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Beauregard Taliesin

The Unfiltered Necromancer

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a character in “ad infinitum”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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NAMEXX Beauregard Anna Taliesin

NICKNAMESXX Beau, Tali, Sin

AGEXX 22

SEXUALITYXXQueer/Questioning
xxxxxxGENDERXX Cis-Female / She/Her

NATIONALITYXX New Orleans, Louisiana | American

ROLEX Arcane

HEXXX #414c82
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Coming from a long line of powerful Arcane users, often veering on the mysterious and destructive side. Having a familial tie to the darker ends of magic tends to give others a bad impression and reputation, essentially guilty by association. No one in the family really knows when the connection to the Arcane started, all they know is that it has always been passed down by generation to generation as long as records go, or anyone is concerned. Due to her bloodline, Beau was sadly handed down the part of magic that is typically feared and veered as dangerous if not properly trained or controlled. Necromancy. It is no easy walk in the park for anyone given this ability, nor is it a delightful experience for the user either.

Beau is capable of speaking with the dead, or seeing ghosts and spirits at random, unless she chooses to specifically summon a spirit. Which is rare, as she is terrified of the powers she was gifted, and often wishes that the Arcane had passed her entirely. She knows her connections to the Arcane are strong, and she has the potential and blood line to back it up, but only if she is ever able to gain control of her powers. Almost any and all incantations to summon the dead that she has attempted in the past has either failed, or had gone entirely wrong and someone got hurt due to her lack of control. She is by no means reckless or incompatant, her powers are just far too strong for her to take full control of, as well as her lack of wanting to even have powers.


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M I R R O RXXM I R R O R

H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5' 4" | Average Build

Beau is what many would consider plain and not much to look at in general, but that isn't to say she's ugly it's just that she's never put too much thought into how she presents herself. Her shoulder length hair is typically put up in a messy and lose bun or ponytail whenever she's outside of her room, has never been one for makeup, and at most it's some eye-liner. her casual choice if clothing is skinny jeans and graphic t-shirts, or jackets and hoodies with the occasional sweater. She's never been one to show off her body, as in her own word's she's "not much to look at" and feels more comfortable covered up. Seeing her in anything other than layers is a rare occurance to say the least. She's never been very confident, and it shows with how she presents herself daily.

Whenever she does decide to dress up and be more formal, it tends to be more on the androgynous end of things. Usually pertaining to suits and vests with button up shirts and dress pants and the cliche 'old man' shoes, and with just a little bit more makeup than what she'd be normally willing to have, often having someone else do it because she can't do her own makeup to save her life.

As for any oddities or distinct markings, she doesn't have many. Never had her ears pierced or any tattoos until she came to Cascadia. She's since had her ears pierced with small studs in her lobes, and got a few tattoos to boot. Beau had gotten an old rune tattood onto the top part of her left hand when she was sixteen, as part of her family's tradition, as well as another tattoo on her right hand. And her final tattoo is the Yggdrasil tree along her shoulders and trails down to her spine and ends at the lower half of her back.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
From what many can say about Beau, is that she's not exactly the most outgoing type, very much so the introverted type. She's rather quiet and to herself most of the type, even when in classes or hanging out with her friends and peers. Whether it's from growing up in a large household where she was the youngest, and from the mistreatment and high expectations from there, or her natural personality over all, many have noted that she seems far too self concius and worried about what others think of her. Growing up, she was the last child in her family of well known and successful magic users, so the same expectations from her family were thrust upon her shoulders at an all too young age, and she's carried that weight silently since.

In short, Beau is a simple girl with simple needs. Her attitude towards other people can be summed up as "do whatever you want, but if it fucks with my shit and people I care about, we're going to have issues." and she's made sure that others know that fact well before considering someone else a friend. She's rather possessive and overly worried about those she cares about being hurt or in any form of danger. Beau has few concerns when it comes to violence, having demonstrated a willingness and, occasionally, an eagerness to harm others if it serves her interests and other's safety foremost. Whether it was her upbringing and dark history, or her self preservation methods she's developed over the years, no one is exactly certain. This aggressive attitude, along with her general dislike of authority figures, and her parents especially, has put her at odds with her superiors at Cascadia.

Despite being rather charismatic in nature, Beau is particularly abrasive and awkward in ordinary social interactions, frequently coming off as insulting when she tries to give compliments and straining credulity when she attempts to be polite. She was never fully taught how to interact with many people due to her home life, since she spent much of her time in her room reading books or listening to music, or even being outside and away from the old house. She's just never been one for large social interactions and it tends to show by her needing someone else to be there with her before she crumbles from the ever growing anxiety. Most notably, she is most often referred to as "none filtered" and unpredictable about what she may say about someone, or even as far as to what she may say to their face.

In order to improve her social skills, many of her teachers and even the Head Master of the school have suggested that she smile more, but due to Beau's usual hostility, her smiles tend to come off as either unsettling or extremely disingenuous and forced. In higher-stakes dealings with strangers she frequently peppers her speech with lies—she is better at deception than persuasion—sometimes with positive results, if she's lucky enough.

Contrary to what some may think, she is intelligent and talented at transcribing old runes and spells, but with unlucky streaks as she isn't the smartest one out of her family. But that isn't to say she's a hopeless idiot. She is knowledgeable about history (a testament to her constant reading, studying and endless trips to the school's library), she keeps thorough notes with her on the off chance someone may need some help with their work.

But most notably, she has gained the nickname "The Disaster Lesbian" around campus due to her often flirty demeanor towards women but infrequent success. Notably, she called one of her teachers "very attractive" as soon as she saw the teacher in her earlier years, and no one has let her live it down since.

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Beau has a tendency of biting her nails until they bleed, it's a small tick she developed over the years due to her adhd and anxiety.

Her finger-nails are always notably painted black or some other dark color

If she isn't biting her nails, she's most likely tapping her foot against the floor or tapping her fingers against a desk or table when trying to focus

She has a small tick where her nose will twitch if she's over anxious or stressed.

Beau learned how to play the violin and piano at a young age and still play, violin music is often heard coming from her dorm room

She refuses to eat mushrooms, they make her feel sick. She'll refuse to eat them regardless of how many times she's asked

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Failure, her family instilled in her the mentality of striving for greatness and nothing else. The thought of letting them down more than she already has terrifies her.

Necromancy, while it is the powers she was granted, she is terrified of them ever since an accident when she was younger. Beau hates seeing ghosts and spirits and wishes they'd just leave her alone

Losing control, Beau is terrified of not only never gaining control over her powers, but the idea of losing control of her powers scares her more than anything.

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T H EXXP A S T

Beau's family's connection to the Arcane reaches as far back as anyone is really concerned, and has since shown it off over the generations. Her family line has always been an open and proud family in the Arcane world, they view everyone with magic better and superior than everyone else, and those that don't have magical blood have always been deemed as less. Growing up, Beau was the youngest of eight siblings, four older sisters and four older brothers. As far as she was concerned from a young age, the expectations of her siblings and how they followed the family line's rules and values were thrusted upon her as well from an early start. Something she hasn't fully recovered from, even after all her years at Cascadia.

Her family was rich and well known as one of the finer families in New Orleans, a family that had been living there ever since before even the plantations started to prosper and spread all over Louisiana. Their family was known to dabble in the darker side of the Arcane, whether it was necromancy in its purest form, of raising the dead or summoning spirits at Seances so people could speak with their loved ones once more, all for a price of course. The Taliesin family were known among the magical world for being one of the most pure bloodlines of Necromancer, Psychics and mediums, but usually always the prior one as Necromancers always seemed to flourish from their bloodline. They were known for their ruthless and calculative methods, as well as their profiency in the Arcane and business affairs. Something Beau always grew up hearing, It was just business, even when it came to tormenting people with cursed and nightmares brought on by hexing those they had some form of spite for. Often resulting with people coming to them for help with their mysterious hexes and curses, and paid good money to help be cured of them.

Her life was relatively good for the most part in her younger years. Where they lived and with a large and old manner that resided in the southern end of New Orleans, to do whatever they wanted as it had multiple hidden rooms and secrets throughout the manner, Beau never ran out of things to do. And having a bunch of older siblings never became a bore for her, at least not until she turned eight. Her parents grew to have worry for the child, as she hadn't shown any connection to the Arcane yet, and worries and whispers began to spread throughout the home of her being human and that the arcane must have skipped over her, as their children always showed a connection to the dark arts by the time they were six years old. But not Beau. Which, she seemed perfectly fine with, being the odd one out was never a bother for her. At least it wasn't until her parents decided to do something about it.

Her parents devised an idea to help push her powers and try to press and see if they could somehow force them to show themselves, other than let her powers come naturally. They wouldn't allow any of their children to be unnatural if they could help it. As they weren't afraid to shun someone of none magical blood, even if it were their own child. One night, they pulled Beau out of bed and had her come with them to the main room of the house where they performed magic in secret. It was a large chamber in their basement under the house, which was enchanted with multiple spells and incantations to keep any and all magic in the room, and to keep anything wrong from entering their home. What proceeded that night was something Beau had never been able to move on from, the nightmares remaining an ever present ghost that haunted her for years to come.

Beau didn't exactly remember when it started, but she began seeing things from that night onward. Shadowy figures running from one room to another down the darkened hallways at night, or creaks or footsteps coming from the hallway. Her life became a never ending nightmare that no matter what, she couldn't escape it. Things slowly began to transpire as the years passed on. Her powers became more prevalent as she could see spirits of the deceased wherever she went. Unlike her siblings and parents who could control their powers and gifts, Beau was cursed to forever have to see and hear them wherever she went. Always hearing their whispers in her ears, even at night as she tried to sleep, which eventually became something she feared more than anything. Her room went from being a place of safety, to a room where they would await her to only antagonize her with questions and pleading, and questions about their loved ones. The ghosts seemed to be feeding off of her fear, all except for one. It was a younger boy, maybe twelve years old? He explained that his death was an accident as he was working on the house with his father, and his life came to a tragic end, like most of the ghosts haunting her home, they all had died on the property or somewhere close to the home for them to latch onto.

As the years went on, her life slowly started to see things improve as her parents decided it was time for her to go to Cascadia when she turned eight-teen, to learn how to gain a proper control over her powers and to stop being so damn useless, as her mother used to say. They packed up all of her things and sent her off with barely more than a weeks notice of her departure, and she was finally sent off to the school she had always heard so much about. The prestigious school had been something she was always intimidated by. The stories she heard of the school were reveered as one of, if not the best school for those of the Arcane blood. Where talented magic users would go to hone their skills, as well as help gain control over their abilities so it would be easier for them to blend in with the normal human, whatever that meant. As Beau spent more and more time at the school, she went from fearing it and feeling intimidated, to feeling like she was at home. In a place that her teachers truly wanted her to succeed, and used tough love as a motive to make sure she kept up drive to help her powers. With the time she's spent at Cascadia, going back to New Orleans, back at that house only ever seemed to be a place for her to spend holidays and birthdays with her family. If she could avoid that house that dealt so much trauma and fear in her through her life, she'd do whatever she could. If it was spending the night at a friend or relative's home, she'd go there. Just anywhere but that home. Cascadia has since taken over as her home, and the people there have become like family to her, and she'll do whatever she has to to protect it, even if it is just pretending to be a human that's learning music theory and sciences.

So begins...

Beauregard Taliesin's Story

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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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xxxit always seems to slip away
xxxi’m taking back what’s mine
xxxwhat is left stays here
xxxto haunt you
Honestly, Hatch was surprised it had taken her housemates a full two weeks to throw a party. She’d been in desperate need of a release, and she’d been around for a week longer than most of them. But then again, she reminded herself, her housemates seemed to have a slightly better relationship with their families than Hatch did. Classes had only been back a week, and that was probably the most stressful thing most of them wanted to escape.

Hatch had left it until the last minute to leave to go home, and she’d come back as soon as possible. And even then, the few weeks she’d been home had been insufferable. Her oldest brother had announced his engagement, which had just resulted in more boring parties with her parents, where she was expected to drink wine and make polite conversation and wear a dress that made her look like every other businessman’s trophy daughter. Her father’s latest attempt at setting her up with some nice businessman’s son had backfired, even if the conversation had lasted a full ten minutes longer than usual. Her parents had spent the time they weren’t gushing about her brother and how wonderful this was for the family making strained conversation with Hatch about college. Her mother had brought her shopping, which had been an ill-fated attempt at converting Hatch to a more “appropriate” style of dressing. Hatch had, at least, gotten some new shirts out of it.

So when her housemates had suggested a party, Hatch had nearly fainted with relief. She’d gotten the word out among her friends and had even helped decorate a bit. They’d told everyone to bring their own drinks, but still had a ready stash of spirits and mixers, just in case, and had plenty of food to go around. They knew nobody was coming for the food, but also knew that it would be appreciated. Especially by whatever dumb freshmen would probably show up on an empty stomach. It always happened.

But It almost seemed like everybody had forgotten the events that had gone down shortly before Christmas. It seemed to just be another one of those events that was hot on everybody’s lips for a few weeks before fading into legend. Of course, a student being found dead on campus seemed to deserve a slightly more prominent place in everyone’s mind. Especially when it was clear they were murdered. The police were still around, asking questions, and there was a much tighter security presence on campus after dark. But if they hadn’t gotten the answers they needed before Christmas, they more than likely weren’t going to get the answers they wanted now, and the event had turned into a source of gossip.

“I heard he was in trouble with a gang,” one of Hatch’s roommates declared from where she lay on Hatch’s bed. Hatch raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lotta. “Drugs, guns, the whole thing.”
“I heard it was a cult.” Francis appeared from nowhere at Hatch’s door.
“A cult, Francie? Really?” Hatch laughed, leaning in to finish applying her lipstick.
“Yeah. Satanists.”
“Pretty sure his death wasn’t ritualistic enough for it to be a cult,” Lottie remarked.
“He pissed them off and they snapped. James says a senior approached him and tried to talk him into going to some service and then when he refused, the guy got really pissed off. He definitely seemed capable of murder.”
“Or, you know, it was just a mugging,Hatch remarked, raising an eyebrow and turning around to face them and taking a sip from her Jack and Coke. “Sometimes things are just painfully ordinary and boring.”

Ordinary and boring. Two things Hatch was determined to never be. Her dress was another present from her mother. It had been pointedly laid out for her before one of the many parties she’d been forced to attend, and was one of very few outfits that her mother picked out for her that Hatch actually liked. However, Hatch took comfort in the fact that she was pretty sure her mother wouldn’t have liked her shoes or her makeup, and relished that.

Even though the party was in her own apartment, Hatch waited until it sounded like there were plenty of people there before making her appearance. Looking like she’d been waiting for everyone else would just make her look desperate, so she waltzed out of her bedroom and scanned the party with a raised eyebrow. It seemed that everyone else had been as excited for the party as they had been. She made her way over to the kitchen to pour herself another Jack and Coke (heavy on the whiskey, of course), where she positioned herself to continue scanning the room and either find a familiar face or someone who at least looked interesting.

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Beauregard Taliesin
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xxxThere is a house in New Orleans
xxxThey call the Rising Sun
xxxAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
xxxAnd God I know I'm one
The past few weeks had been the epitome of miserable to say the very least, as Beau had gone back home to see her family for the holidays. Home. Such an odd word used in that sort of context for her since she started attending Cascadia, which had since long become her home in the past four years. Going back to that old and empty building that she was forced to call home was something she never looked forward to if she was being honest. While sure her siblings were fine enough for her to deal with, especially her older twin sister Hidie and Lizzy, and her oldest brother Thomas who had always come by for the holidays and birthdays, it was the rest of her siblings and her parents that made things a living hell for her. When at home, she had to pretend like she was like all the rest, a prestigious and self righteous assholes that she was forced to call family. Sure, they were blood but by the end of the day, she had nothing in common with any of them, as well as Beau had always been looked over and talked over and ignored, just like always. Even with it having been her birthday that they were all celebrating this time. Things were just always the same to her, never getting better.

Of course, much to her dismay, her parents constantly asked her how her classes were going and even went as far to ask Beauregard to demonstrate her powers in summoning a spirit at one of their dinner parties to show how well her schooling was going at the school. Thankfully, before anything could really be done or an even bigger fit could be started, her older sister Elizabeth had started up a conversation about how she had started her own business in the past few months and how things were taking off without a hitch. Her own weird way of trying to change the subject and move things off her sister’s shoulders. It was only in times like this where she was glad to be spoken over and ignored, her studies and progress at Cascadia were anything but lackluster and she really didn’t want to try and prove that the money they were using for her to be at the academy was being used for nothing. Maybe having a telepath as a sister really was a benefit to her. But it didn’t matter, soon enough her parents would find out that she was almost entirely flunking out of her arcane classes and was strictly making it by in Cascadia due to her diligence and dedication to the basic classes she was taking. Sometimes taking human classes was worth it.

Time couldn’t have passed by sooner for her as it was time to head back to the academy and Beau couldn’t have been happier. Getting on one of the earliest buses back to Washington the moment the chance had arisen and Beau was gone out of New Orleans like a bat out of hell. Going back to the academy meant she had her classes to focus on, as well as being back to the place she considered home, as well as being with her friends again was a welcoming sight for her. Arriving two days before classes would start up again after the holiday wasn’t much a surprise for her, nor was it uncommon for a few students to be back early, even with what happened on the school grounds a few weeks prior. Beau knew things were weird in Cascadia, obviously, but murder? That wasn’t a normal thing to happen here. Sure, people would occasionally go missing or be pranked and hazed, just like any school, but murder? That even made her skin crawl, for more than a few reasons. What bothered her more than what would concern others, was that when people died on the school grounds, they’d stay there. Just like any other place. But with her specific abilities, Beau tended to see the ghosts and spirits more often than others did, it was almost like she was a walking magnet and they seemed to gravitate towards her. Even during classes and exams, or even when she was in the library to study or simply read in her spare time, she could hear the voices of the undead. Even the medication she had been given wasn’t working to help with the sleep at least, which she knew it wouldn’t work.

At least she had her work to go back to and preoccupy herself with, so things weren’ so bad. Not until she had heard word of a party that some students were working on, and she knew full well what was to come when Hatch came running up to her with that damned smile of her’s. Beau had insisted on not going, it just didn’t sit right with her, especially now after a student had just been murdered, sure she didn’t know the person, but it still felt wrong. But she knew it was an attempt at helping people move on and forget and get passed the death of someone people knew. However shotty of an attempt it was. But in the end, of course Hatch got her way, as she always did, and ended up agreeing to go to the damned party. Only under one condition, Beau got to leave when she wanted to, she really didn’t want to have to carry Hatch’s drunken ass back to her room yet again. Even if Beau was also drunk half the time, but not as much as her friend ended up being, her anxiety had a good way of keeping her sober when she had to bring someone back to their dorm after a party.

This one wasn’t going to be any different Beau figured. She’d show up, entertain her friend(s) for a few hours at most, have a few drinks, make an absolute dumbass of herself as always and end up calling it a night early. Almost became routine for her at this point. Beau had woken up a bit later than she planned, jumped into the shower and got dressed for the party as her roommate had already left for the party or wherever they went off too. Beau didn’t really care much if she was being honest, she got ready faster by herself anyway. Tossing together a random outfit and shoes, and tying her hair into a small bun and she was ready to go. She didn’t really care much for how she looked, with just the slightest bit of makeup (bare minimum) and she was ready to go. Grabbing her phone and earbuds as she listened to some random 80’s rock music as she shuffled her way down to Hatch’s place where the so called party was being held.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t very far and she made it within a few minutes, at least forty minutes late, which was a new record for her. Usually she was later than this, but people could deal. Not like her presence would be very missed if she didn’t show up. She was easily missible in a crowd, all she’d get the next day would be Hatch bitching at her for ditching last minute. Which, she could deal with, she always had, and always would. Beau let herself into Hatch’s place and immediately stopped as she saw just how many students had already been there and it was far more than she was expecting. Beau made a straight b-line for a familiar face that she saw across the room, weaving in between groups of students that were dancing to the music and drinking whatever type of alcoholic cocktail they may have been indulging in. Beau almost fell straight into the other woman as she pushed herself passed a few meathead jocks as she made her way to the target. “Well holy shit, Hatch. Think enough people showed up to this?” Beau said with her usual sarcastic tone as she leaned against the counter top for a moment. Scanning the room for a moment before she looked back over at her friend, “I hope you know I was actually considering to just ditch this party, so you should be happy I even decided to grace you with my presence that I knew you’d so obviously miss.” Beau said with a small smirk, before turning to fetch herself a drink. “So, what kind of fascinating things happened for you over the holiday? I’m sure it was so very thrilling. Can’t say the same for me though...You know how it is.” she retorted as she sipped her drink, eyeing the crowds of people in the room. She didn’t belong here, she never belonged in crowds. It was only a certain amount of time before she made a fool of herself or did something stupid, and she was slowly growing more nervous as time went on.





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Unlike some people, Ariza actually enjoyed being home for the holidays. Seeing old friends, showing his family that he had asserted some control over his powers, and eating food with flavor. While Cascadia's students had that in spades, he couldn't say the same for the cafeteria which was woefully bland. He felt more comfortable among the Santeros given that their focus wasn't solely on a western style of magic. That wasn't to say that Cascadia's methods were exclusionary, but they were certainly biased towards certainly philosophies. It was a radical change from the religion-focused pedagogy of his community, but an effective one for containing his power.

When asked about his first semester, he recounted the lukewarm reception, his friendship with Beau (which of course, earned teasing from the rest of his family), and his trying hard not to be angry Cursed magic mentor who chewed him out more than once for not paying attention in class. The santero-in-training abstained from mentioning the murder that happened not too long before Christmas in fear of his parents chiding him for picking such a dangerous school. They were already skeptical of Cascadia and he didn't need more evidence that transferring home to community college was a better option.

Despite that, coming back to school felt like a hassle. Prior to the first day, his humanities professor assigned him reading and along with that, an essay that he would surely get a C on, B+ if he could differentiate a rough draft from a final. Lectures and theoretical knowledge never clicked with him the same way that lab classes did. Practical application suited his tastes more and anything that wasn't directly relevant to his arcane studies tended to fall by the wayside.

Were he actually an upstanding student he wouldn't even be at this party! He usually didn't attend house parties for hosts he didn't know (he preferred the play movies in the background while you drink and play games type of kickbacks). The only reason he was here was because of an invite from Beau and the promise of free drinks (pending what everybody else brought). He expected the rest of the party-goers to be upper classmen so it came as no surprise when the presumed hosts and a laundry list of other people he hadn't met were already there when he walked through the doors.

Beau, his one of maybe three or four friends was busy talking to Harmony who he vaguely knew, but didn't particularly hit it off with. Their personalities clashed (albeit not antagonistically) so he tended to keep his distance unless Beau or Monet were there to break the ice. In rare cases, he would sink into the background and stay on his phone while his great-grandfather marveled at the strange ways that modern young adults wasted their time. Today it seemed like the man was content to leave him alone.

"Hey...Beau!" He mustered as much volume as he could to call her and wave, which didn't amount to much over the din of students pounding drinks and the latest pop hits.

Ah, he would definitely need something to loosen up. It was a shame that neither Minourie nor Geoff were at the party yet or they could have had a smoke in a corner somewhere. Approaching the kitchen counter, he mixed himself a gin and juice (heavy on the juice) and downed it with vigor before heading over.

"Hey Beau, Hatch,"(did he even have the right to call her that?) "Everyone have a good winter break?"

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Material girl, you can't afford me
This conversation got boring
You're so 2000 before me
You're in the past, you're yesterday morning

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Arcane ║ Outfit ║ Hex: #C24E00

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Winter break wasn’t anything special for Isabella. She was doing fine at Cascadia, making connections with other families, keeping her studies on track, as well as enjoying herself, though the second wasn’t that hard when she could spend an evening using her arcane magic on books instead of actually studying like some of the other students. Being home would be a nice break from the college life and a reminder of who she was and her goals.

At the Vayne Estate, Bella spent some time with her family, fortunately three of the four Vayne children were able to come home for break at the same time, so their parents could show them off all at once, which included a large gala. Her parents had planned it when they received Isabella’s schedule and communicated with their other children, and sent out the invitations to most of the well known Arcane talented families in the Northern Hemisphere, while traveling would be required for some, it was still a Vayne celebration. Isabella usually didn’t care about who was invited, but after letting it slip to her parents about the type of character the youngest child of the Taliesin family was, her parents rescinded their invitation. They didn’t expect them to actually come, but it was more so sending a message. There was talk about the Cunningham family, but her father once again decided against inviting them, as he had done every other time they planned on throwing a ball. Their curse of female only gifted arcanes was too much of a risk to Vayne bloodline.

Bella enjoyed her time at home, talking about her studies and who she was able to connect to, but not much had really change in the first couple months compared to her first year, so when she got bored at home, Isabella was the first Vayne child to leave, though the other children quickly followed and returned to their normal lives, Isabella’s younger sister gifting her a few outfits made from her own arcane magic, ones that Bella would for sure be showing off.

Isabella took her time actually getting back to Cascadia, but was glad to be back, Cascadia was the first real step to prove herself to herself and to her family, and so far it was going great. Though she shared the same opinion as her family about mundanes being allowed entry, it was nice to have even more people know her name. Though she mostly ignored the gossip and rumors about another death on campus, it was another human so not worth Bella’s worry. What surprised her though as she was settling back into the groove, she heard rumors of a party being thrown. And usually she wouldn’t care, parties were common at a college, but what threw her off that it was being thrown by a well known, acquaintance of hers, Harmony Cunningham. Or mostly known around campus as Hatch.

Under the Vayne household, there was much preparation that went into getting ready for a party, but Isabella wasn’t one for those traditions at Cascadia, mostly just focusing on looking stunning, making herself known, and enjoying herself. Bella knew this party wouldn’t be Arcane only, so she sent messages around spreading word about the party Isabella Cecelia Vayne would be going to first after winter break, making sure Harmony would hear she would be coming. Also making sure Lisa would be there, one of the few non-arcane people she could tolerate, but actually enjoyed herself with.

When the hour of the party rolled closer, Isabella focused on making sure her hair was perfectly wavey and flowing over the collar of her dress, as well as her nails were shining; she relished in her natural beauty and rarely wore make-up. The dress Isabella was going to wear was from her sister, made from real ermine fur, as well as enchanted to draw a bit more eyes and put off a relaxing aroma. Bella stood in front of the mirror checking herself out and twirling a bit before throwing on her knee high boots, that would give her a couple more inches in height, and heading to Hatch’s shared flat for the festivities.

It didn’t take her long to arrive, but when she did, she was glad the party was already in effect. Growing up, she was taught to never arrive at a party earlier, harder to show off with less people in the vicinity then when the party was already started and more people were on site. Her boots made a loud clicking on stairs leading towards the door and people were already turning their heads towards Bella; partly because of her enchanted outfit, partly because of her look, and partly because of her name.

As she walked through the room, Isabella bumped into a familiar face, though one that she didn’t care too much about. Monet Grey. “Oh hey girl. Fancy seeing you out and about at a party like this. Very interesting sweater. And hat. I'd never thought of wearing something like that, especially together, good for you.” Bella gave a light smile under her lips and shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t long until someone behind her caught her attention, a good distraction from her current conversation. “My little Lisa Chu. How are you?” She said, embracing the mundane. “Hope your break wasn’t as boring as mine. Family parties and a lot of talking, parents love showing me off.” Bella continued, rolling her eyes a bit.

Isabella perked a bit as Lisa mentioned a new trick. “Oh please share, and once you do, let show it off to the others. But what shall we be drinking together?”

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Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Beauregard Taliesin Character Portrait: Ariza Jackson Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne
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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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outfit : herex|xhex: #082a27
xxxit always seems to slip away
xxxi’m taking back what’s mine
xxxwhat is left stays here
xxxto haunt you
Hatch smiled as Beau appeared in front of her, having had to negotiate a pack of jocks. “What can I say? Everyone’s desperate to see what it’s like to live like Hatch Cunningham,” she said with a shrug. “And don’t be ridiculous, Beau, I’d miss the distinctive awkwardness you always bring to proceedings,” she said drily, shooting her friend a wry smile. “My holidays were... well, the same as ever. My brother got engaged, so there was a lot of standing around at events that my family likes to call a party and smiling as politely as possible. You know what it’s like. Mother tried to be friendly but also tried to make me dress exactly like her.” She laughed a little, taking a sip from her drink. “Which went about as well as you can imagine.” She nodded politely as Ariza approached and asked about their winter break. “Oh, you know... same as ever,” she said with a shrug.

She spotted a familiar figure making their way into the party and smiled. She’d heard, of course, that Isabella would be coming. Isabella had made it abundantly clear that she intended on showing up, even if Hatch hadn’t specifically invited her. Which, of course, had exactly been Hatch’s plan. “Excuse me for just a moment,” she said to Beau and Ariza, making her way across the room. People seemed to part around her, even as drunk as some already were.

“Hey, Lisa, thanks for coming!” She said cheerily, before turning to Isabella and smirking, raising an eyebrow. “Hello, Isabella. Fancy seeing you here. Wonderful, as ever,” she said. “I’m so glad you could make it. What an... unusual choice of outfit.”

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Darcy Jones

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Outfit hex #eb5bc9


Christmas had been interesting. The last few weeks had been interesting in fact. It was a lot to mull over on the drive back to Cascadia. Darcy banged her head against the wall. She never thought she would be grateful for the distraction of classwork. Still, it had been nice to see her brothers again. Their gentle teasing was her strange little safety blanket.

”Father, who is this woman at the dinner table?”
“No, no, I distinctly remember that my sister was much smaller.”
“Who’s Booker?”
“She’s blushing! Who is he?”


It had been a good Christmas. Jesse brought his family down, his fiance Sarah and his daughter Emma. Emma had spent most of Christmas Day on her uncle’s knee, the two of them utterly smitten with each other. Darcy and Sarah had browsed through wedding dresses. It had been a nice Christmas until her mom’s card arrived. Darcy had only read it twice, but she knew the details by heart.

She hid the card at the bottom of her sock drawer. Darcy wasn’t sure why she had bought it with her. Leaving it at home felt wrong and she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. Cards and letters from her mom were few and far between. Each item toed that line between precious and damned. It had occurred to her that leaving at home might have meant she wouldn’t have been allowed to come back to Cascadia. Her mom getting in touch and what had happened to that kid before Christmas, no way would her dad have let her come back.

Darcy slid her dress on. Maybe a party was exactly what she needed to get her mind off things. It would be good to see everyone again at least. Even the ones she didn’t particularly like. She checked her hair in the mirror and left.

The party was in full swing when she arrived. Darcy danced around the crowd to the bar and poured herself a vodka and orange. She looked around the room, looking for a familiar face. She saw Hatch’s mane of hair moving across the room, stopping by Isabella. She couldn’t see Booker anywhere. The realisation sent a pang through her chest, which she ignored, because it was totally ridiculous to feel that way about someone not being at a party. Instead, she snuck through the crowd to Beau. She placed a hand on Beau’s shoulder. “Hey Beau.”

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Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Beauregard Taliesin Character Portrait: Ariza Jackson Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Darcy Jones
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Beauregard Taliesin
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Necromancer | Outfitx|xhex: ##414c82
xxxAnd I guess the bad can get better
xxxGotta be wrong before it's right
xxxEvery happy phrase engraved in my mind
xxxAnd I've always been a go-getter
Beau gave a small chuckle as Harmony gave a quick remark almost immediately after, bringing the glass to her lips as she sipped a bit of her shot. Arching her eyebrow up at Hatch as she mentioned Beau's distinct awkwardness that she brought. Almost caused her to spit up the alcohol as she had gone for another sip, "Holy shit, Hatch." she sputtered, wiping the alcohol from her lips with the back of her hand. Beau nodded her head as her friend continued to explain how her Christmas Break went, even though she had an idea of how it went. Their families were relatively similiar in a few ways, so she understood how certain things were. "Psh, trust me...I get that entirely. Mine were no better.." she muttered. Looking down at her own drink for a few seconds before she heard a familiar voice call out from the crowd, as the figure in question walked over to them. Ariza Jackson, one of Beau's best friends that she had actually pissed over the holiday break. "Hey dude, glad to see you finally make it." she said with a short lived smile, as her eyes managed to latch onto someone in the crowd. She only saw the person for a split second, but it was enough to know who it was. The tall, slim figure, long red hair, and overly priced attire. Isabella Vayne. Even the name made her want to vomit.

Quickly looking back at Ariza, the small smile returned as he asked how things had been over the winter break, simply giving a small shrug as Hatch explained how her's went. Beau's eyes dotted from Hatch, back to the crowd as she left to go do something for a moment, "Uh, yeah. Sure...You go, you go do whatever it is that you-ah forget it" her voice trailed off into an incoherent mutter by the end. Way to be smooth, Beauregard, she thought to herself. Rubbing her temple for a moment, she looked back up at Ariza, "Anyway! The break was...as you'd expect. Not even worth going into. As always." she said with a forced chuckle before downing her drink before she began to refill her drink again, "So, what did the glorious life of Mr. Ariza Jackson offer him while he was away from his dear friend?" she said with a small smirk, clinking her cup against Ariza's before taking a small sip again.

It was only a few moments later that she felt someone's hand rest on her shoulder, which caused her to jump a bit before she heard yet another familiar voice speak up behind her. Turning her head to look to her side, a small smile overturned her lips as she saw who it was, Darcy. Another one of her, friends. "Oh shit, Hey Darcy!" she greeted the woman as she gave a short and friendly hug. "I hope you had a good winter break. It's uh, always good to see you." Beau said with a small chuckle, before turning back to place her drink on the counter. "Can I help getting a drink for you? There's, well...Whatever the fuck it is that they have here." she said with another forced chuckle, the nerves were begining to set in full force, taking her own cup back and downing it in one quick go. She'd need as much alcohol as she could drink if she wanted to be able to stay here any longer than she already had been.