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Been on this site for 6 years, but was on the previous version that crashed. Found this site in its original stage not long after the fall of Quizilla forums.
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As said in my signature, I'm most active on discord as drsanachan, but if you message me, please tell me who you are and what you want. I don't add randos! Check out my other posts to see what kind of rps I'm into- mostly fantasy and some animes tbf.

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Yeah, I directed them towards the noise so they can go either way. They're currently still outside though cause Wyn doesn't want to get mixed up in what's going on at the door
"We're lost aren't we?" A male sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at his female companion, who held a map a bit tighter in her grasp at the accusation.
"NO!" She said with a little too much emphasis, "Sh-shut it, Wyn, I totally know where we're going!" she said and turned and stamped her feet a bit as she trudged forwards down the path, holding the map a bit closer to her face.
Wyn smirked as he followed after his determined young companion. She had insisted when they packed up camp that morning that she would lead them to Wellborough, show she was capable of navigating a map just as well as he did. He realized she was probably doing it just cause she wanted to be "the leader" for once and he decided to entertain the idea. It didn't hurt, she realized wasn't that bad with a map. He just really liked to get her goat when she was getting all flustered and watch her flail a little bit.
He looked up as they kept walking and uncrossed his arms as the town came into view before looking at her to see she was walking in the wrong direction, her face still against the vellum of the map. He reached over and caught her by her braid, causing her to yank back and yelp in surprise.
"What the hell, Wyn-"
"Surely you are not as deaf as you are blind," he taunted and pointed at the town.
She growled at him before removing her hair from his grasp, "Why didn't you just say that rather than yank my hair?" she grumbled as he took the map, carefully smoothing out where she'd gripped it before folding it back up properly. Wyn just gave a smile that made her kind of want to punch him before he started into town.
"Come on, then, Sybil, let's get something to eat. I'll be quite busy going forward, so this is basically our last chance for conversation at the moment," he said as he looked around, his eyes being drawn towards the ruckus at the tavern as they entered the town properly, "Why does that not surprise me?"
"Seems like perfect place to me," Sybil said and he raised a brow at her, wondering what made her say so, "There's food, drinks, and a barkeep. The first and the last usually lead to information as to where to get good information, don't they?" she crossed her arms.
Wyn gave a smirk, ruffling her hair and earning another growl from her, "Look at you being the inquisitive type. Little Sybil, growing up so fast," he put his hand to his chest and gave a sniff.
"I'm not a kid...." she grumbled.
"Ah, but age has nothing to do with maturity, my dear," he said before heading towards the tavern with her right behind him. She knew he was making a point about her decided reactions to his antagonistic actions, but sometimes they just really frustrated her. As far as she knew he hadn't had any siblings, though she'd never met his immediate family to confirm or deny that fact, only his aunt and she met his uncle Nero once. Sybil glanced in the direction of hearing someone yelling about someone getting robbed and her hand went to her coin purse on her hip. Wyn kept his on the inside of his shirt, which usually was loose fitting with long, wide sleeves. She swore he wore them just so he could put his hands in them and that he was under the impression it made him look more intelligent or something. She thought they looked kind of girly, but had kept those comments to herself.
"This is why I don't like towns. People are sketchy," she grumbled and he just smirked, not commenting on it. Both of their attention was drawn to the praise of the man as he entered the bar and then the actions that lead to the woman getting two men thrown at her, "Huh....maybe not a good place to go after all...."
"It's a tavern, Sybil, not a church, people are going to be rowdy. If you don't like it wait outside," he said. She considered it for a moment but blushed as her stomach growled and gave away her ulterior motive for suggesting they go to the tavern- the first place that hopefully served some semblance of food. He smirked, "We can see if they serve any food here, and then you can take your chances with the vendors," he said, looking towards where those might be. He wanted to wait until after the scene in the doorway was handled before trying to enter the establishment, not wanting to get caught up in the midst of something that was none of his business.
The bell tower that hovered over the centuries old campus reverberated the sounds of the old brass bell all the way down its winding staircase and into the common area as students milled about, going from table to table as they surrounded the main walking areas between the buildings that both housed the students and their classrooms. The students were getting not only their room assignments for the next 180 days, but also their class schedules. Some students were year round for circumstances that were out of their control- non acceptance from normal humans or simply because they couldn’t handle themselves in the real world- but that was less than a third of the student population. The headmistress did not feel that they needed to stay hidden away from the world, it wasn’t healthy. Those who were stayed on campus outside of the school year were being taught how to function in society on their own. They weren’t completely abandoned, to be clear, they would stay together, just not where they were the headmistress’s problem.

The headmistress was a stern woman, one who had seen her fair share of the world’s worst, imprisoned it herself and in that act gained her immortality. In her search for a way to contain the physical manifestation of Malice- a force so evil and so consuming it had done in the best of mankind- she found that the best way to confront it was not to come at it with a desire to win. It was beat and contained by the desire to protect others- by Selflessness and Altruism. Her reward was an ascension for mortality and her magic capabilities were enhanced. She felt she had to continue that desire to protect and to help, hence her opening of a school.

She had opened it centuries ago- long enough ago that her school was considered a historical site and was officially protected, not that she needed their protection; she had amassed a wealth to keep the school running and the mountains around it in her name for another century. She did keep much of the wealth at all for herself, less than what she paid her staff. Luckily there were plenty of supernatural children out there that either were being protected by their families in her care or wanting to be hidden by society that she didn’t really have to charge that much to keep the doors open and keep her students’s needs attended.

Her staff was nothing to sneeze at either. Some were previous students who wanted to return the favor to their headmistress and help the next generation; Others were some of the strongest and most impressive beings Amelia could appeal to around the world. Elves, witches, other immortal humans such as herself, and some that she wasn’t entirely sure what they were, not that she asked that kind of question in her interviews. But there was a rule she had about staff and students; the types of beasts that made their living by feeding off the lives of other sentient beings had to be willing to use substitutes- substitutes proven to be as effective as the original source- or be turned away. She would not unleash monsters on to the streets or harbor them.

Her right hand was the first to prove that simply animal products or by products were effective, and she did so willingly. She owed her sanity to the headmistress, thus the fire dragon Katerina Savage would give her life should Amelia Blakley require it. Her comrade Elyana, a unique and rare golden dragon- a being meant to restore peace to the dragon race at its worst- found her loyalty to an immortal human bizarre and almost unnatural. Amelia couldn’t explain it to her, but Katerina insisted that had Amelia not imprisoned the force that was Malice she would have surely turned into a monster and Elyana would have had to destroy her- as was her role, destroying dragons that had become nothing more than raging beasts or had manipulated their people into being as such. Elyana had not felt a need to join Amelia’s ranks, but she was often on campus to visit her friend, who had taken up the role as head of security.

Amelia and Katerina were present among the students as they entered the school, watching from the watch tower, though Katerina had her hands over her ears as the bell tolled, having a hard time tuning out the noise as Amelia had as she was focused on watching her pupils. She was looking for potential trouble makers and those that would clearly excel in the competitive environments that tended to brew inside the school walls. Not all could handle it, and it was also good to figure out which students would be keen to panic/anxiety attacks in advance to alert Erynhil Zaheer, their head counselor, as to which students he should expect on his doorstep. For an gypsy- a devolved, yet just as pretentious race as the elves- he was very good at getting people to open up to him and letting him know all about what was troubling them. He was also good at helping them find a way to work through their troubles. And he was full of dating advice, unfortunately, as he kept trying to pair Amelia up with the male teachers he found attractive and Katerina with the females... or with Elyana, but Elyana was (luckily in Katerina’s opinion) oblivious to the preferences of her comrade. Regardless, he was at the base of the tower, listening to conversations as he worked on sketching some design in his sketchbook, barely paying attention to his hands as he was the students, preparing himself for the mental breakdowns and the guidance and many would need.
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"Eryn, you don't blend in well, brother."
The counselor looked up from his sketch book and smiled at the blond haired elf that was standing the bench, "Well, I don't believe blending is my goal, merely listening."
"They're not going to say much around teachers and strangers, so what do you hope to hear?" the blond elf sat, looking at the throng of students that were going about their day with a variety of attitudes- a variety to fit the variety of students and species, more than he'd seen in the past, for sure.
"My hearing isn't fading, Nero, I can easily hear across the courtyard even with bell tolling so loud," Eryn defended himself with a sniff of being offended. Nero just smirked as his brother went on, "Even if they're not talking to even each other, students that are going to be in need of aid, either from me or teachers or even other students will often grumble or mutter to themselves. They're either angry or giving themselves pep talks that they can survive the year. The angry ones are typically the ones who get stuck in here in the summer for the summer program."
"A program all about blending in with humans. I here some brave souls come up from the closest towns to help with that," Nero glanced up at the clock tower, wondering where Amelia got the gall to ask them do such a thing. But her icy gaze was fixated on her pupils for the time being. He looked back down as a black haired woman shoved her way through the throng trying to get to the main building where the teachers stayed, having apparently finished her duty of handing out a set of student room assignments. Amelia felt the need to keep that particular busy because she was the prime example of the "idle hands" saying. Plus she had to be polite when speaking to students or Katerina would give her what for, so it was likely a lesson in humility as well.
"I think this year ought to be interesting. I'll go help with the assignments- I'll be sure to let you know of any particularly perturbed students that cross my path," Nero stood up and Eryn grunted.
"You're mocking me again aren't you?"
"I have never mocked you, brother, that's Amera. She mocks everyone."
"I am so glad Amelia could not convince her to come. I love our sister, but she is such a buzz kill."
Nero laughed lightly before going towards the tables, grabbing a section that from someone who was doing three at the moment and started to help pass them out as students came to the tables marked by the beginning of their last names- sometimes up to three letters depending on just how many people had similar last names.
The woman- Nuka, if you hadn't guessed- went into the main building and closed the door with as much oomph as she could without getting a scolding. If she wasn't aware of the fact Amelia and Katerina could and would easily hand her her butt on a silver platter in a second, she would not put up with being bossed about and treated like one of the students. She was an adult, had been one for a century or two- back when women could first wear britches- and certainly knew how to act like one. She pulled a flask out of her boots where she had to hide them during the day, and took a longer sip than necessary of whatever alcohol she'd put in the thing that morning. She'd gotten crafty in that game of hide and seek, either that or as long as she was sober during the day Amelia had decided to let her spend her evenings doing what she wished- aside from the grading, which Katerina had insisted on them getting an assistant for her on that because she was worried of Nuka giving unfair grades. Nuka scoffed at the idea, "Of course I do," she muttered before going back towards her room, her obligatory hell over with for the day.
It just occurred to me.... I planned on leaving the structures sort of up to interpretation, but would it help anyone if I found some images as sort of a guideline?
Also, Happy New Years everyone! I promise to get the intro post up sometime today. If you're still working on your CS have no fear, I will not make my post the cut off for joining in.
That seems a bit more tame which would be good for this type of story. That being said, I'm making another rp that wendigo might make a little more sense in (depending on what the unofficial co-Gm on that one thinks, he's not been answering me today so I can't ask right now).
I was just thinking about that @Silver Carrot
What's your other idea? I'm all for originality, but I'm a little iffy on the wendigo.
Not sure how I feel about cannibalism. Would your character be able to accept the substitute?
@Jeyma Sybil is offended you called her a birdbrain. And no, Daewyn I couldn't call the genius. He aspires to his uncle Nero's genius but hasn't achieved it yet. He would just rather spend his time reading and learning than that more brutish fighting stuff. Not that he can't, he just.... doesn't want to. Usually his excuse for everything. And brutish is my word, not his, he wants to make it clear he doesn't "play for the other team" so to speak.
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