Personality: Mareck is a Friendly person, However he's a bit on the strange side. He is slightly erratic and a bit crazy but he is quite trusting unless you betray him, then he may never completely trust you again, but as long as he does he will remain very loyal, dedicated even
Mischa looked up from where he was on the ground to see that the demon he had jumped up on had gotten up and dragged another demon girl out of the cafeteria, completely ignoring what Mischa did, not that he was complaining. He stood back up, brushed himself off, and sat down at the table the demon was at before. he was watching the commotion where it seemed one of the students was hurt or something while he absent-mindedly began eating the rest of the large demon's food, tail swaying happily as he did.
Personality: Mareck is a Friendly person, However he's a bit on the strange side. He is slightly erratic and a bit crazy but he is quite trusting unless you betray him, then he may never completely trust you again, but as long as he does he will remain very loyal, dedicated even
Back Story: (i have a backstory but would it be okay if it is revealed in IC?)
Mischa woke up with a yawn. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking around to see that he was the only one still in the room. he did notice that there were four other beds meaning he had at most four roommates, he didn't know who or what they were as he curled up and fell asleep not long after entering the room. He rose from the bed and located the door to the bathroom a went through it, emerging a few minutes later with a fresh set of clothes consisting of a long-sleeve black shirt with a red vest and a pair of black pants and boots, though he still had his collar around his neck and the small attached bell that made no sound as he moved. He walked back over to the bed he slept on and picked up his rifle and slung it on his back.
He exited the dorm and headed to the portal that acted as an elevator taking down to the cafeteria in accordance with that elf's message. it seemed most everyone else was already there and eating so he headed toward the area it seemed everyone was getting their food, along the way however he spotted the back off a fairly large demon. He stopped in his tracks at the sight and his face lit up with a smile seconds before he pounced up onto the demon's shoulders and threw his arms around him "Aeyz, it's been years i never thou-..." he opened his eyes again to looked at the demon "Hey wait you're not Aeyz" He said before falling off of the demon and tumbling onto the floor.
Personality - Varric is rather laid-back and jovial with his comrades though He can get nervous and a bit awkward in the middle of social situations. (personality is something alot easier for me to just RP than describe)
Bio - Varric was born and raised on Palaven, his father a commander in the army and his mother was a cabal. He had started training when he was young like most Turians and eventually ended up in the special forces much to the pride of his parents. He performed well among the special forces, achieving the rank of Lieutenant and being given command of a small strike unit in the Armiger Legion. He was doing well for himself in the Legion, his superiors said that he could've be a spectre, until one mission he had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing right down to his orders, to call it a catastrophe would be an understatement, he lost his entire unit and the hierarchy had cover up the results of the failed operation. Varric left the Turian military soon after, bound for the terminus where he became a mercenary.
Mischa strode down the path, his tail swaying behind him and his ears pivoting around toward sudden noises, the sky was beginning to darken and he was beginning to wonder if he was even still on the right trail. 'it's to late to turn back' he thought as he looked up at the sky and adjusted the rifle slung on his back "it's can't be much farther now" he assured himself, and sure enough he saw what looked like a building just up ahead.
He stepped into the area in front of the gates, but something made him freeze, he stood still slowly bringing a hand up to his rifle and a moment later both of he ears faced back and he jumped into a front flip as an energy projectile flew from behind him through were he just was. Before he even landed he had drawn his weapon and fired a round at his attacker half way through the flip. He landed with a soft thud and spun around bringing his rifle up again only to see nothing, he glanced around looking for whatever it was that attacked him but when he found nothing he put his rifle away before a voice around him "Ah, Congratulation, You have successfully completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance rank: Ａ."
"final step?" Mischa wondered as he turned to find that the gates were open. He shrugged and walked through them and came face to face with an elven clerk who, judging by the name tag, was named "Yayo Fiji" the elf spoke when Mischa approached "Welcome to Rosewood! May I ask for your name, race, class, rank, and electives chosen?" Mischa was slightly confused and responded with "I-I'm Mischa, I'm a...Nocturne, Essentia, I was given the rank of A, and...what do you mean by electives?" "electives, the classes you pick to go along with the required courses" "Required-...THIS IS A SCHOOL?!" Mischa's eyes went wide at the realization "uh yes, here's a list if you haven't decided" Yayo slide a paper listing the elective classes across the desk. Mischa looked it over 'it's just as well' he thought 'regardless, school or not i've nowhere else to go' He looked back up from the list and said "Magical History and Art" "of course" the elf said "and here's your student identification necklace" the elf handed Mischa his necklace, a small rectangular metal token with a symbol on the front, on the back he read 4-C. After being directed to the way up he nodded to the clerk and headed off.
Mischa stepped into the portal and waited for it to take him up to the 4th floor. It took him a minute to realize when it did and he stepped off the portal onto some carpet, he was looking around having trouble finding out which door lead to his room, or dorm as was the case, and likely wouldn't have found it were it not for another student that threw open a door and shouted "4-C! Over here 4-C! Quickly only four minutes left! You have to get off the carpet!" He didn't know what the carpet had to do with it but quickly scurried into the room anyway, once inside he sighed, dropped his rifle onto the floor, and flopped onto one of the beds stretching like a cat with an accompanying "mreeeeeeeeeeeeeehh" he didn't even notice that the bed had "Leval Lamrue" carved on the headboard.
