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@MagusDream Arcadius glanced at the three speaking of needing another team-mate, he assumed as all the others they would be fighting over Meruin to join their team, Arcadius respected her well enough, them both being masters of the Magic arts, but they were both as equally as powerful he would think. He wondered why no one had bothered asking him yet, of course except for some of the random newer students. He decided he'd walk over and request to join their team instead of waiting all day. He walked, his staff thumping the ground with each step, "I couldn't help but overhear you needed a team mate...If you will have me I will join. You three seem to be of the more competent in this room." He told them. He hoped him being on the student council as well as being one of the more competent and older students in the room they would accept him, he also hoped they would due to the fact he didn't want to be paired with the nearest fool that proved he didn't hurt himself with his own abilities.
@thewizardguy Main thing it's doing currently if anything would be pissing him off and activating his rage mode switch, in which Kami doesn't want to happen but doesn't expect :p.
@thewizardguy One thing about the Holy vapour, only skin exposed is part of Magnus' hands and his head. So, it's not really effecting him much at all. Trench coat blocks water don'tcha know.
@TheHangedMan Indeed. That would be quite the battle, would honestly probably take a while to decide a victor :p.
Hope my opening post is alright.
Arcadius simply glared at the three fighting like immature children for a few minutes before returning to his reading, he was in the back of the classroom leaning up against the wall studying the pages of his Grimore. He was as intrigued as the next person at the chance to test out his powers, regardless of whether or not it shown on his face. So many new faces over the years, many leaving, many comi, many returning, he had been here for nearly 10 years, growing stronger each passing day.
With a rather loud and audible whump noise he closed his Grimore, drawing attention to himself for a few minutes, with a single swift motion it vanished out of exsistance. Clutching his staff he used it to pull himself lazily off the ground. It was one of those rare moments where he decided to be social so he could get a decent team and not be stuck with a halfwit that he would have to stick to defending the entire match lest they get seriously injured.
"I guess I will join any team that is slightly competent and won't get in my way nor get seriously injured in the first five minutes..." Arcadius said in a low gravelly voice. "I don't care who it is....as long as you are decent." He looked around the room, gauging the people before him, trying to guess their level of competency. As of now, going by the whole commotion here, it would be a cold day in hell before he teamed up with Marcus whom he dubbed a incompetent manchild judging by his toddlerlike outbursts, regardless of his strengths.
With a rather loud and audible whump noise he closed his Grimore, drawing attention to himself for a few minutes, with a single swift motion it vanished out of exsistance. Clutching his staff he used it to pull himself lazily off the ground. It was one of those rare moments where he decided to be social so he could get a decent team and not be stuck with a halfwit that he would have to stick to defending the entire match lest they get seriously injured.
"I guess I will join any team that is slightly competent and won't get in my way nor get seriously injured in the first five minutes..." Arcadius said in a low gravelly voice. "I don't care who it is....as long as you are decent." He looked around the room, gauging the people before him, trying to guess their level of competency. As of now, going by the whole commotion here, it would be a cold day in hell before he teamed up with Marcus whom he dubbed a incompetent manchild judging by his toddlerlike outbursts, regardless of his strengths.
@JELDare What's currently going on in the RP? Seems interesting enought aht I'll eventually read all 30 pages but don't really feel like doing so right now, heh.
@JELDare Posted a CS, hoping to be accepted and maybe snag #10 on the student council if it's still there.
Name: Arcadius 'Magi' Innocenti
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Age: 25
Gender: Male
Abilities: Arcadius is a master at all elemental spells, proficient in others such as time and healing. He can cast most magic thanks to his families ancient Grimore, and enhance them further by channeling them through his staff. He can summon his Grimore at will, more often than not he is seen carrying the massive book studying it's arcane pages. He is much stronger than his frail figure makes him look, the book he is carrying weighing nigh 100 pounds. The book itself was enchanted with a spell to make it weigh more so as it would be MUCH harder for a thief to make off with it, should they live long enough to incapcitate any member of his family.
How could you work in a team: Support, Heavy Infantry, You name it.
Personality: Arcadius is one to keep to himself, a mysterious and silent fellow. He is not known to speak much outside of casting his magic, and if he did it's not more than a few sentences before he's back to studying his families Grimore and ignoring the hell out of you. It has been known in the rare occurances where he allows you to be his friend that he will actually talk to you like you exsist, and that he is a pretty funny guy.
History: Arcadius grew up around magic, his entire family powerful magic users for hundreds of years. His families Grimore consisting of thousands of pages of magical knowledge over the years, his family name something of a legend amongst magic users. Ever since he could walk he was made to learn magic. His parents died when he was 16, at which point he enrolled in the Mana-Script academy to hone his magic skills as well as so he would have a decent place to live. Ever since his parents died no one could get more than a few words out if him, save for the rare occurances of him having a 'friend' who turned out to be nothing more than a thief after his families rather valuable Grimore. And now here he is, 25 and still at the academy.
Photo:
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Abilities: Arcadius is a master at all elemental spells, proficient in others such as time and healing. He can cast most magic thanks to his families ancient Grimore, and enhance them further by channeling them through his staff. He can summon his Grimore at will, more often than not he is seen carrying the massive book studying it's arcane pages. He is much stronger than his frail figure makes him look, the book he is carrying weighing nigh 100 pounds. The book itself was enchanted with a spell to make it weigh more so as it would be MUCH harder for a thief to make off with it, should they live long enough to incapcitate any member of his family.
How could you work in a team: Support, Heavy Infantry, You name it.
Personality: Arcadius is one to keep to himself, a mysterious and silent fellow. He is not known to speak much outside of casting his magic, and if he did it's not more than a few sentences before he's back to studying his families Grimore and ignoring the hell out of you. It has been known in the rare occurances where he allows you to be his friend that he will actually talk to you like you exsist, and that he is a pretty funny guy.
History: Arcadius grew up around magic, his entire family powerful magic users for hundreds of years. His families Grimore consisting of thousands of pages of magical knowledge over the years, his family name something of a legend amongst magic users. Ever since he could walk he was made to learn magic. His parents died when he was 16, at which point he enrolled in the Mana-Script academy to hone his magic skills as well as so he would have a decent place to live. Ever since his parents died no one could get more than a few words out if him, save for the rare occurances of him having a 'friend' who turned out to be nothing more than a thief after his families rather valuable Grimore. And now here he is, 25 and still at the academy.
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