The Irish Tree

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Hector Wyland

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Ah, and so it seemed the savage girl was brought back down to earth with the speed he'd expect from any organization that took itself seriously. Hector wanted to bite back at the Belua saying they were all late, but was already aware of seniority being a key part of any organization. His military rank didn't mean anything here, so he'd just have to bite his tongue and bear with it. Wordlessly, he would follow along for the tour of the tower while Herne coiled around his left bicep, somewhat "pulsating" in layers of transparency while he relaxed.

They would soon be meeting with the head of the Tower, a man who looked the part of a mage. Though, he did seem rather young...but then again, a Veyonist was likely born practicing magic. Hector was certain that, in terms of magical expertise, everyone in the room far outstripped him. But, expertise didn't matter compared to lethal efficiency. Monsters didn't get easier just because you were more knowledgeable. At the question of whether any had questions, Hector would say: "Only one, sir. Will squad assignments be permanent, or will we be rotated out on a regular basis?"

Hector had a sneaking suspicion that, just due to the way the universe seemed to love playing cruel jokes on him, he'd already imagined himself being stuck with Scarlett for a long period of time. He has no doubt that she had the social decorum of a cactus...or perhaps, of ivy would be more accurate given her penchant for climbing. He also would hate to have to stand more than ten minutes of Evelyn's boasting. In fact, one of the only people in the room that he wasn't developing a distaste for was the young woman he'd overheard introducing herself as "Asterlope," a man who had introduced himself as "Aldin Rei" who carried himself with a good amount of dignity in both his words and posture, and the...other young woman(?) adorned in green who seemed as apprehensive as one could expect of a novice.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Liliana

[@Stinkgate]

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Liliana felt her heart break a bit when Alice looked ready to cry. ...Had...they all made her uncomfortable by making it seem like this was a bad thing? ...It wasn't. It really wasn't. It was just...a good thing at the wrong time. Takeshi's culture made it bad so...it was just something they'd have to deal with. Liliana would look a bit downtrodden, growing to her human size and looking to Alice. What could she possibly say to make this better?

...Nothing. Nothing at all. "I...um...maybe we should leave Alice alone for a bit. Takeshi too," she said. Even if she didn't have a lot of smarts about her, she did at least understand that calling so much attention to it was a mistake. She couldn't even approach Alice for fear of making her nervous breakdown worse. She'd never expected to see someone from a Wonderland look so afraid of people.

Turning back to the crowd, Liliana said: "Yeah...everyone, we should give Alice some space. Mr. Takeshi, whatever you want to tell people...give it some thought." With that, the fairy would start to float off, feeling a bit glum after all of that. It was hard to get a fairy down, but she sure was flying lower than normal.

Eula

@AzureKnight

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Eula would begin binding the hands of the various bandits that she'd managed to take down, honestly amazed at how well the fight had gone. She herself hadn't gotten a scratch, and Shizuka had handedly disposed of many bandits from behind them with the rest running away in terror. They'd won...even if she would have liked to capture far more than they'd ended up with. She'd have to bind each of them together with rope to ensure that they couldn't get away, tying them to a sturdy tree. It wasn't like they could walk a dozen or so men back to town, so they would have to be left here for proper authorities to pick up. Perhaps they could at least take back the leader however.

At Shizuka's praise, Eula would bow her head. "If it were not for you, I would have been heavily damaged by the crossbowmen. Perhaps even fatally. At the mention of her arm's damage, Eula would undo the binding covering it and examine her circuitry in detail. "Luckily, a simple fix due to damage being to the circuitry and not the joint." She would keep watch on the two bandits that Takeshi tied up, believing that they would take these three back.

Once everything was ready, Eula would look at the Bandit Leader. "Be aware that refusing to answer my questions is not an option. Query 1: Were you tasked with slaughtering the home of a woman who professed her love to you? Query 2: Can you describe this woman if she does exist in detail? Query 3: Have you encountered any Varjan patrols since your criminal activities in the area began?" Eula knew that humans could be stubborn, and as such looked to Shizuka. "Shizuka, if he does not answer, are you comfortable with torturing him on my behalf? I am incapable of grievously harming humans...but, I suppose he is strong enough that my parameters could be loosened."

Seeing that as an opportunity to demonstrate how outmatched the bandits were even now, Eula would pick up a decently sized stone in her good hand before crushing it into pebbles with one motion. "Non-vital body parts may be optimal for targeting, including: Hair, pinky fingers, and testicles..."

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Apocalypse Rescue Team

Fio would follow after Ting, definitely of the opinion that the Aron knew his way around town a lot better than she did. Even the street signs didn't exactly prove that helpful when you weren't exactly "literate", so she was glad she had Ting to guide. But thankfully, even if she couldn't read, Fio sure could count! And wow, those were some big numbers on the signs with the two circles around the line thingie that said "hey, its cheap!". It seemed Fio's fortune had come true and there was an abundance of food that needed to leave market TODAY.

Of course, even with the good fortune of some discounts, it wasn't like they could really splurge or anything. At best, probably four berries, which would most likely last the non-plant members of the team a day's journey, while Fio was fine with her existing bottle of water. Still, she wanted to make sure she wasn't recklessly spending, and would consult Ting first. "So...I think with our money pooled together, we can get you and Gale two Oran berries each...w-would that be enough?" the grass-type asked, hoping that her friends wouldn't be upset with too little food. She knew how she felt when she didn't get enough sunshine.

Fio also seemed a bit worried being in the market, looking over her shoulder on occasion, only to have a look of relief. ...Something might be bothering her...probably something to do with her "stuffed in sacks" schtick that she'd said during her introduction.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Well...at least it was a pretty dress! That made it exceptional, at least to Brandy in a way. Also, Alice and Sofia were super noticing the boob stares. "W-Well, given your lack of armor, it makes sense that you take the ring," Sofia said, feeling a touch awkward, enough so to adjust her quiver's sheathe to hide her cleavage a bit.

Still, it wasn't a bad haul, and with the silver pieces they'd received as well as the pawnable gear, they at least had a smidgeon of money to spend on more equipment. In some ways, they might have picked the best job for their skills: Low overall risk and time investment for a surprisingly rich reward. Alice would look over their money while the three recouped for a moment, folding her arms. "Well, it isn't quite enough to get any useful enchanted items, but maybe we could at least get Brandy a new weapon. You're already super handy with that club, so...maybe a mace? Oh, and some armor might do you some good as well."

Sofia would nod in agreement, seeing what they could find at the local smithy before splurging on any minor enchanted goods. The older blacksmith was a rather large man, his hair graying a bit...or maybe the only black parts of his hair were from ash. He seemed hard at work banging out a piece for repairs before he saw the three waiting at the counter. "Ah, pardon the wait ma'ams. I get a little too into my work sometimes. What can I get for you ladies today?"

Sofia would adjust her new monocle and say: "My fellow adventurers would like to purchase some equipment from your fine establishment. Do you have any blunt weapons? And armor in um..." she cast a glance at Brandy's bosom, saying: "...'Farm girl' size?"

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Yooooooooooo! Did Lilianna really think that Io died a virgin!? XD

@Rezod92

She doesn't think PERIOD.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Liliana

[@Basically anyone paying attention to Takeshi's Stank]

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This was...um...bad? Really, really bad? Skarsneek even brought up that, if this got out, Takeshi's family would make him commit Sudoku! And she was absolutely sure that would lead to yo-kai getting expunged from the island with everyone's fears proven! Even if her Queen was only sending Liliana as a favor, the little knight couldn't help but feel as if she absolutely had to do something...and besides, if the people of the land started hating monsters, more and more would side with the Varjans!

As such, this affair was becoming more and more dangerous as seconds passed. The bee lady named Kerry beside her was doing a very good job of laying out the predicament for Takeshi, but Liliana felt they needed to do...something! Anything, even! And the longer a group of mamono gathered around Takeshi with one sleeping on his back, the worse this looked! As such, Liliana could only turn to the absolute smartest person she knew! Io-

Oh god, she was dead! She looked dead! Stiff as a board! Come to think of it, wizards stayed cloistered in big towers all day and never talked to anybody...was she dying from remembering failed romances, or never scoring!? Concerned, Liliana would float over and return to her larger size, gently touching her shoulders. "H-Hey, Io, do you have any ideas!? You're super magic-smart, so...i-is there a spell or anything that can cover the scent up? For Takeshi's sake and everymono?"

Eula

@AzureKnight

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With numerous swordsman approaching her in spite of her stungun shots, Eula was beginning to run out of options offensively. Her strength was beyond human, but her very nature prevented her from harming humans grievously. She was even a bit shaken that she had it in her to return that cannonball from earlier. Had she already violated her protocols? What did "seriously harm" even mean? Bleeding? Bruising? A broken limb? Eula's mind raced as she considered the possibility before arriving to a conclusion:

If she didn't act to defeat the bandits, she was jeopardizing both Shizuka's safety and her own. She couldn't seriously harm the bandits...so, she simply wouldn't. With her resolve mustered as blades faced her down, Eula forsook the path of using her stun gun in rapid succession in hopes of thinning the crowd to instead stomp her foot on the ground, kicking up a good amount of dust before a shockwave followed, sending the half-dozen swordsman trained on her stumbling.

"Hm...Eula Thirty-Nine, huh? Is there really a need to use a number if you're the only one left?"

Eula wasn't sure who's voice she remembered as she slammed her fist into the side of one of the swordsmen, sending him against his comrades and causing six men to be defeated by a single blow, weapons left where they stood with their bodies crashed against a tree. An overwhelming feeling of disgust overwhelmed her mind. ...She hated this feeling. Of harming humans. But right now, she knew she was strong enough to fight without killing. Another swordsman would approach, jumping in an attempt to avoid Eula's shockwave-inducing stomps, but would find his blade caught by the Automaton. Left dangling, he'd be left wide open to the kick Eula unleashed, sending him flying towards the house where the bandit's leader had been flung.

Unflinching and with her eyes focused on the enemies around her, Eula would take great care to not get surrounded. Even if she was mostly metal, a clean strike through her limbs or torso could still damage her severely. And so she'd keep on the move, each wave of swordsman receiving the same warning.

"This unit is currently fighting at 43% strength to ensure that you all may be captured successfully. Please cease and desist by laying down your arms and allowing yourselves to be captured before you come to harm. Your resistance will be noted, and your cooperation will be appreciated," she would say, before probably immediately being charged and having to retaliate.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Hector Wyland

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In some capacity, Hector had expected Reavers to be eccentric...but this...'display' was having him reconsider the effort it took for him to even come here after being accepted into their order. He'd expected that, since this was a Veyonistic organization, that he should expect commoner magi and skilled individuals but...he was astounded by the flippancy on display. The already tired looking man somehow deepened the bag under his eye as he listened to the conversations around him, gradually wishing that he'd brought earplugs. Today was going to be a long day, especially with the one called Evelyn boasting of her magic already.

And, then someone climbed the tower. In seconds, specifically. ...It was astonishing how grotesque the act was, clambering up the wall like an insect with some sort of alchemical contraption. "...Hah," Hector said, breaking his silence as he watched the magus called "Scarlett" reach the top of the tower before them and then vanish from his sight. Good riddance, he supposed. But, he needed to make an introduction beyond monosyllabics. "I am Hector Wyland of house Wyland. Marksman and practitioner of Galdr and Thaumaturgy. Herne," he said, the last word he called summoning a thin veiling of mist near his left foot, before a difficult to spot snake crawled its way up and along the leg of his trousers before sitting comfortably coiled along his left wrist. "My familiar."

The snake observed those around, its air-like composition making it difficult to really tell where it was looking. As far as familiars went...it looked somewhat weak, both in size and solidity. But, it wasn't as if Hector named each familiar after the first. After all, the transient spirits his Galdr called upon would be different each time. He was already aware that with his training being so brief before coming, he likely paled in comparison to the Veyonists and Animists around him. ...But, he wasn't about to show weakness needlessly. "A pleasure to meet you all," he lied, imagining that he'd have to work with any potential number of the assembled recruits.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Apocalypse Rescue Team

Fio tapped a leaf to her chin, thinking about Ting and Gale's suggestions on their course of action. They were like, brokey broke. Barely had two Poke to rub together, and unlike her, the twosome needed to eat normal food to live. Gale seemed intent to visit the fortune teller at least, but...Fio knew her fortune! Luck with money!

Balling her arms up at the tips, Fio would say: "Me and Ting can handle shopping! My horoscope said luck with money, so maybe they'll have discounts! Bargains! Buy-one-get-one-or-maybe-two-free!" Fio's ideas were very...optimistic, but maybe there was a chance for some bargain or clearance sales. Maybe even some nearly-expired stuff they could find in a dumpster somewhere. Either way, she seemed convinced they'd at least find some berries for the two to eat along the way.

"A-Anyways, go and get your fortune read Gale! Its really neat, I promise," Fio said, proudly showing the fortune slip she'd gotten to the two, showing the picture of a Meowth dancing on it, coins raining down from the sky with "Luck with Money!" on it. ...It...might not even be a proper fortune, but it sure did look like one.

Her two teammates would probably have to deal with her perpetual optimism for the entire trip to Azure Orchards and back.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Enkryption

It's fine, we're alright over here. Just busy cleaning up stuff and, y'know, no electricity to visit RPGuild and write. I'm only using some unstable WiFi to reply.

@PaulHaynek

Hope everything works out for you man! Stay safe and dry, if you can.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Hector Wyland

Name: Hector Wyland

"Sometimes, its a lot easier solving problems with lead instead of magic."

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Appearance: At a height of 5'8" with a slim build, Hector is a rather unimpressive man in terms of stature. His gray hair gives the impression of him being a lot older than he actually is, and the sullen look in his one remaining eye doesn't help that image much. Still, one can tell by the way he carries himself that he's a man of noble birth and military training.

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Magic Divination: Galdr, Thaumaturgy

Abilities:

Galdr

Ghost Line: Rather than using Galdr to call upon fully manifested familiars, Hector prefers to keep them in a semi-solid "incomplete" state. His familiars are much weaker for it, but lack a physical form to be attacked. They can also inhabit objects, such as his gun or the bullets within to manipulate them. The only consistent familiar that he has is the one that frequently inhabits the stock of his gun: Herne, who takes the form of a transparent white snake.

Haunt: A spiritual invocation that sends one of Hector's familiar towards an enemy, "Marking" them in a way that allows him to see them so long as the spirit remains attached, or within 500 meters. Hector can also have a familiar "haunt" an area, causing a thick white fog to roll in and obscure it.

Shot Suspend: A basic order given to spirits inhabiting bullets to "hold" them in place in the air. This can result in a loss of power compared to an actual firing, but the shot's angle can also be redirected. If Hector is in a hurry, he can even force a bullet from his hand to be "suspended", but he usually only does this to ease the process of reloading his rifle.

Self Order: A bizarre Galdr spell in which the user allows a spirit to gain limited control of a body part, with Hektor most frequently using it on his arms to allow him to fire with near perfect accuracy even while running. The only part he refuses to give up his the index finger he'd use to pull the trigger, seeing as he doesn't want to risk a particularly jumpy spirit blowing away an ally by mistake.

Thaumaturgy

Healing Prayer: One of the basic thaumaturgical spells that Hektor knew during his time as a medical practitioner contracted by the Church. Alleviates pain, hastens regeneration, and provides some relief from toxins and poisons in the blood. Not a very powerful healing spell, but is quick to intone.

Smite: A popular spell of the church devised for the purpose of eliminating monsters. Allows the user to attach a fair deal of magical energy to a weapon in order to deliver a devastating blow with significantly more force behind it. Hector chooses to use it to give his bullets significantly increased destructive power and shot velocity.

Ward of Morning: A protective barrier spell used to cleanse miasma in a small area while also making it painful for non-humanoid entities to be inside. While the damage inflicted by the spell is minimal, it also makes creatures of unholy origin move significantly slower. If an Apparition enters the ward's area, they will become susceptible to physical damage and other magic types.

Equipment:

Freischütz: A lovingly customized magitech lever-action rifle that was hand-assembled by Hector. The make of the rifle is top of the line, durable and sleek with each part functioning smoothly for the user. The gun itself is made to be conductive to Galdr incantations, allowing the user to summon a spirit both inside the barrel, and along it for stabilization.

Bayonet: A simple steel blade roughly four inches in length that can be used as a simple knife or attached to the end of Freischütz.

Brief Background: As the third son of a noble house, prospects were limited for the youngest boy of the house Wyland. Situated in Flugell and having an opportunity to join the nation's armed forces to earn distinction, Hector was a typical Noble Licsuhianist that thought the world of his own skills and entrusted the usage of magic to be fully in the church's purview. Receiving training as a field doctor as well as an infantryman, Hector's prospective military would be cut short, along with the lives of his brothers in arms. The camp position was supposed to be clear of miasma, but the apparitions within had wandered far from their toxic hovels in search of prey.

Its an odd feeling, having a transparent claw slice through your eye. That was, at the only injury Hector sustained from the apparitions that tore his comrades to pieces before he was sent hurtling over a nearby cliff while trying to dodge a second swipe, plummeting into a river. Through sheer dumb luck he had survived, being found by a downstream Fae community deeper within the woods. There his wound was tended, the worst outcome of corruption being avoided thanks to a skilled thaumaturge. Burning with shame and a desire to exterminate blight, he'd forsake the church's beliefs on magic to learn from the Fae in the village...albeit, as one can tell from the state of his familiars, he doesn't have a very high aptitude for magic usage. In spite of this, he's sought out the Tower to become a Reaver to hunt down menaces to the world. After all...his life had to have been saved for a reason.

Anything else we should know about you: While there is still a bit of the "nobleman pomp" in Hector, he's not so proud as to think he's better than those around him anymore.

While he does have a basic healing spell at his disposal, Hector's medical expertise means that he can aid the injured without magic if need be.

Morgan Laplace

Name: Morgan Laplace

"This world is simultaneously complex and simple. Rudimentary forces of nature following advanced principles without knowing it, the golden ratio followed by reflex alone...and we humanoids stand at the pinnacle of reason. We alone can see the world for everything it is."

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Appearance: A scholar and bookish sort by nature, Morgan is far from physically imposing, standing at 5'4" and possessing twiggy limbs and a pale complexion. The most stand-out trait of this blue-haired woman has to be her piercing cyan eyes that seem to devour everything they see, deconstructing it, breaking it down, reassembling it, and then finding something new to dismantle in her mind.

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Magic Divination: Esperism, Void

Abilities:

Esperism

Probe-Mind: Espermancy as a practice is famous for allowing one to read minds, and Morgan is no stranger to it. However, rather than peering at the explicit words one says, she instead tunes into latent emotions and changes in one's brain. After all, you can just THINK of something else to counter a mindreader, but one couldn't hide how they felt in the recesses of their mind. In battle, this is used to gauge enemy intention.

Over-Clock: The magic of the mind isn't just for peeking or influencing others. A dangerous spell that accelerates neural pathways in one's own mind, allowing them to access parts of their brain that were previously unused, recall virtually anything they know, and to accelerate their brain's processing speed far beyond its normal limitations. When using Over-Clock, Morgan obtains a reaction speed outstripping any living human, with the drawback of extreme mental fatigue occuring after sixty seconds of usage. After which...well...it isn't exactly dignified to see a genius spouting gibberish, so she tries to avoid using it for long periods of time.

While Over-Clock is powerful, it is worth noting that Morgan can still only move as quickly as she normally could. The only thing moving faster are her thoughts.

Lunatic-High: Utilizing Over-Clock on another person is virtually impossible, due to how different everyone's brain is structured...but a watered down version is certainly possible. A diluted version of Over-Clock that can be used on others to greatly enhance their mental acuity for a small period of time, only having a small fraction of the mental fatigue that Morgan would suffer using the full thing.

Strange-World: An inverse of virtually all espermancy principles, this spell functions much like telepathy, but as an offensive stream of concentrated thoughts meant to hinder the opponent. Trivial gibberish, theorems that would take years to understand, the names of specific strange body parts of fish found thousands of meters beneath the sea...

...Morgan certainly knows a lot of things, not all of them useful. She doesn't mind sharing. Aggressively.

Mind-Palace: An illusion that manifests the inner workings of one's mind. Almost impossible to utilize in combat due to its exhaustive cost, but does allow the caster to capture a glimpse into someone's past, manifesting a room of memory that forms around the environment.

Void

Star-Step: Utilizing void magic's manipulation over space, Morgan quickly accelerates in a straight line and leaves a streak of void energy on the ground that, while it remains present and undisturbed, allows her to instantly teleport back to the initial position regardless of where she is within a 200' radius. Only one Star-Step field can be active at a time, and creating a new one will erase the older one.

Cosmic-Force: A singular black ball of energy that can either gravitate objects towards it, or away from it, at a gradual rate that decreases as it influences larger objects. Fairly brittle, and isn't used as direct offense.

Banished-Comet: The most directly offensive spell that Morgan has, that condenses inorganic matter down into a cubic foot and then launches it at high speeds, repulsed by void energy. Essentially, a very fast rock.

Black-Hole: All magic is formed of energy, that passes through the world, to people, then back into the world. Each spell, a unique mechanism to channel that force, with all Magi having their own unique ways of doing so. Black-Hole can only be used when Morgan fully grasps the mechanics of someone's spell, to the extent that she could cast it herself with relevant training. Black-Hole will then "rob" the target of that spell for as long as Morgan keeps focus on it, gaining an orb of energy that can "cheat" its way into casting the spell for her using her own energy.

Once the spell has been robbed, the original user loses all ability to cast it until Black-Hole is undone or destroyed.

Equipment:

Silvered Pointer: A silver alloy cane that used to belong to the prior Laplace...or perhaps, even the one before him. A straight-handled cane that hides a rapier within, the blade being of exceptional make. It has been well-cared for, even after being passed down. The body of the cane reads: "Je n'avais pas besoin de cette hypothèse-là," and Morgan can often be seen carrying it underneath one arm with her always.

Polymathis Ensemble: A sharp suit that is often customized to the owner's liking, each name-bearing member of Polymathis is afforded a wardrobe. Yes, this does in fact mean Morgan only wears one outfit. Her's are kept close to the standard, with the exception being a silver boutonniere affixed over her tie.

Brief Background:
Some are born with everything, while more still are born with nothing. Born in the slums of Morgenröte's backstreets, Morgan was the typical orphan sob story one could expect. No parents to speak of, picked on for her size, and always uncertain of when her next meal would be come.

She couldn't remember how it came to pass, but one day she found herself in an alleyway, playing a game of some kind against a man wearing an iron mask. His movements were minimal, his breath wheezing, but Morgan understood as soon as she touched one of the game pieces that something important was on the line. A best of three match, with the first game spent with Morgan losing completely and utterly, her lack of understanding of the rules leading to a sudden defeat. After manipulating her pieces in the second game in an unexpected way, she just barely eked out a victory, one of the two needed for her life to change.

Outraged, the man began to play in earnest, trumping each of Morgan's amateur strategies, taking piece after piece and dwindling away at Morgan's resources. It was a hopeless situation, one that many would call as simple as "a child just can't beat an adult." And yet, an orphaned child born in a bad environment understood one thing very clearly:

If the odds were against you, even them.

A coughing fit overtook the man as he wheezed, the deft hand of a child gliding across the board to snatch a meaningless piece in the backline of the iron man's formation. She'd cheated. Right under the nose of the man who would become her grandfather, Morgan would open a seemingly meaningless gap that would lead to that man's defeat in two more turns.

No child was as sly as they thought, however. Of course an adult would notice a little game of sleight of hand, baited by a coughing fit. And of course, it was the perfect test for the future Laplace, as one who created an opportunity from nothing even if it meant risking everything. Morgan would be lead to a grand library afterward, her reward for victory being indoctrination, education, salvation, and experimentation. The limits of what a mind could store were stretched to their limit each day, grueling study taking place of a childhood, with many other children who had passed similar tests soon failing and being expelled from the halls. And yet, in the heart of Morgan...

There was nothing but elation.

Here, she was superior. Here, she was powerful. Here, she wasn't weaker or jealous, hungry or cold, here, and only here, something other than birth and strength mattered. Of course, magic was part of the curriculum, and children were often compelled to compete against one another in contests of direct magical combat. Morgan would often win her duels days in advance, watching her opposition practice in order to learn every facet of their skillset, and counter it at every opportunity.

At the age of 16 Morgan would accept the last name of the scholar that had brought her in, Laplace the Mécanique Céleste. It was only after passing their tests that she was deemed worthy of knowing of her home's identity, the Polymathis, a society of recluse magus that believed that potential should be sought everywhere, in the name of all geniuses that died in silence. Bearing the weight of a genius' legacy, as well as the prestige of Polymathis with her, she would travel the world in search of long-forgotten knowledge, study the stars above her, and harness her magic to the utmost until a flight of fancy struck her.

"I may see something interesting if I go."

"...Besides, I'm never afforded wiggleroom in my research budget. Detestable as it is, I'll have to work for money."

Anything else we should know about you:
Morgan is a huge fan of sweets, indulging in them at any chance she can when offered, and is easily bribed. "Tutoring, private lessons, proofreading...if you promise me enough sugary delights, I'd even take you into Polymathis myself!"

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