Stepping into the casual bedlam of the cafeteria, the 'raven' launches itself from Eric's shoulder and into the vaulted ceiling of the cafeteria as the young summoner makes his way towards the breakfast line. Alert. New student sighted; military attire, house Dracona. Based on their mannerisms, quite possibly a noble. At the last piece of information, Eric almost stumbles mid-step, almost. This could be bad, if someone recognized him and it became public knowledge that heir of a disgraced noble family was attending L'Mordryn Academy, there would likely be problems. Show me. Comes his immediate reply.
The spectral 'raven' makes a low pass through the cafeteria, about ten feet off the ground and twenty feet from the young man in question; getting a good look at his face before spiraling back up into the rafters. Watching through his mind's eye, Eric suppresses a frown as he tries to ID his new peer. He looks vaguely familiar... Did you catch a name? No. Making his way through the breakfast line, Eric absentmindedly loads up his plate as he mulls over the new house Dracona student.
Lithe build and military style attire; which noble families are known for military service and have member in my age range? The Mulryans and Brays are present and accounted for, the youngest Blackwell is in attendance of another Academy last I'd heard, so that rules them out. Who else fits the requirements?... The Brighs. Taking another look at the mental image from the 'raven', Eric nods to himself. Yes, that was Lorcan Brigh alright. They'd only met in passing a couple of times and looking back on his memories Eric doubted that Lorcan had wanted to be in attendance of those events himself. With any luck, between the four plus years since they'd last encountered each other and a moderate change in appearance on Eric's part, Lorcan wouldn't recognize him. Hell, Eric thought, the only reason he had been able to ID Brigh is because he'd made an effort to stay abreast with the going-ons of the noble families.
Eric, still not quite awake, rolls over in bed with a slight moan; having stayed up a little too late the night before. "Awake." The young man says with a groan, one hand making a shooing motion to the incorporeal "raven" perched at the end of his bed. Get up. If you do not start your morning routine now, you will be late for class. "Verticality can wait five more minutes..." Eric says blearily, almost instantly regretting his decision as hard and painful memories are forced to the front of his mind.
Bolting upright with a short gasp, Eric takes a number of deep breaths before managing to smooth the wild look on his face back into it's usual impassive mask. With one last deep breath, the young man calms and focuses his mind. That wasn't necessary. It was. You now have too much adrenaline in your system to go back to sleep. No other method has proven to be as reliable. So I get to relive finding my mother's corpse every time I can't get up in time? Yes. The demon replies with infuriating simplicity.
"Fucker." Eric retorts under his breath. This wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation he mused and somehow, he doubted it would be the last. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes and heading for the bathroom, Eric notes that Ives and Max have already headed out. Of the two, Eric figured Max to be both the bigger asset and the bigger threat. While his combat aptitude was nothing to sneer at, Max's personality was enough to make anyone hesitant about trying to get close to him. A straight forward approach seemed like the best option, but that would leave himself open to betrayal. This was just a possibility Eric was going to have to deal with regardless of who he was recruiting, but a single misstep against Max would likely prove fatal.
Quickly freshening up Eric puts on his clean clothes, making sure to loosely tie his tie as to not look too formal. Upon returning to his room, Eric belts on his Estoc before throwing a black long coat over his shoulders. His ghostly raven perches on his left one, the edges of it's form blurring as Eric makes his way to the Cafeteria.
Name: Alias: Eric Williams Real name: Arden Whitfield
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Level/Tier: Adept, Tier 2 (A2)
House: Phantasma
Appearance/Attire: At 6' with an average but tightly well muscled build, black hair and green eyes, Eric is on the generic side of pretty. The young man wears simple dress clothes; a white button-up, black vest, tie, boots and pants. Eric also has a couple of overcoats for varying weather conditions. For more strenuous activities, Eric trades out his vest, tie & button-up for a black double breasted military jacket over a white tee shirt. Eric typically carries an Estoc at his hip. In addition, He also wears a plain silver locket inside his shirt that can only be unlocked from the inside, requiring a spectral summon to open it.
Personality/Habits: Eric is a torn individual, half of him yearns to be the boy that was; carefree, curious about magic and ignorant to the machinations of the high society he'd been born into. On the other hand he's an embittered and jaded young man; hellbent on avenging his family and restoring their name, or at the very least dragging those who destroyed it down to hell with him.
Outwardly this manifests as a polite, friendly, but coldly calculating persona. After all, Arden's going to need all the help he can get taking on one of the top "noble" families. Still, Eric will throw himself into social events, officially organized or not, to both find potential allies and distract himself from his grief.
Background: Eric Williams is an orphan boy who was raised on the homestead of Sir Wilhelm Branwan, an aging knight. The venerable warrior and his close friends have plenty of stories about a younger Eric to make the straight-laced young man thoroughly embarrassed. And real. Which is exactly what Arden Whitfield, to sole surviving member of the Whitfield family would like you to think.
A bit of a black sheep, Arden was the first spirit invoker in his family, with everyone else having been a member of House Dracona. Still, the Whitfield's weren't about an unexpected surprise ruffle their feathers. As soon as Arden demonstrated the gift, his parents hired a private tutor for him to begin cultivating his talent at once. The young man's childhood was an idyllic and isolated affair, spent communing etheric beings and learning for learnings sake, blissfully ignorant to the dark underbelly of the high society he'd been born into.
At the age of 13, Arden's parents introduced him to high society. While the formal events and all the new faces were certainly exciting, the boy still preferred a quiet life of study. Little more than a year later, everything went to hell. A rival family had his father and older sister, Randall and Vera Whitfield, framed for treason. They were tried, found guilty and executed. The family estate and much of it's holdings were seized, leaving Arden and his mother, Eleanor Whitfield, with next to nothing. The day after the eviction notice arrived, Sir Wilhelm Branwan, an old friend of the family quietly came by to check on Arden and his mom only to find the boy to staring at Eleanor's corpse, his mother having committed suicide the night before.
Quietly taking the poor boy in, Sir Branwan enabled Arden Whitfield to disappear, the boy only having made a handful of major public appearances. In the weeks that followed Arden was consumed by grief and rage. Until one night when his emotions hit a fever pitch and he accidentally summoned something, something he possibly shouldn't have. The next morning, Eric Williams was born for a single solitary purpose; to avenge the death of his parents. In the 4 years since then, Eric has trained and studied relentlessly, hellbent on turning himself into the tool to exact his goal. Eric has only recently moved to attend L'Mordryn Academy, aiming to find allies in his quest and to finalize his training.
Favorite Summons:
Simply referring to it as "the raven", this is what Arden accidentally summoned on that fateful night. The being in question is no less than a Greater Demon of Vengeance. Their relationship is a strenuous and somewhat odd one as the Demon is as much summoned by Eric as Eric is possessed by the Demon. While their bond is rock solid, the sheer intensity of it makes it difficult for Eric to maintain any other summons. Given the nature of what it is "the raven" is a powerful combatant, even more so when it's actively possessing Eric; squaring their combined combat potential. While the Demon could choose to take on any appearance, it chose a raven to serve as a constant and painful reminder to Eric of why he's fighting; Vera Whitfield's favorite animal was the raven.
7:30am - 8:30am | Breakfast
8:45am - 10:30am | 1st Session - Lady Lestrelle - M/P. Nothing like a little mental stimulation first thing in the morning. 10:45am - 12:30pm | 2nd Session - Sir Dra'den - P/B. From theory to practice.
12:45pm - 1:45pm | Lunch
2pm - 3:45pm | 3rd Session - Free - typically used for a mid-day nap followed by a warm up for whatever Lady Freyjah has planned. 4pm - 5:45pm | 4th Session - Lady Freyjah - P/D
6pm - 7pm | Dinner
7:15pm - 9pm | 5th Session - Sir Lestrelle - P/B 9:15pm - 11pm | 6th Session - Free - social or study, friends (& more importantly allies) need to be found.
11:30pm - 7am | Dorms Closed
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Saturday: Military - Early morning Realm Exploration - Late morning
Sunday: Skirmishers' - Early afternoon
Sir Wilhelm Branwan is supposed to be semi-famous. Born a commoner, a decorated veteran, retired as a high-ranking NCO, got knighted for bravery on the battlefield, whole 9 yards. Currently lives out in the boonies on a property received with his knighthood. Known as a bit of a curmudgeon and social recluse. shows up to high society events once in a blue moon.
Name: Alias: Eric Williams Real name: Arden Whitfield
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Level/Tier: Adept, Tier 2 (A2)
House: Phantasma
Appearance/Attire: At 6' with an average but tightly well muscled build, black hair and green eyes, Eric is on the generic side of pretty. The young man wears simple dress clothes; a white button-up, black vest, tie, boots and pants. Eric also has a couple of overcoats for varying weather conditions. For more strenuous activities, Eric trades out his vest tie & button-up for a black double breasted military jacket over a white tee shirt. Eric typically carries an Estoc at his hip. In addition, He also wears a plain silver locket inside his shirt that can only be unlocked from the inside, requiring a spectral summon to open it.
Personality/Habits: Eric is a torn individual, half of him yearns to be the boy that was; carefree, curious about magic and ignorant to the machinations of the high society he'd been born into. On the other hand he's an embittered and jaded young man; hellbent on avenging his family and restoring their name, or at the very least dragging those who destroyed it down to hell with him.
Outwardly this manifests as a polite, but coldly calculating persona. After all, Arden's going to need all the help he can get taking on one of the top "noble" families. Still, Eric will throw himself into social events, officially organized or not, to both find potential allies and distract himself from his grief.
Background: Eric Williams is an orphan boy who was raised on the homestead of Sir Wilhelm Branwan, an aging knight. The venerable warrior and his close friends have plenty of stories about a younger Eric to make the straight-laced young man thoroughly embarrassed. And real. Which is exactly what Arden Whitfield, to sole surviving member of the Whitfield family would like you to think.
A bit of a black sheep, Arden was the first spirit invoker in his family, with everyone else having been a member of House Dracona. Still, the Whitfield's weren't about an unexpected surprise ruffle their feathers. As soon as Sebastian demonstrated the gift, his parents hired a private tutor for him to begin cultivating his talent at once. The young man's childhood was an idyllic and isolated affair, spent communing etheric beings and learning for learnings sake, blissfully ignorant to the dark underbelly of the high society he'd been born into.
At the age of 13, Arden's parents introduced him to high society. While the formal events and all the new faces were certainly exciting, the boy still preferred a quiet life of study. Little more than a year later, everything went to hell. A rival family had his father and older sister, Randall and Vera Whitfield, framed for treason. They were tried, found guilty and executed. The family estate and much of it's holdings were seized, leaving Arden and his mother, Eleanor Whitfield, with next to nothing. The day after the eviction notice arrived, Sir Wilhelm Branwan, an old friend of the family quietly came by to check on Arden and his mom only to find the boy to staring at Eleanor's corpse, his mother having committed suicide the night before.
Quietly taking the poor boy in, Sir Branwan enabled Arden Whitfield to disappear, the boy only having made a handful of major public appearances. In the weeks that followed Arden was consumed by grief and rage. Until one night when his emotions hit a fever pitch and he accidentally summoned something, something he possibly shouldn't have. The next morning, Eric Williams was born for a single solitary purpose; to avenge the death of his parents. In the 4 years since then, Eric has trained and studied relentlessly, hellbent on turning himself into the tool to exact his goal. Eric has only recently moved to attend L'Mordryn Academy, aiming to find allies in his quest and to finalize his training.
Favorite Summons:
Simply referring to it as "the raven", this is what Arden accidentally summoned on that fateful night. The being in question is no less than a Greater Demon of Vengeance. Their relationship is a strenuous and somewhat odd one as the Demon is as much summoned by Eric as Eric is possessed by the Demon. While their bond is rock solid, the sheer intensity of it makes it difficult for Eric to maintain any other summons. Given the nature of what it is "the raven" is a powerful combatant, even more so when it's actively possessing Eric; squaring their combined combat potential. While the Demon could choose to take on any appearance, it chose a raven to serve as a constant and painful reminder to Eric of why he's fighting; Vera Whitfield's favorite animal was the raven.
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Their eyes & hair changed to a rather intense shade of teal for the purpose of the event, Dex' yawns and stretches, propping their feet up on a desk. "Having an outrider is always useful. Alex, how fast and mobile are you with your power? Depending on how things pan out, I can see relying on you to get captured flags back to base." While not familiar with the detailed ins and outs of Alex's power, Dex' liked to make a point of keeping abreast in what her peers and potential squad mates were capable of. "I'll probably be of the most use in my standard combat form, serving as the center point front-liner for the squad." Dex' says, one arm briefly morphing into their combat form, shirt sleeve an all, before morphing back to 'normal'. "So, what's everybody else bringing to the table?"
This is looking good. Vanguard squad, if a little weirdly named for a defensive unit, is looking solid for protecting the flag, so all we have to do is make sure to capture the red flag... Dex' thinks to themselves as they look over their assembled fellow students.
With her position concealed in the cloud of smoke, Tanya shifts around the log before popping out of the smoke cloud to flank the preoccupied Saurian. The overgrown chicken in question, still dazed from the grenadiers' earlier flashbang and distracted by the dud grenade from moments later failed to notice Tanya repositioning until too late. Taking a clear clear shot through the trees, the Ex-Sergeant lays the Saurian out with a hail of bullets.
Moving up, Tanya briefly confirms the corpse before fully returning her attention to the fight. {One over-grown chicken down. Let's mop up the rest and get what we came for before they can get any reinforcements out here.}
Watching over the wrecked convoy, Tanya tenses as she hears the quiet snap of a branch behind her. Who's watching our back?... shit. The Ex-Sergeant wonders for a moment before whipping around as all hell breaks loose. Morgan's shouted warning was heard, but not really processed as the heavy weapons specialist's attention is squarely focused on kicking back the Saurian currently trying to eat her for lunch. Kicking the overgrown chicken back, Tanya fires her LMG from the hip, as at this range accuracy wasn't exactly an issue.
Driving the Saurian back with a hail of bullets, Tanya throws herself over to the other side of the log she'd been using for cover. {Flashbang out and smoke on me to reposition.} She announces, one hand lobbing a flashbang towards the Saurian she'd just engaged, the other popping a smoke grenade at her feet.
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