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Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Yrhen Oharra

Rail Station

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The train station was mostly deserted save for a few railway personel and one unimpressive individual wearing what might roughly be considered a generic military uniform. The small figure had their arms crossed and tapped one foot impatiently, glaring at a much taller man operating a nearby telephone. This man seemed to be having an uncomfortable conversation with the person on the other end, and the mounting irritation of the one waiting on him only made things more unpleasant. With a 'yes sir' and an apology for the trouble the man on the phone finally hung up and turned to the person that had been waiting on that particular call. He opened his mouth and began to relay what he had been told, trying to work in an apology while he spoke.

"You're cleared to keep the rifle on your person as long as it remains unloaded at all times. I'm sorry for the delay, miss-"

"Finally!"

The waiting Yrhen Oharra, a young woman who was not at all a soldier despite her choice of dress, interrupted the man before he could even finish speaking. She stepped forward and snatched up her prized 13mm anti armor rifle as the older man recoiled from her abrupt and aggressive approach. She slung the oversized gun over her shoulder and picked up her duffel bag with her free hand. With one last scathing look at the man she abruptly turned and set off at a very brisk walk. He watched her go and shook his head.

"When did kids get so scary? I hope my daughter doesn't turn out like that."

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Courtyard

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Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit- ow! DAMMIT!! I cannot be late for my first day, I just can't. First impressions! What kind of a mage shows up late to where they need to be? Yrhen thought of numerous curses as she ran down the path towards Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages, most of them directed at the man that had held her up so long at the rails. She had already been dead last off the train in the first place; by the time approval to carry her rifle came, every other passenger was long gone to attend the opening ceremony. Besides not wanting to be late because it was a standard she held herself to, the ceremony itself was important. At least it was to her. Just as she intended to make a good impression on her soon to be mentors, she hoped the Institute would leave a good first impression on her, too.

Up ahead, at last, she could make out the intricate front gates and an open space just beyond. That's it! I made it! With a burst of adrenaline fueled speed she quickly covered the remaining distance and ran past the open gates into the courtyard beyond. The empty courtyard.

Too late.

She slowed to a stop, the only sound apart from the rain her own boots hitting the stonework. She stood there, alone, crestfallen. Looking around it was plain to see there was not so much as one person here, not even a staff member to wait for potential late arrivals. She was just that far behind. She had missed her chance. The best she could hope for was that missing the opening ceremony did not count as a negative mark on one's record. Yeah right. If I could be so lucky I would have made it here on time.

She sighed and felt the full effect of the chilly weather as the adrenaline seeped out of her. It was very uncomfortable actually. She guessed it was just above freezing out here and the rain made it feel even colder. Some of the raindrops were still frozen when they reached the ground, ticking against the stone and her hat. Even her heavy coat did little to protect her from the icy chill in the air. The fact that it was so cold in turn brought her attention to the flowers planted around the courtyard.

"In this? How?"

She walked towards the beautiful blossoms, setting her duffel bag down gently as she neared. There was an impressive array of flora present, most of it unfamiliar to her. Some were wildflowers she did recognize, however, and she knew most of those only bloomed this well in warmer months. She knew it had been closer to summer weather just a few days ago but even just one day of this temperature should see some of them wilting. That these were so vibrant and healthy could only mean magic was at work here. But how? Is the the air near them kept warmer? Or are they enhanced to handle the cold better? She held a gloved hand just over the flowers, trying to feel any difference in temperature through the leather.

It wasn't the air at all but it did feel slightly warmer closer to the flowers. Resisting the urge to remove her glove altogether she touched a bright pink petal. Her eyes widened slightly when she did so. The flower itself was warm, notably so compared to the air. And yet the courtyard was not blanketed in a thick fog, either. The gardeners here are amazing. Such skill and attention to detail... The slightest smile came to her face as she gently caressed the beautiful plants, and took in their sweet mixed scents. Oh well. I may have missed the ceremony, but as much as that sucks... I still have this moment all to myself. All in all? Good first impression, Mordhaben.

Groundskeeper Billy

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The old, red-haired gardener stepped outside into the rain. A new student had entered the school grounds and after the staff were given an alert by the railroad platform, he was found to be the closest person. Some sort of mixup regarding weaponry had happened - most likely a new employee at the railroad station who wasn't yet informed that Institute applicants and students were permitted to carry weapons on the train. With a wave of his hand, the rain stopped - or rather, it started striking an invisible dome over the courtyard again.

The new student was fairly small and gave off an odd scent that nobody but a trained outdoorsman like himself would have caught. She was admiring his handiwork, sending a surge of personal pride through him. Not many people noticed the different breeds of flower and tree he had planted about the campus, and the tropical plants surviving in the courtyard were one of his greatest works.

"I see you like my work," he said to the new girl as he walked over, his back creaking with strain with each step. Despite the arthritis, he was lithe and fit and forced his way through the pain. "Arthesian Corpseflowers. Morbid name for a beautiful plant - you wouldn't believe the lengths I went to to get them to stop eating every squirrel that hops the fence. The skeletons were getting hard to clean up. 'Course, I still let them eat the moles and rats, heh!"

Yrhen noticed a distinct lack of icy rain hitting her head and back as it was quite sudden and not gradual. Curious, she looked up, only to see the rivulets starting to form thin waterfalls in midair. What is that? A solid magical dome or water flow control magic? She neither saw nor heard the groundskeeper approach, such was her fascination and certainty that she was alone.

Hearing the voice Yrhen let out a short gasp and shot to her feet. She turned to the speaker and delivered a sharp salute, just as her grandparents, retired military themselves, had taught her. Her reflexive reaction did not seem misplaced when she saw the man that had addressed her. Older, but still with brightly colored red hair. Hunched and using a cane, but towering and fit and undoubtedly an experienced mage. A mage with a sharp eye, assessing her as she assessed him. He seemed to be the groundskeeper from what he said, but from what she saw such a title seemed too simplistic, she would have guessed him to be one of the professors.

Billy gave the girl a careful lookover. Her scent suggested she wasn't quite what she seemed and his sharp eyes caught glimpses of tiny details that others would never notice. But he opted to say nothing.

"I was trying to analyze the magic behind the flora's preservation, sir. I mean, I think they are very aesthetically pleasing, and I think student's morale will be higher overall for the work you've done here. Yuck. I sound like one of those snotty elitists. Is it ok to say what I really think? If I don't behave or give the answers expected of me... But this is one of the staff here. He may already know about me. And besides, what artist doesn't want to know their work is appreciated? If we're alone it should be OK, just this once.

She looked all around, making sure no one else was in earshot or even within sight, then made her decision. She moved closer to the man so he could better hear her as she whispered.

"They're... abolutely gorgeous. Sir."

"Hah, thanks. Not every day a student pays attention to my handiwork. If you're that interested, I'll give you a hint - I use a magical construct to remotely feed a constant stream of heat into the plants here. Oh! You're new here, right?"

He checked his watch. The watch was frozen.

"Bah, forgot to wind it again... Here, take these."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of small bars of fruity gelatin with a thick, chewy texture. The wrappers read, 'Quickmag, the breakfast for mages on the go!', and were packed with protein, vitamins, and carbs. Nothing about the wrappers suggested they tasted good in any way whatsoever.

"I think there's supposed to be a tour today. How about we try to find where they are?"

Assuming the tour of the school would be starting soon she gratefully accepted the offered nutrition bars, and reverted back to her usual serious demeanor.

"Yes sir!" She snapped another salute at the groundskeeper before picking up her bag and following his lead. She was glad he had been here, she had no idea where she was supposed to be.

A real breakfast would have been nice. Oh well, I should be grateful I got anything at all with how things turned out. I wonder what kinds of things they serve at a prestigious school like this? Must be nutritious at least, military soldiers and magic users alike use a lot of energy, right? I just hope it's nothing too bland or artificial tasting. I wonder if they'll have-

Her train of thought was completely derailed as she unwrapped and bit into the allegedly fruit flavored bar. Her stern expression soured notably as the flavor assaulted her unprepared taste buds. In the end, she was happy to not immediately choke or spit it out. A look of grim determination settled on her face as she chewed, forced herself to swallow, and took another bite.

I swear to all that is worth a damn in this world, I will never let myself be late for a meal again.

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Cafeteria

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As the groundskeeper guided her through the main building Yrhen was awestruck by the architecture, both inside and out. As a country girl moving from one frontier town to the next she had never seen anything like this, certainly not in person anyway. For a moment, when she entered the grand circular room, she was stunned and her eyes widened in wonder at the sheer beauty of the room. She stopped where she was and slowly turned in place, taking in every detail she could see, right down to the subtle yet intricate carvings on the staircase railings.

Noticing her guide was patiently waiting for her she hurried over to where he was, ducking her head to hide her face. She followed him through the next set of doors outside to a street and a brick building which looked almost out of place considering the craftsmanship behind her. Immediately she noticed many different smells faintly drifting on the light breeze, all of them delicious. It seemed she might not have missed breakfast at all and she felt something akin to deep regret having suffered through that wretched QuikMag bar a moment ago.

"Huh. Cafeteria smells pretty good - guess breakfast is later than usual today... And to think you just ate one of those foul things. Heh."

No kidding. I almost feel like throwing up, but that would still be a waste of what I assume are still good nutrients. Maybe there will be something good enough inside to help wipe away the memory.

Wishing her guide a good day Yrhen braced herself and pushed open the doors to the cafeteria. Once inside Yrhen had to take some time to collect herself, even though she had mentally prepared herself. There were more people than she had expected and the inside was terribly claustrophobic. It was like the train itself only she doubted she would be able to find a comfortable spot to sit by herself. Then there was the smell and sight of all that food, laid out like a festival by her standards and of such variety she had never known. She couldn't help but salivate upon setting foot inside, especially when a rare and very welcome scent caught her attention among the menagerie of other smells.

Is that...?

She found herself moving towards the section of the cafeteria that had all of the Airelosian cuisine, following her nose. Once there she easily picked out what she was looking for among the various seafoods and noodle dishes of the neighboring nation. She quickly grabbed a tray and jabbed a finger at what she wanted, glad that most of the people here had already come through and gotten their food.

"The Coraque blue cheese, as much as I'm allowed to have."

As soon as the pungent cheese was piled on her tray Yrhen set off towards another section of the cafeteria, intending to see just how many rare samples from around the world were actually being served. The fact that Coraque, a rare cheese from an entirely different nation, was here had her excited about what else she could possibly find. Unfortunately that excitement died quite quickly as she overheard someone nearby.

”Never in a thousand years, you worthless half breed.”

Yrhen stopped in midstride, her already unfriendly expression hardening into something closer to intense hatred. It wasn't unusual for her to overhear such things, nor was it unusual that it pissed her off every time. She looked over to get a look at the speaker, expecting to see the all too familiar scene of a human harassing a chimera. She was instead shocked to see a third or fourth generation chimera was the one calling another chimera half-breed.

What the hell?! Is that piece of shit putting down his own kind?! Where the fuck does he get off? She shook her head and turned away from the scene as the horned boy went to go sit at a table with people that looked completely human. Disgusting. Fucking disgusting. It's not like things aren't bad enough between humans, monsters, and chimeras. Now it's even so bad that chimera hate each other? Half the people in here are one generation or another. Fuck it, whatever! Not any of my business.

She took a few steps toward the next line before stopping again. I've lost my appetite... Slamming her tray down on the nearest table Yrhen whipped around and stalked toward the horned boy who turned out to be shorter than she was. Grabbing him by the collar she hauled him to his feet and turned him to face her. Still holding him in place with one arm Yrhen drew back her other hand and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Have you even looked in a mirror lately?! You're just as much a 'half-breed' as he is! But as far as I'm concerned you're the only worthless one I see here."

@ghastlyInc

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

I wish you well in your endeavors, thanks for letting us know.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

A question for everyone: How would y'all feel about a kinda spooky side adventure first night at the school? You can let me know on discord I'm just posing the question here so everyone can see

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

The Professors Vance

@HokumPocus

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Of the four professors waiting in the courtyard, the two with their faces covered barely afforded the young chimera a glance before going back to their quiet conversation. In fact the one in the burnt orange hood and his face wrapped in bandages seemed to be chuckling to himself after seeing Mark. Fortunately for the student currently locked in salute, Professor Hans Vance was not so cold. The enormous older man turned a warm smile on Mark and returned his salute.

"At ease, recruit."

Next to him the girl that looked barely over ten raised an eyebrow and craned her neck to look up at the big man. Hastily she had to snatch at her oversized hat lest it drop to the ground. She sighed and shook her head before addressing Mark herself.

"Welcome to Mordhaben's Institute young man, no need to be so formal just yet. The Administrator is running behind schedule somewhat due to... unforseen complications. I am Professor Emilya Vance and this is my younger brother, Hans. I hope your time here will be productive and rewarding mister...?"

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Added professor Blair Stein to staff and the school's rich mean girls to students.

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Sounds good, though I will miss Alex....

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

Professors Vance and Denzel added to the staff in characters

The other nineteen are still WIP

Edit: Properly added Leonora to staff

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Gaslamp Fantasy] [Completely Dead]

STUDENTS

Yrhen

Name: Yrhen (ee-rehn) Oharra

Appearance:
At 5'5" and 95 lbs. Yrhen has a very slight build to say the least, but despite her low weight she does not seem unhealthy. As she is always wearing loose fitting clothes her physique is not as apparent as her height. She has long, light brown hair, medium brown eyes, and tan skin. Her hair is long and only slightly wavy, almost always tied in a low ponytail with a red elastic band. She is reasonably attractive but generally more plain in appearance than most. She can be mistaken for a young or effeminate boy by the less observant.

Yrhen is seen wearing the same outfit almost 100% or the time. She favors a dull grey, baggy pair of pants and oversized jacket of an almost military uniform style. The jacket and pants have several large pockets, and are tucked into brown leather boots and gloves respectively. The jacket has a high collar and she wears a beret of the same grey color on her head. Her hair is usually tucked inside the jacket.

She insists on keeping her rifle with her at all times or at least as much as is permitted. The large, 13mm bolt action is mostly painted in white and mottled grey. Yrhen takes meticulous care of this weapon which she has named Blind Intervention.

A face to go with the name

Age: 18

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Occupation: Student

Personality:
Yrhen is one of the most unpleasant and antisocial individuals one could have the misfortune of meeting. She seems to foster at minimum a quiet, simmering hatred for the world and everything in it. Her face generally switches between only three expressions: disgust, a deep scowl, or blank and emotionless.

Yrhen comes across as irritable and disagreeable when interacting with others, but a very 'by the book' kind of person as well. She is meticulous and focused on her work and surprisingly well behaved as a student, at least where the teachers are concerned. However, this behavior is simply a strong value for professionalism and less a positive note of her personality.

Maintaining a standoffish attitude or being outright mean she keeps her peers at a distance. While actually quite bitter from life experience this behavior is a defensive front; at her core Yrhen is simply afraid. She is afraid of getting close to others and of certain things about her coming to light. Most of all she is afraid of getting close to someone, enough to trust them, only to have history repeat itself. At her core Yrhen is an insecure, anxious, emotional mess; albeit with more empathy and concern for others than she lets on or even realizes.

• Openness: 50
• Neuroticism: 30
• Agreeableness: 15
• Extroversion: 10
• Conscientiousness: 80

Biography:
Yrhen was born in an isolated town and grew up without a father and not much of a mother. Yrhen's mother even abandoned her for several years when she was very young. Even when she returned the woman was more interested in drinking herself into a stupor than raising a daughter. Her only positive relationships were with her grandparents, who also taught her valuable practcal skills. Pe'pe and Me'me, as Yrhen called them, raised the girl as best they could, but there were some things they could not protect her from.

Yrhen has spent most of her life mostly isolated and moving from town to town. Being into a very poor family Yrhen often tried to make up for what her family lacked by helping out where she could. Yrhen insisted on learning how to hunt, hoping to help provide food and a little extra money. Her grandparents taught her how to use their old weapons and the basic principles of magic to make sure she made it back home. Having given up on making friends and disgusted with her mother Yrhen spent most of her time in the wilderness despite how dangerous it was.

Yrhen's life has not been a pleasant or easy one. Several harsh experiences, mostly involving interpersonal relationships, have left her cold and bitter towards others. Following the death of her mother about a year ago she has decided to take the few skills life has given her and put them to use as a military mage.

Attributes: (40 pts.)

• Stamina: 6
• Strength: 3
• Constitution: 2
• Agility (gross motor skills): 8
• Dexterity (fine motor skills): 9
• Intelligence: 4
• Wisdom: 5
• Charisma: 1

• Aesthetics/Appearance: 6

Magic Type Preference: Air flow manipulation

Innate Magic Talent: Concussive Explosion (May be applied to a weapon or object, preferably a bullet. Likely to destroy said object and user if within range.)

Interests: Art, Hunting, Reading, Swimming, Slaying monsters, Amatuer invention

Skills:
Art
Marksmanship
Traditional hunting
General stealth
Perception
Precision
Acrobatics
Mechanical reasoning

Vision: 6
Compromise: 4
Foundation: 4

Armaments:

• "Blind Intervention" Bolt action sniper rifle (1x13mm)
• Sharpened steel boomerang
• 7 in. Combat knife
• Double barrel holdout pistol (2x.45)
• 4 in. Boot knife

Q

Q

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NAME: Kyu, Q, Kyoo, Que, Qyu, Qyoo, Kue or QQ (Kyoo-Kyoo)

AGE: Unknown (She can't remember)

SPECIES: Generation 1 Chimera, medium-large Feathered Flora Serpent

GENDER: Female

OCCUPATION: Student

MAGIC TYPE PREFERENCE: Damage Correction (healing and repair)

INNATE MAGIC TALENT: Temporal Reset

INTERESTS: Helping, Fixing, Animals, People, Pretty Things, Tasty Things, Soft Things

APPEARANCE

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Length: 30 ft
Weight: 357 lbs.
Whether they find her attractive or terrifying most beings with eyes agree that Q is an exceptionally beautiful... whatever she is. That is to say she is distractingly, inconceivably, pretty. Her human features could be described as 'smoking hot' even with four eyes. But her monsterous parts make her look more like some kind of alien artistic masterpiece than a functional living being.

The monster genes come from a creature thought to be extinct, the Koatyl. One of the earliest monsters they were very beautiful but also very dangerous predators, with powerful magic abilities. Fortunately for the human race they also had low intelligence and a weakness to poison that was easily exploited.

Much of Q's upper body looks human with smooth, soft skin, long hair, and what you would expect of a beautiful human face. Her arms are mostly wings covered in feathers. The smaller feathers near the upper edge are actually leaves, and like all the leaves on her body they allow for limited photosynthesis. She lacks properly formed hands and has only a thumb at the joint of each wing. Because of this using things designed for humans is very difficult for her.

A crest of long feathers starting near her forehead traces down the middle of her skull. A tuft of feather like leaves protrude from just behind her long, pointed ears. She has the four eyes natural to monster races though her side eyes are somewhat small by monster standards. Also from behind her ears grow thin vine like tendrils tipped with a small leaf. These tendrils have a range of motion similar to tentacles but are weak and have very limited use.

At about where the hips would be Q's body widens into a serpentine form about twenty six feet long covered in snake-like scales. At the end of this tail is a fan of massive feathers kept folded close to her body most of the time. From the end of her tail grows a tentacle like vine also with poor grip strength. Growing from this vine are leaves along the sides and several soft, beautiful flowers that emit a very sweet smell much like honey. From these flowers come puffs of spores when Q wills it, and these spores have a mild sedating and anesthesic effect on most things that breath them. At the upper section where the serpentine body begins are two much larger wings with no digits whatsoever unlike her smaller arm-like wings. Despite the wings flight is just barely beyond Q's ability, though she can glide and boost her jumps or speed.

The majority of Q's scales, feathers, and floral parts are irredescent and all colors of the rainbow. The color pattern usually starts with a black base and goes to purples, blues, greens, yellow, orange, and reds. Greens are, unsurprisingly, much more common on her plant based parts and red is more prominent in her scales. The whites of her eyes are black while her irises are mostly silver-white and have striations in every color of the rainbow. Her hair is black but also shines several different colors when the light hits it a certain way, mostly red and purple. Her soft upper body skin is a golden tan with some black markings here and there, most notably around her eyes.

It should go without saying that Q cannot wear much in the way of human clothing, and apart from very large shirts she needs everything custom tailored.

BIOLOGY

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Q's anatomy as a first generation chimera is unique and she requires special medical attention sometimes. Also human facilities and equipment are very challenging for her to use. She tries to be very careful but she is prone to dropping things or knocking stuff over.

Her tongue is long, prehensile, and many times more complex and sensitive than a humans. Most of her senses are sharper than that of a human. Notably her nose, tongue, and floral parts can detect pheromones from any species that produces them. Q's own pheromones are quite potent but can vary in their effect from one species to another or even between individual creatures.

The upper wings have the same skeletal structure and proportions as human arms until they reach the hands. A clawed, humanlike thumb allows for some gripping ability against a vaguely hand-like wing joint. However, what would be the finger bones on a human are long multi-jointed wing bones. The smaller upper wings provide much less lift than the primary lower wings but still aide in enhancing movement speed and direction.

Q's upper torso is very similar to that of a human except for the size and placement of organs. Her heart is much larger than that of a human and forces the left lung to be smaller. Her right lung is very large and so long it extends past her abdomen. As she needs to eat quite a lot to support her body Q's stomach is large, and her digestive system is both simple and efficient. When well fed her body is far richer in nutrients than a human, but with an extremely fast rate of natural healing she can burn through this extra energy when hurt. Unfamiliar with the use of condensers Q will also use up this extra energy when casting.

The lower wings being much larger provide a significant boost to jumping or land speed and can even allow her to glide. However, they are not quite enough to allow flight as Q lacks the fully hollow bones and lightening gas bladders of the Koatyl. The wings are in the position of becoming humanlike legs in future generations and even for Q the skeletal strucure is already similar. She also sometimes uses them to move around on land better.

Several parts of Q's body are plant based such as certain sections of her wings and the small vines behind her ears. Any of her plant body parts can photosynthesize but this is not enough to keep her more than minimally energized. The most obvious flora based body part is the long vine at the end of her tail. This is covered in both leaves and flowers that have elasticity similar to skin. The flowers produce a fine powder which has both mild sedating and anasthetic properties. Her plantlike nature gives her a faint, sweet smell much like honey.

Q's lower body is like that of a snake though the scales are softer and provide less protection than one might expect. Q has several notable weaknesses like this. For instance her liver is undersized and makes her vulnerable to poisons, especially synthetic toxins. She is also more susceptible to extreme temperatures than a human. Thanks to her lack of hands she can use almost no weapons or tools any human would find easy to weild. Q may also be unable to fit her whole body into small spaces.

BIOGRAPHY

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Q's mother was fully human, and not biologically capable of properly giving birth to such a large infant. Born prematurely in the wilderness she only survived thanks to her monster parent and his magic. Not known as a species that cared very long for its young, her father nevertheless raised her to the point where she could survive without much aide. He then left her with a community of chimera and has not been seen since. Q cannot remember that she even had parents though logically she knows she must have been born of a father and mother. To her the people of that village are all family in some way.

Raised as a child of the village she didn't receive a good education and, not very bright to begin with, she never managed to learn to read or write. In short Q is uneducated and simply very very dumb, though learning is not completely beyond her. Fortunately for her even though she was a largely unwanted child she was raised in an environment that accepted her for what she was. This encouraged her carefree and optimistic nature and her life in the village came with few negative experiences. Most humans she met were visitors to the village and generally were more tolerant as people, sparing her the common racism most chimera were familiar with.

In an amusing twist of fate the chimera of the village learned that Q had a strong and intuitive talent for magic. She had been discovering and developing her magical abilities completely on her own until they became apparent in her everyday life. With a love of fixing broken things, in particular damaged living tissue, Q suddenly became a valuable asset for a village that had mostly considered her a burden.

It seemed like a happily ever after situation but as chance would have it a misunderstood conversation led her to leave without warning. Unfamiliar with... everything of the wider world, Q quickly became lost. She stayed lost until a chance encounter led her to the doorstep of Mordhaben's institute. When she found out the institute could make her smart and feed her for free while she continued to help people, she quickly put aside trying to find her way home. As the institute adopted her as a student Q in turn adopted the institute as extended family, if only in her own mind.

PERSONALITY

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Q, similar to her father, is an extreme exception to her race, but even more so being half human. She very rarely behaves violently or aggressively unless she has no other choice, and even then she still may try to avoid violence, instead letting herself get hurt. She is essentially as soft-hearted as she is stupid and has even been known to try to heal people that attempted to kill her.

Q is very friendly and loves people and animals, even if they don't love her back. She does not grasp personal boundaries very well if at all. Her lack of any single strong parental presence in her life coupled with a poor memory has caused her to invade random rooms quite often. Having lived with multiple families at different times in the past she often stays in whatever room she wanders into, even if she realizes it's not hers. More than that Q will even go so far as to cuddle up to whoever happens to be sleeping there at the time. This has been met with very mixed results but she still has trouble understanding the concept of private space.

Though omnivorous Q is primarily a predator and familiar with the fact that she sometimes has to eat other creatures to survive. She hates this aspect of her life and avoids it as much as she can, trying to scavenge off things that have died naturally. When she must hunt and kill she must take time to steel herself and tends to be very sad when she succeeds. Q may sometimes ask to drink some of a persons blood to satisfy her carnivorous needs. For those that agree she makes the process almost entirely painless and has a very good sense for not taking too much. She is very happy with the kitchen as it is full of all kinds of meat that is already dead and there seems to be an endless supply, all for free.

Q is predictably scatterbrained and has difficulty following instructions, sticking to plans and schedules, and learning in general. She does not understand complex concepts and her memory is often selective as well as poor. She does not speak very well and her voice makes a subtle trilling sound which, while not entirely unpleasant, sometimes makes it hard for others to understand her. She also has a weak vocabulary and words thing poorly, or misinterprets what others say or mean.

In short Q comes across as a simple, empty-headed child with a ridiculous talent for magic. However, one should not forget the truth of her existence: she is a fully grown, mature individual that simply lacks enough experience to conquer her mental and physical limitations. That and she is genetically half monster... Respecting these facts one could draw a very different conclusion from her behavior. Or several depending on perspective.

• Openness: 50
• Neuroticism: 22
• Agreeableness: 100
• Extroversion: 78
• Conscientiousness: 6

ATTRIBUTES

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• Stamina: 10
• Strength: 7
• Constitution: 4
• Agility: 7
• Dexterity: 1
• Intelligence: 1
• Wisdom: 3
• Charisma: 7

• Aesthetics/Appearance: 18

SKILLS

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• (No Practical Skills)
• Rapid Self Healing
• Sedating Anasthetic Spores
• Sensitive Tongue
• Cross-species Pheromone Sense
• Potent Pheromones
• Sharp Standard Senses

• Vision: 4
• Compromise: 8
• Foundation: 2

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Weapons/Equipment

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(Blowgun and Sedating Darts)

STAFF

Professor Zayid Leere

Name: Professor Zayid Leere

Appearance: Unknown
5'7"
Little is known about Leere's actual appearance, down to gender, age, skin color, and even their voice which is androgenous. Leere wears a pale face shaped mask and is otherwise covered head to toe in clothing. Their hair is silver, thick, straight, and shoulder length hanging down either side of their face. Their eye color is impossible to tell for sure through a pair of shades and even seem to change color or have no color at all the closer someone looks.

Leere's professional wear looks like a blue military officer's uniform featuring a long coat and pants tucked into long brown boots. They also wear black gloves and a slick looking military officer's hat. Underneath their coat is a white dress shirt and underneath this is a black shirt with a very long neck. Despite the neat, official appearance of Leere's uniform there are absolutely no markings of rank anywhere on it.

Leere wears no obvious weapons whatsoever and rarely if ever display their magical talents.

Age: Unknown

Species: Unknown

Gender: Unknown

Occupation: Mordhaben's Professor, Substitute Teacher

Personality:
Professor Leere is a very difficult person to read. Not only does the mask conceal expressions and distort speech but much of their behavior and statements appear contradictory. Leere also will sometimes say and do things that are plain strange. Yet at the same time all of Leere's words and actions seem to have some underlying meaning or purpose. Leere is undoubtedly very smart, giving even the most senior mages across the empire a run for their money. Some suspect Leere is even more intelligent than they let on, though why they would hide the depth of their genius is as much a mystery as anything else about them.

Leere seems perpetually amused thanks to the slight smile on their mask and the tone and way in which they speak. This is supported by the fact that Leere seems relaxed and impossible to surprise or rattle. However, Leere's true thoughts and feelings are possibly, and even likely, hidden behind that mask and strange demeanor. Their words sometimes hint at emotions that are not openly observable.

• Openness: 60
• Neuroticism: 25
• Agreeableness: 25
• Extroversion: 55
• Conscientiousness: 70

Biography: Unknown

Attributes:

• Stamina: Unknown
• Strength: Unknown
• Constitution: Unknown
• Agility: 4
• Dexterity: 4
• Intelligence: 20
• Wisdom: 10
• Charisma: 10

• Aesthetics/Appearance: Unknown

Magic Type Preference: Unknown
Innate Magic Talent: Unknown
Interests: Unknown
Skills: Unknown

A 20th-ish Century Mage University.

Heheh, Leere....

So fun.