Fantasy Solatium Academy ((Now Accepting))

[Elara]

†Solatium Academy†
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Located deep in the Forest of Zyre, shrouded by the shadows, stands Solatium Academy, the most prestigious and well kept schools for the supernatural, preternatural, and anything out of the ordinary. 
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No one knows quite when the school was founded, but the flow of students, teachers, and headmasters continues without interruption. 
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The Academy holds an Elementary, Junior-high, High, and college within it's walls
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The Academy was created to teach the unnatural about their powers, how to use them, when to use them, and several other electives to teach about the history of the unnatural.
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During the school year, students are not allowed to leave, unless granted permission from the headmaster or during holidays. Dorms have been set up with normal accommodations. There are three-four students per dorm, which are separated by levels of power. There is limited access, so apply while you can. The Headmaster will place you in your correct Tier and pair you with your other roommates.
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Good luck, and thank you for applying. I wish you a good year and will see you around.
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~Headmaster Younin
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†Room List†
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Tier 1: 
Room 1: Karl (@randomweegee), Soran (@Blitzer), Oliver (@Slothtastic)
Room 2: Threlm (@Saruwatari Tomohisa), Medved (@ZappiestAbyss)
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Room 3:
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Tier 2: 
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Room 1: Tecomaria (@Vranea), Miranda (@Mollisol), Yuki (@Fazy)
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Room 2:Dylan (@DylanDaDeer) , Bailey (@LilacDreams), Caine (@NeoClassical), Astek (@Kenpachi Zaraki)
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Tier 3:
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Room 1:Katarina (@Elara), Aleksander (@DarkSlayer), Andreas (@Esther_Silvers)
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†Teachers†
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Spells and Potions: Professor Celestia (@Elara)
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Health and Physical Education: Professor Lucian (@Lord Anubis)
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Supernatural History: Professor Chauncey (@HumanArentReal)
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Magic Practice: Professor Averneth (@Aio)
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†Lore†
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Summoners: Human beings who come from a long line of those who are able to summon and control a certain element or composition. These families go back for generations, to the point where some history is lost. A great legend tells that all Summoners can be traced back to the Original Summoner, the one who first "discovered" the magic in the world and bent it to his will. He was master over all elements, all compositions, and was subsequently became the most powerful human in existence, and for his many children who wished to learn, he created schools for each element, for each composition, one for each child. However, bringing all schools of learning together in one place caused a large unbalance in the world, and the result was the First Cataclysm. A magical event so large that it shrouded the material in magical fallout for years before the descendants of those children, all in different areas of the material plane, put the world back into balance. While the First Cataclysm did occur, it is widely accepted that there was no Original Summoner. Only a man who discovered he could bend an element, or multiple, to his will and became stricken with greed for ALL. This is where the first rule of Summoning comes from: Nothing, but for the greed of man, is infinite.
Sadly, this wouldn't be the only time greed for more power has caused such a seismic magical event. Generations later, a summoner whose family could summon the light of the Sun-and were called the Sun Summoners because of it-yearned for more and more power. She did not try and master numerous elements, however. She only wanted to strengthen her own, and to do this, she and the members of her family ambitious enough hunted for some of the oldest and magical creatures on the Material Plane, created by the First Cataclysm. The creatures they actually found and slayed being the White Stag, the Sea Serpent, and the Fire Hawk. The antlers of the White Stag was made into a choker while the scales and the bones of the Sea Serpent and Fire Hawk were made into fetters. They were the first Amplifiers to be made, accessories made from magical creatures that could bolster any sort of magic users power. When the three were brought together and the foolish summoner used her power, it was too much for her to handle, and it caused an explosive reaction, killing her and those with her as well as bringing about the Second Cataclysm. The choker and fetters were lost and the explosion that lit up the sky caused the material plane to be bathed in blinding light until nine generations had passed. Then, the light faded. Historians believe it was because the original Amplifiers were destroyed or ran out of power.
One more cataclysm took place. Eight generations prior to current day, a Summoner known as the Dark Heretic arose. He was by far one of the strongest the Material Plane and the Void had ever seen. With a mere gesture, this summoner could slice men in half with what could only be described as tendrils of darkness. The Dark Heretic became obsessed with the story of the Original Summoner and the First Rule, believing that all men were all things. He believed that a person, Summoner or not, could learn not only to summon multiple elements, but ALL elements and compositions. Though there are no records of his experiments or methods, all knew the result of his obsession and his greed. The Great Cataclysm. One to trump all others that come before it. He must have combined some element with another, as when it ultimately failed, the repercussions can still be found today. Darkness spread and crawled over the material plane, leaving only death in its wake and were it not for the sensible members of the Sun Summoners, it would have engulfed the entirety of the plane. Now, the Darkness of the Heretic have pulled back, but they have collected in a single line like a jagged cut across what once was the Ruvikan Great Lake, now known as the Ruvikan Unsea-or as Ruvikans call it: The Black Scar.
 
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CS and Entries
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[Elara]

"And welcome to Solatium Academy, students. Let us make this another great year, good luck,"
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With that, Professor Younin bowed with a smile to the audience composed of some of the most dangerous beings in the entire universe. They didn't know it yet, of course, but they would all soon find their true selves, and just what powers they hold.
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He sighed as he stepped off stage, whispering and looking at the teachers before him before smiling again. 
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"Good luck to you, as well. You'll need it. Be understanding, these children have yet to be at their full potential. Remember, if all goes wrong, you immediately tell me. There have been a few students far too powerful for us to handle on our own."
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Katarina scoffed and looked at the other students around her. It wasn't hard for her to realize she wasn't going to be making many friends, if any at all, and she wasn't exactly worried about that either. 
"Good Gods, I hope my roommate isn't too bad," she thought to herself as she made her way out of the group and over to where the students picked up the keys to their dorm rooms and check their names off a list so they could be shuffled into classes.
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Most students seemed to move away from her as she stepped to the front, taking the key and smiling at the assistant.
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She was such a beautiful girl, more so in the way of mysterious wonder than pure beauty itself. She winked at the Professors as she walked by.
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[Blitzer]

Soran sighed slowly. His father had convinced him to come to this school to learn how to reach his limits. His father was so far different compared to him. His father even had physic abilities with his physical enhancement. Soran was tired of his father bragging about his skill and doing all kind of amazing things. Well here he could learn how to raise his abilities. He pulled his massive bag onto his shoulder, one his dad's training methods. It was massive and weighed so much even with his ehanced strength, he could barely manage it. Not to mention, his quarter staff that was enchanted. It was quite a heavy thing with light runes running down the side of it. He sighed and started heading to his room hiding his blushes from some of the extremely revealing outfits. His parents had kept him out of the city even though his father was some sort of important elite in the army. He finally managed to make it to his room and opened the door. 

 

[idalie]

PROFESSOR LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
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Lazarus glanced over the crowd of various characters, all a raucous youth, breaking out into chatter as the headmaster finished his welcoming speech. Some still half asleep, and desperately clinging to distant dreams, eyes low-lidded and drowsy. The familiar scent of polished floors saturated the air of the hall, pungent and entirely reminiscent of his own childhood lodgings of large libraries coated in sheets of dust and that very same varnish which made the ancient oak floors a slip hazard for anyone wearing cotton socks, absorbed in a world of words. 
Nodding in agreement toward Younin's comment, the history professor gave a slight smile. "I'm sure I can handle it. Children are children after all." Folding his hands behind his back, Chauncey proceeded to observe the bustle of the crowd dying down, as students collected their keys and made their way towards familiar faces. Of course, he noticed the wink of a girl walking by, seeming to be quite taken aback. Exercising his somewhat disdain for behaviour, by returning the cocky behaviour with a hard stare. Not taking much nonsense in his stride, especially from something which spelt trouble in large letters.
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Dressed forever as if he'd strolled out a history book itself, Lazarus was clad in his usual ensemble. Thick, navy blue military coat; cotton tunic; trousers and knee-length boots. Pocket watch nestled within the inner jacket pockets, with a masonic ring decorating his right hand. Yet it was hard, for such an open man to be accused of secrets - even if he brimmed with a million. Brown hair, usually brushing his shoulders, was pulled up in a leather tether, letting strands fall to frame a sharp, fox-like face. Two bright, inquisitive blue orbs peering beneath an expressive brow.
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Eventually, he turned to his fellow teachers. The ones he too, would have to put up with. Considering the teachers too, lived at the school during term, it was always good to make a first impression. Or much like his own school years, hide in library beneath a pile of books. He'd fought in battles, spoken with great leaders, killed men - but these situations caused a certain amount of nervousness. Instead of being thrown in together and hoping that the man who stole your socks would get blown to smithereens, you had to actually get along. Fondly reminded of his fellow professors in Oxford (however those memories were also outdated by a few centuries unfortunately), Lazarus sighed. "Ah, well. New term. Should be interesting." His remark was directed, widely at the other mentors standing beside the stage, attempting to make some sort of conversation.
 
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@Elara
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@Aio
 
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[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


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Mentioned: @Elara @Blitzer


Miranda was still a wisp when the headmaster was talking. She was looking around with invisible eyes, looking for a suitable target to spook. A few people stood out. Not the professors - she wasn't about to start off on the wrong foot with them. That left two people who probably weren't humans, but looked like it. A boy younger than her with a scar down his neck - well, he looked younger than her, and she was probably one of the oldest students here. But the person who really caught her eye was the girl with long, dark hair and a garish costume that made Miranda's wisp-nose wrinkle. That girl reminded Miranda of someone from when she was still alive - she moved like she was very absorbed in her beauty, and was speaking to herself for some reason.


The blur-girl made her way to the table where keys were being handed out, not just to pick up her own and get her roommate assignment, but to watch this girl and see how to give her a good scare. She couldn't take too much time - even a mostly-invisible JPEG artifact on the face of reality could be noticed if it'd been following you a while, although it'd probably be written off as a floater - but that wouldn't be a problem. Miranda hoped this girl was as arrogant and stuck-up as she was stereotyping her to be, so it'd be extra-satisfying to whisper in her brain or poltergeist it up. The irony of the fact that she was the one following someone around to scare (well, prank) them was lost on her.


She could party with her roommate or look for flowers later. It was haunting time.

 

[Aio]

Professor Minerva Averneth
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Minerva watched as the headmaster gave his yearly speech, looking ahead to watch her potential students talk amongst themselves. She was always amused when students talked as if others could not hear, it truly baffled her. Placing her hands together as she began to clap as the headmaster walked away from the podium, signaling the end of his speech. Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sights and smells, each academy having it's own little twist. 
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Her eyes returned to the headmaster as she listened to him speak. Indeed most children came with their own challenges, but to add magical abilities and what not's, that was a struggle all on it's own. Minerva watched to other teacher's reactions, the people before her she was forced to see till the end of the school year. Minerva was by far the newest staff member, only starting her second year at the academy but none the less she felt she had proven and established herself among them. It could be argued that Minerva herself was still learning the ropes of her magic, seeing her age was young in the magical world but Minerva never put a lot of thought into it. Her past combined with her education made her feel as if she was more than qualified for the job.
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Minerva smoothed her skirt with the palm of her hands as she sighed, catching herself in the reflection of a mirror across the room. She always leaned towards the more form fitting clothing, wearing a black dress, that was perhaps a bit too low cut for someone of her standing, though Minerva believed by placing an ill-fitting blazer over her outfit it perhaps would distract from the obvious cleavage. A hand going up to her chaotic curly red hair, tousling it before letting the hand fall back to her side.
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 She nodded as the headmaster finished, looking over at Professor Chauncy as she shrugged. "Having a group of angsty teens confined to a building is one thing but then adding the supernatural to the mix it would almost be unnatural if something did not happen by the end of the year." As she finished speaking she unintentionally locked eyes with one of the passing students, only to watch the girl wink at the group of Professors before walking away. When the girl walked away she was reminded that she needed a smoke break, patting the pocket of her blazer as she sighed. The year was already beginning to feel as if it would never end.
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@Elara @HumansArentReal
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[idalie]

PROFESSOR LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
Shrugging towards his redheaded companion, Chauncey offered a weary smile. "I have hope, that no one summons some kind of otherworldly being that could threaten existence and decimate the world as we currently know it. Either that or someone gets set aflame again. Ah, ye with little faith." Lazarus, peered inside his jacket to withdraw the engraved pocket watch, glancing at the clock hands till snapping it shut again in quick succession. "I'm quite looking forward to it. The bickering, incessant attempts to make badly formulated jokes about sex whenever someone mentions the word 'penetrate', and the delightful scowls they offer when you set them an essay. It makes me see why I became a teacher. I feel such a sense of gratitude and respect." Each word was dripping with sarcasm as he listed his so-called 'favourite' situations he'd encountered, year after year.  

Twisting himself to face the Professor, Lazarus then sought to recall a name. Not that such stunning features would be forgotten, yet a shadow flitted over his expression. "You must be Professor Averneth? My apologies for the bad recollection. You see, I took the last year out on leave. Visited Africa on a trip to explore the culture and heritage of Voodoo and Shamanism. On the other hand, I never knew sunburn could cause as much pain as it did. But back to the point, wonderful to make your acquaintance for the second time. I don't believe we talked much in the first year, I find myself trapped in a permanent hell of the history department. I do suppose they have a library, though." Extending a hand to shake, he inclined his head with an air of etiquette.
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@Aio
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[Elara]

Katarina 
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slowly slid her key into the lock of her dorm, twisting the door open, halfway expecting some dunce to be sitting on one of the three beds. This was the only tier that allowed both genders to occupy a room, considering there was only one. More than three of these powerful creatures would surely cause some kind of trouble. 
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She glanced around the undecorated room. It wasn't all too bad. Three beds, a nice bathroom, a comfortable color adorning the walls. She sighed in relief as she fell against the mattress of her bed, still not made up with her sheets yet. She didn't seem to mind, just exhausted from the journey. 
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With a flick of her finger, one of her bags nearby zipped open and her book slowly floated over to her. She sat up, flipping the pages as she began to unpack her things, her book following her around the room.
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Despite her arrogant nature and her rank, she wasn't one to start anything. She was rather calm, only angered by certain things, but quick with her mouth.
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[Aio]

Professor Minerva Averneth
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Minerva listened to her colleague, smiling at his words, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "One can only dream." She said in response to his words, her eyes watching as most of the students filed out of the auditorium, going in search of the rooms and roommates they'd be paired with for the remainder of the year. Her eyes scanned the man's face as she attempted to put a name with a face, as he had done with her's. Listening to his expeditions Minerva concluded that the man before her was, in fact, Lazarus Chauncey.  A man spoke of often in the teacher's lounge, whether or not it was good or bad conversation Minerva was unsure seeing most faculty tended to stay away from her ever since the rumor of her performing dark magic.
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Seeing he was actually speaking to her it was apparent the group of teacher's hadn't gotten to him yet about their whole plan of ignoring her. She assumed it was still continuing on from last year, though ignore or not it did not matter much to Minerva. She had already graduated an academy, leaving behind the childish antics, but not much could be said with her colleagues. "No worries. I wouldn't expect you to know." Minerva said as she took his hand in hers, shaking it once before she released his hand. "I'm sure with all that traveling you wouldn't have time to remember a first-year teacher." She joked, smiling at his words. "Aren't we all. It seems I was never able to get to know this academy as well as I liked to, due to the copious amount of paperwork that seemed to find it's way onto my desk." Thinking about her classroom, she reminded herself that she had yet to decided to hold the first day of class in actual classroom or gym, still deciding what she wished to achieve on the first day back.
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[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


Interactions: @Elara


Miranda had been sure to be quiet as she followed the girl up to her room. She was kind of incredulous that she hadn't been spotted - or maybe she had and this girl was great at concealing her emotions. Maybe that was one of her powers! Of course, Miranda would be happy as long as she elicited some sort of reaction - a scream, a giggle, "ha, I knew you were following me", an outburst of anger and whatever offensive power she had.


The ghost thought of the small amount of tools in her box as she came in after the girl, who started to unpack her things. Miranda was sure she was breaking the rules (the Tier 3 dorms? Some professor would probably say it was dangerous), so she decided that to minimize her chances of getting expelled on the first day, she'd do something small and harmless. Cheesy, even.


She mentally reached out to poke the other girl's mind. Miranda herself wasn't moving or speaking, so all the girl would hear was a female voice saying "Boo."

 

[Elara]

Katarina 
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didn't even hesitate, her hand slowly moved up, a dark, ethereal dagger aimed right at where she was standing. 
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"I'd advise you not play your pranks on me, girl," she spoke without even opening her mouth, her head slowly turned, her eyes glowing faintly.
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The dagger disappeared and she continued to unpack her belongings. 
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She shrugged, casually starting a conversation. 
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"What are you? Ghost? Ghoul?"
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[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


Interactions: @Elara


((OOC: I thought Katarina's powers were conjuring. Miranda can't facilitate two-way telepathic conversation (yet), so is she conjuring a voice, or what exactly is going on?))


Well. Miranda had been prepared for hostility, but the dagger bugged her less than the condescension. She'd get hers one day, she supposed. "Ghost," she said plainly, with her mouth, but not taking on her human form. If this girl was also a telepath, who knew if she could already see through her? "How about you?"

 

[Vranea]

Tecomaria
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Tecomaria smiled up at the Headmaster as he gave his speech. While it was a little difficult to focus with gentle whispers of the surrounding tree spirits wishing the students luck, but she managed. She loved the fact the school was close by the forest, and the calming voice of nature would never be far. She was sure she would make many good friends over the course of the year, and grow in her understanding of her powers. With any bit of luck she may even finally be able to shapeshift into a bear, or a boar two forms that gave her a lot of difficulty. Once the speech was over she made her way to her dorm to get settled in. She hoped her roommate was an alright person.

 

[Elara]

((Conjurers can conjure voices, so to speak. 

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Katarina
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Kat smirked.
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"Thought so. I'm a conjurer, dark type. My name is Katarina, Kat, whatever you want to call me, y'anno. I'm not too picky, with that at least," her actual voice was much softer, not so overpowering like before. 
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"So I'm guessing you're a prankster?"
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She chuckled softly, raising her eyebrow.
"Just know, I'm can't see you, I can sense you."
There was something about this girl that she liked. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. 
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[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


Interactions: @Elara


((OOC: Okay, thanks for clarifying!  ))


"I like Katarina," Miranda said. "It rolls off the tongue nicely. And I am a prankster," she replied. Katarina seemed to be warming up to her. Maybe this visit would bear more fruit than she thought. "I enjoy scaring the living. It's just the easiest thing for me to do, given--" she turned human and made a gesture indicating her ghastly body before turning back into a wisp-thing. "That 'sensing' thing seems pretty cool. Funny thing is, I'm here to learn how to alter others' perceptions better, haunt them, but I'm not great at my own perceptions."


She waited for Katarina to reply, making a note that if she wanted to spook her roommate too, she shouldn't be too late to get back. Still, she figured she could spare a minute or two more of talking to the conjurer. Minutes were long, even to the dead.

 

[Elara]

Katarina
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Kat sat on her bed and watched nothingness turn into a human, and then into a wisp. She could definitely use someone like this to her advantage when dueling started later on in the year.
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"Perceptions are hard, I've heard. I don't blame you."
She peered around her room, it was almost lifeless. She began to wonder if her other roommates had even made an effort to show up this year. Where were they? If they ditched, this was sure to be a lonely year, but again, she wasn't too frightened about that.
She shook her head, aiming her attention back to the girl in front of her.
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"So what's your name, ghost girl?"
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[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


Interactions: @Elara


"Miranda," the ghost said. "May I ask what kind of person you are? Or what manner of nonhuman?" She was about to say "beast", until she realized that might be a little insensitive to people who actually had some sort of animal lineage. After she'd died, she'd started seriously entertaining the idea of the existence of werewolves and other otherworldly creatures.

 

[Blitzer]

Soran managed to get his bag through the door and dropped it on the floor. He winced as he heard a crack. Hopefully it wouldn't be visible... When he got home he was going to have good talking to with his dad. No never mind, he'd just say that he had to be more careful. He unslung his quarterstaff and set it next to his bed on the left side which he had chosen. His roommate wasn't there, so he began to unpack. 

 

[idalie]

PROFESSOR LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
"Ah, but still, my apologies again. I'm glad you survived the first year. This place is rather hectic, not many stay for long." Lazarus replied, returning the handshake with a warm, firm grip. "It's a taxing job, trying to teach the youth. Not that many of them want to learn, but sometimes the marking is actually worth it." Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Chauncey appeared to correct his posture; drawing his shoulders back, and straightening his spine. Once a military man, it seemed the habits had subconsciously been ingrained into his mind.  "Well, if you need any help or someone to show you around the more obscure areas of the academy, feel free to drop by the history department." The professor offered, glancing to and fro the disappearing crowd of students.
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"Although I do use the gym during before school hours begin, and lunch. For fencing. There's actually a young man who became quite invested. Poor fellow comes from a very prestigious family of summoners - Aleksander, I believe. Reminds me of the situation with my own overbearing father, minus the disownment as I rebelled against the crown and defected to the Colonist ranks." A charming half-grin stretched his lips, regaling in the memory. "Two days till lessons begin. Thank whatever divine is watching, I still have time to look over the lesson plans. I wrote them after recovering from the trip overseas. Some of it is incomprehensible." 
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Intertwining his fingers, Lazarus returned to a stoic state of mind fleetingly. "Sorry if I ramble. Bad habit of mine." He leant in, lowering his voice. "I just haven't spoken to a 'normal' member of the faculty in god knows how long."
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[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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Aleksander rolled his shoulders back as the headmaster finished his opening speech before gazing at his fellow students, seeing a couple who stood out immensely in comparison to others. A good year? Not likely...He thought, right hand stretching out before clenching it again as the shadows on the he was practically leaning against grew and shrunk. A parlor trick, something that hinted at greater power. For him, it was one of the few things he could do with it, much to his chagrin. Eyes shooting up, he noticed that the teachers, specifically one, were gathered at the podium still. Chauncey, a somewhat strange professor to be sure, but the best swordsman Aleksander had ever encountered. Wasn't really saying much, considering he had never met his grandfather, a man who was said to be prestigious with a blade, but he was sure the professor would be able to keep up, if not humiliate his grandfather.


He shook his head as he realized that students were brushing passed him, and he found they were all gathering at the front of the room, receiving room keys. Hefting his bag over his shoulder, Aleksander made his way to the front, stopping and side-stepping awkwardly as the majority of the students seemed to forget the basic motor-skill called walking. Finally managing to get to the assistant, he frowned at what tier he had been put in before paling. Tier Three? It had to have been the last name...My summoning ability is practically sub-par.  However, Aleksander only nodded at the assistant who handed him his key and made his way to the single dorm. Breathing in deeply, he pushed his key towards the lock, but found it already partially open. Great, a roommate. Of course. Entering however, he didn't expect to find a girl who looked to be around his age wearing such a revealing outfit talking to...herself?


Not really knowing what to say, Aleksander cleared his throat and motioned to the bed at the far side of the room, "That one taken?" He asked, making himself known before glancing about the room. It was all a little...too bright for his tastes, and he almost wincing imagining the contrast that would happen when he placed his pitch sheets on the bed. He briefly wondered if he'd be able to get a desk into the room as well as maybe some light decorations on his side at least. Just some small touches to remind him of home. He almost sighed in content at the thought of his family's symbol, a total eclipse, hanging above his bed.


@Elara

 

[Elara]

Katarina
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Kat finished had just finished her conversation with Miranda while she was tacking up a few dark cloths over her bed, just as her roommate walked in.
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"And just when I thought maybe I'd get some reading done," she thought before shaking her head yet again and hopping off of her bed.
"Yeah, as far as I know," she chuckled and crossed her arms. "Hell, I don't even know of a third student in this dorm, so take as much room as you need, I don't need a lot."
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She opened the nearby closet, placing her clothes on the racks and her empty bags in the corner. She turned around to get a good look at him, her eyes narrowing before she chuckled again.
"Summoner?" she spoke lightly as she walked to her bed.
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"I don't know if you'll enjoy it here too much then, they keep us quarantined up here, almost." 
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She began to set up little trinkets on her nightstand. 
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[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


Interactions: @Vranea


After finishing her conversation with Katarina, Miranda headed to the Tier 2 dorms. Not bothering to use her key, she phased through the door as a wisp and flicked on her human form. "Whoooooo," she said casually, looking around for her (hopefully startled) roommate. Sure enough, there was... an elf? Miranda wasn't sure.

 

[madame moiselle]

Andreas Reed
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He really didn't mean to be late. It wasn't really his fault either--oh wait, nevermind. It was his fault for being late on his very first day at Solatium Academy. Unfortunately, Andreas seemingly has never heard of having a proper bed time before because last night he had gone to sleep at five a.m in the morning. Now, don't ask him what he was doing, because he wouldn't tell you. Of course he wouldn't; it's not like he would want anyone to know he drinks, even though he's underage. 
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And so, Andreas then proceeded to wake up the following morning, around ten, and realize he was late. Now, when you're in a hurry, you don't really care about what you wear or what you really look like. Andreas did exactly that, and it's why he looks so scruffy today. Tousled dirty blonde hair, wrinkled white blouse and jeans, soiled shoes and just plain disorganized. Because it was the first day, Andreas couldn't help but sprinkle on some cologne as well.
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To his relief, he had missed the welcoming speech. Oh thank God for that, thought the genie, sighing. Speeches were long and tedious; all Andreas needed was his dorm key, his dorm, and he'll be all set. His sea-blue eyes wandered the great hall, spotting a desk holding dorm keys. Andreas gripped his suitcase and went over to the desk. Another student was occupied with the clerk, so Andreas took the moment to look around, noticing all the different species of students there were. 
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Andreas wondered how strong they were. Of course, none could beat his level of power. Andreas was a genie, for Pete's sake! He's able to conjure any and all things, just as long someone wished it. Unfortunately, his powers were getting too 'uncontrollable'; at least, that's what his parents called it. Sure, Andreas's wish-granting doesn't exactly give what the wisher wants, but who cares? 
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His parents did. 
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So, as fate would have it, his genie parents sent him here, where he could learn how to control his powers and maybe a little humility along the way. 
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At last, it was Andreas's turn. He walked up to the clerk, who eyed his disheveled appearance. "You're late," she said sternly, giving him a hard stare. "And on the first day too. Don't you know you missed the welcoming speech?"
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Andreas gave her a charming smile. "I know that perfectly well, ma'am," he said, setting his suitcase down and writing his name on the list. "Now, my dorm key?"
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@Elara
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@Mollisol
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@DarkSlayer
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@HumansArentReal
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@Blitzer
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@Vranea
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@Aio
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[madame moiselle]

(Where is Andreas's dorm room exactly? xP)

 

[Elara]

((Reading his description, I'd put him in Tier 3. Only one room. It's where Aleks and Kat are. 

))