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Kain Solomon Sparrow

"Dragons bring sparks of life; I am here to show that they can also take those sparks away."

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a character in “Dire's School for Aspiring Hunters”, as played by Starfletcher

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Dire's School for Aspiring Hunters

Student's Name: Kain Solomon Sparrow
Student's Age: 18
Student's Height and Weight: 5'8", 155 lbs
Student is orphaned: Believed to have abandoned his old life, family included.
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^Minus the cat, of course.
Field of Study: Maestro
Weapons of Note: Quarterstaff that is also a Longspear, known as "Dragon's Fang." The spear retracts into or extracts out of the shaft to change between the two. Also has a small harp that is easy to carry.
Grimoirs Read: "Faeries Aire and Death's Waltz"
Spells Created: "Dance of the Dragon's Ballad": A trance-like state that Kain enters by repeating steps to a stunning dance he composed himself. By doing so, he gains extreme awareness and fluidity in combat, allowing him to sense what occurs around him without necessarily seeing it. The dance includes dodges and strikes, and so can be done during combat without interruption.
"Waltz of Unending Fire": By retracing this blindingly fast waltz, Kain can spring forth orbs of fire that attach to his weapon, allowing him to shoot them like lobbed grenades. These orbs of fire are quite diminutive in size, but expand outwards greatly when they explode
"Storm of Flare's Light": (harp required) The notes of this calming song are so bright that they ignite in the air, allowing Kain to place small flares of light as he moves about. These flares typically hang in the air, suspended, but can float around and attach to something that Kain seeks while he plays this song.
"Call of Dragon's Flight": (harp required) While Kain begins to play this song, the intended target of this music will begin to grow leathery, draconic wings. As the song reaches its climax, the wings are fully grown and are capable of giving a person flight, although maneuverability depends on the recipient. Additionally, it only takes but a few notes every so often to keep the wings from fading away, allowing Kain to grant them to himself, fight in mid air, and not lose the wings.
Religious Teachings: Unconcerned with the religious; that decision will happen when it gets to that point.

Student's Performance Notes: Kain is very non-talkative. He tends to keep to his own tune and beat, and often fails in social situations and morally gray areas, simply acting on a whim. Although, he does seem to have random bursts of emotion, typically an outburst of a strong feeling such as joy or depression, and many people think it unhealthy. They wouldn't know the truth, though, about Kain's past since he's never told anyone. Regardless, his talent with his weapon and synergy in battle is refined, almost rehearsed. As a Maestro, his music uplifts the call of ancient dragons gone by, granting him the gifts of fire, flight, and grace. However he never speaks about how he was able to charm the powers of these ancient beasts, or pretty much never speaks at all, actually. It is rare to see him go out of his way to talk to someone, but he won't exactly shy away from a conversation either(when he does speak, he tends to be very refined, giving only his best). He is focused on the practical; his duty, his mission, and how to better himself. And that's not likely to change for a long time.

Student history: Kain lived a life of poverty for all of his childhood. Never able to go to school, he instead abandoned his family at the young age of 7 to join a group of thieves, who promised him a better life. Needless to say, that was all wrong. He spent much of his time with them in either shackles, doing their dirty work, or getting beaten whenever he failed to do something. With such a harsh life, Kain only could turn to one thing; the music inside of him. Somehow, despite all of the terrible things around him, he did not falter; he did not quit, or run away again. Instead, he made himself follow his own rhythm, and didn't let these thieves slow him down. Picking up the small dagger they gave him, and his family's harp, he left burning ashes behind him; ashes of criminals.
After Kain cleaned himself of his own work; he noticed something. He noticed how horrible it felt to end a life. However, thinking back, he thought it also necessary. So, then, was the necessary a horrible thing? Was life a necessary thing? These questions tormented the child for years, and by finding even a slight answer, it only brought more questions. So, he did the only thing reasonable to keep himself alive.
Kain shut down his emotions. He become an artist, composed and only focused on the practical. However, that beat, that rhythm of his never wavered. In fact, it was only empowered by his utter concentration that he could see the world around him more clearly. He thought this was for the best, that his emotions were unnecessary tools of self-pain, and so by abandoning them, he gained insight. While he cannot exactly go back to being a cheerful young boy who could easily walk up to a stranger and ask a question, he isn't completely lost. He only recently applied to the Dire's School for Aspiring Hunters after hearing about it through some rumors, and has been known to be quite enthusiastic, happy, or even stubborn in bursts of emotion, but for the most part he keeps composed.

So begins...

Kain Solomon Sparrow's Story

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Kain stared as what seemed to be an armoured transport stopped near where he was standing. Out came a woman, taller than he, and visibly....are those scars? He did his best to compose himself as he walked up to the girl, noticing what looked like a case. "Enchanté, mademoiselle," he greeted. "Would you like me to carry that for you? It seems quite heavy, and I don't have much of anything to carry."

There was only one explanation for Kain actually initiating conversation; he was uncomfortable. He lived most his life away from an actual society, and so this was beyond unfamiliar to him--it was alien. Unknowing of what he was supposed to do, Kain thought it best to rely on those who did, and to learn. Learning, and adapting, to what was going to be his life would be the most important keystone in his survival here. And while this girl seemed new as well, she definitely wasn't inexperienced, just based off of seeing that transportation of hers. She was his best chance.




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Kichiro pulled up at the front of school in a car that was probably beyond repair. It was silent the whole way to the school. Kichi's father didn't glance at him once throughout the whole trip; probably still hated Kichiro for putting his wife in hospital. She deserved it really. His father let out a sigh, almost annoyed that he had to finally speak up. "Goodbye Kichi." Was all he said. Kichiro was surprised he said anything at all, shocked and feeling quite hurt really, he looked to his father who was struggling to keep his gaze away from his son; he seemed sad and Kichi felt that his father was forcing himself to stay angry at him.
"Bye Dad." He replied before removing himself from the vehicle, grabbing his small suitcase and waving goodbye. Of course his dad didn't wave back and simply quickly took off. Kichiro sighed, trying not to let it dwell on his mind as he walked towards the entrance of the school.

"So this is the place." Kichi studied the large building with judging eyes until he noticed a few others up ahead of him. One man was offering a female help with her luggage, although in Kichiro's opinion she looked more than capable. Another male with white hair and a scarred face caught his attention, he looked like he'd been through some shit. Perhaps he underestimated how serious this school was.

Two large doors had been opened just as he arrived, he felt slightly uncomfortable as the teachers seemed to be sussing them out. Or maybe he was just being paranoid again. Kichiro simply stood there silently, watching the others curiously. If he had to stand there too long though he'd start to get bored and probably give others some trouble.

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Sophia Rosendahl
Sophia sat in the back seat of the principal's car as they drove along down the twisty and turny roads of the mountain, Ms. Scott carefully reading the directions she had been sent along with Sophia's admission letter - "Turn left" Sophia interrupted Ms. Scott's internal thoughts, "Yes, I know Sophia" Ms. Scott replied in her as-usual teacherly tone, "Turn right" Sophia said, "Yes, I kno-" "Turn left!" "Sophia! BE QUIET!" Ms. Scott shouted, Sophia sat back in her seat and grinned, looking out the window as Ms. Scott continued on driving up the winding path of the rocky mountains, mumbling the directions under her breath in obvious confusion now that Sophia had successfully gotten her flustered.

Eventually the two ended up at their required destination, Ms. Scott put the car into park and peered out of the window with a slight tinge of worry on her face. Sophia was already out of the backseat, violin case in one hand, suitcase dragged along behind her in the other. There already seemed to be a crowd of a few others outside of the gates, "Hi guys!~" Sophia chimed, addressing the whole group regardless of gender despite having called them all 'guys'. Ms. Scott trotted after Sophia in a hurry, struggling to breath as she got to where Sophia was standing and placed her hand on Sophia's shoulder, "D-don't run off like that, Sophia" Ms. Scott wheezed, then attempting to cover it up as she saw the others whom Sophia was talking to, "Oh. Uhm. Hello." Ms. Scott gave a weak smile and pathetic wave to the group, which made Sophia's eyes roll, she would have argued about how 'un-cool' Ms. Scott was making her look in front of everybody, but she was distracted as she heard a clanking and a creaking of the gates being opened. From beyond the large gates, Sophia spotted what she assumed to be the teachers and in front of them, the principal. A wide grin spread across Sophia's lips, she couldn't wait to start using her magic more and more, her mind got lost in thought of how awesome her time here was going to be - so much so that she didn't even hear Ms. Scott say her goodbyes, and to get annoyed when she assume Sophia wasn't listening. Ms. Scott then proceeded to shake her head and turn, walking back to the car and getting in it to drive off, somewhat relieved to finally be rid of Sophia.

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"Well, we're here now. Patraeko." The deep, monotone voice of the aged hunter spoke out. Leaving the old, beat up truck as he did so. He was equipped with a large amount of technological weaponry, surrounding his body to the point that his dark grey clothing could only just be viewed from underneath the equipment. Following him was the particularly young hunter-in-training. The Russian cyborg known as Patraeko Payemyndii. Wearing his usual attire of a black trench coat, left unbuttoned to reveal his white shirt and black trousers underneath. Along with his sheathed silver longsword clipped to his belt. His metallic hand reflected seemed to glow as the rain bounced off the structure.

"Well, this is a... Good place. I guess. Could do with some freshening up." Patraeko replied, not really caring much as he glanced around at his fellow students. His organic red eye darted around as the double zig-zagged shaped pupil expanded and contracted, measuring the energy of all which surround him. His other eye, cybernetic, glowed blue, the single darker-blued strip of a 'pupil' moved side to side.
"It still looks the same as when I attended this place. Brings back some good memories. You better be good." The hunter continued, crossing his arms in the process as he scanned over the teachers, hoping to recognise any of them. Of course he didn't, it's been such a long time since he graduated after all. "Anyway, I better get going. I think I left the oven on. You have a nice time, be sure to contact me when you can!" The final words from Patraeko's 'guardian' was spoken before he climbed back into his truck and drove off, in a rush, of course. Same as always...

"Yeah, I might need to talk to you about demonic energy." Patraeko replied to himself, muttering under his breath as he stared towards the white haired student, his "The Will" manifestation in his eye allowing him to see the energy held within and around the character. "Let's hope it's just a power-hungry asshole."

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Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Terry Collins Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz

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Ragonalia Ashengritzs

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Ragonalia walked through the large double doors. She was a little late but she didn't care. Her green, vast eyes scanned her surroundings. It was a quite large school, unsurprisingly, and she could see the dorms out one of the windows to her left. She turned to her right and headed to the information desk. "Where's my first class?" She asked and the lady at the desk tried to be polite. "As of right now no one has gone to their classes yet, but I'd be happy to give you your schedule. It'll have the room numbers on it." Ragonalia just nodded and took the paper when the woman gave it to her. She looked it over then gave it to Cerin, who's head peaked out from under her clothes and he took it back in her clothes with him. She walked over to a bench and sat down, opening a book of a strange language and began to read.

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The rain was still coming down hard as Simon walked the rest of the way to the academy. He had elected to leave the taxi he had taken from the airport and walk the rest of the way as he felt the fresh air and rain would help him wake up a little after the flight and subsequent car ride. He held a large umbrella above his head that did well at keeping a good deal the rain off of his grey longcoat. Over his shoulder he carried a duffle of his personal belongings, and on his hip he wore a rapier. He walked with a long stride and did his best to hold his head high, despite a nagging nervousness he felt.

He arrived after a few minutes of walking and joined the crowd of people who were already here. A group of more experienced looking individuals stood apart from the students, so naturally Simon assumed they were the teachers. Looking around again he noticed that there were hardly more students than teachers. He leaned over to a young looking girl carrying a violin case and inquired "Pardon but, is this everyone, or are we still waiting?"

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Sophia Rosendahl
The man's talking broke Sophia out of her day-dream, surprisingly, and made her look around for a moment, realising what he had said, "Everyone?" Sophia surveyed the small crowd of people; she saw several males, only one other girl - as far as she could tell. One of the men seemed..oddly perplexed, his eyes were bloodshot and he seemed to be trembling somewhat as he downed a bottle of pills. The next person she saw was a lone student whom seemed almost entirely made up of metal, though interestingly enough he still seemed to still posses around 60% of his real flesh. To the side of the group, hanging slightly back, were two students - a male and female, the male seemed to be offering to help the female with her luggage, but she seemed perfectly capable. Next Sophia's eyes fell on the other lone male with white hair, and a dark look in his eyes, she squinted her own eyes at him, something about him seemed vaguely familiar..she just couldn't place her finger on it. Lastly, Sophia returned her gaze to the man who had starting speaking to her, and gave a simple shrug, "I dunno 'bout everyone else here, but I'm waiting to go inside - this rain is getting annoying." as she spoke, Sophia tilted her head back, peering up at the sky as water rained down on them all.

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Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Terry Collins Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz

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Ophelia leaned against the doorframe as her four staff members stepped forward, sheathing the weapons that had taken many monstrous lives in years prior. From behind them, she spoke again. "Well? What are you waiting for, Soldiers? For the next years of your life, you belong to us. You will train hard and learn your enemy. Are we clear? You're not just doing this for yourself anymore. This is war."

Image "Miss Dire speaks of truth, Childs. War is a grim event. Many not make it back." The maintentance man, clad in heavy armor and gas masks, strapped with more weapons than a small army, began to speak. "Is being of reason we teaching you. So you make it back. Now, Techticians, line up before me. The faceless man stood at attention, holding his rifle as if he were a soldier in formation as he waited for the students who wished to learn the intricities of making traps and machines to kill their foes to line up.

Image"Now, fuck that! Anyone who wants to shoot shit to death get over here." The woman with... was that a skull? yeah. yep. that's a skull. skull gasmask to be more specific.

what the fuck are these teachers on.
As the students began to congregate around Jane, she shouted loudly in the direction of the teacher to her left.
"Hey, music boy. I'm declaring your entire class a bunch of pussies! later!~"

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The handsome guitar player to the immediate left to the woman who was clearly unfit to teach a dog to sit, let alone teach an entire class of students how to become soldiers, responded to her jibe by rolling his shoulders forward slightly and moving the cigarette between his lips from one side of his face to the other. He turned and flared with his hand. "Maestros. Here.
The oldest looking of the teachers made a purring noise as she began strutting down the stairs. Her predatory eyes glimmered as she eyed the remaining students - acolytes, of course. She stopped before a group of six male students and twirled, falling back as they instinctively caught her. "My class can go to the west wing. Onward, boys~"
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Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Terry Collins Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz

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Ragonalia Ashengritz

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Ragonalia rolled her eyes as her teacher tried to make the boys in the class swoon, she stood up and headed towards the teacher, silent, her movements fluid. She looked over the boys, some of whom seemed a little flustered at their teacher and she rolled her eyes again. When the teacher said where they were going she began to head in that direction whether the other's were with her or behind her, held up by the teacher herself.

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Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow

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Kayha frowned, her hand tightening on the handle of her suitcase. The young man who approached her - shorter than her - gestured towards her bag full of armaments and offered to take it. Sure, the case was heavy, but she was fully capable of carrying it by herself. Letting go momentarily, she began to sign, "No thanks, I-" Her hands twisted into the strange, unfamiliar signs of The Inquisition's sign language. Blinking, she began to repeat herself in international sign, "No thanks, I can carry it myself." The stony in-expressiveness of her face shifted ever so slightly. Brows drew together ever so slightly, her lips pressed together into a slightly thinner line. It occurred to her just then that he might not know sign-language. To make her point extra clear, she pointed to her bag, pointed at him, then shook her head in the negative.

When the teachers began to move, Kayha's eyes shifted between all of them. Though the loudness of the woman with the gun ground on her nerves - in fact, everyone was rather loud - she seemed like the best choice to follow. The sheer amount of guns made her a little uncomfortable. She owned a pistol and was proficient with, but she'd never been excellent with it after she lost her eye. Many monsters relied on their physical or magical abilities rather than the abilities of technology. Melee weapons were perfectly useful.

Forming up in front of Ms. Harbinger, Kayha offered a sharp salute.

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Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: [NPC] Jane Harbinger Character Portrait: [NPC] Ethan Maelus Acing Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow

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Kain Solomon Sparrow

Huh. That was rather...interesting. Kain wasn't sure what to think about the teachers, as he still held a hand out to Kayha for a brief moment to offer his help, it was now retracted back to his shoulder, nervously. He merely waved to Kayha, deciding to open his mouth again, "Sorry, er, I should get over to my class," he continued, before backing away from her and walking over to the Maestro teacher. "Good luck!"

What a sight, Kain thought as everything the teachers had done in introduction rolled through his mind. That Soldier...was definitely different. And what was this about calling the Maestros pussies!? Kain sighed. He wanted to show off, but...that wasn't something he would have preferred to do. It was so much easier to wait in the shadows, where he could do what he had to do but never had to prove it. But that didn't matter anymore. At least his teacher was calm. He was going to a school to learn to fight better; he had to suck it up now. Things will get better. Hopefully.

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Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Terry Collins Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Image"A-Ah sorry! This is all I've got, dude. Listen I can give you free music. Free music! Look me up! TK on bandcamp! Ow ow!" Takumi struggled to pull the rest of his bag out of the back of a taxi as it revved angrily starting off without him. He stumbled back and dropped his gasmask just as the Taxi drove off kicking dust and mud up towards him. "H-HEY MY SUITCASE! It's not my fault they only gave me 50 for a cab ride here!.....sure I bought a gas mask with it...." He trailed off and picked up his gas mask, dusting off the dirt from it with his sleeve. "Asshole."

He sighed and turned to face the school He turned his vibrantly designed cap backwards and grinned, his toe tapping along to music only he could hear. "Fucking yeah man. Time to rip."

He bobbed his head and did a spin finishing with some excellent footwork that successfully magnified his uniquely douchey atmoshphere. "Right on, brother."

He hurried up the steps his backpack slung over his back and hopped onto the railing to get a good look at whomever still lingered outside. He cleared his throat.

"Hello hello!" He had an odd accent, strongly New Yorker with a little bit of a japanese tint to it. Instantly it seemed music had been triggered from nowhere. It seemed to be one of those cliche 90's rap beats chosen uniquely for TK's introduction. He snapped his finger bobbing his head and flashed a rather charming smile. "TK's the name I got music and fame from Jersey to Maine. I got a typical story with a typical family but don't take me too lightly I'll play you nightly, rightly" He winked "I command the music got blues, jam, that groove shit, I'll make you all move shit and groove-it like toons, shit. You got demons and curses, I got beats, sick and verses, bring the hearses, and the nurses, cause they've earned it, Good game, bitch."

He ended it, flashily, if anything. Of course there was little to no applause but he grinned anyways. "TK on bandcamp, look me up!" He finished before hopping off the banister and marching confidently for the door to the inside. It was no mistake he was pretty much an idiot who didn't have a clue what he'd signed up for.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: [NPC] Ethan Maelus Acing Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Kain Sparrow

Well, this certainly wasn't expected. After some scrutinizing of the other students, as well as the entrance of another, Kain was led through with the rest of the Maestros to what looked like one of those acropolis buildings. The style was lost on him; with no formal study of such things, he could only assume it was a reference to something. Nevertheless, there were no classes today, it seemed.

No classes meant personal study. If he wasn't going to be instructed, he would practice what he already had, as he had done for a long time to perfect his style and grace of musical magic. He separated from the group, taking his harp and quarterstaff with him, and, taking off his glasses, begun to recite his Dance of the Dragon's Ballad, an organized dance of steps that begin slow and quickly ramp up into a flurry of steps and swings. It was both beautiful and frightening, as the steps were practiced as a battle tactic, it seemed, based off of how he struck with his quarterstaff. Of course, he did not do so to gloat, and he did not care if anybody watched him. What mattered was precision, grace, and mastery. And the only way he would earn those was to repeat and practice what he knew.

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Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Terry Collins Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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When they arrived at the Acolyte private wing she looked around curiously at the hundreds of books she saw. She'd be spending a lot of time in here she could tell. She glanced over as the teacher spoke and rolled her eyes 'What idiocy' she thought when she mentioned the game and how it was sooo easy to get on her good side. When she announced that today would be a free day she set her stuff down beside a chair, grabbed some books on magic, and sat down to read, seeming to not care about anything other than learning more.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Ethan Maelus Acing Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Sophia Rosendahl
Sophia followed on through the building, humming happily to herself as she looked around the Maestro's wing and familiarized herself with each and every architectural detail - Sophia was a stickler for detail, she'd developed the habit of making a mental image of every room she entered ever since she'd been transferred to boarding school; her lessons were all so long and boring, what else was someone to do but count the number of tacks on the wall or how many pencils the teacher had in their pot.

"A free period?!" she chimed, looking at the teacher with wide, mischievous eyes before letting out a hearty, "Woop!" and twirling around on the spot, swinging her violin case in full range of anyone nearby, possibly hitting them also. Regardless of if she had hit someone or not, Sophia was too hyped up about having free-time to notice, "C'mon buddy, let's go find a spot to practice." Sophia pulled her violin case up into her arms once more, giving the exterior a gentle kiss before letting it swing by her side again as she skipped off through the classroom in search of a good enough spot to play her music.

After searching every inch of the room at least five times over, Sophia settled herself almost mid-center of the room, pulling up a stool from one of the easels to place her violin case down upon, exercising great caution as not to get any scrapes or scuffs on the leather. Once satisfied with the gentle handling of the case, Sophia would pop the clasps, lifting the lid with a deep sigh as the contents of the case slowly revealed itself, "Hello again my beautiful Inferno" Sophia picked up the bow and the violin from the case, placing the chin rest beneath her chin, her face automatically nuzzling into the space crafted specifically for her. Suddenly, Sophia seemed like a different person; she looked calm, collected and way, way too quiet, except of course for the slight buzz of violin strings as she lowered the bow down upon the neck of the Inferno, letting the thin hairs of the bow gently caress the strings for a moment before beginning her song.

As she played, Sophia couldn't help but dance around to her own tune. Her feet moved in a slow waltz pattern, eventually building up to wilder steps until she was eventually spinning on her tip-toes, as she did so sparks few from the strings and crashed down to the floor, erupting into flames about her as she spun, creating a tunnel of fire, encasing Sophia within though miraculously not singeing a single hair - Sophia has yet to reveal the secret of how she stayed so fireproof.

[She's playing Tchaikovsky - 1. Allegro moderato (Violin Concerto in D op.35), for anyone whose interested]

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Character Portrait: Ophilia Dire Character Portrait: Patraeko Payemyndii Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kayha Bladeguard Character Portrait: Anselm Ermenegilde Character Portrait: Terry Collins Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: Simon Dupont Character Portrait: Ragonalia Ashengritz Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Ragonalia Ashengritz

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When they arrived at the Acolyte private wing she looked around curiously at the hundreds of books she saw. She'd be spending a lot of time in here she could tell. She glanced over as the teacher spoke and rolled her eyes 'What idiocy' she thought when she mentioned the game and how it was sooo easy to get on her good side. When she announced that today would be a free day she set her stuff down beside a chair, grabbed some books on magic, and sat down to read, seeming to not care about anything other than learning more.

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Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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ImageTK grinned, following their teacher into the Maestro wing "Sweeeeeeeeet! Free time fun time." He bobbed his head his mismatched eyes gleaming and ducked suddenly, smoothly transferring his momentum to perform a half spin break dance move and kicking back onto his feet finishing with a pose. "OH YEAH! Extreme beat! Watch out!"

He blinked watching the girl that nearly took him out as she spoke with her violin like it was a real person. He grinned, game on. There where two things he was ace at and that was sick beats and women. "Lady luck got me at heartbreak." He murmured. He lowered his headphones and sat down backwards in a chair to watch her dance as the music in his head only magnified the awe he felt. This was going to be an ace year, he just knew it.

"Every Maestro in the school be showin' off in here but the only talent I see is you, no doubt." He commented, smiling his lady catcher's smile. TK didn't merely embrace stereotypes, he created them, he was the essence of what anyone would expect him to be.

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Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: [NPC] Ethan Maelus Acing Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Kain Sparrow

Forward, swing, back, twirl... As Kain continued his dance he could feel its magical effects take place over him. He could feel Sophie's music resonating with him, only enhancing the trance he felt from the dance, and even the....creativity flowing from TK. It was then that he stopped moving, stuck in a pose with his quarterstaff behind him in one hand. The amount of emotions that Kain could feel from TK, it was almost intoxicating; at least to someone like him. It was definitely strange; he had never felt such a wave like that from anyone anywhere, and now all of a sudden it made him stop his trance to calm his nerves. It seems that this adventure...will be a lot more interesting than I first thought. After his performance was done and his nerves slightly frayed, he decided to sit. It seemed that the furnishings were more...laxed, which was fine to him. If he had the option to be comfortable while sitting, it was all he could ask for after an emotional strength like that.

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Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Image Takumi grinned, whisps of his vibrant hair clinging to his eyelashes. He leaned forward on the back of his chair casually causing it to balance on the back two legs. "For sure, babylove. You got skills to pay the bills."

He spoke in rhythm as if he where attempting to freestyle a poem to a beat only he could hear. He leaned back causing the chair to fall straight on all four legs with a snap then he leapt up to stand on it, posing once again like some sort of gangster he crossed his arms and squinted down at her. "Surely such a sweet beauty would do a duet with a star like me." The chair wobbled as he bobbed aggressively with his invisible beats. He hopped down and pulled his backpack off to unzip it and pull out a stereo. He crouched, fiddling with the buttons, it looked very different from typical stereos. It didn't have an ipod jack and had buttons with symbols neither of the other two would probably recognize. It was made specifically to channel the music that flowed from his mind. He looked up at her, for once not bobbing or tapping his feet to unperceived sound. He looked quite clear headed and his eyes glimmered with anticipation. "I could make your music breach souls."

He glanced over at the other student who'd been in there with them, Kain, and grinned. "You could join in if you'd like."

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Character Portrait: Sophia Rosendahl Character Portrait: [NPC] Ethan Maelus Acing Character Portrait: Kain Solomon Sparrow Character Portrait: The Great TK (Takumi Kiyoshi)

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Kain Sparrow

Kain looked up from his nauseated state, recovering quickly from the sickening waves of energy and emotion that he felt. "Who, me?" He asked, looking at the same source of that emotion he came into contact with earlier with a quizzical glance. "I'm fine, thanks. I prefer to practice on my own. Although I have no doubt that your capabilities as a Maestro could create quite a lot of magic in a duet."

With that, Kain went back to relaxing in his chair. This was quite a lot to take in, between the various personalities and even the building around him. This was going to be his life now. Kain gripped his quarterstaff, and with a solemn, gentle touch from him it shifted until it formed into a spear. In this sort of life...I'll have great use for you... he thought to himself.