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Basic Stats

Name: Charlotte McNamara 

Age: 18

Family: Twin to Leona McNamara 

Height: 5′5

Star Sign: Capricorn 

Gift: Zoolingualism- The ability to understand and talk to animals 

Intelligence: 7/10 

Combat Ability: 2/10

Cooperativeness: 3/10

Stealth: 6/10

Speed: 5/10

Resourcefulness: 8/10

Personality

Charlotte does not have a heroic personality. She’d probably be the side character of any story while the protagonist leads the way. She’s not purely good hearted, energetic, peppy, or full of hope. She’s quite the opposite really. Charlotte is honestly kind of a bitch, she’s extremely blunt and tactless. She’s permanently done™️ and doesn’t mince words. She’s also permanently tired, and doesn’t have the energy to deal with problems. Charlotte’s tongue is like a barb, sharp and painful. She’ll roast you to within an inch of your life, and she’ll continue on as if she don’t know nobody. She’s also lazy, and less likely to care about someone’s problems. She’s pretty pessimistic, and is a deadpan snarker on her best days. Quite frankly, she wouldn’t even serve the king if she were given a choice. She’s realistic and grounded, not the type of person who’d go off shooting for the stars or ambitiously stopping on others hands to get her way. Not the type of person you’d associate with having the gift to talk to animals. Not to mention she’s quite frankly rebellious, and has no problem talking smack about people in authority without fear of retribution. She’s cooly logical, and doesn’t use her emotions often. She’s given the label ‘the audacious’ for a reason. 

Charlotte, for all of her negative qualities, does have some positives to her. For all of her complaining and snarkiness, if it’s someone she really cares about she’ll go the extra mile for them. She’ll just bitch the whole time. Charlotte also is very observant and intelligent, and can see potential problems before they arise. She’s also hilarious if you like well timed sarcastic banter. Charlotte also abhors violence, and would much rather talk things out rather than go to blows. She’s gentle, and would never purposefully harm a living creature. This is most commonly seen with animals, given she can speak to and understand them, but it’s also apparent with humans as well. Charlotte also is loyal friend, and although her friendship is hard to unlock, she’s there for you through and through once you have it. Charlotte is also not afraid to stand up for her views, because she’s passionate about only a few issues, the ones she does give a shit about are extremely important to her. Charlotte also would give her life for anyone she’s deemed under her protection, and casts all apathetic appearances aside whenever her loved ones are in peril. Charlotte would do way better in a world that wasn’t so... vicious. 

BASIC INFORMATION

name: leta aris

occupation:  student

age: twenty - eight

dob: april 13th

label: the salubrious

years active: two

originally from: wenchinka

title: none (commoner)

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

GIFT INFORMATION        

gift: absorption of powers & speed

first  manifestation at: eight                        

level of control: medium    

level of threat: high

PHYSICAL INFORMATION        

height: 5'3"

weight: 80 pounds         

body build: lean

health: good

addictions: none

scar  (s):  none

markings: none

EXTRA INFORMATION       

zodiac: aries

temperament: high

hogwarts house: ravenclawe

element: water

PERSONALITY

alice grew up on farmland in malsovia to the jamesons a remarkably normal family with no otherwise gifted children of any sort.

the mediumship started with quiet moans, like the creaking of a cinematic door. the sound seemed to pour from the very wells themselves. no source was to be found.

this was followed by a series of translucent, pale figures not who did not quite fit in enough to be living. these visions developed into full on conversations.

alice rarely, if ever has any interest in reality and is most interested in the spirit realm. as a child she had nearly no friends, though frequently spoke to invisible comrades as if one were there, these of course being specters.

alice also has a slight obsession with the concept of death and is all around infatuated with morbidity.

the basics.

name: long wei chen also known as: laws age: forty-five and some change ( born in spring ) gender & sexuality: cismale / bisexual heritage: danruba / commoner ability: tattoo manifestation as a result of focused energy; psionics ( telepathy & telekinesis ) triggered by the heightened power in his body

currently: teacher of mental offense at mircea academy previously: a decorated warrior of the walochnian forces

strengths: loyal, focused, meticulous, disciplined, perceptive weaknesses: perfectionist, inflexible, harsh, aloof, mistrusting

about laws.

he was named by a professor he had at mircea (even if he already had a name before he arrived; he just didn’t know how to communicate it)

he has some issues with deciphering and processing emotion

he has a tendency to take things too literally

he likes animals and can easily make them comfortable around him by virtue of growing up in the wild

he’s a hardcore survivalist

he likes plants so much his room is full of them

he’s so used to living outdoors that, even now, he prefers sleeping outdoors instead of in said room

stories of all kinds fascinate him; he’s a better listener than talker

his teaching technique skews towards practical application rather than theoretical lectures and discussions

he likes to track star positions in the sky

he's a terrible cook for anything more than roasting meat over open fire

he suffers from war-related ptsd

he has a tattoo on his back as a result of the mastery of his ability; if he dies then the tattoo will disappear

his idea of worth has become tied to his perception of how useful he is

he's depressed, obviously, but you won't catch him whinging about it

he has a pretty great singing voice

he appreciates companionship but becomes frustrated with his inability to convey it

he knew averil (@wistfvlabyss) as a child and thought of her as a sister, though neither of them recognises the other now

he's adept in close-ranged martial arts in terms of battle rather than using long-ranged weapons

brief history.

an orphan who spent most of his childhood living alone in the northern wilderness of danruba

went to mircea in his latter teenage years after being found (with his abilities) by walochnian scouting troops

barely managed to graduate with his dyslexia proving theory-based classes difficult

ended up a warrior with his insight in strategy and technique and returned to his home region

was a relatively well-known asset on the battlefield with a campaign that lasted about two decades

sent to the capital to be temporarily relieved of his duties following the discovery of the strain it put on his mind and body

took the teaching post when it was offered for no other reason than having a “purpose” outside war

probably the administrative staff surmised his experience on the field would be able to breed better warriors

Background

The second child to be born in the royal family, Dimitri’s birth was much anticipated; the first male child, he was immediately pronounced as the heir to the throne, ousting his older sister by virtue of his gender alone.

He was spoiled from his earliest days, given anything he could possibly want or need, but that didn’t mean things were always easy for him. The only thing he truly craved was his father’s approval, and that always seemed just beyond his reach.

While his mother was the kindest, most compassionate soul he’s ever known, his father made it clear that he expected nothing but excellence from his heir. His grooming for the throne began early, and when he wasn’t locked in lessons with the finest private tutors the kingdom could provide, he was training with the knights. His father made it clear there was no room for weakness in a king, and Dimitri spent hours trying to hone himself into the perfect heir his father desired.

His efforts were never quite enough, though. There was always room for improvement, and his father made his disappointment known. Dimitri learned to hide his insecurities behind a polished veneer of overconfidence and sarcasm, pushing his emotions down so that no one could see his weakness.

Challenging himself became Dimitri’s attempt to prove himself; the more reckless, the better. He’d never turn down a fight, no matter how much bigger or more experienced someone was, and he quickly became enamored of the thrill of adrenaline.

Even so, people around the prince were generally more careful with him than they led him to believe. No one wanted to be responsible for damaging the heir to the throne, after all.

Until Dimitri got into more trouble than he could handle. He was 21 when he snuck out of the castle for a bit of fun at a commoner’s pub, where he managed to pick a fight with some of the locals who didn’t recognize the prince. They were not gentle with him, but that was when his powers came to life. After taking a bottle to the head that should have left him bleeding and cut on the floor, he hefted an entire wagon at the men coming at him, scattering them to the winds.

Dimitri was sent to the academy after that, where he’s continued to focus his studies on warfare and strategy. He may seem like nothing but a dumb brute, but he’s more intelligent than he seems, and especially when it comes to battle tactics, he can be a force to be reckoned with.

Having been at the academy for three years now, he’s aware that his exams are coming up quickly, and he’s not totally psyched for that. He’s not sure he wants to go back under his father’s wing already, but he knows it’s inevitable.

Personality & Connection Ideas

Dimitri comes across as brash, overconfident and reckless. He always tries to project strength, and makes decisions quickly to avoid coming across as indecisive, but he doesn’t always think things through because of that.

He is an extrovert and tends to have lots of friends, either because of his position as the crown prince, or because his confidence and outgoing nature attracts people. He’s not a big fan of social climbers, but he tolerates them because he’d rather have the appearance of being popular than not.

He’s not really afraid of much, and his cockiness can also make him unappealing to many people, who may pretend to like him, or might not even bother. He needs some rivals who push him, and maybe there could be someone he gives a hard time?

Dimitri is an unabashed ladies’ man; while he’s pretty sure his marriage will eventually be arranged for him, that doesn’t mean he shies away from physical intimacy with pretty girls at all. Emotional intimacy on the other hand, that’s where he struggles. He tends to back out of relationships before they get serious, but he’s all about hooking up.

Enhanced Body/Fitness

Dimitri has enhanced strength, speed, stamina, durability & senses. Basically, he’s stronger and faster than any normal person could ever achieve, but he’s not at the ‘super’ level. 

He can be injured, but it takes more force than it would normally, and he heals more quickly. He tends not to get sick very frequently, and when he does, it passes more quickly. No one has tried to poison him yet, but it stands to reason that it would take a great deal more to impact him than a normal person. He needs to eat a ton of food to maintain his body though, and is pretty much always hungry. 

He still trains, but at a higher level than most people can achieve. He can also train for longer because of his increased stamina and durability. 

hello! i’m han and this is my child, averil woods. i don’t have that much to say regarding this character (jk i actually do) so i’ll just jump right into her story!! (her basic info are at the end because i’m a dumbass)

before becoming averil woods, she was just woods — and before becoming woods, she was no one. 

her family was from the region of danruba, but because of poverty and having five children before her, her parents had no choice but to get rid of another mouth to feed.

they traveled far away from home to leave the infant deep in the heart of the woods, leaving her fate in the hands of the creatures residing in it — or jaws, to be specific.

it was in that situation that an old woman found the infant in. incessant cries disturbed the still forest and, having no choice but to inspect, she found a beast nibbling on the arm of the poor girl. fearing that she was too late, she grabbed the nearest rock she could get her frail hands on and threw it at the beast’s direction, effectively driving it away from the defenseless baby.

she didn’t know what exactly to expect as she drew closer. was the baby still alive? would it survive the cruelty of nature’s predator? it was gruesome, what she saw, but what disturbed (and probably awed) her more was when she picked up the baby, it simply snuggled closer into the warmth of her bosom as its arm began to heal before her very eyes.

torn flesh crawled and reunited with one other and her skin, once shredded into bloody nothings, healed as though she was just born a minute ago.

the old woman knew right then that the baby was special, and it was then she named her woods.

ten years later, the old woman, unfortunately, passed away and woods was left to take care of herself.

devastated from the loss of the only family she knew, she left their little cot and ventured far away from the heart of the woods. she walked and walked and walked, braving the cold and the warmth of seasons passing over her, eager to search for a new home, a new place for herself.

woods was sure she could hear the sound of the river to the east when she heard a twig snapping behind her. 

she was ten years old when she encountered the boar who wanted her for nothing but a meal, and she was ten years old when she made her first kill with her bare hands covered in frozen fractals. 

this event was witnessed by a towering man, who later on offered to give her a roof over her head. he said she wouldn’t have to worry about the cold of winter and the heat of summer, and woods, being so desperate for all that he offered, didn’t hesitate to go with his caravan.

young woods didn’t know that she was being sold as a slave until she was standing before the king of trasnavda. there were six of them, varying from ages of ten to sixteen, but amongst all of them, the king was told that only woods had the gift.

he deemed her the perfect person as his young daughter’s protector, so then began woods’ training to become the perfect warrior for princess mina.

protecting princess mina became woods’ sole purpose. she ate with princess mina, slept in the princess’ quarters, and went wherever she was. they played together, laughed together, and woods even taught the young princess a few moves she learned from her training. 

it wasn’t a bad childhood for woods, she would say. 

one night, woods was eighteen, and princess mina was eleven — woods finally told her story to another soul. she told princess mina about the boar she killed with her own hands, and like the excitable and smart child she was, princess mina very eagerly grabbed her book of names and vested woods her first name—

averil, slayer of the boar.

— so dramatic. BUT, here are some basics for this warrior. —

name: averil woods age: 35 gifts: cryokinesis and regeneration — basically ice manipulation and the ability to physically heal. height: 168 cm hair color: white — which she rinses with just about any yellow-colored flowers or herbs to make it less white during the summers. sexuality: protectprincessminasexual (she’s a blank slate, y’all, though she seems to appreciate the body of the fairer sex? 🤔 )

Danruba is famous for its harsh climates and the harsher soldiers it produces. Raised amid the icy, war torn state, Milos was never any different. From a young age, he thrived as a capable and enthusiastic warrior; a boyish penchant for destruction turned deftly to aid the future of Wallochia.

Of course, as a youngster, his weapons were made of wood and hardly made a scratch - not that Milos didn’t try his hardest whenever he thought he could get away with it. Their studies were, for a time, vastly more important. Capable children such as himself were selected to learn basic reading and arithmetic, at least enough for them to get by following instructions on the battlefield.

As Milos aged, he struggled with reading, finding it almost impossible to concentrate on the slow plod from word to word. He never tired of activity, however, and would find himself whenever possible training his body and reflexes in a feverish routine. Without the playmates other children preferred to play with, Milos had to keep himself entertained somehow. Not that he was ever jealous, of course. Games were for children far stupider than himself. At the age of ten, he fancied he possessed far greater potential.

Aside from a remarkable fervour for fighting and another just as keen to avoid every social responsibility possible, his so-called potential only materialised when the students began to work with real steel. Despite years of training to avoid such things, mistakes were bound to happen. Milos would have been at the end of a truly catastrophic one, had the blade ever pierced his skin. Hurled with the force to slice his chest wide open, the blade made short work of his tunic and leathers but left his skin without a scratch.

There it was. That excellence he had felt all these years, finally blossoming. “Again!” He cried, determined to test his mettle as he demanded blow after blow that could not whether his skin nor fatigue his body. He was insatiable for the power he felt in his very skin.

Sending Milos to the Academy was the greatest honour his simple family had ever been bestowed. It was up to him to make them proud, and to his credit, he never shirked his duties. Training himself with the same voracious fervour, he created a routine of physical training, swordsmanship, strategy and made plenty of time for the learning of history, anatomy and even the language of the so despised Olloma Empire that had threatened the borders of his homeland for so many years, if only so he might glean some information from them in the future.

In the multitude of past skirmishes for land and fortune, many of the soldiers in his family had been felled by Olloman soldiers. Never mind the fact that these attacks were normally helmed by Wallochnian attacks - in Milos opinion, the nation itself must pay for these deaths and every other brave Wallochnian felled by their hands. National pride site firmly in Milos’ heart, and he views the land around his nation with the same hungry eye as its king. To him, they are weak and for the taking, something he is proud to assist in.

His vices for violence and the aversion of other students remained throughout his studies at Mircea. Quick to anger and far too proud to take a joke, he found himself resenting the vast majority of his classmates and their japes. He would rise above them, and that he did, though he earned no respect from his peers from it. Drinking and cavorting with the other youths held no appeal for him. What use was drinking the night away when the hangover kept him from his training? What use were friends or lovers that would steal him from his evening prayers and his last moments of study?

There was only one vice that captivated him. Only one woman; Hedwig Schiller. Another student at the time; some great orater and diligent in the way he admired, while still maintaining her touch with the outside world. People liked her for her intelligence, while they hated him for his own self-proclaimed excellence. A strange sort of jealousy turned to a covetous longing for the woman, though he never had the confidence to speak to her. She would stay with him, though, always: in the back of his mind and the corner of his eye, as much as he could assure it. It was a foolish distraction, but always he would dream of one day. One day, far from now. It never came.

The harshness of his heart was only hastened by the path of a warrior in Mircea. He was proud to be gifted, hated those that were jealous of the students in their fine castle and often made a show of visiting the worshippers of the Cult in their bizarre communes. To feel exalted by them was the greatest feeling of all. As years passed and he completed his exams, he maintained these trips and brought them to heart as he was sent out into battle.

With a body that never tired, took ill or fell to blows, Milos was an unstoppable force on the battlefield. Gifted as he was, prizes and higher positions were bestowed upon him quickly. His tactical mind was in its element in the heat of battle as adrenaline coursed through his veins, his eyes alight with bloodlust. It was a passion he longed to share, to bolster the ranks of the nation’s army. Though he was reluctant to retire, age was beginning to catch up on him, and he was pragmatic enough to recognise his exceptional talents could be put to better use elsewhere.

born to a pious and religious place such as malsovia, eloise never really had any room to be herself. the strict upbringing of her parents led her to live with masks. a beautiful and generous smile in front of their people, a reverent and serene face while listening to the gospel, an obedient and diligent daughter. she was just as charming as her older sister, but not quite as kind.

when people loved her sister for all her talent and charm, malsovia loved eloise for her mind. she was the best, the brightest. a quick study, eloise impressed the people with how fast she could learn something, and be great at it. they were particularly fond of her playing tricks with powers, making great banquets at the castle enjoyable for all the guests and suitors flocking from different regions.

after the manifestation of her powers, the region doted on them more. praising the gods for giving them nobles with such power and beauty. with eloise’s newfound ability, she found that she could ask anyone just about anything. just a quiet whisper in a man’s ear and in the morning a pair of new shoes arrives at her doorstep. her power was using the people around her for her own good. rather, its what makes her feel powerful.

it was the same at the academy. people flocked to her because of how enigmatic she is, doing her bidding without any trace of regret in their hearts. her gift made it easy for her to stand out, the fire in her hands making her the center of attention; everyone was drawn to the light. she made friends, but never stuck to one group. she didn’t have enough energy for that. fleeting between groups of people, eloise made her two years at mircea worthwhile. 

wanted connections

someone she unexpectedly becomes friends with

someone that she used to be friends with

a polar opposite

a senior she’s flirting with

any platonic connections !!

any romantic connections too !!