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Eileen Fischer

I-ignore the st-st-stutter.

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes! Oh My!”, as played by OurStars

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F u l l N a m e ? Eileen Day Fischer, pleasure to meet you

N i c k n a m e s ? Some teachers call me Fischer, but for the most part just Eileen is fine

A g e ? Seventeen

H o m e t o w n ? Baltimore, Maryland. Charm city, as they say.

E t h n i c i t y ? As you may have guessed by looking at me, I'm white. Predominantly Irish and German, though.

S e x u a l i t y ? Bisexual- I lean towards guys, but girls can be nice from time to time, I suppose



C o v e n ? I'm from Merlin. I guess we're like the Gryffindor of this school

Y e a r s s p e n t a t F a e ? I'm currently a Junior, but I was shipped here when I was around thirteen- so four years

S p e c i a l t y ?
My specialty? I make jewelry. And no, I'm not about to go on about how I make earrings and bracelets so beautiful that they are practically magick. What I do is transfer spells and potions into jewelry, which last a period of time based on the concentration and the ability transferred into it, that will affect whoever the wearer is. I can make things varying from simple good luck spells, which kind of work like the Felix Felicis potion in Harry Potter, to ones that can protect the wearer from large curses, and even backfire the affects. Usually I give them to people whom I think need them, but will occasionally get requests for things as well, like good luck for tests or bracelets that make one attractive to the person who it is linked to (usually through a hair or something). Maybe it isn't particularly flashy, like the abilities that some people had, but back when I went to school with normal people, it was quite the moneymaker. I can't make the jewelry do anything that I can't do, and none of it is permanent.

A b i l i t i e s ?
Healing --Kind of the stereotypical power for someone of the house of Merlin, but yeah, I can heal people. Not in large spans, of course, but I can heal one person at a time, to the point where I can bring someone back from the brink of death. The only thing about that, however, is that I must give a little bit of my own life force away for that to work- only when someone is very close to death, though. I cannot bring back someone who is gone, unfortunately, because death is a territory that generally belongs to the kids in Circe. When I am healing someone, this weird golden dust-like stuff appears at my finger tips and makes the part of the body that I'm focusing on glow a little bit. It's actually pretty handy to make sure that I've covered everything, because my healing is more of a doctor sort of thing than just looking at a person and having them be Boom! healed. To bring someone back, I have to give them something like CPR. It takes a bit of energy, other than the whole bit of my life down the drain part, but is otherwise painless. Probably because it has more of a long-term effect.

Connection Manipulation --Although I cannot technically manipulate the emotions of people, I do have the ability to see the strings that bind everyone in the world together- they're the reason that I kind of believe in fate, though my ability is the reason that I know that fates can be changed. It is the kind of ability that is a bit like meddling, I suppose, but can come in handy- especially when people look like they are about to fight or something. Relationships are like knots, and friendships are kind of like having your string taped together- a lot less fragile than relationships generally are. I can reach out and tighten or untie knots, forge or break friendships, etc. I definitely don't go around ruining people's friendships and relationships, because that isn't really my thing, but I've been known to, well, help things along a little. Tighten a relationship here, bind friendships closer there, you get the drift. It almost borders on gray magick, I guess. Even without seeing strings, I've always been pretty good at seeing how strong the connection between people are. This just confirms any beliefs I may have. When I was younger, I'd duck around them because I thought they were real strings- earned me plenty of strange looks. There are some bonds that are kind of liked 'fixed points', and I cannot change them. Also, as the strings are kind of like a section of your aura, I cannot manipulate them if someone's aura is untouchable. Trying to do so will only result in horrible headache.

Athleticism --I don't know if you would call this so much if a magickal ability, because it probably would be more of a natural, normal one, but I have always been the sort of person who can pick up on sports and games very easily. It's like my body just knows what to do, and when to do it. I still have to exercise to keep in shape and such, but athletic things just come a lot easier to me. I guess the technical term for it is Physical Recognition or something like that, huh? Yeah, that's actually exactly what it would be called, come to think of it. It doesn't mean that I am stronger than anyone else or faster than anyone- just that it would be easier for me to learn the techniques to become so. If I wanted to, I could probably learn a martial art fairly quickly, or something of that variety. Up until now, I just kind of used it to beat other people at sports, revealing a slightly competitive aspect to my personality, I suppose. It isn't really a very complex concept, to be honest, the ability to catch on easily to physical things. At this point, I'm just kind of rambling about it.

Curse Breaker --I cannot take away the powers of others, or anything of that magnitude- Such a skill isn't in my itinerary. Basically, this ability means that I am capable of breaking curses and spells, although it does take some level of effort on my part. Not so much physically, although it can be taxing depending on the spell, as mentally. Simple spells aren't difficult, and if I've learned one than I can usually break it easily. Average to complex spells, however, require something else. Every spell and curse has it's own little mark to it, you see, like a mathematical formula or a code system. The trick is finding the key to every code and the variable to every formula, and then you can break the spell by using them, almost like unlocking a chest. Just because I have the ability to see codes in spells doesn't mean that I am capable of breaking them, though. I'm no genius, although not exactly an idiot either, and some spells are simply beyond me, and require a more practiced curse breaker. Another issue is that every caster is a factor, and so the same spell cast by two different people may have completely different answers.

As far as normal skills go, I've been swing dancing since I was young, and my jewelry making skills, even without magick, are pretty good, if I do say so myself. I also play the saxophone, because I always wanted to play in a swing band, but don't exactly have the vocal skills to do so. As far as normal subjects go, math is by far my best- that's why I can break magical codes.

F a m i l i a r ?
Meet Gatsby, my absolutely precious little familiar. For the record, yes, I do realize that he is a mouse, and therefore can easily be stepped on and killed. I prefer not to think about it- besides, I gave him a little stone to wear around his neck, no bigger than a pebble, that makes it so that people's feet will stop a few inches above him, as though a plastic bowl is surrounding the little fellow. True to the character of a mouse, he's paranoid and overly cautious at all times. I'm not exactly reckless, but his careful nature makes me look like every step I take is a risk. Despite being cowardly, he is incredibly intelligent and loyal, probably smarter than I am. I just wish he would calm down more.


P e r s o n a l i t y?
Just as a warning, my personality probably isn't the most fascinating in the world- I'm no moody Circe, or a completely reckless but spiritual Puck kid. I guess I'm pretty nice, the sort of person that can be relied upon to be there with a helping hand when it is needed, or share in the joy of another when necessary. I'm the type who you can brag to without feeling arrogant, or at least I must be by the way that people see me as their designated 'listener'. It's not that I'm particularly quiet, either, though I guess that none of my abilities require speech, and are all more hands-on and figuring out than being eloquent with talking. Okay, fine, I guess that I can be sort of quite from time to time, but that isn't because of a distinctively shy nature exactly. I'm as competitive as the next person, and prefer to be surrounded by people than to be by myself, as nice as peace may be from time to time. I'm not afraid of speaking to others, and can actually be quite opinionated about certain topics, due to my fairly strong sense of wrong and right. So why don't I talk a good deal? It is an unfortunate thing, but I have this stupid stutter, a medical condition that I can't seem to get rid of, because it isn't something that I am able to heal, and as it is due to erratic shooting of chemicals in my brain, I can't just talk over some past trauma that may have caused it. Instead, I'm stuck with being the idiot who can hardly speak a coherent sentence without sounding like a fool. After a while, I just decided to live by the quote 'Better to be silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt', or however those words go. So I don't speak much, because I'm embarrassed.

It can sometimes be painful, though, when I really just have to say something, because my competitive or opinionated nature is triggered by the words of others. Usually it is Gatsby who reminds me that I will simply look stupid no matter how intelligent my response is, because it will come out in a way that is difficult to understand. Maybe if I were a telepath, I could just speak to people mentally. Unfortunately, that is not an ability which I possess. Despite this fear of speaking due to embarrassment, when I do speak it is always honest, and I am not usually a very timid person otherwise. I'm the one who will jump into action if I think that it is warranted, even if there are dangers- especially if it is to help someone. I guess I have a Hercules complex or something, but no matter how much I hate someone -and I definitely hate some people- I cannot just leave them to suffer. I've been tricked before because of this urge, because if there is even the smallest chance that they are genuine in their need, I cannot let someone down. Or else that one time will be the one where I really could have helped.


L i k e s ?
+Gatsby, my Familiar
+Books There is a reason he's named after a book character
+Making Jewelry
+Helping others
+Coffee
+Hot Chocolate
+Winning
+Sports
+Competitions
+Easy codes
+Clear communication
+Dancing

D i s l i k e s ?
-Circe kids
-Stuttering
-Losing
-Codes that I can't solve
-Dead Flowers
-The Smell of Smoke
-Cigarettes
-Alcohol It smells bad, tastes bad, and makes people do stupid things. I have a low tolerance, anyway.
-Being Mocked
-Letting others down
-Asparagus
-High heeled shoes
-Fast talkers
-Cats

H i s t o r y ?
I was born as the first child of Mary and Joseph Fischer, two Australians who had only recently moved to the states, specifically to Baltimore, Maryland. They moved because my dad had gotten a job as a literature professor at UMBC, University of Maryland in Baltimore City. Half of the reason that they took the job, though, was because they already knew a few people who lived in the area, thanks to a fairly old-fashioned hobby of theirs. My parents were, and still are for that matter, big fans of swing dancing and the culture that comes with it. Ever since I was a child, I was going with them to Charm City Swing, although I started out just dancing with my dad or mom now and again, and otherwise hanging out in the corner with a book or a puzzle to occupy my time. After a while, my mom bought their own ballroom, and so I started being around the swing dancing scene more and more. Looking back on it, learning to dance so early was pretty cool, and plenty of brilliant people are into swing dancing. I was dancing with people who would go on to be pros when they were older, known as the daughter of the owners, and of one of the most beloved swing-pairs in the area. That by no means entails that my parents were particularly wealthy or famous- swing dancing scene isn't exactly an expansive one, although that was the revival era, in which some people decided that it would be a totally fantastic idea to by zoot suits and such (Swing stuck, that particular bit of fashion did not). We were middle class, and lived in the slightly wealthier part of the pigtown area. I was raised around a diverse group of people, and I guess that made me more accepting of others, and is the reason that I'm not particularly judgmental until someone actually says or does something I find offensive.

When I was around seven, I began to notice that everyone was connected by these funny red strings, which crisscrossed all over the place. My mom and dad were connected by a tight knot, I was connected to friends by strings that looked taped together, etc. Everything I saw was what was, not what would be, of course, but I was pretty much obsessed with those strings for the first few months that I saw them. I would duck around them, making people give me funny looks, and try to tell people of the status of theirs (this being around a year or two before I finally gave up on trying to speak with that wretched stutter). I first experimented with my mother and father's, wondering what would happen if I loosened the knot. Almost instantly, they began to get into arguments, drifting apart and speaking in hushed voices about the other having 'changed'. Terrified, I retied the strings and watched them mend once more. From thereon, I resolved never to cut or untie strings, because it only lead to unfortunate things. I discovered my ability to heal when I was ten, about a year after I'd gone somewhat silent- I found a five year old girl with a cut open knee sobbing on her own, and leaned down to inspect it. Suddenly, my hand was glowing, as was her knee. When I moved my hand, the cut was gone, and apparently the pain as well. I ran to the ballroom and told my mother about it, in a series of choppy sentences, and this was when my abilities were revealed.

Coincidentally, one of the swing dancers there happened to be an ex-student of Fae, and he overheard my conversation with my mother, and came over to see whether or not it was true. He asked me a series of questions, and came to the conclusion that I was, in fact, a Magick User. He explained this to my mother and I, and mentioned a place for people like me- for us, I guess, if you include him in the grouping. He wrote down the information for it, and went back to dancing with his partner, a striking women with heterochromic eyes. My mother told my father about it, and they decided to send me to the school in a few years, when I was older. Three years later, I was going to Fae for the first time, with the promise to return in the Summer. When I arrived, I heard about the different houses and immediately thought of Hogwarts. It now occurs to me that perhaps those books had been based on Fae. Being a large fan of Harry Potter, I had been hoping to be placed in Merlin. Fortunately, I was, and I am ever-thankful for that, because I adore my house and all of the people in it. I still return home every summer, and help out at the ballroom when I do. I've been trying to get some other Merlins to try swing dancing, but no luck as of yet. All in all, I'm glad enough to be here.









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  • Aedan McKlellen

  • Alejandro Villanueva

  • Amarina King

  • Aurora Carrington

  • Cheveyo Qaletaqa

  • Chrissa Arnolds: ヅ ヅ Chrissa and I have been roommates for a while now, and we've been friends since we both enrolled at the same time and were put into the Merlin Coven. We get along quite fantastically, though she also has the tendency to keep me awake with her late-night movie marathons. Her ability to summon the clones of Greek Gods fascinates me, as well, because I love things like books and mythology- I'm jealous of it, honestly.

  • DeAngelo Pagliarelli

  • Divinia Doriano: ヅ I guess that this'll sound kind of strange, because she is in Circe and viewed by many as evil incarnate, but I'm fairly close with Divinia. For whatever reason, when I first started here I guess she pitied me or something- maybe it is because I was teased for my stutter when I first came here, because it means that I can't use any verbal spells? I don't really know why she decided to like me, but she's like an elder sister to me. I admire her confidence, as well.

  • Drago Pagliarelli

  • Eileen Fischer: ◑ My relationship with myself tends to vary- I'm not overly self-conscious or anything, but sometimes I can't help but dislike parts of me- it is rare to love every part of yourself, I think.

  • Ethan Holler

  • Ever Daniels

  • Iain McLean

  • Karol Angelo

  • Kwan Xong

  • Phoenix Ventris

  • Pippa Le Feuvre

  • Romeo Guarini

  • Sasha Romanova

  • Xavier St. John

So begins...

Eileen Fischer's Story

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Among the Merlinites stands a young woman with dark hair and chocolate eyes, quiet as many of the others chat and jest about how they are going to do during the duels. This is not due to a particular lack of social tendencies, for the young woman does like company as much as the next, but for lack of a natural eloquence that she believes should be required in general conversation. This silence is not noticed very easily, however, now that they have moved on to the hands-on training, practicing defense and attack strategies against each other in order to prepare for the Medeans. One thing about that house to be envied is their diversity, something which would give them the edge in the duels, certainly. It is a fairly recognized truth that the Merlinites will use white magick, with perhaps the exception of some gray thrown in here and there, and therefore counter attacks can better be prepared against them. The Medeans, however, have a great range of specialties and skills, able to dip into dark or light magick as though they are standing in the key spot to reach out and grab either side of the table. Besides that, battle magick isn't really the type which Eileen specializes in. Her protection magick is quite good, perhaps, but one cannot simply defend throughout the entirety of the fight. Unless you wear them down and then attack, she thinks to herself whilst maintaining a protective shield. Many major spells require words to be spoken, and that is clearly something that she can't do without screwing it up because of her damn stutter. It is rather likely that her part will be a combination of healing and doing physical work- she had always been the athletic sort, after all. Technically, she could work to unravel the ties between the Medeans and cause feuds. However, she is a Merlinite, and using the power she had over the connections that bind people is against her morals.

Eileen could feel a slight squirming in the front pocket of her aviator jacket, alerting her that Gatsby had finally gotten around to waking up. What's going on? Are the trials today? He squeaks nervously, the mouse's head peeking out of her pocket slightly to look around before hiding back into it, the pebble around his neck not giving him much reassurance. I don't like this. That Professor Romeo guy is running it, yeah? Oh my. Don't get killed, Eileen. Be careful. Run away if necessary, okay? Those Medeans can be scary, the familiar continues in that anxious way of his, one which makes the young woman want to roll her eyes a bit. I'll be fine, Gatsby. Go back to sleep- you are going to distract me.




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The Medeans were supposed to have met with Professor Kwan to prepare for the coming trials today, but James had made the executive decision to take the scenic route on his way over, though he does indeed head in the general direction of where they are supposed to be going. One flaw with his abilities is that they all require some sort of physical contact, something that he muses rather wistfully while walking. This would mean that he actually needs to get close enough to touch someone in order to use any of his specialties, and his main talent requires the presence of someone else. All the same, his ability to broaden the range and increase the power of someone's spells is quite useful, for it can make a mediocre spell grand and a powerful spell unimaginable. It is a pity that his ability doesn't work on himself- the only effect it seems to take on the young man would be the fact that he feels every emotion to a far greater extent than other people tend to. That hasn't really been the greatest thing for him, even though his happiness is about as good as being high because of the surplus of chemicals charging through his mind. James turns a corner and sees some of his Coven -though by all means not all of them- in the distance, headed by Professor Kwan, the Jade Child who mentors the Coven. He had once thought to ask what being a Jade Child meant, not being particularly well-versed in old mythology, but simply brushing past the professor had given him knowledge of it, though not all for her mind was well guarded, and that had been back when his control over his own abilities was somewhat. . .lacking. There is the sound of barking behind him as a medium-sized Shibu Inu runs up to the young man and jumps on him, though too small to knock him over. He grins down at Jessie, his familiar, Where've you been?

You are the one who left without me. Couldn't have waited a few more seconds? The dog scolds before falling into trot beside him as they reach the Medeans and join the group, though slightly on the fringers.

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Chrissa was In Merlin. While this may seem a meaningless piece of information, Today it wasn't. Today was the day of the bi-annual trials, It was Merlin vs Medea. Professor Angelo was taking the Merlinites to train, and Chrissa was amongst them. To be perfectly honest, Chrissa felt pressure every time a battle came along. Don't get me wrong, she liked battling, but she felt awkward battling. Chrissa has the power of imagination. Anything she imagines come to life in front of her very eyes, the only problem is, others can't see the things she creates, and even if they do, her creations appear faded and grey In colour. They can feel them sometimes. It wasn't the most battle-friendly skill. 

She sighed. She had put little effort into what she was wearing, a leather jacket, purple blouse and dark jeans. She had quickly ran a flat iron through her hair at the last minute, so it was beginning to get wavy. She smoothed it down and turned to her friend, and roommate, Eileen. She had a stutter, but Chrissa didn't care. A person is a person- plus she was awesome. 

"ugh, I'm so tired. I swear I will never watch a movie at two in the morning again!" she gave out a small giggle "don't tell anyone, but I'm really nervous. You never know what to expect from Medeans."

She skipped breakfast, and was hungry, so she dug inside her jacket pocket and found a packet of slightly questionable mints. While eating the mints, she started thinking about what this year will hold. What she didn't know was that if would only get tougher from here.

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"I'll never watch a movie at two in the morning again!" At the sound of her friend and roommate, Chrissa's, voice, Eileen looks over and smiles warmly, remembering how she had needed to fall asleep with headphones over her ears in order to drown out her roommates movie marathon. Eileen had always been a light sleeper, and the girl's habit of such things had never really helped out with her trying to get more sleep at night. Still, such little things would hardly stop the young woman from being fond of Chrissa, who is her closest friend in Merlin, and perhaps in the school in general. They get along well, as Chrissa hadn't had a problem with her stutter, even when they first met and Eileen had stammered out an incredibly awkward attempt at introducing herself. "Y-yeah, maybe cutting d-d-d-down on th-the movies would b-be wise," she responds, trying to hold off the stutter as much as possible, but failing quite a bit. It is an improvement, though, for when she first came here the young woman mostly refused to speak because the stammering was so bad- her sentences had been nearly incoherent, making her seem like a complete fool every time that she opened her mouth to speak.

When Chrissa confides in Eileen her nervousness about facing the Medean coven, known for their mystery and range, she only offers a comforting smile to her friend. The young woman doesn't admit to her own fears, because she worries that doing such a thing might make Chrissa more nervous, or something of that variety. Besides, there are some useful abilities in Merlin- perhaps if she were facing someone alone, Eileen would be more nervous (not to say that she isn't a bit anxious) but as that isn't the case her confidence is a bit higher. After all, while her magick may not be particularly battle-prepped, there are some Merlins who can boast of some adept abilities when it comes to this sort of thing.

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"Y-yeah, maybe cutting d-d-d-down on th-the movies would b-be wise,"

Chrissa nodded in agreement. She gave a slight smile as she remembered Eileen trying to get to sleep with headphones on. That girl was a very light sleeper. Anyway, she had finished watching all of the movies, so her late-night movie marathons were over… for now.

Chrissa searched through her pocket. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular; it was just something she did when she was anxious. Unsurprisingly, she found her cap. You might be wondering why she has a cap stuffed into her pocket. Well, it isn’t just your average cap, it’s an invisibility cap. It randomly showed up on her bed with a tag saying ‘put it on’. Knowing how curious Chrissa is, she did. She decided she was going to take it into battle, no one knew about it, except from Eileen, and it would give her an extra edge against the Medeans. She grinned at Eileen mischievously, and Eileen could probably tell by the Yankees cap in her hand that she was up to something. Chrissa played about with her hair, and waited for Proffesor Angelo to speak.

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"You missing one, Kwan?" As a member of staff approaches, dragging an unfamiliar young woman with platinum blond locks and an expression of great irritation, James looks over at him and smirks slightly at the look of unhappiness on the girl, who is probably one of the new students. He hasn't seen her around, but then James didn't come to the school early this year- he only really arrived a day or two ago, and hasn't bothered to look for any new faces, because doing so didn't really seem to have any use for him. The young woman is fairly attractive and looks like she has a completely nasty temper, but doesn't look particularly harmless either. He therefore doesn't pay a large amount of attention to her, though Jessie growls slightly, looking somewhat annoyed at the presence of the girl. Her familiar is a cat, the canine familiar explains, spitting out the last word as though it were one unfit for polite society. Jessie seems to follow the pattern of her species with her great dislike of cats- she just seems to find them endlessly aggravating.

James only snorts in amusement at his friend's typical reaction, Calm down, Jessie. I hardly think that the cat will be an issue for you. He scratches the dog fondly behind her ear.


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The next time that Eileen glances over at her roommate and friend, the young woman is pulling out a familiar Yankees baseball cap, one that Chrissa had shown her a while ago, as well as told her about its mysterious appearance and the cryptic note which had arrived along with it. Chrissa grins at her mischievously when she catches Eileen glancing over at the cap with curiosity. She's going to use it in the trials? Well, I guess that will help against the Medeans, Eileen muses, the thoughts prompting Gatsby to poke his nose out of the jacket pocket again to look over at the hat, which he recognizes as well, of course. The furry little guy seems as though he is about to say something, but only sighs mentally before falling back into her pocket to curl up and sleep, because he hadn't had anything to block the movies' noise last night, and thus had been left more awake than Eileen had. She doesn't say anything, primarily because she uses her words somewhat sparingly, although less conservatively around Chrissa, but also because Professor Karol appears to be about to speak once more.

And speak he does, voicing the concerns which Eileen had been feeling, about the versatility of the Medea coven and how they would use it to their advantage. He advises that they remember to keep up a strong defense, something that Eileen is actually quite good at, especially when she is also wearing one of her own pieces of protection jewelry, and to only attack when an opening is clear. That doesn't really leave much room for risk, but it is the system that Eileen would have gone with anyway, because her offensive abilities aren't strong enough to randomly shoot around. She notices that the professor soon frowns, and guesses that it is due to the absence of two prominent members of the coven- Aeden and Atreyu.

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As Professor Angelo spoke, Chrissa became less and less nervous. She was reminded that Merlin also had versatile abilites, for example herself, she could control ice, imagination and... greek gods? She glanced at Eileen. She'd obviously seen the New York Yankees cap that Chrissa was still clutching on to. She reached inside her bookbag, which looked like an oversized messenger bag, and to her surprise found a chicken baguette. She happily eat the sandwich, after all it was better than eating slightly out of date mints.

She sighed lightly. She was going to practice summoning a god. Before you ask, It isn't the actual god, more like a clone of them. She wasn't in the mood for fainting, so she would try something easier than the three main gods. She closed her eyes, and whispered the words 'Θεοί και Goddesses από αρχαιοτάτων χρόνων, βοηθείστε , μου ...' even though it wasn't Ancient Greek, normal Greek seemed to do to trick. Smoke swirled around the small space in front of her, until a human or human-like thing materialised. The goddess had long blonde hair that came down to her lower back, bright ocean blue eyes and a shimmering white dress that was adorned with gleaming crystals. There was only one person it could be... Aphrodite.

"Hello, my name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty and pleasure." She smiled, and it felt like the whole room lit up. "I was sent here to bring you this" she handed Chrissa over a can of Coca-Cola. She was confused, but still smiled. You don't want to get a goddess- or a clone of them- angry.

"What exactly is this for, your highness?" Chrissa didn't really know what to say to Aphrodite.

"It's love potion, sweetie. And just call me Aphrodite." She winked. "You'll need it soon if what i've predicted is right... anyway I'd better be off. Got things to do back in ancient times. Bye!" Without a warning, Aphrodite was gone. Just like that.


[I'll have Ryder up by tommorow in my time- which is British time XD]

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Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Eileen Fischer Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici Character Portrait: Chrissa Arnolds Character Portrait: Karol Angelo Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong
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James had only just turned his eyes back to Professor Kwan when the cat from before, the one who belonged to the girl with platinum blond hair, suddenly launches itself at Jessie, who had done nothing but growl at the wretched little furball. The cat claws at Jessie's muzzle, causing it to bleed, but doesn't dart away entirely unharmed, for Jessie is no pushover. The dog bites down on the cats tail as it runs away, enough for a slightly sickening sound to be heard as the flesh of the tail bends beneath the canine's pointed and strong teeth. Certainly not one to be left in the state she is in, Jessie immediately darts after the slippery cat, whose name is apparently Beelzebub by the shouting of its name. Watching the two creatures dart away, James swears under his breath, but doesn't bother shouting out to the dog. He has been with her long enough to know that it would have no effect whatsoever, especially as she is out for revenge against the fleabag who bit her. Damn cat. I knew there was a reason that I hated the things. I mean, vicious is alright, but that was just annoying, and fucking psychopathic, he thinks with irritation, side glancing towards the owner of the abominable cat, who is being yanked back by her color to prevent her from running after the animals. Not that she would be able to catch up, of course, for both of the familiars are out of sight by now, likely to chase each other around the entire campus before hesitating in the slightest. Well, Jessie is, at least.

The young man watches Kwan defend Morgana, to some extent, not even bothering to look away- the rest of the class doesn't. She looks like a cat too. Morgana? That name sounds kinda familiar- like Le Fey?

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Eileen merely raises an amused eyebrow at Chrissa as the girl summons a clone of a goddess, one of her specialties, which turns out to be Aphrodite. It doesn't take a very large amount of focus for the young woman to keep up a shield, and her love for mythology and books has lead her to always be intrigued by her roommate and friend's gift with the figures of ancient Greek religions. What amuses her is the fact that the goddess hands a coke can, apparently filled with a love potion, and informs Chrissa with a teasing wink that she will probably be needing it soon. Honestly, Eileen can hardly think of a good reason for this, though perhaps she needs to tempt someone into their favor during the trials? Not that there aren't people, though not really in Merlin, who have the natural talent of inspiring lust, desire, infatuation, etc. Even Eileen, though she wouldn't dare, could prompt some sort of attraction between people with outstretched hands towards invisible strings that few others appear capable of seeing. Other than allowing her to keep people together, seeing the strings has also been able to alert her to the abilities of some others- for example, a strangely rapid knot formed when Sunday sings to someone, one which is tight and complicated, yet easily unraveled once her voice fades away. She is taken away from her distraction at the returning voice of Professor Karol, who asks that the coven now practice offensive and supportive techniques. This leaves Eileen in a slightly awkward position, though in the end she decides to protective supportive by encouraging unity.

When she had been younger, the young woman saw the red strings always, incapable of controlling the eyes which gift her with the ability to do so. It had been fascinating but often an inconvenience- which is why she is glad to now be able to turn the vision on and off, almost like flicking a switch. Eileen blinks, and by the time her eyes have reopened, in the manner of mere seconds, the world before her is crisscrossed with thin red strings which everyone else seems to ignore. She sees friendships, romances, unrequited loves and magnetic hatreds. She knows where all the familiars are by the distinct pink threads which tie people to their animal counterparts. Eileen reaches out a hand, to everyone else appearing to be reaching towards nothing, and takes a string between two Merlinites into her hand. It is one of friendship, but the connection is beginning to fray dangerously, symbolizing a falling out. The young woman, knowingly meddling in affairs which are not her business, places the frayed section between her palms, and then releases. The bond is sealed once more, though may still be severed if she does not interfere, should it reach this state again.