Fantasy Magic's Return || Character Sheet

[StoneWolf18]

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• You can create 2 characters right now, though they each must be studying Vis differently and be put in different posts.
• I want effort. If it looks like you threw the character together in five minutes cause you're bored, you're not likely to be accepted.
• The sheet should be legible. Even if you don't know how to use a lot of BBCode the Rich Text Editor and its buttons can do most of the work for you.
• If you would like to play some type of staff member at the college, talk to me about it and we might be able to make it work.
• Antisocial characters will not be accepted. They won't function in this, mainly player driven, game.
• No player limit as of yet. Come one, come all!
• Absoutely NO work in progress sheets may be posted.

[/div][div class="stoneTextBox info hidden"][div class=stoneSubheader]Vis' Forms[/div]Vis is an energy which takes on 6 basic forms as well as various subforms.

• Ignis (Fire)
  • Cinis (Ash)
  • Calor (Heat)
  • Fumus (Smoke)
• Aqua (Water)
  • Glacies (Ice)
  • Nebula (Vapor)
  • Canetis (Sound)
• Tera (Earth)
  • Metallum (Metal)
  • Herba (Flora)
  • Fera (Fauna)
• Aer (Air)
  • Electrum (Electricity)
  • Tempestas (Weather)
  • Motus (Motion)
• Tenebris (Dark)
  • Mortem (Death)
  • Sanguis (Blood)
  • Morbus (Disease)
• Lux (Light)
  • Sanitas (Health)
  • Confictura (Illusion)
  • Praesidium (Protection)

[div class=stoneSubheader]The Mages[/div]Mages are individuals who can manipulate Vis. Each of them have an innate understanding of how to manipulate it a basic level, but those who dedicate time to their studies can progress far beyond that.

Below is what is known about magic so far:

• No one is sure at this moment what makes someone a mage and why others are and aren’t mages. It’s seemingly random, but most aren’t that convinced it is.
• A mage’s abilities normally develop around early adulthood though can come about later in life. Children haven’t been seen to develop these abilities at this time.
• A mage’s first contact with Vis can come in a variety of different ways. The two that have been seen so far is simply beginning to perceive it, and utilizing the vis around them in a stressful situation.
• Vis can be perceived most commonly through sight, though feeling, smelling, tasting, and hearing has been reported by some mages. This has been dubbed “mage sense.”
• A mage’s ability is bound to them in some way. Some are convinced it’s their soul, others like to believe that they are altering the properties in their blood. Whatever an individual decides to believe it is obvious something occurs when a mage begins to study, as when a mage uses their mage sense around another mage who has been studying a specific type of Vis, they tend to be reading the same type of Vis off their person. Of course no one is quite sure what this entails, and if it will have any effect upon the mage themself.
• Mages have only proven to be able to manipulate Vis present in the world. No one has been able to generate a flame where no Ignis is present. However while they can’t generate themselves, they could light a fire which would generate it for them.
• A mage manipulating Vis requires some type of energy, which is normally the physical energy the mage has. New mages tend to get exhausted rather quickly but can work their casting stamina up over time.
• At this time no one has noticed any need for verbal components, but even though controlling Vis mentally might be possible, its a whole hell of a lot easier to guide and mold it yourself using your hands.

[/div][div class="stoneTextBox sheet hidden"] This is the character sheet for the roleplay. You are essentially making a normal, modern-day college student as magic really hasn't affected them all that much yet.

Basic Information

Name:
Age: 18+ as they are in college
Gender:
Major: What they're studying

Appearance Information

Height: 5' 9" is the average for men and 5' 4" for women in the US
Weight: BMI Caluclator
Hair:
Eyes:
Build:
Body Modifications:
Other:

Vis Information

Time: How long have they been able to perceive vis? Keep in mind it has only been around for a week so that is the maximum. If they aren't a mage yet then just note that down here.
Perception: Which sense do they perceive Vis with? The most common is sight, but the others are possible.
Method of Study: Broad (They are going to focus on all base forms and have weak control over all of them), Structured (they are focusing on one base form and have alright control over each of its subforms), or Specific (Focusing on one subform with basic control over its base form). For the last two note which they are focusing on. (Ex. Structured Aer, Specific Nebula)

Personal Information

Personality: At least a good paragraph
History: 2+ paragraphs. Normal is okay and preferred!
First Contact: Write the scene where they first began to perceive Vis and became a mage. Very rarely do they utilize Vis the first time they are able to perceive it, but it isn't impossible in stressful situations where a lot of Vis is present. If they aren't a mage yet then ignore this one.[/div][/div]

 

[ReverseTex]

Accepted!

Basic Information

Name: William “Will” Blackwater
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Major: Law (Bachlor in Political Science)

Appearance Information

Height: 6’1
Weight: 165
Hair: Brown/Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Build: Muscular
Body Modifications: N/A
Other:

Vis Information

Time: Will has been noticing the odd sensations for about 3 days now.
Perception: Touch
Method of Study: Specific- Motus

Personal Information

Personality:
William is the most charming man you'll meet, always a smile on his face and a handful of compliments to give. Cavalier to the point of seeking out danger and challenge for the thrill and excitement it brings him. Very good with words and books, his argumentative background aids his persuasive skills along with people skills.His acuteness for detail also aids him in his people skills.. But along with his people skills, his sarcastic, yet excited personality makes him quite the character. But in business or serious matters, he's the coldest, focused man you’ll met.. He does care and love once breaking his shell, and is kind and considerate. But ultimently he stands for the triumph of good over evil, of the goodness he came to embody over what he was born into.
History:
William Daniels was the elder of two boys born to an aristocratic family that was fiercely proud of its wealth and status. Their approach to profit and their inconsiderate ways greatly irked William as a boy, knowing what his family did was morally wrong and illegal. Furthermore, his parents began to notice his divergent mindset, and began to distance themself from their son. By the time he was sixteen, he had completely severed ties with his family and was removed off of the Daniels family tree.

Taking what money he saved in a private account, William fled home, arriving in a quaint town outside in upstate New York. Renting a small home with the money, he slowly began to learn how to trick the system. Faking himself a new identity to advertise to the college boards, under his new name, William Blackwater. Having to forge certain residential, parental, and school documents to appear enrolled in online homeschooling as well as having a safe environment. But after much work, Fairview College accepted him.

Having graduated with a bachlor in political science, William stuck around to participate in the college’s law school, aspiring to be a political negotiator or analyst.
First Contact:

Spoiler: First Encounter

When William opened his eyes, it was still dark aboard the plane, as the hum of the engine echoed through the cabin. He had used the last of his saved money on a lavish trip to Mexico, needing a break from the rigerous routine that was law school. Stirring in his seat, he slowly unbuckled his seatbelt as he adjusted from his nap, then stood slowly. Making his way to the lavatory, he made sure to lock the door behind him...
He checked his face in the mirror, rubbing the sleep away with a splash of cold water. 2 more hours til home...For an instant, he couldn't recognize the person reflected in it. Only with a wave of his hand and the person waved back was when he realized it was just a groggy misunderstanding. When had been the last time I'd looked at myself in the mirror? A slight headache came upon him at that moment. After flushing the toilet and washing his hands, he searched the cabinet for some painkillers only to realize there wasn't one. Right, I was in a plane — not at home.

Shaking the water off his hands, he turned to exit, but then stopped abruptly before.

An unsettling feeling began welling inside him. There's was something wrong in the room—but he couldn't quite tell what it was. Will felt as though he had entered a house with the gas stove left on; the atmosphere was dense and strange, thought apparently invisible to his eyes.

Suddenly, the room began to disappear in a accelerated blur:as if he were moving as fast as the plane. Will desperately latched him hands on the sink, though instead he felt as if he hit the floor. Maybe I am on the floor...?

Before he could make any determination of that, the headache retuned with force. Grasping his head, the knock on the lavatory door sounded like a gunshot, the noise echoing through his head at a painful volume... Will closed his eyes, and the darkness of unconsciousness engulfed him...

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Accepted!

Basic Information
Name: Avalon Von Koenzen
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Major: Acoustics

Appearance Information
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 139-BMI 19.9
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Greenish Blue
Build: Ectomorph, Lean but semi Athletic
Body Modifications: N/A
Other:
Norwegian Accent

Spoiler: More pictures of Avalon

All pictures by
Emily Soto

Vis Information
Time: 12 Hours since noticing it.
Perception: Hearing
Method of Study: Specific Canetis (Sound)


Personal Information
Personality:
Witty, quirky and a little bombacious Avalon is a quick tempered yet feisty individual who is as diverse as the instruments she plays. Some would even call Avalon sly and observant, always keen to know the details and to figure out what is going on in a situation. It is through this that she can find herself being somewhat rude in the pursuit of knowledge. While she can be rude at times, she is most often very lively and kind hearted helping those she knows are struggling or can't help themselves. Yet, as social as she is, a night at home is something she enjoys from time to time.

History:
Born to a Katarina Libenslan and Eisen Von Koenzen her upbringing wasn't eventful. With her father involved in business and her mother involved in physics she had an interesting set of role models. Despite this her parents were very open and let her explore what she sought to actually enjoy. Finding her niche in music she learned to play the Violin as a child. Her mother schooling her while her father taught her the Piano. Finishing Primary school in Norway, her family moved at the age of ten to a large apartment in Manhattan for her father to move up in his company. With her family now fully moved into their new home she started 6th grade in a New York private school.

Dealing with several incidents with people bullying her due to her accent she soon began to force it down and tried her best to be rid of it. Despite this, it still persisted especially when upset. However, her voice finally ended up paying off when she started high school. Having been part of her private schools choir, she and several of her choir members decided to form a band. While unknown and starting out she found somewhere that she believed would be a good place for her. Having continued through school, her grades being above average in all but Mathematics she applied to Fairview college.

Being accepted she ended up having to leave her band mates behind, none of them having decided to go to school following their graduation. Arriving at the school she mostly kept her head down. However, in her sophomore year of college she started to work with music once more. Providing the voice to several pieces of music, she found herself enjoying it more than she would standing in front of a crowd.

First Contact:

Spoiler: First Contact

"Avalon, you ready?" A voice spoke into the sound room. Avalon stood up in the adjacent room and walked into the sound room. "Yeah, I think so." Avalon responded as she adjusted the microphone a few times. Bringing it to her height she took a step back and began to count in her head. The seconds passed before she finally heard the tone signalling her to begin. Listening to the music as it played she finally started to sing. Her voice laid over the lyrics in a way that only complimented the song.

However, as she continued she began to feel as if there was a flutter of air around her ears. The noise almost like a buzzing. Shaking the sensation off she refocused herself, luckily having not screwed up as of yet. Moving her hands as she sang, the noise once more began to rise. The sensation of flickering wind returned making her move a hand to her right headphone. Feeling it still snuggly in place she took them off much to the dismay of the recording technician.

"Everything okay in there?" The voice asked.

Nodding the sensation was gone and there was no draft in the room. Putting the headphones back on she waited for the tone to sound once more. Immediately putting herself into the song, the noise started, but ignoring it entirely this time she doubled her focus onto the song. Hands moving involuntarily she felt the noise rise to a fervor making her tear her headphones off. The high pitched screech produced through the headphones echoed through the active microphone causing it to repeat several times. The last time it repeated the microphone cut out.

The noise scrambled Avalon's head causing her to rub her temples. Back against the wall she slowly slid down and held her head in her hands. The technician began to speak but she couldn't hear any of it. Only the noise of flickering continued before it stopped entirely. Feeling her vision begin to turn fuzzy she rubbed her eyes. Struggling to keep herself wake she managed to hold it together before the technician came in.

"Heat flash.. I think. Im okay." Avalon spoke, yet she looked like she ran a half marathon after hitting the gym.

 

[Agreas]

Accepted!

Basic Information:
Name: Ethan Adams
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Major: Biochemistry

Appearance Information:
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Build: Muscular
Body Modifications: N/A
Other:

Vis Information:
Time: 1 day
Perception: Taste
Method of Study: Structured Aqua

Personal Information:

Personality: Ethan likes to joke that he is a mad scientist in the making. His inquisitive nature together with his "do it yourself" attitude might actually make that joke a reality one day. When you catch him on the street, he will always greet you with a smile and try cracking a joke to return a smile to your face if it wasn't already there. Lighting up someone's day or helping someone with a problem is one of Ethan's favorite pastime activities. If he can help analyze the problem and offer a solution, Ethan certainly won't back away from a challenge. When work is concerned, Ethan's eye for details and meticulousness get their time to shine. If he isn't satisfied with the results, Ethan will start over and over again until he feels like his expectations are achieved. Studying and work are the only parts of his life he likes to take seriously but anything that happens in between those two is fair game for his fun-loving nature.

History: Ethan was the youngest child in his family. Daniel, his older brother, was a model and his sister Alice found her calling in architecture. His parents, Marcus and Violet Adams, both pursued their careers in different sciences. Marcus was a physicist and Violet was a biochemist. For as much as they could, they always supported Ethan and his little "experiments" while he was younger. Those same experiments got him in quite a number of messes and problems with his neighbors but, thanks to his parents and him being a lovable kid, he got away with most of the stuff he did.

Violet was beside herself when Ethan decided to go for a career as a scientist like his parents. It made her even more proud when Ethan expressed his intention of studying biochemistry like her. The only part she didn't like was that he was going to move to all the way from San Francisco to New York City to attend Fairview College but both her and Marcus fully supported him. He had spent his two years after high school working different jobs to raise money for different expenses and get a sense of how the world functions. Having enrolled at twenty, Ethan was now two more years away from his diploma and he was more focused than ever on making sure that it doesn't slip through his fingers.

First contact: It was the end of a long and grueling week for Ethan. The lectures were particularly hard that week and he had papers that needed to be written by Monday. He could feel his brain telling him to take a break and stop trying to overload it with information. Having no other option but to agree with it, Ethan closed his textbook and went over to his bed to ungraciously faceplant himself on it. With his head deep in the comfy pillow, Ethan barely had the will to focus on the ringing coming from his phone on the nightstand. He extended his hand and grabbed the infernal device only to notice a message from one of his friends inviting him to a local club. Without any definitive plans for the evening, Ethan replied that he was going to join in on the fun and plugged his phone into the charger before proceeding to get ready for the party.

He met up with his friend and a couple of other people that his friend invited outside the club. Ethan wasn't exactly a guy who enjoyed the nightlife that much but, a party with his friend once every once in a while didn't hurt. Once the group got inside, Ethan could feel the music pump in his chest. His friend, like a shepherd, lead the group to a table and with everyone seated he asked who was drinking what before proceeding to the bar with one of the girls from the group to get them their drinks. Ethan, being the odd one in the group, tried to listen more than participate in the conversation that was being started at the table. He didn't know those people but he was looking forward to getting to know them better. His friend pool was not that large and the party seemed like the perfect opportunity to expand it a bit.

When his friend and the girl he took with him returned with the drinks, Ethan quickly took his first sip. He didn't have a large tolerance for alcohol but he could hold a few drinks before things would get ugly. That was the reason why he was surprised when he felt the taste of sour candy inside his mouth. His tongue was practically going numb from the sour taste. He most certainly never had that type of reaction to drinking so he excused himself from the group and went to the bathroom. The taste was getting stronger and stronger and Ethan started feeling sick from it. He turned on the tap to try and get a drink of water but he felt the taste of soda wash over his mouth before he even got the chance to drink the water. There was definitely something wrong with him but he could not explain it. He looked back at himself in the mirror but nothing was obviously wrong with him. When he turned the tap off, the taste of soda was replaced back by the sour candy flavor. Without knowing what to do, Ethan returned back to the group and told them that he didn't feel well. One of the guys at the table was in the process of lighting a cigarette and Ethan immediately felt the fumes of the cigarette as if it was in his mouth. His friend asked what was wrong but Ethan just told him that it was a headache before saying goodbye and running back home. As he distanced himself from the club, Ethan felt the different flavors in his mouth dissipate and the gears in his head starting to turn. He was going to get to the bottom of this one way or the other but it would have to wait for tomorrow. That night he still had an assignment to finish.

 

[Lux___Wolf]

Accepted!

Basic Information
Name: Randolph (Rand) Monday
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Major: Criminal Justice

Appearance Information
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180 lb
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Build: Muscular
Body Modifications: N/A

Other:

Spoiler: Pics of Rand

Vis Information
Time: 4 Days.
Perception: Sound
Method of Study: Specific Praesidium

Personal Information
Personality: Rand lives in the now, with eyes constantly scanning his environment to ensure that everything runs smoothly and systematically. He honors traditions and laws, with a goal of joining SWAT one day. He expects the same honor of others, leaving no patience or understanding of those who are not law-abiding. A take-charge Type A kind of leader. Sometimes demanding and critical, straightforward, and honest. Model citizen, boisterous and fun at parties. May be misunderstood when valuing his logic over people. Personal and social security are his top priorities. Energetic and puts in effort in whatever he decides must be done. Rand lacks faith in people; they seem more lost during crisis than he is. That is why he has a hard time asking for help.

History: The Mondays are well known as conservative and contributing where they live, even being a part of neighborhood watch. Ever since Rand's little sister May went missing and never found again, no one questioned why the Mondays became aggressive in their vigilance. His father Jonathan has long been Father Monday at a nearby Catholic church, and his mother Kathleen has long been a high school teacher whose students make a joke of looking forward to Mondays. Hercules Street has been a simple, safe home that he never left or lost until he graduated and relocated to Fairview College in New York City. Anxiety gets the best of his parents, always worried if he is safe, so he has to make weekly calls or else they will come visit.

Ever since May went missing, Rand had watched the police closely whether if they were doing their jobs, if they put in enough effort to search for his sister. At first he was highly suspicious and emotional, but then grew to enjoy the idea of what they do. He wasn't just content with the idea of being a local police officer; he was more ambitious and bloodthirsty for aggressive action. SWAT caught his attention ever since his youth, and this made him an upstanding child that surprised even his parents growing up.

Spoiler: First Contact

During the process of the first four days, the vis experience when indoors had been non-stop until he instinctually toggled it off. Up until he could, in each building that had four corners, four walls, ceilings and floors, closed windows, closed doors, there was an incessant flow of relaxing human and bird vocals. It sounded so calming that it made him think of home, Hercules Street, sometimes to the point of nausea. Rand worried if he was that homesick to the point of becoming stir-crazy. With every safety belt click, a church bell chimed nearby even when he knew it shouldn't. But once he was outside, near dangerous traffic, or on the edge of the roof, all calming sounds had stopped, swallowed up by common noises.

To make matters more confusing and concerning, electronics fizzled louder and cars roared angrier. When opening a door, sunlight poured in and hit everything like thumping piano notes. The spill of raindrops fell like a heavy rain in slow motion. Rand had gone to a doctor who examined his ears, a doctor who apologized and said he saw nothing wrong.
He could not tell anybody until he heard and followed whispers of mages and visology.

 

[Lux___Wolf]

Accepted!

Basic Information
Name: Nathaniel (Nate) Sullivan
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Major: Medical Lab Science (Mortuary Training)

Appearance Information
Height: 5'11
Weight: 170 lb
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Build: Ectomorph, Lean and Semi-Athletic
Body Modifications: N/A

Other:

Spoiler: Pics of Nate

Vis Information
Time: 2 Days.
Perception: Sight
Method of Study: Specific Mortem

Personal Information
Personality: Nate is highly competent and intuitive, aiming to be insightful with as much information he can gather. Sometimes jumps to conclusions because of his need for closure. More scientific than spiritual; he has no belief or interest in ghosts. Tired of being in his head too long, he seeks out intimacy with those alive. Judgmental, decisive, dismissive, and even blaming. Nate dislikes anything messy, muddled, or unclear. When stressed, he can be obsessive with mindless repetition such as binge drinking and absorbed with minutia and details. He has no problem with grades and GPA. Nate has gotten used to operating on and slicing open cadavers, rummaging through and handling their cold insides, and smelling their pungent rotting odor.

History: The Sullivans have had a family morgue business, living nearby a hill cemetery. Despite struggling with depression as a child, Nate adopted their lifestyle quite quickly and easily. He was picked on and bullied in school until either their funerals or their family's funerals. Then his comfort and bedside manner during their grief-stricken times became recognized, and he grew on his peers like a strange imaginary friend. He made their Memorial Days and cemetery visits a lot more fun, to their quiet surprise.

Nate assisted his parents Kenneth and Terri and two older brothers Benjamin and Matthew with dressing up the dead, applying make-up, and decorating the wakes. He would be the one to usher people to their seats or to the restrooms, for his boyish energy brought life and innocence to the grim room. He had always known he would go to college temporarily to receive mortuary training, but was insatiably curious to see what else life actually had to offer. Who were people before they were dead, ending up in the hands of the Sullivans? Nate wanted to know.

Spoiler: First Contact

During the process of two days, the death of flies and spiders were not much to cause him concern but Déjà Vus of what seemed the same little deaths made him think he was just tired and it was only his overactive imagination. That is, until the hit-and-run that sent a bicyclist flying into mangled pieces. In a ghastly glimmer, before his widening eyes, he saw black light weaving out of the body and into the earth. Nate rubbed his eyes until everything refocused and sharpened. No black light. Just vehicular manslaughter with blood, guts, hair, and flayed flesh. Huh, he thought. That was weird. That's a sign that I need more caffeine. He walked away from the scene where people continued to scream, yell, and murmur.

Then Nate began seeing more waves, more streams of colorful light, emerging and dissipating quickly from whence they came. Overwhelmed, he went to the library and passed nervously twitching and nail-biting students in the psychology aisle, hearing whispers of mages and visology. He followed them to Prof Curtis.

 

[NUSKI]

Accepted!

Maven Sparling

Name: Maven Lynn Sparling
Age: 22 y/o
Gender: Female
Major: Fine/Studio Arts

Height: 5'8
Weight: 129 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Build: Lean/Ectomorph
Body Modifications: N/A
Other:

Time: Maven has been perceiving Vis for six days.
Perception: Sight
Method of Study: Specific - Sanguis

Personality: Maven is a headstrong, passionate young woman who is used to working and putting in true effort to get what she wants. Her high intelligence only makes her all the more dangerous, as she would often disregard her own safety (as well as those of others) to reach her goals. Maven has a difficult time caring about the problems of others as she thinks that no one was there for her when she was younger (climbed out of a deep depression by herself). She hopes to become a famous artist sometime in the near future and have her own gallery. Maven is very observant and finds herself always analyzing and judging people before she actually speaks to them which she blames on her antisocial behavior in middle school and tries her best to remedy it by sparking conversations (and/or hopefully a friendship) with anyone she finds interesting. Even so, Maven hates small talk and wasting time and is usually looking for the fastest or easiest way out of things. She also has a tendency to lash out or display strong shows of attitude when things don't go her way which could be because she was never properly disciplined.
History: Maven Lynn Sparling was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and born on January 14, 1996. Her unmarried parents never told her this, but she was not a child they were ready for but they didn't need to; it was evident in the way they chose to parent young Maven. At the time, Maven was living in East Brooklyn, in a low-income housing area. Her father was an abusive alcoholic and his mother would leave for long periods of time, sometimes even days to be with other men. Maven's father would never dare lay a hand on her but constant verbal and physical arguments between her parents were a regular occurrence in the apartment but for some reason, they would somehow make up only for the cycle to start again.

Ever since she was five years old, Maven has always had a passion to draw and paint and luckily for her, she turned out to be pretty good at it. In Grade 3, Maven would draw pictures a lot of her teachers would describe as disturbing but would never say anything until Maven drew some stick figures which seemed to represent her parents. The two parent stick figures had ripped each other's heads off while Maven stood in the middle with a sad face. This definitely concerned her teacher and Maven was asked to speak to her principal about her life at home and a month and a half later CPS came to take Maven away and put her in with another family.

After that, Maven spent the majority of her time drawing and painting, even managing to get her own mini art studio in her house. Her foster parents noticed how good she was with art and supported her all the way. Even through high school, Maven was off in her own little world always finding a way to draw something during her classes. This wasn't to say she didn't have friends though; she would spend a lot of her time in the art studio with a couple of schoolmates at lunch and after school. Maven would always have some dried paint on her hands but never cared. It almost amazed her foster parents on how much she was in love with visual arts. Maven had to stay back a year after she was supposed to graduate because she had a tendency to skip classes that didn't have anything to do with writing or art.

After graduating, Maven took a year before going to college so she would have enough money for school and the art supplies she finds herself always buying. Now, Maven continues to work on her paintings, hoping she will soon create one that could actually put some food on her plate because she really hates working at the local pharmacy.
First Contact: She hated cooking.

She hated it even more than her neighbor who always played loud country music. Despite the fact that she didn't like cooking, she was pretty good at it. Maven screamed in frustration only before rushing out of the kitchen and into her bedroom to bang her fists on the wall that the sound was coming from. The music slowing lowered in volume until Maven stood in her room satisfied and in silence. She was looking for a new apartment but hated taking the bus in her area so it was already difficult looking for a place closer to the college. Julia walked out of her bedroom and stared plainly at the mess in her living room. She had a wooden cabinet in the corner and a single wooden chair surrounded by canvass, paint buckets, paintbrush kits, and notepads. She didn't really do much other than drawing if she wasn't working on an assignment from school and if she ever needed to type or watch something, her trusty MacBook Pro could handle the job.

Maven's phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, placing her back into reality. Maven cautiously walked over her living room floor, avoiding paintings that were still drying as if they were booby-trapped and picked up her phone while simultaneously picking up the kitchen knife she was using earlier which she immediately regretted. Maven made a hissing sound and dropped her phone on the floor and squeezed her index and middle finger rushing towards her bathroom for bandages and alcohol. Blood leaked through the creases of her finger and drop of crimson red liquid landed on one of her drying paintings and almost immediately, feeling what felt like the impact of a train hit her forehead and Julia quickly became uneasy. Maven continued to walk towards the bathroom, looking like a zombie straight from The Walking Dead. She didn't understand what it was but flashing trails of lights met her reflection in the mirror. Trying to ignore it, Maven pulled on the mirror door and grabbed a bottle of Advil and alcohol along with a box of bandages. Wanting to lay down as soon as possible, she poured the entirety of what was left in the alcohol bottle, rinsed the cuts under water and slapped two bandages on. Maven shoved two pills into her mouth and continued her zombie walk to her bed and stayed there until she drifted asleep right after muttering the words,

"I hate cooking."

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[Jolly Roger]

Accepted!Basic Information
Name: Calvin Lee
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Major: Art Studies
Appearance Information
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 131
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Build: Lean, Non-muscular
Body Modifications: N/A
Other: Often seen around campus wearing a tossed on hoodie or freshly pressed t-shirt


Vis Information
Time: It’s been 3 days since his first encounter with vis.
Perception: Sight
Method of Study: Specific Confictura
Personal Information
Personality: Calvin is a slightly awkward, unassuming young student who is pursuing a career in the arts. Ever since he was a kid, he often found refuge in books – particularly comic books, where he could soar over buildings or explore ancient temples as a dashing superhero or fearless explorer, in contrast to the mundane, sheltered life he led as the anxious, easily ignored class “nerd”. Throughout high school, he shed most of that shyness and became known as a pretty mellow, good natured guy, although he remains a bit of a wallflower at the rowdier parties . It can still be hard for Calvin to really open up to others who are unfamiliar to him, frequently being more of an observer and “sounding board” during conversations. However, discussing his passions such as art or comics always gets him excited and more willing to share. As an artist, his biggest insecurity is how “original” his works are, as he is concerned that he has not undergone enough unique experiences in his life to produce something truly interesting and worthy of appreciation. On the other hand, he dreads straying outside his comfort zone, preferring to operate by a predictable set of rules. For example, while he is often too absorbed in his studies to think about dressing well, he always goes out of his way to care for his hygienic needs, taking showers, cleaning his side of the dorm room, and doing the laundry on a very exact schedule.

History: Calvin was born to Daniel and Joyce Lee, who ran a successful chain of convenience stores in the city under the name “Lee’s Affordable Appliances”. Being immigrants who worked hard to stake out a new life in the US, they hoped for their son to make the most of the opportunities given to him. Calvin worked hard to stay among the top of his class throughout elementary and junior high, keeping up with extracurricular activities like piano and his school’s mathlete club. Constantly pushed towards a career in business or accounting, he began to strain under his family’s predetermined plans for him. Secretly, he wished to follow in the path of his comic book idols, such as Henry Rogers, the creator of his favorite graphic novel, The Crimson Paw. Midway through high school, he decided to sacrifice several advanced courses in mathematics so he could focus on art-based electives. A tense discussion with his bewildered and worried parents helped them realize that being an artist was Calvin’s life-long dream. They eventually assured him that they would support his endeavors 100%, as long as he was aware of the risks, put effort into his work, and was sure that it would make him happy. Calvin still feels guilt over the disappointment he imagines he’s caused his parents, even if they tried their best not to show it, and often wonders if he made the right decision in shifting his goals.

First Contact: Calvin lay sprawled out on his bed, nose deep in the latest issue of The Crimson Paw. He turned the page to a panel of the titular hero, eyes narrowed distrustfully behind a black mask that resembled the dark streaks of a raccoon’s face. The subject of the Crimson Paw's gaze was none other than the archvillain Saber, a hulking beast of a man who was naked save for a pelt of spotted white fur. Two mortal enemies locked in combat, one swift as night and the other as forceful as thunder, charging towards each other – A loud ringing sound pierced the air, interrupting the intense reading session. “Just when it was getting interesting.”, he sighed. Calvin grudgingly got up to reach for the phone, noting the pile of unfinished perspective drawings stacked tidily next to it. Sharp throbs of pain racked his head as he clicked the “talk” button. Three tylenols apparently hadn't been enough to quell this morning’s headache. “Hello?” he answered, hoping it was just some telemarketer he could quickly shut down. Somewhat unfortunately, the person on the other end of the line turned out to be his seatmate in Mr. Curtis’s class, who wanted him to email the material for their newest lesson: The Elements of Magic. Visology had caught Calvin’s interest, as he had always enjoyed stories about mages and he hoped to use the class to perhaps find inspiration for a future comic, but he had soon learned that the real thing was infinitely more complex than anything JK Rowling could write. As he waited for the computer to boot up, wisps of light began to swim across his line of sight. First a migraine, and now blurry vision; was he coming down with some sort of virus? Calvin reminded himself to visit the campus clinic as soon as he finished sending the email. He opened up the word document where he kept his notes, but was becoming more and more distracted by the strange phenomena around him . The wisps continued to solidify, becoming streams of multi-colored light emanating from every direction. "What the hell!?", he finally exclaimed, the email forgotten amidst his growing panic. Was he going blind? Did this mark some kind of early onset schizophrenia? He rubbed his temple, trying his best not to freak out. There had to be a rational, completely non-life threatening explanation for this. "Ok...Let's see." Besides the headache, which mostly had subsided by now, he felt little indication of weakness or fatigue. Glancing at the computer, he noticed a particularly vibrant stream flowing outward from the device, neon yellow in color. "What if I..." His hand touched the stream, and a jolt of pure energy instantly ran through it, causing him to jerk back in surprise. The feeling left him awestruck. Something was going on here, something that defied all bounds of modern science. Almost like..."Magic.", he gasped. Calvin began to feverishly scroll through everything he had ever written for visology class, pausing to examine the section Sensing Vis. Only one person could help confirm his wild theory. The phone began to dial a number; it belonged to Professor Timothy Curtis.

 

[xDawn2463x]

Accepted!

• Basic Information
• Appearance Information
• Vis Information

• 
  
  Name: Tori Russey
  Age: 21
  Gender: Female
  Major: Criminology
  
  
• 
  
  Height: 5’6"
  Weight: 21.3
  Hair: Brown
  Eyes: Brown
  Build: Slender
  Body Modifications: None (yet….)
  Other: None
  
  
• 
  
  Time: 5 days
  Perception: Sound
  Method of Study: Specific- Electrum
  
  

• Personality
• History
• First Contact

• 
  
  
  
  ​
  Tori tends to get called ‘princess’. Though the female tends to find the name rather unprofessional, she understands why. For its not merely her beauty, sure, she’s decent looking, but it’s rather the way she holds herself. The way a princess should, by being calm, precise and polished. Which are primary traits of her personality that make her the focused practical worker that she is. Though an introvert of high standards and expectations, Tori can often fall flat in the ability to be heard, though she has grown out of her shyness, she tends to keep her opinions within, even when she knows letting them out would be a better option. This has led to her enjoying being around smaller groups of people, becoming generally close with those around her and gaining small bursts of joy and excitement before taking sometime to recharge. The assertive female therefore is not completely humorless, fond of mentioning of what she finds as a funny and doltish cliché of one needing to simply ‘break down her walls’.
  
• 
  
  Born and raised in California, Tori was an only child. She grew up in a middle class home, with her mother working as a nurse, and her father a bank accountant. Her often quiet demeanor caused her to have few friends in school, and that most of the excitement happened at home. With both her parents owning similar attributes. The trio enjoyed sitting together watching movies, having a laugh and throwing round sarcastic jokes when necessary. Tori was their little ‘princess’, mostly cause she got really defensive over small little things that her parents found hilarious. But they were happy.
  
  As Tori knew the typical cliché of any story book, was that happiness didn’t last for long. Tori’s mum got breast cancer, and passed away a few months after her graduation. A moment of sorrow wafted over she had her father. As they both retreated to their own personal bubbles of comfort. It was during this time that Tori realized she didn’t really want to study medicine or become a nurse as she had first decided. But rather, fell for her crime stories and investigation novels. More over it wasn’t really the ‘fight’ for justice, nor -though she wishes it would be- the ‘helping’ people part, but rather the excitement and thrill of solving the puzzle, putting pieces together in the ‘search’ for the truth.
  
  Surprisingly her farther was rather enthusiastic about her sudden change in decision, believing her mother would still be happy with whatever choice she made. And with that, she said her farewells to her farther and flew to New York. Where, as the cliché proposes. ‘Her adventure awaits’.
  
  ​
• 
  
  A small dark room was mostly obscured in darkness, curtains pulled back for a square window to allow moonlight to cast its glow into the room, almost leading to the assumption that the rooms owner had retreated to their vibrant dreams for the night. But another ball of light that illuminated the room was a lamp; situated on the desk it displayed a sun like glow. Hunched over near it, in the dark Tori sat, lanky fingers brushing a pen skillfully across page by page as she studied late into the night.
  
  With her window open sounds of the outdoors wafted into the small room, the scribbling of her pen made noise as it whisked over the page. Tori’s gaze appeared narrowed, focused, a scowl sitting on her lips while her glasses rested obediently on the bridge of her nose. Notes are a valuable thing. Her mind repeated. A very valuable thing. The very existence of notes made her life that much easier, with lectures she could get ahead of, with home work she could be excel at, and exams she could be perfectly prepared for. Perfectly prepared. Exactly.
  
  But Tori’s focus was suddenly disrupted by a buzz. The sound of when plugs were put incorrectly into sockets. Her head snapped up. Pausing as she listened for the noise again. Ticking. Like the ticking of the electric oven when turning on the heat, and again followed by the plug buzzing. She checked her plugs. Head ducking below her table as she carefully meddled with the wires. Nothing. Now a hum, and a fizz.. like moths darting round a lamp, and a sudden zap, such as when a fly catcher makes contact with its target. And now the buzz was louder, no longer like a plug, but a taser. A really loud taser.
  
  She darted back up. Smacking her head on the way up. “Shit.” A loud huff ensued from her lips as she darted to the door, throwing the door open as she peered out into the hallway. Whilst caressing her head, eyes squinted down the hall, nothing there but the lights keeping each other company. Just as she closed the door she it heard again.
  
  Buzz, tick, hum, zap!
  
  Her head whipped towards the window, darting to it to pear outside.
  
  Buzz, tick, hum, zap!
  
  She shut the window. Breathing hitched as noises filled her ear drums with uncanny music.
  
  Buzz, tick, hum zap.
  
  Hands locked over ears, sliding down against the wall, knees up to her chest
  
  Buzz, tick, hum, zap!
  
  Then silence. Breathing was erratic as she sat idle on the floor, unmoving through the night as paranoia swept into her thoughts. Lying frozen till the early hours of sunrise…
  
  

 

[Vampunk]

Accepted!

Basic Information
Name: Charlotte "Lottie" Baumann
Age: 22
Gender: female
Major: English Major, exchange program

Appearance Information
Height: 5'10
Weight: 142 lbs
Hair: Dark with a lighter dark brown hue, kept rather short and messy
Eyes: Pale green
Build: Slender
Body Modifications: A small silver nose ring
Other: Particularly fond of pullovers that seem to be a few sizes too large

Vis Information
Time: Four days
Perception: Taste
Method of Study: Specific Cinis

Personal Information
Personality: Charlotte is easy to strike up a conversation with once you find the right topic as she'd just babble on and on about her interests if you do strike a nerve. Dabbling in all sorts of fields like history, tales of fiction, the latest movie craze or the kind of series she'd like to just binge on her couch with a gigantic bucket of cinnamon ice cream, Charlotte enjoys indulging herself in stories that happen anywhere else than the present and her current surroundings.
Defying the stereotype, Lottie has a healthy sense of humor, more often than not having some snarky comment at the ready or some anecdote to break the ice. Literally translating them from her mother tongue might spoil the punchline or ruin the joke altogether at times, but she'd make sure to explain the details of it to her friends anyways, if they want to or not.
One of her biggest flaws, if not always so evident, is her sense of pride that can get ahead of her quite often, she does have somewhat of a high opinion of her work and does not really like criticism all that much, no matter how constructive it may be.

History: Charlotte grew up in Germany, Hessen to be precise, together with her older brother and younger sister. Due to the nature of her parent's jobs as Teacher and Policewoman respectively the trio was usually left to their own devices, making the three of them form quite the close bond. Her Brother Erich had always been a huge fantasy nerd and it really rubbed off on the sisters, leaving them with the same excitement for fantastic tales of might and magic like their elder brother. As a middle child you're usually neither supposed to be the responsible one, nor the youngest to be showered with your parents affection, and Lottie was no exception as she somehow avoided her parent's influence and grew up to be quite self sufficient, finding topics that she herself chose and enjoyed greatly. Be it sulking over books detailing the early history of central europe or the original Brother Grim collections, Charlotte would soon find herself drawn to books, which lead her to decide to pursue them even in higher education.

As most of the Universities, the one she attended also required her to spend at least two semesters abroad and after a vicious battle with the thought to just visit the ever so rainy Britain, Charlotte decided to rather just spend her semester in the United States.
After having to promise her younger sister that she'd bring her plenty of souvenirs and having Erich tell her not to get involved with any shady folk, Charlotte embarked on her journey to America, moving in with a host family that her father had been friends with in his youth.
It didn't take long for her to feel right at home and look forward to the limited time she'd get to enjoy in a completely different country, a very welcome change of scenery from the rather quiet tapestry of your usual rural german town.



First Contact:
Waving her library card in front of Mrs. Jones' face, Charlotte would grace the old lady with a smug smile accenting the german exchange student's lips, the gesture speaking for itself as the graying lady would roll with her eyes, hiding behind thick glasses.
"Fine, but next time you're losing the privilege of accessing this library if you do not return the books after being warned a couple of times. "

"Ja ja, I'm sorry, look it won't happen again, I promise!" The dark-haired woman would remark with the most innocent look she could possibly produce with a smile that was almost as wide as her entire face before sliding the library card back into her overstuffed wallet, filled to the brim with little notes on which books she still needed to get her hands on, the phone numbers of all her new acquaintances and the ever-growing list of series she intended to binge watch on another lazy sunday afternoon.

But in this moment she was on the lookout for something a bit different. Celebrating her host's youngest son's twelfth birthday, Lottie intended to try her luck at baking something for the occasion. And as a matter of fact there was more to this library than copious volumes of forgotten lore and countless student essays on the importance of the # on twitter.

Strolling down the aisle filled with manuals and other DIY magazines, Charlotte found the subsection dealing almost exclusively with baking, her fingertips brushing over the back of a particularly thick book that looked like it's been used as a doorstopper more than it's actually been read.
Resting it on her forearm, Charlotte would just come to just scroll through the many pages, catching brief glances of a variety of baked goods as she'd suddenly feel a strange taste spreading from the tip of her tongue all the way to the back.

A strange sensation, almost like biting down on a particularly sour slice of lime, would cause Lottie's face to scrunch up into a wicked grimace that would put most halloween decoration to shame as she'd drop the book the moment the taste grew more intense.
"Eugh...Was zum Teufel?..." The dark-haired woman would mumble as her tongue protruded, almost numb from the overwhelming taste that would send pulses of sour sensations through her body.
Her eyes would widen, scanning the library for the source of the strange taste, finding no prankster who'd been polluting the air with droplets of lime essence, nor the madman who'd eat a dozen whole limes for breakfast.

Instead she'd just find the other students sharing the library facility with her glancing at her with more than just raised eyebrows as they'd witness the german exchange student standing all alone in the aisle, her face the victim of an especially sour taste, and lying to her feet; A rather suspicious looking cookbook.
"Uh...Fair warning guys, some of the recipes in this book are so detailed, you can almost TASTE them yourself." Charlotte tried to play it off as she'd just pick up the book and made her way out of the library as her tongue would slowly calm down...

And yet she once again forgot to go through the check out, leaving a rather annoyed Mrs. Jones rolling her eyes as the librarian would manually assign the book to Charlotte's library card.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Accepted!

Name: Elise Farnier

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Major: Business
Appearance Information
Height: 5’7"
Weight: 136 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Build: Slim
Body Modifications: earrings

Vis Information​

Time: How long have they been able to perceive vis? 2 days
Perception: Touch
Method of Study: Broad

Personal Information

Personality: In many ways, she’s your textbook ‘awkward nerd’. She tends heavily toward introversion, and tends to take her studies quite seriously. Socially, she’s always struggled, often switching back and forth between holding excited conversations and talking very little overall. She’s had several crushes, some male and some female, none of which had worked out so far. That being said, she is a very loyal friend and will at times break free of her comfort zone in ways that surprise her closest friends in order to help them out or brighten their day. She is extremely inquisitive about the world, and also tends to daydream. One of her favorite realms of imagination were if the magic speculated to have been part of the world once upon a time was controllable to humans once more, aptly enough. She tends to get a bit carried away with her fantasies, sometimes convincing herself that rather implausible things are going to happen and the like. She also has a tendency to be easily startled. Many have labeled her as eccentric.

History: Her childhood was quiet, uneventful and a little lonely. She was an only child, her mother is the owner and sole proprietor of a small cafe’, her father an IT tech for a large internet provider. For the first few years of her life, her then-newly-married parents raised her out of the cramped second story of her mother’s cafe’.

Shortly after her father received his promotion, however, they moved into an adequately spacious two story house which would serve as Elise’s home until she moved out for college at 20 years old.

Most of Elise’s earliest memories were of her mother, her father rather busy back then, and for most of her life afterwards. The man did make up for it with pampering her and spending lots of time with her whenever he was off work, though and he always did his best to ensure that both her and her mother’s needs were always taken care of. That being said, he nor her mother were ever much of a help in regards to such things, not that she blamed them. Being very highly sensitive and clearly very “out there” to most others’ perceptions, she has learned over time to chalk it up to all of this being what she tended towards, and that being acceptable in itself. She still tends to get down on herself if she feels she has let others down, however.

She had quite a few friends when she was a small child and into her early teens, but when her friends gained interest in partying and started getting into relationships, she began to fit in less and less until the people she was closest with, besides her parents, were all online friends. She simply had zero interest in that lifestyle, as well as in relationships like the ones her friends were having, seeing both as superficial and far more likely to lead to regret than anything good. One thing her parents had stressed from an early age was to live your own way, not follow the herd. She followed this advice as best as she could, becoming something of an artist and author to express herself. She hasn’t yet made any income from either hobby yet, but dreams of doing so exclusively one day. She feels she has a lot of growing to do in order to achieve that, however.

Over time she became a shut-in because of just how difficult she found socializing. She felt extremely different to others, and was often singled out and made fun of in school. She was able to occupy herself and keep relatively happy in her own little bubble at home, and so she decided to keep to herself during school hours in order to “come alive" when she got home and felt she was able to be herself, as no one was around to judge her. She exists like this to this day as our story begins, more or less, though she has come out of her shell a bit over time.​

Nowadays, she works at achieving a balance between her social and private lives, working for her mother in her cafe’, school, and the things she loves to do, while taking care of herself to the best of her ability and bothering others as little as possible.

First Contact​

The surreal experience began two days prior to the beginning of our tale, on an evening that until then had otherwise been a continuation of the most ordinary day she’d experienced in many years.

Taking a break out on her back porch from her creative endeavors as she often did, she began to simply observe her backyard with all of her senses, focusing on feeling the slight breeze, listening to the wind chimes and chirping birds, observing her garden, and the like. Such attunement to her senses proved reliable in helping her relax, focus, and calm should she be anxious. Oddly enough, though, what was about to happen was going to do none of that for her, only muddle her mind further at the sheer strangeness of it all.

she suddenly felt a… shift in the air around her, for lack of a better term. The feeling gave her pause, and so she zeroed in on it, only to find that the it, this intense, all-pervasive bodily feeling was a simple, yet intense discomfort as it initially seemed to be. Instead but vastly multifaceted, only adding to the sheer confusion she felt at this time. All of these sensations were familiar to her, though seemingly acausal and very surreal mixed together like they were at the moment.

Among the sudden sensations racking her were a deeply calm sensation in her chest akin to the healthy vibrance one would feel after drinking water or consuming a nutritious meal, and in contrast, a dread-like tightness seeming to be fighting with the far more pleasant feeling. It wasn’t just those two, though; a myriad of other sensations wracked her body at the same time, most too muddled with the others to make out. Was she hallucinating? Her immediate thought in response to that mental question was no; this sensation felt far too real. Reaching her hand out steadily in front of herself to further solidify the idea that these sensations were indeed real, she was met with an invigorating tingle in response to the wind.

She found herself all but running back inside to escape these sudden, surreal feelings throughout her body, only to find that the they seemed to pervade the walls as well. Still, it faded a few minutes later. other, smaller episodes of this occurred every few waking hours after that, searches online revealing nothing. She’s been trying to put it out of her mind for now, to no avail.

 

[Tilferen]

ACCEPTED!
Basic Information
Name: Arthur Williams
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Major: Physics

Appearance Information
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 136 lbs
Hair: Shoulder length red hair, slightly curly.
Eyes: Light blue, almost gray but not quite.
Build: Small
Body Modifications: N/A
Other:

Vis Information
Time: Three days
Perception: Hearing
Method of Study: Specific Praesidium

Personal Information

Personality: Arthur is very shy and quiet, but if he knows you well enough, he may open up. He's also very graceful as he seems to move with purpose towards some goal that only he can perceive. Posture is key with Arthur and he will almost never be seen slouching or otherwise relaxed, this can be off-putting at times as he will keep his back straight even while running. He is also very meticulous about books, any book he sees, he reads. It should also be noted that he will read any book he sees, this is not limited to your personal journals or diaries. Arthur is fascinated with any and all sorts of information, and one could say that this fascination is more of a religious zealotry towards obtaining any and all sorts of knowledge.

History: Arthur comes from a family of scientists and engineers, and through most of his life he wanted to follow the family name and become the greatest chemist in all the world. He was born in a quiet house along with his twin sister, Sarah. Growing up he found that his studies and schoolwork came easy to him. He aced every test put in front of him, and he was well on his way to a good college. He was out touring schools when he heard the news that his hometown had been hit by a sudden flood that wiped out his parents house, killing his sister whom he had become very close friends with. Shocked at the news, Arthur flew back just in time to attend his sister's funeral. Normally energetic and outgoing, his mood shifted and he became very quiet, any attempt to console Arthur was met with a blank stare and total silence.

After the accident, Arthur blamed himself for not being there to protect Sarah. He fell into a spiral of depression and drunkenness. He was often found drunk and alone in the corner of some bar or pub. It was only when a man, who only introduced himself as a "friend," found him and took him under his wing. Over the next year, Arthur lived in his savior's home which, evidently, was filled with books about ancient civilizations and religions. He spent most his free time reading these books, which became something that Arthur found thoroughly entertaining during his stay. It took Arthur a few months before he began to realize he was throwing his life away with all that drinking. Determined to set his life on the right path, Arthur thanked the man then steeled himself and went back out into the world that had taken Sarah away from him.

First Contact: Arthur began the day as he always had, he woke up, brushed his teeth, and took a shower. It was only while he was eating his breakfast when he began to notice something; a slight ringing in his ear. He thought nothing of it at first, but then it grew louder and louder until the sound was almost unbearable. He debated whether this was worth a trip to the doctors when the tone suddenly shifted from a ringing to a more pleasant series of chimes. Confused yet intrigued, Arthur listened intently to the sounds, hearing the various pitches and tones and how they blended together. Soon afterwards he noticed that the cacophony of sounds became something more resembling of a melody, one that felt different from all other melodies he had ever heard in his life. This one felt important, like it was the only song that ever mattered. He rushed out of his apartment to find where the noise was coming from. Desperately he searched around the grounds for some radio or other device that could be making this song. Any person he met along the way, he asked if they could hear it too, this question was usually met with confused faces and more often than not them believing drugs were involved.

After searching for what seemed like hours Arthur finally retired to his home to try to make out the whole extent of the piece. A few minutes later Arthur began to hear the whole song, a wonderful orchestra of booming low notes and soft high ones, played from an instrument that he couldn't quite put his finger on. The melody never focused too much on one tone, always shifting towards another. Arthur figured he should try to recreate it, to show the world it's glory, but he never really had much of a musical talent, so he swept that idea under the rug. No, this piece was to be played only for him. No one else could hear it, which meant that this was special to only him. He felt the greatness of all of it, yet silently he wished deep down that he truely knew what it meant.

 

[Sybil]

ACCEPTED!

Name
Freyja Oxy

• Physical Appearance
• Vis Information
• Personal Information
• First Contact

• 
  Age: 21
  Gender: Female
  Major: Biology, Minor in Psych
  Appearance Information
  Height: 6'
  Weight: 140 lbs
  Hair: Black, goes all the way down to their hips when letting it down. She usually keeps it up in one ponytail, since she likes having it out of her face.
  Eyes: Amber
  Build: Lanky. Tall and skinny. Flat as a board, and not worried about it. Hourglass figure.
  Clothing Choices: Varying colors of Collared blouses for going out, jeans for errands and dress pants for class. When in her single dorm/apartment she usually sticks to sweatpants and plaid long sleeve shirts that are slightly too big for her.
  Other: She has a small pair of reading glasses, the lenses being slim and rectangular as well as frameless around the glass. Caucasian and pale with cool undertones, with relatively clear skin without blemishes or freckles. She has a slender face, with the overall shape conforming most closely to a heart, and her nose slightly thinner than average. High and arched black eyebrows that she keeps plucked. Her lips naturally rest at almost a frown, the corners of the mouth ever so slightly turned down.
  Body Modifications: Tattoo on her upper left shoulder blade, depicting the Caduceus emblem but with a syringe instead of a staff with no color.
  
  Spoiler: Tattoo

  
• 
  Time: Two days.
  
  Perception: Visual
  
  Method of Study: They will be Specific, studying passionately on Morbus.
  
• 
  Personality: Focused and dedicated is the words a handful of teachers have used to describe her that she had spent the time to become acquainted. Some teachers have described her as a bit underhanded, sometimes talking to heads of departments if they disagreed and she wanted an upper hand. To her fellow students she would likely seem to herself and locked onto her career, but with the introduction of this mysterious Vis into her life she has now been faced with a problem of knowledge. Can she still only rely on texts to carry her through life? Whether true or not, she has begun to run through her mind the social skills she learned and nearly forgot about in high school.
  Her personality, in a nutshell, is driven to outperform her mother in her own career field of medicine. As long as someone puts up with her awkward encounters, she generally warms up to those few, even revising some of her blunt statements she would normally make. She cannot stand abrasive people, but someone who offers to help in research in something she knows little about she cannot deny their help. Simply put, a thirst for knowledge.
  
  History: Freyja was born to a well-off surgeon single mother and with no mention of her father all during her early teen years as she grew up only occasionally being with her distant mother. When she eventually did speak of him, she always told the story the same way, a career driven woman will live longer than a heartbroken housewife, and that all she needed to know was he was a deadbeat disgrace. Despite her harsh words and being the only parent then, raising Freya was usually tasked to her private tutor and babysitter, who was a strict older gentleman by the name of Ruthers. Ruthers and Freyja would butt heads during her childhood and early teens, but it was a system of respect between them. There was always a balance, and the man filled the role of a parent in a strange way. He would keep in contact with her regularly after she was sent to public high school to learn to have social skills while also being educated. The social results showed she was still socially awkward, but it the experience seems to have emboldened their passion and direction.
  
  From here she enrolled in college and focused on studies in biology, fascinated by the study of life and it's applications to the clinical fields. Soon, on her way through her field in her years of study, she would discover an insatiable interest in diseases and specifically viruses. Where before she studied to get adoration and attention from her career-obsessed mother, she now understood her mother's obsessive state as she now slipped into the same mindset with her own personal studies. With the introduction of magic now, she pursues it to further her own knowledge and newfound capabilities to even surpass her mother's success.
  
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  Freyja had been studying intensely for the third straight day in a row, limiting herself to a total of 5 hours of sleep. Stress and frustration with her personal studies were the reason she pushed herself to this, and amidst this sleep deprived state, she began to notice some faint sort of flowing and see-through colored matter as she flipped the page. She would look up to see various disturbances to her normal sight, motions, and objects glowing faintly like the med student could now perceive another dimension of reality. Light gave off a minute yet unique glow, her noises seemed to emit certain hues of yellow fog, and people passing down below her window seemed to show a tangled mess of misty colors.
  
  Despite her panic, she focused on it, first taking a picture with her phone to ensure it was not some elaborate prank by the more hostile students before she texted Ruthers upon seeing the photo having no signs of what she was witnessing. His response was first of worry, thinking she had turned to drugs to help her deal with stress, but upon hearing her past few days in an offhanded comment he quickly assured her she was having a hallucination from a lack of rest and told her to use her time to catch up on said rest. In all honesty, she began to agree with him, thinking something was amiss here. Once she set herself on it being a hallucination and laid down, the visions then dissipated completely.
  
  It wasn’t until the day after, with a full 15 hours of rest, did she discover it was no one-time deal. Upon focusing and almost wishing for the event to come back, she could once again see the anomaly. From this point forward she would keep her ear to the ground, knowing probability wise if this happened to her, she cannot be alone.... or at least that is what she hoped.
  

 

[SirGrey]

ACCEPTED!

• General and Physical
• First Vis Contact
• Vis Information
• Personal Information

• 
  
  Spoiler: Face Claim

  
  Name- Jamie Michael Miller
  Age- 20
  Major-Law, Minor in English
  Gender- Male
  Height- 6'0"
  Weight- 155
  Eyes- Blue
  Hair- Brown fairly long hair though he doesn't touch his neck. He does comb it.
  Build- Athletic without being too buff, though he clearly takes time for himself.
  Clothing Choices- Wears shirts and jeans a lot of time and sometimes will wear trousers to go with them. Does wear shirts at home. Wears a raincoat when going out if weather needs otherwise go without.
  Other: He is blind so he does have a stick/cane and wear sunglasses almost all of the time.
  
• 
  
  Jamie had just returned to his apartment after handing in an assignment. Like most of his fellow students, he just wants to go home and be glad that it had ended and that he might finally get a good nights sleep. While he was wishful thinking, Jamie, decide to grab some fine college cuisine. Coming back with the ramen and coke that is when it started.
  
  At first, it was just a low level buzzing, something like when you listen to loud music too much, which Jamie could be guilty of from time to time. He had been studying with loud music recently, so Jamie ignored it and tucked into his meal. It didn't stop though. It just got louder. Then louder. Then so loud that Jamie dropped his coke and had to stand up due to the pain that was striking at him. There was an article he once read on how blind people's nerve system gets rewired so their other sense is more effective. Right now he really wished that wasn't true. He fell against the wall, totally knocked off balance and not even able to tell where in the room he was.
  
  While panic and talking to try and calm himself down. He couldn't lose anything else. As it continued to pound at his eardrums, he heard parts of it that sounded like words almost. He couldn't make out most of them, and those he could be just jibberish. It definitely wasn't helping the situation at all. As his panting breath became clearer the eerie deafening noise became silence. Just sitting there and taking it all in for a few minutes, he gets up and steadies himself. Right there he made two choices. He wouldn't tell anyone besides his mom. One she would kick him from heaven to hell if she found out. Two she wouldn't sugar coat things for him like other people would. Second, go to the doctors. He couldn't sit this. Grabbing another coke, his hand shaking slightly, he heard a knock. A concerned neighbour heard all the noise. "It was nothing just clumsy," he said amiably before thanking him and closing the door. He wished that was all it was.
  
  
  
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  Time- 2 days.
  Perception-Sound/Hearing
  Method of Study-Structured Tera
  
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  Personality: Jamie is quite extroverted. This could be chalked down to his condition, with it being something people look at first without really focusing on the man. To combat this he has become very warm and friendly on the outside, always happy to meet people, cracking jokes, and what most people would describe as easy going. Another factor of the man which could be seen as coming from his condition is always pushing himself. He strives for success in his career, education and his personal life. This sort of desire makes him put in hard work and does yield results, but it also means that he can ignore people who need him, though he doesn't mean to. What doesn't help this is the fact that he is a bit hothead, thinking he knows best and wanting to do things on his own/on his own terms. He isn't intentionally mean to his friends, he is quite a supportive sort and is loyal to those he cares for and he will fight for them. Speaking of fighting, Jamie's anger is also a sticking point, as while he has got better at dealing with it, he can still be quite angry when the right buttons are pressed. Mostly hurting people he cares for, people viewing him as worthless due to his condition and people just plain making fun of him for it.
  
  Biography: Jamie was born to a single mother who worked as a physiotherapist, and for the first seven years life was pretty good. Jamie got picked on a bit at school but otherwise not too bad. Then the 'illness set in'. It was something rare and something unpleasant that unfortunate wasn't going to get cured. His family and his friend gave the best support a small scared child could ask for but still it was rough. He still remembers his eyes fading week by week. Still, while there were tears when the blindness set in, he adjusted as anyone does. Brail was a pain but he got it and he was stubborn enough never to want a dog but he managed and eventually thrived.
  
  He did well in school, despite a few bits of bullying which Jamie handled... less than diplomatically. Still, he got excellent grades and goes on to study law. He currently is also on a swim team and goes to the gym regularly and also practices martial arts. He managed to get the all-important scholarship and for once his condition didn't hurt too much in that area. He has been excelling at his law studies, as it is a passion for him. He also enjoys his English studies, takes away a bit from the 'soulless' that law can sometimes bring about. Now Jamie feels like he is getting that success he has strived for.
  
  

 

[jinkx]

ACCEPTED!

FLOSSIE CALLIDAS
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"Hello! It's so wonderful to meet you."

"All about me!"

Name: Florence "Flossie" Callidas
Age: Twenty Two
Gender: Female
Major: Creative Writing

Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Dark, curly. Usually tied back and frequently messy.
Eyes: Dark brown
Build: Curvy
Body Modifications: Earrings
Other: N/A

"Weird magic-y stuff!"

Time: Not yet
Perception: Sight
Method of Study: Structured Lux

"Let me tell you a story!"

Personality: Flossie is very kind individual, who cares deeply for other people and always keeps their best interests at heart. She's only of those people who truly believes that everybody has good in them, deep down; she is very forgiving, even when perhaps she shouldn't be. As well as being kind hearted, she's also very friendly and is eager to make friends with everybody that she meets, regardless of whether they want to. Flossie is also very positive and optimistic, so she's a good person to have around when things start going downhill. Although she is academically bright, she can be very ditzy and lacking in common sense sometimes. It isn't unlikely for her to be the last one to laugh at a joke and sometimes only then after it's been explained. She frequently takes people seriously if they don't clarify they are joking or being sarcastic. Regardless of whether she's capable or not, Flossie always wants to help and will always volunteer to help other people. She is incredibly empathetic and always ready to comfort somebody who is upset or cheer somebody on if they need support. Her major flaw is that she often puts others before herself and will sometimes get emotional if she finds something she can't help or deal with, crying if she gets too stressed or anxious about something. She is often teased lightheartedly for being a crybaby.

History: Born to loving parents and as the youngest sibling of four, Flossie had a very good childhood on most accounts. Although she was frequently teased by her peers, she was mostly a happy child and was content playing with her older siblings rather than other children her age. Unfortunately, although her parents were very loving to her and her siblings, they were mostly unhappy. They had rushed into a marriage when they were young and stuck together for the kids more than anything. There was a stressful few years where they tried to keep the marriage together despite it not really working. Eventually, they divorced when Flossie was twelve. It was very difficult for her. All she wanted was to make them happy again, like they seemed to be before.

Things got harder from there. Flossie struggled with bulimia as a teenager and it meant that her teen years were a very difficult time for her, as she found it difficult to balance schoolwork or go out with friends. Luckily, she managed to pull through high school with decent grades and then took a year out before college to have treatment in a specialised centre. Now, she is a lot more catious around food (she especially doesn't like to eat in front other people) but has a much healthier relationship with it. Her relationship with her parents was a little wobbly but overall managable, especially now that she lives away from them and doesn't have to be ferreted from one house to another every week. Soon, she applied to do creative writing at college. It was the one thing that she really loved to do was tell stories- and she was good at it too. It was what had kept her going through her difficult teen years. She also took up quilting as a new hobby and although she finds a lot of people are surprised by it, it's something that she really enjoys.

First Contact: N/A

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[Yuki no Yue]

ACCEPTED!

Basic Information​

Name: Alexander Blake

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Major: Anthropology, focusing on Folklore

Appearance Information​

Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 116 pounds.

Hair: Black, braided, reaching the waist.

Eyes: Green.

Build: Lean.

Body Modifications: Small earring in the shape of a six-petal flower in his left ear.

Other: White as milk, burn extremely fast, usually wear overly large clothes. On the other hand, he can't stand heat. Summers are torture for him. Kind of androgynous.

Vis Information​

Time: 2 days and 21 hours

Perception: Sight

Method of Study: Structured Aer

Personal Information​

Personality: He's not antisocial. He's not. He's just really, really awkward. Never knows how to interact with others, always feeling like he is doing or saying something wrong or breaking some unsaid rules. unless you are talking about something he is interested in it. Then he start talking and doesn't stop, working himself into a monologue, unless someone stop him before. Or he realizes what he is doing and stop himself. He his kind of self-deprecating.

Loves reading, with all his heart, right from when he started, when he was five. This goes along with his love for magic and, when as a child, discovered that magic didn't exist anymore was heartbroken for... well, he never stopped being heartbroken. The pain lessened, but his dreams simply didn't stop. He is simply too caught up into his dreams. Baking desserts help. Eating them help more.

Doesn't like confrontation and physical violence, mostly using his words against someone, intentionally aiming for emotional weak point, to inflict the maximum damage possible. He restrict himself to words because he knows that he could become violent, even if he have all the muscles of a twig. He still desires power, enough of it to not be afraid of anyone.

History: Born into a normal - inasmuch anyone can be considered normal nowadays - family, Alexander only lived two years of fragile peace, before hi brothers were born. One two years and the other three years younger than him. Sadly, he took from his mother side, the.. ah... "differently tall" side of the family. His brothers did not. Yet, he didn't mind it. Much.

Grew in a middle class family, in a "diverse" neighbourhood, without any particular prejudices being pushed on him by his family - close or extended - beyond the small ways one can be while not thinking. He never really wanted for something that, with a bit of patience, couldn't get, nor he got really hurt by something so deeply to have scarred him in the very soul.

There was nothing exceptional in his childhood - except for the Pie Debacle when he was eight, never to be spoken again - at least until he reached high school, where he discovered his own inclination, inclination that, should they come to light, would have made him a target instantly. After all, people are still people, even in this day and age, and teenagers, especially, are more so. So being gay wasn't, exactly, a good thing. His family wasn't against it - except for the same thing that almost everyone says "it's just a phase, are you sure, have you tried not to" and so on - and, in the end, they accepted him. In the end.

He never had a boyfriend, he had some real friend - that went to different colleges - he can cook, clean and make his laundry. He his completely normal. He have some problem with his parents and his brothers, but who doesn't? Still, college was supposed to be this big thing, the way to find what he really wants to do, for all his uncertainty in his future. And then... magic.

First Contact: Probably the most boring first contact ever: he was on the phone. With his brother, having a civil conversation. If refraining from screaming because of his roommate was what civil was. Then he started seeing strange strings of lights, connecting everything and anything, it was... jarring, to be honest. Still, it was fascinating enough to close the call with only a bland goodbye.

He followed the strings up to the roof of the college, noticing how his very own movement caused new lights to sprout forth and disappear, apparently tied by how he moved. Then he saw the clouds overhead and how different they could be from each other: some were yellow, some blue, some pale like air , some seemed snads and so much more.

He spent hours just watching them, thinking about them and healing that old wound that never scarred over. He never expected the college to give him the magic he always sought, he always felt a bit of homesickness. But now... well, now was a different story. He simply couldn't wait to try everything.

 

[June Verles]

ACCEPTED!

Name: Constantine Jonathan
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Major: History Major with a minor in mythology
Appearance Information
Height: 6'4
Weight: 75
Hair: Relatively long light brown hair.
Eyes: Dark brown
Build: Ectomorphic with lanky legs
Vis Information
Time: 45 hours and 19 minutes give or take.
Perception: Smell
Method of Study: Specific Metallum
Personal Information
Personality:
Constantine is a very... simple minded individual, that is due to many reasons, the main one being the fact that he has trouble focusing on more than one thing at a time and the fact. The second factor being the fact that whenever he decides to do something he will do likely do it over everything else and skip on other just as important things, such as sleep... or eating. And even with his tunnel vision whenever he tackles a situation he will be surprisingly patient and take his time. His personality quirk allows him to be able to deal with tasks with amazing speed and accuracy but it also gives him his biggest fault. When he's focusing on something it's rather hard for him to be able to converse with people unless that is the subject he is tackling. Luckily he has realized this and he makes sure to answer with his already premade social responses if he someone begins to bother him and with a bit of luck it will work.

History:
Constantine is a foreign exchange student from the United Kingdom, he is the son of an English man and a Romanian woman where his name comes from. His father is a plane pilot while his mother is a flight attendant, which resulted in him spending most of his early life either with paternal grandparents during the school year or with his maternal grandparents during holidays. You could imagine that not having his parents around in his early days may have influenced him which it did at first but as he grew up he learned to understand their decisions and he couldn't hate his own blood just because they have to work. Spending all that time together with his grandparents wasn't a bad experience for him anyway, he got told a lot of stories that instigated his constant search for more.

The first story he can remember being told was by his Romanian grandma, a story about two brothers who found two treasures. One got punished for his greed opening the fancier chest and the other got rewarded for opening the more modest chest. A good story, but what intrigued young Constantine was the fact that he was told by his English grandparents a story that wasn't exactly the same but it had the same conclusion, being modest otherwise you may be punished for your greed. Those similarities began his fascination with comprehending more about the past and the reason for the existence of these stories which carries with him to this day.

Otherwise, he spent all of his life to this normally as any other would, and after he finished the sixth form he was suggested to go new york in order to expand his horizons where he is now.

First Contact:
It was early in the morning, at 2:30 am specifically, again give or take considering Constantine was up only due to sheer will of determination doing research on the epic of Gilgamesh. He didn't have any assignments or anything of the sort, he just wanted to finish it but considering the fact he just started reading it his aspirations might be difficult to achieve. And so after finishing reading a final paragraph he closes the book and slams his head on his desk in defeat. He stood like that for a few seconds, feeling as he was being pulled into the realm of dreams by whatever god you believe does that until he hears a ding coming from his doorbell.

He sighs as he gets up and opens up the door to see a delivery man holding a packet waiting and fidgetting in front of the door. He opens the door greeting the delivery man; "What in the name of fuck could you be possibly delivering to me this early in the morning". The delivery man shrugs and gives him the packet after which he promptly leaves. Constantine slams the door after him and after ripping the package open with his hands he sees a book with a note on it saying. "Don't die out there - From Mom" a smile appears on his face, as his tiredness gets dispelled by the prospect of smelling a freshly unpackaged book. A smell he wanted to experience so badly he ripped the plastic cover and opened the book but it was weird, along with the great smell of a freshly open book he also smelt another faint fragrance. That weirded him out, he decided that he would research further as he begun smelling other books in his apartment but they didn't give the same fragrance.

He was about to give up as he picked up the last book next to his window plant and he smelled the fragrance again, but it wasn't the book he then realized it was the plant. From that point on he decided to sacrifice his sleep in the name of science so he can further research this phenomenon.​

 

[FrostFire]

ACCEPTED!

Spoiler: More Images

Face claim: Madeline Juno

Basic Information
Name: Elena McIntosh
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nationality: British, Scottish
Major: Biology, minoring in Botany

Appearance Information
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 55kg
Hair: Platinum blonde, almost white
Eyes: Dark grey
Build: Relatively thin, strong legs from walking and cycling.
Body Modifications: (Ignore the lion) A coloured tattoo on her thigh of a sitting red fox, surrounded by foxglove and ivy wrapping above, up to her hip, and below, down to her knee; another coloured tattoo of a pair of ivy tendrils wrapping around both of her wrists three times each; a tongue piercing and a belly button piercing.
Other: Her accent is 'posh' British, with a slight but noticeable Scottish lilt which gets stronger if she's upset, angry, excited or feeling strong emotion.

Vis Information
Time: One day
Perception: Sight
Method of Study: Specific - Herba (Flora)

Personal Information
Personality:
Elena is polite and well spoken, with a quiet, soft voice, which carries an air of confidence and authority - holding the ability to be heard clearly even in a loud room without raising her voice. Elena holds herself with a confident, yet discreet, regality - although she's usually quite informal, relaxed and calm even in hectic environments, with a fair bit of patience too, she's not easily riled up. She has a good sense of humour and enjoys sarcasm - she isn't easily offended or phased, and can be relatively difficult to surprise. She's observant, realistic, practical and logical - usually the voice of reason in her group, however she does have a creative spark which surfaces occasionally if the situation calls for it and she's motivated - especially if it's something she's passionate about - as she has endless amounts of enthusiasm for her passions, and can talk or work for hours if she's interested in the topic.
Elena is fiercely loyal to those she trusts, however this trust is hard earned. She's quietly sociable, enjoying making new friends and connections but also values alone time to relax and study, although the addition of another person to this time is welcome, if she enjoys their company. Elena makes an effort to be fair and kind - even to people who are rude or she might dislike, but this endeavour isn't always successful, because she can be very upfront and bluntly honest - speaking the truth even if it might hurt, and would prefer to tell someone straight rather than skirt around a topic.
Elena loves the outdoors, and will spend any time she can in nature, walking and cycling or relaxing along or with friends.

History:
Elena was born in Aberdeen, Scotland to a relatively wealthy family who obtained their wealth from the North Sea oil, and before that from Scotland's reputable engineering prowess. Both of Elena's parents were born into moderate wealth themselves thanks to this, her father following in his father's footsteps and working as a geologist for wealthy oil companies, her mother had been a representative for such a company before she met Athena's father and retired to have their daughter (she now works at Aberdeen University in administration).

An only child, Elena's parents wanted only the best for their daughter, getting her the best tutors available in Aberdeen while she was young - and once she became old enough she was sent away to boarding school in the English countryside - to give her what her parents believed were the best opportunities.
She coasted though boarding school with good, but not excellent grades, preferring to spend time outside in nature walking, cycling or just relaxing with friends. Noticing this preference, her teachers gave her more lessons in biology - a subject that she began to excel at with work.
Working harder at her studies as she grew older, her grades improved slightly, and although she certainly wasn't Cambridge material like her friends, she managed to secure a fair few offers from good universities, Edinburgh being one of them.
However, much to the surprise of everyone, she chose to attend Fairview college in New York, those who knew her were especially surprised because of the location of the college and lack of greenery.
Despite being distant to their daughter, Elena's parents decided to support her choice, and chipped into their savings to get their daughter to America - giving her enough money to make sure she didn't need to get a job, and could focus on her studies.

Spoiler: [B]First Contact[/B]

Elena sat on a bench under one of the few trees on the campus, a textbook from her further reading list in hand. She had already read it, of course, but she found it helpful to read book multiple times to ensure she absorbed as much as possible.
Students walked past her, paying her no mind as she sat serenely under the maple tree - which to her was an oasis in a concrete desert. When she had more time, she would travel to New York's parks, but that day she had been to a lecture in the morning and intended to finish an essay in the evening, so she didn't quite have time to go to a park.
As she was reading, the words on the page began to blur, and the more she tried to concentrate, the more her eyes clouded over. Shaking her head she closed the book and squeezed her eyes shut. As she did a sharp pain shot through her head, and she instinctively put her hands up to the ache. "Ugh.", she put the book down on the seat next to her, only half on the seat it fell off onto the floor.
"Shit!", she opened her eyes and reached for the book, fumbling with it for a second before lifting it to the seat beside her.
The feet that appeared next to her made her jump, and she quickly looked up, wincing as pain shot through her head again. "Are you alright?", the guy standing in front of her asked, a concerned expression on his face. "Yes, thank you. I'm fine, just a migraine. It will pass, I'm sure.", he nodded, and lingered a moment before turning and walking away.
Elena stared after him, not because he was good looking (he was middle aged), but because he was... Glowing? No, he wasn't glowing, we was walking through a... What she could only describe as softly glowing, misty lights. They looked like the will-o'-the-wisps her mother used to describe to her, and swallowing the pain she looked around and saw few different colours. Looking up, she was the wisps, green wisps, floating up there in amongst the branches.
They were beautiful- but just as she was admiring them, a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over her, and she slumped down, gripping the chair as white blotches swam across her vision. She was close to fainting, but she managed to stay conscious.
After a minute or two of controlled breathing, she felt better. She didn't want to look up from the floor - was what she had seen just an illusion? She looked up, the lights were still there.
And the gravity of what she was seeing, and what it meant, began to set in.

 

[Roxasarass]

ACCEPTED!

// Dominic 'Dom' Vann //

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• Basic Information
• Personal Information
• Vis Information

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  \\ Basic Information \\
  Name: Dominic 'Dom' Vann.
  Age: 20.
  Gender: Male.
  Major: English.
  
  \\ Appearance Information \\
  Height: 6 feet 1.
  Weight: 164lbs.
  Hair: Black.
  Eyes: Dark brown.
  Build: Lean & Non-muscular.
  Body Modifications: 4 ear piercings on his left ear.
  Other:
  Spoiler: Gallery

  
  
  
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  \\ Personal Information \\
  Personality:
  Dominic is a friendly yet shy and awkward guy, capable of holding his own in a conversation and happy to talk though often finding himself stumbling in his own words. Sometimes stuttering. Though once finding the right topics to talk to with about, he can go on and on, just rambling about it like there was no tomorrow. Often called a 'huge nerd' as he's a huge fanatic when it comes to subjects like music, mythology, movies, books or anime/cartoons which he practically obsesses over. Just like your typical nerd. When it comes to his essays and work however, he isn't a fan of that. He's the type to do his work and be one of the first people to submit it even if it's half-assed or seeming rushed, deeming it to just be 'enough' and never analyzing any further to check whether or not it's good or bad, then to laze and just relax or do something he finds enjoyable. It's a far contrast to the writings he's serious about.
  
  In spite of his half-assedness when it comes to actual work, Dominic is a person who you can always rely on to give you advice. Even if he doesn't follow it himself. Which makes him a little hypocritical, though it's hard to argue that he isn't wise. His sense of humor is often incredibly dry, or self-deprecating in some aspect. He's not very confident in himself or his work, and that shows with his jokes, or his lack of seriousness and self-confidence(obviously). It makes him never satisfied with whatever work he is actually serious about. He's not a very prideful individual. In threatening situations that involve fighting or anything dangerous, Dominic is a coward and the first instinct he has is almost always to just run away. He's easily startled and scared, he doesn't like the dark or deafening silences. It always leaves him feeling uneasy.
  
  History:
  The only child in a family of three, born and raised in the Bronx to a Liam and Erica Vann. They lived in a quaint middle class home, where Dominic would usually spend time with his family. At school, his group of friends was usually tiny and mainly consisted of a few friends he had. He usually spent his time at home with his parents who tried their best to raise him, sometimes it would just be him and his father as his mother was a doctor who was very hard-working while his dad was a simple mailman. Despite that, they always made time for him. They would often watch shows and movies, spending quality family time together. They'd often read him bedtime stories too. They were a happy family. Since he was a child, Dominic always had a fondness for reading. At home, he'd usually be found with his stuck in a book of any genre, though his particular favorites were old history books or modern fantasy settings. When he was younger, he would often sit alongside his parents when he read and ask questions about certain words that he didn't understand.
  
  Soon as he grew older, he found himself even more drawn to books to the point that he started to write in his spare time. Starting with short stories and soon finding himself engaged even further to making the transition to trying to write his own book in his spare time, though often either got lazy and dropped them or forgot about it. Eventually as he grew older, he got more interested in pop culture and found a new hobby in games and entered multiple fandoms. At the time, he was still writing short stories and incomplete books, so he figured he could transition over to making fanfiction and stories of his own online on fanfiction sites. Writing was his passion.
  
  Wanting to pursue writing even further, he decided that it'd be good for him to get a higher education for it. He did well enough in school, so what was going to stop him from achieving his dream?
  
  After getting accepted into college, nowadays, Dominic tries his best to live alone and take care of himself. Trying to find the perfect balance between working at a local cafe as a barista and his education as well as his own private and social life.
  
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  \\ Vis Information \\
  Time: They've been able to perceive Vis for about 3 days now.
  Perception: The sense they perceive Vis through is hearing.
  Method of Study: Structured Lux.
  
  First Contact:
  Shrouded in darkness underneath his sheets, the light glow emitted from a phone screen was all that illuminated the tiny little space underneath the sheets as dull, tired brown eyes, though they might as well be black under such little light, stared at the small screen in his hands as his thumb scrolled through the phone. Just looking for something that looked even a little bit entertaining to pass the time with even if he should be sleeping at the late hours of the night. Whatever assignments and papers he'd been given were all finished, so it's not like he had much to do to occupy himself nor a reason to stay up late when he could be peacefully sleeping away and dreaming about something as mundane as his own life or maybe running through an obscure land following lights. The room was about as silent as a mouse, aside from the occasional rustling of sheets, his sound of his own breathing, the tick-tock of the alarm clock and the light taps of his fingers on a screen.
  
  After a minute or two, he'd decided he should stop and tucked his phone away somewhere to get a good night's sleep.
  
  Only he couldn't.
  
  It was so eerily quiet he couldn't sleep. Silence engulfed the room just like the darkness did, pitch black and so silent you could hear a pin drop from across the room. A combination that just made him feel uncomfortable. There was no sound of an alarm clock. Not even a tick or a tock was heard. Nor the slight rustling of fabric rubbing against each other as he shifted in his bed trying to find a better position that might help. It didn't feel right. Maybe he's just so sleepy that he chose to ignore such sounds, maybe that was the case. Though he felt like he was wide awake at that moment. It just didn't click right with him. Nevertheless, he continued to try sleeping for a few moments before deciding it was futile.
  
  This silence was unbearable. The darkness only made him feel even more uneasy than he already has.
  
  Background noises helped him sleep and without anything to hear, it was just excruciatingly hard. Perhaps spending a bit more time playing around on whatever games he had on his phone would help make him feel more tired and then he'd be able to finally sleep. Reaching out for his phone, he turned it on.
  
  Tick. Tock. Tick .Tock.
  
  There was the sound of his alarm clock again. And the quiet but noticeable enough sound of his nostrils taking in air. The slight rustle the sheets made was back. It wasn't quiet anymore. Maybe he's just tired right now and his mind's playing with him. Turning it off again, he was about to place it back to where it was before when he noticed that there wasn't as much as a single 'tick' or a 'tock' anymore. It was about as quiet as it was before. Turning his phone on again, there was a tiny zap that accompanied it as the screen flashed bright this time. He raised a brow, though shrugged it off. Sound was back again, albeit now that he was listening carefully for a reason why, he'd noticed that the tick tocks were slightly muffled. Turning off his phone again, another tiny zap, it was nothing but pure silence again. It was like the absence of light made everything quieter. Like it was muffling the world around him.
  
  Nothing seemed to be out of order, which was strange. Everything was as it was supposed to be. Perhaps sleeping with the lights on was better? Or at least with something like a night light, though he didn't have any of those in the room. Using the light of his phone, another zap and another slightly louder one as he used the flashlight on it, getting off his bed and checking the alarm clock, it was working. Nothing wrong at all. Heading for the light switch, the lights flickered on.
  
  Zap!
  
  "Oh, shit- what the-?" A much louder zap was heard as the lights flickered on, which startled him. A light hum came too as the room was filled with light. What in the fuck was going on? The alarm clock was as clear sounding as ever, like it should be. Turning off the lights, another loud zap akin to the sound of taser being fired off was heard. Switching it on again, another one. A few seconds pass and another zap, albeit quieter. Like he was hearing electric currents pass through the wires and whatever in the walls to the lights. What in the hell was actually going on here? Was he... was he dreaming? Was he just dreaming? Was that it? Was that the the case here? That definitely seemed to be the case here. He's just asleep right now, dreaming about... whatever this is. Yeah, that was probably it. He should just go to sleep here and wake up.
  
  With eyes closed, he stayed up the night struggling to sleep.