Etranger

I am revived

I would say welcome back to the Guild, but I already know you're an active poster in a mutual roleplay of ours ;)

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

SOMEONE BUMPED INTO ME!

Anyone moving around can feel free to take the role of the bumpee and begin an interaction between characters.
_{(Not all interactions have to be good ones.)}

@Dark Light

I decided to snatch this opportunity up.

But anyway, Azerus has now become Berke's first friend at Mordhaben's.

No, he does not have a say in the matter.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

Berke Bayamaar

Unlike some among the Chimera present, Berke didn't hesitate to get amidst the crowds, oblivious to the stares of those that might judge him. His Chimera features were mostly hidden underneath his clothes, so it wasn't immediately apparent that he even was one, but some people would still call him a Gorilla for reasons besides his heritage. He stood well above the heights of many of the human students, so he made quite the spectacle. Perhaps the biggest spectacle about him was the giddy grin that adorned his face as he took in the sights. Berke was basically a tourist in this city, and getting to attend this prestigious academy alongside so many people was just plain exciting. He didn't mind that the opening ceremony hadn't started yet, because he was having enough fun just being here.

However, his preoccupation with looking around was likely what caused him to accidentally bump into someone. The person he had bumped into definitely did not seem happy to be bumped, which seemed like a given, but this one seemed extra mad. "Oh, hey man, I'm sorry." Berke said sheepishly, though otherwise unfazed by the Chimera's caustic response. "I'm just so overwhelmed by this new experience. I'm Berke by the way. What's your name?" As far as Berke was concerned, this was the perfect opportunity to make a new friend, or as it would happen his first friend at Mordhaben's. He did not recognise the fact that this Chimera did not seem like he was terribly friendly, nor that he might still be angry that he bumped into him. He just stood there, blithely expecting to make casual conversation with this new person.

@Dark Light

Greetings from the Sock!

Hello and welcome.

hey

Hey there, welcome back to the Guild.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

A T T R I B U T E S:
• Strength: 4
• Constitution: 8
• Agility (gross motor skills): 7
• Dexterity (fine motor skills): 4
• Intelligence: 4
• Charisma: 8
• Aesthetics/Appearance: 7

@Jay Kalton

Psst, you may have gone two points over the limit.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

Both approved via PM

Berke

Name: Berke Bayamaar

Appearance: Berke is one big guy, standing at 215cm tall (7’1) and weighing 110kg (242lbs). His eyes are coloured green, and his skin is mildly tan. Most of his weight comes from his exceptionally muscular form. He has a messy but short head of black hair, and the beginnings of a beard on his chin. As a gorilla-like Chimera, Berke has patches of thick black hair in places on his body, especially the chest and back, though it’s usually hidden under a full layer of clothing. As far as clothing goes, Berke tends to favour simple clothes, usually comprising of a non-descript pair of pants and a sweater.

Age: 19

Species: 4th Generation Gorilla Chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student

Personality: Berke has a big heart to match his big body. He likes making friends and keeping people happy, and it always saddens him to see someone else being sad. Even when met with open hostility, Berke tries to make the most of it and see it as a relationship to be worked on. He is an exceptionally tolerant and forgiving person, and he likes to think that everyone just needs a little understanding to get by. However, this line of thinking often bleeds into dangerous territory, as he will take a hands off approach to some self-destructive behaviours, and lacks the assertiveness to tell someone when they’re just plain wrong. Of course, he isn’t so meek that he wouldn’t do a thing about someone hurting another person in front of him, but he is so naïve to think he can just ask them to stop.

Openness: 9
Neuroticism: -9
Agreeableness: 9
Extroversion: 6
Conscientiousness: 7

Biography: Berke’s family is descended from a type of Gorilla Monster out in the wilderness. They have often been stereotyped as a big dumb bunch of ape creatures, but as Berke would tell anyone, his grandpa was a big ol’ genius, and he has an aunt that’s only 5 feet tall. He lived in a mixed town of humans and Chimeras, where people would generally be fairly tolerant of each other, and that’s where he picked up a lot of his own views on life. Berke would gladly tell anyone that his primary reason for deciding to attend Mordhaben’s was to make a contribution to society through magic, as well as expand his horizons by taking such an active profession.

Attributes:

Strength: 12
Constitution: 10
Agility (gross motor skills): 4
Dexterity (fine motor skills): 2
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 4
Aesthetics/Appearance: 3

Magic Type Preference: Matter Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Metal Manipulation
Interests: Bodybuilding, Playing Sports, Making friend
Skills: Hitting people really hard, taking really hard hits, having sheer, bull-headed determination

Leonora

Name: Leonora Serannen

Appearance: Leonora is a tall and elegant woman that has put a great deal of thought and effort into her appearance. She is 168cm (6 feet) and weighs 61kg (134lbs). Her hair is long, flowing and golden and her eyes match its colour. While some would claim Leonora looks stunning without any work done, she still applies a great deal of cosmetics to just about anywhere she thinks she can improve upon. Possessing an enormous wardrobe, Leonora is almost never found wearing anything short of high fashion, though she tends to favour wearing a good pair of trousers to skirts. As a fifth generation Chimera, Leonora has only one trait belonging to her monstrous ancestors, and that is the feline claws on the tips of her fingers. She always wears custom made gloves built to mask her Chimera trait.

Age: 28

Species: Fifth Generation Feline Chimera

Gender: Female

Occupation: Staff – Guidance Counsellor

Personality: Leonora speaks exceedingly politely and formally, sparing no effort to carefully craft her sentences so as to avoid causing offence. Seemingly in line with her role as the institute’s guidance counsellor, Leonora is proactive in approaching students and inquiring as to their wellbeing. Her only mildly provocative trait is that she’s been known to ask somewhat probing questions to others, even ones of a socially or even politically charged nature. Leonora is known to be difficult to read, as her default expression seems to be a pleasant smile, even when met with a difficult individual.

Openness: 5
Neuroticism: -7
Agreeableness: 8
Extroversion: 8
Conscientiousness: 10

Biography: Leonora was born the bastard child of an affair between a wealthy and influential aristocrat and a fourth generation feline Chimera. Initially, Leonora’s existence was unknown to her father, and her mother had never planned to get either of them involved in her father’s world. However, her mother would die of illness one day, and upon her death, Leonora’s father happened to track her down and decided to take Leonora in. Having many particularly bigoted friends and associates, her father attempted to keep her nature as a Chimera a secret, but the rumours got out, and Leonora was frequently the target of hostility from those in her social circles. Still, while her early life was not perfect, her father was always fairly nurturing, and she still lived a largely privileged existence.

Leonora attended Mordhaben’s like so many others, and emerged as quite the prodigious mage, going on to join the Unoctocan Empire's Mage Corps. While Leonora would make a good showing as a member of the Mage Corps, her career with them was only a few years long, and she eventually resigned to take up a position at Mordhaben’s as a member of staff. Leonora has so far refused to speak of her experiences in the Mage Corps.

Attributes:

Strength: 3
Constitution: 4
Agility (gross motor skills): 8
Dexterity (fine motor skills): 5
Intelligence: 10
Charisma: 10
Aesthetics/Appearance: 10

Magic Type Preference: Sensory Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent: Perception Manipulation – Making people see things that aren’t there
Interests: High Culture, Philosophy, Politics, Psychology
Skills: Eloquent Speaker, Military Trained and Seasoned, Firearms Knowledge – Pistol Specialist, Clever Tactician

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

@Azereiah Any objections to anyone playing more than one character? Because I was considering making a student and a teacher.

Worlds Apart

As expected, the knife nut took the opportunity to don his mask too. As doubly expected, his newfound appearance was just plain creepy. Now, both of them stood there, transformed and empowered by strange means, perhaps destined to have an epic confrontation to decide their fates...

But perhaps not, seeing as one of the others intervened to try and subdue him first. Michael recognised him as one of the ones that had been quick to jump on the tracks. Now here he was, sporting a fancy new appearance himself, spraying a magical substance on Mr. Nutjob. It seemed he was more concerned with getting them moving on to ghosty's destination of choice for them. "Hey, I don't mind, as long as this creep's down." He told him. Given they weren't even on Earth, it could hardly be described as "police business" anymore. If it hadn't been for the psycho here, Michael would have been making tracks to this town himself, but as it stood, he had been more concerned about getting knifed in the back before he could do so. Now at least, it seemed the madman was being restrained. Funnily enough, he didn't even seem like he was fighting back, as though he hadn't noticed he was getting wrapped up until just now.

His words upon coming back to reality were disturbing though. The son of a bitch was trying to extol the young man to take his gun. "Keep your mouth shut, freak." Michael spoke to him caustically, with one eye shooting to the kid. He didn't think it was likely, but he really hoped he didn't have any ideas about actually taking his gun. He kept his gun trained on the psycho's head, however. It seemed as though they had him at their mercy, but even if the police were irrelevant here, it was still part of Michael's code not to go killing restrained prisoners, even if part of him wanted to in this scenario. They couldn't leave him here, either, as if this guy got loose while they weren't looking, who knew just what damage he could do? It was only the responsible thing for them to take him with them and keep him under wraps, even if Michael would be happier having him as far away from them as possible. "You need any help carrying this guy?" Michael asked the kid, assuming it was his plan to drag him as well. It seemed like he was inclined to get everyone he could moving to ghost girl's little town. "If not, I'm good to make tracks."

@Letter Bee @Scarescrow

I forgot to bother doing this

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