#forgottengarry

Not yet, but here you go!

A Mage is an active understanding class, someone who can use their intimate knowledge of their aspect to secure themselves and their friends an advantage. Mages tend to be a little bit lacking in certain parts of their aspect as well. Breath is freedom, energy, and flight.

A Mage of Breath would be very perceptive about the “flow” of things in their session – Telling when and where some big event is going to take place, and who is going to be involved. They would probably wind up feeling a little bit stifled, feeling that because they know so much about what other people are going to do, that they have a responsibility to make sure things go without a hitch. However, they would be spared from Breath’s slightly wishy-washy nature, able to keep their focus on what matters.

With their team, they would be a tactician. They would be in equal parts directing and being directed by the movement of energy in their session. They would often be able to predict when two of their teammates are about to have a change in their relationship, but wouldn’t be good at preventing fights so much as picking up the pieces. They might also have a good feel if someone is about to go AWOL and leave their responsibilities behind. 

The Mage’s main job would actually probably be “being the responsible one” without letting the lack of freedom that entails get too them too much– If they did, or embraced it heartily, they would just be acting as a Heir of Blood instead!

Thanks for the ask! 

Character Aesthetics: Bakura Ryou

Children, behave! Class has almost begun. Please grab your journals and pencils right away!

Lovely guests have arrived, though none are of charcoal or porcelain. Must they be intruders or outsiders? Visitors or additions to her marvelous collection? How will they alter this dreamlike world? Such questions are of little interest to a child as simple as her. Though simple children are meant to behave and refrain from asking questions. She on the other hand does not like to do such marionette-like things.               For now, she will place a ball of paint in your hands. Being it is either blue, red, or purple is up to the holder. She will now test to see if one's mind is capable of such tricks pulled by this faithless gallery. Mind you, this small source of prose is only a metaphor. Tricks, you see? In actuality, the child only stares at her new company as if they are nothing more than alien, unfamiliar to her reasoning.