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Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Ian A. Graham

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The female finally introduced herself. Ian committed the name Elizabeth to memory. The woman who was supposedly Tohru’s apprentice said they were in a pocket dimension. Will we be likewise protected at the academy? The “shield” here seems to be already falling apart – that explains the way she keeps rushing us. And it seems unlikely that the Japanese academy could have a stronger magical shield. But I hope it does.

In his excitement of finally finding out something new and wondering what the academy would be like, Ian forgot to memorize the names of the people who subsequently introduced themselves, though he felt like they were only two of them. He did note that Shuichi was much more serious about his belief that this could be a kidnapping or an evil plot than Ian had initially thought and he re-evaluated his opinion of the boy being somewhat carefree. He admired the determined girl who disagreed with Shuichi. She seems someone worthwhile knowing. Too bad I don’t know her name.

One of the things Elizabeth mentioned that some kind of magic council officials would go to their guardians. Well, River already knows as much as I do. They better offer her some protection! All the gathered people were to leave – either through the castle’s gate to be teleported to the academy or to the forest to go back home for their belongings. Ian looked around and noted that there were many who had not packed and would have to go back first. How many will decide to come back?

Shrugging his shoulder, Ian tightened his hold on all of his belongings – traveling case, suitcase and backpack – and made his way toward the castle entrance. Raven tightened his hold on Ian’s shoulder and clicked his beak in annoyance several times, but stayed where he was, even when they were transported once again. In a blink of an eye, they arrived in Japan. Not like I would know that if we weren’t told… He felt the powerful magic, and it was better even better than the sight of the beautiful if old mansion ahead of him. Ah, as magnificent as magic is, it must remain in the world!

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

OOC: Finally moving the CS over after making some minor edits.

Ineraz Evrenarth

Ineraz Evrenarth

"The Beastmaster"

Tall and slender like his father, with the light grey skin tone of his grand-grandfather, Ineraz strikes an imposing figure, menacing despite being wiry rather than bulky.

Race:
Drakkan

Age:
164

Elements:
Air and water

Height:
7'4 (223,5 meters)

Bio

Ineraz is one of the younger sons of an influential War lord who is still in his prime at 403 years – the head of Evrenarth family, a male by the name of Na'ir. With several siblings close his age and several much older, the rivalry in the family was harsh; nothing unusual for a Drakkan family. Na’ir however had perhaps a peculiar way of rearing his offspring; not only did he let them compete freely among themselves when it was beneficial (there were plenty of times he expressly forbad it), Na’ir culled and cultivated them through various training missions, trials and challenges. His father’s intelligence was always obvious to Ineraz, for Na’ir never kept more children than he had use of and at least some amount of control over. His sons all respect him and his leadership either genuinely or out of necessity.

And while Ineraz certainly admires his father’s abilities, if not his capricious character, his one true fond memory of Na’ir must be his storytelling. The one time that all his sons could be counted on not to start any infighting was whenever Na’ir regaled them with stories of their grandfather and grand-grandfather and their (prominent) role in the war against the Anathos and in its aftermath. Those were the stories that motivated all of the children to train with even more vigour, to learn even the lessons that they would rather skip out on and to seek ever greater challenges. Those were the stories that began Ineraz’s interest in history and might have turned him into a scholar if he had been born as part of another race. While his father encouraged anything that could one day be an advantage, he generally prevented his sons from becoming obsessed (but Na’ir had no qualms against using such desires, especially if they were for bloodlust, for his own gain).

Na’ir brought out the potential as a warrior Ineraz showed even as a youngling, and polished his rough talent until Ineraz befit the role as one of the many heirs of Evrenarth. The question of who will eventually inherit is prominent for all the heirs, but unless they all unite against their father – a very unlikely feat and a tad more dishonourable than any of them would prefer – such a question is likely to remain irrelevant for the next century or two. Combat was not the only thing Na’ir’s sons were drilled in: they were educated in history, geography, algebra, leadership, political intrigue, the ruling family, the contemporary War lords and the like. Na’ir adhered to his belief that any skill, any information, any ability and any character could be turned into an advantage. Ineraz enjoyed combat as much as the next Drakkan, was intrigued by some of the history, hated politics, struggled with tactics and had no particular care for the rest. The practical missions of raids, battles, duels, ambushes and warfare were a definite favourite.

Ineraz loved the trials and challenges, he really did, but there was something so absolutely galling at having to do it at his father’s orders! If only Na’ir had been consisted, Ineraz might not have rebelled. But his father was so incomprehensibly whimsical, Ineraz couldn’t help getting severely frustrated and exasperated one time, and in his brashness of youth, insulted his father in a fit of temper. After whipping him harshly, Na’ir calmly told him that since Ineraz was so ungrateful even after being recognized as one of the proper Evrenarth’s heirs at his 100th birthday, he would be sent to an isolated outpost where he should stay until he proved he had learned patience and self-restraint. And so Ineraz was sent to a remote location with the scant few Drakken who either wanted to curry the favour of Na’ir or were seeking a different sort of challenge – all of whom were to be under Ineraz’s command.

And so Ineraz landed at a small fort – named Terva – near a forest full of vicious beasts and otherwise surrounded by rocky terrain, with a desert some ways away. Terva had been built just south of the uppermost north-western river of Drakka when there had existed an intent to populate the nearby region some more, but had since then been mostly forgotten.
Having spent at Terva the past four decades has certainly helped Ineraz’s growth. He is still an efficient killer, only moderately cruel, a fierce fighter, prideful, with a bit of interest for history remaining. He is now also a survivalist, more pragmatic and determined. His most improved traits are patience, alertness, responsibility and a measure of self-restraint, his temper more tamed. He has greatly come to appreciate information, and he realizes he is likely quite out of touch with the recent tidings, despite the occasional visitors or a rare letter from his father.

Even though he has been living some distance from most populous locations, Ineraz has managed to do a few remarkable things in his “exile,” one of them being using the nearby beasts to his advantage – he led a few of them to an enemy location where they wreaked havoc as they pleased. Recognizing their usefulness, Ineraz began to trade captured (some tamed, some not) beasts to any interested Drakkan. Some of the creatures, Ineraz kept for himself, also offering a few to the Drakken under his command. Eventually, Ineraz became known as “The Beastmaster” to any who bought his animals, heard about him or saw him with one of his own beastly companions. After learning of his new “title” his father met with him and recognizing Inaraz’s progress, Na’ir offered he would petition for him to get a bride in the next choosing. Ineraz knew this to be either a plot or a whim, but staying his tongue (he had learned that much), he accepted with a cold smile. Although Ineraz has decided to live in Terva for a while yet, the party before the choosing will be his "official" re-entry into the world of politics...

Other:
Proficient with a sword, bow and crossbow. Besides being a warrior, he considers himself a hunter.

Adult Content Preference: PM or fade-to-black, either way’s fine.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Yssil growled, partly in pain, partly in frustration. That he would be easily bested had been obvious but to simply give up now would not do. The younger dracon grit his teeth through the pain, gripped his sword more tightly and launched another offensive – this time with more force behind his swings. He was vaguely aware that he was starting to lose his cool and with a surge of will, Yssil tried to work in some evasive maneuvers, intending to put some distance between himself and Adykon and regain a more critical perspective.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles Ok, cool. I've honestly forgotten about that detail (black claws) until you mentioned it XD.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles He is dressed right now. I think I gave him shorts and a T-shirt (I know I wrote he got some kind of clothes from Aerta, at least). If the only way for black claws/horns is to paint them, sure. Otherwise, let's call it a physical manifestation of Yssil's shadow magic (something he would have had from birth; a passive kind of thing).

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Having a vague idea that he would get soundly beaten, Yssil still made a dedicated attempt. Flexing his leg muscles and pushing off the ground, he lunged at Adykon, intending to overwhelm him with several quick swings. With such a vastly more skilled opponent, his only choices were pure offense or an absolute defence. Yssil went with the offensive, hoping to at least sneak in one attack that might throw his opponent off.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

I think I would like to give this a try...I hope there aren't too many Drakken already. When I am less tired I will try to write the bio more concisely (I'm sure there's excessive stuff there). Besides, I bet there are things I will have to change - just tell me what and I'll revise.

Ineraz Evrenarth

Ineraz Evrenarth

"The Beastmaster"

Tall and slender like his father, with the light grey skin tone of his grand-grandfather, Ineraz strikes an imposing figure, menacing despite being wiry rather than bulky.

Race:
Drakken

Age:
164

Elements:
Air and water

Height:
7'4 (223,5 meters)

Bio

Bio:
Ineraz is one of the younger sons of an influential War lord who is still in his prime at 403 – the head of Evrenarth family, a male by the name of Na'ir. Having several siblings close his age and several much older, the rivalry in the family harsh; nothing unusual for a Drakken family. Na’ir however had perhaps a peculiar way of rearing his family, not only did he let the children compete freely among themselves (there were plenty of times he expressly forbade it), Na’ir cultivated and culled them through various training missions, trials and challenges. His father’s intelligence was always obvious to Ineraz, for Na’ir never kept more children than he had use of and at least some amount of control over. His sons all respect him and his leadership either genuinely or out of necessity.

And while Ineraz certainly admires his father’s abilities, if not his capricious character, his one true fond memory of Na’ir must be his storytelling. The one time that all his sons could be counted on not to start any infighting was whenever Na’ir regaled them with stories of their grandfather and grand-grandfather and their (prominent) role in the war against the Anathos and its aftermath. Those were the stories that motivated all of the children to train with even more vigour, to learn even the lessons that they would rather skip on and to seek greater challenges. These were the stories that began Ineraz’s interest in history and might have turned him into a scholar if he had been born as part of another race. While his father encouraged anything that could one day be an advantage, he generally prevented his sons from becoming obsessed (but had no qualms against using such desires, especially if they were of the blood-lust kind, for his own gain).

Na’ir brought out the potential as a warrior Ineraz showed even as a youngling, and polished his rough talent until Ineraz befit the role as one of the many heirs of Evrenarth. The question of who will eventually inherit is prominent for all the heirs, but unless they all unite against their father – a very unlikely feat and a tad more dishonourable than any of them would prefer – such a question is likely to remain irrelevant for the next century or so. Combat was not the only thing Na’ir’s sons were drilled in – they were educated in history, geography, algebra, leadership, political intrigue, the ruling family, the contemporary War lords etc.. Na’ir adhered to his belief that any skill, any information, any ability and any character could be turned into an advantage. Ineraz enjoyed combat as much as the next Drakken, was intrigued by some of the history, hated politics, struggled with tactics and had no particular care for the rest. The practical missions of raids, battles, duels, ambushes etc. were a definite favourite.

Ineraz loved the trials and challenges, he really did, but there was something so absolutely galling at having to do it at his father’s orders! If only Na’ir was consisted, Ineraz might not have rebelled. But his father was so incomprehensibly whimsical, Ineraz couldn’t help getting frustrated and exasperated one time, and in his brashness of youth, Ineraz insulted his father in a fit of temper. After whipping him harshly, Na’ir calmly told him that since Ineraz was so ungrateful even after being recognized as one of the proper Evrenarth’s heirs at his 100, he would be sent to an isolated outpost where he could stay until he proved he had learned patience and self-restraint. And so Ineraz was sent to an isolated outpost with a scant few Drakkens who either wanted to curry the favour of Na’ir or were in for a different sort of challenge. And so Ineraz landed at a small fort – named Terva – nearby a forest full of vicious beasts and otherwise surrounded by rocky terrain, with a desert some ways away. The reason this outpost was of some import was due to being nearby water source, a precious commodity in the predominantly Drakken lands. Having spent there the past four decades has certainly helped Ineraz’s growth. He is still an efficient killer, only moderately cruel, a fierce fighter, prideful, with a bit of interest for history remaining. He is now also a survivalist, more pragmatic and determined. His most improved traits are patience, alertness, responsibility and a measure of self-restraint, his temper more tamed. He has greatly come to appreciate information, and he realizes he is likely quite out of touch with the recent tidings, despite the occasional visitors or a rare letter from his father.

Despite being far from most populous locations, Ineraz has managed to do a few remarkable things in his “exile,” one of them being using the nearby beasts to his advantage – he led a few of them to an enemy location where they wreaked havoc as they pleased. After that, Ineraz managed to tame a few of them sufficiently to sell them off for sport and similar, though their use was still rather limited as they were not exactly easily controllable pets. After that, Ineraz became known as “the Beastmaster” to those few Drakken interested in such a thing. Hearing of his new “title” his father met with him and recognizing Inaraz’s progress, Na’ir offered he would petition for him to get a bride in the next choosing. Ineraz knew this to be either a plot or a whim, but staying his tongue (he had learned that much), he accepted with a cold smile. Although Ineraz has decided to live in Terva for a while yet, the party before the choosing will be his "official" re-entry into the world of politics...

Other:
Proficient with a sword, bow and crossbow. Besides being a warrior, he sees himself as a hunter.

Adult Content Preference: PM or fade-to-black, either way’s fine.

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