Arko, as a Tarot mage, has an incredible array of abilities as well as a level of mastery over them that one would have to be immortal to achieve. These abilities are tied to the Tarot deck he carries, however, and he is only capable of using a few based on which card or suite is active.
Switching between or to the Minor Arcana is easy and rapid, whereas switching to or between the Major Arcana is not that much harder but is not likely to be done in the heat of combat or under pressure.
Arko is not incapable of magic without an active card, but is only capable of minor manipulation of arcane energy, only able to fire small bolts, create a shield, or extend the range of his swordspear by channeling it off the blade.
Arko was born as part of a small nomadic tribe in the far north. Though he was a talent born with a larger the usual reserve of mana he seemed to have no way of using it, a few years of training had only resulted in the absolute basic abilities of magic. It was becoming a source of frustration for both him and his trainers until and elder came to him with a gift: A Tarot deck, the cards acting as a focus for him, granting him the abilities for the power he held.
Arko's clan eventually found itself caught in the middle of a vicious rivalry between two larger clans, as travel became dangerous Arko joined the small group of guardians responsible for fending off raiding parties from both sides of the conflict, it wouldn't last long however, as when one clan beat the other Arko's clan accepted the inevitable and agreed to assimilate into the now much larger clan. It was during the transition that Arko, along with a few others, decided to leave, going their separate ways out onto the world.
Arko is a friendly and gentle person but is more likely to smile at his companions than to say anything, being a rather quiet individual, Though through the armor he is usually wearing his passive demeanor and silence often just leads to the effect of stoicism and making him seem uncaring. Yet despite his normally gentle and friendly nature he can be a rather fierce combatant and is more that willing to stare down death in defense of his friends, to the point of accepting his fate if it ensures the survival of those closest to him, though he has proven difficult to kill.
And this just for kicks
Salomon de Pontus
Sex: Male Age: 803
Pethras' current skeletal appearance is a result of his own self-Resurrection. He still wears the old, yet well-kept, armor of his original service and bears the same greatsword. To assume he is frail in this form would be foolish, as he is still just as strong, if not stronger, than when he was first alive.
Necromancy: Salomon has only dabbled lightly in this magic, only enough to conjure up mindless versions of other fallen templars as well as being able to place a mark on himself so that his life returns to him in death. It has kept him from ever truly dying though it takes time for his life to return.
Hand of God: Lifts anyone in a small area and slams them back into the ground.
Eschaton: A purple aura emits from both Salomon's weapon and him, making him almost unstoppable. His blade cannot be blocked by anything and can cleave through spells to either deflect or null them.
Divine Blessing: A restorative light emits from Salomon, healing those around him.
Candlelight: a simple spell that creates a controllable ball of light.
A Templar in the time of the crusades, Salomon was among the best knights of the order. He had dabbled secretly in necromancy at the time but later admitted it to the Grand Master, who overlooked it in light of his devotion and service. The time did come when he fell in battle, only to rise again several months later and return to an order that thought him dead.
He was accepted back and continued to serve as a guardian to the Catholic Arcanocracy even after the disbanding of the Templar order. There has been a few other times that he has "died" returning each time to return to his charge. He now travels between Cathedrals and remains out of the public eye, awaiting his next call to service.
anyone within the Catholic Arcanocracy gets the best of Salomon's personality, the jovial knight standing ready to guard them, or occasionally using his appearance to startle the unsuspecting for a chuckle, those without often get an indifferent, and sometimes cold, tone though he is still respectful.
For obvious reasons he lives as somewhat of a recluse, almost never wandering out into society unless called upon or to patrol some of the lesser populated areas of the Arcanocracy's influence.
Maxim looked up when someone finally walked through the door, cocking his head to the side slightly when she took a picture of him. Brushing off the sudden snapshot he stood up and walked towards his student. "You must be Eria then, my name is Maxim, I suppose you already know that you've been transferred to me for Aether training. As you can see..." he gestured around the class "...you are my only student and you needn't be so formal, just calling me Maxim, or even Max if you prefer, will be fine"
Maxim turned and walked back to one side of the room "I suppose we might as well get right into it. I'd like to start with figuring out what you already know and can do" he paused for a second and turned back around to face Eria "now before you start swinging I don't intend to do that with a fight, I know how some of the other teachers here are. I think you should be capable of telling me what you can do, yes? or perhaps and small demonstration" he made another gesture at the center of the room "whenever you're ready"
Maxim planned on simply going about his day with little care, though Kano had come up to him in the teacher lounge above the lunchroom, impressive given that Maxim had decided not to wander in there today, and told him that he was to teach an aether student. And just like that, he had a student, the scarcity of techmentals as well as aether elementals had made Eria his only student.
Regardless that he now had a student meant he needed to teach, as lunch was ending he made his was to his classroom, more of a techmental workshop that a regular classroom but it would serve it's purpose, and waited for his student. He did trust that Kano would make Eria aware of her transfer to him, otherwise things would just be awkward. While waiting he moved a few things around and sat down in a chair, glancing at the door occasionally.
Leno returned a smile as Rabbit saved him. He turned to see the rest of the skeletons but before he could even ask about their strategy Nena was giving orders and charging off again.
Leno whirled around when Rabbit saved him yet again, he had to make a quick decision. Hope Rabbit could at least fend off the two skeletons and go for the archers, perhaps even help Nena with the armored one, or leave Nena on her own, hopefully not getting spotted by the archers during her fight with the greatsword wielding skeleton and finish off the skeletons with Blackrabbit.
opting for the latter he turned around and nocked and arrow, trying to stay behind Rabbit while lining up shots where he could.
Things seemed to be calming down and lunch ended anyway so most students were already leaving. Maxim did notice however that the fat student going after the red-haired one, as they were both involved in the near fight he assumed that there was going to be fists, or whatever it was they flung, flying after all.
He had decided to follow, rather easy to accomplish, and found that the fight was already starting by the time he got to where the two met. He had no intention of breaking it up though, instead he sat down on a rock nearby to watch.
"huh? Wait!" Leno drew his bow again just as Nena charged at the two skeletons, he had a lightning arrow ready by the time she hit, she was perfectly fine taking out that one, it crumbled like the ones before but...you know...there were two...
The second one was already running away. He targeted it and hit it with the arrow, sprinting after it when it was stunned for a short second Jumping up Nena's back and kicking off her head to leap over it and block it's way, he tried to shoot it again from mid-air but the arrow missed and the skeleton got closer to his landing spot than he would have liked. He started swinging at it to keep it at bay but since he was swinging a bow, albeit a bladed one, he wasn't having the easiest of time cutting it apart. Hopefully Nena or Blackrabbit could lend a hand...
"The safety and integrity of my- the food of the students it at risk, it seems that there is going to be a fight that's brewing, so for the sake of saved and unblemished food destined to be eaten, would you mind interfering?"
"I don't see why a bit of spilled food should cause much trouble, you all seem to merely be beating chest and flaring nostrils" He turned slightly to look back at the student that came up to him "Unless a fight really is going to happen yo-"...and then the beginning of a fight started, prompting a sigh from Maxim "well, I suppose i'll make sure this doesn't get out of hand."
He took his hands of the railing and clasped them behind his back, a short moment later he was down on the first floor by where the scuffle was starting. The first thing he said however was "Is this really starting over some spilled food?" perhaps his time as a machine he simple lessened his value of edible sustenance, he shook his head slightly. "Regardless, I'm going to have to insist you all calm down and not start a brawl. It is lunch break after all." His gaze swept over the students involved "Besides they're going to make me deal with whatever damage you cause so I would rather that be none"