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A Song of Ice and Fire: Wakening

@CaptainSully The eldest Landry daughter! obey your elders ya youngins

A Song of Ice and Fire: Wakening

@CaptainSully ooo bud who u playin'

A Song of Ice and Fire: Wakening

That's what you get for being a dumbass

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Ariella Landry

Eldest daughter of House Landry

Female | | 20 | | Riverman

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Birthplace: Willow Wood, but Fallow Hill is home.

Allegiances: House Landry, House Tully

Occupation: Noble

Relationship Status: Unmarried

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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History

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Born in Willow Wood soon after her parents' marriage, Ariella was the first child of Edwyn and Priscilla, followed a mere ten minutes later by her twin brother Morgain. Coming in so early meant that she was able to enjoy Edwyn's younger years, when he played more the role of a father figure than he did with his subsequent children (though she always suspected that being the only daughter earned her a soft spot in her father's heart).

Ariella had a childhood fairly typical of noble girls, though she and her twin were absolutely inseparable. She took well to womanly arts such as sewing and embroidery, never having shown much interest in fighting beyond watching tournaments, though she shared a passion for riding with Morgain. The two had taken to the sport as soon as they were old enough to sit on horses, and it was a rare day that they didn't tack up at least once for a ride through the trails at the foot of the Mountains or across some great expanse of harvested field. Often the two would take some meandering path and simply talk about anything and everything, though Morgain had been known to goad his sister into racing. Though Ariella formed bonds with all of her brothers, it was unquestionable that Morgain was the one she held the closest, even as their interests deviated in their teen years.

Always a well-behaved and surprisingly cooperative child, Ariella was a pathological mediator, often trying to break up fights between her brothers, even when there was no real conflict to be had. Her even temper and cooperative attitude served her well as she grew, the girl soon becoming a natural diplomat, popular with visiting nobility as she was talented at forming and maintaining relationships and avoiding and diffusing conflict. This skill became even more useful as her parents began drifting apart; Ariella is perhaps the only of Edwyn and Priscilla's children to maintain a relationship with both of them, often acting as a sort of go-between, trying not to let the rift between her parents split the family any further than it has.

When Ariella was 16, it was decided that she would wed Ser Rodrik Blackwood, son of Howard Blackwood and brother of Liliana, a young man of only 19 at the time. Initially upset to be leaving (as she is quite attached to both her home and her family) Ariella took the news in stride, more than willing to fulfill her duty as a Lord's daughter and hopeful that she could forge the alliance that the marriage was meant to create. She was sent to live with the Blackwoods in Raventree Hall prior to the marriage, and to her pleasant surprise, Ariella found Rodrik to be a fine young man, and found nothing objectionable about marrying him. She didn't exactly love him, but he was a good man, and they did become something like friends during her stay at Raventree hall; Ariella held out a hope that love could grow over time.

Sadly, Ariella's hopes were dashed when, almost two years into her life with the Blackwoods, Rodrik was killed in a joust, devastating Ariella more than she would have expected. With her betrothed dead, Ariella was sent home to Fallow Hill, then 18, where she learned that Morgain had gone missing. Still grieving from Rodrik's death and then faced with possibly her worst nightmare coming true, Ariella fell into a deep sadness, unable to sleep from the worry gripping her and losing all desire to eat. She became thin, gaunt, and weak, and for a few months became reclusive, often simply refusing to get out of bed. All she could think of day in and day out was Morgain, worried absolutely sick about what fate could have befallen him, and heartbroken from his absence.

After a few months of this, Ariella finally got some kind of grip on herself and forced herself to rejoin the living once again, resolving that Morgain must be out there somewhere and that he wouldn't want her wallowing in sorrow. However, his absence still gnaws at her, and although she is healthier now, she hasn't quite bounced back to her former self.

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Personality

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Ariella is very much her father's daughter; measured, tactful, stable and dignified, she took his teachings of honour and duty to heart, and is every bit what a proper noblewoman should be. It was often joked by her caregivers that she and Morgain were one soul in two bodies; all the fire had gone into Morgain, leaving Ariella to act as the cool-headed voice of reason, a serene presence to balance out her brother's dynamic personality. This was a great help as children, Ariella being the one usually breaking up fights between her brothers, and has continued into an effective diplomatic tool, the woman having a talent for diffusing conflict. However, unlike her father, Ariella used to be a touch more alive, warmer, not so much stoic as simply calm and patient.

However, in the time since her twin's disappearance, Ariella has lost some of the life in her, having become withdrawn and a little sullen. She'll still put on a convincing brave face and fulfill her duties as needed, and still greet her siblings with a warm smile (she always has time for them), but as of late it seems as if it's more for their sake than her own, seeming like she's not so much living, but going through the motions. Losing Morgain made her feel as if she lost a part of herself, though it's the uncertainty as to his fate that gnaws at her the most. She holds out the hope that she'll see him again, but in the back of her mind, she fears the worst. She doubts she'll truly have peace until she sees her brother again, dead or alive.

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Appearance

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Ariella is an earthy young beauty, with auburn hair that falls in gentle waves, a little lighter in colour than her brothers, and smooth, fair skin. A young suitor once told her that her eyes were the colour of an early frost; a pale, icy green inherited from her father's hazel. Her middling height of 5'6" is made all the more apparent by the towering height of her brothers, though she holds herself as tall and proud as any of them.

Once healthy and vibrant, since her brother's disappearance Ariella's distress has manifested physically as well as mentally. While not exactly sickly, Ariella has an air of exhaustion about her; she is thinner than her maester would like, her appetite having all but disappeared, and she's often seen with dark circles under her eyes. Her beauty is still there, but grief has dulled it.

In terms of dress, Ariella dresses as finely as is typical of her station, not letting her despair affect her image. Her thinness has attracted her to more covering garments, as despite her loss of appetite, she's self-conscious about being bony. She's fond of styles from the Westerlands, thinking their colours and patterns more exciting than the styles typical of the Riverlands. She wears her hair many ways, often wearing whichever new style her handmaiden wanted to try, though the theme is usually to let her hair fall largely free, tempered with braiding.

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Notable Possessions

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• A large, dapple gelding named Thunder
• A dagger carried within the layers of her skirts. It isn't exactly her 'style' to carry a weapon, but when she left for Raventree Hall, Edmund and Morgain both insisted that she not be totally helpless, and she has carried it ever since.

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What, How, When, Where and HI!

Also, don't worry about semi colons too much. If you must use one though, I should point out that it looks like this in a sentence.

Example: Bring any two items; however, sleeping bags and tents are in short supply.

Edit: Give the Guild Rules a quick read while you're here too.

@ZAVAZggg

My favourite way to describe the use of a semicolon is as a super-comma. Great also for lists with commas in the items:

"We visited cities all over Canada, including Calgary, Alberta; Saskatoon, Saskatchewan; and Halifax, Nova Scotia."
_supercomma

I learned everything I know about semicolons here and I've actually had TAs compliment my use of them, so can confirm, will get you brownie points with the people who grade your papers.

Be warned, though; once you start using semicolons, you'll want to put them EVERYWHERE.

Also hi, welcome. Semicolons are an issue I care about, nice to meet you.

Of Blood and Magic

_{Interacting with: @Scribe of Thoth and kinda @Trainerblue192}

Salem seemed relieved when he read Lucan’s message, much to Aaron’s own relief, and the two fell silent as Salem read the note and Aaron wrote his reply to Lucan, the tension between them seeming to have lifted. It wasn’t long before the bell rang, and Aaron was interested to see that Salem offered no reply to the note, instead holding on to it as they gathered their things and left the classroom. Mr. Martin seemed busy speaking with some other students at the end of class, so Aaron made a mental note to speak to him tomorrow to see if his suspicions about his name were true.

The walk to Vilbrek hall was uneventful, Aaron keeping pace with Salem even though the two walked in relative silence. When they reached the lecture hall, Aaron was interested to see how many students had made it there before them; briefly he scanned the room for a head of white hair, but came up empty once again. She did say she had class in that hall at that time, so she must not have arrived yet.

He opted for a seat near the middle-back, reasoning that there were students who actually needed to pay attention more than he did who would benefit more from the seats up front. Truthfully, though, the lecture hall setting was bizarre; the room was filled with the low buzz of hushed conversation before the lecture started, and the very presence of so many people was unnerving. Aaron didn’t have any particular problem with crowds, but wouldn’t learning in such a packed room be distracting? Or was this the norm, and he’d just been spoiled by one-on-one tutelage all his life?

Finding a spot with a few open seats in a row, Aaron chose the middle one, hanging his messenger bag off the back of the chair. Before he sat, however, he noticed someone familiar in the seat directly behind him. That was the guy Sariel had introduced him to, right? That scowl of his was pretty unmistakable, after all.

Nonetheless, Aaron offered the sulking man a friendly smile. “Hey, Max, right? Any luck with your control this evening?”

Max returned his smile with a glare that could curdle milk, replying with an annoyed, “What do you think?”

Aaron’s eyebrows shot up at Max’s tone. What was this, ‘yell at Aaron’ night? Or had he just struck a nerve? Recovering quickly, he chuckled a bit to diffuse the tension and cleared his throat, not particularly gunning for another confrontation tonight.

“Well you have my number, let me know if you want any help,” he replied neutrally, taking his seat and turning his attention to the syllabus before him. He skimmed over the assignments, making a mental note to mark them in his calendar later, before skipping straight to the house assignments, mood immediately improving when he saw that he’d been grouped up with Lucan. Excellent! He wasn’t at all worried about their grades - they both knew the Treaty back to front, though it was the one thing in the world that Aaron actually knew better than Lucan - but getting a guaranteed chance to see Lucan was a great relief. Aaron didn’t recognize the other name in their group, but he was confident that whoever it was, with both him and Lucan on their team, they’d do just fine.

A sharp jolt to the back of his chair pulled Aaron’s attention from the syllabus, the man turning curiously to find Max addressing him again. “It’s not a basic affinity, apparently. And no one can seem to give me any tips that don’t sound like a corny line from a self-help book.”

Hm, Aaron hadn’t expected any more out of Max after that glare, but he was content to look past it. He thought for a moment about what Sariel had taught him after his Awakening before replying, “Well, if it's a complex affinity you'll need a casting focus. Did you do the crystal exercise? Could you establish any kind of connection?”

“It was there, but it’s... stubborn. There was like a wall blocking it from entering the crystal efficiently, and it definitely didn’t want to move once inside either.”

Aaron paused again to consider, spinning his ring and thinking back to what Sariel and other mages in his life had told him over the years about their own experiences. “Well, ideally your magic is an extension of yourself. It might help to think of what motivates you and try to apply that to your magic to convince it to get moving.” He paused, remembering something Clara had told him once, then chuckled, shrugging. “It might just need a kick in the ass.”

Max leaned forward curiously. “Okay, and how do I kick my magic’s ass?” He asked, more genuine this time.

Aaron shrugged again, gesturing lazily. “For some people it works like a reflex, but if you have a weak connection to start with, it might need to be more of a conscious effort.” He finally stopped spinning his ring, opting instead to gently tap his fingers on the desk. “How do you get yourself going when you have to do something you don't want to do?”

“I don’t do it.” Max replied flatly, then sighed, “Do it out of spite? I don’t know.”

Aaron smirked. Cheerful-sounding guy. “That might be your problem, then,” he replied, glancing back to the front when Varis started speaking.

“Contact me later,” he added quickly, voice hushed, “I might be able to help.” With that he turned his attention hastily to the front, loath for Varis to perceive some disrespect.

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Forrest Maevyn - old port

Name: Forrest Maevyn
Being: Human - Witch
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Forrest stands at an even 6'2. He's not a muscular man, being tall and lean and light. His hair is black, shining brown in bright light, with a thin silver streak near the front (a birthmark.) His eyes are a dark brown. His attire normally consists of semi-formalwear in public (a pair of good pants and a nice shirt). At home, his clothes are much more relaxed and 'exotic', a nod to his magical heritage. Under his shirt (or just plainly when not in public) he wears a few long necklaces. These hold pendants and charms given to him by his grandmother, who believes they help balance the soul and augment his magical ability. The feather earring and rings are also a nod to his grandmother, and though he'd never wear them in public, he wears them at home, to visit her, and while performing particularly advanced magic.

Powers: Forrest is a skilled witch for his age. He can cast an array of simple spells without a word but still relies on a reference for more complicated and powerful spells. He’s particularly adept in potion making and medicinal uses of witchcraft.

Bio: Forrest comes from a long line of witches, though he is the first boy in his family to show any magical ability. His grandmother and two great-aunts raised him, and taught him everything he knows.
Currently, Forrest attends university for medicine. He aims to become a doctor and find a way to combine both medicinal witchcraft and modern medicine in an effort to improve them both, and to save lives.

Personality: Forrest is an earthy and decent fellow, a smart boy without a mean bone in his body. He’s clever and witty, well in touch with his feminine side, but mostly remains genuine and courteous. Being a man raised in the early 1900’s he’s chivalrous and polite to all he meets. He has his gloomy side, as all people do, and his angry side as well. Though, more often than not he won’t be the one starting the fight, rather trying to break it up. He can definitely be a worrier, and sometimes he cares too much for his own good. He remains devoted to the sanctity of life and dislikes harming or killing anything without a reason.
He also takes pride in his magical heritage and steeps himself in it. It helps that he still lives with his grandmother and aunts in a large, old house filled to the brim with everything a witch needs to practice magic. He's become somewhat of an apothecary among his friends, who simply think he's good with home remedies.

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭

With Katya gone, Feliks relaxed a little, not realizing how tense the woman was making him until after she left. He took the opportunity to light a cigarette, allowing himself a moment to appreciate it before setting to work.

He ended up burning through a few cigarettes once he set to work, tapping the ashes into the metal cup that he used as an ashtray without even glancing up, so focused was he on his task. Stamps were a tedious pain, yes, but there was a certain challenge to them as well. Transferring the image onto the new block was a more complicated process than one might think, and the great attention to detail one needed while carving it out was something Feliks took to rather easily. Of course, that didn't stop him from growing irritated at the increasing soreness in his shoulders and back as he hunched over the damn thing, the stubbornness of the rubber, or the fact that he had to pace himself on the cigarettes if he was going to last out the rest of the week before he could get his hands on more.

Eventually he decided he needed to take a break from stamp making before he threw his project - a particularly difficult one, apparently - into the fire. Setting the in-progress stamp aside, he finally leaned back in his chair, numerous joints popping as he stretched. Fishing his watch from his pocket, his eyes widened when he saw the time; Jesus, had it really only been an hour since he started? He could have sworn he'd been working longer than that.

He frowned at the fireplace, finally noticing the gathering cold as the embers within darkened. Stiffly he stood, groaning irritably, and crossed to the fireplace with some difficulty to toss some more coal in, scowling at the smell. He hated coal fires, but coal was cheaper than wood, and short of tearing down other parts of the palace, he wasn’t sure where he’d find it anyway. Still, that sharp twinge of sulfur was something he couldn’t wait to be rid of once he found a way out of this place. If he ever did.

Sitting on the arm of his fireside chair (easier to get up that way), he supposed he might as well get to work on Katya’s passport document. Of course, even though they’d apparently need to fabricate a lot of her information, he still needed Katya for that. Was she still wandering around?

He stood more easily than he would have had he sat in the chair properly, and made his way to the door, sticking his head out and frowning at the cold in the hallway beyond. “Katya?” he called, looking up and down the hall as his voice echoed. “Katya!”

He waited a few minutes for the woman to produce herself, but there came no reply. With a long sigh, Feliks pulled on his coat and set out down the hall, looking for her.

It took about fifteen minutes, but it turned out that the thick layer of dust on the palace floors served as a useful guide; Katya’s footsteps were recorded in them clear as day, and though it was a little frustrating to have to follow her meandering path, Feliks eventually found his way to one of the larger ballrooms. In his head he’d dubbed it the Tapestry Room, and as luck would have it, that was the very thing drawing Katya’s attention now.

Feliks made no attempt at subtlety as he crossed the ballroom floor, though he came to a halt at the bottom of the carpeted stairs leading up to the tapestry, looking up at Katya as she studied it. Leaning against the banister, Feliks pulled a cigarette and a matchbook from his pocket, lighting up before he spoke. A small personal reward for walking all the way over.

“Are you done exploring?”

Of Blood and Magic

_{Interacting with: @Trainerblue192 and @Apoalo}

Aaron watched curiously as Salem made a face at the paper, scratching something out before he wrote his reply. Did he say something wrong? The next launch of the note cleared things up, Aaron managing to catch it after it passed between his fingers. Salem had scratched out the word ‘Master’, as if he couldn’t stand to even look at it. It seemed a little extreme, but Aaron could admit that he wasn’t enormously happy about it either. His question wasn’t one Aaron was too thrilled to answer, but given Salem’s earlier complaints about him hiding things made him think a little honesty would put the man more at ease.

Note

“Oh, yeah. Well, before dinner he had a pretty typical system of terms of address using his name and title, but after all that happened at dinner I guess he decided he needed to start me a little… lower. He wasn’t happy with me, heh. So that’s what I’ll be calling him for the foreseeable future.

But maybe this is better. Less to remember, right?

As for Lucan, I wouldn’t call that normal except that I’m 99% sure he was on deployment last night, so it would make sense for him to be gone for a night or even more. His job requires a lot of planning beforehand, then the execution, then a ton of debriefing, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you just found him asleep when you get home tonight, haha.”

Aaron looked at the last line for a moment, admittedly a little humbled. He’d only known Salem and Lilie for a little over a night and already the three of them seemed to be latching on to each other. Whether or not it was normal for people to attach to the first friends they met, it was a comforting thought.

“P.S. That’s very kind of you. I hope I can return the favour! ^_^”

He he did his best to draw the little smiley face at the end and folded the note back up, more easily this time, and aimed a little better when he launched the triangle back. He still didn’t get it between Salem’s fingers, instead hitting one of his hands and sending it ricocheting off onto the table. He actually did let out a quiet chuckle at that, shaking his head at his own difficulty.

Just as Salem opened the note, Aaron felt a buzz both on his wrist and in his pocket. His watch displayed a text notification from… Lucan! Speak of lycans! Aaron cracked a wide smile as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

> Hey, It’s been a crazy few days but I’m fine and back at the Academy. Too much to say over text, can you meet me at any point this week? How was the dinner?

Aaron was thrilled to hear from Lucan, quelling some of the worry that had been flooding his mind, but his question made the mage’s face fall a tick. Dinner again. Why was everyone so damn interested?

Shelving his annoyance, he waited until Salem had read the note before tapping him on the shoulder and showing him the message, waiting long enough for him to read it before tapping out his reply.

> Glad to hear it!
> Dinner was certainly something, a little too much to explain over text as well. I don’t know when I’ll be free this week but I’ll look into that ASAP. Maybe we can work on Gloria?

He almost put his phone back before remembering something fairly important, rushing out another message before tucking his phone back in his pocket.

> By the way, apparently there’s a rumour going around that I got some girl sent to the mines? I have no idea where that came from or what that’s about, and I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how ridiculous it is, but you should know before you hear it somewhere else.