Hero

The Shattering of Aegis

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Traveling certainly was for either the bold or the foolish, she supposed. Esvelee's words were a strange comfort, though Eila gave half of her attention as she let her mind wander. Part of her thought she should intervene with the other conversation happening, but the last thing she wanted was to be painted as a know-it-all. That said, she was already mentally plotting out an educational plan for the young three Aetherborn. Knowledge was half the fight and she felt it could help Kyreth overcome some of his own ignorance when it came to his own magic. Alright, maybe she kept quiet because she was too busy planning, but first thing in the morning, she would present her ideas.

The music was a strange comfort to Eila as she let herself close her eyes. The lack of sleep combined with her less-than-acceptable performance had left her tired, and she let the distant music lull her to sleep. And all was well...until that thud sounded closer than she would have wanted. She held back a groan--it was always something wasn't it?!--and raised her head, squinting through the darkness to try to see what was happening. She saw little, but she did hear someone speaking. A pair with a scheme, eh? They had encountered wolves, so of course they would come across some schemers. Unbelievable.

Eila put her head down again, dismissing them as a concern, though as she turned, she spotted Liliann getting up. No, no, no, where was she going? They were just passing by and were probably not even going to notice them! One had a stronger aetheric signature, but even he wasn't at any level that mattered! Eila lunged for Ceolfric's arm as he got up, but she missed, the elf frustrated at her lack of speed. Oh, great Goddess, why must she be tested so?!

With an audible huff of annoyance, Eila pushed herself off the ground, dusting herself free of any dirt that had clung to her skirt as she kept herself low. She stopped, motioning for Kyreth to remain with Esvelee with the best charade she could manage, though she didn't stick around long as she found Liliann. Not that that was hard, but she was more concerned that she didn't see Ceolfric anywhere. She did, however, hear his voice.

"Honestly, it's like he wants a fight!" Eila hissed quietly to herself, though she gave Liliann a look. "And you! Our priority is Esvelee!"

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Court of Nuhl

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'Even the playing field,' what a joke. When reinforcements showed up, Quinn would end up permanently in their hands and Astorio would justify him as a lost cause. But from where she was standing, there was no way to get him out safely. No one else was moving, Astorio had his deadline, and she could feel their stares at the back of her head waiting for her to act. If she didn't love being in the spotlight it could've been intimidating. For better or for worse, though, this wasn't her first time in a pickle and it wasn't going to be her last. Alright, she needed her brain to think of a proper solution to this.

Except her brain kept telling her to set the Inquisitor on fire. He was annoying, he was willing to murder people, and he was a coward in denial, so he was the perfect candidate for her next victim. The most pressing problem is that lighting was definitely faster than fire and she wasn't sure she could cross over fast enough to melt him before he would fry Quinn. The temptation to try was there, but was it really worth risking Quinn's life? Well, it was either do something risky in an effort to save him, or do nothing and watch Hassass electrocute him the same way he did to poor Marie.

Actually when she put it that way, there was only one choice.

Lyra decided on something entirely reckless. She was going to have to bribe everyone not to include it in any reports, because if her mother found out, she'd be back in Tal'Natrum first thing tomorrow. She was also definitely going to hear it from both Astorio and Eve, but she was counting on their speed if her stupid plan didn't work. Which it likely wouldn't, but she'd rather go down fighting than stand around doing nothing while Hassass kept being smug.

Letting out a tiny, exasperated sigh, she shook her head. Once she opened her eyes, however, she charged forward. Her hand was outstretched, magic flowing through her as she shouted out her spell with every intention of disrupting any lightning he would have sent to Quinn. "Dolor Geniato!" Her free hand made to shove Quinn aside and hopefully out of harm's way. The moment she made contact with Hassass's face, she put forth as much magic as she could with every intention of melting his face off.

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The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies

There were subterranean portions of the old city. That was the most important thing to come out of this stupid orientation and the best thing he had heard all day. There was no way an academy of magic didn't have its secrets, and he needed something to occupy his time when he had nothing better to do. Of course, his curiosity was met with disdain. Unsurprising, Phoebus was obviously already spelling out that he was likely to get himself into shit. He supposed he could pretend to be a goody-two-shoes, but Professor Asshat had already looked elsewhere, dismissing him. Douche.

Well, Phoebus knew what he was doing today. First day was always the best time to play it safe and explore everything he could see, he'd save the off-limits exploration once he got a handle of the place. He turned in place and noticed some prissy-looking chick looking at him. The hell was she looking at? What, was being among the plebeians offending her enriched senses? He ignored her and put his attention to the kid choking on his food. Plate full of food, already almost dying on the first day, and having been clearly surprised by the nerd with glasses sneaking up on him. Said nerd looked exceedingly uptight, but if he was willing to speak to Sir Chokes then he was probably looking for some sort of companionship. Both were likely waiting for the overseer to ask to get to their dormitories and likely had every intention of following whoever lead them. That made them the perfect accomplices.

Phoebus outright snatched something doughy from Choking Kid's plate, taking a bite out of it. Nice, the sugar bun was warm and soft. "Kinda rude to ask about someone's hair like that," Phoebus told him, outright ignoring the irony of his statement. "Planning on standing around, or want to look around the campus together?" He looked to Nerd Dude to make sure he knew that he was invited, too.

The Shattering of Aegis

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Esvelee's vocabulary certainly was as astute as her obvious bigotry. Why did Kyreth seem like a threat to people? Eila bit down on the inside of her lower lip; she had already failed in combat, she wasn't going to cause further trouble by arguing with the client. A stiff breeze could take the boy out, for crying out loud! What was curious, however, was Kyreth's complete lack of education. Ermes didn't seem like the educated type, either, but he had a grasp on his own magic. Liliann did as well, so why was Kyreth so ignorant to his own magic? That said, Eila was a little horrified at the idea of hunting people for sport. Such savagery! Who in the world would enjoy hunting people? Then again, seeing as how people saw Tainted as lesser, perhaps they didn't see the Tainted as such. What a depressing and morbid thought.

Eila focused instead on Esvelee's question directed at her. Alright, she wasn't exactly the adventuring type and this previous battle demonstrated such. But she would argue that was more arrogance and optimism on her part instead of being 'gentle-folk'. Was that how the world at large looked at nobility? It wasn't exactly offensive, but it did wonders to minimalize the impact of nobility. In a vibrant society, nobles' functioned as the middle-men between the peasantry and the royals, so she wouldn't necessarily call their life gentle. Maybe she was a little offended as those many grueling nights in the academy where she was often on the verge of tears, she wished her professors had been gentle--

Nope, no, okay, Eila was being ridiculous. It was unlikely that Esvelee meant it literally or as an insult, anyway, especially with her offering of her flask. Eila was gentle and she was likely just like the people Esvelee referred to. If she had any names, Eila would probably recognize them, too.

Her fingers tapped the flask as she frowned to herself. "Research requires funding, and aside from some visits to other capitals, I haven't truly experienced life outside of Buscon. I thought it would be more satisfying to kill two birds with one stone," She replied with a slight shrug. If Esvelee saw Eila's nobility shine through her mannerisms then it was likely obvious to everyone else. Cerric was already aware--and that was a thread she was determined to follow--but it wasn't like she was purposefully hiding it. She just...found no reason to bring it up.

"The trip so far has been...enlightening," She admitted that much.

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The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies

In Phoebus' new world order, speeches would be banned.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been taken in by the academy--it was everything he had heard of and exceeded his expectations. The people, on the other hand, weren't nearly as impressive. The condescension from the older students would've been cute if any of them actually mattered, but as they were nobody to him, he couldn't even pretend to care. He was much more interested in the architecture of the place and much more interested in watching the magic work around them. Nothing agricultural was likely to catch his eye, but the way everything worked so smoothly interested him. Faron was outright primitive in comparison, but he supposed that was why it was the country.

That said, he could do without the speeches. Despite his private education sparing him from any corny principal, they still reminded him too much of his grandfather's ramblings about unity and whatever other bullshit Phoebus couldn't bother remembering. He did, however, roll his eyes at the mention of 'putting aside their differences'. For one, he could pick out at least half a dozen in his immediate vicinity that needed to be knocked down a peg sooner than later. For another, if they really wanted those that sided with the necromancers to not dwell on the past, they shouldn't have lost. That shit was just loser talk. He put his attention to see how many staff he could recognize. Maybe a handful, though only the ones he would've met anytime he accompanied his father to the capital. He doubted they'd recognize him, which would make things much simpler. He did, however, wrinkle his nose a touch at the mention of dormitories. Private rooms, hopefully, otherwise he was pretty sure he'd get in a fistfight with the first asshole that would keep him up at night.

He held back a yawn as they finally finished talking, letting out an sigh. He was more interested in finding out how much of the place he could go see for himself, but a nap sounded just as tempting. Diana had kept him up all night with her myriad of complaining on how she wanted to attend this year instead of next, but Phoebus had to agree with their mother on that one. Besides, he was pretty sure she would drive him up the wall if she was here. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to escape her coming here next year, anyway, so he figured he may as well enjoy the peace however long he could.

So Phoebus trudged over to the overseer. There was some tiny satisfaction knowing that the guy looked as bored as he was for some reason. Probably drew the short straw to have to look after some brats. "...'allo," He raised his hand in a half-hearted greeting. "How much of the academy is off-limits for exploring?"

The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies

"Not interested."

_{My father's legacy is his--my accomplishments are my own.}

Name:

Phoebus Calderon Adeon

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Phoebus stands tall, having recently sprouted up a foot and typically towards over his peers. His farmer origins show with his built figure, albeit his fairer skin makes people think otherwise. His messy blond hair is constantly askew, clear, blue eyes sharp and alert. He looks much too serious for someone his age, often looking older as a result. That said, most who have met the man have said that he is the spitting image of his father, much to his irritation.

He often rocks his uniform with an open jacket as he hates how stuffy he feels with it on, though he lost the belt on the first day and didn't know who to ask to get another one.

Personality:

Phoebus's name is connotated with the sun, but Phoebus himself is anything but warm. His expressions are typically hard to read and he constantly judges people instantly, often keeping his thoughts of the first impression they give him. He's blunt and likes to be direct, disliking double-meaning and honeyed words. He dislikes talking about himself and will shut down a conversation if his family is brought up and outright refusing to speak of his father. That said, he is polite enough to carry a conversation with anyone and finds himself interested in the uniqueness of magic.

Background:

The region of Faron is known mostly for its farmlands. It is estimated that almost thirty five percent of Cresvald's food is grown there and has the most diverse supply. The former Prefect of Faron was a man named Hollis Simmons, a man who loved to flaunt his power. The confidence came from a lack of mages; the vast majority of Faran were farmers first and foremost, and most mages that were born in the territory typically ended up leaving. His treatment of the people seemingly went uninterrupted until one of his own battlemages challenged him to a duel. Said challenger was a young man named Calder, a brilliant elemental mage with humble origins who Hollis had taken under his wing. Hollis' overconfidence lead to his death, and Gathar Adeon, another noble, was elected to replace him.

Gathar adopted Calder into the Adeon family and eventually had his daughter marry him. Together, they had two children, Phoebus and Diana. Initially a bubbly child, Phoebus grew up surrounded by people who were in awe of his father. While initially finding himself humbled and overjoyed, as the years went by, it was clear that people saw him more as an extension of his family--and what was worse, they had expectations of him. It was gradual, but over time, his smiles became less genuine and more forced, and he had to stop himself from sighing after hearing the same story about how his dad saved some sheep for the twelfth time.

When the war came, Calder left his family behind and joined the battlefield. Most believed he would die a warrior's death, but instead he went from a local hero to one known throughout the country for his feats. For Phoebus, everything got worse then. It wasn't like he entirely blamed his dad--especially how he had spent years stressing over the next letter to arrive hoping it was good news--but resentment began to build. The lessons he used to enjoy became irritating to him and Phoebus started just walking away when people would talk to him about his father.

The last straw came when some old bat mistakenly called him Calder. At that point, Phoebus rejected his mother's tutor and asked to go to an academy he had heard about. Despite his family's hesitance, they ended up agreeing and gave him the letter of recommendation needed.

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Attunement:

Ouranian

Aura:

Phoebus' aura manifests as what he calls a 'delayed bloom': initially, it appears as if he is encased in an enormous flower whose petals have yet to fall. Once he casts his magic, the flower blossoms in its entirety, and the aura visually changes. Sunlight bounces off each petal, giving them a shimmery look. Lights twinkle in and out of sight and appear much like fireflies do. His aura has an energizing effect similar to a citrus scent, though is entirely silent. Said flower doesn't seem to be equivalent to any existing, though if you squint, it almost looks like the flower is on fire.

Magic:

Initially, Phoebus was on the path to making fire magic his expertise, especially as his eager father was all too happy to teach his son everything he knew. However, Phoebus has mostly abandoned his fire magic in favor of plant magic. Surrounded by agriculture for most of his life, Phoebus easily leaned into it, enjoying the process a little more than he thought he would. His favorite 'trick' is creating a plant-based creature and giving it 'life' by channeling his magic into it, happy to test the limits of a giant Venus flytrap or an octopus made of vines.

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Arcane Items:

He wears a small bracelet that lights up in different colors. He also has an old staff passed down from generation to generation from his mother's side of the family.

Other:

• Has a preference for bitter foods
• Isn't a big fan of absolute darkness
• Plays a mean tambora
• Is a talented painter
• Cooks well
• Always has sunflower seeds but not for any practical reason he just likes to eat them

Court of Nuhl

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Ah, fuck.

Her meema always told her that things could always get worse. Granted, she usually meant that in terms of weather, but whatever. Lyra didn't even get to enjoy the victory over the air mage getting fried--likely Quinn's work, judging by her confusion. A small thought in the back of her head popped up as Lyra hardly flinched at the display, but she pushed it away. No time for distracting thoughts, especially as the Inquisitor was the last thing left to take care of in the room. It was five to one with the odds in their favor, and like any other cornered animal, it meant he was likely to lash out at them.

Unfortunately, she didn't anticipate him snaking his way out past them all. She assumed that electrical current would be an attack, but instead, he zapped past them and reappeared outside. Lyra immediately stepped towards the pair, but stopped as she spotted the lightning forming in his free hand. Man, she wanted to avoid a hostage situation. 'Civil', that much made her outright scoff. Did he call electrocuting people to death civil?

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she was addressed. She supposed he wanted her to beg for Quinn's life. No chance to say anything, though as both the Astorio and Quinn spoke before she did. Her eyes widened considerably as the former outright stated he didn't care for Quinn's life, and the latter knew the vampire's threat was serious. Welp, now what? Everyone else was too far away, though she didn't doubt both vampires were eager to just run in. She wished she knew Roan's affinity, but even if she did, she needed time to dispel the restriction, so unfortunately, she couldn't count on him. The easiest thing would be to hand herself over, but that didn't guarantee Quinn's safety, either.

The only thing she was certain of was her own abilities and she wasn't willing to gamble anyone else's life. That left one thing to do: have Quinn pull her in and see if she was fast enough to fry Hasgad before he fried Quinn or her. A shield to his free hand would stop that, and she'd just have to melt whatever she touched first. She should've been nervous about the risk, but for some reason, the thought actually excited her.

She ran a hand over her hair, and once it was at the back of her head, she used her pointer finger and pointed elsewhere. It was a weak signal for Roan, but she wanted him to be as far away from the chaos as possible. Dropping her hands to her side, she took a cautious step forward.

"Look at that, you actually know my name," Lyra scoffed, slowly raising her hands in front of her to better ready herself. If only she was a mental mage, she could tell Quinn to pull her in as fast as he could. "If it's me you want so badly, I'm right here. Or what, you get the title of Inquisitor by lying and cheating your way to the top? Didn't think Alderman recruited cowards to the ranking."

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The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies

"Not interested."

_{My father's legacy is his--my accomplishments are my own.}

Name:

Phoebus Calderon Adeon

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Phoebus stands tall, having recently sprouted up a foot and typically towards over his peers. His farmer origins show with his built figure, albeit his fairer skin makes people think otherwise. His messy blond hair is constantly askew, clear, blue eyes sharp and alert. He looks much too serious for someone his age, often looking older as a result. That said, most who have met the man have said that he is the spitting image of his father, much to his irritation.

He often rocks his uniform with an open jacket as he hates how stuffy he feels with it on, though he lost the belt on the first day and didn't know who to ask to get another one.

Personality:

Phoebus's name is connotated with the sun, but Phoebus himself is anything but warm. His expressions are typically hard to read and he constantly judges people instantly, often keeping his thoughts of the first impression they give him. He's blunt and likes to be direct, disliking double-meaning and honeyed words. He dislikes talking about himself and will shut down a conversation if his family is brought up and outright refusing to speak of his father. That said, he is polite enough to carry a conversation with anyone and finds himself interested in the uniqueness of magic.

Background:

The region of Faron is known mostly for its farmlands. It is estimated that almost thirty five percent of Cresvald's food is grown there and has the most diverse supply. The former Prefect of Faron was a man named Hollis Simmons, a man who loved to flaunt his power. The confidence came from a lack of mages; the vast majority of Faran were farmers first and foremost, and most mages that were born in the territory typically ended up leaving. His treatment of the people seemingly went uninterrupted until one of his own battlemages challenged him to a duel. Said challenger was a young man named Calder, a brilliant elemental mage with humble origins who Hollis had taken under his wing. Hollis' overconfidence lead to his death, and Gathar Adeon, another noble, was elected to replace him.

Gathar adopted Calder into the Adeon family and eventually had his daughter marry him. Together, they had two children, Phoebus and Diana. Initially a bubbly child, Phoebus grew up surrounded by people who were in awe of his father. While initially finding himself humbled and overjoyed, as the years went by, it was clear that people saw him more as an extension of his family--and what was worse, they had expectations of him. It was gradual, but over time, his smiles became less genuine and more forced, and he had to stop himself from sighing after hearing the same story about how his dad saved some sheep for the twelfth time.

When the war came, Calder left his family behind and joined the battlefield. Most believed he would die a warrior's death, but instead he went from a local hero to one known throughout the country for his feats. For Phoebus, everything got worse then. It wasn't like he entirely blamed his dad--especially how he had spent years stressing over the next letter to arrive hoping it was good news--but resentment began to build. The lessons he used to enjoy became irritating to him and Phoebus started just walking away when people would talk to him about his father.

The last straw came when some old bat mistakenly called him Calder. At that point, Phoebus rejected his mother's tutor and asked to go to an academy he had heard about. Despite his family's hesitance, they ended up agreeing and gave him the letter of recommendation needed.

---

Attunement:

Ouranian

Aura:

Phoebus' aura manifests as what he calls a 'delayed bloom': initially, it appears as if he is encased in an enormous flower whose petals have yet to fall. Once he casts his magic, the flower blossoms in its entirety, and the aura visually changes. Sunlight bounces off each petal, giving them a shimmery look. Lights twinkle in and out of sight and appear much like fireflies do. His aura has an energizing effect similar to a citrus scent, though is entirely silent. Said flower doesn't seem to be equivalent to any existing, though if you squint, it almost looks like the flower is on fire.

Magic:

Initially, Phoebus was on the path to making fire magic his expertise, especially as his eager father was all too happy to teach his son everything he knew. However, Phoebus has mostly abandoned his fire magic in favor of plant magic. Surrounded by agriculture for most of his life, Phoebus easily leaned into it, enjoying the process a little more than he thought he would. His favorite 'trick' is creating a plant-based creature and giving it 'life' by channeling his magic into it, happy to test the limits of a giant Venus flytrap or an octopus made of vines.

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Arcane Items:

He wears a small bracelet that lights up in different colors. He also has an old staff passed down from generation to generation from his mother's side of the family.

Other:

• Has a preference for bitter foods
• Isn't a big fan of absolute darkness
• Plays a mean tambora
• Is a talented painter
• Cooks well
• Always has sunflower seeds but not for any practical reason he just likes to eat them

The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies - For all your anime magic academy RP needs

possible character ideas, not sure which ill go with atm

wip

"Anything less than perfection is unacceptable."

_I

Name:

Diana Latona Adeon

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Diana is of average height and build and is usually seen with a warm, cheerful smile. Her fair skin and long, blonde hair speak to her noble origin, her outfits and accessories typically lavish. Her clear, blue eyes are round and curious for the most part, though she holds herself to be as graceful as possible at all times, whether it be with her mannerisms or her casting.

Her uniform is to standard with the exception of a skirt and tights replacing the standard slacks.

Personality:

Diana is described as a charming social butterfly to most who know her. She can strike up a conversation with just about anyone and is exceedingly polite and well-mannered. She likes to observe people and chooses her words carefully before speaking, although that doesn't mean she won't be blunt when necessary. Those who abuse their power or deride the weak are often quick to anger her, and she refuses to do nothing when someone is in need.She carries herself well and studies often, though she never seems satisfied with her accomplishments. Most have confused it for humility, but it's clear that there is more to it.

Background:

The region of Faron is known mostly for its farmlands. It is estimated that almost thirty five percent of Cresvald's food is grown there and has the most diverse supply. The former Prefect of Faron was a man named Hollis Simmons, a man who loved to flaunt his power. The confidence came from a lack of mages; the vast majority of Faron were farmers first and foremost, and most mages that were born in the territory typically ended up leaving. His treatment of the people seemingly went uninterrupted until one of his own battlemages challenged him to a duel. Said challenger was a young man named Calder, a brilliant elemental mage with humble origins who Hollis had taken under his wing. Hollis' overconfidence lead to his death, and Gathar Adeon, another noble, was elected to replace him.

Gathar adopted Calder into the Adeon family and eventually had his daughter marry him. Together, they had two children, Phoebus and Diana. Initially a quiet child, Diana grew up surrounded by people who were in awe of her father. While initially finding herself humbled and overjoyed, as the years went by, it was clear that people saw her more as an extension of her family--and what was worse, they had expectations of her. The days where she feared not going through noesis were probably some of her worst, as she feared failing to live up to the image people had of her.

Fortunately, the day came, and she was overjoyed to follow in her father's footsteps as she learned from a tutor her mother appointed for her. Calder was a talented elemental mage and it seemed Diana had similar preferences. The more she learned and grew her magic, the more the comparisons came, and slowly, the pressure started to build. Diana felt that her talent didn't quite match her father's and worked excessively to achieve better results. If she couldn't reach his expectations, then she was a disappointment. If it wasn't perfect, it was a failure. The consistent comparisons and praise stuck to her, often driving her to push herself despite her young age.

When the war came, Calder left his family behind and joined the battlefield. Most believed he would die a warrior's death, but instead he went from a local hero to one known throughout the country for his feats. Diana was overjoyed to have her father back, but his return made things worse. She never blamed her father--she often cried every night hoping he would come back to them--but beneath the desire to please everyone came resentment. It wasn't just the praise from the town, Calder was now known throughout the country.

Instead of acknowledging the immense pressure she felt, Diana thought that instead, she needed better instruction and to go outside of her comfort zone. After all, the tutor only knew so much, so a proper education was needed to fully unlock her potential. Her brother had left the year before to The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies, and Diana hoped she could follow his lead. Her request for a letter of recommendation was met with a little hesitance, but ultimately, she got it. She swore to herself that when she graduated, she would make her father and everyone else proud.

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Attunement:

Ouranian

Aura:

Diana's Aura manifests as what she calls 'the blossom of nature': flowers constantly bloom before falling apart and flow around her, reforming into flowers before repeating the process. Said flowers vary, typically beginning with calla lilies and roses, and different varieties spring up as her magic grows. If one watches the flowers closely, they can see each flower is made up of a different elemental magic. Her aura has a calming effect similar to a lavender scent, though is entirely silent.

Magic:

Diana enjoys a variety of elemental magic, finding herself enjoying playing with the elements and conjuring them when needed. She often shapes them into different creatures and plants for different purposes: a bird made of wind to pick something up off the ground, a flaming butterfly to light up a lantern, water in the form of a giant lily-of-the-walley to gently drip down water around her, and a turtle made of earth for her to sit on are a few examples.

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Arcane Items:

She wears a small bracelet that lights up in different colors. She also has an old staff passed down from generation to generation from her mother's side of the family.

Other:

• Loves the outdoors
• Her favorite tea is white tea
• Has a bad habit of chewing her thumbnail when stressed
  ]*]There have been times where she thinks she would be better off as a housewife

"Not interested."

_{My father's legacy is his--my accomplishments are my own.}

Name:

Phoebus Calderon Adeon

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Phoebus stands tall, having recently sprouted up a foot and typically towards over his peers. His farmer origins show with his built figure, albeit his fairer skin makes people think otherwise. His messy blond hair is constantly askew, clear, blue eyes sharp and alert. He looks much too serious for someone his age, often looking older as a result. That said, most who have met the man have said that he is the spitting image of his father, much to his irritation.

He often rocks his uniform with an open jacket as he hates how stuffy he feels with it on, though he lost the belt on the first day and didn't know who to ask to get another one.

Personality:

Phoebus's name is connotated with the sun, but Phoebus himself is anything but warm. His expressions are typically hard to read and he constantly judges people instantly, often keeping his thoughts of the first impression they give him. He's blunt and likes to be direct, disliking double-meaning and honeyed words. He dislikes talking about himself and will shut down a conversation if his family is brought up and outright refusing to speak of his father. That said, he is polite enough to carry a conversation with anyone and finds himself interested in the uniqueness of magic.

Background:

The region of Faron is known mostly for its farmlands. It is estimated that almost thirty five percent of Cresvald's food is grown there and has the most diverse supply. The former Prefect of Faron was a man named Hollis Simmons, a man who loved to flaunt his power. The confidence came from a lack of mages; the vast majority of Faran were farmers first and foremost, and most mages that were born in the territory typically ended up leaving. His treatment of the people seemingly went uninterrupted until one of his own battlemages challenged him to a duel. Said challenger was a young man named Calder, a brilliant elemental mage with humble origins who Hollis had taken under his wing. Hollis' overconfidence lead to his death, and Gathar Adeon, another noble, was elected to replace him.

Gathar adopted Calder into the Adeon family and eventually had his daughter marry him. Together, they had two children, Phoebus and Diana. Initially a bubbly child, Phoebus grew up surrounded by people who were in awe of his father. While initially finding himself humbled and overjoyed, as the years went by, it was clear that people saw him more as an extension of his family--and what was worse, they had expectations of him. It was gradual, but over time, his smiles became less genuine and more forced, and he had to stop himself from sighing after hearing the same story about how his dad saved some sheep for the twelfth time.

When the war came, Calder left his family behind and joined the battlefield. Most believed he would die a warrior's death, but instead he went from a local hero to one known throughout the country for his feats. For Phoebus, everything got worse then. It wasn't like he entirely blamed his dad--especially how he had spent years stressing over the next letter to arrive hoping it was good news--but resentment began to build. The lessons he used to enjoy became irritating to him and Phoebus started just walking away when people would talk to him about his father.

The last straw came when some old bat mistakenly called him Calder. At that point, Phoebus rejected his mother's tutor and asked to go to an academy he had heard about. Despite his family's hesitance, they ended up agreeing and gave him the letter of recommendation needed.

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Attunement:

Ouranian

Aura:

Phoebus' aura manifests as what he calls a 'delayed bloom': initially, it appears as if he is encased in an enormous flower whose petals have yet to fall. Once he cast his magic, the flower blossoms in its entirety, and the aura visually changes. Sunlight bounces off each petal, giving them the illusion of shimmering. Lights twinkle in and out of sight and appear much like fireflies do. His aura has an energizing effect similar to a citrus scent, though is entirely silent. Said flower doesn't seem to be equivalent to any existing, though if you squint, it almost looks like the flower is on fire.

Magic:

Initially, Phoebus was on the path to making fire magic his expertise, especially as his eager father was all too happy to teach his son everything he knew. However, Phoebus has mostly abandoned his fire magic in favor of plant magic. Surrounded by agriculture for most of his life, Phoebus easily leaned into it, enjoying the process a little more than he thought he would. His favorite 'trick' is creating a plant-based creature and giving it 'life' by channeling his magic into it, happy to test the limits of a giant Venus flytrap or an octopus made of vines. He hopes to study more light magic, as while he can use it, he is unsure how to wield it properly.

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Arcane Items:

He wears a small bracelet that lights up in different colors. He also has an old staff passed down from generation to generation from his mother's side of the family.

Other:

• Has a preference for bitter foods
• Isn't a big fan of absolute darkness
• Plays a mean tambora

A Hero's Training!

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"Anything less than perfection is unacceptable."

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Name:

Diana Latona Adeon

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Diana is of average height and build and is usually seen with a warm, cheerful smile. Her fair skin and long, blonde hair speak to her noble origin, her outfits and accessories typically lavish. Her clear, blue eyes are round and curious for the most part, though she holds herself to be as graceful as possible at all times, whether it be with her mannerisms or her casting.

Her uniform is to standard with the exception of a skirt and tights replacing the standard slacks.

Personality:

Diana is described as a charming social butterfly to most who know her. She can strike up a conversation with just about anyone and is exceedingly polite and well-mannered. She likes to observe people and chooses her words carefully before speaking, although that doesn't mean she won't be blunt when necessary. Those who abuse their power or deride the weak are often quick to anger her, and she refuses to do nothing when someone is in need.She carries herself well and studies often, though she never seems satisfied with her accomplishments. Most have confused it for humility, but it's clear that there is more to it.

Background:

The region of Faron is known mostly for its farmlands. It is estimated that almost thirty five percent of Cresvald's food is grown there and has the most diverse supply. The former Prefect of Faron was a man named Hollis Simmons, a man who loved to flaunt his power. The confidence came from a lack of mages; the vast majority of Faron were farmers first and foremost, and most mages that were born in the territory typically ended up leaving. His treatment of the people seemingly went uninterrupted until one of his own battlemages challenged him to a duel. Said challenger was a young man named Calder, a brilliant elemental mage with humble origins who Hollis had taken under his wing. Hollis' overconfidence lead to his death, and Gathar Adeon, another noble, was elected to replace him.

Gathar adopted Calder into the Adeon family and eventually had his daughter marry him. Together, they had two children, Phoebus and Diana. Initially a quiet child, Diana grew up surrounded by people who were in awe of her father. While initially finding herself humbled and overjoyed, as the years went by, it was clear that people saw her more as an extension of her family--and what was worse, they had expectations of her. The days where she feared not going through noesis were probably some of her worst, as she feared failing to live up to the image people had of her.

Fortunately, the day came, and she was overjoyed to follow in her father's footsteps as she learned from a tutor her mother appointed for her. Calder was a talented elemental mage and it seemed Diana had similar preferences. The more she learned and grew her magic, the more the comparisons came, and slowly, the pressure started to build. Diana felt that her talent didn't quite match her father's and worked excessively to achieve better results. If she couldn't reach his expectations, then she was a disappointment. If it wasn't perfect, it was a failure. The consistent comparisons and praise stuck to her, often driving her to push herself despite her young age.

When the war came, Calder left his family behind and joined the battlefield. Most believed he would die a warrior's death, but instead he went from a local hero to one known throughout the country for his feats. Diana was overjoyed to have her father back, but his return made things worse. She never blamed her father--she often cried every night hoping he would come back to them--but beneath the desire to please everyone came resentment. It wasn't just the praise from the town, Calder was now known throughout the country.

Instead of acknowledging the immense pressure she felt, Diana thought that instead, she needed better instruction and to go outside of her comfort zone. After all, the tutor only knew so much, so a proper education was needed to fully unlock her potential. Her brother had left the year before to The Glynwood Institute For Thaumaturgical Studies, and Diana hoped she could follow his lead. Her request for a letter of recommendation was met with a little hesitance, but ultimately, she got it. She swore to herself that when she graduated, she would make her father and everyone else proud.

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Attunement:

Ouranian

Aura:

Diana's Aura manifests as what she calls 'blossoms of nature': flowers constantly bloom before falling apart and flow around her, reforming into flowers before repeating the process. Said flowers vary, typically beginning with calla lilies and roses, and different varieties spring up as her magic grows. If one watches the flowers closely, they can see each flower is made up of a different elemental magic. Her aura has a calming effect similar to a lavender scent, though is entirely silent.

Magic:

Diana enjoys a variety of elemental magic, finding herself enjoying playing with the elements and conjuring them when needed. She often shapes them into different creatures and plants for different purposes: a bird made of wind to pick something up off the ground, a flaming butterfly to light up a lantern, water in the form of a giant lily-of-the-walley to gently drip down water around her, and a turtle made of earth for her to sit on are a few examples.

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Arcane Items:

She wears a small bracelet that lights up in different colors. She also has an old staff passed down from generation to generation from her mother's side of the family.

Other:

• Loves the outdoors
• Her favorite tea is white tea
• Has a bad habit of chewing her thumbnail when stressed