Jumbus

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Arthur Everwood

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Night ◈ Weather: Thunder, Lighting, and Light Seraphi ◈ Location: Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood

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"Listen carefully. The Hunting Melody of the Ni-Seraphi is exactly what you are hearing now. This is not a drill. Those monsters are here and will be at our doorstep any moment. Do what you can to prepare. We're initiating ESP. Remember your training. You know what to d--"

In Arthur’s mind, the reality of a Ni-Seraphi attack was theoretical. The whole concept of ESP wasn’t something he would actually have to engage in. But now with the explosion and the ballroom’s music abruptly giving way to that horrid melody, Arthur was in a panic.

He sat up after being knocked off Grumble’s chair, his pastry snacks scattered around him. Everyone also seemed to be in a panic after a quick survey of the area.

In his theoretical version of a Ni-Seraphi attack, Arthur could support the frontlines but would choose to stay back. It wasn’t his war, none of this was a fight he would choose, and he wasn’t going to throw away his life so freely. But that was just a dream of a perfect world, one where he could choose not to help and things would end up fine.

Reality was much more cruel.

Arthur’s stomach sank as he spotted a group of first-years starting to take to the skies. He recognized a few of them from tutoring flights. Had they lost their minds or just misunderstood what they were supposed to do? Their reasoning didn’t really matter to Arthur because they had no business taking on the Ni-Seraphi.

They had some capabilities in combat and perhaps together that gave them the confidence to even attempt such a thing. In a few years, maybe they could make a difference. But as it stood they had the tell-tale signs of first-time flyers, barely able to take on a breeze alone last five minutes against a real enemy.

As much as Arthur would have liked to kick back and watch it all work out in the end, he could see students younger and less experienced than him rising to the occasion of an early death sentence. It wasn’t something he could just sit back and let happen.

Theory meant he didn’t have to think about the people who fall in such a conflict. Reality meant knowing them, having spent hours with them. He couldn’t have inaction weigh in his conscience like that.

He stood up and shook off the pastry crumbs that littered his suit in the blast. A gentle breeze gathered around him as if limbering his aeonhart for the fight ahead. All of his abilities were about gathering motion after all, a wind-up process took negligible vitesse but let his power add to an existing but ever-shifting flow as opposed to creating one out of nowhere.

Using his hands as anchors of concentration, he positioned them in front of him with the left directly in his line of sight and the right pointed toward the crowd below. His right hand rose gently causing a pile of napkins to erupt from the food table to join a steady orbit around him. His left hand fell violently and the first years in the distance became unsteady in an instant. Their struggle to stay in the air resulted in them quickly descending with Arthur using his remaining concentration to prevent free fall while he flew up to talk.

“If that's all it takes to knock you out of the air, there is no way I’m letting you out of the ballroom.” Arthur lectured from above. “Listen to the Illuminaires, don’t do anything stupid.” The hypocrisy of words were lost to him in the moment.

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Kaspaan and Arthur

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Night ◈ Weather: Thunder, Lighting, and Light Seraphi ◈ Location: Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood, Kaspaan Mustaven @Deja

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The glee and suspense of the evening simmered into a haunting song. It brought the hairs of his nape up to attention, unnerving in its ambience. It had caused enough of a disturbance to halt the dances in the ballroom, and the weather had worsened. It dawned on Kasp that this was because Grumble was gone. That thought was shot out of his head when Grune and her warning bellowed through the halls. Kasp felt a shiver run down his spine, something he almost never did, his heart loud in his ears as well. This was not a drill alright, he could spot huge visages in the distance being shadowed by militant lightning. Ana spoke before him, directing her flock like a good Illumnaire would. Seeing Raffaella be taken under protection was enough to entice his bravery forth. His fists clenched, then froze into limbs of spite. With a short glance to his own House leader, perhaps with a bit of uncertainty, he crouched down and then lept off into the night air with a frozen wisp of wind in his wake.

He'd barely cleared the horizon of the ballroom before a gust of wind forced him to end over end in a descending tumble, Kasp flailed about. He quickly caught himself and glared up where he thought a daemon might be frostycuffs ready.

"I don't think you should go either, Kaspaan." Arthur advised from below. Compared to his tone with the first years, this held more respect for his classmate's abilities. "This isn't combat practice."

"Yeah, you're right. Should we round up all the others?" Kaspaan spoke hurriedly with the tune of the night slightly unnerving him. His flight prowess was slower than most but the ice condensation dragged him down. He looked down at the hurried crowd of first years and their peers and Illuminaires protecting them. Yes, they needed to be more defensive at the moment. "Lead the way, We need to help out where we can, You take a Daemon class yet? They'll be Larvae out n about ready to strike..."

"Rounding up the others is good. Try to keep the first years safe, don't let them get hot-headed." Arthur looked down at the crowd below. He grew some new respect for the Illuminaires who got everything under control. "Larvae could slip by the frontlines, they'll need you for that."

Answering Kaspaan's assertions, Arthur did not lead the way. Instead, he floated in place.

Kaspaan looked down at the crowd and then back to Arthur visibly flustered as this was not what he had been expecting as his first Emergency Safety Protocol. Then again, that's why it was in place. He tried to think back to his lessons and recalled with a worried furrow that Grune might be hurt right now, or Professor Grumble even. He floated down near the ground where the assembly was as he spoke.

"Alright, I'll go help the tikes, but what about the others?" Kaspaan strained to say under a bravado grimice. The uncertainty affected the boy more than he care to admit.

"Leave that to me." Arthur said back with a sudden grin of confidence. But it posture betrayed the quick facade.

Arthur floated nervously waiting to support the approaching frontline.

Kaspaan's barely got to the ground before the shrieks of demented Larvae could be heard over their broodmothers' song. His fist were now firm bricks and he drowned out the drone by grinding his jaw, perhaps that would steady his nerves. Kasp didn't have the best eyesight so we failed to notice the true scale of the beasts out in the Endless. He did spot Fasha however, and his other dance partner of the evening both fulfilling their leadership roles. This was confidence in real form for the young noble so he gave his own shout.

"Alright first years on me I need eyes so I can smash n bash!" He didn't have to hold back for fear of reprimand now. He was almost giddy when he frostly spoke to the small crowd of younger children and teens milled in his wake. One even spoke up, a shaven-headed boy with rather bright eyes and a forked tongue, "I taste them, they are close Kaspaan! Real close!"

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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Night ◈ Weather: Moderate Rain ◈Location: Main Ball Room ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus Petyr Nostrade (Mentioned) @Aeolian

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Upon entering the Ballroom, Arthur was enticed by the music immediately. He walked along the second floor in a soft waltz and took in the sight of the students in flight. Tonight, they were to dance among the stars themselves.

And to think Arthur was going to pass this up with the rest of the Willow Gang. Not that Monty made a particularly good case to avoid it anyway. When he began some pearl-clutching speech about keeping to the prestige of high-profile events, Arthur immediately made up his mind to disregard the order.

He often found himself forgetting that much of the group had enough money to buy out his hometown if given the whim. Speeches like that brought him back to the same obvious truth. Many Willow gang members only cause trouble because they see themselves above the consequences. Wealth, power, prestige, almost all of them were born with it and use that fact to justify how they act. Although he was part of the gang, Arthur felt a wall of separation because of this fact.

It wasn’t to say he disliked the group. On the contrary, he would have never joined if there wasn't something in it for him. But he wondered if Monty had considered that Arthur wouldn't see any invite to those upper-crust dances.

Petyr Nostradé was the odd one out in this assessment. At first, Arthur had assumed he was like the others. He carried himself in a manner and discipline that radiated higher class society of some sort. On the contrary, Petyr is an orphan of common origins. One might think humble beginnings would provide some connection between the two. Yet that commonality had never formed into much. Petyr didn't wear his heart on his sleeve, and his lack of obvious motive to join made him feel like the most distant member of the group, at least to Arthur anyway.

Arthur’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he saw Mrs Grumble float out of her chair ahead of him. A look of concern was pretty clear on her face and she seemed to be taking caution in making her flight seem inconspicuous before she took off into the night sky. Arthur knew a quick and stealthy escape when he saw one.

She probably left the stove going.

Almost instinctually, he quickly scanned the area for any other teachers and supervisors. But none could be found. It seemed the academy was putting their trust in Grumble to look after this thing, which was a humorous idea to Arthur. As much as he liked her, Grumble wouldn’t be the first person he would call if he were to supervise the ball.

As he got closer, the haphazard way she let her knitting equipment drop felt out of place. Grumble tended to be more particular about her chosen craft.

She must have really had the stove going he thought dismissively.

Still, the only teacher looking after the ball had suddenly slipped into the night without a word to anyone. Certainly, this could mean trouble if the wrong kind of students were to take notice of that fact. Why, if her rocking chair of supervision were to appear empty, it would mean chaos for Minerva’s precious event. A good student couldn’t let that come to pass.

What the students needed right now was a symbol of authority and discipline to show them all that the event was under control. And it was a grand coincidence that a reputable member of the academy such as himself was here to fill those boots.

Leaning over the rails, Arthur gave a gesture resembling a music conductor toward the food table below. With a raise and flick of his hand, a group of select pastries danced to his commands. They flew up in a swirling line, tumbling ungracefully in the winding current that drew them higher and higher toward him.

Trusting in his ability to do the rest of the work, he leaned back again and fell into a lounging position on Grumble’s empty throne with his legs hanging off the side.

“One, two, three…” Arthur quipped to himself as the pastries fell into his lap one after the other.

He furrowed his brow. There was supposed to be a fourth pastry just behind them. He quickly scanned to see where it ended up but got his query quickly answered as it landed squarely on his face. His abilities weren’t the well-oiled machine he liked to think they were.

Arthur chuckled as he cleaned his face and began digging into the snack. A few bites to eat and he would be in the perfect mood to dance.

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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Twilight -> Night ◈ Weather: Light Rain -> Moderate Rain ◈Location: Ballroom Balcony -> Main Ball Room ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus Lisa Goldheart @Frettzo

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"I don't think the rain will let up any time soon."

"Yeah?" Lisa shrugged, turning her head just enough to look at the source of the rustling and thumping that was now approaching from a corner of the balcony's ceiling.

Arthur gently descended into view from above the balcony's cover sporting a silver feathered mask resembling a smaller bird of prey. While the colour didn't match his hair, the shape did. The feathers seemlessly gave way to his naturally windswept style. Lisa's own mask was smooth and featureless for the most part, with the only real details being the two slits through which her golden eyes reflected the light of the lamps.

He finished the descent with one step on the balcony's railing and another on its floor like the end of an oversize, yet elegant, staircase. With a glance at the meagre shelter, he returned his line of sight back to Lisa before continuing. "And frankly, Miss Goldheart, I don't think the cover will do you good for much longer."

Arthur finished that sentence with a grin while making his way toward the doors inside. He knew Lisa had plenty of names she would want to be called more than 'Miss Goldheart'. But he liked to speak fancy on the occasion, knowing it would annoy her. Would it get him hit one day? Probably. But that day was not today... he gambled.

"What makes you think that? The rickety and half-rotten wooden supports or maybe the thin fabric they built the tarp out of?" Lisa sighed, "I'd rather get soaked out here than go back in there, you know how it is... Or maybe not. What with being a second year and everything, must be tough for you being surrounded by 14 year olds, huh Archie?"

Arthur chuckled at the question. "You got me there. When I do manage to show up, it can be a nightmare. But I have my own ways of getting by." Almost to further answer the question, he brought his flask out from his jacket pocket and took a final sip. While he didn't appear outwardly influenced by the drink, he had achieved the desired buzz.

He then returned the flask to his jacket pocket and continued to the doors. But stopped just before going inside, turning on a heel and leaning next to the doors instead. "It sounds like a bad time in there if you're willing to risk a cold." A wind flow picked up above Lisa's head to redirect any loose raindrops. "Should I be worried about what I'm going to see inside?" He joked lightheartedly.

"You? Nah. I doubt girls are as insufferable as boys, you'll be fine... As long as you don't drink too much, that is." Lisa said while making a vague movement with her hands. "I'll be heading back in soon to help keep things running smoothly, so try not to give me any more work to do."

"You're probably right on that account. I'll be on my best behaviour." Arthur gave a parting smile and mock salute before heading in the doors.

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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Dusk ◈ Weather: Overcast ◈Location: Harold's Academy, Arthur's Room ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus

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"I'm sorry Nana."

Arthur looked in the mirror contemplatively and sizing up the suit he would wear for the night. It was a gift from his grandmother and one of the few things he had received from her since being at the Academy. She purchased a suit and shipped it over in the thought that he would be going to so many 'big-city events'. And of course, he wrote all about them in the letters he sent back. But he had lied to his grandma in those letters.

The truth was, due to all the trouble he caused in his first years, Arthur found himself banned from most of the grand social events. He could understand the Academy's decision considering there was a good chance he could ruin it. But it still hurt having to lie about that to the folks back home. While he wrote back about everything going swell, the suit just hung in his closet for the better part of a year.

When they lifted the ban so suddenly, Arthur was taken off guard. He was hardly some good little reformed student. But he could guess that his trouble-making tendencies had eased up enough to where they didn't see a need in keeping it up. Or maybe the headmistress secretly wanted him to shake up the whole ball. He chuckled to himself about the absurdity of the idea.

Either way, it was no secret that the young man had mellowed out somewhat from his start at the Academy. That could be a concerning sign that he was growing duller in his convictions. But Arthur knew that wasn't the case. If anything, there was only room to calm down from the firebrand he was only a year ago. The change was an improvement. Despite his current flaws, he might even impress a teacher or two now...

He shuddered at the thought. Maybe not that far.

Still, the Moonlight Marsequrade his chance to prove to the Academy that he could be somewhat trusted. If he were to screw it up, that's probably him banned from events for another year. So he had to be on his best behaviour.

On the way out he snatched up a hip flask of some whiskey he bought from Walter a few days back and slipped it into his coat pocket. Even on his best behaviour, a few rules needed to be broken.

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Evening ◈ Weather: Light Rain ◈Location: Harold's Academy, Rooftop near the Ballroom ◈ Participants: Arthur Everwood @Jumbus

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Some light rain was a non-issue for one of Arthur's mystic talents. He could sit outside as long as he wanted and remain completely dry. And tonight he was making use of such a talent sitting on a rooftop watching the lamplit street below. A gradual wind current churned above him to redirect the raindrops further down on the roof's decline.

His dorm was far too empty with everyone heading off for the ball and it was far too early to be considered fashionably late. So Arthur opted to spectate the other students filtering into the Ballroom's entrance from a distance. It was a passably entertaining sight, certainly helped along by the occasional swig of his flask. With any luck, he would be buzzed by the time he actually arrives.

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Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Here are some proposed character thoughts/relations. These are based off impressions I got from the character sheets so if you think it presents your character in an incorrect way. Please let me know, I'll be happy to make edits or removals. Also, each one is Arthur talking about it from his subjective point of view, while he asserts a lot of things he is rarely correct about his assumptions.

If your character isn't here, I imagine they haven't been acquainted or his opinions would likely just be rephrasing the character's reputation section. But I am open to suggestions for other characters.

Mentioned Students

Petyr-@Aeolian Anastasia-@Ti Leah-@vietmyke Raffaella-@Emeth Lisa-@Frettzo Manny-@Ebil Bunny

Arthur's Thoughts/Interactions

Professors.

Minerva Weiss: "She stares daggers at me. I'm just lucky she only turns me into a toad. Its not as bad as you may think."

Ivo Featherswallow: "Every now and again I try to compete against him. I take pride in being fast myself so my 0-23 record against him certainly hurts. I wonder if he even knows I'm trying to beat him."

Patty Grumble: "I like her, I actually pay attention in her classes. I think it'll break my heart a little to see her disappointed in me. So if I don't think I can pay attention in her class for the day, I just don't show up."

Caelum Incanowitz: "Total hardass. I tried sneaking into his classes a few times but the guy is vigilant. I wouldn't have to sneak in if the year limit wasn't there. But I don't plan on sticking around until my 5th year, so I need to convince him to teach me somehow."

Students.

Petyr Nostrade: “It was kind of a pain in the neck when he joined the gang, not that it was his fault. For the first week, there was an endless amount of his admirers begging to know why he joined. As if he joins a gang and suddenly becomes an open book or something. Even if I did know why, it's not like I’d tell them anyway.”

“But if I’m being honest, I truly have no clue why Petyr joined. Outside of his reputation, I never met the guy before and he keeps his reasons close to his chest even now. I don’t feel inclined to ask him about it. I feel if someone wants you to know their reasons, they just tell you. And I respect him enough to give him space on that.”

Anastasia Arslan: "I couldn't have asked for a better Illuminaire. She's kind, her monkey is cool, and she has zero chance of actually catching me."

Leah Eusebia Clearwater: "Oh yeah, she’s jealous of me. I’m certain of that. The look she gave me before tossing a book at my head was a dead giveaway. It wasn’t just because I was in the Eusebia dorms after curfew, I swear."

Raffaella Struna: "Who?... Ooooh, her. Yeah, I’ve seen her around before, once. And I thought she was a ghost.”

“One night I was out past curfew flying high in the night sky. When I see a single small figure crossing the courtyard slowly. It was too big to be an adult and only few students are allowed out at this time so it piqued my curiosity. I went a bit closer and yeah, my first thought was ghost. But for whatever reason, her bruises made me doubt that. She was sleep walking.”

“My grandma told me that if I wake a sleepwalker, they’ll go crazy and try to stab you or something. Plus I’ve always felt that a dream is meant to see its conclusion, it’s rude to interrupt that, so I didn’t wake her. At the same time, I didn’t want to see her bumping into walls or anything. So I just followed along in the air using a bit of wind to guide her away from collisions.”

“After maybe a couple of minutes, I heard some commotion quickly emerging from the girl's path. No doubt it was some Academy people trying to look for her. At that point, I decided it was probably best to try and guide her back to the dorm space. But when I looked back she was gone. That was a strange night.”

Lisa Goldheart: "A noble girl wanting to see the world. There’s a nice story to be told in that. And I’m inclined to help her achieve that."

“Also did you hear she has like 13 siblings!? Thats insane. I thought parents got to like 5, max, before deciding to stop.”

Manny Ryi: "This is going to sound really off for me to say. But have you seen her die yet? She makes a habit of dying at least once per day. It sounds grim but it's actually quite a whimsical performance. I think there’s something very fun about taking one of the bleakest things in the world and wrapping it in fluffy clothing."

“Pair that with her attitude and I think she has a place in the Willow Gang if she wanted. But that's not up to me to decide.”

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Arthur Everwood

Coming from a troubled past of thievery and evading academy admissions, this rebellious 2nd year from the House of Harold has proven himself difficult to pin down, especially with a gift that allows him to leverage the power of the wind to outmaneuver his foes.

Arthur Everwood

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◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
With a dull brown mane of wind-swept hair, there is little doubt about what Arthur spends his day doing if the aviation goggles weren't enough of an indicator. His ever-present smirk tends to give off the first impression that he has set up some grand prank and is just waiting for it to unfold, which isn't always a wrong assumption to make. Arthur often foregoes putting his robes on properly and instead lets them drape over his shoulders as if a sudden gust would blow them off entirely. And he is often caught with his House necklace hanging from his belt. If one were to look at a picture of him, it would them all they need to know about his reputation.

Seeing him in motion brings a new perspective. The way he flies has a whimsical bounciness to it as if his body truly had no mass. While walking, he will frequently lean and sway past his centre of gravity. He appreciates his freedom of movement with every motion he makes.

◈ "Our grandparent's war was for our freedom, so I'm going to take to the skies and taste it... Tell the Illuminaire I'll be back in a week." ◈

◈ N a m e
Arthur Everwood

◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Breeze

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
18, 6'1" (185.4 cm), 155 lbs (70.3 kg)

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Male

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Hasn't figured it out yet. Bisexuality can be assumed.

◈ Y e a r
2nd Year

◈ P e t
A green Gupoo named Gub

◈ H o u s e
House of Harold

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Sustained Flight

◈ Cartography

◈ Portal Exploration - Rejected

◈ Daemons - not his choice

◈ Teamwork - neither was this

◈ Ni-Seraphi History - detention subject

◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No

◈ "An exercise of force simply means you failed with words... So is it cool if I skip detention today?" ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Rebellious ◈ Steadfast ◈ Unreliable ◈ Crafty ◈ Whimsical

Due to his aloof outlook on the Academy and tendency to skip out on commitments, calling Arthur steadfast may seem out of place. But he is resolute in his ability to take such actions. Tell him what to do off authority alone, and he will disregard you. He will only follow orders if he agrees with them or respects the person who said them.

His strong desire to oppose authority doesn't leave him in a dour mood. Arthur frequently keeps in good spirits and finds fun in every action he takes. After all, if anything were to take his happiness from him, it's unlikely to be the right path in the first place. You will find him constantly fleeting between different activities or courses of action, taking fun in the ebb and flow of his whims.

◈ H i s t o r y
Arthur grew up on a peaceful and relatively out-of-the-way sky island called Evendell. There was plenty of grass and wildlife to explore for the small village that called the land their home. He was in a household of non-Mystics, except for the memory of his grandfather, who lost his life in the Liberation War. Arthur's grandmother, Harriette Everwood, practically raised him as much as his parents did and certainly swayed his worldview more with stories of his grandfather, Tristan. Some were probably made up, but they still left a young Arthur with a sense of wonder.

When Arthur's gift manifested, his grandmother called him for one last story. And it was apparent from her demeanour that this one would lack the whimsy and light-heartedness her previous entries detailed. This time, she didn't bother to structure it like a tale. Harriette spoke from the heart. She talked about the last moments she spent with her husband. Although he had joined the war effort by choice, Harriette begged him to stay knowing that his gift was likely too weak to make a difference. But he was stubborn and wouldn't change his mind. It took little more than a month before the news came back of his passing.

Now that Arthur's gift had manifested and had so closely resembled his grandfather's abilities, she asked him to run from the Academy recruitment. She was grateful that the Liberation War was won, but she could never forgive that it took her husband so willingly just to let him die. She at least wanted to see her grandson be free for that cost. That was the first time Arthur had seen his grandmother crying. The next day he would take off from the sky island to evade the Academy recruitment.

For the next six months, Arthur would go from sky island to sky island as a skyship stowaway. He typically made ends meet with petty theft and odd jobs. There were occasional run-ins with Academy recruitment trying to detain him. But Arther had two tricks up his sleeve, he was quick, crafty, and had luck. A whole lot of dumb luck. So he avoided capturing the few times it happened.

Arthur eventually met someone around the same age as him with a gift named Sullivan. The two had both decided to evade the Academy, although Sullivan's reasons were far less thought out. He just got a kick out of stealing and didn't care much for the rules. Arthur found that reason kind of funny. The two got along quite well and decided to travel around together.

One day Arthur was cornered by a shady dude in an alleyway he hadn't met before. The guy was offering to show him how to make some real money. Arthur told him to 'eat dirt'; the guy didn't want to take no for an answer. So a chase ensued leading to Arthur barely getting away from the stranger but being caught by authorities. He was detained and shipped off to the Academy.

It has been over a year since Arthur has been at the Academy; he has settled down a lot since he first arrived. He came to accept that his grandmother was quite misinformed about the Academy. Even though the fact that he was brought here by force still really rubs him the wrong way.

It has also been over a year since Arthur has seen Sullivan. He had assumed that he would reunite with his friend at the Academy. But every passing day seems to prove that assumption incorrect.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Arthur's entrance as a student by force along with his frequent antics and 'days off' has garnered him notoriety in the short time he has attended the Academy. If you are a good student, you are told to steer away from him. Arthur couldn't be happier with this.

Quite annoyingly, Arthur isn't completely disruptive either. He has been known to help those struggling in Sustained Flight and is known as one of the better tutors for it. When he shows up that is, which is about a fifty-fifty chance.

Arthur is labelled as lazy by a few of the Academy teachers due to his appalling attendance rate in some classes. But anyone who knows him would disagree. He is productive and active for a good portion of the day. He just doesn't spend his efforts on the Academy work alone.

◈ G o a l s
Despite often coming off as contradictory, Arthur has never felt as though he has swayed from his feelings and drives. He simply has and cannot still express them in a meaningful way. In short, Arthur feels an inherent wrongness with the current system making Academy attendance mandatory and the reputation those who oppose that are labelled with. He sees it as contradictory to restrict someone's freedom like that when the goal of the Liberation War was to free humanity. This is one of many bones he has to pick with the system, despite feeling support for it in general.

Arthur simply desires the respect necessary to be able to communicate these ideas and have people listen. But truthfully he wouldn't know what to say if he got it. He still doubts his convictions from time to time. If he was truly heard out, would people even agree?

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Harriette Everwood is Arthur's grandmother. Most of his rebellious streak was brought on by her stories and the things she taught him as a kid. He keeps semi-regular correspondence with her via letters.

Sullivan Belclaire (18) was another delinquent who Arthur spent time with while dodging the Academy recruiters. The two have not been in contact since Arthur was brought to the Academy.

The Willow Gang is a notorious school gang at the Academy known for causing trouble. It didn't take long for Arthur to join in the fun.

◈ "My gift isn't meant for fighting, it is to see the horizon and find out what lies beyond." ◈

◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o n
Elementalist

◈ G i f t
Gift of the Gentle Winds



◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Arthur can control the air around him, speeding it up and manipulating its direction. His ability to control it is more subtle than historic figures with similar abilities. He struggles to summon strong currents and will use a considerable amount more stamina doing so. But he can manipulate smaller currents in larger areas for more extended periods.

His gift is incredibly versatile and has a variety of uses that he has only just begun experimenting with. Arthur will struggle to push a boulder or redirect a sword's swing. But manipulating smaller and lighter objects comes with ease. One trick he is particularly fond of is using a bunch of cloth which can make for a very manoeuvrable smoke screen in the air. This was a technique he used while avoiding Academy recruitment. It also bolsters his already adept flying skills and can help correct other objects (and people) in flight too.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
Arthur can’t properly attack someone else or defend himself with wind unless using considerable effort. In a one-on-one fight, his best course of action is to rely on speed and fly away while barraging the chaser with a constant wind flow to tire them out. While it is effective, it depends on him being the faster combatant and assuming a fair fight.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

@Aeolian Just finished editing up my character sheet and its all done now. Looking forward to your feedback when you get the chance.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

I've been working on this for most of the night. While the personality and reputation sections are blank, I'll be filling those out tomorrow plus I think my other sections give a pretty good idea of them already.

Mainly posting early to see if the History section is all good and that name-dropping the Willow Gang in relationships is alright as well (not making him a member but I thought it would be fitting that he's on good terms with them).

Arthur Everwood

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◈ A p p e a r a n c e ◈
With a dull brown mane of wind-swept hair, there is little doubt about what Arthur spends his day doing if the aviation goggles weren't enough of an indicator. His ever-present smirk tends to give off the first impression that he has set up some grand prank and is just waiting for it to unfold, which isn't always a wrong assumption to make. Arthur often foregoes putting his robes on properly and instead lets them drape over his shoulders as if a sudden gust would blow them off entirely. And he is often caught with his House necklace hanging from his belt. If one were to look at a picture of him, it would them all they need to know about his reputation.

Seeing him in motion brings a new perspective. The way he flies has a whimsical bounciness to it as if his body truly had no mass. While walking, he will frequently lean and sway past his centre of gravity. He appreciates his freedom of movement with every motion he makes.

◈ "Our grandparent's war was for our freedom, so I'm going to take to the skies and taste it... Tell the Illuminaire I'll be back in a week." ◈

◈ N a m e
Arthur Everwood

◈ S p e l l c a s t e r N a m e
Breeze

◈ A g e, H e i g h t, a n d W e i g h t
18, 6'1" (185.4 cm), 155 lbs (70.3 kg)

◈ R a c e
Mystic

◈ G e n d e r
Male

◈ S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o n
Hasn't figured it out yet. Bisexuality can be assumed.

◈ Y e a r
2nd Year

◈ P e t
A green Gupoo named Gub

◈ H o u s e
House of Harold

◈ I l l u m i n a i r e
No

◈ C l a s s e s

◈ Gifts

◈ Sustained Flight

◈ Cartography

◈ Portal Exploration - Rejected

◈ Daemons - not his choice

◈ Teamwork - neither was this

◈ Ni-Seraphi History - detention subject

◈ A r e Y o u O n Y o u r H o u s e ' s W a a g a T e a m?
No

◈ "An exercise of force simply means you failed with words... So is it cool if I skip detention today?" ◈

◈ P e r s o n a l i t y
Rebellious ◈ Steadfast ◈ Unreliable ◈ Crafty ◈ Whimsical

Due to his aloof outlook on the Academy and tendency to skip out on commitments, calling Arthur steadfast may seem out of place. But he is resolute in his ability to take such actions. Tell him what to do off authority alone, and he will disregard you. He will only follow orders if he agrees with them or respects the person who said them.

His strong desire to oppose authority doesn't leave him in a dour mood. Arthur frequently keeps in good spirits and finds fun in every action he takes. After all, if anything were to take his happiness from him, it's unlikely to be the right path in the first place. You will find him constantly fleeting between different activities or courses of action, taking fun in the ebb and flow of his whims.

◈ H i s t o r y
Arthur grew up on a peaceful and relatively out-of-the-way sky island called Evendell. There was plenty of grass and wildlife to explore for the small village that called the land their home. He was in a household of non-Mystics, except for the memory of his grandfather, who lost his life in the Liberation War. Arthur's grandmother, Harriette Everwood, practically raised him as much as his parents did and certainly swayed his worldview more with stories of his grandfather, Tristan. Some were probably made up, but they still left a young Arthur with a sense of wonder.

When Arthur's gift manifested, his grandmother called him for one last story. And it was apparent from her demeanour that this one would lack the whimsy and light-heartedness her previous entries detailed. This time, she didn't bother to structure it like a tale. Harriette spoke from the heart. She talked about the last moments she spent with her husband. Although he had joined the war effort by choice, Harriette begged him to stay knowing that his gift was likely too weak to make a difference. But he was stubborn and wouldn't change his mind. It took little more than a month before the news came back of his passing.

Now that Arthur's gift had manifested and had so closely resembled his grandfather's abilities, she asked him to run from the Academy recruitment. She was grateful that the Liberation War was won, but she could never forgive that it took her husband so willingly just to let him die. She at least wanted to see her grandson be free for that cost. That was the first time Arthur had seen his grandmother crying. The next day he would take off from the sky island to evade the Academy recruitment.

For the next six months, Arthur would go from sky island to sky island as a skyship stowaway. He typically made ends meet with petty theft and odd jobs. There were occasional run-ins with Academy recruitment trying to detain him. But Arther had two tricks up his sleeve, he was quick, crafty, and had luck. A whole lot of dumb luck. So he avoided capturing the few times it happened.

Arthur eventually met someone around the same age as him with a gift named Sullivan. The two had both decided to evade the Academy, although Sullivan's reasons were far less thought out. He just got a kick out of stealing and didn't care much for the rules. Arthur found that reason kind of funny. The two got along quite well and decided to travel around together.

One day Arthur was cornered by a shady dude in an alleyway he hadn't met before. The guy was offering to show him how to make some real money. Arthur told him to 'eat dirt'; the guy didn't want to take no for an answer. So a chase ensued leading to Arthur barely getting away from the stranger but being caught by authorities. He was detained and shipped off to the Academy.

It has been over a year since Arthur has been at the Academy; he has settled down a lot since he first arrived. He came to accept that his grandmother was quite misinformed about the Academy. Even though the fact that he was brought here by force still really rubs him the wrong way.

It has also been over a year since Arthur has seen Sullivan. He had assumed that he would reunite with his friend at the Academy. But every passing day seems to prove that assumption incorrect.

◈ R e p u t a t i o n
Arthur's entrance as a student by force along with his frequent antics and 'days off' has garnered him notoriety in the short time he has attended the Academy. If you are a good student, you are told to steer away from him. Arthur couldn't be happier with this.

Quite annoyingly, Arthur isn't completely disruptive either. He has been known to help those struggling in Sustained Flight and is known as one of the better tutors for it. When he shows up that is, which is about a fifty-fifty chance.

Arthur is labelled as lazy by a few of the Academy teachers due to his appalling attendance rate in some classes. But anyone who knows him would disagree. He is productive and active for a good portion of the day. He just doesn't spend his efforts on the Academy work alone.

◈ G o a l s
Despite often coming off as contradictory, Arthur has never felt as though he has swayed from his feelings and drives. He simply has and cannot still express them in a meaningful way. In short, Arthur feels an inherent wrongness with the current system making Academy attendance mandatory and the reputation those who oppose that are labelled with. He sees it as contradictory to restrict someone's freedom like that when the goal of the Liberation War was to free humanity. This is one of many bones he has to pick with the system, despite feeling support for it in general.

Arthur simply desires the respect necessary to be able to communicate these ideas and have people listen. But truthfully he wouldn't know what to say if he got it. He still doubts his convictions from time to time. If he was truly heard out, would people even agree?

◈ R e l a t i o n s
Harriette Everwood is Arthur's grandmother. Most of his rebellious streak was brought on by her stories and the things she taught him as a kid. He keeps semi-regular correspondence with her via letters.

Sullivan Belclaire (18) was another delinquent who Arthur spent time with while dodging the Academy recruiters. The two have not been in contact since Arthur was brought to the Academy.

The Willow Gang is a notorious school gang at the Academy known for causing trouble. It didn't take long for Arthur to join in the fun.

◈ "My gift isn't meant for fighting, it is to see the horizon and find out what lies beyond." ◈

◈ M y s t i c C l a s s i f i c a t i o n
Elementalist

◈ G i f t
Gift of the Gentle Winds



◈ M y s t i c C o d e
Arthur can control the air around him, speeding it up and manipulating its direction. His ability to control it is more subtle than historic figures with similar abilities. He struggles to summon strong currents and will use a considerable amount more stamina doing so. But he can manipulate smaller currents in larger areas for more extended periods.

His gift is incredibly versatile and has a variety of uses that he has only just begun experimenting with. Arthur will struggle to push a boulder or redirect a sword's swing. But manipulating smaller and lighter objects comes with ease. One trick he is particularly fond of is using a bunch of cloth which can make for a very manoeuvrable smoke screen in the air. This was a technique he used while avoiding Academy recruitment. It also bolsters his already adept flying skills and can help correct other objects (and people) in flight too.

◈ L i m i t a t i o n s a n d W e a k n e s s e s
Arthur can’t properly attack someone else or defend himself with wind unless using considerable effort. In a one-on-one fight, his best course of action is to rely on speed and fly away while barraging the chaser with a constant wind flow to tire them out. While it is effective, it depends on him being the faster combatant and assuming a fair fight.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Thanks for the clarification.

My idea is that his grandmother told him to run from the Academy recruitment due to losing her husband to the war. He initially did so leading to some time period (I'm flexible on how long that could realistically be) where he manifested his power and was brought into the Academy. He went around doing some petty thefts after that at which point some shady guy would have tried to recruit him to something. Only due to hearing about the myth would he have guessed its related to Daemons.

I want him to be a trouble maker but certainly not a bad person. He is conflicted between was he was told about the war as he grew up and the harsh reality of it that he learns from class. Rebel without a cause type of deal

Let me know if this is all good with you. Thanks

Edit: He would have gifts around wind and flying so he is a bit harder to catch if that helps. Also he would be in his second year so I plan for him to be more calmed down than what he would have been in his first. I don't want to be disruptive to the RP or anything, just have him be teen rebellious like stay out past curfew and things like that

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Thanks, I'll try to have something written up in a couple of days. I do have a few questions that I didn't pick up from my reading of the OOC and just want to confirm.

- Is being a Mystic a genetic thing/are you more likely to be a Mystic is a family member was one? Would you be likely to have a similar ability as them?
- While it is implied, is the academy a floating sky island? How much of the world consists of those?

My idea with the character is that he didn't sign up for about a year after his gift manifested. During that time he went on a spree of incredibly petty theft and all around being a public nuisance. During which time he did try getting recruited by a Daemon, but he rejected them.

- would be possible? I imagine there are some parts of the world where the Academy reach doesn't go as far and the Daemon academy tends to find more recruits?

- Would petty theft constitute someone being regarded as a Daemon. Because I would like to avoid that?

Sorry it's a lot of questions lol. Just wanting to make sure some of my core ideas are okay before I write up my concept.

Thanks