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Elia Barron

She's sitting with you, but her eyes are on the door...

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a character in “The Marchand School of Sorcery”, as played by Jag

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Full Name:

Elia Barron

Nicknames/Aliases:

Ellie (only to close friends and family)

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Primary:

Trickery

Student

Secondaries of Interest

Shadow Step & Tracking

Description:

Elia is a dangerous combination of the "classic beauty" of her mother and the steel-eyed gaze and sharp features of her father. Jet black hair is kept plain in presentation, often pulled partially back to keep clear of relatively pale features setting piercing green eyes. Her frame is an athletic one, speaking of training and conditioning from a relatively young age, in this case on a gymnast's floor.

Personality:

Wilting flower. Reluctant socializer. None of these phrases have ever been used to described Elia Barron. Rather, her intense approach to all things in life lead her to jump into the middle of all things, for better or worse. Standing on the outside looking in is never something the young woman handled well, instead craving a bite at the action herself. Direct and unrepentent in her words whether the opinion they express are welcome or otherwise, Elia can be an acquired taste for some. While the cutting edge of her personality can be off-putting to some who mistake it for intentional or reckless demeaning, those who take the time to familiarize themselves with the young woman find her honesty and lack of doublespeak/sugarcoating make her a refreshing change of pace and an unwavering ally and friend when times turn toward the darkness.

Her mouth has been known to get her in trouble from time to time with the student never afraid to ask the questions others attempt to cloack in silence due to discomfort or fear. While a zealous competitor with friends and foes alike, her tenacity makes her a strong student in the classroom, but one that at the same time may lack the maturity to know when "enough" is enough.

Skills:

As a student with a Primary focus in Trickery with a Secondary focus in Shadow Step, Elia has dedicated herself to studying and mastering the art of stealth and deception. Her focus in Trickery thus far has been in using magical abilities to conceal/modify her own appearance as camouflage with a desire to expand and master an ability to make herself invisible. Combining that with efforts to become proficient in Shadow Step and Tracking, Elia's strength as as an infiltrator and intelligence operative.

Outside of the magical realm, Elia has studied and practiced gymnastics from a young age. Her limber frame, flexibility, and relative frame strength led her to explore her magical abilities as a compliment

Weaknesses:

Elia's combat abilities are largely lacking. By the very nature of her abilities and field of study, detection and direct confrontation are the antithesis of her work.

Her competitive nature and lack of tact in conversation often lead her to tense social situations. For her instructors, her intense nature and approach makes her a high-risk concern for burning out.

She doesn't handle isolation or boredom well and, despite her exterior, craves approval and acceptance.

Brief History:

The youngest of four children and the only girl, Elia Barron was meant to have a "softer" life. Her family was quietly very comfortable and respected in social circles, assigning her to a life of cotillions and debutante balls and things of the like. Unfortunately for "the plan," Elia didn't handle situations of "making nice" as well as "the plan" required. Early on, she made it clear that she wasn't looking to be protected by three older brothers -- she wanted to compete with them and beat them and their own games. Smaller and younger, she had to learn to be faster and outthink them. Her natural magical abilities made her an adept at Trickery.

Although it was much preferred that she be sheltered away from the craft and the danger that would surely come from honing it, Elia made it clear that her destiny was her own.

So begins...

Elia Barron's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Elia Barron Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana
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A soft exhale of an elongated breath deafened the sense of hearing for a fleeting moment as relaxation set in. For most, the orientation and introduction to a brand new paradigm and life regimen brought on by near-cataclysmic events would send the nerves on edge. Not Elia Barron. With that exhale, sharp features set into a statuesque posture, icy eyes set forward to study the onslaught of rapid information fired across the bow of the student body without mercy or offers of quarter.

One instructor. Another. Yet another. The curious mix of carefully-placed advice and arrogantly-sprayed boasting made for quick proceedings as the eagled-eyed young woman drank each drop of information in like life-giving water. The advice she took with a grain of salt. Those who can't do, teach, after all. The boasting she measured carefully. She didn't mind arrogance, so long as it was earned.

And she intended to earn it all.

Kovalenko's introduction fell flat to ears practiced to hiding true emotions. Shadow Step, Elia's strongest Secondary and the skill she cherished more than any other, was thrown out in a passing mention before the transition to warnings of blood mage trappings scattered throughout the school. She wanted more, damn it.

Elia didn't miss the similarities in her own appearance with that of the Shadow Step instructor. It wouldn't take much of Trickery, coupled with a little old-fashioned cloak-and-dagger makeup and disguise, and the student could readily pass for the instructor to most eyes not inclined to a close inspection. She filed it away in a mental note.

Lecturer Montana rose to speak. The elegance of his movements well matched the fine tailoring of his clothing, all coupled in a grace that led Elia to one assumption quickly confirmed by his own words. Tracking. One of her secondaries, and the one she would readily admit was the weakest of the skills supposedly to be trained and honed within these walls. Still, it wasn't the cirriculum Montana proposed that intrigued her. It was the ultimatum.

"I will find you."

Challenge accepted, the youngest of the Barron line said to herself with a smirk unconciously creep across her previously stone features.

True to the name embodied by the practice, the instructor for Trickery, Skylar Oliver, was anything but what Elia Barron expected someone trained in several of the same arts as she, Trickery and Shadow Step, to be. There was no mystery in his appearance. Instead, he appeared...normal. Approachable. Immediately, Elia squinted as icy eyes tried to study the man as his spoke. Friendly. This was hard to break down, hard to classify. She could only hope that impression he seemed determined to impart, that of a well-liked individual with whom the students could break down the rigid barriers of instructors and instructees, didn't mean that he wasn't serious about his craft.

Rat tat tat tat. Elia's fingers had been absent-mindedly drumming as the last of the orientation proceeded. Then, the tour. She was most disappointed by the gymnasium. A gymnast from an early age, the young woman had been hoping for some equipment there, at least some bars if nothing else. She would have to improvise. Not that she generally had trouble with improvisation.

After it was all over, Elia found herself having wandered back to the entrance of the gymnasium, standing in the relative darkness. Alone. With relatively nothing to do at the moment. She exhaled again. She didn't do well with blank spots in her schedule, her life. Then again, she got the feeling there wouldn't be too many of those soon. For now, she just needed to take the next step.

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Character Portrait: Elia Barron Character Portrait: Anahita Mkhrtchyan
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Per her nature, Elia was drawn back to the gravitational pull of others. The only kind of isolation the young woman could tolerate for long was the sole place on the top of a leaderboard. It didn't really matter what, where, when, or why -- put a score or ranking on something the youngest of the Barron name would try to find a way to claim it for her own. She was going to be many things in one form or another, but forgotten or ignored would never been one of them.

She drifted through the halls until re-entering the common room. Immediately, she could hear the internal imagination of her mother's disgusted sigh as if the woman were standing next to her. How much money had they given this place when they realized Elia's desire to study was more than a passing phase? Enough for more than this, surely, her more would have scoffed. The clash of design, the lack of any commonality, the pure chaos -- She would absolutely hate this place.

Which is why Elia was immediately and irrevocably in love.

With light steps belying the grace she hoped to develop and train within these walls, Elia sauntered quietly over to the screen displaying the dorm information. Her family's social constructions and machinations made it so that Elia knew most of the major players in terms of family names. Some of them she'd learned to despise and other adore, usually trending in the exact opposite direction of whatever her mother believed and espoused when preparing for yet another formal as Elia was begrudingly dragged along as the perfect accessory.

So which of the prestigious lines would she be stuck with? Elia drew her finger down across the screen until she found the pairing.

Anahita Mkhyrtchyan.

Elia's head physically recoiled slightly with bewildered look settled in on normally sharp features.

Mkhyrtchyan?

Rubbing her eyes didn't make it any clearer. For a moment, Elia considered the possibility she was having a stroke, than a bleed in her brain was jumbling signals from her eyes in the final fleeting seconds before a sudden death.

No. No stroke. No mistake. Just a name as foreign to her as "just playing to have fun." What the hell kind of a name was that? She'd expected to have at least some idea of what to expect. Instead, a complete mystery. And one that looks like someone's cat walked across a keyboard.

"Ooookay then," she mumbled aloud to herself, clicking her tongue a few times as she stepped back from the display. Time to find the room and maybe her dictionary's equivalent of an evolutionary misstep of a roommate.

It didn't take long for Elia to find her room and get what she'd packed there with her. The commodations were...completely normal, compared to the chaos that was the common room. It could use a little work, but Elia had no intentions of being holed up in the small room any more than she had to. The action would be elsewhere, and Elia was going to be part of the action.

Stepping back out of the room, Elia traced the lines of her family crest on the door. Although she'd grown to hate, although maybe too strong of a word, what the symbol stood for, she couldn't deny its beauty, her adoration for it alone. Too bad, really, like an absolutely beautiful boy that smelled of weeks old garbage left out in the soon. Again, maybe too strong, but it wasn't like there was anyone to stop her thoughts anymore.

Then it occurred to Elia. She really was alone. Okay, not truly alone. She was here with a cacophony of students and instructors and other people, but...she didn't know a one of them that she'd seen so far. This was completely uncharted waters. It was...exhilirating...and terrifying.

As the thoughts and emotions began to rush through her body, the outstretched hand placed on the door's family crest began to phase, becoming slightly transluscent, then completely transparent for just a moment. A fleeting instant of invisibility until Elia snapped the hand back to her side, movement immediately returning it to normal.

"Hope no one saw that," she said. The irony of wondering if anyone saw something invisible was lost on her, at least for the moment.

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Character Portrait: Elia Barron Character Portrait: Anahita Mkhrtchyan
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In contrast to Anahita's relaxed, almost apathetic posture, every muscle in Elia's body seemingly went immediately rigid at the sudden realization she was no longer alone. She reacted by dragging her right foot in a fast motion to pivot her body, partially to face the face she's nto seen until now and partially out of an instinct to lower the profile presented to her target. Roommate. Whatever.

"I...err...hi." She stammered in response and she rubbed her hands to the outside of the biege suede zipper jacket set atop a pair of black denim jeans. After a moment, the young woman managed to compose herself.

"Elia. Barron." Voice was far more confident and clear now, icy eyes settling long enought to study the face and form before her. Not...not what she expected. Then again, bucking traditions and expectations was something Elia had made a life out of so far herself. Rebellion was a vastly underrated reaction in her book.

"Right. Your roommate. I was really glad to see that our room should be relatively blood sacrifice free as long as both stay in our lanes," she offered with the best disarming smile she could manage, thinking that the same time that they may be polar opposites. Elia was relatively tall and slender, Anahita was built like a fighter. One that Elia was pretty sure could kick her ass a moment's notice.

"So I guess we're just waiting around at this point? I don't really do waiting. At least not well."