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|| The School of Death ||

Torok Vencor

The girl with the short skirt seemed to take offense to what he said. Typical of a lion heart too proud to know any better. She did say something about him not having any magic but he waited to reply to hear from the others in the room. Then a few others spoke up as well as a pale man that seemed to have a superiority complex. Then the sickly one spoke again, he seemed like a good fellow but he could only wonder what kind of training could benefit the poor lad.

His attention was drawn to the girl with the French accent as the lion heart stepped up to the pale white haired man. Again, another person seemed concerned over his lack of magical ability. All he could do was smile; even if they didn’t say it out right they were already worried about a stranger. Then another girl spoke her concern regarding his magical capability before joining in on the topic of the Kapa’s.

Another seemed to be enjoying a bowl of fruit and berries while the white haired man spoke up again toward the lion heart girl. Even if his words were harsh, he still smiled at all of them. Seeing a few of them head off to whichever room was theirs. Torok decided to answer a few of their questions and concerns. even nodding at Lucas's arm wrestling question.

“I have studied the magical styles and abilities of many reapers, including how their ability’s manifested whether it just occurred naturally or because it was forced. I tried to recreate all of those things to get my magical ability to come about. I know I have it, spending days with other reapers who just poured their magic into me with no change. I know I have it, because my body absorbed it… just didn’t use it.”

Still he was smiling as he looked over towards Mei, “oh I’m not worried about it. Mom says it is just taking its time, father is convinced it hasn’t surfaced yet because it’s very powerful and my body currently can’t handle it yet, but the rest of my brothers and sisters just call me Sleeper because of it.” He glanced back to the lion heart girl with the same friendly smile on his face.

“You know even though that one is… crude. just remember, no one can take on a behemoth on their own. He will meet his match and ask for help or die. Besides, it’s good to have someone like that in a group. I don’t know about you but I believe that he will be very good at making tough decisions, where I’m not very good at that. I’d rather try to save everyone, even if it gets me killed.” There he goes again trying to find the bright side of everyone and their usefulness.

“As for the Kappa Idea. I think I’ll pass on that tonight maybe tomorrow? we will see. I do not believe I will be sleeping in my bed tonight though. The night sky here is far too gorgeous to waste, especially when we don’t have to work for another day. If anyone would like to join me your welcome too I will never say no to company.” The tall blonde was still near the door and still smiling. However, it would seem a few of the others were already getting tired and heading off to bed.

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Torok Vencor

A creaking ship and many unfamiliar faces. How comforting. The thought rolled around his head for a moment as he slipped in and out of consciousness. The boy was used to the ground beneath him being sturdy this boat stuff just wasn’t for him. The movement of the boat made the normally loud blonde stick close to a bucket and near a corner.

The moment they were able to get off the boat Torok was relieved and with a smile on his face made his way to the nearest statue, pillar, or tree within the gathering area. They were still waiting on a few others to get off the boat and he was quick to sit down and fall asleep. Hopefully a quick power nap would cure him of the nausea and the headache that clutched his head.

A voice woke him, a strong yet calm voice of the head master. There was a tension in the air and he was sure that he missed something. Picking up his spear and making sure the rest of his weapons were where they should be he listened to what the old man said while trying to filter out the fog in his head. At least the power nap worked.

Something was said about 6 a.m. and following some big bloke, that was apparently the head of security. A third of the students seemed to go in another direction as the rest of the crowd moved toward a small patch of forest. Honestly if he wasn’t so tired, he would probably be striking up a conversation with someone right now. The tall blonde simply kept towards the back of the group as they walked up to a nice looking red and white manor. The architecture of these buildings was absolutely alien and stunning to him.

While he was admiring the artisan’s ship of the building, someone called his name out with a list of others. Then the crowd moved on leaving twelve individuals just outside the manor. A few of his new comrades quickly entered the building. Yet he stayed outside, only for a moment. Just long enough to breath and look up at the stars in the night sky. Always a beautiful sight. Then with a sigh and a smile, he turned and stepped into the building.

When he stepped in the others already seemed to be going through introductions. A girl with a service dog, a sickly legacy who looked like he was a few steps from deaths door, a girl with a French accent, more than a couple quiet ones in the group, what looked to be a few legacy among them, and a girl or two from the Americas. With a smile on his face, he looked over all of them resting his spear on his shoulder, the long blade covered by a florescent red bag.

With a laugh and a cheery tone he spoke up, “my look at all of you beautiful people, this place is going to be fun for sure.” He wasn’t trying to be creepy but not everyone responded the same way to a compliment. “I’m Torok Vencor, I am a legacy from the Ivory house and I don’t recognize a single person here.” Still he smiled while looking around at all of them. “I’m sure we will all get along just swell… well after, we break through everyone’s shell.”

He paused for a moment while looking about some of them, “and for those of you who are not as akin to this new world you find yourselves in. do not worry you’re not alone, I can guarantee that every single person in this room is terrified and that fear will take some time to get through. Hell I’m terrified.” He said while still smiling, “I’m not afraid to admit it; I’m just a legacy with no magic trying to do what he can to help. Were a team and for one reason or another we are here to help. So if you need help, ask. I’ll be happy to help you out.”

He spoke truthfully but he wanted to get his opinion on himself and the others out as soon as he could. It was his nature to help others succeed and try to stay out of the lime light. He just hoped that the others did not think he was making fun of them in some way because he had this stupid smile on his face. Hell who could blame him? He was excited after all.

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Torok Vencor

Portrait

Name: Torok Vencor

Nicknames/Alias: “Sleeper” or “Rook”

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian, with some Norwegian heritage.

Hometown: outskirts of Moscow

Date of Birth: 11th of July

Appearance: Torok tends to wear loose fitting clothing with natural colors, mostly brown, tan, or green colors. He does have a bit of facial hair already even with his age and has green eyes that go surprisingly well with his blonde hair.

Height: 6’5

Weight: 220 Lbs.

Status: Legacy

Family: Ivory

Weapon of Choice: He does wield a spear as a melee weapon with two large knives for back up, and favors dual heavy caliber pistols for mid-range engagements.

Magic: This one is a strange case, being a legacy; one would expect him to be well versed in magic. Well not this one, he is what you would call a late bloomer. Not only that, but even though he is a Ivory his magic is not the type normally associated with his family. However, once his magic does manifest he will find the ability to wield and manipulate light. To the eventual degree of being able to bend light around objects and living things making them invisible, being able to form solid objects from light, and possibly being able to purify the corruption of demons. Although, that last one will take a while to get too.

Strengths:
- Composure - Keeping a cool head in engagements and stressful situations.
- Close quarters combat – he has received a lot of combat training due to having no magic manifestations yet.
- Optimistic – always seeing the bright side of things.
- Courageous – you can count on him to step up to any challenge regardless of his handicap.

Weaknesses:
- No magic – so far he hasn’t had a magic manifestation. He has had some rudimentary magic training but that’s it.
- Big – he’s a big guy and doesn’t always fit in the smallest places. He also tends to be a little slower than others are.
- Range – his training doesn’t account for long range combat and unfortunately he’s not very good at dealing with anything from a distance.
- Selfless – he doesn’t tend to consider his own needs or safety when it comes to the needs or safety of others.

Fears:
- Never manifesting his magic.
- Losing someone, he was meant to protect.
- Letting down his family by becoming a lesser reaper because of having no magic.
- A cage.

Personality: Torok is what some would call loud and boisterous. Because of his upbringing, his family revel in good times, laughs, storytelling, and just having a good time at any opportunity. There is so much death and destruction in the world and their jobs mean that they could be killed at any moment. Because of this, he tries to live every moment of it, making people laugh and feel comfortable and safe, getting to know others and making friends, always trying to make others smile through jokes and gifts. Being selfless with his time, energy, and finances.

This does not mean he is innocent or arrogant as to the line of work he has chosen or the world around him. No. he knows how cruel this world is and it could always use a little more light. To some this can come off as annoying or that he is ignorant of the world around them and which they live. Not many others have the attitude and out look to see the world around them as he does. He will always be there to see others succeed and lift them up and out of the gloom, which surrounds them.

Likes:
- Laughing
- Story’s
- Celebrating
- Fighting
- helping
- Good food
- Good friends

Dislikes:
- Seeing others sad
- Demons
- Not being able to work with magic
- Not being able to help
- Others who just want to bring people down

Backstory: Torok was born to a family centered closely to the leadership of the Ivory. His father, Darrius Vencor, is a reaper and strong leader. He heads specialized strike teams aimed at taking on demons were collateral damage has to be low. His mother, Valerie Vencor, was a reaper in her younger years but now manages most of the communications, requests, and sightings that come with being a reaper and talking with the other houses. She is very good at multi-tasking.

He is the youngest of four brothers and five sisters, all of whom have reached high positions within their house. So far, he has only lost one sister while she was working. Even though his magic still hasn’t manifested, even while being a legacy, his family don’t look down on him or treat him differently. The worst they have done is tease him with the name ‘sleeper’ because he’s a late bloomer. His upbringing was just a little more combat orientated because of it.

He has spent most of his days doing just that, whenever he wasn’t going through school to learn the basics of this world, he was training. He knows his upbringing wasn’t as tough or hard as others but he doesn’t want to flaunt it either. He chose to keep working towards this job to protect and help. what kind of person could he except to be if he didn’t at least try even if he didn’t have any magic.

Hobbies/Interests:
He likes to sing when he is bored and can’t meditate. Often one can find him meditating when he has nothing better to do. Finding or making gifts for the people around him, normally jewelry or trinkets.

Other: if he had a theme song it would probably be, “Matter of time” by Tribe.

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@Hitman awesome ill move him over than.

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@Hitman it has been edited to be Ivory

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@Hitman thats fine i didnt know that it was only one legacy per house. Ill change it to ivory when i get a chance.

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hope this is alright.
@Hitman

Torok Vencor

Portrait

Name: Torok Vencor

Nicknames/Alias: “Sleeper” or “Rook”

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian, with some Norwegian heritage.

Hometown: outskirts of Moscow

Date of Birth: 11th of July

Appearance: Torok tends to wear loose fitting clothing with natural colors, mostly brown, tan, or green colors. He does have a bit of facial hair already even with his age and has green eyes that go surprisingly well with his blonde hair.

Height: 6’5

Weight: 220 Lbs.

Status: Legacy

Family: Ivory

Weapon of Choice: He does wield a spear as a melee weapon with two large knives for back up, and favors dual heavy caliber pistols for mid-range engagements.

Magic: This one is a strange case, being a legacy; one would expect him to be well versed in magic. Well not this one, he is what you would call a late bloomer. Not only that, but even though he is a Ivory his magic is not the type normally associated with his family. However, once his magic does manifest he will find the ability to wield and manipulate light. To the eventual degree of being able to bend light around objects and living things making them invisible, being able to form solid objects from light, and possibly being able to purify the corruption of demons. Although, that last one will take a while to get too.

Strengths:
- Composure - Keeping a cool head in engagements and stressful situations.
- Close quarters combat – he has received a lot of combat training due to having no magic manifestations yet.
- Optimistic – always seeing the bright side of things.
- Courageous – you can count on him to step up to any challenge regardless of his handicap.

Weaknesses:
- No magic – so far he hasn’t had a magic manifestation. He has had some rudimentary magic training but that’s it.
- Big – he’s a big guy and doesn’t always fit in the smallest places. He also tends to be a little slower than others are.
- Range – his training doesn’t account for long range combat and unfortunately he’s not very good at dealing with anything from a distance.
- Selfless – he doesn’t tend to consider his own needs or safety when it comes to the needs or safety of others.

Fears:
- Never manifesting his magic.
- Losing someone, he was meant to protect.
- Letting down his family by becoming a lesser reaper because of having no magic.
- A cage.

Personality: Torok is what some would call loud and boisterous. Because of his upbringing, his family revel in good times, laughs, storytelling, and just having a good time at any opportunity. There is so much death and destruction in the world and their jobs mean that they could be killed at any moment. Because of this, he tries to live every moment of it, making people laugh and feel comfortable and safe, getting to know others and making friends, always trying to make others smile through jokes and gifts. Being selfless with his time, energy, and finances.

This does not mean he is innocent or arrogant as to the line of work he has chosen or the world around him. No. he knows how cruel this world is and it could always use a little more light. To some this can come off as annoying or that he is ignorant of the world around them and which they live. Not many others have the attitude and out look to see the world around them as he does. He will always be there to see others succeed and lift them up and out of the gloom, which surrounds them.

Likes:
- Laughing
- Story’s
- Celebrating
- Fighting
- helping
- Good food
- Good friends

Dislikes:
- Seeing others sad
- Demons
- Not being able to work with magic
- Not being able to help
- Others who just want to bring people down

Backstory: Torok was born to a family centered closely to the leadership of the Ivory. His father, Darrius Vencor, is a reaper and strong leader. He heads specialized strike teams aimed at taking on demons were collateral damage has to be low. His mother, Valerie Vencor, was a reaper in her younger years but now manages most of the communications, requests, and sightings that come with being a reaper and talking with the other houses. She is very good at multi-tasking.

He is the youngest of four brothers and five sisters, all of whom have reached high positions within their house. So far, he has only lost one sister while she was working. Even though his magic still hasn’t manifested, even while being a legacy, his family don’t look down on him or treat him differently. The worst they have done is tease him with the name ‘sleeper’ because he’s a late bloomer. His upbringing was just a little more combat orientated because of it.

He has spent most of his days doing just that, whenever he wasn’t going through school to learn the basics of this world, he was training. He knows his upbringing wasn’t as tough or hard as others but he doesn’t want to flaunt it either. He chose to keep working towards this job to protect and help. what kind of person could he except to be if he didn’t at least try even if he didn’t have any magic.

Hobbies/Interests:
He likes to sing when he is bored and can’t meditate. Often one can find him meditating when he has nothing better to do. Finding or making gifts for the people around him, normally jewelry or trinkets.

Other: if he had a theme song it would probably be, “Matter of time” by Tribe.

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This looks fun. If your still accepting i should get a character up today or tomorrow.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The boy did not say a word; all it seemed he could do was stumble back and look to the others for help. Victor’s eyes scanned the room and the other mages more thoroughly this time. Memorizing their faces and expressions. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what they were doing glaring at them as he looked down upon them. Then a smile with the thought of the earlier feeling, “hmm mental mages? This should be fun.”

Before he could talk to the boy, again another female bounded up the stairs towards him and interjected before he could say anything.

“Sorry about him. We were just supposed to watch and Dennis didn't feel comfortable unless he got permission from you. Ignore him.” Hannah apologized. “Your technique is unique. We’ll be studying it so by all means, continue please.”

The large vampire did not move for a moment, simply starring at the boy with a stoic presence. “As you wish, I was sent here to help teach the more advanced combat students how to fight Lycans. I might as well start with all of you. I will be here to train during every lunch break that I can as well as during self-defense.” A half truth but it would work for now, he did firmly believe that everyone should know how to fight them. Before he moved back to the middle of the arena he looked towards the students.

“A brief warning for all of you mind readers out there. Stay out of my head, council secrets lay buried and if unearthed can get you killed.” this however was the truth and a serious warning. Looking back to the girl and Dennis, “Dennis, the next time you feel obligated to ask a vampire who is training like this a question. Say it firmly without hesitation and by no means lose your footing. Some vampires like myself indulge their instincts while training and humans are natural prey. Stumbling or running from a vampire triggers a chase instinct. Stand your ground but don’t be rude, this instillation would not allow you to be harmed by someone like myself anyway.”

With that, Victor turned and went back to the middle of the arena taking a defensive stance this time. By the looks of his posture and how he angled himself, it looked as if he was facing off against someone bigger than he was. When he started, all he was doing was dodging. Dodging to the sides, rolling back one way or another before lashing out at the invisible opponent. Sometimes it looked like he was blocking more than one enemy as well. Until suddenly he was nearly against the ground and striking out towards somethings feet. Before ultimately going on the offensive with vicious strikes and practiced footwork. Fighting this way until the bell for lunch rang.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

almost safe > Adventure! /// Adventuring day 4 // Afternoon / Location - Cave entrance > base of the mountain

Ardur moved along quickly and quietly with the others paying attention to the land around them. He was actively looking for any animal signs or signs of anything really, especially goblins or intelligent things. The area they moved through slowly turned from thick vegetation to just patches of grass and sparse trees. He didn’t like being out in the open like this, perhaps it would be better if they went back downhill towards the valley floor.

“Whelp this is officially the furthest I’ve been away from the cave and the most exposed I think we have been.” Looking to Asura then to Steve he smiled, “be sure to keep alert Steve and use those many eyes of yours to alert us to any movement that doesn’t look natural.” So far, his friend hadn’t shown any issues with communicating between the two of them. Ardur wondered if it was a mental connection in the end thanks to taming that didn’t need verbal commands or if it was possibly something that was unlocked at a later time.

“personally I think we should keep to the low ground and if we do find a spot to rest or make camp we should make sure it doesn’t look like anything else is using it as a home either. Also my opinion when it comes to new contacts is to watch or observe it to get as much information on it that we can, if possible, before engaging with it.” Ardur took this time of slight pause to get a good feel for the new surroundings.

This means the high pixie was constantly scanning the surrounding area for anything that looked new, interesting, or alive. He figured that since they were in an open area now that most creatures would try to run from them. now that they could, unless they believed they could take the group on. If they were that aggressive it meant they were more than likely stronger than all of them. Some of the things he remembered from that nature channel he liked so much was animals tend to attack others when the odds are in their favor that they can get a kill without being injured. An injury out here could mean death even if you got your kill.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 5

Health: 100%
Mana: 00%
Stamina: 50%

Buffs:

Debuffs: Mana Burn,

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment,

Kills for current level: 2x undead pixie

Other: