RoflsMazoy

L'Mordryn Academy

@Artifex Finally finished, just in time to be late for the IC though

Arkadian Elesir

Name: Arkadian Elesir

Age: 14 (turning 15 this year)

Gender: Male

Level/Tier: Tyro, he hasn't been here long enough to see any exams

House: Phantasma

Appearance/Attire: Arkadian is quite short, sitting at 4'9". He has short, spiky brown hair and bright blue eyes. His attire is as good as he can really get for a commoner family with not that much money. Some of his more formal clothing doesn't fit him as they're hand-me-downs from older siblings once it was figured that he'd get more use out of them. He still knows how to keep his clothes clean so he never really looks too shabby.

Alignment: Altruist (Social Good)

Personality: Arkadian is an earnest, hard-working kind of child. He's been small all his life and it affects his personality somewhat. He always feels the need to assert himself in a situation where he has a disadvantage. He used to be mature for his age when things like magic weren't on his roadmap. That being said, his life entered a period of extremely rapid change throwing most of his personality in flux. He currently lives in a constant state of confusion, unable to quite understand his own talents, let alone magic as a whole. He doesn't know what he wants to do yet except get better at magic to please his parents.

Background: Arkadian's family is a commoner family, but his father had always told him that his father's father, and his father's father's father, and his father's father's father's father, had always told them they were descended from the stable keepers of the Gods of Old. Whatever gods they were by this point, they'd mostly been forgotten about, but Arkadian always enjoyed hearing the stories. They had a book which described them in detail, and one of the stories also featured the gods and their mounts. What was very peculiar and most interesting to Arkadian happened to be the ones who their ancestors had supposedly been in charge of, namely cats.

Two cats pulled the chariots of at least one of the gods. The details were frustratingly vague when it came to how they did so. Arkadian wanted to know more about them, he always pressed for details and sometimes his parents would have to make things up just to satisfy him. As he got older they revealed the truth that they simply didn't know and were guessing the details. He'd grown enough to accept that by that point but he was still burning with the desire to know about them. The details they were guessing were things they considered reasonable for the cats to be like from what they knew, so Arkadian continued their lines of reasoning.

He reasoned their traits, their size, and even did sketches for them. Mind you he was 12 at the time so his research couldn't be considered thorough by any means. It got to the point where he started seeing them in his dream. At some point he'd truly become a cat herder! He was even good with normal cats but he couldn't figure out an end-game. How was he going to find them, anyway?

Just before he seriously considered running away to find them in the forest somewhere (he was 13 at the time) when a friendly Invoker who introduced him to the concept of summoning. Hey, suddenly he had a way to find them if they actually existed. On their next trip into the city he looked at a book on basic summoning in the library. Maybe he shouldn't have had access to it but he was so eager the librarians found it hard to refuse him. Even with that book he shouldn't have been able to achieve much except some early study perhaps.

Arkadian was still 13 at the time, and though he could probably be considered mature for his age, no in is ever completely self-aware at 13 years old. He had no idea what it meant when he opened a portal and two of the largest cats he'd ever seen came out. He'd been correct in all of his assumptions except for size. They were as tall as he was, and a lot longer obviously. One was friendly and affectionate, the other one was aloof, but also affectionate. They also had enough strength to just bowl him over, so getting home that day took a while.

But when he did get home the day just got even longer as his parents had to struggle to come to terms with what he'd just done and they also had to explain it to him. Eventually they got an outside assessment on Arkadian's summons, and the assessment was surprising, but somewhat expected. They were true divine creatures, their age couldn't be guessed but they were at least centuries, if not millennia old. He was recommended to attend L'Mordyn academy on special admission even though he wasn't quite old enough yet, but the talent was there.

It's been 4 months since then, and he hasn't become less confused, but he's at least become more aware of his talents. L'Mordyn continues to boggle his mind but he's starting to get used to it.

Favoured Summons:

• Tohi and Lohi - Tohi and Lohi are the names of the divine beasts Arkadian summoned a year ago. They measure 5 feet in height, taller than Arkadian is and are proportionally long. Otherwise they look like ordinary house cats, (Norwegian Forest cats to be precise). They are physically, extremely strong, and can dispatch even wild bears with ease on the off chance one happened to threaten the town Arkadian's family lived in. They're also able to erect a magic barrier to protect Arkadian from harm, but from what he can tell they don't automatically protect anyone else, he has to ask them to otherwise. He hasn't had many opportunities to test them so perhaps they have more powers than he knows, but frankly they scare him a little bit.
• Krampus - On admission to L'Mordyn, Arkadian decided to summon another familiar. More to prove to himself that he was capable of all they told him he was capable of, and to test his abilities, he gave little thought to the target he chose, and this oversight ended up being the bane of his existence. He ended up summoning a type of trickster spirit, a shape shifter which often took the form of a black cat. Unlike Tohi and Lohi, Krampus can talk. He also named himself Krampus so there's that too. Krampus can take many forms and he doesn't listen to Arkadian nearly at all. To make matters worse, even if their bond becomes weak, Krampus is a tenacious familiar and extends the time he can stay in the world for as long as possible. He has yet to tell Arkadian anything about him, so he's still somewhat of an enigma to Arkadian even if his behaviours have become predictable (only in cat form though).

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

"Welp, everybody's here..." Astrum muttered

He was kinda sad that he'd kind of gotten ignored, but it was understandable given the circumstances. He felt kind of bad about the person Big Bill had ignored. He didn't know if Big Bill was his name. It was kind of hard to tell what gender the kid was. It looked safe to assume that he was male, but it was hard to tell overall. They didn't make anywhere near as big of an impression as the Emperor, (Astrum was fine with calling her that but shouldn't it be Empress?), and the big furry man.

Even squirrel girl, or the cat pilot left more of an impression but he was glad that he wasn't the only normal one at least.

Looking over their cast, those present and those who'd already stepped through the portal, it reminded him of the a certain game series.

"This is more like we're 64, though..." He said.

There weren't enough characters for the current game in the series, or probably even the second but they had enough for the first at least.

He could sort of tick one item on the agenda off his list. The green haired, old-man sounding, small girl(?) was getting named Oscar the Grouch. Small, green, talked like an old-man, what else was there to call her by? Although it was possible he was remembering Oscar the grouch incorrectly, but that's what you got if you told a rando he can call you whatever he wanted. He was going to call her what he wanted. He never remembered seeing Oscar the Grouch on screen. A lot of off-hand, but still...

"Huh? That guy..." He looked over to the portal as a black haired boy, not too much younger looking than himself slipped into the portal.

He looked suspicious. Suuuuuper suspicious. Well, his clothes weren't at all similar to the elf dude's so he was definitely from Earth. But he just slipped in without talking to anyone. Maybe he was just bad with people, who knew. It probably didn't hurt to catch up to him and check though.

The cat(?) pilot got through before he did, he managed to step through just after her and caught the tail end of her... demands? She had a really strange way of speaking. The sound of her voice was fine, sounded like military but the words she strung together were sort of not what he expected. He'd popped out directly behind her so he sort of drifted off to the side a bit for a few seconds, taking in the view.

The trees stretched out to the skies, he'd never seen trees so big. There was the smell of fresh flowers on the breeze, but he could faintly recognize the smell of the forest they'd just been in. Whether or not that really meant anything, he had no idea.

But suddenly, a concern of his bubbled to the surface. Actually he'd heard a bit of the start of cat(?) pilot's speech through the portal. Now that he thought about it, there was one thing he had to confirm.

"Wait, am I a child too?!" He suddenly asked her. @Elynwyn

@Lord of Evil (I'm after you ) (I pretty much mentioned everybody else too at some point buuuuut)

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Astrum turned towards the voice. And then he looked down. Immediately a certain image flitted through his mind but he punched himself in the side in an effort to resist acting on it. He tried not to bend down to shake the girl's(?) hand.

She isn't that much shorter than me, come on dude. He thought.

"Uhhh_hhhhhhhhh," He replied. "Yeah?"

It kinda felt like the running was coming back to him a little bit. He felt a bit rattled. He kinda forgot what her question was, but she said yeah at the end so he said yeah back.

He was just struck by the thought mid-sentence, that she looked really cute, in a childish way but her way of speaking was kind of gruff like an old man. Her hair was a really soft green which blended well with the forest a little bit. Her overgrown clothes were of an older person for sure, but it looked really adorable the way they were too big for her, so it was really jarring that she spoke kind of like a business man who's on the clock who isn't exactly having a bad time but needs to get some work done after this.

He desperately needed a way back into the conversation.

"_Uhhhhhhhhhh what's your name?" He asked.

@ERode

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Jogging in another world?

Astrum took deep breaths of air as he ran through the forest, kicking up leaves in his wake with wild abandon. That sensation of breathing in a new air, taking in alien scents. It made him want to run, and run he did. He let the fresh, clean air overwhelm his senses and he just ran. He felt his feet pounding on the ground, nimbly skipping roots. His eyes were processing information he wasn't comprehending. He just wanted to run, and shout.

"Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" He shouted, fist pumping into the air.

When he looked up he saw animals flying overhead which he'd never seen before. He passed new plants he didn't recognize every second he ran. He was so exhilarated he could hardly keep it to himself.

Suddenly he saw a pillar of light appear in the sky.

"Pillar of light means..." He muttered. "PEOPLE."

His eyes took a mad glint as he took off in a new direction. His new body didn't feel tired after all that running, although it wouldn't have tired his old body out either, but his new body just had so. much. energy.

Thinking realistically, it was possible the pillar of light wasn't a person but a naturally occurring phenomenon, but that in itself was worth checking out.

Breaking through the trees, he came to a clearing in the forest, finally. The beam of light did indeed have a person under it. An elf guy.

"Hey, what up?!" Astrum shouted enthusiastically.

Huh? wait a sec. He thought. His brain finally caught up with his legs and his cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment. Of fuck quick, I gotta think of something...

"Ehem," He coughed. "Sorry, I meant how're you doing?"

That was not better.
@Avemelle

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Astrum Galliaster

"This place is rad,"

Name : Astrum Galliaster (call him Galli for short, he prefers it.)

Appearance : Astrum gives off the impression of a bright and excited kid, because he is, but he's a little too old to be called a kid anymore. He has fairly short black hair, but as it grows he starts having to brush his bangs off his forehead because it gets in the way. He has bright, shining black eyes, always curious, looking at everything. He has a well-built body from years of boxing.

Race: Human

Age: 19

Personality: He's the type of person who takes things at face value, optimistically speaking. He'll always assume the best intentions out of everybody, and even if he's proven wrong, he's quick to forgive and forget. He's curious about everything, and likes to learn new things and tries to master everything he's learnt. He gives off the feeling of being impressionable, but he makes his own decisions, and it was his decision to appear like that in the first place because he generally trusts people.

Background: In his past life, Astrum was the type of person that excelled in everything they did. He studied well, had many friends, and excelled at sports, and he was even an amateur boxer. His uncle introduced him to it around the time his mother died, so he's kept at it since he was young becoming fairly competent as a boxer. With so many things going for him, it would be a good assumption he would miss his previous life, and he does, but his mother had told him on her deathbed to enjoy life as it comes. The year he was pulled into another world was the year he began to live his own life. Graduating from high school, he was finally beginning to move on his own.

From one stage of life to another, except instead of university it was another world. Maybe he suited being a warrior more, but you would tell him to reincarnate into a land with magic in it without being a wizard? There's no way he'd pass up such an opportunity.

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Class: Magician

Skills:

• Fire bolt: A basic bolt of fire. Travels fast, goes far, but does relatively small amounts of damage.
• Shock bolt: A basic bolt of lightning. Has a very low chance of paralysis, but the smaller a creature, is the higher the chance that it'll proc.
• Velocity: A passive skill that increases the velocity of his offensive spells. It doesn't change their damage output or anything else but their speed, but it make fire bolt and shock bolt travel near instantly, so it's a useful skill to have, even if it has mostly niche uses with his current spells.
• Speed: Support spell that doubles speed for a short time. Since it applies to everything, strikes, cooking, sprinting, etc. it has a very short duration only 10 seconds or so. Its cost is relatively low as well, however.
• Air Step: Gather wind magic under your feet to provide an additional step in mid-air, as if you were leaping off of solid ground. Astrum can use it to correct his posture in mid-air to deliver a punch or aim more accurately.

Special Ability/Item: TBA

Secret password: Cutie :3

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

I'm not sure if you're supposed to name your character their otherworld name or their real name, but I stuck with other world because I can't think of his normal name right now. ^^;

Astrum Galliaster

"This place is rad,"

Name : Astrum Galliaster (call him Galli for short, he prefers it.)

Appearance : Astrum gives off the impression of a bright and excited kid, because he is, but he's a little too old to be called a kid anymore. He has fairly short black hair, but as it grows he starts having to brush his bangs off his forehead because it gets in the way. He has bright, shining black eyes, always curious, looking at everything. He has a well-built body from years of boxing.

Race: Human

Age: 19

Personality: He's the type of person who takes things at face value, optimistically speaking. He'll always assume the best intentions out of everybody, and even if he's proven wrong, he's quick to forgive and forget. He's curious about everything, and likes to learn new things and tries to master everything he's learnt. He gives off the feeling of being impressionable, but he makes his own decisions, and it was his decision to appear like that in the first place because he generally trusts people.

Background: In his past life, Astrum was the type of person that excelled in everything they did. He studied well, had many friends, and excelled at sports, and he was even an amateur boxer. His uncle introduced him to it around the time his mother died, so he's kept at it since he was young becoming fairly competent as a boxer. With so many things going for him, it would be a good assumption he would miss his previous life, and he does, but his mother had told him on her deathbed to enjoy life as it comes. The year he was pulled into another world was the year he began to live his own life. Graduating from high school, he was finally beginning to move on his own.

From one stage of life to another, except instead of university it was another world. Maybe he suited being a warrior more, but you would tell him to reincarnate into a land with magic in it without being a wizard? There's no way he'd pass up such an opportunity.

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Class: Magician

Skills:

• Fire bolt: A basic bolt of fire. Travels fast, goes far, but does relatively small amounts of damage.
• Shock bolt: A basic bolt of lightning. Has a very low chance of paralysis, but the smaller a creature, is the higher the chance that it'll proc.
• Velocity: A passive skill that increases the velocity of his offensive spells. It doesn't change their damage output or anything else but their speed, but it make fire bolt and shock bolt travel near instantly, so it's a useful skill to have, even if it has mostly niche uses with his current spells.
• Speed: Support spell that doubles speed for a short time. Since it applies to everything, strikes, cooking, sprinting, etc. it has a very short duration only 10 seconds or so. Its cost is relatively low as well, however.
• Air Step: Gather wind magic under your feet to provide an additional step in mid-air, as if you were leaping off of solid ground. Astrum can use it to correct his posture in mid-air to deliver a punch or aim more accurately.

Special Ability/Item: TBA

Secret password: Cutie :3

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Whew, no sweat then. I've been tossing this character around in my head for a bit so all I have to do is put him into words. Shouldn't be long. :D

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Hello! I'm interested to join the RP, is there any slots left still? I heard there might be a deadline for characters or something along those lines but I think I'd be able to finish making mine by the end of today if necessary.

Royal Rumble!

A King's Gambit 2

Alto was able to enter God Speed at just the right moment. The shock wave cracked at the space he used to be. He re-entered normal speed at a distance back from where he stood, faltering to his knees. He didn't have any wounds, but 'dodging' a shock wave wasn't something you did. You can avoid the majority of the damage but there's no way to completely avoid everything besides not being in the blast radius to begin with, or exiting the blast radius before it reached you which is a feat only Alto could do.

King wouldn't stand a chance. Maybe it wasn't something that would kill him, but it would put him out of the fight.

Then he saw King sailing through the air, saber flying in a different direction, smile still present on his face. In his other hand was a transceiver like device. Before the thunder, Alto heard the sound of warship cannons being aimed.

"Fire!" Drake shouted from up above.

All cannons aimed, all shells were fired. Jokey keeping watch furiously for any stray shot veering too far out of control. It was far too risky to rely on goodwill. Any shot heading towards the city, he pressed a button and took control to guide it back. There was a reason they were doing this, and it was not for exposure.

King's gambit was a simple one, the enemy was one who could shift dimensions. What they had to do was force him into a situation where he couldn't. King and Alto were dual roles, front-line and distraction. Whichever one worked, really. The warship was the second sword, there may never be a need for it, but if there is a need not having one is fatal.

But would even a second sword work? There'd be no way to know until the shells hit.

Static was still coming through the transciever. It was even harder to hear with the dimensional interference.

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@KillamriX88 @Crazy Scion

L'Mordryn Academy

Clarence and Mort

Name | Clarence Chaunce Veill
Age | 15
Gender | Male
Level/Tier | Adept 1
House | House Phantasma
Appearance/Attire | Clarence stands at 5 foot 6, a little short for the males in his family, which is something he developed a complex about. He has red hair and soft brown eyes, and although he tries his hardest to glare, the most serious looking he can get is mildly focused.

Alignment | Companion

Personality/Habits | Clarence tries to keep a collected expression at all times but it is only there to hide the soft interior underneath. Clarence is a rather anxious individual, and he gets stressed easily. He begins to worry about assignments and deadlines more than a week before they would normally matter. L'Mordryn is less stringent on assignments but ultimately tests give him more grief. He's always afraid of his secret being exposed, and losing the footing he's tried his hardest to reach with his own power.

Background | The Veill family is a relatively young noble family. However, in recent years they have come beholden to many strong Invokers. They had success after success, until finally it came down to Clarence. The story of how he came to deal with such pressure from his family is a story for another time, but just know that the pressure was there when it comes to the story of Mort.

Clarence showed his talent by summoning a familiar before he had even entered L'Mordryn. A possessed hammer with an extremely strong link. The Veill family felt right to send him off to L'Mordryn when he became of age, where he quickly gained the rank of adept.

Mort wasn't what he had told his family his familiar was named. He told them it was named Orewing, which wasn't a falsehood. Orewing was what he named the hammer. He had summoned neither the hammer nor the spirit possessing it from a realm.

On a rainy day they had met.
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"What's your name?" A slightly younger Clarence asked.

"I don't know," The spirit replied.

"Where did you come from?"

"...It's not a place to come back to." He sounded melancholic.

"…What should I call you?"

"…Mort."
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The word Mort was the only thing left on his tombstone. He awoke as a spirit bound to the realm. He knew he had once been alive, and now he was not alive, but he knew nothing else. He knew his body was there because he had risen from it, but there was nothing else for him there, so he left. And he wandered. And then they met.

The rest is history. Clarence, for once in his life, found he had the desire to do something for someone else. An earthbound spirit was something he'd never heard of, and something he could find no information on when he looked in the library. But how about the Realms? Could he be recognized by another familiar?

House Phantasma may hold the answer. And so he tries his hardest to hone his skills. Sharpen his vision. To find the answer to the question he had asked, and so the deception may one day meet its end.

Favorite Summons | Mort/Orewing
Orewing is a steel war-hammer with a vastly shortened grip, only just enough for two hands to wield. It is adorned with a face on one side, and wing motifs throughout. Orewing is not special in any way other than perhaps the unique design, Clarence had it forged discretely, and the design was to attract attention to make the ruse less conspicuous.

Mort is an earthbound lesser spirit with the power of possession. Once an object is possessed, Mort can manipulate the object by moving it around, similarly to a poltergeist. Mort cannot possess anything larger or heavier than Orewing at this current point in time, but weight and size don't affect Mort's manoeuvrability much while possessing an item. He is able to fly with ease, and can even carry Clarence if Clarence is holding on to Orewing.

Mort feels like a sort of mentor to Clarence. Clarence knows more about the world, but he has a tendency to second guess himself and his knowledge. Mort knows little but is firm in what he knows, and he knows Clarence isn't all fakery and bluster. He can see the potential Clarence has, and though it may never reach the heights Clarence imagines he must reach, Mort will help him until he no longer can.