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Kasper Mirandola

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Kasper had been unusually reserved during the ball. Normally a champion of formal dance, he just hadn't been in the mood that night. He was preoccupied instead with a bout of abstraction. Sitting with his templar at a table off to the side, he had watched the quiet events of the evening. The setting was posh, but its happenings were improvised - and full of little indecencies. The noblewoman Caralynn berating a servant for her own mistake; one of the guests of honor greedily putting down plate after plate of food; the grumpy young prince excusing himself early, and then returning only to run to the washroom together with his templar; all these things breathed undeniable life into the exquisite surroundings.

Kasper occasionally scribbled into a leather bound journal with his fountain pen. He was recording these little things - stretching them and composing them into verse. He always loved to pry into the nobility in his works, probably in part due to his extensive exposure to them. Surely this scene would be useful to him some day. He was forming the lines into a little poem - or at least, he was trying to. But it was hard to keep his focus.

'In the tapestry of history, the Scions of the past were like a radiant dawn and brought light into the darkest corners.' The words of the High Cardinal echoed in his mind, eliciting a sigh from him. It was an acceptably pretty thing to say in the moment, but one of the scions had always been a bringer of darkness. And then there was that business with the sparkling water... really it was a trifle of a magic trick for such a momentous occasion. Why did that woman always seem to get under his skin?

"Feeling okay, your Holiness?" A servant asked, offering a glass of champagne from his trencher. Kasper simply nodded and was about to send the man away, when he thought better of it and accepted the drink. It was his second of the night, but a little alcohol could help soothe his annoyance.

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A bit later, the entire atmosphere changed when the manor fell under attack. An acute mage, Kasper had taken notice when the servant whose misfortune he had blithely observed earlier suddenly started casting a large scale spell. That was far outside of the norm, and it had him on his guard. But he was still thoroughly surprised when armed soldiers started bursting through the windows. Kasper's adrenaline helped him focus up as he took stock of the situation. He quickly put away his journal and spoke to his friend in a low voice. "Stay low, Zacharie, and regroup with the others." Then he crept off in the darkness, moving into the fray rather than away from it.

Casting the ballroom into darkness was a good plan for disrupting everyone else, but for Kasper - it was a comfort. This was his domain. In shadowy conditions like these, he was practically undetectable. His sigil exploded into life as he allowed himself use of the great power that convention forbid him. It did not grow brightly like the others, however. It was inky dark upon his skin, growing in prominence. With a little effort, he could detect everything in the shadows nearby. And he wrapped himself in the darkness as with a cloak. The intruders were armored men with glowing eyes - night vision, perhaps? He thought he had heard of that sort of technology existing. But even with such implements, Kasper would be hard to notice. He was accustomed to sneaking about, and his feet didn't even make a sound as he moved. One of the men was already perilously nearby, however. The Scion subtly weaved shadow over those glowing eyes, just in case, and he moved past the man, as unseen as a ghost. A few seconds later, several black, tentacle-like constructs pierced through the soldier's chest from behind. With a gesture from their master, they quickly ripped their way outwards in different directions, tearing the assailant apart. Kasper was flecked with his blood, even at this distance.

Kasper noticed Maya and Edmund were on the ceiling, fighting off intruders in their own way. The girl he'd admired earlier was wrapped in a cape, screaming obscenities and scrambling around. There was an undeniable amusement in the sight for him, notwithstanding the seriousness of the situation. He considered going up there to help her, but hiding on the roof with her templar at her side was probably a reasonably safe place to be compared to the chaos down here. He'd keep an eye on them, though. He knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if Maya ended up wounded or worse because of his inaction. The white-haired youth identified one of the gunmen shooting up at her and quickly approached - giving that soldier the same gory treatment as the first.

Another moment later, he came upon Dominika, the Scion of Metal. She had been struggling with an armored woman, but ultimately ended her gruesomely. Another two were approaching her, however, and one had scored a hit and sent her tumbling. Deciding to step in, Kasper summoned another construct - this time it was a large, clawed hand - black as jet. With a crackle of mana and a flick of his wrist, the hand slammed into Dom's assailant and sent him flying across the room, where he loudly crashed into the far wall.

"Are you okay? Can you stand?" Kasper asked, but he couldn't afford to look down at Dom. The other soldier was still very near. And now the light from the chandeliers and from Rosemary's orb flicked over him, revealing his thin frame and his fancy white attire. For the first time since the attack, he was really exposed.




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Kasper Mirandola

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Kasper noted the prince's frustration and decided not to push him too much further. Angering a royal now could have unpleasant consequences later on. "Yes, I know that the gift is still new to you. But you already show promise. And the sigils that we have are greater than the ones we bestow. You needn't worry about failing if you've only the mind to pursue it." Yes, all that was needed for the prince to gain the superiority he spoke of was effort, and the interest to follow through with it. And perhaps some discretion, given the official restrictions that were placed on the Scions. That was really the crux of what Kasper had been saying. Those restrictions would eventually chafe at him who lived under them. If Lucas became more skilled with his power, he could shake loose from time to time. At least, that had been the experience of the white-haired youth.

The conversation shifted towards the idea of purpose attached to the sigils. Did Incepta really have a plan for the two year old Rosemary, or for the prince himself? "We can't often see the destiny of a scion many years in advance. But the Goddess can," he answered piously. "I was only fifteen when the Goddess gave me her blessing. At the time I was naive noble boy in a family of artists. I would never have become the man I am today." Kasper's achievements over the last eight years spoke for him on this subject. Though still young, he had become one of Doumerc's most promising minds. As a magician and an academic, he was a point of pride for his city. "In many ways, the influence of the sigil made me into a proper Scion of Shadow, or so I'd like to think," he said with a good-natured smile towards the prince. He had tried not to overstep the bounds of humility, but there was no hiding the confident sense of accomplishment that lived within him.

"Perhaps the same will be true for Rosemary. Incepta willing, she may make a great queen for us one day. I don't know her well, but there is something special about her. A certain perceptiveness." Kasper's answers had been on the safe side, but still somewhat insightful. He didn't want to push the envelope much more after the things that had already been said. Internally he did have other thoughts about the matter, however. He knew from history that there was more to the Scion of Light than just political rule, though that was the modern convention. William Bachmeier was remembered more as a saint than anything else - a champion of the church. He wondered what might really become of the young Rosemary.

He swirled away from the wall and gave a bow to Lucas. "Thank you for the audience, your Highness. And again, congratulations." With that, Kasper returned to Zacharie's side. He gently placed a hand on the templar's shoulder as he approached. "Having fun?"

Scarlet Thorne


Scarlett took a few steps closer to the newly appeared Lucian and confidently crossed her arms. It seemed that the former mastermind was now confused about his own presence. Maybe the time magic they'd all just been through had thrown him for a loop. "You're here to kill Rider, aren't you?" she asked him, looking sideways at his perplexed face. "Or would you rather change your mind about that? Because I already beat you to a pulp once, but I wouldn't mind a rerun."

She moved her hands to her hips and turned to face him. Not everything had been reset - this guy was a known element now. "While you're here - tell us what you know about portals to hell and red-eyed demons. If you help us close them when they appear, maybe we can let you walk away this time."

Kasper Mirandola

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Maya had been very friendly in her reception of Kasper. The Doumercène greeting made his smile real, and her compliments on his appearance even elicited a slight blush from the usually collected youth. The prince hadn't immediately responded to his question, so Kasper instead followed his glance back to the other's group. Though instead of watching the templar as Lucas did, his eyes returned unconsciously back to Maya, who was hugging Tyler and getting more pictures taken. She was certainly a formidable woman. Obviously she had affected him somewhat, but he did stop to wonder how much of her persona was genuine. Zacharie had been dutifully tailing him til now, but he noticed that his templar had not followed him to the altar. He stood there now chatting with Ionna, hardly glancing back towards his charge.

Finally, the prince answered him. Kasper turned his gaze back towards Lucas at once, though it took him a moment to process what he'd heard. 'He leaves people... walking in pain? What exactly did he mean by that?' he wondered to himself. The juxtaposition of that sentence next to one about his new templar conjured up a rather curious image. But Kasper managed to suppress any hint of confusion from the prince's curveball, and he played along with an almost metrical response.

"Well, I've heard that headstrong horses, when tamed, make the best mounts." The Scion of Shadow's golden eyes flickered back towards Tyler for the briefest of moments. "But judging from the looks of him, you may well have your hands full for the time being." Kasper felt the need to pivot the conversation back towards his original intention, so he took a moment to reorient himself. He turned and leaned his lithe body against the wall next to Lucas, and swept white bangs aside with his pale fingers. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit quieter.

"Yes, I'm sure that he will be quite talented with the use of the blessing, given his experience. You too, should master your sigil if you would maintain your superiority over him. After all, Incepta must have had a purpose in bestowing on us this gift." Kasper's words were toeing the line somewhat, but he judged from the Prince's self-assured attitude that he wouldn't go running off to tattle on him. "My Zacharie has been a fine partner thus far," he continued, holding out his hand and looking over his own polished fingernails. "Accomplished mage though he is, he's still a novice of Shadow." On the hand that was extended, a holy symbol appeared in an inky black relief - visible at this angle only to himself and the Prince. Kasper's keen eyes watched him carefully for any response.

Kasper Mirandola

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The Scion of Shadow had made his summons to Juniperus into something of a vacation. He was traveling with a small entourage this time, only he, his templar, and two other servants had made the journey. He had booked a suite at a luxurious hotel in the area, and had spent the previous days touring around. Mostly he visited holy sites and churches, and he paid his respects to the high cardinal, but there had been some leisure, too. It wasn't his first time in the holy city, but it was such an interesting place that it felt like there was always something new to see. A certain relic had piqued his interest this week - an artifact that was said to have belonged to a scion during the era of war. He had made a small study of it. It was an amazing piece of history, really. Even after so many years, Kasper could still feel the remnants of magic clinging to it. Well, recording his notes and speculations about it was a fine afternoon spent as far as he was concerned, but it wouldn't do to keep Zacharie waiting for him in interminable boredom; so he hadn't returned to the site the next day.

The main event was scheduled for this evening. Kasper made his appearance in great style, wearing a well-fitted formal suit. The fabric was a creamy white, but the top featured elaborate gold embroidery and tassels that hung from his narrow shoulders. His earrings too were gold and amber, matching his famously stunning eyes. On his chest was a large onyx amulet. Symbolically, its glittering darkness identified him as the Scion of Shadow. Kasper was undeniably a beautiful young man in this fine attire; though he had quite a habit of dressing himself to the nines, and the outfit wasn't really so far out of the ordinary for him, all things considered.

The scion was very much at home during the formalities of the ceremony, and he showed the appropriate solemnity throughout. He had taken part in so many ritualistic functions over the years that it was second nature to him. He was always deeply involved with the religion of the goddess these days, whether in study or in practice. Because of that involvement, perhaps, he had genuinely come to enjoy playing his part. He did take a personal interest in the two men at the center of it all - the new Scion of Time and his templar. Watching them interact and apparently tease one another, it was impossible not to trade glances with Zacharie. It hadn't yet been two years since their own ceremony of this kind - Kasper's second. During that affair, he had extended the warmest and most sincere welcome to his new templar. Unlike his former partner, Zacharie was nearly the same age as him, and was a fellow mage. Consequently they had found much to talk about, and were becoming fast friends.

Once the ceremony was complete, Kasper naturally congregated with the other scions. He acknowledged each one of them when they drew near, friendly even to the ones he was less familiar with. He shared his first real interaction with the Scion of Gravity. He looked her up and down with approval. "Why, Maya, what a fabulous dress!" he said, with genuine interest. Its design and its deep purple material were obviously a cut above something that could be produced by the average tailor. "Would you honor me with a photograph together?" The two got together for a moment and he posed with a bright, likeable smile. He agreed to have it sent to one of her people, sure that it'd make a good way to remember the night. Admittedly, he didn't understand much about Maya's Instagram presence, but he knew of it, and he knew that being seen with other famous people would be good for her career. Hopefully this moment would serve as a small gesture of friendship going forward, as he wished nothing but the best for his fellow scions.

To Ionna he said, "You keep your sweets, and I'll keep my secrets," with a mysterious wink. But then he let out a laugh, and the strange tension melted away, and it was clear that it was said in good fun. "Welcome, Ionna. I am Kasper Mirandola. I hope the evening finds you well." He did however take notice of Edmund's fun fact - that he was reading over Kasper's own sonnets. The wave of appreciation that washed over him when anyone took an interest in his works was singular. Though he couldn't acknowledge the compliment outright to maintain secrecy, he flashed a grin at the templar and nodded at his good taste.

The white-haired man was hoping to find a moment to greet the new Scion of Time. But as he was at the center of attention, it took a little while before he got his chance. And even then, not wanting to monopolize his company, he kept it short and to the point. "Congratulations, Prince Lucas. May your new templar be to your liking - I find that makes things go more smoothly." There was obviously a bit of history behind the statement, but it would remain only an implication for now. Then Kasper added, "The Goddess' blessing is strong in you. The mana I felt you wield during the ceremony was quite significant." The remark was high praise coming from him. Being devoted to the study of magic, the subject was never far from his mind; he was rather perceptive when it was involved. There was warmth and curiosity behind his golden eyes when he gazed at Lucas. Everyone was amazed by the powers of the scions, of course. But for Kasper, there was a special awe - he never failed to realize that these sigils were literally the presence of the divine.


I'll be brewing up my Scion of Shadow cs. I'm thinking he'll be something of an unconventional priest, and a poet of some renown. But he doesn't publish under his real name, because he doesn't want he doesn't want his writings to have to pass under the same scrutiny that a scion is normally due.
Color me interested. I'd like to play the scion of shadow, if possible. I'm curious if you see this playing out as an adventure game, or more of an intrigue/social game. I'm sure you'll give us more of a set-up in game, but it'd help to know what style we're going for when brewing up my character.
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