Legion02

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Legion02

Do it more like a slow build gradually getting stronger as he makes it. But first, he would need to learn how to do that, naturally.

So I would say go to the enchanting teacher first.

@Spirit

Awesome! So who's the enchanting teacher...?

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Charles Aldaner

Charles Aldane

_{{ "Let them writhe in the mud. Let them think they matter." }}

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| {Full Name} |

Charles Alexander Aldane

| {Nickname} |

None, those who dare call him by any nickname are swiftly dealt with.

| {Date of Birth} |

Fifht of May

| {Age} |

For vampires, put their real age along with their apparent age. Anyone else, whatever age you choose is fine but nothing under 16.

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Sexuality} |

Hetero

| {Relationship Status} |

Single (widower, technically)

| {Role} |

Vampire Elder

| {Occupation} |

Aldane United Offices Head of Advisors

| {Face Claim} |

Bill Nighy

| {Dialogue Color} |

9e0b0f

| {Appearance} |

Even as a vampire, Charles looks ancient. With his receeding hairline and combed back, sandy blonde hair. The age is very appparent in his face as well, showing slight signs of rimples and other features of aging. Still, age has done little to make him less stern. A hard scowl comes very natural to him. His general height, 6'2" also makes him rather menacing. It is, however, his crippling cold voice that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind: Charles is an Elder and he demands respect. As an ancient Elder, Charles depends mostly on his supernatural abilities for physical confrontations. Meaning he choses not to look quite muscular. Just to lure the fools in so he can finish them in one, fell attack.

He dresses, what most would call, conservative. Though those with less respect inclined: old. Maybe even ancient. He's quite fond of the long mantles and doubles from the middle ages. In prive he'll wear them in the colors of the night. On street, however, he'll dress a little more timely. As in, he'll dress like he's in the 1900s. Still old and formal, but quite less prone to attracting unwanted attention.

Deep in the dungeons of his mansion there is a coffin in which he keeps his armor. This armor, forged many years ago, is still of good quality. Every year, at a random chosen night, he'll take it out for maintenance. He wears it when a war starts. In other words: if you see him in it and you're not a vampire, run like hell.

| {Habits & Quirks} |

For an immortal, Charles still cares quite a bit about his appearance. While the suits might be old-looking, they are well maintained. By himself. A habit spawned from ancient times, where people had to take care of their gear themselves.

Maybe not so much a quirk as an annoying happening: Charles might forget your name. Or he might flat out never have registered it. For vampires, this won't happen often over time. Powerful witches won't be called by a wrong name. But werewolves and normal humans he does not converse with on a daily basis, they will have to do something extraordinary to get their names engraved in Charles' mind. He doesn't do it to insult people (though he doesn't really care if he does), he just doesn't care enough most of the time.

As part of his nature, Charles with expose his fangs and licks them if he's hungry for blood. This never just happens as Charles is fairly adapt at containing his own urges. However, he oftentimes let it 'slip' when talking to a witch. Just to remind her that to him, she can be a very tasty snack.

| {Hobbies} |

Playing the piano and organ. Quite ironic, he finds. But Charles is very good with a piano. In fact, he has a vast collection of pianos stored away. While in the main hall he keeps a large church organ. One of his favorite past times is playing haunting tunes as it storms, timing the flashes and playing with the howling wind. In a fit of madness, he might even demand certain windows to be opened and closed.

Hunting. A harsh and cruel monument to certain events in the past, Charles can still be seen often on horse-back with a pack of hounds with a few fellow vampires. Ready to ride into the summer woods to hunt foxes and other small game. However, Charles does not back down from large game like deer or even a boar. Game that can fight are especially his favorite, as he fights them bare-handed. Stating animals always put up such a good fight compared to humans.

Gathering Vampiric history. Vampires are, by their very nature, ancient. This means that they've been around for quite some time. Charles is obsessed with the history of his own kin. Going from the Egyptian priests of death to the infamous (but largely made up story) of Dracula, Charles gathers icons and symbols of his kin and their interaction with werewolves, witches and humans. He showcases these in an occult-looking museum in his own mansion at Salem.

He will feed his blood slaves various meals and let them participate in various activities before he feeds upon them. He does this because, just like in a fine wine, the blood tastes different. In a way, Charles is trying to create a delicious taste of blood. Though this makes introducing his blood slaves rather inhumane. For example: he might refer to one of them as: 'the Southern Italian'. Refering to the kind of diet a blood slave is put on.

Gathering dues. Especially from witches, whose variety of abilities can serve as a great boon. In a way, Charles can be seen as the devil in disguise. He preys upon the lone and the exiled. He promises them what they want: wealthy, fame, love. But in return they must give him a vial of their blood. Which is more symbolic than anything else really. If Charles has a vial with your name on it, know that someday he will come knocking on your door. And when he does, you better open.

| {Likes} |

Freshly killed game
Warm summer nights
Terrible storms
Metal music
Classical music
A fine meal
Material wealth
Schemes

| {Dislikes} |

Garlic - It doesn't burn or repel him. He just finds it disgusting and can't stand the smell.
Autumn & Spring
Vermin
Demands
Short-sighted people
Holier-than-though people
To much attention

| {Fears} |

That his secret will be known to his enemies so they can abuse it.

Vampires (especially his vampiric line) being threatened and killed off.

The supernatural world being exposed towards the whole world.

| {Secrets} |

What secrets does Charles not have? The man lived for more than a millenia, so obviously he carries around his own bag of corpses. There are many things Charles swept under the rug. But there is one, one he will keep secret for everyone but his closest children. A secret that is so deeply rooted in him, that it can completely control him if handled right.

He had a half-sister. Long, long ago. As a human. A bastard daughter born from his father. Even though she was never legitimized, it was the only family member back then that cared an inkling about him (as he was the youngest child and she the daughter of a local maid). On his father's deathbed, the man confessed. Even before this confession did Charles love her very much. After that, he swore he'd do everything to protect her. His oldest brother refused to acknowledge her but still, she had it easier than other maids. However, Charles eventually was send out to a war. When he returned he found that his half-sister was murdered. Her daughter was gone too. After many years, Charles never found her again, but he did find her family.

Since then, Charles has kept that one certain family (the McKains) safe. Often from the shadows. Their house was never broken into and quite often a mysterious donation was made. Charles claims that the beauty of his sister flows through the female line. And when another child is born that looks just like her, he often gets in closer. Becoming an old friend to the family. Paying tuition and putting up good worse. Since 1700 Charles can sometimes be seen in the backgrounds of portraits and recently, in some very old pictures. Recently a female grew up by the name of Amelia and almost like a prophecy, she looks like his sister. Once more Charles is carefully approaching the family.

| {Abilities} |

As an elder, his abilities are quite a bit stronger than that of a newborn vampire. He moves a little faster and hits a little stronger. However, his true talent rests in him compelling others. After years of experimentation, practice and studying human psychology and physiology, Charles is the closest damn thing to a mind-bender. In days he can make people addicted to him and his bite or spill the truth. If you give him enough time to interrogate his subject, they will talk eventually.

| {Limitations} |

Charles lacks any hand-to-hand training. He has a history of fighting with a sword but once it comes to fighting a vampire or werewolf, he will need to depend entirely on his innate strenght. A weakness to be sure, as anyone who did martial arts can easily use his strength against him.

| {Personality} |

♦ Protective ♦ Tyranical ♦ Balanced ♦ Aloft ♦

Charles is a great many things. To common humans he often looks like the staple image of old money. Finely dressed, polite but with an aura of greatness about him. He even invokes a sense of noblesse oblige. As he often talks about donating to various charities and doesn’t shy away from throwing a fundraiser for the right causes. However, when it’s time to work he’s all business. He’d never yell at you, he doesn’t need to. If you do right you’ll be praised with soft words and a pad on the shoulder. Screw up and you will feel icy punishment. Those that let him down know that his soft voice can be worse than any yell.

In his supernatural life he is this and so much more. Pragmatic and protective of his coven, he will do everything to ensure their safety and the safety of vampirism in general. He employs a very Machiavellian mindset for this. As the end justify the means. Which often make him appear ruthless but very, very effective at what he does. However, as he pushes his kin further, he also demands absolute loyalty and blind obedience. A few vampires have risked questioning his decisions. To those, they swiftly saw their favor evaporate. Still, his decisions are generally for the greater good.

If not actively managing the coven, Charles can be a very open and inventive person. Always trying something new. Immortality had delivered him with boredom in the past. But he knew that if he let it rule him, he’d perish. Thus Charles has a great many ways to spent his time. Playing the piano, creating a nice blood-taste in one of his slaves or hunting on small game. He’s quite open during those activities and talks about his life. Or rather, the last 400 years of it.

His personality comes from his extreme old age. Charles has done it all. He has gone obsessed with power, running amok in the wilderness. He has partied like there was no tomorrow, getting drunk on blood and wine. He’s been with more women than most men can handle in a single life time. But he has also walked through the valley of darkness. For years he fought depression and suicide. When he thought there was nothing left to live for. Of course, suicide for a vampire is a bit trickier. Eventually he realized that whatever he thought that was beyond him was just in his head. Immortality erased all limits, in the long run. This realization re-ignited his heart. A few decades later and he was ruling a small country for a time. Of course, time made him flee the place. Immortality was also a bit of a curse. He had become sick of life and drunk on power. He was terrible and benevolent. Charles had been everything and more. Even almost mad. But now, after 2 millennia have passed, Charles’ personality eventually balanced out completely.

| {Place of Origin} |

On the island of Sicily in the Mediterranean, in the Empire of Rome

| {Background} |

Born in a Roman noble family, Charles (who then went by the name of Maximus) was given quite a few opportunities but also had quite some responsibilities. As the youngest son of the family, he was tasked with taking care of his elders. And while he received formal education in writing, history and philosophy, he would never inherit the villa or the family’s prestige. That was something reserved for his older brother: Brutus. When their father got incredibly ill, Brutus was groomed to take over the family as patriarch. While Charles had to take care of his dying father. He did so and was thus the only person to hear the final words of their father. He admitted that he had an affair with one of the maids. The daughter of said maid, a great friend of Charles, was actually his half-sister. This shifted Charles’ focus entirely. Not only was the daughter a great friend but now she was family. Family that apparently cared more about him than his real one. So vowed to protect her. Years went by and Charles grew older. His brother Brutus was making a jump towards Senator. To show the family’s dedication to the Republic, Charles was ordered to become officer in the army. He joined the campaign for Gaul and in doing so, brought glory to his family. But when he returned, he was shocked.

His half-sister was murdered. Her child given away for adoption. The night of his discovery, a figure appeared. Promising vengeance. Charles accepted the proposal and vanished that night. A decade later Senator Brutus was found slaughtered in his countryside villa, together with almost his entire family. But the offer did not come cheap. Charles, after extracting his vengeance, was sworn to his sire for 3 centuries. There were some darker demands in those centuries and Charles’ hands certaintly weren’t clean. When his paid his dues, he returned to Rome. By chance or fate he met a girl that was the spitting image of his half-sister. A bit of research led him to believe that the daughter’s line continued on. He swore he’d protect it and through the ages, that is exactly what he did.

Centuries past and Charles was responsible for a great many things. He had negotiated with hunters, destroyed hostile covens and even chased packs all around Europe. In the 1600s it was safe to say that Charles had built himself quite a network. But he failed his oath. He had protected the half-sister’s line through time. Every now and then he come a bit closer to the family. Sometimes he is even named in a diary. Eventually the family went to find a new life away from Europe and Charles followed. The family settled in Boston and Charles made Salem the home of his operations. Spreading vampirism through the new world. While he certainty wasn’t the only Elder to be in the Americas, it was clear that there were a lot more opportunities. In fact, after killing a few of the local Elders, Charles’ European brethren quickly came to evenly rule the US and Canada. The elders were slaughtered upon ‘invitation’ of the European hunters. Who received the tips and knowledge to slaughter them from Charles and several other Elders. However, the Hunters proved to be a dangerous weapon. A double edged sword. When the local, native American elders were dealt with, they turned against Charles’ brethren. Salem was not the start. But it was the peak and Charles lost nearly half his coven to the Trials. He fled for New York (which was, back then still New Amsterdam) and established a new base of operations. Realizing the hunters were far more competent and uncontrollable than he anticipated, he started what he will forever call: ‘pruning the hedge’. He knows that hunters are like sharks. If they smell blood, they go in for the kill. But with too many, they are piranhas. Without them the witches and packs would prosper though. Probably prosper a little bit too much. So Charles decided that a few hunters in the world wouldn’t hurt anyone. Too many would be dangerous.
After the witch trials, he began killing off a few hunter families. Slowly. Sometimes he didn’t even send his own vampires. Humans, opposed to other supernatural, were quite willing to do Charles’ bidding. As long as he offered enough money. So instead of using the hunters as his weapon, he began to establish himself amongst the humans. So they would become his blade. They were a lot more willing and never really cared why he wanted a place shot up. As long as he kept paying in gold. Charles established a nice front towards the human world in the form of ‘Aldane United Offices’. A fusion between banking, lobbying and legal. Aldana’s “immortal guidance since the 1800s” made sure they are a very established corporation these days. Charles remains on the background and spends quite a bit of time in Salem. Keeping a finger on all the pulses he can get.

| {Extra} |

Anything else we need to know about said character? Make sure you've read the rules, too.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Spirit So... I'm gonna be the ass that starts asking the questions.

Alexander's first goal is to make an Arcane Focus. I was thinking on letting him enchant and imbue his blank book and thus make sort of a Spellbook Focus. (which in the future would be enchanted more and decorated as well). Would this be allowed? If so, is there a place in the town where one could buy certain items (like maybe gems or something) to increase the enchanting and such?

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

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Interacting with: Shamir_{@Letter Bee}

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Alex jolted up from his slumber as the explosive noise shot through the courtyard. He was among the many slumbering from the long journey. Awake and well, he moved to hear what the lady had to say. Finally, the great gate opened and let him inside. He had tried yesterday but the tower was locked tight. As he walked into the tower, he was immediately overwhelmed with the cheer size of the halls inside. That sensation did not vanish when they entered the library. He instantly knew he'd spent hours if not days wrapped in those books. The smell of old paper lead his mind astray as he imagined what knowledge was buried here. He also wondered if there was less 'natural' knowledge to be find. Surely some wizard somewhere would have the same ideas as he had?

But then Lady Miatri said something that recaptured Alexander's attention. She mentioned Astioth. The Archmage of the Great Arcanium. The man Alexander had a thousand questions for. Sadly, he was not around. In fact, apparently he was far too busy. But what followed almost sounded like a challenge. Alexander figured he would be too inexperienced yet to meet the great Archmage. For now, books and teachers would feel his curiously appetite. But maybe in the future, maybe when he had learned enough he'd search out the Archmage.

As they marched back into the library, after a short visit to the wing holding the baths and cafeteria, Alexander's mind made him absorb all of his surroundings. With his head clearly in the clouds he kept looking left and right. Until, of course, he bumped into one of the little otters. "Oh I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. But the little creature would have nothing of it. It squeaked and waved its little fist at him. "Hey, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that. What now that isn't required. Hey... do you understand me? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

If the little creature understood him, then it was far too busy being angry to show him. Eventually he went some other way, squeaking all the way with frustration. As Alexander looked at him going. Feeling genuinely guilty that he bumped into the little creature. Maybe he'd find some kibble to give it to the otter. If they ate it. And if he could find said otter. But he was left with a question. Did they understand him? If so, could they help him find certain books about certain subjects? But Alexander wasn't given the time to ponder as the group of students was led on. Until they reached the teacher's wing.

Attending Destruction Magic teacher? Alexander immediately looked wide eyed at Master Taihlier. A dark elf no less! The young prince stored the Master's mental image. Alex immediately felt a feverish fire burning. Destruction Magic was one of the arts he came to study. His father wanted it, but his brother would need it. Tyrania was gearing up for conquest. Everyone knew it. The only thing holding them up was the promise of Alexander's ruinous power. He couldn't come back as a petty fire mage or something. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to overpower and dominate. In the depth of his heart, he already wished someone great like Master Taihlier or Lady Miatri to be his assigned master.

A mage duel? Well, it served as a good presentation of everyone's powers. For a moment, even Alexander could feel the tension. But then the battle began. And he called it a battle, which he disliked. Neither forces felt like they were dominating the field. Certainty Lady Miatri was in control, but Alexander couldn't shake the feeling that she was somewhat holding back. She countered gracefully, but there was no utter domination of the fight. Maybe she wanted to make clear what the rules were without making the fight too serious. But Alexander knew that his style of fighting wouldn't be like that of the brothers. He didn't plan on jumping and moving around. No, he'd anchor himself to the ground. Protect himself with wards of dark magic as he released the strongest spells he knew.

As a young guy, how could Alexander not grin as the Head-Mistress told them to stay in their rooms after curfew. They were young, so he'd imagine that rule to be broken on occasion. Though it wouldn't be him who did it thought. He couldn't imperil his future. When the Head-Mistress released them and left them to their own devices, Alexander sprinted towards his assigned chamber. He noticed the finely wrought crow's head door knob and took a moment to marvel at the fine craftsmanship. Back in Tyrinia, such finely crafted object would be worth quite a bit of gold. Yet here it seemed to be standard issue.

Unlike most others, Alexander did not come with a collection of books. Sure, he had some knowledge but most of it was informal and he remembered that. He didn't take any books with him because he didn't think he'd need them. And he felt like he was right. There were clearly plenty of books to be read in the library. What he did have was a few empty books, some quills and ink. Alexander was prepared to copy quite some knowledge into those blank books. Further he had his clothes. Not too many but enough to at least be presentable. But that was it. Alexander figured that if he required things, resources or anything else, he could just go out into the town and buy them.

After quickly observing his room, he took a blank book, quill, ink and quickly made his way back towards the library. Obviously there was no time to waste. But before he could get back to the books, he was stopped by Shamir's introduction. Alexander raised an eyebrow when the strange person before him introduced himself as a usurped prince. Wasn't that a rather dangerous thing to do? Maybe Shamir felt that he could trust a fellow royal.

"Thanks you that you would... trust me with this. And for willing to swallow your own personal qualms. I'm sorry that you see my country and my father as infamous." he was sincere when he apologized. He didn't like Tyrania to be infamous. He wanted it to be the heart of progressiveness. A place for a better life for everyone. Of course, some rumors had escaped that a certain quantity of undead had seen walking around. Luckily his father was capable to disassociate Alexander from the events. Mostly. Maybe some teachers here would know but the vast population just kept feeding the rumor mill and play the guessing game.

"I can't talk for my father but I know he is a very busy man. In a few years, that won't change." Alexander said, referring to the obvious threat of invasion. Everyone knew that Tyrania was a heavily militarized kingdom these days. "And I'm afraid his influence will have little effect so far." Alexander followed up, feeling rather guilty. Here stood a person who was willing to swallow his pride and qualms to seek out aid. But Alexander knew he couldn't give it. "So how about we just start out as friends?" he followed up, smiling and extending his hand for Shamir to shake.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

@Letter Bee@Legion02
Boy, Shamir doesn't waste any time does he?

Can't blame him. Soon as Isilfarrel finds out who Alex is, she's gonna be very interested in meeting Alex's father.

hostile takeover/coup of the Elvish lands with her as the leader? Yes please.

@Rune_Alchemist

Man, bring it! WIZARD WAAAARRRRSSSSSS

@Letter Bee No problems and such. However, I gotta go back to work now so post will be for a few hours from now. Which will also serve as introduction post for Alex so it will be quite length. Which means it's gonna take a bit...

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I'm waiting for Queen Roshlyn to give a response before I make Will butt in.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

Alexander of Tyrania

Character Name: Alexander of Tyrania
Age: 17
Race: Human

Chosen Schools of Magic:

Dark Magic
Summoning Magic
Destruction Magic: Fire
Magical Theory

Alignement: Chaotic Good

Appearance:

Alexander takes a lot after his mother. With black hair and gentle, green eyes. Many would mistake him for someone else. But while his mother was certaintly sunkissed, Alexander is pale like the midnight moon. He often dresses in black robes, which certaintly unnerve those who misjudge him. The robes have a certain level of ornate decoration and enchantments worked into the fabric. Fitting for an apprentice like him. But maybe less fitting for an actual Prince.

Magical Talents

Maybe it was the bloody circumstance of his birth? Or the environment he grew up in. Maybe it was even the dark elf heritage he has on his mother’s side. What does it matter? Darkness greatly favors Alexander. It manifests, in its purest form as Achlys. A dark, corrupted version of Aether. Basically, while most people use mana/aether to fuel their spells, Alexander (subconsciously) uses Achlys. This makes any Dark Magic spells quite powerful. Necromancy also greatly benefits off Achlys. More neutral inclined magic like fire or wind will also be corrupted. Fires will burn hotter but extinguish quicker. Wind will not be stable but work in gusts.

Weakness:

The limitation of Achlys is that it cannot be used in conjunction with light, holy or life magic. Meanign that no matter what happens, Alexander will never be able to heal or cure anyone. He will be capable at destroying but he will never create. Such is the curse of Achlys. (this also means that while he can make constructs using necromancy, creating constructs using earth or metal magic is far more difficult.

Is it a weakness? Or a gift beyond the veils of understanding? A curse maybe? Whatever it is, Alexander knows there is something more.
Sometimes he hears things. When he was young it was random noises. Ever so soft. But they got louder. Random sounds strung together.
Now he hears whispers. Faint spoken words just beyond his understanding.

Personality

Alexander is actually quite a sweet and gentle boy. He has no innate ill feelings towards anyone and refuses to believe in things like racism. He often tries to help people grow in their own ways. This need to help and even protect stems from his youth. Where he, his brothers and the many sons and daughters of the company’s officers had to band together to survive. But for Alexander, it goes deeper. He saw the people suffer. Not only in war but in their day to day lives. He saw farmers with broken backs as well as severed limbs. The boy tried to help, but what could one person do? Still, to this day, Alexander prefers to make friends and help them than make arbitrary enemies. Of course, this makes him a bit of a push-over sometimes over minor things. You can quite easily get from him what you want.

Of course, things go deeper. Alexander will protect his friends. Even with his life if must. But he also adopted the necessary concept of the greater good. There is more to this world than him and his friends. If he wants a better world, then he must be willing to make sacrifices for it. It might be a little hypocritical but he will refuse to put himself on the altar though. Instead, he will give up a friend if must. But only if must. He is also extremely pragmatic, refusing to blindly believe every dogmatic teaching he ever had. This often translate in sometimes doubting what his teacher says and dig for a deeper truth.

While a bit of a push-over and even a little naïve, Alexander can be highly competitive. He knows that because of his ‘condition’, he can’t heal or effectively support anyone. Furthermore, his father and brother do need him to fight in the coming conquests. In other words, Alexander must be able to fight. More importantly, he must deliver the army he promised. Therefor he must become strong and powerful. This is the reason he spent days practicing and reading. He doesn’t gather knowledge for the sake of knowledge. He seeks to find applicable wisdom so he can completely overpower his opponents. Now his opponents are just his rivals. But in a few years, they will be true enemies. He knows he must be prepared. Therefor in a practice match, he might go a bit over the top and take it too serious.

Character flaws

As said, he's quite friendly and sometimes even borderline naïve. He will find it strange that some people will dislike him no matter what. This also makes him trusting the wrong people sometimes. Not with an incredibly amount of trust. He works with the idea of: trust until proven otherwise.

Character History

Born from a mercenary warlord and a random tavern wench his father doesn’t even remember, Alexander’s early life was quite predictable. He was rarely cared for by the camp followers and at a young age he had to fend for himself. Instead of working on his own, however, the children of the officers banded together. He and his brothers worked in groups to steal, trick and buy food. However, as they got older, their father began to care a lot more about them. His older brother joined his father on the battlefield soon enough. The family moved from village to village. Fighting a bloody civil war for the local king. Eventually his father got his due. A lordship title and a piece of land. The brothers could finally rest at a small castle.

Except there was little rest. Alexander, showing his proficiency and interest in magic, was loaded up with tomes. His younger brother, the sneaky bastard, joined more hunts than most adults could ever boast of in their lifetime. The eldest was groomed in the art of the sword and the map. It was clear that their father had a purpose for each and it filled them all with pride when their father gave them the acceptance they craved. When Alexander turned 14, the inevitable happened. Their father revolted against the king. A long and terrible war raged for 3 years. Costing the lives of many farmers. While his father and brother were gone, Alexander had to rule over the castle. After the first year, bands of peasants came more and more often. Begging the little lord for scraps or help in their fields.

Eventually Alexander couldn’t bear the burden and the guilt of doing nothing. He acted. He raised a group of skeletons. Instead of using the undead to slaughter the living, he used them as mindless puppets, helping the farmers. Of course, the first few times the skeletons helped on the fields, farmers were dismayed. Having believed their entire life that the undead were something to be afraid of and to be shunned. But eventually the advantage of having them outweighed their fear. The lands that Alexander shortly “ruled” prospered despite the war. When his father returned, he too was first dismayed to see the unliving working the fields. But his father was a practical man.

He saw opportunity where others would be blinded by fear. He talked to his son, asked him what he wanted to do. When his father was certain that Alexander was not like any other necromancer, he realized that this would be a tool for greatness. You see, he had won the war and established himself as king. He even renamed it to the Kingdom of Tyrania. But he realized that the kingdom needed to heal. More importantly, the coup was far from popular amongst the neighbors and even the distant kingdoms. Alexander’s father has supported several other coups, letting systems that were against him be overthrown by more sympathetic rulers. In his grand scheme, the Kingdom of Tyrania would raise his oldest son as a conquerer.

After another long talk, Alexander was send for the Arcanium. He was allowed to study there and everything would be paid for. But in return he would have to bring the key to the conquest. In whatever shape it would take. Alexander was to come home bearing a weapon that could topple nations.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

Alexander of Tyrania

Character Name: Alexander of Tyrania
Age: 17
Race: Human

Chosen Schools of Magic:

Dark Magic
Summoning Magic
Destruction Magic: Fire
Magical Theory

Alignement: Chaotic Good

Appearance:

Alexander takes a lot after his mother. With black hair and gentle, green eyes. Many would mistake him for someone else. But while his mother was certaintly sunkissed, Alexander is pale like the midnight moon. He often dresses in black robes, which certaintly unnerve those who misjudge him. The robes have a certain level of ornate decoration and enchantments worked into the fabric. Fitting for an apprentice like him. But maybe less fitting for an actual Prince.

Magical Talents

Maybe it was the bloody circumstance of his birth? Or the environment he grew up in. Maybe it was even the dark elf heritage he has on his mother’s side. What does it matter? Darkness greatly favors Alexander. It manifests, in its purest form as Achlys. A dark, corrupted version of Aether. Basically, while most people use mana/aether to fuel their spells, Alexander (subconsciously) uses Achlys. This makes any Dark Magic spells quite powerful. Necromancy also greatly benefits off Achlys. More neutral inclined magic like fire or wind will also be corrupted. Fires will burn hotter but extinguish quicker. Wind will not be stable but work in gusts.

Weakness:

The limitation of Achlys is that it cannot be used in conjunction with light, holy or life magic. Meanign that no matter what happens, Alexander will never be able to heal or cure anyone. He will be capable at destroying but he will never create. Such is the curse of Achlys. (this also means that while he can make constructs using necromancy, creating constructs using earth or metal magic is far more difficult.

Is it a weakness? Or a gift beyond the veils of understanding? A curse maybe? Whatever it is, Alexander knows there is something more.
Sometimes he hears things. When he was young it was random noises. Ever so soft. But they got louder. Random sounds strung together.
Now he hears whispers. Faint spoken words just beyond his understanding.

Personality

Alexander is actually quite a sweet and gentle boy. He has no innate ill feelings towards anyone and refuses to believe in things like racism. He often tries to help people grow in their own ways. This need to help and even protect stems from his youth. Where he, his brothers and the many sons and daughters of the company’s officers had to band together to survive. But for Alexander, it goes deeper. He saw the people suffer. Not only in war but in their day to day lives. He saw farmers with broken backs as well as severed limbs. The boy tried to help, but what could one person do? Still, to this day, Alexander prefers to make friends and help them than make arbitrary enemies. Of course, this makes him a bit of a push-over sometimes over minor things. You can quite easily get from him what you want.

Of course, things go deeper. Alexander will protect his friends. Even with his life if must. But he also adopted the necessary concept of the greater good. There is more to this world than him and his friends. If he wants a better world, then he must be willing to make sacrifices for it. It might be a little hypocritical but he will refuse to put himself on the altar though. Instead, he will give up a friend if must. But only if must. He is also extremely pragmatic, refusing to blindly believe every dogmatic teaching he ever had. This often translate in sometimes doubting what his teacher says and dig for a deeper truth.

While a bit of a push-over and even a little naïve, Alexander can be highly competitive. He knows that because of his ‘condition’, he can’t heal or effectively support anyone. Furthermore, his father and brother do need him to fight in the coming conquests. In other words, Alexander must be able to fight. More importantly, he must deliver the army he promised. Therefor he must become strong and powerful. This is the reason he spent days practicing and reading. He doesn’t gather knowledge for the sake of knowledge. He seeks to find applicable wisdom so he can completely overpower his opponents. Now his opponents are just his rivals. But in a few years, they will be true enemies. He knows he must be prepared. Therefor in a practice match, he might go a bit over the top and take it too serious.

Character flaws

As said, he's quite friendly and sometimes even borderline naïve. He will find it strange that some people will dislike him no matter what. This also makes him trusting the wrong people sometimes. Not with an incredibly amount of trust. He works with the idea of: trust until proven otherwise.

Character History

Born from a mercenary warlord and a random tavern wench his father doesn’t even remember, Alexander’s early life was quite predictable. He was rarely cared for by the camp followers and at a young age he had to fend for himself. Instead of working on his own, however, the children of the officers banded together. He and his brothers worked in groups to steal, trick and buy food. However, as they got older, their father began to care a lot more about them. His older brother joined his father on the battlefield soon enough. The family moved from village to village. Fighting a bloody civil war for the local king. Eventually his father got his due. A lordship title and a piece of land. The brothers could finally rest at a small castle.

Except there was little rest. Alexander, showing his proficiency and interest in magic, was loaded up with tomes. His younger brother, the sneaky bastard, joined more hunts than most adults could ever boast of in their lifetime. The eldest was groomed in the art of the sword and the map. It was clear that their father had a purpose for each and it filled them all with pride when their father gave them the acceptance they craved. When Alexander turned 14, the inevitable happened. Their father revolted against the king. A long and terrible war raged for 3 years. Costing the lives of many farmers. While his father and brother were gone, Alexander had to rule over the castle. After the first year, bands of peasants came more and more often. Begging the little lord for scraps or help in their fields.

Eventually Alexander couldn’t bear the burden and the guilt of doing nothing. He acted. He raised a group of skeletons. Instead of using the undead to slaughter the living, he used them as mindless puppets, helping the farmers. Of course, the first few times the skeletons helped on the fields, farmers were dismayed. Having believed their entire life that the undead were something to be afraid of and to be shunned. But eventually the advantage of having them outweighed their fear. The lands that Alexander shortly “ruled” prospered despite the war. When his father returned, he too was first dismayed to see the unliving working the fields. But his father was a practical man.

He saw opportunity where others would be blinded by fear. He talked to his son, asked him what he wanted to do. When his father was certain that Alexander was not like any other necromancer, he realized that this would be a tool for greatness. You see, he had won the war and established himself as king. He even renamed it to the Kingdom of Tyrania. But he realized that the kingdom needed to heal. More importantly, the coup was far from popular amongst the neighbors and even the distant kingdoms. Alexander’s father has supported several other coups, letting systems that were against him be overthrown by more sympathetic rulers. In his grand scheme, the Kingdom of Tyrania would raise his oldest son as a conquerer.

After another long talk, Alexander was send for the Arcanium. He was allowed to study there and everything would be paid for. But in return he would have to bring the key to the conquest. In whatever shape it would take. Alexander was to come home bearing a weapon that could topple nations.

Sorry man, I got sloppy. About half-way into the creation I remembered an awesome DnD story about a good necromancer. I liked that a lot more so I changed the History and Personality accordingly. Forgot to change his allignement though. Also, with Death Magic I was inching towards the Shyish magic from Warhammer. Though I understand that the name is a rather big, red flag. Changed it to Dark Magic (or Arts, hoping that is allowed). Also I took away Necromancy as a Chosen School as I'd imagine no teacher would actually give it. Still, he'd be willing to learn about these forbidden arts from books and he'll still experiment with it. I did change it to Summoning Magic (or Conjuration).

And I will take those cryptic voices! Sounds like great fun. Though I'll describe it as whispers in the bio. So they can become voices when the RP start.

EDIT: Also I took Chaotic good because I feel that he's obviously good but he doesn't adhere to the rules. He thinks it limits thinking and creativity to solve problems. In other words, he'll often skirt with the rules when he thinks its for the better.

The Grand Arcanium (An Isolated DnD wizard school rp, new roleplayers welcome)

Alexander of Tyrania

Character Name: Alexander of Tyrania
Age: 17
Race: Human

Chosen Schools of Magic:

Dark Magic
Summoning Magic
Destruction Magic: Fire
Magical Theory

Alignement: Chaotic Good

Appearance:

Alexander takes a lot after his mother. With black hair and gentle, green eyes. Many would mistake him for someone else. But while his mother was certaintly sunkissed, Alexander is pale like the midnight moon. He often dresses in black robes, which certaintly unnerve those who misjudge him. The robes have a certain level of ornate decoration and enchantments worked into the fabric. Fitting for an apprentice like him. But maybe less fitting for an actual Prince.

Magical Talents

Maybe it was the bloody circumstance of his birth? Or the environment he grew up in. Maybe it was even the dark elf heritage he has on his mother’s side. What does it matter? Darkness greatly favors Alexander. It manifests, in its purest form as Achlys. A dark, corrupted version of Aether. Basically, while most people use mana/aether to fuel their spells, Alexander (subconsciously) uses Achlys. This makes any Dark Magic spells quite powerful. Necromancy also greatly benefits off Achlys. More neutral inclined magic like fire or wind will also be corrupted. Fires will burn hotter but extinguish quicker. Wind will not be stable but work in gusts.

Weakness:

The limitation of Achlys is that it cannot be used in conjunction with light, holy or life magic. Meanign that no matter what happens, Alexander will never be able to heal or cure anyone. He will be capable at destroying but he will never create. Such is the curse of Achlys. (this also means that while he can make constructs using necromancy, creating constructs using earth or metal magic is far more difficult.

Personality

Alexander is actually quite a sweet and gentle boy. He has no innate ill feelings towards anyone and refuses to believe in things like racism. He often tries to help people grow in their own ways. This need to help and even protect stems from his youth. Where he, his brothers and the many sons and daughters of the company’s officers had to band together to survive. But for Alexander, it goes deeper. He saw the people suffer. Not only in war but in their day to day lives. He saw farmers with broken backs as well as severed limbs. The boy tried to help, but what could one person do? Still, to this day, Alexander prefers to make friends and help them than make arbitrary enemies. Of course, this makes him a bit of a push-over sometimes over minor things. You can quite easily get from him what you want.

Of course, things go deeper. Alexander will protect his friends. Even with his life if must. But he also adopted the necessary concept of the greater good. There is more to this world than him and his friends. If he wants a better world, then he must be willing to make sacrifices for it. It might be a little hypocritical but he will refuse to put himself on the altar though. Instead, he will give up a friend if must. But only if must. He is also extremely pragmatic, refusing to blindly believe every dogmatic teaching he ever had. This often translate in sometimes doubting what his teacher says and dig for a deeper truth.

While a bit of a push-over and even a little naïve, Alexander can be highly competitive. He knows that because of his ‘condition’, he can’t heal or effectively support anyone. Furthermore, his father and brother do need him to fight in the coming conquests. In other words, Alexander must be able to fight. More importantly, he must deliver the army he promised. Therefor he must become strong and powerful. This is the reason he spent days practicing and reading. He doesn’t gather knowledge for the sake of knowledge. He seeks to find applicable wisdom so he can completely overpower his opponents. Now his opponents are just his rivals. But in a few years, they will be true enemies. He knows he must be prepared. Therefor in a practice match, he might go a bit over the top and take it too serious.

Character flaws

As said, he's quite friendly and sometimes even borderline naïve. He will find it strange that some people will dislike him no matter what. This also makes him trusting the wrong people sometimes. Not with an incredibly amount of trust. He works with the idea of: trust until proven otherwise.

Character History

Born from a mercenary warlord and a random tavern wench his father doesn’t even remember, Alexander’s early life was quite predictable. He was rarely cared for by the camp followers and at a young age he had to fend for himself. Instead of working on his own, however, the children of the officers banded together. He and his brothers worked in groups to steal, trick and buy food. However, as they got older, their father began to care a lot more about them. His older brother joined his father on the battlefield soon enough. The family moved from village to village. Fighting a bloody civil war for the local king. Eventually his father got his due. A lordship title and a piece of land. The brothers could finally rest at a small castle.

Except there was little rest. Alexander, showing his proficiency and interest in magic, was loaded up with tomes. His younger brother, the sneaky bastard, joined more hunts than most adults could ever boast of in their lifetime. The eldest was groomed in the art of the sword and the map. It was clear that their father had a purpose for each and it filled them all with pride when their father gave them the acceptance they craved. When Alexander turned 14, the inevitable happened. Their father revolted against the king. A long and terrible war raged for 3 years. Costing the lives of many farmers. While his father and brother were gone, Alexander had to rule over the castle. After the first year, bands of peasants came more and more often. Begging the little lord for scraps or help in their fields.

Eventually Alexander couldn’t bear the burden and the guilt of doing nothing. He acted. He raised a group of skeletons. Instead of using the undead to slaughter the living, he used them as mindless puppets, helping the farmers. Of course, the first few times the skeletons helped on the fields, farmers were dismayed. Having believed their entire life that the undead were something to be afraid of and to be shunned. But eventually the advantage of having them outweighed their fear. The lands that Alexander shortly “ruled” prospered despite the war. When his father returned, he too was first dismayed to see the unliving working the fields. But his father was a practical man.

He saw opportunity where others would be blinded by fear. He talked to his son, asked him what he wanted to do. When his father was certain that Alexander was not like any other necromancer, he realized that this would be a tool for greatness. You see, he had won the war and established himself as king. He even renamed it to the Kingdom of Tyrania. But he realized that the kingdom needed to heal. More importantly, the coup was far from popular amongst the neighbors and even the distant kingdoms. Alexander’s father has supported several other coups, letting systems that were against him be overthrown by more sympathetic rulers. In his grand scheme, the Kingdom of Tyrania would raise his oldest son as a conquerer.

After another long talk, Alexander was send for the Arcanium. He was allowed to study there and everything would be paid for. But in return he would have to bring the key to the conquest. In whatever shape it would take. Alexander was to come home bearing a weapon that could topple nations.

Just to be straight, the Achlys is not unique to Alexander. In principle, everyone could corrupt mana and turn it into Achlys. However, Alexander does it by instinct. Meaning he constantly does it subconsciously. Its kind of the opposite of Aether.

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