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Iain MacLean

"I have lived a long time, watched the world change, yet my students always surprise me."

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes! Oh My!”, originally authored by MaliceInWonderland, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Full Name: Iain Dubhe MacLean "Perhaps you've heard the tales. I am the Soldier's Son of Scottish Legend."
Nickname: Headmaster MacLean "It is respectful
Age: appears 56 "When she found me, I was 56 but shestopped me from aging",
Hometown: Maryhill, Glasgow, Scotland
Ethnicity: Scottish " People often mistake my accent for Irish, a common misconception"
Sexuality: Heterosexual "I was in love with a woman once and she me. I suppose she wasn't a woman at all..."


Coven: Merlin "Of all the wizards in all the legends, Merlin's magic was great."
Years at Fae: I never attended the school myself but I've been teaching here for about 100 years
Speciality: Rune Decoding, Divinations, Magickal History. "Runes are my speciality. Divinations, I learned only after my tale and I have lived the history for myself."
Abilities: Sighted "I have the ability to see pass Fae glamour. An ability I wish I had long ago..."
Famillar: A Falcon named Dügan."A Faithfully companion that had never left my side"Image
Personality:"I have been considered calm and collected. I don't anger easily. If I did, A Professor would not be the preferrable career choice.
As far as my students are concerned. They respect my strictness but applaud my patience. They like that I will sit with them and well help them until they no longer need me. Even if it's not until after they are dead and buried...once even beyond that. If I must live forever, I found that teaching is a fulfilling way to live.

Though most days, I am calm and cool. There are times where I can be violent. It is rather difficult to explain but if not for this school, I would have completely lost my mind to what some call Survivor's Guilt but what I call Immortal Madness. I become paranoid, hyperaware and dangerous to those I may come in contact with. A similar ailment to that of Acute Paranoid Schizophrenia. I combat the madness in work and become involved in the lives of my students.
Another thing I am told by my students is that I can be a bit too honest. They say don't sugarcoat my words. Which is true, I do not believe in sugarcoating the truth. It is what it is and all that it is. So If I don't like something, you will know."

Likes: "I enjoy teaching, Reading books, some stories I've lived through I've seen recreated on film - always an interesting perspective, I must say-, Seeing a student full of potential meet their full potential, seeing old students of mine long after they graduated.
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Dislikes: "Not a subject I particularly enjoy speaking on...I dislike watching a student full of potential waste it, a student who gives up before getting started, Forgetting a students name -which is rare unless circumstances has altered the students appearance, Losing her..."
Fears: "Losing the trust of my students. My students can talk to me about anything, with their trust I can help them. Without the trust, I will be unable to help them and could lose them. That bothers me more that I can explain".
History:
" In the beginning, There was a knight of Grianaig who had three daughters, but a mysterious beast carried them off. A soldier's three sons were going to play a game at Christmas, and the youngest son, Iain, insisted that they do it on the knight's lawn, because it was the smoothest, but this, as his brothers had warned, offended the knight because it reminded him of his daughters. Iain said he should give them a ship, and they would find his daughters. The knight agreed.
The brothers set out. They found a place where men were preparing for the wedding of the three daughters to three giants. There was a creel, which could lift them to where the daughters were. Each brother tried in turn; the older two were belabored by a raven and turned back; Iain, facing the same raven, called them to hoist him the more quickly. At the top, the raven asked him for tobacco, and when Iain refused him, told him to go to a giant's house, where he would find the oldest daughter. He went. The oldest daughter told him that rattling a chain would bring the giant, but only Iain the soldier's son could fight him. Iain rattled the chain and wrestled with the giant; he wished the raven were with him, and it helped him win the fight and gave him a knife to cut off its head.
The raven then told him to not let the daughter put him off, but to go on. Then it asked him for tobacco, and Iain offered him half; the raven told him that he had much to do yet, and should not offer that much. It then sent him to anoint himself and bathe before he slept, so he would be whole on the morning. He did this, and went on to rescue the second, and the youngest daughter. Then he took the three daughters and the giants' gold and silver and went back. The raven warned him to go first and have the daughters lowered after, but he lowered the daughters first, keeping only the youngest's cap, and the creel did not come back for him.
The raven told him to spend the night at the giant's house. In the morning, it took him to the stables where the door was opening and shutting; there was a steed for him in it, if he got through the door. Iain asked the raven to go first; it did, and lost only a feather. Iain tried and was killed. The raven revived him and told him to walk and not wonder at anything he saw, or touch anything. He came to three dead men, and pulled out the spears; the men sat up, and made him come to the cave of the black fisherman. There a hag turned them to stone; Iain defeated her, but was sent to fetch living water, to bring back the men. The raven sent him with the steed, which went over land and sea. There, as the raven told him, he put the horse in the stable himself and drank nothing but whey and water; but though the horse warned him against sleeping, he was enchanted by music and slept. The horse broke in and woke him. They barely escaped. With the water he revived the men.
The raven told him to leave the cap with him and sent him off on the steed to interrupt the wedding, because his brothers were to marry the two older, and the foreman of the men preparing for the wedding, the youngest. He rode off, and when he arrived, the horse asked him to cut off its head. He refused. The horse explained that she was a young maiden, and the raven a young man who had courted her, but the giants changed them. He cut off her head.
At the castle, he heard that the youngest princess demanded a cap such as her sisters had. Iain wished for the raven, who brought him the cap, and Iain cut off his head, turning him into a young man. They went to the dead horse, where there was a young woman, and they went off together. Iain gave the cap to the smith. The youngest princess demanded where he had gotten it, and the smith told her. The youngest princess married Iain, and the false bridegrooms were driven off.

This is my tale, A young man who defeated monsters using not his strength but his quick wit, saving the princess and falling in love. She blessed me with Sight which allowed me to see her for what she was. A Nymph. Regardless of what she was, I was madly in love with her and she loved me.

As time moved on, I began to age while she did not. She felt as though I was dying very slowly, everyday. Which being human. I was. She did not like that. She felt as if she'd owed me her life and she repaid me justly. As I slept one night, she blessed me with Immortality.
I was thrilled but for a moment because the Immortality she gave me, she took from herself. She began to age everyday that I didn't, while I searched for a way to give it back. Soon she grew very ill. She begged me to stop my search and I did. It was her last night and she blessed me with her magic as I lay sleeping at her bed. When I'd awoken, she was gone. I've kept her dear to my heart and have never loved another since then but to keep from the mad loneliness of being Immortal. I began to learn all about magic. The magic she gave me was a powerful one indeed. I learned in my centuries of living to cast spells, decoding Magick symbols and read Runes and the History of Magick. My vast knowledge became known the the headmistress of Fae Academy and it was then I found my love of teaching and it's kept me from becoming so lonely that I'd go mad."

Other: "A student once mentioned to me once that a song reminded her of me. What was it...Ah yes. Three Wishes by the Pierces...it is actually quite accurate."

So begins...

Iain MacLean's Story

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Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Sasha Romanova Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: DeAngelo Pagliarelli
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Setting: Fae Academy, Goodfellow, Washington
Time: Approximately 1:30pm
Date: Friday, September 14th, 2012
What's going on: A lot of new students are just now getting to Fae. At 4:30pm students that are 2nd years and up will be participating in a bi-annual Trial. Only a few know the details of what it will consist of – For now. Karol is dragging Merlinites away to practice until then. Kwan is taking away the Medeans. Obviously, its Merlin vs Medea. Next Friday is Puck vs Circe.





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Cheveyo was happy. He closed his eyes as he showered, humming in bass tones to himself. He had never dated before. It was always just flings. Nothing more than making out – They used to call him 'Community Lips'. But that was all different now! He was going to treat Amarina like he had never treat a woman before; the way a woman should be treated. She was his official everything and everyone was going to know. Not once did it cross his mind that things wouldn't work out between them. Why wouldn't they? Every other person he knew that wasn't living said that they were a perfect couple. And spirits tended to be pretty damn wise. Grinning, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a huge, fluffy green towel and wrapping it at his waist. Dripping with water, he opened the door and winked over in his girlfriend's direction. “Try not to stare too hard.” He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist before leaning down to kiss her forehead. He move his hands up and cupped her face, looking so deeply into her eyes, he couldn't see anything else. “Finally I get to stare at you like this and you won't think that I'm being a creeper.” He gave his goofiest of grins before releasing her and heading over to his closet. Karol probably was still hosting training for the Merlinites, but since Atreyu already knocked his training out of the way, what was the harm in spending some down time with his girlfriend? He pulled open the closet and yanked a black tank from its hanger before slipping it over his head. Like all of his shirts, it fit him tightly and accented his muscular figure. He looked over the shirts for a while before grabbing a blue button-down top and tossing it on, not bothering to button it up at all. Instead, he moved to his dresser where he snatched out a pair of black denims and socks, putting them on in that order. And you aren't wearing underwear...Why? Heath looked up from his preening with a shudder that wasn't quite mocking. Atreyu looked over at the falcon and smirked. “If you had what I have, you wouldn't want to be confined. I like to freakin' go commando, okay? Sheesh.” He rolled his eyes and then sat on his bed, giving Heath a whistle. The bird screeched before flying off into a corner and returning at the Native American's feet with a pair of worn down sketchers. “So – Where ya wanna go and whatcha wanna do? Its only one-thirty and the Trials don't start until four-thirty.” He looked up to Amarina after tying the second sneaker on. And you're still not wearing underwear... Heath narrowed his eyes and shuddered again. Native Americans and their dislike for underwear...Or maybe it was just this kid?



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DeAngelo smiled softly as he returned his sister's hug and gave Pippa a light nod. So she was the one that his sister was constantly talking about. She was attractive enough. Though from his sister's talks about her, Pippa wasn't his type. He shook the thoughts from his head and listened to Sunday's music, a smile on his face. She was good and her music was beautiful. Not as good as you, of course. But her music skills are sufficient. Brutus hissed into his ear while listening. The rattler was still upset that he didn't get to bite the girl. There was something about her that he didn't like. He had extremely good instincts and he saw her as nothing but a danger to his partner. He would get his brother and sister to help him spy on the little girl. Hissing at her and her mangy, squawking crows, Brutus went down DeAngelo's shirt to seek warmth. When Sunday's song finished, DeAngelo approached her with a short bow, taking the hand that the the bow. “That was ver', ver'...bella.” He smiled up to her before placing his lips as gently as possible against the heel of her hand rather than the top of it. He then turned to his sister and offered her a slightly bigger hug, careful not to crush the snake that was placed against his midsection. “Divinia” His accent was heavy as he gave her a bashful smile. “it has been so long since you have gone. You are much bigger now, little sister.” They both gave a little laugh at their joke. Ever since DeAngelo and Drago's potion and spell attempt had gone wrong, people always assumed that Divinia was their younger sister with Drago being the eldest brother and DeAngelo the middle child. Although they couldn't be any more wrong. “I do apologize, but I must put my things in my room now.” DeAngelo didn't mean to take off so soon, but he knew that there was quite an event going on today and he still hadn't even been into his room, and he hadn't had breakfast or lunch. His stomach growled as a testament.



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Divinia smirked lightly at Pippa's words and rolled her eyes while listening to Sunday's haunting music. The young girl was strange, but she did play very well. Even if all of her music was as creepy as she was. She watched carefully the way her brother interacted with Sunday. Perhaps DeAngelo with his strange ways would be a better fit for Sunday than Drago. But who would Drago go with? Perhaps Xavier? Drago did talk about how he would love to meet the young man with how much his sister talked of him. She loved her little Unholy Trio. That did make her think of Ever's Unholy Trinity. She always did openly tease Ever about the name of the group. Not a single one of them was 'Unholy'. Or had a mean bone in their body except when it came to petty high school type things. Pippa came up with the name for their group because both she and Divinia had sold their souls to demons and Xavier had been contemplating it. How much unholier did it get? Divinia listened absentmindedly to her brother before clearing her throat. “That's alright, darling. You seem famished, so I will prepare dinner and I'll be inviting...friends. Can't go to a party on an empty stomach and we do look rather menacing when we show up in a group.” She smirked and kissed her brother on the cheek before he shuffled away. She then turned to Sunday and approached her, placing a single hand on her cheek. “That was really good, Sunday. You will join us for dinner, right?” With Divinia, it was never really a question. It was an order. Though she was always kind enough to pose it as an inquiry. She flipped her hair gently over her shoulder before returning to Pippa's side, letting Hecate slowly slide and slither her way up her partner's body. The boy Cheveyo is now with Miss King. Officially. Hecate hissed in her ear. The snake watched with beady eyes, curious as to what Divinia would do. Her obsession with destroying Amarina and Cheveyo had dwindled since she first began to have relations with Romeo and Pippa. Perhaps it was gone fully? Hecate thought wrong, smirking to herself at the slightly angered flash in Div's eyes. She wasn't as angry as she would have been two years ago. But she was still obviously angry. Div recomposed herself quickly and gave a shrug. “They will be dealt with – A simple reminder that one does not simply defy Divinia San Lorenzo-Pagliarelli-Doriano and get away with it. That there is no happily-ever-after until the Wicked Bitch sings.” Call the woman what you'd like, but she always took pride in her heritage and her family, making sure to call each name to pay homage to her father, mother, and ex-husband. “Well, then. Whatever shall we do now? Hecate says that the Chink wants her sorry excuse for a Coven to run training. You gonna go, Pippy?” She looked to her friend now, canting her head to the side in question.



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It didn't take Sasha as long as one would think to clear up the issues that were so far away. She was back at Fae within ten minutes, dusting her hands off as though there was dirt on them. But of course there wasn't! Despite being a lady of earth, there were very rare times when she would be seen with dirt on her. Her planting was done standing up, hands-free. Pfft. Dirt. On her? “Blech!” She spoke aloud to herself. Skipping, she made her way to the Head Master's office and smiled brightly and cheerily. “Hello Iain! Today's forecast is sunny! There will be a light drizzle around eleven tonight – I know you don't like them partying too much. Ten minutes after eleven there will be a straight downpour and maybe a little thunder to hurry things up.” Iain could always count on Sasha to break up parties that got out of hand or went on for too long. Most of the kids weren't particularly fond of partying in thunderstorms. Except the Pucks. But that's because her beloved Puckies were like her. And some of the Medeans. But they were weirdos. Like Kwan – That was a weird lady. She often had the feeling that Kwan didn't like her because Sasha tended to always side with Romeo in arguments. Not that the little Empress was losing any sleep over it. “Also, the Puckies are gonna be kinda roaming. No class for them today! Isn't it great? They should enjoy today!” Like they didn't enjoy every day. “Also – We should talk about moving Cheveyo to Puck. I know he was put in Merlin because of his chivalry and healing and stuff. But Pucks heal, too. Just because he's more chivalrous than hippie doesn't mean that he should be in Merlin! With his connection to the earth, he needs to be in Puck!” She pouted, throwing herself into one of Iain's chairs as though she were a teenager arguing with him.“It isn't fair!” Sasha never had a father growing up, nor did she have a normal childhood – That explained why she looked to Iain as a father and acted often like a teenager. She huffed and looked over to him with pleading eyes that were constantly changing between a mossy green and a bright, bright shade of blue. She made her eyes as big as she could and poked her bottom lip out into a pout, quivering it some as her eyes glazed over almost as though she were about to burst into tears if he said no. Which she probably would. “He wants to stay here for another five years so he can be a full fledged Professor. He needs to be in Puck! Private training just isn't enough. He needs to be with his own kiiiinnnd!”



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Drago watched carefully alongside Romeo and Xavier as Clarity, Azalia, and Aaron all cast their own spells. “Guess its my turn.” Drago cracked his knuckles and sat down his bag before striding forward past them all. What terrain was easiest for him to navigate...? The family compound. A smirk etched itself across his lips as he closed his eyes and and moved to the edge of what was now another large forest. It seemed as though the terrain that everyone felt comfortable with and most at home with tended to be forestry. It was understandable, truly it was. But he hadn't been much into nature as a child. Camping was not something that he had time for and if he needed to get away from people, he went to his study. He was a fan of the dystopic city scene that Aaron had conjured up. Cracking his knuckles again, he threw his left hand out in front of himself and watched as the trees and bushes began to ripple before giving way to tall brick walls. Slowly, a massive compound began to rise from the earth as the trees faded away. It was littered with barking dogs and armed guards patrolling the area. It didn't take him half as long to conjure up the illusion as it had taken the others, which made him really thank himself for taking lessons in illusion from his twin brother. He took a step back to appreciate the work. They were looking at the west side of the compound where there was a beautiful garden. “Well. What's next?” He glanced over to Romeo who was grinning.



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“That's rather impressive, Mister Pagliarelli. Rather impressive, indeed.” He was impressed, but not surprised by the boy's skills. He couldn't imagine anyone from Divinia's family failing at anything or being even remotely weak. As he thought about the girl and her brothers, he thought of how tight-knit they were as a family which in turn made him think of his own family. His eldest brother had killed the only sister they had for simple accusation with no proof that she had besmirched the family name. He grew sad for a moment, as it showed physically. His shoulders drooped and he was practically pouting with watery eyes. He missed his brother so much. His brother who had instructed him in all that he knew best about magick. His brother who had protected him for centuries. His brother who grew deranged after two centuries of watching those that he loved die all around him while he stayed young forever. Romeo sighed quietly before taking back on his usual appearance of the sexy young teacher who didn't give a shit about rules, smirking widely. “Alright. Its about one-thirty now. I suggest you discuss with each other before everything starts the strategies you plan on using. What traps you plan to set. Groups you'll break into. Etcetera.” He glanced around at them. “If you want to take one of the weaker members under you wing and use this as a teaching experience, go ahead.” He then waved his hand dismissively before moving away from the group. It was sunny which meant that Sasha was in a really good mood. Though, when wasn't she? The bright sunlight was making his skin crawl and he wanted to just go inside. He moved away from the arena quickly and waited until he had reached the grassy lawn of the academy before taking off at such a speed that he was only a blur. To him, the world around him slowed down as he ran. He was just about to zip by Ever and her group when he thought better. He skidded to a halt next to her and casually draped his arm over her shoulders. “Miss Daniels – You don't come to see me so much anymore. This makes me sad.” He grinned down to her. Ever was a strange girl, but she was fierce. And he liked it. He leaned down to her ear, his fangs gently brushing the tip as he whispered. “I came only to warn you because I like you, Ever. Watch your back on the field today. It will be student against student with no adult interference and I assume Pippa will not be fighting with your Coven.” He knew that the other blonde beauty was not Ever's biggest fan. It was a shame to see beautiful women fighting amongst one another for little boys. He wished only that they had more sense. For what, he didn't know. He was sure that if he began to show interest in Ever, Divinia would surely kill him. Or at least try. Smirking, he placed two kisses on both the right and left corner of her lips before taking off again, this time to his office where he slammed the door behind him and slumped into his large chair with a light sigh, closing his eyes. He wanted to relax now. He hummed to himself, placing his feet up on his desk. There were no windows in his classroom and no light was on. Only his bright green eyes glowing in the dark.

The setting changes from Fae Academy to Goodfellow, Washington

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sasha Romanova Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Divinia Doriano Character Portrait: DeAngelo Pagliarelli Character Portrait: Alistair William Talsworth
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Iain watched as Sasha went on and on about Atreyu's joining Puck. He agreed to a certain extent. She made her case in typical Sasha fashion, which she knew would work. She was adorable and she knew it and it didn't help that she was always so darn chipper. "Sa-" She went on and on. "Sasha?" He said but she wasn't paying any attention. Which was fine. So he waited until she finished with an amused look on his face. It was the Ever Daniels incident all over again only, Kwan Yin was in Sasha's place. "Alright. Alright. After the trails, we will gather all of the teachers and we will go over his stats and then ask his opinion." He told her. He knew that wouldn't placate her right away but she usually saw to reason. "I believe we should let him decide, yes?" He asked her. There wasn't alot of people he tried to keep happy but this particular girl's emotions effected the weather so he's a little more careful in dealing with her. The last thing they needed was a torrential downpour because she was upset.


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Sunday grinned as DeAngelo kissed her palm. That was new for her. "Por qué, gracias." She said, without meaning to. He was very nice, she decided then, He didn't seem bother by her at all like most people did. Divinia then approached her, Sunday looked up at her with a child like grin as she complemented her song and touched her face. Sunday felt heat rise to her face. "Thanks, Divinia." She said, her accent was heavy in her words though her voice was small and willowy. Divinia then asked her if she'd join them for dinner. " Of course." She said and then Pippa came over to reiterate. Sunday smiled. "Yes, Yes, I would like that very much." She said. Divinia and Pippa were so nice to her. They were women compared to her. Sunday was small and thin framed. Thought she was 17, she looked 13 maybe younger. It didn't help that she has a doll face. She did look a little older when Divinia and Pippa put lipstick on her. She was their baby doll but it didn't bother her. She liked it.

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Ever sighed. " No, No he won't because it's suicide. Look, I'll deal with Professor Romeo myself okay." She said. She never really treated Romeo like a teacher. He was more like a Senior to her Freshman. So, While he made her nervous in a way she didn't want to describe to the boys. She treated him like a peer, at least when she wasn't in his class. " can we change the subject, please?"

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Character Portrait: Amarina Yani King Character Portrait: Sasha Romanova Character Portrait: Lamia Character Portrait: Pippa Tasmin Le Feuvre Character Portrait: Cupid Trementina Character Portrait: Xavier Jonathan St. John
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“Me? Shame? Of what? Of being super hot?” He grinned and pulled her close, pressing his forehead to hers. “If I hid all this, I would be depriving you of viewing the ninth wonder of the world.” He offered another classic goofy smile before letting his lips brush against hers. “You taste like. Vanilla. And paper. And Australia.” He suppressed a laugh before standing, holding her in his arms as he did before. “And what do you mean come to my senses? I think that finally telling you that I love you is the most sensible thing that I've done since birth.” He spun around with a smile and whistled for Heath to follow. The falcon took off from his perch and took up a new perch on Amarina's shoulder. Your shirt looks better on her than it does you. The bird screeched with laughter, causing Cheveyo to roll his eyes. Just as they got to the door, Aedan started knocking. Sighing, he swung the door open. “'sup, McKlellan. I got up at five this morning to knock out my training with Professor Guarini and Professor Romanova. I'm good to go. Tell Angelo that I'm spending the next few hours with my girlfriend. If I train now, I'm going to be really tired and overall, useless in battle.” Cheveyo gave Aedan a light nod before moving past him. You know Karol will have your head for this. He might not let you compete. Heath tilted his head some. “Let him try.” Cheveyo shrugged. He respected the Merlin man, but the past few years, he just didn't feel like he belonged with Merlin. “So – We could run into town and grab something eat. Like ice cream.” He looked down at Amarina, wondering if she'd like to go.




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Divinia smiled lightly as Sunday blushed before scurrying away. Such a darling little girl. She looked so innocent, but she was far from it. She then glanced over to Pippa. She had noticed the way a slight of jealousy would spike in the woman's Aura every time Divinia interacted with Sunday. Disregarding the questions Pippy had asked, Div moved forward and grasped her girlfriend's face gently. “Davvero non hanno nulla da essere gelosa, il mio amore. Sai che sono di gran lunga il mio preferito. Alcuni bambina non potrà mai prendere il tuo posto. Anche se, ho davvero piace come la gelosia appare su di te. È talmente una svolta.” She purred against Pippa's lips gently, softly whispering the words, letting her hands travel down to Pippa's waist so that she might pull her closer. She ended with a kiss, sucking gently on her bottom lip. “Cheveyo and Amarina have finally decided to make it official. Without my blessing, unfortunately. I will deal with them later.” She sighed, brushing a few strands of hair from Pippa's face. “I will be inviting Romeo, of course. And Ever. Xavier, DeAngelo, Drago, Sasha, and Alexander. You know. The usual.” She offered a light shrug. “We should -” She paused, her baby blue rolling to the back of her skull as she grasped Pippa's shoulders and dug her nails in. In her mind she saw a vision of a beautiful Grecian woman striding across Fae's lawn with a look of confidence and an Aura of darkness around her. “Lamia.” She whispered the name of the Head Mistress who had left on business that Divinia was one hundred percent sure had to do with Eden's Blade. As the vision faded, she straightened herself out. “Seems that our favorite toy is coming back home.” Hecate shook her head, muttering to herself. Whore. “I believe the term is polygamist, dear Hecate. How many times must I remind you?” She sighed and stroked the heavy snake's head. “Pippa, my love. I have a gift for you. I nearly forgot. Come.” She wrapped her hand around Pippa's and began to head for the Circe territory. She had Eileen charm a mirror for her to give to Pippa. She had gotten the idea from Drago who had gotten the idea from Beauty and the Beast. That boy and his Disney...




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DeAngelo had pulled a book out of his jacket pocket and was writing in it with great passion. It was his journal and he was recording in it everything that had happened since he had gotten off of the plane. He wrote of meeting Pippa, his sister's favored lover. He wrote of the strange Sunday Cortez. A small beauty. Such a misunderstood girl; he knew the feeling. He frowned and wrote some more, unaware of Cupid approaching him until the boy had spoken. He looked up, startled. He was quick to shove the pen and journal back into his jacket. He looked up and was about to answer until he had gotten a good enough look at Cupid. He struggled for words as Cupid's voice seemed to take hold of him and make him think of nothing else. “...” DeAngelo simply stared into Cupid's eyes for two whole minutes. He didn't mean to be quite so creepy. DeAngelo just couldn't help but to digest and process everything that happened. He always overthought things. It was because of this that he would often pause for a long time before answering people or would simply stare before starting a conversation. That and he had to shut out all the voices in his head that were the thoughts of others so that he could distinguish what was being spoken and what was being thought; people got a little bit freaked out when he answered questions or made comments about the thoughts in their heads. Finally, he blushed deeply and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Apologies.” He took a little bit longer to reply – He wasn't forced to speak English very often and while he knew the language, he was better at reading it than speaking it. “Si – I am in Medea. And...according my sister and Signora le Feuvre, Professor Kwan is training all of Medea for some...Trials. But – If I wasn't mistaken, you must be at least a second year to participate.” DeAngelo smiled bashfully and took Cupid's hand in the same gentle manner that he had done Sunday's. Turning it so that the other male's palm faced upwards, he placed his lips gently against the heel of his hand, almost on his wrist. “I am DeAngelo Pagliarelli – Its my first year here. To whom do I owe the pleasure...?” His bright blue eyes turned upwards, glancing into the latino's face.




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Drago watched as the others ignored Xavier and dispersed. “I think Professor Guarini might want to select a new set of elite.” He smirked, shaking his head. “Though, from what my sister says – That would be you, herself, Pippa, Sunday, Aurora, and myself. So few out of so many.” He gave a light 'tsk tsk' and shook his head before taking hold of Xavier's hand. “One of the two, yes.” He and his brother greeted people in the same way. He turned Xavier's hand so the palm faced upwards and kissed the heel of his hand. “Drago Pagliarelli – You must be Xavier St. John. My sister speaks quite highly of you. And we both know how rare it is for her to speak that way of anyone outside of the family.” A smirk graced his face as he stepped even closer, flexing his muscles just to show off. “I assure you that I am just as intrigued by you as you are of me. Join me for dinner tonight?” Unlike his rather shy twin, Drago was a lot more forward when flirting. His gaze was lustful as he bit down on his bottom lip, gazing over the older male that was standing before him. And like his sister, it was never really a question. He was simply polite enough to pose it as one.




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Sasha glanced over at Iain, clapping her hands gleefully. “He will be in Puck! There is no doubt about it!” She giggled happily, bouncing in the chair. “Thaaaank you, Iain! Gotta go now!” She blew a kiss and dashed out of the office, dancing around quite happily. She fist pumped, closing the door behind her. “Hey, Klaude! We're getting Cheveyo!” The giant Roc was circling the school, casting a shadow. Are you positive? I thought Iain said that you all would have to have a conference of sorts first. “Details, details!” The Russian flipped her hair over her shoulder and huffed some. Your students are talking again of having relations with you. Klaude began to shrink and dove down towards the school before flying into a nearby window, landing on Sasha's shoulder. “Let zem talk. Who am I to crush their precious dreams? I stand against such things, you know.” She waved her hand, walking down the halls on the tips of her toes. You should do so before you earn a reputation such as Romeo's. That would not be a good thing. Klaude warned her as Sasha exited through the front doors of the Academy. “And why not?” Hrutao had come forward, holding his head high proudly. “I do not understand the mind working of these bipedal creatures.” The stag sighed irritably. “Well – Let's discuss it, then.” Sasha snapped her fingers and watched as an olive tree sprouted from the ground. Flowers lifted from every step that she took as she climbed the tree and laid her body across a low-hanging branch. “What is there to discuss? You fleshy, bipedal, creatures are so hypocritical. Let us take for example this situation. Romeo is highly attractive by human standards. As are you. You are both well over centuries old. But it is more acceptable for you to have sexual relations with teenagers than he simply because you are female. How is that in any way intelligent or fair?” Hrutao had folded his legs underneath his body and was looking up to his partner. Klaude had landed on a branch near Sasha. “I agree. I have yet to understand this logic.” The bird canted his head to the side, looking to Sasha who threw her hands up. “Don't look at me – I don't follow said logic because I find it equally as retarded as you do.” She and her companions laughed some and went on about the strange customs that people of the 21st century followed. So many things had changed – Some for the better and some for the worse. She, Iain, Romeo, Lamia, and even Pippa would often reminisce about their day and age together. It was a lot of fun. She smiled, closing her eyes as Klaude and Hrutao bickered about trivial matters. She took a nap right there in that tree, being the first thing one would see coming up to the school.




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Romeo glanced up from his daze to see that Sunday had come in. She was a pretty enough young woman with quite an...obsession for him. She thought it to be secret, but it was highly noticeable. The way she fawned, stormed away when his attention was on others. Particularly Xavier. He found that jealousy was never attractive on anyone. He sighed as she inquired about his hunger status, placing his fingers to his eyes. Were she in any other Coven, he would have long since snapped at her in a most cruel manner and sent her scurrying with her tail between her legs. But she was in Circe and despite how annoying her constant offerings were, she was still attempting to be kind. “Thank you. But no thank you. I am saving my appetite for tonight's party. I like to have a variety to choose from.” He did his best to refrain from feeding outside a select few students. Those whom he knew for sure could handle it. He knew without a doubt that the minute he so much as brushed his fangs against her supple flesh she would become more persistent than ever before. Normally, he had no qualms with sharing his bed with his students. He had started sleeping with Divinia when she was sixteen. But Sunday, he saw as a child. Not just because of the way that she appeared. But as well because of her mindset. He was no fool. He saw how she idolized Pippa and Divinia – He thought it was cute. And he didn't want that. He liked confidence and independence. A slight bit of sadism was nice too with a dash of masochism. Sunday would forever be a child in his eyes and he just didn't have the heart to tell her. Instead, he had his Unholy Trio on the mission of finding someone else to win her affections. It was then that Aurora Carrington walked through the door. Now there was another female that he enjoyed keeping company. Her mind was intriguing, to be honest. She both hated and loved her Coven which quite frankly confused him. He knew that she liked to see others in pain, yet she hated Divinia for being a bully. But at the same time she respected him. If anything, he found her complicated. “How may I help you today, Miss Carrington? Come for some extra credit?” He grinned in the dark slyly, resuming his usual flirtatious mannerisms.

The setting changes from Fae Academy to Goodfellow, Washington

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Character Portrait: Sasha Romanova Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici Character Portrait: Sunday Cortez Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: Alejandro Miguel Villanueva-Gutierrez Character Portrait: Iain MacLean
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Sunday Cortez

Sunday blinked and then nodded. She didn't know why this time would be different. She also didn't understand why he wouldn't just take her blood. Surely, it was different. How many Sirens had he fed from? She kept her face even. Prehaps she was not abrasive enough. Maybe she could slit her wrists and force him to fed. No, that would be foolish. He'd just let her die. What could she do to make him want her? What was she doing wrong. She smiled meekly and made her way toward the door. Then for a moment, she thought darkly that she could sing to him. Then he'd want her blood.
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand...
She abandoned the thought. He really would kill her then aside from that, she doesn't want him charmed, she wants him to choose her of his own volition. "Adiós." She said in a small voice and slipped out the door.
As she made her way down the hall, Egdar and Allen landed on each shoulder.
"Why does he not want my blood?" She asked. "Por que?!" She barked and felt her form shifting. "Be calm, Small Lady." Egdar urged. "You're eyes and hair. They've changed." Allen warned. Sunday ran to the nearest girl's restroom. She looked her reflection. Her hair had spiked like the plum of a raven. Her eyes were a deep crimson with no light within them. She gripped the egde of the sink. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He was surely kill her if she lose control of her form. She opened her eyes slowly as her large doll eyes were brown again, reflecting the light in the bathroom, Her hair thinned out again, laying flat against her head. "You must remain calm, Small Lady." Egdar said. "You mustn't lose control." Allen told her. Sunday nodded. "I know."
She said and made her way toward the courtyard again. She noticed Ever and Alejandro. She caught Ever's eyes but kept moving. Ever looked at her oddly but didn't say a word.

Kwan Yin Xong

Kwan Yin gave Morgana a look that read I'll see you after class but before Morgana could see it, her familiars took off. The girl chased after them. Kwan Yin sighed. "Begin working with your one great skill. Perfect it as best you can." She said and went after Morgana. She found her being man handle by one the the TA's. "Hey! Let go of her!" She said and muttered in Chinese to herself about him being an idiot. The TA turned and looked afraid. "You keep your hands off my pupils, Do you understand, or you will find yourself with a curious taste for razors." She said and held out her hand to Morgana. The TA shuffled off and Kwan Yin sighed. "Are you alright?"

Iain MacLean
Iain gave Sasha a closed mouth smile. He shook his head as she skipped off. Dügan flew over and landed on his desk. "She is an excitable one." Dügan commented "Yes, Well, It's best that she stays that way." He told him. Iain sat back against the seat. As old as she is, she lives as if she were to die tommorrow. It was refreshing. She never suffered the insanity that came with Immortality. That is good. He hoped for everyone's sake that doesn't ever happen.

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Character Portrait: Aedan McKlellan Character Portrait: Ever Daniels Character Portrait: Karol Angelo Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: Iain MacLean
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Aedan McClellan

Aedan sighed as he walked through the forest. He really didn't like the thought of running into Ever during the Trials. He couldn't stand hurting her, though he knew she could definitely take care of herself. As he walked, he heard the crack of a twig and he immediately jumped to the side to see a Circe witch, smirking as she shot a nasty-looking purple curse at him. He dodge tot he side and raised his hands, causing a giant tree root to grow around her and bind her arms together.

"You let me go, you Merlin bastard! You think you're a Puck or something?" the witch growled. Aedan grinned.

"Actually, I think of myself as Hashirama," he stated as he turned to walk through the forest. The sooner Merlin won this, the more likely he wouldn't run into Ever. He hoped Ever wasn't guarding the flag this time, though.

He entered a clearing and saw her.

"Ah, shit. Can rough sex count as fighting?"

Karol Angelo


The healing professor sighed as he took a spot in the staff area. The students hadn't injured each other enough for his intervention yet, which he was grateful for. He remembered almost dying in one of his Trials when he attended Fae's Academy and he hoped that the school did not have a mortality this year. He glanced at Ian and nodded at Kwan in the distance.

"I am grateful Romeo allows us to monitor these fights."