KazAlkemi

Night School *Looking for more players*

---

Daniil Sim

---

Interactions

@Prosaic

---

Daniil watched his roommate shift and watched his hands curl in. Daniil had learned observation when he started looking over the farm at night, making sure no animals got past the line and looking for the signs of when a predator was close to closing in. The night his family farm was attacked was the last time he ever let anything get past him; even with his anger getting in the way of him seeing straight.
"My family and I were attacked one night. I ended up getting bitten and the next day my sire came and took me away," he said simply. "That was a year ago and now I am here. Still trying to figure out if it's a good idea or not," he chuckled.
He kept his eyes on Valentino as he talked and gave him a slight smile.
"You ever decide you want to payback your ex for what he's done, you let me know." Daniil gave his roommate an award winning smile.
He was always a protective guy but the change made him more so, irrationally so. Daniil just met Valentino but he was ready to harm and potentially kill a vampire for him, without needing to think about it. In a way, it was Daniil's way of paying back the people for what happened to him.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

---

---

Cuyler Eysteinsson

---

Location: Traders’ Market

---

Cuyler wrote down Rowland’s desire for a fine mead in his shipping book so the young man wouldn’t forget. He would find him the finest mead in the Land of Lost Nights and bring him back two bottles.
As Cuyler was packing each item, Rowland expressed his interest in the ring, which was one of the first things Cuyler had packed for him so he handed it over to the elder gentleman quickly. The urgency to be gone was present and felt through most of the market now as people gradually began to notice the change with the tower and the heavy power of Magyk in the air. Cuyler held on tightly to the money he was handed and returned the ex-Extraordinary’s smile. He then looked to the man beside him and gave a nod of goodbye. Yule, Jarvis Yule. The Ordinary Wizard’s name finally came to Cuyler just before both men grasped arms and disappeared. Cuyler blinked a few times, clearing his eyes and then scanned to his left then right to see if they had merely jumped a few feet. Thia seemed to have the same idea as she slid underneath the table and trotted down a few feet left and then a few feet right, sniffing the air as she went before returning to Cuyler’s side. She sat down and looked up at him. Gone. She had come to the same conclusion he had.
They shook themselves out before Cuyler became the salesman once again and began pulling in last minute stragglers. His attention kept being pulled back to the tower but he didn’t seem to be the only one and soon he was having conversations with people trying to guess what it could mean. Cuyler knew he would get a better answer from Ayra herself at the coronation if they got a minute to catch up. But for now he continued to indulge the rumors the townsfolk and traders were coming up with.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

---

---

Cuyler Eysteinsson

---

Location: Traders’ Market

---

Cuyler was stunned for a moment by Rowland’s generosity. He took hold of the charm, staring at it for a minute while he processed what Rowland had just offered him. The words of the old Wizard’s companion circled in Cuyler’s head and jerked him back into his past. He saw his sister through the eyes of his youth and the destruction of his village. The fire, the smoke and the screaming of people running for their lives and the sounds of dying. The images were still vivid but Cuyler wondered if what he saw today is what truly happened then. He was the only survivor, so his account was the only one he knew.
Cuyler bowed deeply to Rowland.
”Your generosity is greatly appreciated.” Cuyler stood back up and held his head high. Though emotion layered his voice from the memories and Rowland’s kind acts, he remained strong. The pain he felt from the loss of his family was a driving force in his life and he would use it to avenge his family. ”If there is anything that either of you require from The Land of Lost Nights at any time, do let me know and I will secure it for you.” Cuyler didn’t necessarily feel like he owned them - Rowland was doing this out of the kindness in his heart - but the young man liked to treat others with the respect they deserved, especially when they showed it to him.
He tucked the charm into a pocket on his belt before stepping up to the table and scanned his wares, looking for something with Arya in mind. There was a wood carving that was set aside for her, but he wanted to give that to her personally. Instead, Cuyler scanned the jeweled items and pulled a few. Unsure what Arya desired most for her jewelry, Cuyler presented a few items. The first was a handcrafted necklace. The second was a locket made out of emerald and pure silver, a pair of earrings and finally a ring. Each item represented a portion of The Land of Lost Nights and remained true to the culture and their stories.
”Real emeralds in each item,” Cuyler informed the gentlemen. ”To bring out her eyes.”
Next to the purple she had to wear, Cuyler took notice of the green Arya tried to wear and it truly did bring out the uniqueness in the colour of her eyes. Cuyler’s eyes may be green as well but the green of the Wizards’ eyes was singularly theirs’.
”If I were the one to pick, I would lean closer to the necklace or the ring,” Cuyler supplied. He knew the maker of the necklace well and it’s craftsmanship was impeccable, the ring however was an attention grabber.
In all honesty, the young man could see the ExtraOrdinary Wizard wearing any one of these items and as if the image of her would be strengthened in his mind he turned to look again at the Wizard Tower but what he saw now caused him to lose his train of thought.
Cuyler took a step, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the tower. The changes were noticeable even to the common folk. No longer just a symbol of Magyk, the Tower itself looked like a fortress. There was an exceptional purple colour surrounding the tower and the rising sun now glinted off hundreds of bars and metal slabs covering all the windows.
”What do you suppose…” Cuyler knew it couldn’t be good but he managed to pull his eyes from the Tower and looked back to the Ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard and his friend.
Whispers were already starting around the Market as people began to take notice and Thia had walked over and nudged Cuyler’s leg; she had felt the change as well.
”I do think our time is to be cut short. Allow me to wrap up these items and whichever you choose to gift to Ayra, you may then pay me for,” Cuyler said, already moving to wrap the items in fabric and box them separately. Receiving payment wasn’t a current concern for the young Northern Trader.
Whatever required the Wizard Tower to be locked down shouldn’t be taken lightly. The young man knew Ayra’s temperament and skill level; therefore, he understood that this was no daily occurrence.
It was possible that this was in preparation for the upcoming coronation but something deeper told Cuyler it wasn’t. He only hoped his closest friend was alright.

Night School *Looking for more players*

Interactions

@Prosaic@sassy1085

---

Daniil Sim

---

Daniil chuckled and shook his head.
"You do not have to worry about me sticking around with bleeding in the room. I do recommend however, that if I spontaneously start bleeding in this room that you take whatever you value and leave as it may not be intact by the time I am done."
Daniil's control had gotten much better in the last little while and he did have better control with dealing with his own bleeding but others was still a bit of a struggle. This school would hopefully help with that. His pack and leader were good with teaching Daniil and he learned a lot from them but they wanted him to come here to learn more. Even though there was some unknown feud between the two races, anyone Daniil came across seemed to be in agreeance with the idea of a school where the newly turned ones were confined together.
It through him for a loop. Being in this castle for just an hour was already making his skin crawl. The tension he felt between the races was palpable and unfortunately the animalistic desire to be dominant that came from his race was the most overpowering. Daniil guessed that most of the fighting would end up being werewolf on werewolf.
"Anything else or can I ask how you ended up here?" Daniil gestured to the whole of the vampire.
Daniil liked him, oddly enough. He seemed laid back enough that there shouldn't be to much of a problem so his curiosity was starting to get the best of him.

---

Zabella Tamlin

---

Zabella rose an eyebrow as she watched her roommate settle in. Not much of a talker either huh? Well, Zabella could deal with that. She was pretty quiet herself. The other bonus of this roommate, Vampire. At least Zabella could sleep comfortably knowing that her roommate was of the same race.
She flipped her own art book open, picked up a pencil and began to sketch out a memory. Art had always been Zabella's thing and despite all she went through with it, it was comforting to her and her release. Lesson's would be starting soon and Zabella wasn't entirely sure how much free time she would have to draw or paint so she was going to take this opportunity of her roommate's silence to do just that.

Night School *Looking for more players*

Gotta get through the interactions and have the characters get a feel for each other. Then posts tend to flow a bit better.

Night School *Looking for more players*

@Kaesus Mine is 14 so that would be nice for potential friendships.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

---

---

Cuyler Eysteinsson

---

Location: Traders’ Market

---

Cuyler smiled politely and nodded, gesturing in front of him before sweeping his arms out to encompass the whole table.
"Everything you see here has come from the Land of Lost Nights. The wood carvings are of my own creation, while everything else here has been created by those who can no longer travel but still wish to keep their craft alive," he explained to the aging Wizard and his friend.
Cuyler moved off to the side to let the gentlemen exam his wares without being pressured or shadowed. He learned from a young age to give the basic information and give space to potential buyers. No one liked to feel pressured. He glanced further into the Traders' Market to see if he could see how young Halvor was doing from here. Not having a good angle, Cuyler grabbed a stool and sat down.
"Arya Rincewind, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard," Cuyler stated. It sounded like Cuyler was to launch into some great epic about the young Wizard and her greatest achievements. A genuine grin crossed his face, reaching his green eyes and he looked back to his customers.
"We met at a Traders' Market a few years ago. Well actually, Thia met her," Cuyler said and as if Thia heard her name, she came bounding back through the crowd. Her tail was held high and she proudly sported a chuck of meat. Rabbit, by the smell of it as she neared. She came up and set it gently down on the cleanest patch of stone, before she went to greet Cuyler's prospective buyers. Cuyler chuckled, "She truly is my greatest asset. Anyways, I noticed Thia pushing a woman towards my table and called her off. The woman looked quite shocked by Thia's forwardness, so I began to apologize profusely until I saw who it was. I'll confess I was not the most, welcoming after that. My family was killed when I was younger and I am convinced Magyk is behind it." Cuyler instinctively reached up and rubbed his late sisters arm band. It hung on a chain around his neck and he would habitually check that it was still there.
Thia, sensing her companion's mood change, came over and nudged his hand until he scratched her favourite spot. Right between her ears. She moved off after she was satisfied and began to eat while Cuyler finished his tale.
"Your apprentice is of a very strong mind and was quite determined to, educate me on Wizards'. She didn't give me much choice but to listen as she set me straight."
Cuyler smiled, his eyes seeming to light up at the still fresh memory. To him, it could have happened yesterday. Arya was always willing to set his mind straight and Cuyler had a habit of pushing Arya's buttons. He enjoyed her reactions.
Cuyler looked over to the Wizard Tower again. He was looking forward to seeing his friend after these many months away.

Night School *Looking for more players*

---

Daniil Sim

---

Interactions

@Prosaic

---

Daniil eyed his roommate curiously as he stepped further into the room. He seemed civil enough so Daniil rolled his shoulders back and tried to relax. In all honesty, Dan had no reason to be against vampires - other than it seemed hot wired into all werewolves brains - so he tossed his bag onto a bed and sat down.
"Daniil, or Dan and guidelines would be a very good thing," Daniil agreed.
Valentino was Italian; obviously. As long as he didn't start sparkling, Dan wouldn't have a problem with his stereotypical nature. What was it with Vampires having this air of stealth and utter stillness about them? It was unnerving.
Daniil pushed himself up from the bed, feeling that stillness settling over his skin and had to start moving to get that itch scratched.
"Guideline or rule number one, no sparkling before ten pm." Daniil was very much a 'morning person' so it honestly wouldn't bother him if Val rose early. He may not make any noise but being a werewolf you could sense that, off-ness of another creature moving around.

Night School *Looking for more players*

@sassy1085 Hurry up roomie lol.

Night School *Looking for more players*

---

Daniil Sim

---

The weirdest thing for Daniil was going to be going to school at night. Never mind the vampires who looked like they had something bad smelling under their nose or the other werewolves who all looked like body builders (including the females), this night school thing was going to be different. Daniil was use to rising with the moon now but he had taken on watching over the pack's home while they went out and finishing up his schooling via correspondence. He would be back in school now and he wasn't sure which he preferred.
Surprisingly he felt good about the vampire headmaster and amused by the werewolf headmistress. It seemed that the attitude thing didn't go away with age or experience. Excellent.
Daniil stood along the perimeter of the room - along with most of the other werewolves - while the headmaster spoke on what the school was, a little of their classes and rules. He glanced around the room frequently, a habit that was apparently hard to break.
They were finally dismissed and Daniil waited until the room was nearly cleared before he walked out and climbed the main stairs to the hallway containing his room number.
Along the way he chatted with a few werewolves, already feeling comfortable with them as they cracked jokes. There would always be the dominance thing that was a natural instinct for them but Daniil felt more comfortable being everyone's friend rather than the out right - quote, un-quote - alpha.
He stopped outside his room - noting the door was already opened - and walked in to greet his roommate.
Vampire. Great.
The hair on the back of Daniil's neck instinctively stood on end as he gripped his bag.

"Well hello there roomie," Daniil greeted.

---

Zabella Tamlin

---

Zabella handed over her registration packet to Professor Tallet and eyed her curiously as she went over the information. This was the first werewolf Zabella was laying eyes on and other than a minor tingling forming over her arms, she wasn't overly concerned by them. What was the big deal anyway?
She looked over her dorm room assignment and class list once the professor handed it over. She moved on, walking back out of the room, keeping her eyes forward and followed Professor Tallet's instructions to the assembly room. There were more werewolves in here and vampires. Next to Zabella's sire, she only knew two other vampires and she wished she never met them either. The bonus of being in a room filled with vampires was the fact that they were all freshly turned as well.
Once she found a spot to stand, near some of the other paler looking people she crossed her arms and focused on the teachers up front. Each teacher held a certain amount of confidence within their form and each had a separate personality. Zabella found this quite intriguing. As Headmaster Lucianus finished up the welcoming speech, Z allowed her eyes to wander to the other new students in the room. From what she could see, she seemed to be the youngest here. That could be okay. She also noticed that there was a large amount of people trying to keep to the outside of the group as much as possible.
They were dismissed and Zabella slipped trough the crowd until she near the front of the queue and moved out of the room and down to her dorm room. Zabella didn't have many things. Just her art supplies and one other outfit. She wondered if there was someplace near to get clothes. She had a feeling she may need some with the training classes.
She reached the wooden door and slipped her hand around the cool metal handle, twisting and then pushed the door open. No one was inside so Z stepped freely in. She kicked the door shut with her left foot and allowed a grin to cross her features for a moment. Zabella picked the bed by the window and instantly set her small amount of things up, claiming that side of the room. She laid her class schedule out on one of the desks and sat down, looking it over.
She was most looking forward to the training classes but she was also grateful for the literature classes. Not that she thought it would be a problem here, but Zabella never had a public education. She could barely read or write beyond the basics and she didn't want to be looked at like a complete child.