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Nikolai Roman

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a character in “Magic is Might II”, as played by ThatStupidPunk

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N A M E
Nikolai Roman

N I C K N A M E
Nik, Niko, The Gypsy, Roman, Gypsy Trash(Common amongst students)

A G E
19

G E N D E R
Male

S P E C I E S
Wizard(Rumored to be part elf)

S O C I E T A L . P O S I T I O N
Servus

S E X U A L . O R I E N T A T I O N
Pansexual|Heteromantic

E T H N I C I T Y
Romani

D O B
March 29th

H E X C O D E
69AD4C



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B L O O D . S T A T U S
Muggle Born

E Y E S
Green

H A I R
Dark Brown/Black

H E I G H T
5'6

W E I G H T
150 lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
If people were asked to describe the infamous Nikolai Roman they'd often simply say 'Gypsy Trash' based off the way he carries himself like his Romani heritage. He's most noted for his small stature that aids in the rumors of him being part elf which originated from a family folklore of how his ancestor once fell for an elf along with his piercing green eyes that catch every detail others overlook. Though the thing he's most proud of would be his hair that he's been growing out to reach past his chin. He recently went with a long undercut and is seen typically tying his greasy locks back in ponytail fashion and sometimes shaving the sides with fun designs.

Nikolai could be most noted for his flamboyant sense of dress that involves eye makeup and colored nails with as many accessories as he's allowed to wear. He wears three rings on his left finger. A ring on his middle finger that was given to him by his mother and may have been stolen, his house ring, and a ring on his pinky along with the two rings on his left hand he uses for his 'wandless' magic. He also is adorned in various occult tattoos that he adores to complete his 'gypsy' appearance.



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Arrogant โ– Eccentric โ– Troublemaker

Brave โ– Charming โ– Independent

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Nikolai is... Unique to say the least. He was never really one to make a lot of friends due to always moving around with his mother for their various cons and typical nomadic lifestyle. He was often alone with his mother making him independent. He knew how to fend for himself and use his skills his mother taught him like stealing and using observations to trick people. This became especially helpful when he was taken away form his mother and thrown into the servus class. Nikolai had to rely on himself and his skill set even further become a thief and a con artist just to get by. Unfortunately, old habits die hard and Nikolai still manages to steal even at school and often attempt to trick other students with his flamboyant tricks and false promises.

Nikolai is very much eccentric and flamboyant in everything he does. He has a habit of talking with his hands and making everything seem like a highly dramatic show since he tells every story like a play reenactment. He's very much theatrical in nature from the way he grew up and had to survive but it can be rather interesting watching him go off with his enticing stories that may be highly fabricated. He also carries himself in an arrogant manner that sometimes can rub people the wrong way. He's highly confident in himself and his appearance and quite frankly has stopped caring what others think about him. All that matters is he's amazing and the best shag in all of Remington.

Nikolai is very much out there but there is a certain charm about him that can make him somewhat enjoyable to be around. His confidence is a bit toxic and his ability to flirt with anything that moves is a bit annoying quite frankly but there's just something different about him. He's able to notice small details others often overlook and can come up with an entire story solely based on the contents of his room but his truly remarkable quality would be his bravery though it's often mostly stubbornness. Nikolai can't back down from a fight even if he knows he's going to lose. He's the kind of guy who's going to give his very all until the end even if it means his demise.

B I O G R A P H Y
Nikolai has never lived his life in one place. He's always been on the move with only his mother going from town to town using their 'psychic abilities' for money along with Nikolai often being sent off to cheat and steal just so they could get by. His father was never really in the picture as he abandoned his mother before he was born but Nikolai never cared. He adored his mother and saw her as his best friend. She would tell him stories every night about their once magical family of seers and the legend of how his ancestor fell for an elf and the reason for their once magical abilities. Nikolai never saw any truth behind these tails as they traveled around coning people with their ability to foretell the future and speak to the spirits along with magical elixirs that truly did nothing for the user.

That was until the day his powers came. Nikolai was young when he began getting visions in his sleep and unexplained things began to happen around him. He tried to hide he ended up using his new found power to his advantage as he traveled with his mother until the day they eventually got caught and he was ripped away from her. Nikolai was far too young to go to Azkaban so instead he was sold into slavery until the day he ran and away and lived on his own. this went on for sometime until he was eventually rescued at 15 by Remington Academy and is now being protected by them until the day he graduates and is all alone once again. Nikolai has nothing waiting for him when he leaves and he quite honestly scared.



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Q U I R K S
SNAPPING / / An odd quirk that Nikolai always does when performing wandless magic. It's become a trademark of his over the years.
HANDS / / Nikolai has a habit of being very flamboyant and talking with his hands.
CARDS / / Nikolai has a special deck of tarot cards that are about the same size of playing cards. He's always seen shuffling them or laying out different spreads whenever he's bored in class.

L I K E S
FLIRTING / / He's known for hitting on anything that moves.
GYPSY MAGIC / / He enjoys the stories his mother used to tell him about gypsy witchcraft.
SEX / / He's a stereotypical man.
MOTORCYCLES / / Nikolai adores motorcycles and finally worked out a spell to get his to fly.
STORIES / / He loves telling stories as much as he loves listening to them.

D I S L I K E S
AUTHORITY / / Nikolai has never been talented at listening to authority.
DRESS CODES / / He'd rather wear something more romani and comfortable.
PUREBLOOD ELITISTS / / They're simply inbred assholes.
IGNORANCE / / He despises ignorance even if it's sometimes true when they speak about Nikolai.
BOREDOM / / Nikolai being bored means trouble.



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H O U S E
Orenda

G R A D E
12

W A N D
11 in|Rigid|Ivy|Unicorn Hair
His wand isn't the most powerful but it's strong in the magic he's spent years trying to master and it's very special to him. He barely had money to afford getting the wand but the shop owner had taken pity on him and gave it to him at a cost he could afford with the little money he had left from the muggle world.

Q U O D P O T
Nikolai is the seeker for his house Orenda. He has a great eye and has done a good job as the teams seeker along with show off his bravery during matches since he never seems to give up even when others attempt knocking him down. Nikolai uses the latest Nimbus as a broom that wwas mysteriously gifted to him since he could never afford to get himself a decent broom.

P A T R O N O U S
Coyote

B O G G A R T
His boggart cycles through everyone he's ever cared about asking him who is and answering by saying he is nothing, worthless, and just Gypsy trash.

S T R E N G T H S
SHAMANISM / / The main study of his house and Nikolai's greatest strength. He's spent all his years at Remington trying to master the art of calling onto spirits for magical guidance and using it towards different forms of healing and light magic. It's even come useful to deciphering his often vague visions.
DIVINATION / / Nikolai never expected to be a seer as he spent his muggle life with his mother as a con artist pretending to invoke the spirits. He's rather talented at faking it but he's learned since coming to Remington that he truly has the gift of sight though his visions are never quite clear.
HERBOLOGY / / Understand muggle plants came easy to him when his mother would have him brew false elixirs for clients though he's also proven to have a green thumb at Remington as well.
POTIONS / / Nikolai has a great talent at brewing potions and has been working on making enough batches of Liquid Luck for the sake of selling it to students. Old habits die hard.
CFMC / / He's surprisingly talented with creatures even of the magical variety.
DADA / / One of Nikolai's favorite classes and the one he's managed to put enough time into to get high marks.
HEALING MAGIC / / He enjoys healing magic and is very talented at it. Shamanism has also aided him in mastering this talent.
WANDLESS MAGIC / / Nikolai's form of wandless magic isn't truly wandless. He uses two magic rings to aid him and often snaps while muttering a certain charm. he does this because of his elven heritage rumors and because it's a fun little trick. there's a few spells he does non verbally as well like the disarming charm or apparating while he snaps.
NON VERBAL SPELLS / / This was tough to master but Nikolai has finally gotten the hang of it. It's most useful when using healing or defensive magic.

W E A K N E S S E S
DIVINATION / / His visions are never quite clear or make much sense to him.
POTIONS / / He's a talented potion maker though he struggles with anything that has to do with potent poisons.
ANCIENT RUNES / / He may understand runes and their many meanings but he's never actually payed any attention in that class.
TRANSFIGURATION / / He's simply a complete nightmare at transfiguration.
ALCHEMY / / He's never quite gotten the hang of the transformation aspect of alchemy.
HISTORY OF MAGIC / / Nikolai knows the magical history his mother would tell him in stories but that's about it. He also often falls asleep in that class.
DARK MAGIC / / He simply can't bring himself to do.
VOODOO / / There's a certain darkness about Voodoo that Nikolai doesn't enjoy and why he refuses to practice it.



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A F F I L I A T I O N
Quite honestly, Nikolai would prefer to worry about himself than choose a side. Of course he dreams of a society where he isn't thrown around and forced to live on his own but at the same time it wouldn't entirely matter if thing could change. If Nikolai had to choose, he'd choose the side he knew was going to win.

F A M I L Y . T I E S
Dario Bratian|Father
Destiny Roman|Mother

F A M I L I A R
Nikolai seems to have multiple fury creatures that he's taken in as his pets. There's his favorite of the bunch, Alastor, his loyal Pixie Bob that he rescued off the streets. He has a strong mental connection with his cat from using shamanism though Alastor is the mind he rarely chooses to intrude since Nikolai has the most respect for him. His other pets would include Thunder the black mink and Lightning the albino ferret. Thunder and Lightning spend most of their time with Nikolai and often follow him from class to class in his bag clouding his mind with their constant banter.

Then there's his owl Goliath the Northern saw-whet owl. Goliath is only a mere 6 inches and is usually seen running around his room and sometimes jumping on the shoulders of different students when he escapes Nikolai's room. His final pet would be Destiny the snake that's probably his favorite and named after his mother.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S
Nikolai is most known fir his two magcal rings that he uses to perform wandless magic. He keeps one on his thumb and one on his index finger on his right hand and is never seen without them. He also keeps a special necklace around his neck at all times. It's one of the few things he has left of his mother and he claims it heightens his inner eye but that's false. There's no magic stored in it he simply just likes the constant reminder of when his mother would where it around her neck.

Nikolai is also know for carrying various objects for divination but he's most known for his pocket watch that he says can be used to tell someones future even though he makes up the predictions. Nikolai mainly uses it as an anchor whenever he's practicing astral projection.

So begins...

Nikolai Roman's Story

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Evelyn Wright Character Portrait: Koda Cheveyo Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman

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Iโ€™m on the hunt. Meet up for lunch? Dom read the note with an amused scoff, glancing to his friend as his lips curved into a smirk.

"Looking good as always Dom. I do enjoy seeing you in a tie... The things I could do with that tie." Dominic's expression of response was a cold deadpan. Honestly, Dom was used to Chase's flirtations by now. It was a part of Chase's personality, and the game of smirks was something he seemed to constantly be playing. There were occasions when he had to remind himself that it was just that, a little fun, as Blue had a knack for faux sincerity. It was charming, really. And frustrating.

"Annyeong, Dom. Have a nice sleep yesterday?" Dom smiled at Vincent, offering a firm nod of affirmation, and a warm mhm. Actually, no. He'd had a rather nasty nightmare last night. His boggart had seemingly escaped into his dreams. But he wasn't about to mention it.

Fee's arrival quickly took Vincent's attention, and he offered her a casual wave as he leaned back in his chair.

"Mornin' Fee. Sleep well yesterday, sweetheart?" Fee glanced to the other members of the group, noticing Timothy avoiding meeting her eyes. For but a millisecond, her smile faltered, but then she was back to brightness, and she replied cheerily to Vincent's query. "Yes, thanks. You?"

She didn't get to hear his reply though, because Vedika clapped her hands firmly together, notifying them all that class was officially in session. Having overheard Vladik's angry comment, her lips had only curved into a smirk, not surprised by the boy's distaste. Divination was different from most classes. Most classes, even someone with no skill could study, could practice, and, usually, could get better. But divination? Divination required a natural talent, it required sight. It was a pretentious-sounding thing to say aloud, but it was true enough. If one couldn't see, one seldom ever would.



"Alright. I marked your cartomancy externals over the weekend and the results were... varied." As she spoke, a stack of papers rose into the air, and began floating down the row between the desks, each graded test landing gracefully in front of its respective owner. She smiled, "f you remember, I also promised that I would reward the five five students with the highest scores. Helena Eld. Nikolai Romain. Ophelia Hahn. Orchid Grimsbane. Moira Blackwood. Ten house points each."

She sighed, and the curtains flicked open, letting in the sunlight and brightening up the room. On each desk, a steaming teapot and three tea cups appeared. "Now, with that out the way, get into groups of three." As the class began to move into groups, she spoke over the chatter. "Before we move onto the next topic of oneiromancy, I figured we'd have a bit of a break, and go back to old school tasseography."

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Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman

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This was just a very ordinary monday morning with divination class for Leiyona. Lying face down almost melted from the chair on to the desk, her two braids spreading out from each side, making her look like pippi longstocking. Well maybe a mix of pippi and sleeping beauty- considering what Yona where doing. Outside her window, the branches where dancing softly in the fresh autumn breeze and a lonely blackbird was seated on the windowsill on the other side off the antique stained glass. Ofc, Leiyona did not take notice, she was quite occupied with squeezing her cheek against the top of the round table and groaning every now and then - thinking about how she was "snoozing" on borrowed time.

Since Leiyona hade been unwary of who had entered the classroom during the last 15 minutes, she had missed out on Collins arrival and his cheerful smile. But now; as she glanced through her thick eyelashes with a blurry vision, taking a sneak to her side, she could see the familiar silhouette- who at the moment where exercising tricks with little Vinny.

Suddenly, her mind where wide awake again and her muscles on the alert. She sat up from her chair and rushed over to her fellow Orenda. It was really like pressing this on/off switch. And when Yona was on the go, she really was this living whirlwind. Now standing in front of his table, both hands leaning on the desktop as she bowed down her head and panted a few breaths.

"You should have woken me up. I was worried you know!" her face was demanding, but at the same time it showed how much she cared: deep wrinkles on her forehead and two shiny big eyes staring at her friend Collin. She leaned in a bit closer, giving Vinny a fast soft stroke on his back.
"Your dad.. have you heard anything?" soft like honey, whispering. Words just brushing over her lips and barely creating any sound. Leiyona was worried after all. She knew it was a delicate matter, and not something for all students to hear. So she raised her eyebrow, giving him a "meaning" look while slowly regaining her breath and waiting for his answer.


In the corner of her eye, she could register a turquoise skirt and brown long curls, meaning professor Kang had most certainly entered the room. She turned her head to confirm her suspicion. "Gotta go Col. Kang is here. We'll catch up later, key?" she managed to utter before walking back to her seat at the window. On her way there, she could swear she saw a flash of surprise on Kang's graceful face as they walked passed each other. Most likely when Kang noticed that Leiyona was not sleeping - but up and walking!

Leiyona did not have anything against Kang, at all. She actually found the gracious and mature seer very cool (especially when standing up against Vlad)- main reason being how she was so prideful about her subject, divination, and getting all cold when students doubted or insulted the content of the class. The teacher herself, however, did not seem very fond of Yona though, and those firm claps where often a way to wake her up. Leiyona would often excuse herself with "you know how the visions comes to me in my dreams" and Kang just looking at her with this sharp look - being able to tell lies from the truth..

Back at her table, she corrected her braids who'd gotten all messy after the nap, and started to arrange her books to the suggested pages. She yawned when the parchment paper of the graded test landed on the desk in front of her, then scratched her neck a bit lingering. Leiyona may be useless at predicting the future - but she just knew her grade would be a total disaster. And turning over the paper was just confirming her fears. Despite studying like crazy, she did not possess the ability. The end- regardless how hard she tried. And getting high grades on every other subject would not be enough. If she was going to have any chance at follow in her mothers footsteps, and becoming a healer, she would have to get good overall grades on her O.W.L s (divination included...)

She moaned as she dejectedly collapsed at the desk with a thud. Lying face down, a second time, her hearing was her primary sense. "Oh, Kang... This is one of the reasons why you're my favorite." A familiar voice found its way to her ears, giving her a shiver. Leiyona could recognize that stuck up, confident voice anywhere. Nikolai...

She closed her fists, arms lying in front of her at the desk, and every muscle in her body tensed up. Almost holding her breath, still facing down, waiting for him to choose a seat. Footsteps sounding closer and closer.. She let her fingernails dig deep in to her palms, trying to calm down her racing heartbeat with the feeling of feeble pain. Could this day get any worse? First the grades and now she had to deal with HIM. She exhaled, loudly, as he sat down next to her, and slowly got up from her lying position.
"Looks like you're stuck with me if you want to pass, sweetheart." Now sitting upright, Leiyona rubbed her right cheek with the back of her hand- trying to get rid of the red mark her powernap had caused.

"Wow, lucky me.. i feel so.. honored" her words where dry and ironic (especially having in mind that Nikolai flirted with pretty much everything that moved). Normally she would have snapped back at him as her countermove. But not today, she was just not her usual feisty self right now. Her grey eyes where hazy with defeat and she was quite.. numbed.. after realizing her career choice might be falling out of reach.. Maybe it was a good thing pairing up with Nik this time? Just maybe. He was quite talented at divination.. Slowly she came back from her sedated state, now noticing how he was sitting a little bit too close, and with his arm around the back of her chair. Put together, it made her feel fenceless- so she lifted her right foot under the table, placed in on top of his left toe and pressed down.

"I guess i can bear with you, this once" weak words with a soft sight. She started to pour up tea in all 3 teacups, never knowing who might join them. One elbow on the desktop and her chin resting in her palm. Leiyona reached for her teacup with her other hand and brought it towards her lips. They had to drink it before being able to read the future.
"Slรกinte"
she said in her gaelic scottish, giving Nikolai a forced smile before taking a sip.

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Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman

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Nestled in the city of Portland, there lies a quiet little street, or at the very least quiet for the time being during the morning hours, removed from the typical hustle and bustle of the Mundane and Magical worlds colliding on Union Pathway. Yes, you could still hear the call of traffic, the constant noise of people making their way from point A to point B or just wandering โ€“ whether they be tourists taking in the sights or residents content to be lost. The point remains that the street that would grow more colorful as the day grew longer is relatively quieter, the roar of the city dulled almost to a murmur of background noise. And, on today, if you were to be on that street, you could also hear a green-fire crackling to life as the Floo Station became in use. Inside said fireplace was eighteen-year-old Maximus Alderward, his attention firmly on dusting the soot from his travel coat before stepping out into the shopโ€™s main pallor room.

Unlike most people his age attending Remington, Maximus wasnโ€™t spending his early morning sleeping in, or exercising, or studying, or some manor of careless frivolity, of just doing whatever, consequences be damned. He was traveling from an impromptu weekend trip his father, Raucus, had required of him as a learning experience of the families business venture; returning back to the preferred predictability that his life had gained over the past few years upon attending the school, though he personally doubted the ability that he would arrive on time by this point. But it was safe, it was structured, it was comforting, and, most of all, it was home, a better homeโ€ฆ

Dark eyes flickered towards the desk where an elderly wizard waited, and upon catching glances, the man stood from his seat and disappeared into the backroom, while Max strode up to come to an idle halt, feet spread and hands tied loosely behind his back as he waited patiently. It wasnโ€™t long before the gentleman returned carrying an aged, but respectable Nimbus broom that he passed it over the counter to the young man who took it up in a light grip. โ€œThank you,โ€ He mused, softly, as he flicked his fingers to spill a few coins unto the top to convey his appreciation further (though he need not, because heโ€™d already paid more than enough for the Broomโ€™s safety in his absence). Turning on his heels, Maximus made his way outdoors, and it wasn't long before he was airborne, flying steady without woe of being seen because such an occurrence was not an uncommon sight for the Mundanes anymore, returning to Remington.

Quite unlike the mundane-born Gypsyโ€™s entrance mere moments before, Maximusโ€™ late arrival into the classroom was a far subtler entrance. His broom and travel coat, minus the โ€˜fur-liningโ€™ around his neck of Oscar, his familiar, having awoken in a โ€œfineโ€ mood of hackles raised and teeth barred in an unwelcoming snarl as he dutifully trotted at his heels, had been left in his boarding room โ€“ the same place a new addition of a messenger bag, full of books and notebooks and self-inking quills, was collected for the dayโ€™s use. But his attire was one of a proper member of the Purus class was expected to wear (if somewhat less expensive than most, even though he couldโ€™ve afforded more), and was following the schoolโ€™s dress-code to a โ€˜Tโ€™.

Max flicked a glance down towards Oscar with a pointed look, and the familiar reluctantly obliged (at least this time) to curl into a discontented ball of fluff and righteous anger besides two other familiars, dog-Crup hybrids, to wait for his ownersโ€™ return at the end of the lesson. With that taken care of, he slipped into the Divination classroom without a physical word, but managed an apologetic nod to Professor Kang during the midst of her announcements โ€“ as he snatched his floating paper out of the air, and he took a seat in one of the few remaining open. Happening beside Torrence, to whom he offered a friendly tilt of his head of a silent โ€˜Good morningโ€™. The two werenโ€™t necessarily friends, but acquaintances that got on quite well and understood each other on a basic level more or less. The seating arrangement could have been far worse, given how late heโ€™d arrived.

Maximus took a quick, appraising moment at his paper, finding his grading to be adequate yet again, before stuffing it into his bag; in return a book, promptly flipped to the page they would be looking at for the day, notebook, and quill, were removed in turn for the class. As the steaming teapot, three cups appeared, and no immediate offer calling for his attention to join a different group of three - he stayed put where he was with Torrence, reaching for the teapot to pour his own cup before carefully passing it to the other boy so he could serve himself as well. He gingerly sipped the hot liquid, blowing on his occasionally, as his eyes flicked back and forth over the page(s) - reacquainting his knowledge of the old-school tasseography, before reading could commence when the tea had been drunk.

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Character Portrait: Moira Blackwood Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Vincent Chang Character Portrait: Vladik Roman Volkov Character Portrait: Vasilia Anastassia Volkov Character Portrait: Kieran Grimm Character Portrait: Ophelia Hahn Character Portrait: Collin Huff Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Dominic Hahn Character Portrait: Timothy Lester Cohen Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Orchid Grimsbane Character Portrait: Vedika Kang Character Portrait: Ramsey Blackwood Character Portrait: Drachen Eld Character Portrait: Helena Eld Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman

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_____Orchid bolted up out of bed at the crack of dawn as Orchid always does; with a hail of blankets and curses. Once you've lived your whole life with it you start not to mind it so much, but the headaches never get any better. She only assumes it's normal, after all extensive use of magic can drain even the most astute wizards and witches, Orchid is no different. Every day as far back as she can remember she wakes with a pain in her frontal lobe. No doubt because of how many metamorphases she'll go through in one day, even the involuntary ones. Then there's class and practicing and all manner of shenanigans that certainly add to the riff raff going on in her little skull. It would be maddening if she wasn't already a bit mad herself.
She sit in bed for a while and rubbed her temples, the sharp pain slowly dulling into a livable ache. After breakfast and a nice hot bath it usually went away until the next morning. With this thought in mind she removed her fluffy blankets with a sigh and moved to the communal bathroom to do normal everyday bathroom things like washing hair, applying makeup, etc. etc. Most would assume Orchid would simply change her face to look as if she had already applied her makeup instead of preforming the teadious action herself. Orchid would be the first to say absolutely not. The mere idea of holding a face all day long is not only tiresome to even fathom but nearly a larger waste of time than doing it herself. Besides, painting the face was fun and Orchid was good at it. She did always take extra time to make sure her hair dark purple locks were curled just right and her clothes were ironed. She even made sure to spritz her favorite perfume, a warm sandalwood scent. She giggled as she drew up her gray stocking over her knee and up her leg. Oh yes, the picture of perfection indeed. The irony was never lost on her and never ceased to amuse her.
Headache, and now toiletries, out of the way, Orchid sat for a moment on her bed and at 2 or 3 granola bars, not feeling especially up to walking clear across campus for normal breakfast when her first class was half the distance. She was anything if not resourceful. They were bland as can be but she wolfed them down quickly and moved to grab her backpack and sweetie bag. As much as she would like to completely replace every facet of her diet with an absolutely comical amount of sugar, a witch needs her nutrients. Not to mention the all manner of ghosts and ghastlies her mother would send to torment her had she gotten wind Orchid wasn't eating her apple a day.
Headache, then toiletries, and not food over and done with, she walked over to Fernando's cage and smiled sweetly at the sleepy little carnivore before softly rasping on it.
"Bon dia Fernando. ร‰s el moment de comenรงar el dia , una preciosa."Good morning Fernando. It is time to start the day, Precious One.
He gave the sleepiest little yawn and stretched out his crystal-white wings before blinking tiny, bleary red orbs at her and squeaking softly. She cooed happily and opened his cage slowly and carefully used her finger to wedge under his little toes so he latched onto her rather than his perch. She finally drew him out and held him up so that his upside down face was level with hers. After the gentlest of Eskimo kisses she moved him toward her shoulder. He got the hint after some nudging and, with obvious batty grumpiness, fluttered about for a bit before perching on her shoulder and hiding his face in his wings.
"Res d'aixรฒ es bat travessa . Vam dir anem a comportar-se mรฉs o menys m'ajudi T'estic canviar de nou al carrer rates."None of that you naughty bat. Today we're going to behave or so help me I'm switching you back to street rats.
He gave a small squeak in submission before softly burrowing in her hair and nuzzling her head. She made a kiss noise and placed her backpack on her shoulders before finally setting off to class. It would have probably gotten underway right now, but if she knew Kang, she wouldn't be any good until her second to third cup of tea. She, of course, listened to music on the way and decided to forego mentos for a sucker today since it was morning and she'd already brushed her teeth. This one was strawberry of course since it was her favorite flavor, and she had a good bounce to her step as she made it to class just in time to see Kang handing out papers. At least she didn't miss anything important. Though, when she heard her name in group with the best grades she couldn't resist a small jig before fully entering the class. She knew she was good at Divination and didn't need the validation, but that doesn't mean she's not one to like her ego being stroked every once in a blood moon. She couldn't stay receded in the darkness for much longer though as the blinds were pulled apart with a strong amount of light filling the room. Naturally, Fernando, hissed and screeched before spearing up into the rafters to brood.
"I hope it's nice and dark up there, Nosferatu,"she said under her breath as she rolled her eyes. Cat was out of the bag any way, so she sauntered down the aisle waving at the other students in the class. "Hello everyone!"
Normally this would seem odd, but for almost everyone in the school Orchid could boast, if not neutral, a friendly relationship with and this was the quickest way to make everyone feel included. She was a politician, she was a friend, a judge, or even a confidante. She was what she wanted to be, and she didn't see a point in being nasty to anyone...yet.
She saddled up behind Helena and looked into the air at nothing in particular. The sugary treat made a pop as she pulled it from her now red-stained lips. While she was closest to Helena, she spoke at a volume that at least those surrounding could here. She did give Helena a look before exclaiming dramatically with her hand gracefully befallen her forehead,
"Oh my! Little Lonely me with no partnership to be found! What is a witch to do?"




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Character Portrait: Chase Beckett Character Portrait: Leiyona Evelyn McFleirn Character Portrait: Torrence Hollingsworth Character Portrait: Maximus Alderward Character Portrait: Nikolai Roman Character Portrait: Jupiter Kuehlem

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โ€œMind if I join you all?โ€

Maximus blinked at the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, sharply pulling his eyes away from his freshly inked cursive notes of the date and Tasseography Review, his open Divination text-book, and the partially full of tea cup heโ€™d already started sipping on โ€“ while the rest of the set remained untouched as of yet by Toric beside him, who last heโ€™d caught out of the corner of his eye had been off-looking to snag a third-partner for the lesson heโ€™d assumed.

Dark eyes met blue, pleasantly polite and hiding well the surprise that Chase had left the group that contained so many of his friends to come over and ask to join the drastically quieter pair of young men โ€“ and yet it was infinitely a far safer than some of the other options left available for the Mundane-born, and Max was not of the mindset of inflicting that cruelty on anyone if he could. And Chase was one of the few, far more friendly acquaintances Maximus had than the majority of those of the Mundane birth within the castle walls โ€“ regardless, they got along just fine.

โ€œNot at all,โ€ Max mused lightly, his eyes flicking to Toric briefly to know his thoughts on the matter at hand โ€“ only to find the other somewhat grumpy suddenly for whatever reason after Orchidโ€™s loud announcement / arrival and sullenly started flicking through and absorbed into his divination textbook. He returned with an even look to Chase, his shoulders shifting to convey a mixture of apologetic shrug and sit on down gesture all in one towards the other; before flicking his hand towards the set in an idle gesture of will, the tea kettle rattled a moment before steadily rising to fill the last two cups and then settled back down with a gentle clink, the two filled cups gently scooted towards either side of Max, for Torric and Chase respectfully.





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Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. Jupiter felt it far too often at times, and when she did โ€“ how she wished for it to all end, but knew that there would not be such an end that was worth still living for. Sometimes it was bearable to be near someone, to touch them on some level that was deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there was a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there was for her. It didnโ€™t even have to be someone particularly nice. She did not have to like them, she did not even have to want to work with them, and hell she might even want to punch them in the nose. But, sometimes just making that connection was its own experience, its own rewardโ€ฆ The head-nurse of Remingtonโ€™s that morning, however, could be an exception as far as Jupe had been concerned!

More than late enough to class from an impromptu check-up to make sure she was healthy enough to return to classes again from the last Moon three days before causing an unfortunate handful of new marks stretched across the skin of both her fore-arms, that had been stitched together with the old needle and thread method because there was only so much magical healing a body could take at any one time. Tired as a puppy, even though the mound of make-up she wore made a good attempt to limit othersโ€™ abilities in noticing such, or so she liked to believe; and twice as hungry, having been unable to snag a very much needed breakfast to put the pounds sheโ€™d lost back on again.

Jupiter made a reserved entrance into the bustling divination classroom, taking a rough guesstimate of what they were to be working on today (it wasnโ€™t like she had a lick of the sight, to actually be certain) and knowing the apparent need to get into a group of three. With a lazy flick of her wand to send the neatly folded paperwork of her โ€˜Releaseโ€™ from the nurse and a pair of make-up essayโ€™s towards Professor Kaneโ€™s desk, before making her way to a still open group of two Orenda students sheโ€™d spotted towards the back of the classroom - one in particular a Divination wiz!

โ€œMorning,โ€ Jupe chirped towards Nikolai and Leiyona, attempting to haul forward a genuine smile and squash the flickers of a unnecessary pained grimace that truly wanted to come for. โ€œMay I?"

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Leiyona finished her cup in no time - she'd always been a fast drinker. After taking the last sip - she passed the cup to Nikolai.

"So what horrors does my future await. Please tell me king of Divination..." Yona said and sighted in boredom, but then she heard a voice. When turning around, she noticed how Jupiter had walked up to join the two of them. "Morning" followed by "May i?". Yona nodded and smiled like an idiot, maybe a bit too enthusiastic. How lovely, they had gotten a 3rd member of the group! She did a hand gesture towards the empty chair and her face was shining like the sun.

"Of course!" she said as she moved the 3rd teacup to Jupiter. A part of her knew that Jupiters reason for joining them probably was the king of divination himself sitting there, but Yona did not mind- she was happy as could be not being alone with him! Now Nikolai would not be able to pester her as much at least...

She leaned back in her chair and raised one eyebrow when looking at Jupi, remembering how it had been fullmoon only 3 days ago. Her sharp expression was asking herself if this 3rd member of the group was in the state of "friend or foe" but she softened when Jupiter sat down. Maybe her "nurse" instinct kicked in and she leaned closer to try and see how bad the damage was this time. But since Jupiter was wearing long sleeves, it was impossible to tell.

"How are you Jupiter? No need to pretend" she said with a soft tone and her worried wrinkles in her forehead had once again appeared. Waiting for Jupis answer, she also waited for them to finish their tea. Leiyona had passed her cup to Nikolai and he was supposed to pass his to Jupiter and Jupi hers to Yona.


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Timothy just kept smiling, with a silent "i bet you will" as response for Vince's answer. He knew his friend was well capable off taking down the levau assholes without damaging or moving his hat as much as an inch. Timothy on the other hand was the opposite- he would normally just let them beat him up beyond recognition -except for that stubborn grin ofc, which never seemed to go away.. Listening to the second half of Vince's "good morning chit chat" made Timothy tilt his head to the side. He'd always been very transparent in his facial expressions. Right now the slightly open mouth and lingering (thinking hard) dark eyes told the spectators that Tim had no clue what Vince whas talking about.

"Who's Hugo?" Then finally a flash of his perfume bottle was seen while searching his past memories. Timothy grabbed the sleeve of his grey knitted cardigan and sniffed it a few times - like the fragrance would trigger anything. "Ooh right.. thank you.. i guess" a voice that sounded a bit distant as Tim continued his trip down memory lane.

The perfume had actually been a gift from his parents, in one of their many attempts to buy his forgiveness and get rid of the guilt they feel for "abandoning" their son. Normally, Tim never used his parents gifts - most of the time being fancy clothes, expensive watches and so on. But when it came to perfumes, his mother did have a better taste than himself (he was completely lost when it came to that kind of stuff, probably just ending up buying the closest bottle and then smelling like an old Troll)...

When returning to reality Tim noticed how the class was about to start. The graded test was lying in front of him on the desk, and there was also a teapot and some cups. Apparently tasseography was on the schedule. When turning over, Tim confirmed what he already knew. He'd passed with flying colors in some mysterious way - like always. Even tho he wasn't one of the top students - he seemed to have the "gift" of divination. Quite unexpected for a big goofy dude, but then - he did have his head in the clouds most of the time.

The groups started to form and Tim sat in silence and anticipation - watching how Chase left their group and joined Torrence and Max. Tim hated this kind of tasks - forming groups by own choice. Something that often ment he was left out alone because no one wanted to team up with the wierdo. When Dom left for Kieran and Helena - Tim looked down with an apathic expression. Vince, Flowergirl and Ophelia was surely going to group and Tim would be the leftovers. That was what he thought, until her voice sounded.

"I guess that leaves us." Tim watched with big eyes as she took a 4th cup from an empty table and brought it to theirs. "We can just be a four, right?". His shoulders sank probably an inch in relief, but then he felt as how his heart skipped a beat. He was in the same group as Fee and Flowergirl! Ophelia who made him shy and Flowergirl who seemed to avoid him. But then.. She had given him a smile this morning! Maybe Flowergirl was generous today... Even so - thank god Vince was there to protect him from the scary girls.

"Ooh, hot. Hothothothothot..." Tim was fast to look up when hearing the words, and watched as Ophelia winced in pain over the hot teapot. His mouth tensed up in a narrow line and he looked quite annoyed rather than worried. Thinking he should have done it instead of her... it was not like he felt any pain, but even if he did - he would not hesitate to take it upon himself instead of Ophelia. Thankfully Evelyn seemed to tend for her hand at least... "Next time... Just let me do the hot teacup thing" he mumbled quiet. Not that he was angry or anything (even tho he might have sounded like it)..