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Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Should have ghost boi up tonight.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Oh yey it's up

Edit:
Working on a Revenant-Ghost boy who can transverse dreams. I figured how I'm making him can get a little strong so I'm putting drawbacks on his magic and abilities to further emphasize he's a student who needs help with control.
:3

Haunted Sorority House

...Actually interested if nobody minds an eccentric, childish, gay character xD

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants Interest Thread

All I know is I'm gonna be best ghost boy

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants Interest Thread

Sorta interested o.o

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@Oddsbod

Ignorant isn't the best word considering it suggests the lack of knowledge while Christianity only claims to offer Wisdom in the text which is not in opposition to ignorance but to foolishness.

Common translation based fallacy :3

*ahem* I had a pastor who taught via theology

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

How are y'all doing?

@Eventua

Drowning my sorrow in booze because my League of Legends teams are ignorant children.

End + Sleep

Reverante, the last name was Reverante, the surname of reverence. You could not simply be a Reverante and not have reverence for the world around you. Even while suffocated by the Efertide the world was still rather deserving of the reverence of hedgewitches all around the country. Levranelle pondered these things as he fiddled with a daisy he had in his hand, sniffing at it and inspecting it for imperfections like the slight browning of one of the pretty yellow petals. Over his shoulder was a large sack that made the light tinking noise of glass. He was wondering into the town square as he needed to do a little bartering for some meat of some kind.

Not long before actually entering the square Snuffles began some rather loud mewling, with his fur standing on end. The magical connection between them facilitated by Agatha, Lev's grandmother, caused the hairs on his neck to do so as well, which of course caused his head to jerk up and look to see what Snuffles was going crazy about. "Gods have mercy on our poor souls Snuffles, at least stop meowing when I figure out what's going on, you're going to wake up the dead. The townspeople don't like me too much when I'm talking with their deceased grandparents." He lamented as Snuffles walked in and out between his feet as he walked, the two traveling in a rather unified fashion.

Lev finally found out what Snuffles was mewling about once they were actually in seeing distance of the cages hanging in the middle of town. Brutish Legionaries and their cruel, insufferable hangings. To kill was ignorance, there was so much to learn from the societal deviant, it'd just be better to lock them up and poke them with a large stick and make them tell you about their lives and thought processes. Suck the wisdom from the living before they become the dead and the living are a lot less ignorant for it. No, the Legion can't possibly be that intelligent, especially if they're going to imprison a ma...gic user.

Levranelle locked his eyes on the woman with two irises, almost seething in the cages. In the full day his own eyes were only different in color than others, not something people notice off their first or even second glance. However, if it became darker they'd become slits and be a lot harder to hide. Either way they were a blessing compared to this woman's curse of gemeneyes. Lev began laughing at the joke he thought of rather loudly as he walked to another corner of the town square, the one where he normally set up his little shop. All the while his laughter, knowable by most of the townfolk, would've been noticeable by the mayor and the legionnaire he just passed.

End + Sleep

It's gonna be interesting to see what ties us all together. A convenient trade caravan that doesn't mind mages? A run in with the legion gone bad?

@vietmyke

Look at the character list, read who's in cages

End + Sleep

Hedgewizard Lev

Levranelle Reverante

Portait

Artist:omupied.deviantart.com

"The dead bless us with their wisdom, the living curse us with their ignorance."

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23 | Human | Mage-Eyes

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Eccentric]
❖ [Headstrong]
❖ [Wise]
❖ [Empathetic]
❖ [Teasing]

Levranelle has always been one to boggle the mind. His constant blabbering of seeming jibberish is enough to unnerve most, if not that then the piercing gaze he has his will. He'll often go on and on about his pet cat Snuffles, and seems to obsess over his livelihood. He gets rather upset if you talk down to him or his cat, and will often retaliate with a sharp tongue and a swift kick to the groin. Almost seemingly to top it off, he insists he sees the souls of the dead, and can often times be found talking to the open air with vivid language explaining things to said souls. Many deem him to be insane, but others believe this probably isn't the case.

Three traits where instilled into his personality by his grandmother's teachings and the way she raised him. One, all living things deserve to be cared for, to live, to thrive. Lev hates death, destruction, and illness and will go out of his way to help out a living creature. Two, Lev will not bend his will for the desires of another. His Grandmother always said that if you live in someone else's shadow, you'll never be a light unto the world. Lev will not let his "light" be snuffed out, and will not take any flak from anyone. Levranelle Reverante was a name that would not be spit upon as long as he could help it. Three, he will be strong even in the face of the world's greatest despair. People look for hope, for love, for a future. Levranelle will not let darkness prevent him from smiling, it will not prevent him from saving a life, and it sure as hell wouldn't keep him from enjoying his life. If he is not the optimism in the room, he has stopped being Lev.

A P P E A R A N C E

Peel back the hood and find him when he's scantily clothed and most free, Levranelle is a rather androgynous character, his dark brown, silky, long hair making it easy to mistake him as a woman from behind, and the odd youthfulness of his face making the puzzle of his gender even harder, if not for his obvious lack of breasts and feminine curves. He has few to no lines on his brow depending on his expression, and no obvious blemishes on his face. Every feature of his is somewhat elegant, from his thin brows to a full, set of impossibly pink, lips. Most notably, his eyes are piercing and yellow, in the darkness they seem rather normal if not for the color, but in the light the pupils contract into a thin line much like a cat and give away his magical nature.

Lev is rather lithe, but does not immediately seem to have much muscle. It has lead to him seeming far younger than he actually is, travellers often mistaking him for someone's errand boy. He is not of a tall stature either, evening out at about 5'6". He often wears a loose fitting shirt with a rather low neckline, and pants that flow loosely over his legs. When out and about he covers himself with a long purple scarf, made of a thin material, that he can use as a hood.

H I S T O R Y

Levranelle entered the world in tragic circumstances. His father had died while "peace-keeping" with the Army of Heroes, leaving his mother to suffer the pregnancy herself. Lev was born breech, and the battle to get him out of the womb left his mother on her deathbed. Under the fool moon, his mother cradled him in her dying breaths, and whispered into the night that one day Lev would grow up to be a man with gentle hands and a heart so pure the Promised Words would one day speak of his own soul to conjure hope in the darkness. Inspired by her daughter's words, Lev's grandmother Agatha vowed to raise him according to her daughter's last reverie.

It was to be difficult, however, as Levranelle was a handful for his grandmother. He would constantly get lost in his own imagination and wander away from their cottage outside the village. She knew he would get himself lost one day, so she emplored the town for a pet for her grandson. Enter Snuffles, the long time best friend of Lev. Snuffles von Leoparte kept Lev's attention constantly, and kept Lev around the cottage long enough for him to pay attention to his grandmother's work.

Agatha was the town's healer, a hedgewitch whom healed with potions and words of power. She fancied herself like a grandmother to much of the town of Alonso, kind and gentle, and always there to offer a wise word and a kind touch. The villagers may not have seen her that way. As he grew older, Lev was fascinated by the respect she garnered, and when a day came and past where she healed Snuffles of an illness, Levranelle decided for himself that he would learn from her.

On her eventual deathbed, Agatha reminisced of her life alongside Lev and Snuffles and a few of the women from the village. She told Levranelle of his mother's wishes for him, and told him that no matter what he should always try and bring hope to their town. She implored him to take over in her stead. As her final act as his grandmother, Agatha cast a spell on Snuffles, binding his life to Lev so they would never part, and ensure her grandson was never alone.

Days after her funeral, the grief-stricken Lev began to see her ghost, unspeaking but always nearby, approving and disapproving, always just barely out of vision. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Or was that really her? Unwilling to find out he accepted these visions of her. Overtime it was not just her specter he'd see dancing right outside his vision, he'd see ghosts of his ancestors, of men and women in town he had witnessed die.

Years later, now firmly the new healer of the community, Lev claims he converses with the ghosts regularly, and that some of them guide him to new revelations of the world, and warn him of the dangers they once faced. If ever a newcomer comes to town and needs his services, he often lets them know that the dead see all, and that it's unwise to cause a disturbance in his town.

I N V E N T O R Y

❖ [A ceremonial blade of a dark colored steel]
❖ [A large over-the-shoulder bag used for carrying an assortment of potions and other things]
❖ [A smaller bag used for coin]
❖ [Dried meat-treats for Snuffles to keep him sated]
❖ [6-7 Potions used to treat flesh wounds, and a few others he claims help grow hair or make the skin look youthful]

O T H E R

Unlike the rest of our "heroes" Levranelle has spent his entire life up until now in Alonso. He lives in his grandmother's cottage a good walk just outside the village and has a store of supplies the party can pull from before they begin their journey.