#phoenixcursed

His escapee today is almost too easy to track,  looking too harmless to try and scare.  Kravitz descends onto the mortal plane,  nearby where the half-elf lingers, and pulls back his hood to keep his appearance human. 

              ‘  Hrafn Arielslen,  ‘  he calls the other to attention,  letting the scythe in hand disappear into smoke.  ‘  I need to have a conversation about you regarding your death.  ‘

Klaus Windischgrätz was a genius- or rather he had been a genius. It was easy to be unfathomably smart when you were one of the few people who could read in a small farming community. Klaus was quickly learning that he barely tracked as intelligent among his peers. He had only been at the Soltryce Academy for a week now but already he could tell his arithmetic was far behind his classmates and while he excelled at evocation spells, he was dismal at even the most basic transmutation work. 

                                                Apparently his spelling wasn’t something to be desired either.

He didn’t take any of this too hard however. He had known this school would be full of people like him, like Astrid and Eodwulf. He hadn’t expected to go to a place of learning and already be on top. He had... he had hoped to be a little less on bottom however. 

That was something he was going to have to work hard on. He had one tool up his sleeve that very few others seemed to have and that was a near perfect memory. Somatic he would have to learn, would have to work hard at- but he could study his way through a lot in an evening. That was how he found himself in the library not for the first time, feet quick to carry him towards the back of the first floor, intent to find a book over Charming when he nearly ran into another student. 

“...all right, i’ll BITE. what in the planer system are you supposed to be?”

‘    I've got this funny feeling that I just can't shake   ‘            bright iris’ look past the stars splattered above them,   searching for some answer to his own anxiety that refuses to present itself.   It’s not the usual worries he can name easily;   like something deeper clinging to his celestial core,   an otherworldly upset that’s been gnawing at him.

please say character questions

2. Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc. He has, as I always seem to describe it: a light frecklage on his cheekbones. I love freckles yall, catch 90% of my ocs having them

7. How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral? If i may direct you to my tldr: vic hates himself headcanon post, LMAO. It gets better over time, but thats a negative, my dude