Fantasy [CS] Corvallis Academy

[Neo Alice]

These is the bare minimum information I need from your characters, feel free to add more things if you feel it's necessary. You can also add codes and stuff but try to keep it mobile friendly.

Spoiler: CS template

[Image of your Faceclaim, mandatory]

Full Name:

Age: (Min. 15 and Max. 17)

Personality:

Appearance (Optional): If there's any details you want to add that maybe aren't easily seen in the image (piercings, tattoos) or things you would like to replace (hair/eye colors) or simply because you like to write this sort of things down.

Height:

Weight:

Conduit Moment: Describe how it was, which source you connected with and how it changed you. As a general rule it must involve a strong emotion but aside from that you can be as creative as you want. It's not uncommon for Wild Borns to acquire a new hair/eye/skin coloration and/or pointy ears but it's not mandatory. (Your chosen Source of conduit moment doesn't limitates what magic you'll be able to use/learn)

Background: How was your life before your conduit moment? You don't need to go into a lot of details but a general picture is required.

Spoiler: Conduit Moments so far

Here's the official list, so far we have 18 approved characters.

Sky: 4
Sun: 4
Moon: 5
Earth: 5

There's no pressure into choosing one source over the other but I know this might come handy to indecisive players that want to make a character.

If I give your post a reaction it means that your character is approved.

 

[JuniperBoi]

Full Name: Judas Mackenzie Carter

Age: 16

Personality: Judas is mostly calm and collected. He usually tries to not bring attention to himself and get by without making a scene. He’s pretty shy when multiple people look at him. When people stare at him, he hides in his hood Due to his conduit moment, he resented his power because every one was looking at him. Despite his shyness, he’s a nice person to get along with.

Appearance (Optional): He has lightning-shaped mark that’s on his left cheek and goes up to the bottom of his eye

Height: 5’6

Weight: 132lbs

Conduit Moment: It was a Saturday night with his family. They just got back from the movies and were going to the local restaurant. It was beginning to thunder a little bit. Judas’ family was about to cross the street before Judas’ older sister decided to challenge Judas to a race across the street. Judas was trailing behind as his sister was mocking him. As she was mocking him, a truck was about to hit her. Judas darted towards her and a bolt of lightning struck Judas. Next thing you know, both him and his sister were on the other side of the street, unscathed. His eyes were glowing yellow with lightning (they were previously brown) a lightning shape mark on his cheek up to his bottom of his eye. Everyone was looking at him, taking photos and recording videos. Judas was about to have a panic attack before being embraced by his sister. Shielding him from the crowd.

Background: Judas grew up in a rather calming beachfront town before moving deeper into the city. He felt inferior to his sister due to her overachieving nature. He tried his best to get out of his sisters shadow but failed. As he grew older, he accepted the fact that he can’t beat his sister and decided to stop trying to be something he’s not and stay in his own lane. Due to this, he’s used to people sometimes ignoring him and developed a shy personality over time.

 

[Lord_Boreas]

(W.I.P)


Full Name: Korrnelius Edgar MountCastle

Age: 16

Personality: Korri was a flirty high school freshman without a care in the world but after his conduit moment, his personality turned completely over. Now, Korrnelius tends to keep to himself, only speaking when being spoke to and not making any attempts to find friends who could understand his current predicament. He is terrified he will hurt someone or himself so he chooses to stay solitary to avoid this.

Appearance (Optional): he has a crescent moon tattoo on his neck and his hair has turned a dark blue

Height: 5’10

Weight:150lbs

Conduit Source: Moon

Conduit Moment:
It started as a normal day when Korri went to his part time job at his local coffee shop. Usually he would be used to people being rude and yelling for him to move faster but that day, it seemed as if everyone was on edge. Korri had made over twenty drinks in thirty minutes and was attempting to gather his thoughts from the business rush when a man wearing a ski mask came inside the store while waving a gun around. The man ordered Korri to empty the register and to give him all the money which Korrnelius began to do when a new customer walked in the store obvious as to what was going on. The man whipped around to fire the gun when he heard the bell chime of the door opening. Korri looked on in horror as he realized the new customer was actually his mom here to pick him up at the end of his shift. Without thinking, Korri launched himself over the counter with the intent to tackle the man but the gun shot rang through the store before he could even get across the counter. As he watched his mother fall to the ground, something inside him similar to rage boiled up until it was spilling over. Korri screamed to the top of his lungs and right then a burst of energy expanded from his body and the entire shop was covered in ice which included all of the patrons, the gun man, and his mother who were all frozen solid.

Background:
Korri had a simple life before his conduit moment. He was the high school flirt and was known for being a player with both guys and girls, he played trumpet in his school’s marching band, and even started a taekwondo club. Korri enjoyed his life, and lived in a four bedroom house with his parents, younger brother, and two dogs where he always got what he wanted either by asking his parents or working on his own. Other than being the school flirt he was always a really kind guy, and usually went out of his way to help his classmates and friends.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Full Name: Ruth Goodwill

Age: 15

Personality: A sassy and spoiled girl with too much confidence and barely any life experience. Have some anger issue but she thinks everything would work just fine in the end.

Appearance: After her conduit moment her eyes now has several colorful layer in it. Also, the color of her blood turned into neon blue and can glow in the dark. She kept that last part a secret though since she thought it is kinda embarassing.

Height:
5'4
Weight:
110 lbs

Conduit Moment: It all start because of a bad day. Both of her parents were busy with their respective work, her crush got taken by someone else, her stream peaked at 2 viewers and she kept getting stupid teammates who didn't know how to play the damn game. All of those stress accumulated and for a brief moment she thought she should just smashed her controller into the screen and end her streaming career forever. She never do that, because her controller spontaneously combust on her hand, and then some of her posters on the wall were also lit on fire, then followed by her bed. At that point the fire alarm was already blaring and the automatic sprinkler sprayed her entire room with water. Ruth closed her stream without a word.

Background:
Boring. Goodwill is a rich family with business empire in the tech industry and even more to come. Though they also seemed to be involved with some shady business. Because of how busy her parents are, Ruth grew up to be a very spoiled yet lonely kid. She isn't really good at befriending people though so she tried her hands at streaming gameplay just so she wouldn't feel too alone.

While there's only two viewers who watched her messy conduit moment, it is the internet. Soon clips of that moment went viral. 'The power of getting tilted', it was called. It started a video trend of teenagers trying so hard to become enraged so they can become a witch themself. Because of that Ruth had ascended... into a meme. People started digging into her identity and the next time she started a stream she was overwhelmed by hundred of thousands new viewers. She closed the stream immediately. It was too much for her and with this much exposure there's no way The Abjurers wouldn't notice her. Knowing what lies ahead of her, she packed her belongings and when the squad knocked on her door, she immediately accepted the offer and left with them to the academy. She didn't even tell her parents about any of this.​

 

[Mayali]

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Full Name: Millicent “Millie” Rogers

Age: 16

Personality: She is an introvert that won't approach others unless she has an urgent reason for doing so, but does speak with those that approach her first. Those that get to interact with her will find her to be a kind and gentle soul with a love for fluffy little animals. Especially cats, foxes, and red pandas.

Appearance (Optional): She's a brown-eyed, peach-skinned youth that'll keep her, likewise, brown hair in a black, banana hairclip when not asleep. The clothes she wears include black shorts and an unbuttoned, collared shirt, while the short, tube top under the aforementioned shirt is green.

Height: 5 foot-3

Weight: 116

Conduit Moment: Millie lost her older brother, Jerome, to sepsis that'd been caused by pneumonia the day before her conduit moment. When she heard about his death, she became too numb with shock to actually react or feel anything from this loss. It wasn't until when she laid down the next night to sleep that she couldn't fall asleep, she just kept thinking about her brother and what time they'd spent together.

They didn't exactly get along but they both enjoyed playing cooperative video games together. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, Millie went to boot up one of their game consoles and loaded one of the games they'd normally play...though, at the time, she wasn't paying attention to which one. It was then that it hit her, that her brother wasn't coming back, that they'd no longer have their moments of being player 1 and player 2. Amid the onslaught of her grief, she found that she needed to get away from the room, needed fresh air in her face, so she ran outside where she'd collapsed onto her porch steps, crying. However, while she sat there feeling like she could use a hug, she did get a hug from the vines that'd once been benignly growing on the porch railings. The vines would wrap protectively around her out here in the open where those still on the road or those who looked out their windows could see it.

Background: Until her conduit moment, her life wasn't something exciting enough to 'write home about'. She and her family were residents in a small, wannabe city, suburbs that they'd moved out of when she was 12. Their new home was on a more busy city street and she would end up being homeschooled while they were settling in the new environment. For about two years she was learning from home until the day she was old enough to go to High School. She never really got to know many of the other students before her conduit moment, so wasn't leaving all that much behind other than her parents.

 

[Ghostiiys]

Full Name: Bellatrix Astra

Age: 17

Personality: Distrustful and withdrawn but also argumentative, which makes her not very well-liked by her peers. Bellatrix will not hesitate to put someone in their place just for the fun of it but most of the time she prefers to keep to herself. For some reason, Bellatrix acts like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but she has the courtesy of not always bulldozing over people who aren't bothering her.

Appearance: She has back dimples. and a long braid reaching her lower back. Her hands are now more clawed and she has pointed ears and teeth.

Height: 5'10

Weight: 140

Conduit Moment: Her conduit moment was actually right after her drug charges were dropped and she was expelled from her high school. Her feelings of rage , shame , fear, and uncertainty for her future muddled together. Not only that but she was barely able to pay her rent that month and didn't know if she would be able to for next month. So doing what she normally did when under mountains of stress, she got in her sedan and drove to a park about twenty minutes from her home, by then it was night with the moon's soft glow blanketing over her and enveloping her in an almost dangerous layer of cold.
It wasn't until she got out of her car as she assumed something could have happened with her car's radiator that she noticed in the reflection of her rearview mirror that her once ebony hair turned white as snow, but also reflective like an oil puddle. Bringing her hands to her face she noticed shadow-like wisps leave her fingertips. Maybe she was tripping, maybe she took something that was laced.
Bellatrix ran away towards the lake but tripped and fell into the water, her panicked state worsened as she thrashed her hands and arms in the algae-ridden water before one last thrash where she hit her hands-on ice instead of water. It was then that Bellatrix realized she couldn't have been on drugs because this? This was something too crazy no matter what you were on.


Background: Bellatrix was a ward of the state after running away from her father's home. She will not say why but after leaving at the age of 16 she began to work at a local supermarket and moved into a hostel. Although it wasn't the safest living environment Bellatrix learned her street smarts and made some side money by involving herself in selling small-time drugs at her high school, it was only after she got expelled for doing so that she became a wildborne. A lot of her past is shrouded in mystery and she likes to keep it that way.

 

[Guppy Franz]

Ryan Teller

Age: 17

Height: 5’11

Weight: 195lb​

Personality:
Thick-headed and dangerously impulsive would be the best way to describe Ryan Teller. Due to his impulsive nature, Ryan finds himself in more than enough trouble. Over time he had begun to enjoy the fights he found himself in, the thrill of beating punks who got too full of themselves always a good source of entertainment. Even if he can come off as intimidating, Ryan is a primarily laid-back individual who simply wings it as he goes, figuring things will work out later on if he’s lucky. At times he can be sarcastic and childish, but never crosses any lines when he's having some fun with people. With solid morals taught by his older brother and mother, he will always try to do the right thing, even if it’s a drag. Because of his older sibling, Ryan lives by his word, never breaking a promise and always telling the truth.

Appearance (Optional):
Atop his head is dark brown hair that he rarely tends to. His eyes are a dull shade of blue. Above his left eye is a small scar running over his brow. Traveling up both of his arms are strange bright green and silver markings, wrapping around his arms to his shoulders. He has no idea where they came from, but after his powers had awoken he awoke to them giving off a slight glow before fading.

Conduit Moment:
The day Ryan took a strange turn in life was like any other day after school. It was already common knowledge of the trouble he would find himself neck-deep in, the young delinquent unintentionally stirring up trouble with shady characters, both from school and around town. But, unfortunately, it seemed he finally bit off more than he could chew after beating up a little creep from his class after he had been pushed too far. Unfortunately, what Ryan had failed to know about this particular creep was that he had ties with a nasty gang around town.

After taking his usual route from school through the back alleys of the town, Ryan found himself cornered by a sketchy group of men. Ryan had instantly realized they were nothing like the delinquents he had fought before. Instead, these were real thugs, and they were out for blood by the look in their eyes—his blood. Ryan had managed to get a decent blow to a few of them, but there was no chance of winning. His attackers were ruthless in their assault, enjoying themselves and laughing while they continued their attack. Before Ryan could black out, a familiar voice called out his name. To his horror, the voice belonged to his older brother, who had come searching for him out of worry since Ryan had been gone for so long.

His brother threw himself at Ryan's attackers, but it would be a vain attempt to rescue his little brother. The thugs would grow even more violent in the beating until a sickening crack echoed throughout the alleyway. The world around Ryan would freeze as his brother would fall motionless to the ground and could only stare in utter shock, repeating his name in a small whisper before an overwhelming surge of emotion rose into his chest. Before the men could turn their sights back to Ryan, the very earth around them began to tremble, the concrete below their feet and the walls to their sides cracking violently. What happened afterward would forever be lost to Ryan as he had blacked out from the overwhelming power and emotions. The last thing he could remember was the fear covering the thug's faces and the growing grin that spread across his.


Background:
Growing up with a low-income family of three had never been easy for anyone, especially when a single mother is raising two route boys, but Ryan had always been thankful for what he did. Together with his mother and older brother Ryan lived as the runt of the family, his small family always doing what it took to keep the lights on and food on the table. From the moment he had started elementary school, Ryan found it rather challenging to stay out of trouble, gaining the ire of both the teachers and fellow students. His brother had joked oftenly about it being a natural talent of Ryans to stir things up.

Over the years, fighting became a regular thing, and he would be a well-known delinquent that always caused trouble wherever he went. Eventually, this trouble would lead to a tragic incident that would leave his brother bound to a wheelchair and him leaving his family behind in shame. However, with the birth of his new powers, Ryan is determined to master his gift. What he intends to do afterward with said powers, even he doesn’t know.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

"Wouldn't be caught dead with their hair down"

Full Name: Ariiasqthylinh Au Drayceon

Age: 15—16 in the summer

Gender: Nonbinary; they/them

Personality: Ariiasqthylinh—Arii, as they're called by anyone unwilling to say a 4-syllable name four times in a sentence, is as inconsistent as they are rude and curt. They consider all of their opinions on everything on a case-by-case basis, and something that they wouldn't mind in one case might be positively loathed in another. They don't like considering things that they have decided they don't like, nor do they particularly enjoy humoring people that they aren't close with.

All in all, Arii is an unpleasant person to be around upon first being introduced.

They do, however, have one little thing that they often fail to keep close to their chest. They really, really like music. And though that isn't embarrassing by itself, Ariiasq has found that they have a very weak tolerance to keeping all of the emotions they've stuck in a trash can down when listening to (or singing along to) music, and left alone long enough, they're liable to do any number of uncharacteristic things.

Arii has been diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder, and while they generally have a good handle on it like all of the rest of their emotions, there are also good and bad days. Said good and bad days, they theorize, is one of the reasons they're so... waffle-y when it comes to what their opinions are and what they want.

Appearance (Optional): Previously, they'd had black hair, normal eyes, normal ears, and lacked the malar markings.

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 115 lbs

Conduit Moment:

Despite their outward appearance, Arii had never been the most confident person. An anatomy study? Sure. A group project? Fine. A field trip to a crowded museum for their visual arts credit? Absolutely not.

Even so, they feared being held back a grade more. So, it was on a cloudy Saturday evening that they and around thirteen other art kids were ushered off into a typical school bus for an hour-long drive of horrible, humid, crowded noise. Needless to say, by the time they got to the museum, Arii was already more than a little frazzled, nerves already raw and nails chewed past the quicks of their fingers.

The museum was more crowded than they thought it would be—something about a large sample of some kind of rock being donated to be unveiled that day. They wouldn't have come if they knew what they could do. They were, however, under the impression that they were a perfectly normal human person with no mind-bendy magic abilities within five generations of their gene-pool.

The art tours went fine. They barely heard the guide over the sound of buzzing lights, and bustling people, and the feeling of people brushing against their shoulders, and the—they didn't hear the guide. Their only focus was their breathing. In, out. Consistently. At a rate they wouldn't pass out on. They stayed like that for the entire tour, following diligently behind their instructor and trying their damndest not to cry.

It happened when the class was filling out the door. There were so many people present that from afar, it looked like one, living, breathing mass sat in front of the glass entrance trickling in and out. Arii was herded in. There were so many people. Pushing. Shoving. Touching them—their arms, their hands, stepping on their toes, brushing past their shoulders. Too many bodies, too many voices. Too much, too much, too much—

For a moment, they were convinced that they'd ceased existing entirely. There were no voices. No one was touching them, anymore. It took them longer than it should have to realize that they were screaming.

Longer still, to realize that that was not their voice.

It was a sharp, shrill screech that carried, and carried, and carried, echoing off the surrounding buildings and spooking pigeons from their roosts.

They didn't know what they turned into. They still don't. There were pictures, yes, showing scales, and red, and teeth, and wings... they'd even think it a Dimorphodon or another small, tailed pterosaur if they'd never seen paleoart in their life. It was a grotesque, elongated, clawed creature. Dark red—almost black—laced with hashed markings. Wings—membrane broken and almost seeming like they were melted off bone—had stretched out from where the fingers of its arms should have been.

A mockery of an animal, they'd called it when they'd seen a picture of it.

Background:

Arii's had a fairly normal life up until the... Moment. They lived with their parents with frequent visits to a family friend (the first to get to them after their... incident, and the only witch Arii knew personally), and went to school with a nigh-flawless attendance record, and they kept their grades in the A range. They played trumpet, drew dumb diagrams of animal mashups in the corners of their graded essays, read about dinosaurs, and sang in their free time. They'd just gotten their open water diver certification the month before, and were looking into colleges for their future bachelors.

They were normal.

Normal enough that they occasionally tracked down as many records of their family history as possible just to make sure there was no possibility of inheriting magic from some... forgotten ancestor or something. Just to make sure they'd never have to control such a dangerous power and—after all that, still have to choose between one of the magic schools, uprooting their life in the process.

Please, they'd murmured to no one over papers they'd never shown anyone. Please leave me alone.

After the Moment, they'd fingered their earring, given to them by the only witch they knew, replaying what he'd said over and over. "For good luck," he'd said.

Yeah, right. Now they were sure of it. Luck didn't exist.

 

[Tapfic]

Full Name: Goes by Rumi Komori , wont tell anyone their legal first name.
Age: 17

Personality: Rumi knows what they want, and in most cases has the smarts to get it. It just so happens that what they want usually involves making as many allies as possible- so they're generally friendly, good humored, interested in helping others, and easy to get along with. Unless said person realizes the relationship only exists as a means for them to control their surroundings. Then things become a bit more tricky.
They're also very concerned with money, and using magic for monetary gain.
One of the very few genuine parts of Rumi's personality unfortunately involves telling jokes where the punchline is making someone annoyed or uncomfortable. When they meet people they make them guess their pronouns. Any answer is correct, but she/her is the most common.

Appearance:
A feminine androgynous person, with long black hair that tints more towards gray ; and red down turned eyes (previously blue-gray) . They always have their forearms covered, prefer loose fitting, pastel clothes, and almost never stops smiling.

Height: 5'8

Weight: 120

Conduit Moment: CW for abuse in the background

The news of a sibling's impending death wasn't easy to deal with, but it hadn't been what sparked their conduit moment. Nor had it been the burn of their mother's lit cigarette against the skin of their forearm- not when they had felt it a hundred times before.
Ruri was the name of their older sister by four years, and the only person Rumi had ever considered "safe".
They picked their own name to match hers, took every opportunity to visit Ruri and her new son in their scrappy little city apartment, and built their plans for the future around living closer as soon as they turned 18.
As of current time, Rumi still hasn't been told the name of whatever illness it was their sister got. Only that she has a few years left if left untreated, and any hope for her survival comes with a heavy price tag.

" I'm not paying. She cut me out, and she can live with it, " Their mother was never a warm person, obviously, but the cold distaste for her own daughter's life left a sick feeling in the back of Rumi's throat.
They knew their mother had a hard life before now. The woman had made sure both children knew just how much time and beauty they had stolen from her. It made it easier not to hate her.
To craft little excuses for every transgression the woman didn't see fit to justify.
Excuses could only go so far.
Rumi could let go of the burns and bruises on her own arms, but her sister's life. Everything Rumi had ever wanted from their future was hanging by a thread, and this woman didn't even have the decency to pretend she cared.

And for the first time in many, many years; Rumi didn't want to keep the peace, or drop the topic, or deescalate. They wanted the woman to understand, and they wanted that understanding to hurt.
Just as the desire shot through their veins, their mother was staring wide eyed at the skin on her own arms.
She muttered the name she gave Rumi sixteen years ago under her breath, as though asking a question; before screaming as she fell to her knees; pulling at every piece of exposed skin she could find, and Rumi knew somehow- though it wasn't real- she was watching it rot away.

It didn't take long to put the pieces together from that. A connection to the moon. A horrifying illusion. Newly reddened eyes and pointed teeth. They had been given a conduit moment.



Background:
Rumi's mother was at one point, a fairly successful model.
While not struggling, her career took a hit when she had her first child at a " scandalously young age". The man went to prison for three years- and their mother spent thousands on surgeries to remove the stretchmarks.
The man who fathered Rumi swore he would get married and settle, but left before they were born.
Rumi's older half-sister acted as a stand in parent for the majority of their life, until she managed to move away at eighteen. It was great for Ruri, but honestly made things worse for Rumi-being alone in that house. Their sister tried to make up for it by having Rumi stay over on weekends, and buying them the more feminine clothes their mother would have thrown out- but she couldn't do much when Rumi never admitted to how horrible things had gotten.
Other than their home life, Rumi had a fairly normal upper middle class upbringing. Went to a nice school, and floated between whatever clique sparked their intrest at the moment.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Full Name: Sorey Soliel

Age: 15

Personality:
Sorey is a wandering contradiction. He presents himself as blunt, snarky and easy-going. In his own personal worldview. There aren't strictly good or bad people. People just make decisions based on their own desires. Sometimes those desires are for the sake of others, other times they're self-centered. Sorey believes that regardless of intent. One must always accept and deal with the consequences for any actions they take. This may make him seem heartless or apathetic. Rather this is just a outlook born from personal experiences. Deep down, he still bears a childhood dream to be someone that protects the weak and punishes the unjust. Despite his best efforts to force such feelings down in the face of his beliefs. Sorey can't help but help those in need. To him, magic is a tool that is to be studied. As long as he can utilize it for the sake of others. Rules and ethics aren't really at the forefront of his mind.

Appearance: Since his conduit moment. Nearly color has drained from his hair and eyes. They are now both a pale gold.

Height: 180cm

Weight: 120lbs

Conduit Moment:
Sorey's conduit moment came as a shock to his family. At a gathering to celebrate the 70th birthday of his grandmother. His younger sister was accosted by the older brother of her school bully. When Sorey attempted to talk the guy down using a rather solid argument about being a stereotype. The brother and his posse pulled out knives. Taking a blade to the arm for the sake of his sister. Sorey's body glowed with a golden light. Seemingly the knife had broken upon impact. Standing tall and shining like the sun. Sorey sent the group of middle schoolers packing with glare. It was after this that his parents discovered his eye and hair coloration changing to a pale gold.

Background: Sorey is from a small family that lived in a regular suburban neighborhood. His favorite pass-time as a child was reading a picture-book about a golden knight that fought monsters to protect the weak. Wanting to emulate said hero. Sorey attempted to do good in the world. However his efforts were met with bullied victims switching sides, other parents lying to get him suspended and even his older sister telling him that heroes don't exist. As he grew older and observed the hypocrisy of humanity. Sorey became a much more embittered and ambivalent person. In spite of a deep desire to help those who needed him. He simply believed that people would always turn on each other for their own safety. After his conduit moment and the discovery of his magical power. Sorey decided that he would study everything he could about magic in order to FORCE a change in the world.

 

[pixi.stix]

[Art by dyinglikeicarus]
Full Name: Severin Cassidy Daylede

Gender: Non-Binary (They/Them)

Age: 16

Personality: A very sweet, and generally clueless person. They love adrenaline and the thrill in life, typically going for thrilling rides and even taking to parkour. Social situations are no stranger to them, as their family resides right in the middle of a big city, not to mention parties are thrown at their house from time to time. They try to be truthful, and stay clear of dangerous people. Loyalty is not a problem for them, and if you are close enough, Sev might just follow you to the grave. After the conduit moment, nothing really changed. Though they did become a little more paranoid about people.

Appearance: A rather androgynous person. Not leaning towards Masculine or Feminine. After the Conduit Moment, their fingertips became light-blue fading into their normal skin tone. Same with his feet, but that faded after the ankle. Their usual brown eyes have silver in them now as well. They now tend to wear gloves when out and about. They smell like rain, and are a rather cold person now. (Also don't need glasses)

Height: 5'6 (roughly 170cm)

Weight: 115 lbs.

Conduit Moment:
It was a usual day, after school at the park. They had joined a group of adrenaline junkies and a few friends, and they all headed out. It started out with just some simple parkour, and messing around. But it escaladed to the point where it got dangerous. They were too far in to quit. Anxiety and tensions were high, and there was a series of jumps required to reach the next rooftop. After a win-high, a close friend decided to attempt it. Barely making it, the friend encouraged Sev to try it next.

Of course they would, as it would deem them a wimp and a loser. And with more people pressuring them, they took it. The first few jumps were fine, but they slipped on the last one, causing them to fall quickly downwards towards a busy, traffic ridden road.

Panic and anger riddled their mind, crashing down like a wave. They put their hands in front of them. But as they closed their eyes and braced for the pavement. But they never hit the ground. Instead, they found themselves back in the air and heading towards the goal. After a very rough landing, they realized all of them saw that. After that it didn't take long for them to realize what happened. It was hard to ignore, anyways.

Background:
Life was pretty normal, as normal as it could get. They lived with two other siblings, one older one younger, and pretty much never saw their parents. Their parents were very busy people, so it was to be expected. They ran a business that was well known, and had spread across the Western hemisphere. But the parents did love the kids. They hired babysitters for the younger, Gage, and allowed Sev and the eldest, Seraphine, to do what they please as long as they are home by 9 and safe. When they have the time, they are out at the park with friends. School life was fine, you have your outliers and drama but over all it was an experience they'd probably forget later on.

 

[CanaryCry]

Name: Sonia Lockheart

Age: 16

Personality: Outgoing and friendly. Is usually very energetic and smiling, always wanting to make others happy, or at least make them laugh. She still gets scared or sad, like everyone else, but tries to put on her Brave Face so no one has to worry about her.

Appearance: After her magic manifested, her eyes changed from a light brown to an eerily bright blue.

Height: 5”2’

Weight: 124 lbs

Conduit Moment: Sun. Sonia was always a compassionate person and quick to leap to others' defense or rescue whenever she could, but the moment she discovered her affinity for magic was more reckless than she’d ever been. Coming home from school one day, she encountered a crowd a few blocks from her house, gathering in the street and looking on in shock at a home with smoke billowing out the windows. Someone had already called for the fire department, and she could hear sirens, but when someone cried for help from inside she felt compelled beyond reason to dash towards certain death in order to get the person out. The frantic desire to save the person and fear of the burning flames licking at her clothes and skin with every second she spent trying to get to them triggered her magic, bending the fire to her will and quelling the blaze.

Background: Sonia grew up the only child in a relatively well-off family, free to have the toys and clothes she wanted, but still working part time to help save up for her own car. She always had only a small group of very close friends but was friendly to everyone that would let her and thus was on good terms with most people in her school. She was known as the person to go to if you needed help, if only because she would stop and listen and do her best to assist, even if she didn’t really know how - whether it was tutoring or just finding out where to go on campus, she always tried to point people in the right direction when they didn’t know where to begin, or would stick by their side so they didn’t have to figure it out alone. As energetic as she was, she was on the track team at school and specialized in both high jump events and pole vaulting.


((Starting out as Sun but will likely become Sky later, as she likes to jump around and be free :3 Hope she’s ok))

 

[Peckinou]

Full Name: Catoria Veltora

Nicknames: Cat, Tori, Vel.

Age: 16

Personality: Just about no living person has ever really heard Catoria speak and Catoria is by far one of the most Stoic people that most people would ever meet, their emotions are rarely ever shown, and their noted to be morally bankrupt. However despite these traits they are a very reliable ally to have and is willing to work with others, if they know that working for them can benefit them in the short or long term. They are good at completing their own assignments, typically alone, and aren't the best when it comes to working with others, though it those situations they typically favor allowing others to take the lead, and just do what the leader orders in order to be done with it. While they may not be the best socially they are notably intelligent, their observation, sharp wits and intuition has lead them to accomplish many things well on their own. Though they can be hindered by groups as they fear failing in front of the peers. They are noted to be very logical and make for a obedient enough follower, (though it would be best not to trust them with you life, as there are notes of them being a on the crazy side.)

Appearance (Optional):

Their eyes are noted to glow when they feel intense emotions, and their skin is notably cold, but can get warmer depending on their emotions, they also have a scar underneath their eye.

Height: 5'7

Weight: 112 Lbs

Conduit Moment: Catoria was on a month long school trip, unfortunately none of her usual friends/partners were able to make it, which resorted in her being all alone when it came to navigating social politics which as expected resorted in her being a target for bullying. When one of her bullying targets opted to push gum in their hair and pour water onto her bag, thus ruining the contents inside it, Catoria opted that to be the final straw, so when they began hiking up the mountain Catoria opted to give a equal amount back. So they stealthy stole the bags of her oppressors, and dumped their bags off the mountain cliff, which included their phones, knives and a few other things that they needed, all without making a single sound or being caught. The next morning when the group realized their stuff been stolen and wen messing they went on to harass her about, figuring that she might of been the reason, even though they lacked sufficient evidence. This caused a fight to break out, but they were outnumbered, and out muscled when it came to the confrontation and although they were fast they weren't able to avoid the entire group and eventually got themselves pushed off the cliff and knocked out, fortunately though, they were fine, only really receiving a scar from under one of their eyes as a result of the scuffle and fall. But when she came to her senses she realized that her entire group has left, she was alone on the dangerous mount with no supplies real supplies, and her outfit was a bit torn. Despite this she was pretty calm and just opted to try to make their way back to the log cabin they resided at where she would meet up with the group again. Unfortunately a mysterious mist began to come into the area, she was forced to walk in the cold mist, nearly freezing to death, and about lost, her luck only got worse when a Cougar attacked her from behind, once they fought it off they made a run for it allowing the mist to shield them from sight, however her luck only grew worse as she managed to run off a ledge of the mountain which resorted in her falling from a more lethal height. Catorias skin began to turn blue in color though she thought it was from the cold, her eyes began to glow, and as the wind hit her face she in a panic was able to command a whirlwind of wind to form around her feet, allowing her to gracefully move back towards the ground without any harm. Surprised by her new found abilities and her now , she practiced utilizing it to get back to her log cabin, and take more direct revenge against her oppressors, and when she saw them hanging around the bottom of a mount talking amongst themselves, she utilized her abilities in order to cause a Avalanche to bury them before leaving the area, not even bothering to go back to the log cabin and instead used her abilities to get home herself.

Background: Being the youngest of six, with three brothers and two sisters, Catoria household was known to be a complete free for all, filled chaos, whatever stuff they owned was prone to be constantly taken by their older and stronger siblings. As a result Catoria had to teach herself how to get what she wanted, stealthy behind the scenes, without making a sound, while their siblings had the brawn, she typically had the brain, being able to outsmart most of them, and set them against each other instead of her. Although she considered these traits her superpowers, she had a disadvantage when it came to social situations, as she couldn't navigate social situations well due to her never really talking. It is unknown if they refuse to speak by choice or because she is mute, only she and her mother know for sure. Her mother was notably the head of the house, and on the rare occasions she was home, order was mostly restored, and she along with her siblings usually resort to their best behavior, marking the appearance of a perfect family that gets along well. This change in behavior from their family is more so cause everyone of her siblings all mutually agree that their mother is terrifying , and was notably even more terrifying before they were born. Although their home life was one thing their outside of home life was worse, although their siblings were in a constant state of war against each other when their mother wasn't home, when someone outside their family messed with one of them they usually stood together against them. Adopting the only family can mess with family mentality, and occasionally best friends of the family as well.

Though when it came to school life, Catoria typically rolled with small group of people who could assist her when it came to social situations, mostly by curling in favors and hanging out around them as the one girl who never speaks, but can get a job done. When tasked with assignments they can complete it quickly on their own, without much help, which typically makes them a reliable ally to have if they consider, though they are pretty tactical when it comes to choosing allies, as the look for certain traits in a person that will keep them well protected from the social politics of school.

 

[BlueHibiscus]

(Faceclaim from poika)

Full Name: Vienna Clement

Age: 16

Personality: Vienna has always been a bit shy. As a child, she had a few close friends, but she had trouble making new ones and turned to solitary hobbies such as art, which she still enjoys. Although some might describe her as nosy, she prefers to say that she has a thirst for knowledge. She is generally a very trusting person, but if anyone breaks her trust, she can take a while to forgive them. She tends to feel a need to be in control.

Appearance: Vienna’s conduit moment changed the shape of her ears and caused her formerly brown eyes to become an almost unnaturally bright green.

Height: 5’7

Weight: 135

Conduit Moment: (sun) Vienna’s father, August, had spoken to the dead. Or so it seemed. Absent-minded as ever, he had left his email signed in on the family computer. Vienna barely gave it a glance, assuming she wouldn’t see anything interesting, but a name caught her eye— Abigail Clement. Vienna’s mother, who she thought had died several years ago. Her hands shaking, Vienna opened the conversation. Abigail—who had apparently been alive for Vienna’s whole life—had reached out almost a month ago, wanting to be part of her family’s life again. August had been reluctant. By the time he agreed, Abigail had died once again. She hadn’t mentioned her terminal illness before. Whether it was because of the new perspective it had given her or the fact that this would be her last chance to see her family, the illness had been the reason she had reached out again. It didn’t feel like a loss to Vienna, who had never really missed her mother’s presence in her life. It felt more like a betrayal.

Vienna confronted her father. Abigail had not died in childbirth as Vienna had been told for all of her life; she had abandoned her family when Vienna was two years old, not looking back until that email a month ago. August had never told his children. He wanted to protect them. He had thought it would be more painful for them to know that their mother didn’t want to be in their lives. Vienna was furious with him— how could he lie to her like that? How could he rob her of her last chance to meet her mother? He apologized, saying he hadn’t known that Abigail had such a short time left. Even though Vienna knew his apology was genuine, it didn’t calm her rage. At first she didn’t realize that it was her who had caused the fire. It started on the carpet behind her, spreading faster than should have been possible. Somehow, when it reached her feet, she felt nothing but a slight warmth. Before it could touch her father, it was suddenly quenched. She knew by the look of horror on her father’s face that everything was going to change. Vienna hardly had time to begin mending her relationship with her father before she accepted the scholarship to the academy, and part of her was relieved to leave behind the newfound tension at home.

Background: Vienna and her younger brother, Jeremy, were raised by a single father. The household had always been a healthy environment, and the family was very close. They had some financial struggles, but they had always found a way to put food on the table. Despite her shyness, Vienna managed to make a few close friends, and they shared her interest in art. They grew apart a bit over the years, but Vienna managed to stay in contact with them until she left for the academy.

 

[ave goin insane]

Full Name: Noah Chance

Age: 15

Personality: The best way to describe Noah is, ironically enough, a ray of sunshine. He's a constantly curious and optimistic person, and though people's tricky words and hurtful comments can set him back, it never stops him from always wanting to know more, always trying to do his best. His happy nature can often put others off, especially those who don't know him, which can often leave him confused or hurt when they treat him with distrust or annoyance. He tends to attach to people really easily and is extremely loyal, even when he's mistreated, and he takes most things literally, which can often leave him flustered once he realizes what's actually being said. When he starts talking, Noah tends to ramble and go on long tangents, much to others' chagrin. He has a habit of constantly trying to prove that he's trying his best, which can often get him roped into situations he really shouldn't be in.

Appearance (Optional): Since Noah's conduit moment, his eyes have a unique, almost crystal-like holographic coloration, where the color seems to shift at different angles, though certain colors seem to gather more depending on his emotions. Along with this, his skin also has a shimmering crystalline quality under direct lighting, and his blood is almost iridescent- still red, but glows in a variety of colors when he uses magic or experiences strong emotions..

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 120 lbs

Conduit Moment: [Sky] It was a month after his brother had died- the day they would've gone to the concert together. Noah had sat in his room, crumpled on the floor, not even able to pay attention to the upbeat music floating lamely from his speakers. He didn't have reason enough to cry, but the crushing emptiness of it all was almost too much to bear- until he heard the doorbell ring. Outside were some boys he recognized- his brother's friend group, all dressed up in Noah's favorite band's merchandise. They ushered him into the waiting car, explaining that before his brother died, he'd explained to them how excited he'd been to take Noah to the concert, and made his friends promise to take Noah in his place if he couldn't make it- 'bro code', they'd called it. It took some time for Noah to wrap his head around it, but when the stadium came into view, it clicked- they were going to the concert! His brother's friends didn't mind the stimming, or how Noah seemed to ramble almost endlessly about what he knew of the band. They talked and laughed all the way there, goofy memories of his brother and basketball games, all while blasting the band's music. Noah was having the time of his life. They'd entered the arena, straight to the front row, and despite being nearly half an hour late, the concert was just getting started. Noah was even able to ignore the crushing bodies, the gathering storm clouds, the fat raindrops as the music started filling him up with excitement and warmth and happiness. It started getting harder to ignore, however, as the few raindrops here and there turned into a downpour, but Noah clung to the music like a lifeline, and suddenly, the rain just... stopped. The raindrops swirled unnaturally around Noah, with the effect expanding outwards until the entire arena was a small eye in the center of the storm. As the crowd looked around in bewilderment and the music started fading, a rainbow shot down from the sky, wrapping around Noah like a comforting blanket, bathing him in colors. Only his eyes shone through, transformed from their formerly dull brown into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Background: Noah was born into a family that wasn't super-rich, but was well-off enough. He had an older brother, Tyler, whom he'd always adored, always tried to emulate. It wasn't hard to notice, though, that growing up, Noah was different from most kids- despite his unyielding optimism and kindness, he didn't interact with other kids very often, preferring to keep to himself, lest he be utterly baffled by their social cues. He loved loud music and strong smells, but even a small tag on the back of his shirt would have him in near-agony. He'd attach really easily to things he enjoyed and would research them for hours, talking to whoever he could about them non-stop, and despite his seeming developmental delays, he was incredibly smart, to an almost-genius degree. When the autism diagnosis eventually did come, his family wasn't surprised, and Noah himself was completely unfettered- he'd always known he was different, and he was fine with that. Some word couldn't change who he was.

Noah had always had difficulty in school- while all his teachers commented on how incredibly smart he was, they'd also note that he struggled with assignments and the classroom structure, which often left him falling behind. CBT helped a bit, but Noah struggled to make any real progress until he'd roped in Tyler to help- it was just a quick remark about hating how he couldn't understand the classroom rules or the other kids or what he was supposed to do, and then Tyler was there, every step of the way, breaking down everything in a way Noah could understand. Noah was estatic- he was finally learning to act more normal, though Tyler insisted not to treat it like that- he'd always tell Noah that he was special, not because of his autism or his smarts, but because of who he was, how he could always brighten up an entire room with just a smile. The transitions into middle and high school were hard, but Tyler was always there, always helping Noah, defending him from bullies, introducing him to his own friend group, teaching him all the skills he needed to try out for the basketball team, just as Tyler himself had. Noah really couldn't have asked for a better brother.

Sophomore year, though, was when it all went wrong. The year Tyler would have intense migraines and get nauseous out of nowhere, when he wasn't always able to help Noah figure something out or just shoot hoops with him, when they'd gone together and all came home crying. When Noah learned his brother had a glioblastoma- brain cancer- and became almost obsessive over it, being able to articulate every single fact until Tyler got so sick of it, told him to just shut up already. It was the only time Noah had ever heard his brother say that- it struck him deep, as though he'd had a knife buried in his chest. He found Tyler growing distant, growing more sick, until he... until he wasn't anymore. Until the black suit and black shoes and black coffin wrapped around him, constricting him like a vise, sinking him into darkness. It felt unreal, it felt like it wasn't happening, like the universe didn't give Noah enough time to catch up- he'd glance at the door every weekday at exactly five o'clock, expecting Tyler to walk in as he always did, but he never would. It wasn't fair- Noah didn't understand, didn't know why the world wouldn't just give him a second of silence, a week, a year, to process, to come to terms with it- his brother was dead.

Despite their distance in Tyler's last weeks, though, he'd been keeping a secret from Noah- he'd been working, while still fighting his illness, up until he couldn't, saving up for two front-row tickets to their favorite band's concert- the band that'd always helped calm Noah down, the one they'd always put on when studying or practicing basketball together. It would've been Noah's birthday present, had the universe not had other plans. Noah finding the tickets buried in Noah's sock drawer as he was cleaning out his room was the only time Noah can really remember crying out of sadness, rather than just frustration. His sobs wracked his entire body, gripping the tickets like they were his brother, unable to let them go. He still keeps his brother's unused ticket in his hoodie pocket, a memory, a lifeline.

After his conduit moment, Noah's life felt like an utter mess- there were hundreds of videos of him all over the net, companies like Skittles and Kay constantly hounded him for sponsorship deals, and even his favorite band had written an EP after him, "Rainbow Boy", of which he now has the cover on a hoodie that's quickly become his favorite. All the unwanted attention, though, only served to stress Noah out more- he'd gone all his life under the radar, with only a few bullies to deal with, but now the whole world was staring down at him, making him feel more trapped than ever. It was almost a relief when the Abjurers finally came for him, promising real answers rather than just pretty smiles and tricky words.

 

[kayla]

Full Name: Kayla Walker

Age: 15 (turning 16 soon)

Personality:

Kayla’s first impression can go two different ways: either a very fun, outgoing, and laid-back girl or on the other hand she can be perceived as a very closed off, blunt, and rude girl at first. Due to her trauma and history, Kayla tends to defend herself by putting a wall up to the people around her. She also tends to ignore her own trauma, unable to accept the fact that she needs help. Ironically, she can come across as mysterious and secretive.

Towards the people she loves, Kayla’s personality seems to change significantly. She considers ‘love’ to be her greatest weakness, as she would do anything and everything for the people she loves, even if it means sacrificing herself. She is completely sensitive and open towards people she trusts, and extremely caring as well.


Appearance: Kayla has heterochromia (two different eye colors; one grey, one purple) that she adopted after her conduit moment

Height: 5'3

Weight: 48kg

Conduit Moment: Kayla was on a beach trip with her brother, mother, and step-father. She was seated on the shore, watching the sun go down and the color's of the sky change. Her step-father, who had always tried to replace her father, walked up to Kayla and stood behind her. He seemed to be intoxicated as his words were slurred and he reeked of alcohol. Her step-father had began to mention how he was so much better than her father and he should finally be accepted by Kayla. Kayla had started to feel anger surge through her body but decided to ignore him. However, she had drew the line when he started to make jokes on how her father was 6 feet under. Kayla couldn't specifically recall the next events that followed, but it was something along the lines of her standing up with her body burning with rage as she held out her hand and screamed. She found the waves of the ocean travel over her, leaving her dry, and swallowing her step-father like a tornado.

Background: Kayla had a very traumatic past shared with her older brother. Her father passed away when she was young, changing her mother into an emotionless woman. Her mother quickly remarried a famous baseball player, changing her family's life. Her step-father was an abusive drunk who had no limits and boundaries when it came to Kayla. Kayla is unable to open up easily and puts up a wall due to her trauma and fear of losing someone again.

 

[Xenobiology]

Art by me, may add a better reference later ​

Full Name: Caoimhe (pronounced "Kee-va") A. Mildred

Age: 17

Gender: Non-binary (They/She)

Personality: Quiet, closed-off, easily startled, self-sufficient, curious, nerdy, and a bit clumsy. Caoimhe's personality has been heavily influenced by her time at her old high-school. Despite this all, they're also rather caring and deep down long to have some actual real friends. People who don't push them around and actually care about her as much as she does them.

Appearance: Extra detail that Caoimhe's teeth are a bit pointier after their conduit moment. Not fangs, per-say, but noticeably sharper than a human's normally would be.

Height: 6'0" (~183cm)

Weight: 110 lbs (~50kg / ~8 stones)

Conduit Moment: {MOON}
Caoimhe was doing extracurricular work at their high-school for their theater program. She really enjoys the theater, but stage-fright had kept her in the stage crew. But they didn't mind much, opting to take being in the stage crew even when their hours started extended into night. After all, she only lived a block from the school. It wasn't a huge deal.

What was, however, was that they were not alone in the school. A group of bullies had decided to stay back to pick on Caoimhe. It wasn't uncommon, but it was the first time she'd been in a situation where she hadn't expected it to happen. After all, most people didn't stick to the school this late at night. So when the group snuck up on her and started pushing her around, Caoimhe panicked.

They fled out the door, tripping on the concrete and landing hard as they were surrounded. Caoimhe, while pleading for them to leave her alone, didn't notice the moon high above her head. And it all happened so quickly after that.

A brilliant flash of silver glow fell onto the group, including Caoimhe, and suddenly it was like they were no longer there. She couldn't see them and they couldn't see her. The bullies left, upset that their target had vanished and unknowing that she was still there, sat on the concrete.

The illusion fell when they were far enough away that they couldn't see her regardless. But Caoimhe saw them. And suddenly, everything was a lot more complicated feeling than before.

That complicated feeling only grew when they got home and looked in the mirror. The streak in their hair and now heterochromia felt haunting to look at and a permanent mark of the difference in their life from here on out.

Background:
Caoimhe lived a pretty normal life for a high-schooler before their conduit moment. They were a fairly quiet and closed off kid and their interests were just a bit too 'nerdy' for their peers to care about them.

Instead, she was pretty badly bullied by them. After awhile it had become second nature for her to know that going into the school meant coming out with gum in her hair or being pushed around all day to the point of bruises. They hated it, but it was a lot easier to just try and hide and avoid the conflict in general than to fight back.

Caoimhe spent a lot of time hiding away. Keeping closed off about her interests and memorizing the spots of the school that people didn't inhabit often.

Their home-life wasn't much better. Their dad being a single parent to four kids meant that none of them really got the time of day needed for their growth. So Caoimhe's issues at school often went unchecked for far too long to help. And while their siblings tried their best to stick up for them, they were all also trying to make it through school on their own with their own problems. So Caoimhe tried her best to be self-sufficient. Enough so to not worry her siblings, at least.

When their conduit moment happened it wasn't possible to hide it. Their siblings wouldn't stop asking questions about their appearance and then the Abjuration squad came to make their offer. She was so overwhelmed and worried about things that she made the decision on a split second without thinking about it. Caoimhe left without getting to explain to their father-- who was at work-- what was going on, but only managed to say goodbye to their siblings and having the eldest promise to try and explain to dad. And gods, Caoimhe can only hope that that conversation went over well.

 

[Tattletale]

Full Name: Francisco "Fran" Hierro

Age: 17

Personality: Fran is a quiet young man who prefers to hang back and away from the action. He isn't shy by any means, he simply likes to let others do the talking. He enjoys physical work that allows him to get lost in his own thoughts, and would always rather make a new friend than a new enemy. Sometimes, his relaxed manner can make him seem a bit slow witted, but he is quite perceptive and sharp. He has a soft spot for children and small animals, cats in particular.

Appearance (Optional): He is stronger than he looks and has a lot of calluses on his palms and fingers. His conduit has changed his smell to a constant fresh earth and new leaves aroma.

Height: 6.3ft (ca. 192 cm).

Weight: 176 lbs (80 kg)

Conduit Moment: (EARTH)

Francisco often feels like an outsider when remembering what triggered his conduit. Many of his classmates at took fate into their own hands with their new-found power. But Fran wasn't attacked or furious when it happened.

He simply was tending the patch of land behind the tiny house he had managed to rent after months of part-time odd jobs. He felt the smell of the soft earth beneath his shoes, the rustle of leaves from the nearby forest. As he crouched to plant a tiny turnip sprout, something warm and enormous overtook him. A deep sense of connection to the land and the life that coursed through it. And above it all, as he thought of his new home, a crushing feeling that made him weep. He wasn't useless. He had a place in here.

No, what awakened Francisco Hierro's magic wasn't fear or anger, not even happiness. It was overwhelming relief.

When he rose from his crouch, he saw a blooming garden where the unworked dirt had been a few moments ago.

Background:

Francisco dropped out of school when he was 16, and though his father, who was his only family left, never said anything about it, Fran could hear the disappointment in his voice from then on. Since then, he worked for more than a year as a laborer for several of the farmers in his small, rural hometown.

Finally, he managed to rent a tiny property at the edge of it from an old landlady who doesn't ask many questions, and was planning to leave his home as soon as he turned eighteen. However, his conduit happened barely a week after his first visit to the cabin, and now his whole world has turned upside down.

 

[Uasal]

Full Name: lómhara Cloch

Nickname: Hara, I-O.

Age: 17

Personality: Hara's personality is akin to that of bedrock. She is sturdy, patient and more than willing to stand firm in the face of hostility. Once her mind is made up it is hard to change and her pragmatic approach to life and any problem she is faced with can often make her come across as cold. This however is not the case for beneath her rocky exterior lies a heart of gold that seeks the best for all as well as sees the best in those around it. A silent observer, Hara only speaks on subjects when asked to or when she deems it necessary. Polite, gentle and well-spoken Hara truly is a modern Lady and her noble/mercantile nature shining through in every refined action or movement she makes. Well educated and with a natural eye for a good deal and high-quality gems Hara is a natural when it comes to the art of commerce, trade, and persuasassion.

With all this said Hara can at times come across as aloof for she has a bad habit of being late and getting lost/distracted when left alone.

Appearance (Optional): Following her Conduit moment Hara's eyes were tainted orange as well as her hair stained with streaks and tips of the same yellow/orange hue.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 125lbs

Conduit Moment (Earth): After months of begging and pestering her father, Hara was allowed to accompany him on a prospective mine inspection in a foreign land. The trip alone would have sparked the interest of many girls her age but for Hara it was the real-life experience she would acquire from accompanying her father on such a trip that really drove her forward. Being the only child she was of course one of the natural choices to supersede her father for the title of CEO in the future and while she was still a long way off of being ready this trip would prove to be a treasure trove of experience she could draw upon for her future studies and naturally her later work upon entering the company.

The mine in question was previously operated during the first world war and had been abandoned when funding dried up in the region following the peace treaty. Previous probes had shown that the coal mine may actually hide beneath it a natural source of diamonds and rare materials but such information had been kept strictly confidential and only a few people knew. Hara did not. Hara had assumed, naively so, that her father saying he was here for an inspection of the 'coal mine' meant just that and nothing more. But as she would soon find out, coal really was just the tip of the iceberg.

After taking a few samples and drilling a few sample holes Hara returned to the base camp alongside her father and his team. Everything proceeded well and according to plan up until they dug too deep and caused a shift in one of the old support struts. A cave-in occurred and Hara was left trapped beneath a mountain of coal and rock. Laying in the dark and unable to move fear naturally began to fester. Dread, hunger, thirst, sorrow, desolation. Hara experienced it all and after a long two days, just as she was about to give up something clicked in her head. Why was she only experiencing negative feelings? Why had she already resigned herself to fate? Was this truly all she had been fated to do in life? Ridiculous! Closing her eyes Hara began to think more and more about how she couldn't afford to die in such a place at such an age. Fear soon replaced itself with confidence, thirst with stubborn conviction and as all these feelings came to boil Hara felt a power deep within herself stir to life.

With a loud crack and a rumble, the earth began to recede away from her, freeing her from its clutches and clearing a path forward. Her body was weak with hunger but ultimately unharmed and so she shuffled her way along the path and eventually returned to the surface where she would be met by a rescue team and transported to the hospital. Once she had recovered enough to see visitors her father informed her that the path she had 'found' led straight into a diamond-rich environment and that the company had decided to award her a 5% share in it's profits from said mine as compensation as well as acknowledgement.

Returning home following the affair, Hara received her letter as well as her first paycheck. The young woman already rumoured to be secure in her position as the heiress to the throne.

Background: Hara is the only daughter of a single father. Her father is the CEO of the world's largest mining and jewellery manufacturing conglomerate and with that, it is safe to say Hara has never wanted for money in her life. Though being raised by maids and private tutors isn't exactly all it's worked up to be. A lonely child Hara spent the majority of her childhood being raised as a proper and respectful lady. High society demanded she acted a certain way and as such toys were replaced with books and games with dance and etiquette lessons. In fact, it wasn't until Hara had reached the age of 14 that she met her first friend of a similar age and truly interacted as a child would with another. Regardless it didn't last for long as she was quickly swamped with higher education and tutoring regarding business and geology. Reading up on philosophy and history was a pastime for Hara and her prescribed classes and lessons took up the majority of the rest of her time.

When it came to receiving her scholarship Hara actually dismissed it at first. There was no way her father would allow her to leave for such a thing. Or so she thought. For the very next day she was sent on her way with but a single case of clothing and a trunk load of books and materials.
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[GrieveWriter]

Baxter Caufield

Age: 17

Personality: Baxter Caufield is larger than life, with a penchant for grandiose displays done both on purpose or just the result of his naturally loud persona. He has no filter, having long since completely excised such things as doubt, grief, shame or regret from his mindset. He purely lives in the moment, considering the past and future too far away to be granted anymore than a passing consideration.

These traits and more culminate into a guy who exclusively follows his whims and interests with unrestricted glee, often seeking nothing more than to enjoy the next few seconds as much as he possibly can.

Baxter himself admits that he's more of a hang-out with friend than a talk about deep-stuff friend, as his lifestyle of jumping from one interest to another can often prove overwhelming for companions. On that note, his web of friendships could accurately be described as a Lovecraftian monstrosity with how often relationships break apart, form or get rebuilt. He's made friends and enemies from every spectrum of society just because his preference of friends is equally subject to his ever-changing interests.

For Baxter Caufield, failure isn't anything to get worked up over even if it actively puts his life in jeopardy. The only metric he uses to judge whether something was worth it is by how much fun he had participating. His lack of regret makes this factor doubly hazardous, as its not uncommon for him to repeatedly engage in dangerous or harmful activities as long as they manage to keep his interest. He's not here for a long time, he's looking for that good time

Despite his disregard for the past or future, his comprehension of time is fairly impressive. He is pretty much spot on whenever asked to guess the time, never needing clocks or to even look outside to give a fairly accurate guess at the time. This is most definitely a result of his cooking ability, as Baxter's most consistent in regards to his love of the culinary arts. In fact, he's the most tidy when cooking as well, often cleaning or working in conjunction with whatever meal he's preparing. Able to cook five-star meals, his culinary skills are perhaps the most obvious trait inherited from his father.

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 210 lbs

Conduit Moment{SUN}: It was just another day of Baxter being Baxter, except someone was having problems with him being Baxter. A rival from the gym Baxter frequented was gheckling him about something. Yelling a bunch of worthless complaints as people looked on, expecting a fight. Baxter and this random guy were pretty big dudes, and it wouldn't have been the first time someone had come to blows with him over some harmless fun.

Baxter couldn't even remember much about why the guy was so mad. Something about Baxter filling his car with water whilst trying to figure out how many things he could turn into n aquarium?

Unimportant stuff, really. Baxter was just trying to work off a fine danish he'd baked the day prior.

But the guy was refusing to let Baxter get them gains in peace, so Baxter eventually called him out for not even needing a car because of how busted his driving was.

One thing led to another, and a clipper who had gained minor fame online by sharing clips of Baxter's exploits quickly jumped in to suggest a race. The crowd was all for it, and so was Baxter.

But whilst he and the guy were preparing, another argument broke out. Baxter eventually suggested they tie their hands behind their backs and drive using only their teeth, which everyone thought was a joke until he demanded the clipper filming to get some rope. That was when the perception of the event changed, with many among the crowd realizing what Baxter was suggesting was practically suicide. Even the rival from the gym found his enthusiasm diminishing upon seeing Baxter have his hands tied.

But that point, Baxter had made up his mind.

The race didn't even matter to him at that point, the idea of a petty argument devolving so much was too funny for him to stop. He hopped in that car without even closing the door and sped off, careening down the road like a madman as the crowd watched on in horror.

It was as he sped down that road, swerving wildly as the steering wheel muffled his manic laughter that he felt it: pure Peace.

He was so happy, so at ease, so content with himself that he didn't even scream when his care swerved off the road and he smashed into the door as he was flung out by momentum. The pain didn't matter, he was too happy, too giddy with humor that he saw beyond.

When members of the crowd him he was perfectly fine, lying next to his totaled car in a fit of giggles as he emanated a radiant glow of light. The wounds suffered in the crash dissappeared before their very eyes, but Baxter still couldn't bring himself to care.

The only thing that mattered was how long it would be until he could that again.

Background: Many would struggle to understand how Baxter came from such bitter people as the Caufield Family. His father was a five-star chef whose ruthlessly stringent cooking practices often left his apprentices and customers alike in tears, and his mother dedicated her life to Criticizing every novel, film, or piece of art with as much unyielding cynicism as possible. But Baxter alone was able to see what joy his parents did take in their lives, and just how potent that joy could be.

Baxter spent much of his middling youth devoting himself to his own enjoyment. Quickly gaining a reputation for pretty much everything under the sun. Good grades, bad grades, cheating, harmless pranks to straight up bullying, death-defying stunts, casual meditation, competitive weight-lifting, Baking a thirty foot cake, Baking a bigger cake which buried a neighbor's car.

He was always active, so loud and proud and just lacking in hesitation that he quickly became a local celebrity. Eventually, he had something of a cult following that grew more and more as people found just witnessing his antics enjoyable. Clips of him engaging in some manic activities with the gusto of an absolute mad lad would occasionally go viral, eventually leading to his Conduit Moment, which some say had been his most dangerous stunt yet.

 

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Full Name: Felix Grant

Age: 17

Personality:

Felix is an awkward if somewhat quiet individual. He doesn't speak his mind often, knowing that if he did something rude would come out that is likely emotionally charged and not meant. He tries to bottle up his negative emotions and keep to himself, not wanting to burden others with his problems even if he does end up becoming close with someone else.


He's aware, vaguely, that he doesn't have very healthy coping mechanisms for certain situations or a very good grasp on his emotions. Sometimes, he experiences a cold, quiet rage that he isn't completely sure how to handle. So he tries to avoid it or sleep it off.


When he's close to someone, he opens up little by little, becoming very loyal and protective of the other and their feelings even if he himself can't do much in, say, a fight. He may talk a lot of shit but even if he knows he'd lose in a fight if he can get a punch in, then…well, he'll try if he thinks it's worth it.

Appearance (Optional): Before his Conduit Moment, his hair was red. Other than that, the only other differences is his ears have become slightly pointed and his canines a bit sharper.

Height: 5'1"


Weight: 130 lbs


Conduit Source: Moon

Conduit Moment:

One Friday night a fight broke out between Felix's friend and classmate Gabe and a student he had beef with at school while both friends had been hanging out in a park near Felix's house. Felix had initially told Gabe it wasn't worth it, but the situation escalated quickly as the other boy didn't let up until Gabe snapped. Felix had considered getting help, but stopped just short of doing so when he saw it: the other boy had drawn out a small knife.


He's not exactly sure how it happened, but the panic of possibly losing a friend had likely triggered it. The very shadows under them shifted, shooting out like thorns to tangle around Felix and Gabe protectively and leaving the aggressor just as surprised as the two friends.


Background:

Felix's life was, admittedly, a bit lonely at home. His mother was…distant, mostly leaving him to his own devices once he was old enough to cook for himself. She didn't care much for his interests, so at some point he stopped sharing. Their conversations were simple, brief, usually. Sometimes her words were on the harsher side. Being told things like "because I said so," or "I don't care what you want," without any further clarification on the former and a stern tone with the latter agitated him, but he learned quickly it was best to simply do well in school and not get in trouble and things were fine. He had his close, if small, circle of friends at school but usually tried to keep out of trouble unless it involved one of his friends.



Though after his conduit moment, dynamics shifted and things changed, be it for the better or worse. While the changes weren't drastic, per se, he did feel as if he didn't have a lot of time to come to terms or let the fact sink in that he was a Wild Born. As far as he knew, he didn't have any relatives on his Mom's side that were Witches, and his dad and his side of the family were mostly a mystery. Maybe it was too far back to be traced from either side, he doubted his mom knew and he didn't want to try and ask.