#dstudent

“everything you can imagine is real.”

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name: CLASSIFIED

moniker: crescendo

age: CLASSIFIED

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: yes, but they are unaware of it

about

You have always seen the world through eyes that are not your own. Everything fits together so well when you look at it, the colours so smooth. You took up painting when you were younger because the colours called to you, whispering to be made into something new, something only you know. You parents didn’t suspect a thing, not when your pictures whispered in the night, and not when the photos you took came to life. You paint on in blissful ignorance, unaware of how their eyes blink and their limbs move.

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LUNAR: You’re jazzed about the magic thing, but you’re as dumb as a brick when it comes to figuring it out. They take pity on you one day, and you find them to be easy company, even if they’re not entirely an optimist.

PRESLEY: You don’t like the idea of having a former friend walking around, especially when so much bad blood was left between you. Dumfries is a small school and you can’t help but see them around every corner.

REQUIEM: You were like their pet of sorts. Of course they saw the magic in you that you couldn’t even comprehend, but they hid it for you. They’re waiting for the most opportune moment to use it, almost like a weapon

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UPRIGHT: Lunar sees your paintings one day and asks you who enchanted them for you, leading to your realization that it isn’t all a trick of the mind. You begin classes, just like Veritas, and develop your powers for the better, but you year for the simplicity of painting and letting your magic flow through you that way.

REVERSED: Requiem lies in wait as your powers began to roil underneath your skin in close proximity to so many witches, and one day you burst open. Your magic is no longer benign, no longer beautiful pictures on a wall. Your magic is now dangerous and it will destroy you.

“everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.”

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name: CLASSIFIED

moniker: rachmaninov

age: CLASSIFIED

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: no

about

You weren’t fashioned for Dumfries. You knew this perhaps younger than you realised, raised surrounded by the type that were: competitive and steadfast, loud and always tripping over each other to reach some fabricated finis line. Even as a child you held little interest in their indecorous games, felt no compulsion to be the best among these largely identical boys. You were content with your piano, and the soft notes you alone knew how to pry from the old beauty; the way it calmed your unsteady heart. But Dumfries came, anyway, and you make no effort to pretend, carve yourself into something you aren’t. They shun you for it, but you’ve always felt better facing ridicule than obscurity.

Rachmaninov is a character of colour and should be cast accordingly. 

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GRECCO: They found you in the rec room, shrouded in darkness, fingers dusting over ivory and basswood. The music you made together was strange, and somehow dulcet. They don’t speak to you in daylight, but you think you almost like it better that way.

ZOYA: If you’ve ever wondered why they spend so much time with the Dumfries boys, you’ve kept it to yourself. You don’t want to ruin whatever is blossoming between you. It isn’t friendship, you’re not good at those anymore, but it feels like something close.

FRACTAL: You think the two of you were born friends, can’t even remember a life before them. You used to know them better than you knew yourself, you think, but something fundamental in Fractal changed. You see them and think, unhinged. 

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UPRIGHT: You leave the shackles of your past behind, no longer determined to live your life by others’ rules. The symphonies in you blossom. It’s not quite magic, not really, but you think it feels like something close, and that is more than anything. 

REVERSED: Dumfries passes, but you have nothing to show for it. For reasons you can’t comprehend, the music dies on your fingertips. So long you prided yourself on not needing anyone, but never have you contemplated the prospect of being truly alone.

“i sleep. i dream. i make up things that i would never say. i say them very quietly.”

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name: CLASSIFIED

moniker: whisper

age: CLASSIFIED

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: no

about

You were born soft and raised hard. The middle child in every regard, it was only a matter of time before you slipped through the cracks. Large families have little room for small voices, and you think you’ve always been just that, tucking yourself in your father’s study with his dog-eared volumes while your brothers hold court. Dumfries was not so much a question, but a fact of life; your attendance as sure as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. You have always yearned to be more than the sum of your parts, but you fear even that won’t amount to much, so you find meaning in other things – people, really. You deal in secrets. Most belong to the others, but some you even keep from yourself.

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YORICK: You know what you saw, even as they loom over you and Zoya whispers in their ear with strange magic. Yorick was dead, and then they were not. There’s not much you know yet about magic, but you know this: whatever you bore witness to, Yorick will make it in your best interest to keep it yourself.

BURGUNDY: You see the way the rest of Wardlaw avoids them, makes space in the corridor, sneers when they think Burgundy isn’t looking. You think that they just don’t understand Burgundy the way you do. But do you really know them at all?

VERITAS: They think you something fragile, and perhaps compared to them you are. But your roots are tangled deep. You crack your chest open to them, swallow the darkness they exude in waves. It’s nice to be needed, even if it’ll ruin you both.

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UPRIGHT: Your days at Dumfries come to a close, and with it the weights on your shoulders begin to lift. Finally, you breathe easy. The whole world has stretched before you. You are tethered to no one, and it is yours for the taking, if only you dare reach.

REVERSED: Every secret comes with a price, and eventually you must pay your debts. Yorick and Zoya fall by your hands. Veritas is consumed by the darkness you can no longer endure. You have stepped into something bigger than yourself, but at what cost? 

“it's still magic even if you know how it's done.”

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name: CLASSIFIED

moniker: quest

age: CLASSIFIED

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: no

about

What a farce it was, you thought, going to a school like Dumfries. You have no illusions of becoming a banker or lawyer or some other hotshot profession your father could dream up, but it was go to Dumfries or be cut off and with the projects you have going, you can’t risk the cash influx going dry. You’d always been good with your hands and even better with technology; finding out how things tick is your goal in life. But when your father found out about those projects, he cut you off anyway, only paying for Dumfries through the end of the term. To survive, you started selling those bits and bobs you dreamed up, but when technology is indistinguishable from magic, where do you draw the line?

Quest is of Asian descent and should be cast accordingly.

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VERITAS: With the fall of Dumfries, you’ve looked to a leader, one that isn’t the damn Roman Bles-Ayres or the headmaster. Veritas has something that none of the Dumfries boys are capable of: magic, and you want to harness it.

SOLEIL: They’re almost too fun to tempt, all of the Wardlaw girls are. It’s like they’ve never seen a phone before, let alone what one you’ve modified can do. You wonder what they’d think if they knew it was all stolen.

BRUISE: You never were their friend, simply someone who occupied the same space as they did. You don’t believe the allegations; why would you? You were both asleep the entire night.

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UPRIGHT: You create something that garners your father’s attention again and gives you back your credibility. It’s a godsend when you were about to run out of money and you sigh with relief. The easy way out was always your best bet.

REVERSED: Your creations are harnessed by some Wardlaw witches looking to have some fun and they torment you every day. Is what you do magic? Does magic even exist? You crumple under the weight of something you never wanted.

“people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.”

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name: CLASSIFIED

moniker: river

age: CLASSIFIED

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: no

about

Your family came by boat, before even your grandmother could remember, and you think there must have been a time when you were connected to your heritage. America is a foreign to you as it is to everyone else, but the slight lilt to your accent says otherwise. Your parents couldn’t afford Dumfries, but you’d been shooting goals ever since you could walk. The ball and the pitch were your sole allies in this life, and then the scholarship that came with it. Now you win their games for them, eat their food with them, but you’ll never be one of them.

River is a character of colour, preferably of Native descent, and should be cast accordingly.

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LYNX: They captivate you and you can’t fathom why. You don’t desire their power or their beauty, but something underneath. The rage that runs through them is almost as deep as yours and you see yourself reflected in their eyes. It’s no wonder they scorn you; they like you.

PRESLEY: You played at being one once, but that’s over now. Trysts in closets, empty rooms, the back barn are pushed away in your mind in favour of other things, more serious things. You feel like a child when you’re together.

FRACTAL: At times you feel like their servant, but there’s a price that comes with being mates with the biggest household name around. You assume that they must feel some sort of affection for you, but you beg yourself not to care. Fractal can like you, Fractal can dislike you. It’s all the same in the end.

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UPRIGHT: You rise above your station and above the transgressions that they find buried in your past. Football might be fun, but your true passion lies in something else, something worth pursuing. It’s a gift that you are no longer tied to something so fickle. You learn to be alone less.

REVERSED: Your part as a pawn in Dumfries games comes to a head when you’re injured, putting you out of commission when it comes to the league. With very little to fall back on, you wither, going insane from the secrets that press against your skull. 

“god moulded some people out of clay, but i was chiselled out of stone.”

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name: ashley gallagher

moniker: veritas

age: twenty

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: yes

faceclaim: thomas doherty

about

You are half-steeped in magic. The discarded product of a scorned union between witch and human, you were doomed from conception. Your mother left before you could learn your true heritage, or impart it on your useless father, and in its absence you learned only hate – for her, for yourself, for fate and the poor hand it dealt you. Dumfries was meant to be a stepping stone, and perhaps it was, but not in the direction you intended. Now you stare the truth in the face, and you wonder if you were better off blind to it. But you would be a fool to deny the blood in your veins, and the darkness in you it stirs.

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QUEST: You’ve never been one to hold court, give answers, lead the pack. It isn’t in your nature. And so you’re not sure what they’re looking for in you, beyond distraction, but you’re sure you don’t like this new attention.

DELPHI: If knowledge is power, then they must be something divine. But you worship no one, and the glances they give you are unnerving at best. They know something you don’t, speak only in half-truths, and it nearly drives you mad.

WHISPER: They say so little, and you so much; the quiet, cold stone to your blazing fire. Perhaps that is why you pour yourself into them, because they swallow it without complaint. You think they’re the only one who hasn’t yet caught on your rough edges.

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UPRIGHT: You reconcile the magic and mortal that war inside you, make up for the lost years your mother robbed you of. The magic will never come to easy to you like it does the Wardlaw girls, but you press forward, and the answers you seek unravel at your fingertips.

REVERSED: You embrace the darkness, reject the light, and it consumes you. You learn to master the fear of the unknown, the chaos that sings in your veins, and crush the doubt that threatens at the edges of your vision. You are a monument to your mother’s sins.

“a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.”

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name: CLASSIFIED

moniker: yorick

age: CLASSIFIED

school: dumfries

occupation: student

magic: no, but linked to Zoya

about

You did not mean to die in the fire. You’d lived a good, honest life up to that point; you honored your parents and your sisters, you worked towards a noble goal, but as that beam fell, crushing you, all of it was for naught. The Dumfries boys carried you to Wardlaw, like they carried all the others, and as the life was slipping from you when the clock struck midnight, nestled in the only bed in the sick wing, something brought you back to earth. 

The character of Yorick is black and should be cast accordingly.

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ZOYA: Standing over you as you gasped for air, the last person you thought you’d see was Zoya. You’d heard rumours of Wardlaw girls before and even seen a few of them wandering about the village, but you didn’t expect what the reality was. Now you two are magically linked, in both life and death, and you’re not sure if that’s a bad thing.

WHISPER: They claim they saw the resurrection happen and Zoya wants to keep that quiet at all costs. Necromancy is forbidden in the school and it would cost both of you their lives. You don’t know what to do, but you know you’re willing to go to incredible lengths.

NIMBUS: They’re a curious one and you know they can tell something is off about you, but you also know deep in your soul that there is something off about them as well. You banter, but nothing comes of it.

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UPRIGHT: The link between you and Zoya buoys you both away from the tragedies of the fire and the tragedies of their past. You learn how to sever the link in secret and are unsure if Zoya will agree, but you are so tired of your worth being determined by someone else’s.

REVERSED: The magical link is tested by death pulling you back to where you belong and it may drag Zoya with it. Whisper reveals what they saw to Lady Wardlaw and suddenly, your entire future hangs in the balance.