Luke and Casper Elbaum


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a character in “The Academy for the Supernatural”, as played by Nephthys




Age — [18]
"There are two things people don't usually want to believe: that we're related and that we're adults. At least they don't think we're married."

Race — [Witch]
"Luke turns the people he doesn't like into rabbits! No, really. I'm not joking."

Sexuality — [Casper: Bisexual | Luke: Homosexual]
"Casper says each sex has its own benefits, but I've just never found myself attracted to women."

Height — [Casper: 5'8 | Luke: 5'11]
"I think Luke got all the good genes. The lanky bastard."

Weight — [Casper: 143 | Luke: 150]
"Luke's so skinny! He doesn't eat much, but he's stronger than he looks."


If anyone spins a grand tale of the wild children, Casper and Luke Elbaum do the job just right. One's never found without the other; though they have their differences, the similarities in their personalities and the sheer amount of time they've spent with each other have made them an inseparable pair. Be it talking to each other, fighting with each other, making mischief, or checking out cute guys, Casper and Luke are rarely apart.

"Yeah. I'm very rarely apart from Casper's constant stream of white noise. It gets tiring, actually."

Casper is something of a brighter personality, bold, loud, and ever-talkative. Usually, his voice will be the first to fill any and every room. If Luke wasn't there, most doubt he'd ever shut up. Casper can run his mouth for hours without stopping. He's bubbly, and he enjoys spending as much time as possible in the company of others. Though he does tend to share more information than he should and sometimes talks over others, he tries his hardest to be a likable person, and so far, he's succeeded well enough.

At times, Casper can be extremely blunt, but his candid personality also allows him ask for help when he needs it. He's a very humble, honest person who sees no point in being judgmental or thinking one's self better than anyone else. Among the (too) many questions he asks often lie the ones that no one else wants to voice. He can seem almost childlike sometimes with his direct and sometimes tactless approach to the world— and his constant hunger for fun. There isn't a time when Casper isn't either asking questions or clowning around. Sometimes, Luke jokes that he'd be right at home it a circus: he loves colors, jokes, and he'd make the perfect clown.

Because he's such a happy, bright-spirited person, Casper's quite hard to anger or even slight. He doesn't take things seriously, so it's nigh-impossible to get him to settle down to even consider taking the time to be insulted by something. He just brushes things off— even if they do mean something. Very rarely has he gotten into a fight; in fact, Casper isn't the touchiest of people, and he's likely to feel uncomfortable if someone comes up out of the blue and hugs him.

"Yeah, but Luke's always touching someone! So that makes up for it, I guess."

Luke is the more tactile of the twins. Though he's quieter— as he's had to be to make room for his motormouth brother— he likes to have physical contact with other people, as it's something of a language in itself to Luke. That's not to say that he doesn't speak, however. Where Casper punctuates every other sentence with an exclamation, Luke is more soft-spoken and takes more care with what he says. He serves as the mediator when Casper says a bit too much. Luke's generally calm and cool-headed, though one should be wary of his temper. While he's not the easiest to set off, his rage is fearsome, and he holds grudges a lot longer than he should. When Luke is angry, things escalate to a physical level much faster than usual.

Luke's offended easily even if he doesn't show it most of the time. He's both sensitive to his own emotions and to others'.

Though he may be very aware of what others are saying, Luke is staunchly independent and doesn't like to accept help from anyone even if he's dying in a puddle on the floor. If someone does manages to force help onto him, he'll be huffy for the next day. Unlike the humble Casper, Luke's pride, much like his younger sister's, is a fierce but fragile thing. Still, despite his temper and his reluctance to accept help from others even when he needs it, Luke is a natural mediator. As he's very much a realist, he doesn't have too much trouble pulling his brother's head out of the clouds— though whether it stays down for more than a minute is another story altogether.

"Natural mediator, huh? I wouldn't put it like that, but I suppose I'm not too bad at getting Casper to shut up."

The boys are natural pranksters, never without some sort of mischief up their sleeves. While each would be a mischievous force to be reckoned with on his own, Casper and Luke, combined, consider themselves the ultimate pair when it comes to getting up to no good. Casper, shorter, lighter-haired, and ever the bright one, comprises the majority of the creative force behind their projects while Luke steps in to ground him into reality. Casper designs, and Luke plans; besides the actual putting-together stage, in which Luke and Casper share duties, that's all there is to it other than Luke getting Casper to shut his mouth before he ruins the whole thing.


    [Both] Pranks, jokes, and mischief.
    [Both] Sneaking around.
    [Casper] Imagining things.
    [C] Drawing.
    [C] Running.
    [C] Being open-minded.
    [C] Hiding.
    [Luke] Staying grounded in reality.
    [L] Reasoning.
    [L] Keeping secrets.
    [L] His surprising strength.
    [L] Getting out of trouble.

    [Both] Successful plans.
    [Both] Slacking.
    [Both] Not getting in trouble.
    [Both] Laughter.
    [Both] Being up to no good.
    [Casper] Spacing out.
    [C] Talking.
    [C] Yelling.
    [C] Freedom.
    [C] Hiding.
    [C] Sweets.
    [C] Open space.
    [Luke] A good plan.
    [L] Things that are mysterious.
    [L] Finding out others' secrets.
    [L] Cats.
    [L] Being in a confined space.
    [L] Independence.
    [L] Touching people.
    [L] Children.

    [Both] Failure.
    [Both] Getting caught.
    [Both] Having to study.
    [Both] Responsibility.
    [Both] Getting shown up.
    [Casper] Having his parade rained on.
    [C] Unfriendly people.
    [C] Being touched.
    [C] Bad smells.
    [C] Salty food.
    [C] Milk.
    [C] Large dogs.
    [Luke] Nosy people.
    [L] Having his life pried into.
    [L] Being helped.
    [L] Tea.
    [L] Noisy places.
    [L] Being stared at.
    [L] Being alone.
Both Casper and Luke are terrible at magic. Be it a lack of studying or a lack of inborn talent, neither could cast a spell for his life. Casper's wand is usually broken, anyway, and Luke doesn't want to risk being offered tutoring sessions, so the both of them tend to just push it under the rug. They, in all honesty, wish they were just regular humans, as they dislike the added responsibility of having to practice their magic.

Luke, though he doesn't like to admit it, is something of an empath, albeit a very weak one.

For both boys, the list is nearly endless. They share an abhorrence for responsibility and a complete lack of magical talent as well as their love for making the lives of others even more chaotic and hectic than they already are. Casper can be extremely irritating at times, and he's terrible at keeping secrets while Luke, who can manage to keep his mouth shut, will never let anyone know he's failing until its far, far too late. Luke also dotes on his brother a bit too much and is never able to tell him he shouldn't do something. As Casper is a very impulsive person, this often brings problems leading to massive messes. Neither boy likes to let the other out of his sight, and they can both be extremely childish at times.

Romantic Interest
Casper's girlfriend just recently broke up with him, but other than that, neither has any active romantic intersts.


Born the third and fourth boys into an already-chaotic family of four, life was never calm and quiet for the twins. While their parents were managing the first two boys, Casper and Luke were left to their own devices. Needless to say, that was the start to their lives of mischief. A single smile between the two boys was all they needed to get to work setting up their very first prank: painting their brother's little plastic car in every color of nail polish their mother owned. Their parents spent the rest of the day washing the boys off with alcohol, and though they swore never to let the two out of their sight again, that promise hardly meant anything in a family already juggling two schoolchildren.

The story of their becoming notorious mischief-makers was relatively straightforward— much more so than the story of their being twins. From the start, most were surprise that they were even related, let alone fraternal twins. Though they shared the same fair skin and lopsided grins, the boys looked utterly different in terms of everything else. Where Casper was small, blonde, and full of energy, Luke was thin and tall and dark-haired. Casper got the roguish good looks, and Luke got the gentler face but what was arguably the better physique. They never looked alike.

But they did act alike. From birth, they were an inseparable pair. While each boy eventually grew to develop his own personality, the two followed each other around constantly when they learned to walk. Casper was always ahead somewhat in terms of development, but he never raced ahead of his quieter brother. When they were left alone as their brothers went to school and their parents worked, Casper and Luke had each other to play with. They grew impossibly close. Attending a small school as children, they were never far apart— after all, they spent about half their afternoons stuck in the principal's office.

When they were three years old, their younger sister, Delilah, was born, and they were at first fascinated by the tiny creature but their parents called them off her when they grew too worried one of their jokes would end up hurting her. They were never particularly close, as Delilah didn't seem to like their constant noise, and she was always too much of a studious goody-two-shoes for them. Though Casper had trouble disliking anyone at the time, Luke was one of the first to cross her off his list of people he wanted to hang around. The addition of the new baby also forced one of the boys into the middle seat of the car, which doubtless annoyed the both of them.

Come high school, the boys, now notorious for their mischief, were sent to the Academy like their brothers before them. They were always terrible students, just barely passing their classes, and their grades got worse with time. Both brothers made it to college, but the family is worried about about the twins, as they're both irresponsible and utterly talentless as magicians.

Other: TBA?

Clubs/Teams: Luke is quite the talented chef, but he won't join the cooking club because he thinks it's too girly. Casper, with his natural energy and his surprisingly long legs and his inability to give up, is making something of a name for himself on the track team.

Thoughts/Relationships to Other Characters: TBA.

So begins...

Luke and Casper Elbaum's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Loki Mystara Character Portrait: Eris Mystara Character Portrait: Luke and Casper Elbaum

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Three colorful projectiles followed each other into the air one by one like some odd version of a gun-salute while Casper Elbaum licked his fingers clean of the sticky, sugary mess that now clung to him. He was laughing— hardly a rarity— and while Luke had managed to keep a straight face for a minute and a half, he, too, was beginning to crack a smile at the sight of his brother dancing around like a madman covered in popsicle juice— in the school colors, of course. Red cherry, white coconut, and the almost-black grape stuck to his cheeks as well as the smock Luke had tied around his neck last-minute.

Firing popsicles from a popsicle cannon was... well, it was sticky business. Luke snorted a little trying to hold his laughter in at his own terrible joke. Everything Casper did was sticky business, literal or not. And of course, he got dragged in, too.

Well. Dragged was hardly the right word for it. He'd certainly followed of his own accord this time and every time before. He was the one who let Casper stand on his shoulders to get up onto the top of the bus, after all. It was a shame, though, that they'd had to stuff the Black Beauty up on top of the bus to get it here. The driver hadn't let them lug the thing on board. While Luke could somewhat see his logic, he thought it was a bit of an overreaction. They only would have had to tilt the barrel to get it through the doors. After that, it could have stood upright in their seat. He and Casper had planned it all out before they left only to have their dreams dashed by one crotchety bus driver.

Then again, Luke couldn't exactly call him crotchety and old when the man had done them the favor of letting them take the thing in the first place. He'd sensed the glint of mischief in the old man's eyes when he'd gotten on the bus, and he'd hoped it would make their plans all the easier. It didn't, but they hadn't failed, either, which was fine by him.

It was Casper who was pissed about the scratches, anyway. But he was too busy dancing around with popsicles to care, at the moment.

Luke reached into the cooler and pulled out an orange popsicle. "Let's load it up again," he said, taking Casper by the shoulder and turning him around to face him with a grin spread far and wide across his face. "You up for some target practice?"

Casper only whooped and dove into the cooler, drawing out another three popsicles: lemon, lime, and some unidentifiable blue flavor.

"Alright. Here, let me at the sight," Luke whispered as he leaned right over his brother. He balanced himself out by firmly clamping his hand over Casper's crouched form. The shorter, paler man didn't mind, and he continued stuffing the barrel with popsicles.

When he was finished, he turned to his brother with a pink one in his mouth. "Mmf tarfsggh?" He tilted his head, words completely unintelligible around the sweet. When Luke quirked an eyebrow at him, he bit down sharply and downed half of it in one bite. "I said, 'have you got a target?'"

Luke smirked. "Depends. Easy or pansy?"

"Fmlf gnnfah," Casper replied. He took another bite of the popsicle and paused. "By which I mean, 'fuck you.'" He punctuated it with a light punch in the stomach that turned out to be a lot harder than he'd expected. Luke shoved him back, nearly toppling his brother over.

"How about the sparkly one?"
"Sparklmph one?"
"Really," Luke pointed at Loki, "He's covered in glitter."
Casper hopped into a higher crouch to get a better view. After examining for a moment, all he had to say was, "Nice!"


Casper didn't even wait. Smiling as the popsicles exploded into the air towards the boy and the girl the Black Beauty had aimed at, Luke couldn't help but whisper an honorary, "Now, let's get this year started."

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Character Portrait: Loki Mystara Character Portrait: Eris Mystara Character Portrait: Luke and Casper Elbaum

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Loki and Eris Mystara

Eris tugged at them hem of her skirt, attempting to preserve at least a portion of her modesty. All the important parts were covered, but most of her long legs were left bare and exposed. She nibbled on her bottom lip as her brother consulted his cards, awaiting his prediction for the year. It was so exciting to be at a new school in a new country, so far away from the people who made her life Hell. She looked around as she waited, wide-eyed and curious, drinking in her surroundings. Japan was breathtaking. She had never traveled much, besides the occasional trips to magical sites in Europe, and new scenery was always refreshing. "This is going to be an interesting year."

The dark haired girl turned to her brother, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. Eris quirked a brow, slightly confused. "What does that mea-" Her sentence was cut off by the sight of a blue blur soaring towards her and- WHAM! Her head snapped back as the sticky treat made contact with the middle of her forehead and splattered all over her face. The force of the blow was almost enough to knock her off her feet and she stumbled back several steps. Eris blinked at looked around, extremely confused. Where did that come from? Who would shoot at her with a delicious frozen dessert?

Her eyes welled up with tears as the shock wore off and mild pain settled in where the popsicle struck. "Ouch." she groaned, looking over at Loki, whom (judging by the green and yellow stains on his shirt) had been hit as well. His previous smirk had melted away and been replaced by a fierce scowl, which only intensified when he saw that Eris had gotten hit in the face. He angrily spun around, his eyes instantly locking onto the two boys (whom, in other circumstances he would have considered very good looking) standing next to a- Was that a cannon?

"Where the hell did they get a fucking cannon?" Loki growled, tightly clenching the deck in his fist. Normally, he would have just laughed it off and planned to get them back (whoever they were) later, but something about the popsicle smashed on her face unnerved him. The young man pulled a card from his deck and brought it to his lips, still glaring at the other boys. "Unbind your chains, Clair Eyesnatcher." A flash of light flew from the card's image and a strange woman appeared in front of Mystara siblings. "Clair." Loki said with a mischievous smile. "Would you be a dear and bring those two over to me?"

Clair smiled as a long chain formed in her hand and she turned towards the boys next to the popsicle cannon. With a flick of her wrist, the chain snapped towards the taller, dark haired boy and wrapped around his legs, then, from what seemed like a scene from a horror movie, he was forcefully dragged to her feet. "You missed one." Eris said, a small grin forming. Clair chuckled as she whipped the chain, catching the blonde boy and bringing him to the floor next to his brother. Loki narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly."Why hello there."

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Character Portrait: Loki Mystara Character Portrait: Eris Mystara Character Portrait: Luke and Casper Elbaum

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Luke was halfway through reloading the cannon when he noticed the chain creeping toward him like a silver snake in the grass. It was only a glimmer, however— a blinding flicker of sunlight in time— before tendril was winding up his legs. Luke had never seen chains move of their own accord before; in fact, for someone who, in theory, had the ability to give objects a mind of their own, he'd seen surprisingly few inanimate objects sail through the air of their own free will. Before he felt the tug, Luke was thoroughly fascinated by the chains. His fascination, however, was abruptly cut short when, suddenly, they tightened and began to drag him forward.

The chains hadn't made it all the way around his legs, but they bound him around in just the right places so as to leave him hobbling in the direction they pulled in an attempt not to fall down. As falling down, in addition to slighting his pride, would likely solve nothing of this newfound problem, Luke simply went along with whatever it was that was happening and wobbled to the end of the chain. In all practicality, it was his only option. After eighteen years spent with his brother at his side, Luke had long since learned to stop questioning the strange and seemingly random events that near-constantly plagued his life.

Casper glanced up at Luke, popsicle stick still in his mouth even though its frozen flesh had long since melted. He was walking— or was he wobbling?— through the bushes. Intrigued, he spent a moment throwing his precious popsicles back in the cooler to prevent them from melting before setting off after Luke. He'd left so suddenly, which was odd, considering that Luke was usually so calm. He was moving quickly, too, though it was nothing the model-legged Casper couldn't catch up with in a few steps.

Those few steps, however, proved to be his downfall in quite the literal sense. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Casper was on the ground being dragged through the dirt. There was something cold wrapped his ankle, and because of it, he was beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable. Surprisingly, his discomfort had nothing to do with the fact that he was being dragged backwards and facedown through the dirt.

No. His discomfort had everything to do with being touched. As he came to a rest before the very spot where Luke had managed to land himself gracefully on his feet, Casper was already clawing at the chains around his ankle. He didn't particularly care why they were on there; no, all he wanted was for them to be off. The shorter twin let out something between a groan, a squeak, and a growl, which, surprisingly, failed to catch the attention of the normally-observant Luke. As Luke wasn't giving him any attention, Casper just went back to feeling uncomfortable by himself, slightly miffed that his brother hadn't even glanced over to him.

Luke, on the other hand, was simply offended. Indignant. His brother was lying prone in the dirt next to him, and he was bound at the knees like a child's cloth doll. Luke, who could easily pass for a woman— and quite the beautiful one, at that— if he let his hair down and bothered to try, did not enjoy being treated like some little girl's 'dolly.' He kept up a placid front, but inside, rage was building. This was just... embarrassing.

"Why, hello there," came a voice that could only belong to whoever had just demeaned him like this. Luke's head snapped in the direction of the voice's source to come face-to-face with Glitterboy himself. Mentally, Luke rolled his eyes. What this what this was all about? Someone couldn't take a joke. Through his cynical irritation, however, Luke could taste a hint of semi-righteous anger in the air, cracking open his more sensitive side if only a little. He opened his mouth to speak, but, as usual, Casper beat him to the point.

"Hi! Nice to meet you," Casper replied, every bit of bubbly, earnest innocence pushing its way into his tone. "So are you having a nice day?"

There he went again, completely missing the point. Luke almost snorted with laughter, and even he couldn't hold back a tiny smile— though he tried to, which ended up skewing it to one side. Luke could feel the malice in the short man's voice, but Casper, even as he laid sprawled out at his feet, looking very much uncomfortable with the chain violating his too-sensitive sense of personal space, couldn't help but spare a friendly introduction.

Casper just grinned, the popsicle stick still caught between his teeth.