projector from deep within its guts, then rolled the technological behemoth to the near center of the room.
@Drazah@VitoftheVoid@AluminumDude@Afro Samurai@LokiLeo789@Mr Allen J@ScoundrelQueen@Magister@Gelatinous Cube@Dodi do 900@Shirochankun@caliban22@Slendy@Kiwiwiwi@Magister@LorelleQuips
That is, so long as one was unable to determine his gender, and didn’t come to the appropriate realization that the Pyromancy/Theory instructor had decided to go to work in a freshly ironed business dress and lipstick.
“Professor Montana is quite right on that account.” Madison’s voice did little to help discern his sex- mellow and soft, even as he raised his voice above the din. “While I understand that some of you may not be on the best terms with one another, that is no excuse for picking a fight in the middle of brunchtime. Or for using such derogatory language.” He glanced over his shoulder at the diners, eyes sparkling. “You can save any violence for your Combat class.”
With slow, methodical steps, letting the sound ring out, the Professor made his way to the front of the common room, then waited for the rest of the surrounding heads to turn his way. “Here at Marchand, we operate under a system of mutual respect. Whether that respect is between professor and student, or students and their peers, we expect you all to both give and receive some level of courtesy. Regardless of what you may feel towards Marchand so far, you will all be staying here until the end of your semesters. If you follow the rules set for you, and treat one another with respect, then you will find that the year will go by much more easier.”
Madison looked around, scanning the faces of his audience for a reaction, then smiled.
“With that said, I suppose that I should introduce myself. My name is Madison Lovette, and I will be your Professor of Pyromancy and Magical Theory. Regardless of whatever your Primary is, you will be seeing me at least twice per week. I’m looking forward to seeing you all in class when the time comes. The orientation will be starting very soon, so please take a seat if you haven’t already.”
He stood silently for a moment, then eventually made his way back to the now-demolished buffet. Madison gently prodded the covered surface, let out a sigh upon seeing just how bad the damage was, then turned towards Kora and Larke.
“Now, since this is the first day, I’ll see that you won’t get into too much trouble about this. But I expect for you to stay behind and help clean up once everything is said and done.”
Giving the table one last wistful poke, he opened a nearby closet, pulled a projector from deep within its guts, then rolled the technological behemoth to the near center of the room.
@Drazah@VitoftheVoid@AluminumDude@Afro Samurai@LokiLeo789@Mr Allen J@ScoundrelQueen@Magister@Gelatinous Cube@Dodi do 900@Shirochankun@caliban22@Slendy@Kiwiwiwi@Magister@LorelleQuips
STUDENT DORM ASSIGNMENTS
Aaron/Noah
Esperanza/Erica
Larke/Jason
Herman/Dante
Allen/Marcus/Canvas
Toby/Percival
Sam/Britney
Kora/Kaitlyn
Dinah/Dawn
Malik/Azaziel
Tessa/Yoko
Helena
TEACHER DORM ASSIGNMENTS
Oren/Maeve
Jaime/Raymond
Montana/Zion
Madison/Derrick
Mariana
[EMPTY TEACHER SLOT]
Aaron/Noah
Esperanza/Erica
Larke/Jason
Herman/Dante
Allen/Marcus/Canvas
Toby/Percival
Sam/Britney
Kora/Kaitlyn
Dinah/Dawn
Malik/Azaziel
Tessa/Yoko
Helena
TEACHER DORM ASSIGNMENTS
Oren/Maeve
Jaime/Raymond
Montana/Zion
Madison/Derrick
Mariana
[EMPTY TEACHER SLOT]
Please let me know if you would like to change anything or have your character paired with someone else. I came up with the list on a dime, so I'm not too strict about how it should go, aside from the same sex pairings rule. Also, please tell me if I forgot anyone, because I have a terrible memory. ^^;
@Drazah Using the words "piss poor" to describe the actions of someone else's character is a tad rude, though. It's alright to have your own opinions on characters and what they do, but using that term could be somewhat offensive to the writer.
Also, to everyone, I'll be dropping an updated character dorm list on here soon, so please keep an eye out for that. :)
Also, to everyone, I'll be dropping an updated character dorm list on here soon, so please keep an eye out for that. :)
Percival R. Pelacour was not one to chew the scenery. He paid little attention to the swirl of greens and browns and reds outside the window, nor was he particularly bothered by the occasional bumps and grumbles as the car his family arranged for him- and what a nice car it was!- passed over the occasional rough patch that came up in the path. No. He was preoccupied with far more important matters. Copper head bowed over his phone, Percival fiddled with the various tabs and sites charts he had open, pausing once or twice to shake his head or give a low curse as something or other malfunctioned. He had been working on the charts for a few hours by now (because someone was too damn lazy to give him a hand with the arrangements), but had been able to move onto the finishing details by the time his ride had dropped by to pick him up.
Grinning broadly to himself, he swiped his finger across the screen, giving the last touches with a flourish- only a moment before the driver announced that they had arrived. Perfect.
“Thanks, Marty.” The driver’s actual name was actually a mess of syllables and pronunciations that Percival struggled to get out at once, so he decided to give the closest shortest approximation of the name possible. Which just happened to be Marty. A good name. Wholesome. Just like how he assumed Marty was, even if the guy hadn’t spoken more than five words the entire journey. In appreciation, Percival produced a few crisp bills from his pockets, handed it over to Marty, and cheerfully entered the school with his things in tow.
The woman at front had just about as much bedside manner as Marty, or so the Pelacour son soon discovered. Percival thought that they would make a great couple, bonding over their shared “my job is a living hell” sort of vibe. The secretary, on the other hand, didn’t take much time in musings- instead pushing a stack of papers at him, telling that his luggage would be taken to his room, and instructing him to find the common room before ushering him out.
It was a short walk to get to where he was going, and as luck would have it, it seemed that the assembly hadn’t started yet. Even more lucky, he quickly caught sight of two of his fellow Council kids right off the bat. Apparently just in the process of getting separated after getting caught up in the good ol’ family way. Percival grinned, waved at them until he was sure that they had seen, then bounced over to one of the kids sitting by himself- and was wearing a tux, for whatever reason. Not that Percy was judging, of course. Rolling his shoulders, he leapt over to the boy’s table, canary coat fluttering behind him like a cape.
“Hey there, Bond.” He swept one of the chairs out, plunked into it, then scooted up to the table. “You know how long those two kids up at the front were going at it? Percival Pelacour, by the way, at your service.” With that, Percival gave a lopsided smile, sticking his arm across the table for the boy to shake.
He wouldn’t be too surprised if he recognized the name. Hard not to, these days. But Percival didn’t particularly care if he did.
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Grinning broadly to himself, he swiped his finger across the screen, giving the last touches with a flourish- only a moment before the driver announced that they had arrived. Perfect.
“Thanks, Marty.” The driver’s actual name was actually a mess of syllables and pronunciations that Percival struggled to get out at once, so he decided to give the closest shortest approximation of the name possible. Which just happened to be Marty. A good name. Wholesome. Just like how he assumed Marty was, even if the guy hadn’t spoken more than five words the entire journey. In appreciation, Percival produced a few crisp bills from his pockets, handed it over to Marty, and cheerfully entered the school with his things in tow.
The woman at front had just about as much bedside manner as Marty, or so the Pelacour son soon discovered. Percival thought that they would make a great couple, bonding over their shared “my job is a living hell” sort of vibe. The secretary, on the other hand, didn’t take much time in musings- instead pushing a stack of papers at him, telling that his luggage would be taken to his room, and instructing him to find the common room before ushering him out.
It was a short walk to get to where he was going, and as luck would have it, it seemed that the assembly hadn’t started yet. Even more lucky, he quickly caught sight of two of his fellow Council kids right off the bat. Apparently just in the process of getting separated after getting caught up in the good ol’ family way. Percival grinned, waved at them until he was sure that they had seen, then bounced over to one of the kids sitting by himself- and was wearing a tux, for whatever reason. Not that Percy was judging, of course. Rolling his shoulders, he leapt over to the boy’s table, canary coat fluttering behind him like a cape.
“Hey there, Bond.” He swept one of the chairs out, plunked into it, then scooted up to the table. “You know how long those two kids up at the front were going at it? Percival Pelacour, by the way, at your service.” With that, Percival gave a lopsided smile, sticking his arm across the table for the boy to shake.
He wouldn’t be too surprised if he recognized the name. Hard not to, these days. But Percival didn’t particularly care if he did.
@Slendy@ScoundrelQueen@VitoftheVoid
Dawn blinked, somewhat taken aback at Duma’s response. “Oh, uh, thank you. It was my great grandmother’s name, I think. And I’d be glad to be your friend, in that case.” She smiled again, the realization that the other might be trying to hit on her slowly coming to light. That was...surprising. Not many people tended to do that, although the fact that she hadn’t brought up her last name might have had something to do with it. Somewhat unsure of how to take the idea, Dawn turned back to her meal, shoveling into a pile of fried potatoes with relish. Whoever had prepared everything, their talent was undeniable.
She had just finished the potatoes, and was moving onto a few strips of bacon when Duma suddenly announced he was leaving. Dawn looked up, swallowing her latest mouthful and dabbing her mouth clean with a napkin. That was...fast.
“Well, good luck with the unpacking, Duma.” She nodded at him, a bit of flush creeping around her collar as he threw out one last flirt. “I’ll, um, see you later, then.” With that, she ducked her head, quietly sipping her orange juice as he went. She really needed to learn how to handle that better.
Soon enough, Dawn had polished off her plate, and had risen to put away her things when she spotted a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. Before she could turn to register what it was, however, the blur suddenly started screaming at the top of its lungs, charging at Larke from across the room and knocking him into the buffet table.
Kora Norrevinter, then. While the initial impact had been shocking, the connection made it less so. The Sterling-Norrevinter feud had become nearly the stuff of legend by this point, brought to fame through just how devoted the two had become to the quarrel. Despite its...relative normalcy, Dawn watched somewhat uneasily, quite aware that not much could get between them at this point.
Save for the professor that strode in, casually plucking Larke from the mess and scolding the combatants. Dawn relaxed a bit, turning away from the remains of the fight to see what appeared to be another professor casting lights about himself and summoning what looked to be a giant fire wolf in the middle of the floor.
That wasn’t quite what Dawn had expected upon coming to Marchand, but she supposed that trying to expect normalcy in a magical school would be rather hard to do. Shaking her head slightly, she began to examine the rest of the apparent professors. Two women, three men. The women looked completely unfazed by all that surrounded them, as did the professor who had separated the fight- although the grizzled looking one seemed almost unnerved by everything. As if he expected the whole facility to suddenly turn at him all at once. There was only a small sampling of staff in the room with him, and it was already shaping up to be quite the mixed bag.
The year certainly wouldn’t be boring, at least.
Esperanza didn’t notice the roll immediately, busy with mopping and wiping and occasionally scooping some of the mash up into the napkins. It was only upon rising to throw away the latest batch that she noticed the bandages offered to her- and immediately beamed, as if Helena was offering her an early birthday present instead of simple gauze.
“Thank you very much! I will only use some, so you can use it later.” Nodding firmly to herself, Esperanza took the roll from Hel, and carefully began to wind it around the worst of her cuts.
“Defense magic is very...very…” She licked her lips, struggling to find the proper word. “Very wonderful. Useful? Both of those things. I am sure that you will get better at it. I am the Necromancer, myself.” Esp snapped the bandages with a flourish, then passed it back to Hel.
“It is very scary at first,” she admitted. “Then, it is not so bad. You will need some granola, so you can get the blood back after, but it is just like getting the needle at the doctor’s. Except instead of getting medicine, you will be using the magic to keep strange people out of your window at night. Or other things.”
With that, Esperanza gave a cheerful smile, throwing a lump of tissue into the trash bin. “I think that we have finished. There is no-” She was cut off by a loud roar of “TYRRRR” behind her, followed by a crash as something heavy collided with another. Startled, Esperanza whirled on her heel to find a woman pinning a boy to the buffet table and pouring yogurt in his hair. The two were insulting each other the whole time, although the girl was much louder in her efforts than her captive.
She looked at the girl, then the boy. Then the girl’s red hair. Then the boy again.
A wide, goofy grin split Esp’s face.
This- this was the Norrevinter-Sterling fighting that her mother had told her about.
Amazement pounding through her veins, Esp fumbled in her pocket for a moment, pulled out her phone, and immediately began to record the whole thing. Her sisters would love to see this, she thought gleefully. Unfortunately, before she could get some good footage, a professor had stepped in to split things up. Waves of nullification magic leaked from his body.
Esp snapped the camera off, pushing it back into her skirt and turning back to Helena.
“That was so exciting!” She gushed. “I was not expecting for there to be a fight on the first day! And it happened so fast- do you think that every day will have a fight, Helena?” Her eyes were as wide as saucers, smile stretching from ear to ear.
This had to be the second most action-filled day in her whole life.
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She had just finished the potatoes, and was moving onto a few strips of bacon when Duma suddenly announced he was leaving. Dawn looked up, swallowing her latest mouthful and dabbing her mouth clean with a napkin. That was...fast.
“Well, good luck with the unpacking, Duma.” She nodded at him, a bit of flush creeping around her collar as he threw out one last flirt. “I’ll, um, see you later, then.” With that, she ducked her head, quietly sipping her orange juice as he went. She really needed to learn how to handle that better.
Soon enough, Dawn had polished off her plate, and had risen to put away her things when she spotted a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. Before she could turn to register what it was, however, the blur suddenly started screaming at the top of its lungs, charging at Larke from across the room and knocking him into the buffet table.
Kora Norrevinter, then. While the initial impact had been shocking, the connection made it less so. The Sterling-Norrevinter feud had become nearly the stuff of legend by this point, brought to fame through just how devoted the two had become to the quarrel. Despite its...relative normalcy, Dawn watched somewhat uneasily, quite aware that not much could get between them at this point.
Save for the professor that strode in, casually plucking Larke from the mess and scolding the combatants. Dawn relaxed a bit, turning away from the remains of the fight to see what appeared to be another professor casting lights about himself and summoning what looked to be a giant fire wolf in the middle of the floor.
That wasn’t quite what Dawn had expected upon coming to Marchand, but she supposed that trying to expect normalcy in a magical school would be rather hard to do. Shaking her head slightly, she began to examine the rest of the apparent professors. Two women, three men. The women looked completely unfazed by all that surrounded them, as did the professor who had separated the fight- although the grizzled looking one seemed almost unnerved by everything. As if he expected the whole facility to suddenly turn at him all at once. There was only a small sampling of staff in the room with him, and it was already shaping up to be quite the mixed bag.
The year certainly wouldn’t be boring, at least.
Esperanza didn’t notice the roll immediately, busy with mopping and wiping and occasionally scooping some of the mash up into the napkins. It was only upon rising to throw away the latest batch that she noticed the bandages offered to her- and immediately beamed, as if Helena was offering her an early birthday present instead of simple gauze.
“Thank you very much! I will only use some, so you can use it later.” Nodding firmly to herself, Esperanza took the roll from Hel, and carefully began to wind it around the worst of her cuts.
“Defense magic is very...very…” She licked her lips, struggling to find the proper word. “Very wonderful. Useful? Both of those things. I am sure that you will get better at it. I am the Necromancer, myself.” Esp snapped the bandages with a flourish, then passed it back to Hel.
“It is very scary at first,” she admitted. “Then, it is not so bad. You will need some granola, so you can get the blood back after, but it is just like getting the needle at the doctor’s. Except instead of getting medicine, you will be using the magic to keep strange people out of your window at night. Or other things.”
With that, Esperanza gave a cheerful smile, throwing a lump of tissue into the trash bin. “I think that we have finished. There is no-” She was cut off by a loud roar of “TYRRRR” behind her, followed by a crash as something heavy collided with another. Startled, Esperanza whirled on her heel to find a woman pinning a boy to the buffet table and pouring yogurt in his hair. The two were insulting each other the whole time, although the girl was much louder in her efforts than her captive.
She looked at the girl, then the boy. Then the girl’s red hair. Then the boy again.
A wide, goofy grin split Esp’s face.
This- this was the Norrevinter-Sterling fighting that her mother had told her about.
Amazement pounding through her veins, Esp fumbled in her pocket for a moment, pulled out her phone, and immediately began to record the whole thing. Her sisters would love to see this, she thought gleefully. Unfortunately, before she could get some good footage, a professor had stepped in to split things up. Waves of nullification magic leaked from his body.
Esp snapped the camera off, pushing it back into her skirt and turning back to Helena.
“That was so exciting!” She gushed. “I was not expecting for there to be a fight on the first day! And it happened so fast- do you think that every day will have a fight, Helena?” Her eyes were as wide as saucers, smile stretching from ear to ear.
This had to be the second most action-filled day in her whole life.
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@Drazah Hey, Drazah, I'm sure you didn't mean for it to come across that way, but it read kind of rude to call Oren's insult "piss poor" OOC and call her by the wrong gender. (I'm assuming that you were referring to Duma being the one shrugging off an insult and not Oren, as you haven't responded to the Oren post yet. Please correct me if I'm wrong, though!)
Again, I'm sure you didn't mean to come across that way, so I just wanted to let you know in case you didn't notice.
Again, I'm sure you didn't mean to come across that way, so I just wanted to let you know in case you didn't notice.
I'll go ahead and join in on the summarizing, if it can help people out in some way. :)
Dawn entered the common room, and was approached by Duma. Duma left after a while, leaving Dawn alone currently.
Esperanza saw Helena struggling with her mess, and helped to clean up. The bandages covering her arms were ruined through her cleaning, so she discarded them, revealing her ravaged arms. She and Helena are currently discussing Blood Magic.
Madison and Percival are not yet in the common room. Madison is still preparing things for orientation, and Percival hasn't shown up yet due to him not caring too much.
Dawn entered the common room, and was approached by Duma. Duma left after a while, leaving Dawn alone currently.
Esperanza saw Helena struggling with her mess, and helped to clean up. The bandages covering her arms were ruined through her cleaning, so she discarded them, revealing her ravaged arms. She and Helena are currently discussing Blood Magic.
Madison and Percival are not yet in the common room. Madison is still preparing things for orientation, and Percival hasn't shown up yet due to him not caring too much.
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