Fantasy Immortal Hills University For Magical Aptitude Character Sheets

[Thatguy1]

NAME

AGE- 18 to 25

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTOR (can use words, or pictures, I would prefer as close to real world as we can get, but I'm not picky)

MAGICAL APTITUDE SCALE 1-8- let's take pyromancy as an example, and this is a freshly turned eighteen year old, 1 would mean he’s the equivalent of a matchstick, he can make small flames but not much else, while a 25 year old with advanced training being a 7 or 8 could create flaming armor, or flaming constructs

MAGICAL AURA- Each character gets one school of magic they can use, so you would have to choose between pyromancy and being, say Aquakinetic

MAGICAL POWERS- This is a subset of your aura, take pyromancy again. Are you defensive or offensive, can you shoot it out like a flamethrower, or create a wall of flame

CLASS SCHEDULE- From the list I provided in the interest check, we’ll be taking all the classes, but you can take them in any order you wish, at the bare minimum it equates to three classes a day, or if you want to be an overachiever and do all 23 classes a day, it’s up to you

CLUBS- I only listed a couple, but feel free to make your own, I provided some lore in my worldbuilding, use it how you wish

SAMPLE POST
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NAME- Ethan Miller

AGE- 20

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTOR

MAGICAL APTITUDE SCALE 2

MAGICAL AURA- Hemokinesis

MAGICAL POWERS- These are his powers at the moment, but he will develop more

Blood Vines- Through his pores on his body, he can excrete his blood like a nightmarish spider-web, allowing him to ascend from the ground

Blood Vision- By redirecting his blood flow to his eyes, he is able to sense heartbeats, know if someone has a blood sickness, or other applications like low blood sugar

Blood Scrying- He can see into other people’s lives through encountering their blood

CLASS SCHEDULE-

MONDAY- ALCHEMY

ANCESTRAL HISTORY

COUNSELING

THE FIRST RESPONSE

LUNCH

ANTI MAGIC DARK DEFENSE

TECHNOMANCY

CONJURATION

DEFENSE AGAINST ELDRITCH HORRORS

DINNER

TUESDAY- ENOCHIAN LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE

ARTIFICING

LUNCH

MAGICAL CIVILIZATION HISTORY

MAGIC OF THE GREEN

COUNCILING

EVOLUTION OF MAGIC

DINNER

WEDNESDAY- MUSICAL MAGIC

THE ART OF ILLUSIONS

MONSTER STUDY

LUNCH

OCCULTISM

CLUBS- Not a Club per se, but he will volunteer his time at the school infirmary

The Forge- The school’s artificing club

SAMPLE POST

EARTH- THE MODERN DAY

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

UNIVERSITY OF WASHINGTON, SCHOOL OF MEDICINE

Like most days in Seattle, the weather is a mix of dark clouds and torrential downpour as the rain that descends seems to slam against the classroom lab windows in an angry fashion, sounding like a loud cracking with each connection. Ethan Miller stole a glance away from his pig cadaver that he and the class were dissecting and glanced at the window nearest him, most people were ignorant about it, but Ethan knew deep down that this was no ordinary rainstorm, some magician somewhere was having a bad day. The class instructor was droning on about the different anatomical parts of the pig, but Ethan had to struggle to listen through his noise cancelling headphones, he had to wear them or the overbearing sound of rushing blood in the student’s bodies standing around him would drive him nuts, but again he had to remind himself that this was the life he chose as a hemonancer.

Closing his eyes in a grimace, he bent over against the metal table causing his lab partner, whom he didn’t know, to take notice and then slowly others started to stare until the instructor stopped the lesson and started towards him. Usually he could push through the loudness, usually he just had to focus on something else entirely, or escape the situation, but he had already used up too many excuses and was in danger of failing this class and his dream of being in the medical field, so now his choices were twofold. The first of which was to quiet the rushing, make the blood go still, but that would kill everybody, so he just had to push through it.

Gritting his teeth he looked up to watch his instructor move towards him, but everything around him started to move so slow, it was like a crawl- he looked out the window and rain looked like little liquid comets slamming into the glass in slow motion, and then it all stopped and resting in his hand was a letter addressed to him in this very room in a peach colored envelope. “It can’t be,” Ethan spoke quietly as he opened the letter precariously and pulled out the parchment.

Dear Ethan Miller, Congratulations you have been pre-approved for selection into The Clockmaster’s University For Magical Aptitude. Upon completion of reading this letter you shall be transported to a land beyond time and space known as The Immortal Hills. There you shall be joined by others with similar auras as yourself and go through our rigorous interview process before you are to be greeted by The Grandfather of Time, The Clockmaster himself Alus Arador. This is a boarding school, where you will learn and live and create a life for eight years in the Immortal Hills, but in reality only five minutes shall pass upon your transportation, and all educational materials will be provided for you. Once more, congratulations on your selection as only eight million people (or Maggies that normies call us) have any sort of magical aptitude. See you in a moment.

Your Homeroom Teacher, Ms. Monik Maglon

When he finished reading, Ethan looked up and watched in awe as the world around him started to melt away like an old oil painting only to be quickly replaced by sand beneath his feet, the sound of an ocean behind his back, a stone staircase leading up the hill facing in front of him, and above him the sky was nearly clear with but a few clouds. It felt warm and quite save for the ocean, and as he looked up, he looked in amazement at the yellow Sun and the blue Sun shining their light into the morning sky. In the next moment, he watched as other individuals blinked into existence.

 

[fleetingfeathers]

NAME
Leonora ‘Leo’ Niitsu

AGE
23

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Leonora is of an average stature, but is usually unclear thanks to the baggy and oversized clothes she normally dons. She stands at a measly 4’11” with her wayward hair in a high ponytail to fool others into thinking she’s taller. The bangs on her forehead are just as wayward, reaching her scratched up spectacles that frame a pair of bright eyes that are usually accompanied by a grin. A few moles dot her fair face and neck. Burn marks cover Leonora’s wrists and arms, fingers often bandaged and twitching at her utility belt at her waist.

MAGICAL APTITUDE SCALE
3

MAGICAL AURA
Hyalomancy: A school of magic said to be a marriage of pyromancy and geomancy.

MAGICAL POWERS (As of now)

• Glass Projectiles — Be it a singular marble to fiddle with or a myriad of shards to throw at an enemy, Leonora is able to conjure small glass objects into existence with varied uses.
• Glass Blowing (Glass Constructs via Magic Focus) — For larger creations, a material and somatic component is needed. In Leonora’s case, she’s chosen her trusty old blowpipe as her magic focus. She can conjure barriers of strong glass, or conjure a glass axe head on her blowpipe to wield as a weapon. Focus = Density, so the more focused she is the less likely glass is going to break.
• Durability and temperature control — Glass conjured by Leonora can be manipulated.
• Glass Scrying — Leonora is able to see into glass of another location. The farther away, the more taxing the feat. Must be in physical contact with any glass item, but larger surfaces guarantee better vision. Surface of the other side also needs to be clean as dirtied glass can make it hard to see.

MAGICAL POWERS (In the future)

• Glass Teleportation — Travelling through glass. Leonora will be able to jump into a pane of glass as if its water and emerge out of another pane of glass. The farther Point B is, the more straining it’ll be. Enochian is required for Leonora to travel farther distances.
• Glass Transmutation — Leonora will be able to turn matter into glass. The deeper the transmutation reaches, the more straining.
• Glass Prison — The ability to trap targets in glass, like a mini mirror dimension. Difficulty increases depending size of target.
• Glass Maiden — Leonora will be able to conjure a set of half-plate armour over her clothes and a skirt that, up close, is actually made of glass dust that’s ready to converge into any form Leonora wishes, whether it be glass tentacles or hardening into extra armour plates.

CLASS SCHEDULE

MONDAY​

TECHNOMANCY​

CONJURATION​

ANCESTRAL HISTORY​

THE FIRST RESPONSE​

LUNCH​

ANTI MAGIC DARK DEFENSE​

ALCHEMY​

DEFENSE AGAINST ELDRITCH HORRORS​

DINNER​

​

TUESDAY​

ENOCHIAN LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE​

MAGICAL CIVILIZATION HISTORY​

LUNCH​

MAGIC OF THE GREEN​

ARTIFICING​

EVOLUTION OF MAGIC​

DINNER​

​

WEDNESDAY​

MUSICAL MAGIC​

THE ART OF ILLUSIONS​

MONSTER STUDY​

LUNCH​

OCCULTISM​

CLUBS

• Lacrosse Club
• The Forge
• Clockmaster’s University Orchestra

SAMPLE POST
Melbourne, Australia
Niitsu Glassworks/Niitsu Family Residence

Summer days and the Niitsu family were always equating to grumbling. With the heat of the furnaces licking at their skin, the Niitsus worked with a focused scowl as they forged the molten glass. That particular day was wealthy with sunshine. Gold light streamed through the windows of the workshop of Niitsu Glassworks, making the polished concrete floor gleam. The voice of Paul Anka filled the large room and mingled with the gregarious voices of the Niitsus, the family’s young teens to elderly aiding each other in the next season’s set of creations. Leonora was among them, working solo. Headphones donned, Leonora hummed to the tune of her own music as she moved with ease, handling a blob of molten glass on her blowpipe. Years of training since childhood shown through her relaxed stance and various burn marks on her exposed arms. Her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat but it didn’t seem to faze the young woman, eyes and heart fixated on her current project, the last one of the day. In no time, the blob was transformed into an ornate pitcher, marking the end of a day’s work for Leonora.

“I’m gonna take a nap!” Leonora Niitsu shouted cheerily over the mix clamouring and blaring music of the family workshop, blowpipe in hand. No one turned their heads but Leonora’s younger brother, Leonardo Niitsu, who stuck out his tongue at his older sister.

“We get it, you’re miss perfect glassblower!” He replied with a sarcastic drawl. This brief interaction drew Leonardo’s attention away from his work. A yelp came from his lips as his arms touched the entry of the furnace.

“‘tang ina!”

“Oi!” Now heads were turned, especially Mrs. Niitsu, fury on her face. “Anak! Language!”

Leonora muffled her incoming laughter, pressing her lips into a line as she exited the workshop. Passing through the Niitsu Glassworks shopfront and into the back, Leonora ascended the stairs into the Niitsu residence, an apartment above the workshop. She made a beeline for her room, grabbing a mandarin on her way through the kitchen.

Leonora laid down on the floor in front of her balcony door—a glass sliding door that allowed her a view of the city but most particularly, the jacaranda tree in front of her balcony. Its purple blossoms filled the canopy, heralding the peak of summer. With a socked foot, Leonora slid the door open, feeling a cool breeze enter her room. With the breeze came jacaranda flowers, some landing on her balcony and just beyond the threshold into her room.

The perks of being a dropout, Leonora would think as she lied there on her carpeted floor, a daily ritual since leaving university. Two years ago she’d be stressing over a report about Gestalt theory and wabi-sabi, feeling as if it was the end of the world. But now, Leonora felt like she had all the time in the world. It was a joyful time in the beginning, but now, Leonora felt the regret surfacing, looking back at her very relaxed days. To this, she grimaced. There was no way she argued with her family for a long time to drop out only to start regretting it. Fine Arts wasn’t definitely for her, but Leonora knew she wasn’t good at anything else. All her life, art was involved. It was her family tradition. A part of her sought for something more, but Leonora wasn’t able to put a finger on it.
Leonora sighed at this train of thought, taking her glasses off to pinch the bridge of her nose.

‘’to-san did say I’ve always been indecisive,’ Leonora thought with a huff, returning her glasses back on her face.

In that moment, a strong breeze rushed into Leonora’s room, and a flurry of jacaranda blossoms danced their way inside. As the purple storm entered the room, time came to an almost standstill. Leonora’s jaw dropped, and marvelled at the same time at the beautiful sight before her—raining purple blossoms with the golden afternoon light peering through.

Just noticing a weight in her hand, Leonora held onto the object and lifted it up. It was an envelope.

‘Is this..?’ Leonora held that thought, opening it and unfolding the letter inside.

Dear Leonora Niitsu,
Congratulations, you have been pre-approved for selection into The Clockmaster’s University For Magical Aptitude. Upon completion of reading this letter you shall be transported to a land beyond time and space known as The Immortal Hills. There you shall be joined by others with similar auras as yourself and go through our rigorous interview process before you are to be greeted by The Grandfather of Time, The Clockmaster himself Alus Arador. This is a boarding school, where you will learn and live and create a life for eight years in the Immortal Hills, but in reality only five minutes shall pass upon your transportation, and all educational materials will be provided for you. Once more, congratulations on your selection as only eight million people (or Maggies that normies call us) have any sort of magical aptitude. See you in a moment.

“What—“

The world before Leonora melted away before Leonora could form a sentence. The rough carpet underneath morphed into warm sand, granules tickling at her neck. Leonora sat up with a perplexed gasp at the scenery before her, and pinched herself, thinking she’d fallen asleep on the floor.

She definitely wasn’t napping.

 

[Orin]

NAME: Killian “Ian” Greysol Jr

AGE- 19

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTOR: Ian stands at 5’11 weighing roughly 200lbs. Dark skin and brown eyes with black hair he keeps short and curly.

MAGICAL APTITUDE SCALE: 3

MAGICAL AURA- Electromancy

the ability to generate,shape, and control lighting based magic.
MAGICAL POWERS-

(Basic)

•Electric sight- able to see the electrical currents in machines and the electrical pulses in the human nervous-system .
•Static field- has a natural field of static electricity that allows him to feel changes in the air around him. (Sort of spidey sense)
•Overload- using a small lightning shock from his finger, he can overload a persons nervous system which causes either temporary paralysis or unconsciousness. (Works with machines as well to power up, power down or overload)

Spoiler: Combat spells

(Combat)
•Lightning Strike- shoots several bolts of lightning from his weapon or hands
•Streaking Lightning- focuses lightning to his legs increasing his speed
•Master Bolt- creates a sword of lightning that acts as a lightning rod

Spoiler: Future Abilities

(Future abilities)

•Storms Wrath- creates a giant lightning storm
• Lightning God Armor- creates a full suit of armor made of lightning that boosts his speed and strength
•Rail Gun- charges a ball of lighting to its maximum capacity before releasing the energy in the form of a electrified stream of energy
•Storm’s End- creates a massive dragon made of lighting that he can ride and use to attack in battle

CLASS SCHEDULE-

MONDAY-
*ENOCHIAN LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE
*ANCESTRAL HISTORY
*THE FIRST RESPONSE
*ANTI MAGIC DARK DEFENSE
*Lunch*
*EVOLUTION OF MAGIC
*CONJURATION
*Study Hall*
*DEFENSE AGAINST ELDRITCH HORRORS
*Dinner*

TUESDAY-
*ALCHEMY
*ARTIFICING
*Lunch*
*MAGICAL CIVILIZATION HISTORY
*MAGIC OF THE GREEN
*study hall*
*MONSTER STUDY
*Dinner*


WEDNESDAY-
*MUSICAL MAGIC
*THE ART OF ILLUSIONS
*Lunch*
*TECHNOMANCY
*OCCULTISM
*Dinner*


CLUBS-
*Astrology Club
*Martial Arts Club
*Fencing Club

Spoiler: Sample post

New York City, New York
Gabby’s Tech Stop

A normal day in the city, streets bustling with sound, colors and lights, all whilst Ian sat at the stool in a little shop he called his job. He sat, his head resting on his palm in annoyance, listening to a lady drone on and on about her computer “it won’t turn on, it won’t charge, I can’t afford to buy a new computer ” she all but screamed in his face, speaking as if it was the end of the world. Ian sighed and took the computer into his hands before looking it over, his magic automatically activating without him knowing which allowed him to see the electrical pathways inside the computer ‘nothing wrong with the computer’ he thought to himself before his eyes trailed over to the charger that sat on the counter next to the yelling lady. He squinted slightly while looking at the chord and could see that there was a short in it causing it not to function properly. “Are you going to do something?” The woman screamed causing Ian to look up sharply with a frown painted on his face. The lady gulped and took a step back which earned a small chuckle from the 19 year old. “Ma’am” he started while picking up the cord, “you have a short in your charger, the computer is perfectly fine you just need a new cord” he sighed picking both the laptop and charger up before handing it to her “if you head right over there, Gabby can help you find a new charger that will work for your laptop” he finished, forcing a smile on his face. The lady scoffed and turned, her high heels clicking across the floor angrily. “Don’t you just love New York” Ian mumbled while rolling his eyes before standing up from his stool with a big stretch.

He walked into the break room and opened the fridge where he had stashed a energy drink incase the three hours of sleep he had the night before came creeping up on him, “I really need to make a doctors appointment for insomnia” he mumbled, opening the can and taking a large gulp followed by a refreshing sigh as the cold liquid hit his empty stomach. He closed the fridge and began to walk towards the door when something caught his attention, the clock on the wall had stopped its rather loud ticking and was now stuck at the six thirty mark. “Huh?” He asked but then noticed that it was oddly quiet in the usually loud shop. Before he could exit the door to see what was going on, a strong breeze swirled around the room which was weird seeing as there were no windows. “what the..” he stopped in his tracks when he felt the coldness of the can in his hand disappear and was replaced with a envelope . He looked down to notice an envelope had replaced his can and he looked on in shock, “ok so I really need to make that doctors appointment” he started before opening the letter….

Dear Killian Greysol, Congratulations you have been pre-approved for selection into The Clockmaster’s University For Magical Aptitude. Upon completion of reading this letter you shall be transported to a land beyond time and space known as The Immortal Hills. There you shall be joined by others with similar auras as yourself and go through our rigorous interview process before you are to be greeted by The Grandfather of Time, The Clockmaster himself Alus Arador. This is a boarding school, where you will learn and live and create a life for eight years in the Immortal Hills, but in reality only five minutes shall pass upon your transportation, and all educational materials will be provided for you. Once more, congratulations on your selection as only eight million people (or Maggies that normies call us) have any sort of magical aptitude. See you in a moment.

“Maggies?” He question before stumbling backwards as the world began to fade away, the room seemed to spin and contort itself until Ian was no longer standing in the break room of his job, now he was standing on a beautiful beach with the sun beating down causing him to break out in a small sweat before pulling his beanie off. “Am I going crazy?” He asked as he turned around only to be greeted by faces that seemed just as confused as he was.

 

[1Lucker]

NAME
Daniel 'Dani' Lacroze

AGE
21

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Daniel is averagely built, and tries to wear clothes that make him blend in, despite his height of 6'5''. His hair is always just too messy, and often falls into his eyes. His eyes are a deep blue, nearly violet, but feel strangely empty.

MAGICAL APTITUDE SCALE
4

MAGICAL AURA
Aeromancy: A school of magic focusing on control and manipulation of wind and air.

MAGICAL POWERS (As of now)

• Flight - Can manipulate the air around him to be able to fly.
• Dust Devil - Can summon a small tornado to distract or to move things around.
• Gust - Can summon a gust of wind.
• Temperature control - Daniel can influence the temperature of the air around him, within reasonable limits.
• Tempest - Daniel is able to summon a powerful storm, but it drains energy quickly.

CLASS SCHEDULE
- MONDAY
MUSICAL MAGIC
ALCHEMY
Lunch
THE FIRST RESPONSE
ENOCHIAN LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE
THE ART OF ILLUSIONS
Dinner

- TUESDAY
TECHNOMANCY
CONJURATION
Lunch
DEFENSE AGAINST ELDRITCH HORRORS
OCCULTISM
EVOLUTION OF MAGIC
Dinner

- WEDNESDAY
ARTIFICING
ANTI MAGIC DARK DEFENSE
MAGICAL CIVILIZATION HISTORY
Lunch
MAGIC OF THE GREEN
MONSTER STUDY
ANCESTRAL HISTORY
Dinner

CLUBS
-Clockmaster University Choir
-Dueling
-Archery
-Boating

Chicago, Illinois
Chicago Sailing Club

The weather was the same as usual, overcast, with freezing winds coming in off the lake that managed to sneak under your coat and up your sleeves. Daniel Lacroze shivered and hustled out onto the pier, where his brother stood, waiting for him. "I was beginning to think that you wouldn't show," Dante, Daniel's older brother said.
"You know me. Never one to miss a sailing day. Love it." Daniel hopped up into his ship, a small sailboat, the kind that most people wouldn't take out onto the lake because the winds were known to be unpredictable. "Wind's feeling awfully strong today," said Dante. "You sure you want to head out?"

With a nod, Daniel untied the boat from the pier and headed out into the lake. Within minutes, he realized his lapse of judgement. It wasn't just the wind, but the waves were terrible too. He knew that he had to go back, but wanted his alone time in the wind. The waves got higher and higher, and the winds stronger and stronger, until the sail was ripped off of his boat. Daniel cursed. He couldn't make it back without the sail. He rushed over to the equipment locker and opened it up. On top of a few life jackets and an extra sail, sat a neatly sealed envelope, complete with a wax seal. Daniel ripped it open and read it quickly.

Dear Daniel Lacroze, Congratulations. You have been pre-approved for selection into The Clockmaster’s University For Magical Aptitude. Upon completion of reading this letter you shall be transported to a land beyond time and space known as The Immortal Hills. There you shall be joined by others with similar auras as yourself and go through our rigorous interview process before you are to be greeted by The Grandfather of Time, The Clockmaster himself Alus Arador. This is a boarding school, where you will learn and live and create a life for eight years in the Immortal Hills, but in reality only five minutes shall pass upon your transportation, and all educational materials will be provided for you. Once more, congratulations on your selection as only eight million people (or Maggies that normies call us) have any sort of magical aptitude. See you in a moment.

"What the hell?" Daniel read the letter slowly, trying to comprehend it while on a storm blown ship. He felt the rocking of the boat disappear as he was suddenly transported somewhere else. The sudden change from the boat to solid ground knocked him off balance and he stumbled and fell. When he got up, he saw that the sun was shining and the sky was blue, but what really told him he was elsewhere was that it was warm. He didn't need the heavy coat that he was wearing and rushed to take it off. He brushed himself off and looked around at some of the other new arrivals.

 

[Thatguy1]

NAME: AMADO DEFILE THOTH

AGE: UNKNOWN

MAGICAL APTITUDE: 32

MAGICAL AURA:
1- Necromancy
1a- Amado's Necromancy skills are so powerful that he can kill a person just by looking at them, and before they hit the ground, he can raise them as Followers
2- Magical Essense Manipulation
2a- He can manipulate the magical energy in his surroundings and of other people, meaning he can turn powers off, make them uncontrollable, or even invert them to a dangerous degree
3- Healing Magic
3a- This powerful Magician can heal from even the most lethal of wounds within minutes, and coupled with his necromancy he can heal his Followers as well
4- Corruption Magic
4a- Through just a hint of concentration using his words, he can change another's base form into a corrupted version of themselves