Fallenreaper

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

ℭharles Λeon

ＴＨＥ ＩＭ ＭＯＲＴＡＬ

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~|Ｏminar, earlier that day |~

It was a normal day at the Zander’s University of Magical Arts, or fondly referred to as ZUMA, despite the occupation of the Prae nearly a year and a half ago. Nature, however, never seemed to notice. Birds chirped their seemingly endless melodies, trees swayed passively with the breezes passing, and darken clouds loomed over heavy with ripe rain, the scenery through his classroom window creating a subtle amusement within Charles Aeon. It was encouraging to see nature blantly ignore Ominar’s present rulers, the Prae, as it had so many dictators over the centuries and nurtured the hope within all that this point in history wouldn’t last forever.

Sadly, he realized, few might live to see the day it came to an end. Pushing away the thought, Charles’ focus returned to his classroom. The lecture was in full swing with his voice booming out toward the students and each were watching the display of silvery golems playing out his every word in an rehearsed fashion, his feet casually strolling through the desks to spy for any slumbering victims. It seemed like a old scene from another century, namely the eighteen hundred, save for the magical additions.

There was about thirty students filling a room that could seat over a hundred comfortably. Their desks seated about three each and circled a lower, centered stage where the teachers were often required to drone about magical applications or visually display examples in various of ways. Charles, while the professor and unofficial expert on Magical History subjects, wasn’t required to use magic, he felt going the extra mile would demonstrate pride in his profession and improve his student’s attentiveness.

For the most part, he was right. Through several of his fellow professors were skeptical of his success and suspected he was falsifying grades for improving his paid grade, likely purposely marring his name through the educational system. He usually assumed it was because of his image. He was, after all, over a thousand and sixteen years old and stuck in a sixteen year old man’s body. However, his mannerisms and voice often hinted to more experience than peers around his assumed age.

The remainder of his struggle drew an irritating shadow over his earlier pleasant mood. Having more control and awareness of his own actions, he managed to to prevent such emotions from surfacing. His eyes shifting across each student and absorbing their familiar image into his focus, letting their interested faces chase away the recollections away.

Charles inhaled, disguising it in a breath, then continued with his speech. He listened through he knew each sentence down to the very word by heart. This classroom after all was his whole world for the most part and unaffected by the Prae’s growing propaganda over the Licentia. Though he doubted it would last much longer and secretly dreaded the request for his retirement. Some days he imagined the headmaster walking through the door one day to speak with him over his lessons and methods, trying to persuade him to approach it differently.

His currently purple eyes shifted to the display of his golems at the room’s center and ensured they were actively playing correctly. It was more like a recording than actual golems making the complications far less an issue in both Vis consumption and construction.

“Humanity’s potential for magic grew, gradually when the races known as Prae and Licentia made themselves public. This was around the time of 1536.” Charles stated, his vision shifted forward.

The current scene was about two to five colonial puppets, half the size of the real models, they appeared to be harvesting the yearly wheat crop and storing for the winter months to come. They were shortly approached by two more figures, obviously representation of Licentia and Prae. The Licentia was continually shifting between difficult forms, symbolizing their chaotic nature while the Prae was in its manifested form. Everything in the small isolated scene produced a metal shine that shifted through gold, silver, and bronzed like mother of pearl. The figures were moving about as if they could imitate life itself thanks to the attention of detail to each one, some even able to create earnest expressions. Charles took pride in his artwork and application, the Vis used to create them was halved since they were only for show rather than actual tasks. Each golem and scene was set to melt into another whenever he spoke a key sentence allowing it to shift with his lecture effortlessly.

“At first, with less than 10 percent of humans able to cast magic, it seemed to contain the threat. However, due to illegal activities and magic knowledge becoming being more widely accessible, the laws alone lost their effectiveness.”

His eyes then lingered upon a single student, Avery Holmes. About twenty-five years old with bright, coppery red hair that curled about as bad as his own, the man had managed to fall asleep sitting up. The lithe figure was slouching in his posture with his head hanging backwards against the seat’s back. A soft, airy snore rumbled from his chest into the air causing Charles’ usually controlled expression to break into a frown. This action wouldn’t do, the immortal thought and his steps quieted in his approach toward his unaware victim.

Charles’ polished and well kept shoes clicked across the scuffed marble. Each moment was well practiced, chosen and executed with barely a sound upon impact while his strong voice drowned out any possible tell. On habit his fingers brushed the desk edges along the way with barely a touch. His neck hairs rose with the sensation of his students’ eyes fixed upon him and seemed to push him along, motivating him to complete his intended deed.

Charles ignored them. His focus was on his lecture and waking the student, his disapproving crinkling his face. Strangely enough, he never missed a word.

“This called for methods to contain and control its vast ability to spread. Magic, as many of you know, is a tool like any gun, sword or spear but can’t be taken away. This often makes it more lethal in comparison to more common forms of weaponry since officials haven’t found a humane way to prevent mages from using their magic. This is why magic isn’t to be taken lightly as many of our government officials started to realize and during the 1800s, Hudson Crue, a mage himself, began to write up the basic laws for all mages to abide by.”

When Charles stopped, Avery let out another distinct snore which rumbled through his thin figure. The teacher inhaled sharply for a breath and break in his monologue. His perperiphal vision caught the image at the center already displaying the subject, Hudson Crud, in the center but noted no one was was actually looking at him. Instead all their attention was focused on him. Charles held out his hand making a fleeting flicker. Within seconds a transparent metallic ruler appeared in his hand, his voice falling back into his lecture.

Lauren Smockins, an excellent student, and about twenty-one in age braced herself by pressing her hands to her ears. Her worry and concern pouring from her face. Charles felt a needle of guilt stab him in the chest but not because he felt any sense attraction. It was because he hated frightening his students, his role as teacher stirring within, and the sensation of judgement washed over him. Not just by her, but them all. His knuckles tightened, the ruler raised above and held in hesitation.

CRACK!

Avery was awake instantly. The sound occurring just inches from his position where the ruler had smacked upon his desk edge, his face filled with fear and breathing harshly in panic. Slowly his green eyes darted into Charles’ deep, luminous purple ones. The silence was immediately broken by a few giggling individuals, amused by the proceedings, while man’s cheeks reddened by embarrassment.

Charles wasn’t the least bit sympathetic since his voice resumed his lesson. This quickly quieted the small chuckling mob, his figure turned on heel and began to stroll back to the center once more. He dissipated the ruler with a jerk of his hand then folded it behind his back.

“It was then that another man, James Flounders, suggested a registration act. This act required all mages past the age of 15 to be listed within the government records. Most believed this was to enable a better way to retain a catalog of the population, who was capable of what spells and develop a control force to prevent and control casualties within the populace. However a few individuals still question it today.” His hand waved toward the image, wiping it out, signalling the end of class. He then turned to face the men and women currently collecting their things, their figures stirred the moment they knew it was time to leave, and mentioned their new assignment.

"Also, assignments over the Magical Laws and Registration are due next week. These will be opinion based and oral reports, so make sure you’ve practiced well. Don’t forget to make sure you deliver last week's assignment over Salem witch trials on my desk before the end of my work day. That's exactly 3 pm and any papers afterwards receive no credit for the course’s overall grade. Have a good day. "

Watching the students edge forward then lay their papers upon his desk, Charles relaxed against the far edge. His greyish smokey eyes watched the them all gradually depart before he considered taking a seat. It had been a trying year and a half since the occupation began. Part of him had worried that Zander’s University for Magical Arts would’ve been closed down or the class circuralim altered in a fashion to hamper the student’s knowledge and applications of magic when the Prae too over. Much to his relief, it thankfully never happened causing his worrying to be for nothing.

He turned to retrieve the papers only to note one student still remained. Lauren. Curious as to why she lingered back, Charles turned slowly to face her and wait for her explanation. Her mouth open but snapped again, her words failing her. Her fingers twisted in nervous energy in front of her and toyed with her tee shirt, tugging it downward. Seeing her so wired with desperation but lacking strength to speak caused Charles to crack a small smile. It was small reminder he didn’t bite unless provoked and she hasn’t done anything for such a thing.

That gesture seemed to spark her courage enough to address her concerns.

“I-I’m sorry Professor Aeon, for bothering you but there was something I wanted your thoughts over.” She stuttered a bit drawing a hint of worry in Charles, his eyes tightened in suspicion over the reason and nodded.

“Very well. Please allow me to get you a seat and we’ll talk about it. Just don’t forget to place your assignment on the desk before we begin.” He had noted she hasn’t gotten around to place it, the immortal’s figured moving off to retrieve it.

He quickly collected the nearest chair, picking it up easily then strolled to Ms. Smockins. Setting it down, he gestured her for sit and moved around his desk. Causally he sat down then slide forward, resting his elbows upon the hard wood surface before starting again.

“Now, Ms. Smockins, please enlighten me over the topic that seems to be troubling you.”

“I’m worried for someone very close to me, my sister Sarah. She’s mentioned something about going to a meeting in protest-”

Unexpectedly, Charles raised a hand abruptly making Lauren jump. His eyes studied the classroom, searching for something, tension subtly raising to surface with the passing time. “It’s a very dangerous thing I suspect she’s attempting to achieve and likely it will not end well. Individuals within occupied territories protesting against what they see as unfair laws never do and I hope you tried to talk some sense into her. Namely to sway her from attending?”

“I tried, but Sarah is a very...stubborn. She believes not all Licentia are as evil as the Prae advertise. She’s went to nearly every rally protesting against the slang and now with the disappearances starting, I fear she might do something drastic to draw attention. She’s my younger sister and I can’t bare if something happened to her.” Lauren spoke, her voice trembling, and seemed to be holding back a torrent of emotion.

Charles sighed in a mixture of irritation and defeat, tilting his figure to the side before plucking a handkerchief from the first desk drawer. He then flicked it in her direction while waiting for her to take it. Unable to hold back the tears, Lauren removed it from his grip to wipe them away. Charles did not enjoy the sight of an excellent student in distress and made the only offer he knew would sooth over her worry. “I’ll see what I can do. Go home and focus on your studies, there’s a pop quiz tomorrow over the report you did. Though please try not to tell anyone.”

“Thank, oh god thank you…” Lauren uttered in relief as she pulled upright, her books collected in her arms. She then passed over a well worn image of a girl much younger, about sixteen or seventeen, and nearly sporting identical features. “This is her. Please, Professor, bring her home safe.”

When she departed, Charles leaned far back in his chair and tilted his head back. He wondered how in the world he was going to manage to bring a wayward teenager back from the brink of a ‘righteous’ path. Whatever happened to education being the way to make an impression upon the world? Charles thought grimly, missing the days where females didn’t dart head first into trouble before thinking about their reputations.

~~~|Ｅvening, Outskirts of Ominar|~~~

It had gotten late, but Charles had finally found it.

His eyes glance up to the skies, noting their greyish hue and churning movements, realizing it reflected his own mood. At his side was a metallic colored and transparent greyhound. The beast stood in alert at his heels, its nose twitching in eagerness and panting heavily. It was noisy enough to cause him to glaze down to give it a look resulting in the beast ceasing it immediately. It never ceased to intrigue Charles that his golems often mimicked the behavior of any creature they were molded after. Even when they didn’t require air, food, water or become tired from endless activities. This part he knew for certain having performed tests to determine it.

Dismissing his inanimate companion, Charles moved into the meeting. He had decided to copy a few of his younger student’s tastes in clothing in order to blend into the crowds while keeping a hint of his own flavor in the selection choice. His current outfit could be summed up in a few words: a waistcoat and jacket combination covering a white shirt, ripped knee jeans and scuffed tennis shoes. On his head was a ball cap made to serve a dual purpose of allowing him to hide his eyes when his head was down and flatten some of his wild curls.

It wasn’t his best disguise but it was suitable for the task at hand. As long as no one attempted to talk with him and realize his phasing was too highly educated for his appearance, all was well.

Charles moved silently through the collecting crowds, ignoring the man speaking to the established mob. Most were hypnotized by the man’s words and fortunately didn’t seem to mind him moving through them, their faces fixed to the front. He glanced down to the photo to recall the woman then jerked back to scan the faces.

"Now, I know you have a lot of questions about what we are doing here. There are a lot of different people, from many walks of life. Some human like myself, many licentia, and a few prae as well. We all however do have one thing in common, we are afraid of what our city has become. Many of the prae, no offense to those here, have taken over our city,and changed it for the worse. That might not be so scary, but what they are doing to all of us is. Anyone who disagrees with them 'mysteriously' disappears, and are often labeled as possessed. My uncle has disappeared, only a note left. Who here has had someone they care about mysteriously vanish!?"

The crowd erupted into a roar of approval causing Charles to flinch. It took a great amount of willpower not to instinctively jerk his head about and look obviously alarmed. In the background, the crowd finally settled down and resumed listening. This was enough to cause Charles to ease his rattled nerves down. It seemed the speaker was struggling to retain control due to the number of attendees, understandable since there was many, causing Charles to focus on his task. Again, he moved slowly through individuals.

"Now, To the licentia here, yes, we know you are predators. Hell, I'm a little intimidated by a few of you, but there's hardly been an incident in this city worth kicking the whole lot of you out. You are all valued members of society, and your magic has helped our fair city.

To the prae, few as you are, hasn't your kind discriminated against you for the smallest disobedience? Can they not let you have the smallest amount of freedom in this world you now call your home?

And to the rest of us, isn't it time we took our city back? This is Medius dammit.”

Charles was silent, through his thoughts were screaming in his head. This was how wars were started, bloodshed, and finally lives were lost. If it wasn’t for the fact he had purged that memory so long ago, he could almost swore the Civil Revolution was sparking again. This time instead of the British, it would be the Prae. A far more dangerous foe. Would they really be ready for it or would the Prae finally make up their minds about humans and deem them too dangerous to live?

He shuddered at the terrible thought. The man’s last statement drew a soft, indignified scoff under Charles’ breath. Each word echoed in his head while he tried to ignore the threat it posed for the future.

"Now, we can't just start rioting in the streets, remember how that turned out last time. I have a...confidant who has helped me devise a plan of what we can do. There are several things we can do. For fear of espionage, we'd like to keep details to a minimum, but I can say this. There have been hundreds, maybe thousands wrongfully imprisoned. Many of our friends. We can't let anymore go to that prison. Who knows what the prae in power have done to it?

"Now. we need leaders, people we can trust. Will all those who consider themselves capable join me?"

Charles nearly rolled his eyes at the last bit, still keeping an eye out for his quarry.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@May Happy Birthday May.
@Lucius Cypher We enjoy it but sometimes it gets a bit out of hand.
@Luna Yo

@Demonic Angel

^ This. When you start trying to submit Players into subjects... the fun tends to become lost in the concern.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Alright, the final War-Pulse post for S1 is done, now to focus on Cowl posts until S2!

@NeutralNexus

YAY!!!!!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Darked13@alexfangtalon: Don't mind Lucius. He gets over excited far too easily. Currently if you two are interested, I suggest looking at the other CSes then create one of your own. Also... carry these. *passes over Anti-harm Runes* They help a lot.

@Lucius Cypher: BACK, I mean it. BACK!

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Fallenreaper I could collab with you, sure. Most of my post is solo regarding Hazan looking for a replacement shotgun cause I wrote his Scimitar breaking after the Twin Stars mission.

@DJAtomika

That would help a lot. Vellios' been a bit restless and combine that with edgy, not ideal situation. Want to start it and I'll get to it tomorrow, so you get your bit out of the way? And which pad?

Mass Effect: Borealis

Posted Vellios who seems a little off, but still managed it. Solo posts are usually hard for me with him unless there's a lot of chatter and ability for him to have a conversation. As a side note, if anyone wants to check on Vellios at the Clinic end let me know and we'll do a quick collab. If not, I'll just wait until Dervish moves us along.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Vellios, Elysium Shipyard

Captain Chad Donnelly, a man in his late 50s with short slicked back grey hair, a full but trimmed beard, and piercing blue eyes and a pale complexion that made the man look like a ghost. Wearing a full set of private security contractor fatigues with a circular badge on his arm with a mailed fist with an eye superimposed on it with the initials EIST across the bottom, the man certainly had the bearing of an experienced veteran. Greeting each of the Riggers in turn with a firm handshake, he lead them to a spacious ground transport with surprisingly luxurious interiors. Donnelly explained that the vehicles typically were used to carry around VIPs and dignitaries, so the usual spartan military accommodations simply did not suffice.

When Donnelly extended his hand, Vellios let a light smile cross his mandible then shook it. His eyes met the veteran’s eyes without wavering and briefly wondered, for a second, if this man had served in the Relay 314 Incident. It was possible. The turian didn’t dwell on it for very long and brushed it away, retracting his hand back to his side before finally following the man’s lead. Naturally he sat between Dex and Serena, settling into the cushioned transport.

His blue eyes darted around the spacious interior with interest. Vellios’ head perked up at Donnelly’s mention of it being used for VIPs and dignitaries making his eyes scrunch in question, unsure why they would’ve wasted the time and effort on a bunch of mercs. There wasn’t any gain, save cooperation, for such an effort. In most of Vellios’ experience, instances like this never ended well and part of him was expecting there to be strings attached to this little display.

Secretly, he hoped he was wrong.

When noting the touch screen, he immediately started to absorb the information. He wouldn’t likely retain it all but likely Serena would help in that situation and was likely jotting down her own notes. When they arrived, Vellios followed the group into the para-military compound. There they were checked thoroughly and what felt like every few feet by some check point the deeper they went, arriving at what seemed to be a prison yard from some old human movies. The only difference was it was filled with various equipment rather than bulky, over ripened thugs in orange jumpsuits.

“Welcome to Hacate Base, ladies and gentlemen. As you’ve noticed, this yard is filled with just about any hardware short of starships, terrestrial naval vessels, heavy armour and NCB weaponry you could possibly hope to get your hands on, it’s basically a raider’s toolbox for how to be the pain the ass. Your operation is small, so I can’t imagine you’ll have much use for a full-sized gunship, but there’s some small drop ships and shuttles of mainly turian and batarian make, we have crates of munitions and weapons stored in that warehouse off to the Southwest, a few armoured personnel carriers, a few utility vehicles, some logistics transports, entrenchment and field gear, a few towed cannons, some anti-air missile batteries, and so on so forth. I’ll be able to authorize the release of enough gear to outfit a platoon, and even that was pulling legs considering a lot of my superiors consider people in your profession to be pretty much the same as the bastards who attacked Elysium. Obviously I don’t share the sentiment or we wouldn’t be here having this conversation.” Donnelly stated, explaining the whole earlier display. His foot turned and lead him down rows of various vehicles, from a few Tomkah, krogan made infantry fighting vehicles, to the more common turian and batarian makes.

They all were violent appealing through Vellios wasn’t a vehicle type of alien. He merely continued to quietly listen to the man, biting back his tongue itching to reply.

“Other than the few recon images we’ve managed to obtain, I’m afraid I don’t have much intel to offer you guys. One thing I’m going to request from you is some of you go undercover into the encampment to act like smugglers and arms dealers. We have crates of inexpensive Elkoss Combine and Haliat Armoury weaponry and armour that have been embedded with tracking technology that updates locations over the extranet whenever they pass into a wireless hotspot. We want to know where these weapons are heading, who’s buying them, and then plot the best course to taking the bastards down with teams like your own when the time comes.” Donnelly seemed smug when he shared this fact and grinned, his thumb gesturing immediately West. “There’s a canteen over immediately that way past the gate you came in, just make sure you enter and leave as a group and don’t wander the base. I received word that some of your outfit are injured and could use some medical attention, just let us know and we’ll have the staff at base look you over if you require. If it’s something more serious than a quick fix or a temporary one, you’re better off going to a better equipped hospital.”

Vellios wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he had Serena’s, Dex’s and possibly Kasyra’s eyes all fixed on him as the primarily reason. The turian tried to ignore it for the moment while he picked a tank side to lean again, still in his quieter than normal mode and thinking how to get out of being examined by some human doctor on this military base.

“If you have any questions or concerns, you can find me in munitions warehouse, I need to attend to last minute preparation for those weapon crates.” The man finally left them to their own devices and tasks to get ready for the mission to come. Naturally it was Dex’s words that brought that whole idea crashing down almost instantly.

“Vellios you need to see a proper doctor. Get your injuries sorted and same with you Drono, go get fixed up for the time being. Tape and splints aren’t good enough. If anyone needs me I’ll be bouncing around the vehicles.”

Part of him wanted to protest, even a bit, just to get a rile out of her. It was mostly habit rather than by design but her tone was just like Armis' had once been and he found him not willing to go there. The wounds of his family might’ve been healed, but the scars still were there and getting depressed over the matter wasn’t something that would do anyone any good. Especially his team. Sighing in a mix of defeat and longing tone, he then walked toward the medical area indicated earlier. It was unlikely any of the others would follow since no one but Drono and him were hurt, his eyes already spotting Dex accompanying the Drell.

“Well, best to get this over.”

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

@Sage Hello and nice to see another newbie!!! Welcome the rp. ^-^

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

இ ℭ h a r l e s Λ e o n இ

~"Most people believe Immortality is a dream come true…until they watch time pass them by."~

βio

_{ℭ harles Λeon}

_{^இ M a l e ^இ A s e x u a l ^இ O v e r ~ 1400 | 16 ^இ U l n a ^இ}

ＴＨＥ ＩＭ ＭＯＲＴＡＬ

^இ...Ａ ｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ...^இ

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Charles is much older than he appears. The reason for this is pretty simple: his body is stuck in the age of sixteen for as long as he can recall thanks to a curse. Looking at about 5’6” in height and weighing about 187 lbs, he’s a sturdy looking boy who seems able to take a punch then keep on rolling. His hair is raven black, reaching at about ear length. His curls are wild and thick, seemingly refusing to be tamed by any form of method aside from magic. His chin is left without the signs of manhood adding to his youthful appearance much to his dislike. His face has a slight sharp appeal to it making seem untrustworthy on first glance, increasing when he frowns in irritation, alongside his cream colored skin, dark blue eyes that hide under angular eyebrows.

When he casts magic, his eyes glow purple and the deeper the color than the stronger magic. Some might even say it can illuminate the darkest light though it doesn’t affect his ability to see in the dark. When teaching, he aims to give off a professional and mature look by wearing ironed slacks, button up dress shirt, a tie and dress shoes to make a good impression. Sadly, most the college kids seem to fail to realize he’s much older than they will ever be.

^இ...Ｐ ｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ...^இ

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Key aspects of his personality.

☽ Mannerisms ☾

Charles has had manners ingrained into him since birth. It was part of being expected to take a throne, both by his Aunt and mother, and failure to remember it was met with harsh repercussions from either. Unfortunately it’s now a habit. No longer associated with Morgan Le Fay, his mother Morgause dead, he has more freedom to chose which mannerisms he follows. In this case he became rather fond of the 1800s era since it was a time of respect, appearance, and reputation for young men and women alike. It’s also something he’s tried to pass onto his children and grandchildren, though the latter seemed to have difficulty in retaining them sometimes. In all his interactions he has never failed to retained them but the type of hospitality varies with the company he’s in, going from the pure forced basics to a mature eagerness of wanting to nice.

☽ Strangers ☾

With unknown individuals, he seems aloof, observant and unemotional when dealing with them. This is mostly because he’s not drawn a friendship or have reason to care for them. In his mind, they are merely a sentence in the book of his life and like many others will move on, not likely paying attention to his little scribbles in their lives. Due to his lifespan, he’s had a few friends that are still alive through he's had more associates and fleeting contacts. For the most part, he acts based on his impressions of their company which means their own actions determine the quality of his politeness.

☽ Friends ☾

When in the company of friends, his humanitarian tends to come out and his mind tends to focus on their well-being at the time. Due to his observant nature, he will take the time out of his schedule to ensure all things are in order with his small group of friends based on their life span. Licentia (which there is one) he often gets in contact once every century, Prae (which he hasn’t known any still alive) are every fifty years, and finally humans due to their short lives is every ten years. His own family, and other Ulna, are usually on a wanted basis since he tries not to create strings to attach them, but he doesn't isolate himself from them. In addition his more positive qualities come out like his patience, value of actions, and creativity on problems that might otherwise prove difficult.

☽ Conflict ☾

When he is met with a conflict, or nearly impossible to solve issue, Charles’ attitude sours. He becomes sarcastic and bitter in his tone, often subconsciously showing his irritation without realizing it. When he is approached with the fact of it, he often stubbornly dismisses it. In his experience, there's no problem that doesn't have a solution. Ever.

Extremely independent, he has trouble trying to follow plans he doesn’t believe will work or believes to have a better way. This makes working under someone difficult for him since it usually feels like his independence and freedom is being taken away, a fact that makes him rather grouchy. This often results in him going his own way to solve a problem rather than stick around to help and it would take some serious measures to alter his mind on the matter, usually a friend.

^இ...Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ...^இ

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Charles has lived a long time. So to list every single event in his life would be tedious and more akin to listing everything from the time he woke up to when he bed on a daily basis. Each section will summarize his experiences in that area, long or short depending on the influence, while the header will have the Location, Year, and Current Name he was going by at that point for reference.

☽ England|Somewhere around 5th century (400 AD-500 AD)|Mordred Le Fay ☾

Mordred was best known as Arthur’s murder, and greatest traitor. In many cases, they are right but as with many myths, these stories retold over and over have created twists and warps in the original truth which only one that had been present could shed some light upon. Charles, being Mordred, has that right and ability to do just that. In the story, or rather what it lacks to mention, was in reality Mordred was a tool to greater plot by his Aunt. What it was, he didn’t know for sure and to be honest, he doesn’t give a damn now. He doesn’t know exactly what lead to his family to hate his father but he knows how his role started. His mother Morgause, with help from her adopted sister Morgana, seduced her half brother into bed and while being possessed by a Licenti created him. Together with Morgana’s guidance, they raised them from his father’s influence. They whispered dark thoughts and seeped the need for revenge into his very core as the years went on.

It all came to a boil and climax when Arthur learned of the truth upon Mordred’s sixteenth birthday. It was also the day of the curse that Morgana placed upon him, giving him eternal life and bringing his Ulna out during the ritual. This alter his life for years to come, but played no role quite yet. In fact, he wasn’t aware of the ability until about he clashed with her for the final time.

Naturally his father, being the good man he was, tried to pry into his life and become the father he should’ve been. However, like many great figures, even Arthur was flawed. Instead of being truthful and accept the prejudice of his followers, revealing himself to be less than a Saint, the man hid the fact that Mordred was his biological son. He passed him off as his nephew much to Mordred’s mother’s grudging acceptance. Through many in the court suspected, none questioned the king’s words over the matter. This made shame and anger fester into dark thoughts, inflamed by Morgana herself, so then Mordred took the throne in Arthur’s absence, he truly believed what his Aunt has spoken. That Arthur would die on his quest for the holy grail and the only way to retain what his father had created was through fear, pain and misery.

Predictably, Mordred’s actions summoned Arthur from the failed quest and he tried to take the throne away. Believing the man to be an imposture, Mordred refused to give it up. This lead to a war which brought Camelot crumbling down around the two bull headed individuals. Their final clash was upon the snowy banks of the England country, resulting in Mordred’s ‘death’ in the history books. The curse, however, had other ideas. His eyes snapped open and looked down, seeing the sword (not Excalibur) had finally been removed. His sight spotted stunned boy and his friends about to move his corpse to somewhere safe, likely ex-followers who believed in him. Sadly their lives were short lived. All killed by Morgana who had been standing there patiently waiting for him. She took a piece of his Anima that day... and he's been weaken ever since.

When news of his father’s death greeted him, most would’ve assumed he would’ve felt relief or happiness. They would’ve been wrong. Instead there was a hollow void in the wake of the King’s death and it was in that moment, he finally realized what he had done and who to blame for it. Who was responsible for the death of his father.

It was then he removed himself from history, choosing to live his life in isolation from his mother and Morgana.

☽ Lost Colony, Roanoke Island within NC|16th century (1587-1590)|Henry Smith ☾

It was some point during the 15th century that Mordred, now renamed as Henry Smith, found himself colonizing the new world. This was only one among many changes in his life. The others were that he had gained an interest in magic and while in secret, he practiced to become better at the one spell he knew. During the 1587 year, he lived within the settlement on Roanoke Island within North Carolina. For the first in two years, things were mild and peaceful compared to the more rowdy settlements where witchcraft rumors seemed to spread and ruins lives. It was those individuals he often avoided until the incident occurred in his home town.

It seemed a small group of Licentia had declared this to be their feeding ground and within a span of a day, the entire colony up and vanished. Fortunately Henry was out secretly practicing his magic which was likely what saved his life. Upon approaching the town, he quickly noted the fires used to light the boundaries from wild animals had burned down or went out in some places. Naturally human fear would’ve kicked in but Henry no longer submitted to such emotion, mainly because he had little to lose anymore. His main concern was for his present family and pushed into the town. Nothing. Everyone had vanished, the hairs on Henry’s neck rose in alarm when he shortly discovered why: a Licentia in the form of several locust swarms.

Being a mage, but inexperienced, Henry tried to fight it. It was pointless since the Licentia had more talent with magic and a great hunger, it quickly set upon him in a heartbeat. Being devoured from the outside in was one of the several painful events he had ever experienced and so he was grateful when another Licenti arrived to stop the pain. This one was named Archene, a particularly friendly creature which Henry later learned, had little issue chasing off the locust and helping him to the next town. Along the way, he asked questions that the healing immortal grudgingly explained before they parted ways. Throughout the ages, they crossed off and on, gaining semblance of respect and alliance when it was required. However, he never told what happened within the Lost Colony or that he was the sole survivor.

☽ Pennsylvania area|American Revolutionary War (1760-1791)| James Whittaker, Jacob Barnes, Logan Creeds, etc ☾

The call for independence gave Charles, now known as James Whittaker, a taste of brutal war. It was during this time he fought like a common soldier among the settlers who felt the British were being dictators and had little right to rule over their lives from across the sea. He was in numerous battles, each time taking another alias after he died in the fight. By the end of the stretch for independence, he had a bitter taste of victory and defeat over the lives lost over a simple idea. He found himself questioning if it was all worth it and vowed to avoid war in the future.

☽ Nevada Territory| American Civil War (1861-65)| Angus Coldwell ☾

This war was the most pointless of all in, Charles, now Angus Coldwell, opinion. It was newly formed nation’s early years and similar to a child tossing a temper when things weren’t happening the way they should. Brother fought brother, and families were divided over political aspects hidden under the guise of all men were created equal. While the president during that time might’ve actually believed it, Angus knew others within the political ranks weren’t as dedicated and the prejudice that followed proved him right. During the latter half of the period, he was drafted unwillingly into the war in order to supply income to his ‘adopted’ family. His father, crippled by disease, was more proud by his little white lie to serve than the money he wished he could bring in by other means. Another bloody war, and another bitter taste in his mouth was left when it ended.

☽ New Orleans |Prohibition Within the USA (1920-33)| Nick Wild ☾

Out of all the Eras, this one was among the better ones. It was before the Great Depression when he was Nick Wild, a runner for a squeak easy (illegal place where alcohol was sold). He had been shot, burned, arrested and worse but those times he knew what true friends were about. Even when the Law was against them, allowing him to create several remembered colleagues and whose' memories he will always value. However, his immortality allowed him to live past their lives as he once more slipped into the cracks of history.

☽ Ominar| Present| Charles Aeon ☾

Currently, Charles is now a professor working at the magic college within Ominar. He had a few families along the way, spreading his seed and genetics throughout time when his primal urges were still meaningful to him and he often found someone who kept him interested. Thankfully no one inherited his curse but he can’t image having a permanently 16 year old father, grandfather or older was on anyone’s wish list. It clearly wasn’t on his. For about a hundred years now he’s lead a mild life where he's chosen to retreat and instead blend with society for the most part. Due to his long life, he's never really became connected to the opposite gender, or even the same, making him develop an asexual view on sex, relationships and related topics. He’s been fortune enough to watch his child grow then produce a grandchild, his pride swelling for the first time in eons over the fact of seeing something apart of him grow and thrive. It has made the years he’s lived much less lonely since his last wife passed over hundred years ago.

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• _{☽ Belongings ☾}
  
  
  • Small Savings: Living for as long as he has, Charles has money squirreled away within several bank accounts. Namely for times when he feels the need to simply vanish and escape time itself, all hidden in various methods. He has investments in bonds, stocks, out of country accounts, businesses, and more under his name.
  • Home: Charles home is a bit old fashion. Mainly as it would remind many of the early 1800s when technological advancements were rather limited or available only to the wealthiest, a period he was very relaxed with. It is located within Ominar, the currently occupied city, and within the more respectable estate areas. This doesn’t mean it’s among the easier to pilfer from homes as Charles has design specialized, magic based traps all around for unwelcomed intruders and have them replaced monthly.
• _{☽ Equipment ☾}
  
  
  • Cell Phone: The one piece of required modernize equipment on his person at all times. Few people, Licentia, or rarely Prae will ever have this number, but when they do than they can always contact him. It’s untraceable by magical or scientific means as it costed a pretty penny to ensure.
  • Bead Bracelet: There’s a small collection of memories, about 4 to be clear, bound on a string about his wrist. The bracelet itself is able to up to about 10 memories total, so when a new bead is formed then it can easily be deposited there for storage. Likewise, there are few already placed there for when needed in an emergency as listed below. As long as these spells are active in a slot, their effects remain but once they are stored the ability to use it is nulled temporarily.
    
    _{All new spells will be ran through the GMs before being added}
    
    
    _{ღ Spells: 3 ღ}

    
    
    Distort(Human)
    Casting Time: 1 action (5 seconds total, 8 seconds due to rustiness) per individual
    Range: Self or touch
    Duration: When used on a group of individuals or items, the spell will hold up to at least an hour. On himself alone, it raises the max time to 6 hours. It can be prematurely cancelled and does not require concentration to retain.
    
    This spell creates a mild obscuring effect upon the target by means of a thin layer of vis altering and effectively muddying the light rays that hit the target, scattering, blurring, and distorting them. It only affects small areas no larger than a foot in radius. The primary use of such a spell is to obscure one’s features from identification. It is not a combat spell or stealth granting spell.
    
    A layer of vis is placed over the specified surface of the target, which causes the scattering effect. A small glyph or sigil must be drawn upon the intended recipient, either person or object. It doesn’t affect anything but visible light, and would not stop a concentrated columnated ray of light that was coherent (laser, essentially). It offers no defensive or offensive effects, nor bonuses to stealth. A dispel magic or other type spell will immediately end the spell as well, scattering the Vis that makes up the distortion layer/field.
    
    Earthquake (human)- Able to vibrate the earth's surface itself and create mini quakes that can be directed or spread out to rattle ground based enemies. Charles, when this spell is released, can influence the range, strength and location merely by uttering the word: Terra. It has a set range of 25 foot radius of his figure and usually his target has to be within sight. The max magnitude is about between 5.5-6 on the scale.
    
    Lights Out (human)- Able to absorb every source of light within a set range, namely blocking out lights for about 6 meters, when activated. This includes all types of lights sources from lamps, candles, fires to magical such as fire flares and more. If it creates light at the time than it is snuffed out. The activated gesture is a finger snap and lasts for a quarter of an hour. Any light turned after the spell is activated isn't affected. Some light sources would have to be turned on, like candles, lamps, etc. while others flicker on themselves.
    
    Teleport (human)- Charles can use this ability to teleport long distance to any location he’s placed a marker, which he has to place a rune upon, visualize the location and utter Reditum to teleport. While he has this spell in a slot, he can activate up to 3 runes for which he can teleport to. When the spell is set in motion, anything touching Charles is immediately taken with him and it can’t be stopped. It is difficult to use this spell in combat due to the need for time to active it. If a Rune is damaged or he is hit, then the spell is concelled out leaving him standing there.
    
    

    _{ღ Traits: 1 ღ}

    
    
    Healing (Prae)- Charles collected this once when a Prae Paladin ended up healing him after a fight, his Impression spell still active and unused. It was a rare time he ever encounter the species and during an extremely difficult fight against a human possessed by a Licenti. He has some knowledge in how to use this spell but he isn’t the best healer or as good as the Prae he obtained it from. The more grave the wound is, the longer it takes to heal. When activated, a swirl and slightly floral design tattoos itself appear across his face and neck line.

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☽ Mental ☾

Long Lived: Due to Charles unnaturally extended life time, his intelligence comes from experience rather than the knowledge he’s obtained over the years. He’s not immune to humanity’s flaws like arrogance, ignorance, or worse because while Ulna are a subspecies of human, they are still just that. Instead he can see patterns in the delicate threads of life form and often come to his own, usually accurate, conclusions about the outcome. This can include things about people, events and more. However, he isn’t always right due to missing factors and so he never fully puts complete faith in his findings until evidence provides him with reason to do so.

Memory Beads: Due to Charles unique anatomy as a Ulna, he is able to push out memories or traits collected in his long life time. These memories form into marble sized, metallic hue beads that shift color like mother of pearl between silver, gold and bronze. They are then able to be attached to strings which are hung up and left somewhere safe until someone breaks them. These often contain DNA or Memories that would clutter his own and are currently are of no use to him presently. If it was left, this could create a unsavory reaction within the Ulna. When this race has too much DNA or memories collected, it clusters and tries to take over their original format, resulting in what Charles calls abominations. These abominations don’t resemble human, Licentia, or Prae in any sense of the word but rather someone had meshed, and mixed parts from each creature in a continually changing shape. The individual’s personality has vanished completely leaving a hollow shell which is acting according to the instinct of the most recent race collected.

If broken by someone else other than him, these memories transfer over to the individual allowing them to see the scene from Charles’ point of view and possible note details that were overlooked by themselves or complete unknown. These also include thoughts produced within the moment allowing the affected individual to see how he saw it all, inside and out. They can be transferred back- leaving an impression echo behind- through touch of several moments where he can reform the bead once again.

Strengths:

✔ Able to store numerous memories and sort them, allowing them not to take up precious space within Charles’ head or body. This means when Charles breaks one, he can easily and quickly recover the information within that select bead at any time.

✔ This gives Charles access to a vast well of knowledge from his past whenever he wants.

✔ Another special trait is that the bead can transfer the memory to another merely by allowing them to break it as mentioned before, this way they see the scene from his point of view and noting what he did without giving inaccurate information.

Limitations:

✘ When a bead is made from a memory, it’s completely voided from the mind and any information that is held can’t be accessed until the bead is broken by anyone.

✘ When broken, as when infused with Vis it becomes brittle, it transfers that memory to the individual who broke it. If it’s Charles, it adds to the stress of already existing traits or memories within Charles so he is limited to how many he can have at one time.

☽ Physical ☾

Impression: When activated, Charles creates a thin layer of Vis about his entire body which when it mingles with outside Vis from spells, traits or other factors results in an impression being made. After this occurs, the Vis is then absorbed back into the Anima and floods the body with knowledge of how to produce the same effects. However, Charles lacks the mental knowledge gained from learning the spell right from the start and requires practice for effectiveness. These impressions, usually about 2 spells or traits at max, are stored until they either are switched into becoming active spells or traits or placed into beads to be stored in the future.

Strengths:

✔ Due to this ability, Charles can learn a large amount of spells varying in power within a short period of time. For a human, this would take years to master and fully utilize while Charles merely needs practice, a bit of time and effort to learn.

✔ The cushion created by the Vis is able to lessen magical damage but not physical, mainly because not all physical attacks require Vis to be painful.

✔ Over time, especially with combative types, Charles has learned a wide range of spells to use thanks to his encounter with human mages, Licentia and a few Prae. From these individual memories, he is able to create magic spell/traits sets for whatever the current occasion might require.

Limitation:

✘ He has to prepare the Vis layer and get hit by the targeted spell, failing to do so will result in being unable to ‘collect’ the spell/trait desired.

✘ Any newly acquired spells are lacking in control so using it before Charles has examined and practiced with it will risk it backfiring on use.

✘ Since the Anima is so impressionable, he is limited to a set amount of spells/traits before things start to meddle with his DNA and hinder his individualism.

Cursed: Charles was cursed at a young age, on his sixteenth birthday. The terms of this curse has literally fixed his body in the permanent state of when it was casted upon him and granted him regeneration abilities. As far as he can tell, it’s impossible to kill him. Literally there’s nothing that he can’t heal from, examples being beheading to drowning and various other tried methods. However, it can be slowed or cease putting him into a sort of hibernation until it’s fixed, a fact he’s tried for a good portion of one era and wasn’t too thrilled about. The strange part is that his Anima seems impervious to damage, often when he's destroyed nearly his whole body there will always be a small, pingball sized object among the ashes. This is his Anima made into solid form, condensed and protected by his Vis.

Strengths:

✔ He is impossible to kill or keep permanently maimed, his body often reverting back to its original state through rapid healing. Charles has tried everything to commit suicide within a dark time in his life yet nothing has work, causing him to accept he will always live through everything done to him.

✔ Due to this ability, fear of death has long left Charles but his concern for others remains. Especially of those he loves.

Limitations:

✘ While there’s no true way to kill him, damage done still affects him normally. The greater the damage done over all, the longer it takes to heal and regrowth of anything takes a good day or so.

✘ In truth, Charles hates the pain and sensation that follows getting hit so he often avoids it when he can.

✘ He has learned there’s one way to delay his healing: damaging his Anima heavily or removing it completely. Once cut out and stored, Charles body becomes corpse like and sets him into a sense of hibernation (not killed) until it’s returned. He also suspects his Anima can easily be manipulated or altered within this state which honestly gives him the shivers since one piece is already missing...Unknown to Charles, if his Anima was significantly damaged or destroyed than he would die.

☽ Magical/Technological ☾

Vis Manipulation: Since Ulna have extreme control over their Vis, Charles has used that his advantage and focused on it as a specialty. Charles can manipulate his own Vis into creating anything from simple weapons to simple trinkets, even additional limbs like wings or arms. This spell’s possibility is limited only by his mind, meaning he requires deep knowledge, understanding and more when creating an object made from pure Vis. When he focuses on it, his mind manipulates and molds his own Vis into the needed design creating a see through metallic item made from complete energy. On touch it feels as it should, acts to laws of physics as it was designed to, and over all appears to be nearly identical to the real thing. There’s only two differences. When outside forces attempt to absorb it, the density of the Vis makes it rather difficult and often requires minutes to hours to break down depending on the object’s size and design. And Charles can control it within its logical limits of its design.

Strengths:

✔ Since they are primarily made of his Vis, they are more durable than natural things and require more effort from outside influences to absorb or change. When formed, they act according to design he has set before hand.

✔ This can range from things as simple as walls to block attacks to wings in order to fly namely if he understands the anatomy behind it.

✔ Since it is his own Vis, he has it anywhere so there’s little need for outside aids or devices, through he does keep them on hand time to time out of habit. The thought over the item/subject determines the time and Vis required to make it.

Limitations:

✘ Charles is unable to create true life, so anything with its own mind is out of the question and any attempt is usually more akin to a one command golem. (which is another sub spell)

✘ Complicated items such as guns, buildings, or similar items are beyond this magic's skills. Any attempts are brittle imitations and not very good ones which makes the attempts a pure waste of Vis.

✘ Charles can control the item but what he can do is limited by its design. If he creates a chest, he can slam shut the lid or slide it away but it can’t literally change shape into something else.

Vis Golems: Intimations of life, Vis Golems are Vis formed into various shapes depending on Charles’ mood. They have the same metallic, see through quality as his constructs, but these creatures aren’t living. Instead they are single minded and merely can only follow basic commands, much like a dog. This might explain Charles chose for their shape, but on special needs or requests, he can form other more unique shapes to the golems. However, their ‘minds’ are unaltered and follow the same command function. Charles can produce anywhere from 1-10 for each pack, through extreme use will slowly drain and weaken him over time during the fight.

Strength:

✔ These creatures act independently of Charles, enabling an ideal distraction or to supplement his own tactics. They are aware enough of his next movements that he’s never been hurt or injured by their attack, often their Vis disappearing on impact then being reabsorbed again.

✔ When fully formed, he merely has to give a single command much like the behavior of a loyal dog to send the beast into motion. Their dense Vis allows them to last for 12 hours max at default. Deterioration happens faster when that energy reserve is extended for other combative activities, their shape gradually faded away.

Limits:

✘ These creatures aren’t independent thinkers or alive so they won’t do anything else commanded. This command they will follow through until the very end unless Charles is around to change it.

✘ Being purely of Vis, they aren’t able to take a beating like a real dog and keep on going. When either an instant kill attack finds its mark and hits, the Golem immediately crumples back into its original state like a house of cards.

✘ When a creature is down, Charles has to reform a brand new one to replace it and over time it can exhaust him despite his Vis control.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Khan Courtyard

"That is a reasonable plan, I imagine. I have always noticed that the other races tended to give our lands a wider berth than was necessary to avoid being poisoned by our homeland's air. Sensible, but if you know of a place that is safe for them, then they may have some protection simply from the reputation of the land itself." Ssarak stated, seeming to be in agreement.

Khan nodded as his wings folded about his stock frame and curled against his back. “Naga are just as vulnerable to the radiation but Val knows a way to filter it using runes and near one of the Ravine locations. Hopefully it’s only for a few years at worst. Else we’ll have to replace the rune or relocate them. Originally Watertide would’ve been better but their homeland is being set upon by Djarkel and Eania as a battle ground.”

The headmaster looked saddened by the thought and his head turned to the Naga. The two that were greeted had already started to approach them, Amary and Lyam showing their usual caution and control. This caused Khan to step to the side and allow them pause within talking distance. Their conversation wasn’t ceased however while Ssarak continued, the topic lightened enough for the older Esyire to spy the grin on the student. It made the teachers’ heart grow and enjoy the pleasant company.

"I personally have been taking the time to relax whenever I can. Though, my studies are rather demanding. Today, we were fortunate enough that both of our schedules permitted us to have some time together. Satori had another obligation which forced her to reschedule our private lessons. It is rare for her not to keep an appointment, at least in my experience, but I suppose she had her reasons. I certainly shall not complain about an...albeit short reprieve. Now, you have inspired some curiosity within me, Khan. When was the last time a certain Headmaster had any significant time to himself." Ssarak asked.

Ssarak was correct in his assumption, the two Naga merely stood there until addressed again. Lyam was looking more confused by the casual exchange between Khan and the other students while Amary stood upright, her hands folded on her pelvis in patient wait. She didn’t say a word but she seemed familiar with the exchange despite her isolation from humans. Khan continued, absorbing Ssarak’s words a moment. His hand came to his scalp then scratched his head in thought. “Not a luxury I can afford right now, I’m afraid. I’ve got Tyrael’s classes, paperwork and much more to attend to than before. I’m not even sure I remembered if I took my serum this morning, not that I’m concern about it. Nasty tasting stuff.”

"I had a little bit of training this morning with Annabeth. She wanted to try a new sword technique and I wanted to practice fighting with armor. Afterwards I met with Ssarak and... Came here." Mei popped in, becoming involved in the conversation.

Khan recalled the last time he had walked in the two sparring, it was him and Ssarak were observing and the headmaster had actually felt like a teacher again. It was nice to not be alone on the sidelines and while he might’ve been the college’s head, he was trying to connect with each student the best he could. Not all would allow it or remember, but with any luck his influence might actually follow them into the future and help their choices. He was happy that Meirin had found something productive with her time unlike himself, thankful she no longer visited at night. Else she might’ve grown concern recently. Namely walking on conversations that already had Lucillia and Uicle eyeing him with worry and unsettled suspicions. No student needed to walk on those scene as he actively avoided places leading to the catacombs where he felt an unnatural draw to them, a fact that frightened him. It had occurred after the catacomb incident through no one had an explanation.

When completely alone, Khan swore he could hear Kudd’s soft, polite whispers wash over his mind causing him to shiver. Unknown to Khan, his figure stiffened in reaction to memories causing his attention to become distracted. His knuckles white upon his cane and his figure leaned heavily upon it, the thing groaning from the unexpected weight.

"All work and no play will make you into a dull boy, Khan. It may do you some good to take time off."

It was Meirin’s voice that ripped from him his unsavory reaction causing the headmaster to jerk subtly back into the present. His head snapped up and quickly hid the dumbfounded look. He then reply to avoid the two students focusing on his health. “At least work keeps me busy and someone has to do it. Lucillia’s probation period will end toward summer of next year, but until then she’s still limited to being around Lyn without supervision. Tyrael’s actions has also delivered his workload toward me which I’m the only possible choice for demonomacy until we can get another teacher to cover the gap. Whether it’s temporary or permanent depends on his behavior from here on out.”

Lyn Orchards

Lyn giggled, her hair playfully ruffled by the vampire’s hand. She immediately ducked down and moved out from Keri’s playful jester, turning to face her. Her hands immediately tried to brush her hair back into place, her attention to her looks starting to budding but not to obsession. It didn’t take long but for a moment she considered about trimming it down into a more manageable style. That was a fleeting thought since she liked to have her mother braid and toy with it, the sensation almost soothing even her depression. Lyn easily returned her attention to Keri, her tongue stuck out in response. “Not my fault it’s truth.”

"Of course I can. And I can help you pick berries too! But um... How embarrassing... But I don't know what a mulberry tree looks like." Annabeth stated, getting Lyn’s attention, then added. "You must know a lot about trees thanks to your magic."

Lyn nodded. “Yep, Lucillia’s gotten me a pretty good teacher though I do miss her classes. I tried to tell my parents it was my fault and see if the sentence could be lowered but it wasn’t. Uicle pretty much explained it to me but I still think she’s sorry and won’t do it again.”

She didn’t notice the way Keri was staring at Annabeth or the way the woman said, lost in her own thoughts for a moment about how to hint to Annabeth about the tree she was in earlier being the one she sought. Lyn was spared it when Keri spoke up. The vampire seemed beside herself over the fact Annabeth didn’t know one tree from another, especially when one was staring her in the fact and been much dangling juicy berries within eyesight.

Keri shook her head, releasing a sigh. ” Annabeth I hate to be the one that points out the obvious but there's one right in front of you. Hold on.” Her figure backed up to climb the tree, her feet leading upward as she seemed to search for something. Lyn blinked in confusion and tilted her head, following the vampire upward into the branches. She then stepped back when Keri jumped from the branches causing the bear to growl a warning as it snuggled upon Lyn’s shoulder. Lyn’s hands had pressed into her mouth, quieting a shocked yelp and concerned look at her friend’s dangerous jump down.

” Well I guess Lucilia’s training did pay off. Oh. Sorry about the scare Helena. As you can see I'm not human though I can't really truly say that I'm alive either. Guess thats what I get for becoming a vampire.” Keri said then shrugged off her deadly plunge down, passing Annabeth the berry laced branch.

”Ah...hello.” Tyrael’s voice caused Lyn to jerk from Keri to the fallen demonomancer, her face pretty much beaming as she walked toward him. "... What are you all doing?”

[color=sliver]”Sir, Annabeth and I were just wondering on how to help Mar feel better. While discussing this we had ran into Rabbit… I mean Lyn. Since it was your day off Sir I didn't want to bother you until I had made up my mind on what to do so I apologize for everything in advance.” [/color]Her foot shifted her basket to the side, namely to hide it, while Keri covered for her. This prevented the girl from having to lie about her surprise and risk him seeing through the act easier than her own father. One thing Lyn was bad at and it was lying to her loved ones. Namely because it always felt wrong and dirty, both sensations she didn’t like in the least.

Then Keri seemed to become distracted by Colette. ” Hello Colette. You look very beautiful today.”

Hiding her basket well, Lyn then slide in beside Keri to follow her lead. She attempted to change the subject rather quickly. “Hello uncle Tyrael. It’s nice to see you out of the forge. Colette you have to teach me how to get him out more often, he needs the fresh air afterall.”