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Ellard K. Donahue

"Is...is that...is that b-b-bloOD?!"

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a character in “The Liminal Academy”, as played by cirrus_sd

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For those of good family -- or at least sufficient wealth to afford tuition.

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Name: Ellard K. Donahue

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: A fairly short young man for his age, Ellard hardly comes in at 5'6. He is also very thin, not from malnourishment but rather from a lack of physical activity and muscle development. He has pale skin genetically, and sunburns easily. His mousy, almost grayish brown hair is thin and he keeps it short, regularly trimming it a la a no-fuss bowl cut. His body parts tend to have a softer look to them, particularly his face, which, partnered with the childish hair cut and large blue eyes, make him appear younger than he actually is. He dresses in fine clothes, being the eldest son of a very rich family with close ties to royalty.

Personality: Despite his name, Ellard is not very brave at all. In fact, he might possibly be the most wimpy person in all of Terra. Physically he is very weak, and mentally he is skittish of everything, at best. His biggest fear is blood, rendering him a hemophobic, although this characteristic might be hard to pick out as he is paranoid and frightened of almost everything and reacts similarly to anything that startles him.

Because he fears so much in life, routine is his best friend. He takes little to no risks and devotes himself to a timetable every day. He experiences great anxiety when he is forced to deviate from these routines, and will return immediately back to where he left off from an interruption. His schedules are so impeccable that he has every half hour planned out.

His self-esteem is very low, leading him to be very shy. He speaks with a slight stutter, which heightens according to his nerves and comfort level. Growing up in an environment where parties and social gatherings were convention, Ellard isn't against talking to people, and can engage in polite conversation and will introduce himself depending on just how 'daring' he feels that way and whether his schedule allows for it. However, he is accustomed to being bullied and put down for various reasons, causing him to be very judgmental in regards to physical appearance, and he is very particular about who he talks to. He doesn't have many friends since most find his perpetual nervousness and reluctance to do anything remotely dangerous to be annoying.

Contrary to what many believe, Nitori isn't very smart either. Although he has had private tutors and the like and knows arithmetic and the sciences and the like, he isn't very good at any of those subjects. He also doesn't read many books either, finding their subject matter to be boring. Instead, he has a very strong penchant for geography, and only reads books on this subject, and has a large collection of maps and globes. He knows the geographic layout of most of Terra, and hypothetically knows how to get to nearly every city in the country by memory. Unsurprisingly he never gets lost, and is a very deft map reader and navigator. He dreams of one day travelling the entire country, but although he relishes in the idea, he knows that his own weaknesses make that dream impossible.

Background: Ellard is the oldest son in a very noble and rich family. Sickly and weak even as a child, his parents were worried he would not survive to adulthood and put much effort into having another son. His three younger sisters were the result, but while his parents couldn't produce another son, his sisters all have ten times the strength, intelligence, and vitality as Ellard. However, tradition dictated that Ellard would be heir to the family name and property, so much effort was put into prepping Ellard for this responsibility, to little avail.

At a dinner party only a month ago, Ellard had overheard rumors from one of his many relatives that his parents were thinking of bypassing Ellard and naming his sister as heir. Although Ellard himself had little interest in ever being heir, the implications of this rumor caused him great distress and panic. Amidst the chaos of the party and the adrenaline from fearing for his life should that rumor be true, Ellard's nerves skyrocketed and he produced the loudest sneeze he had ever...well, sneezed. When he opened his eyes he found himself outside, in the dark, several miles away from his family mansion.

This discovery of magic ability, something even his sisters did not have, refocused family interest onto him. Disappointingly, it was discovered that he could only teleport/apparate when sneezing, and that the distance appeared to depend on the strength of the actual sneeze. Some sneezes didn't even result in anything. Either way, his parents seized this opportunity to enroll him into Liminal Academy. Whether it was the potential of his ability or the fact that his parents paid handsomely for his entry that he was accept is up for debate.

Possessions: Besides clothes, Ellard has only packed his favorite maps and a heavy tome on the geographical layout and evolution of Terra.

House: House of the Sun

So begins...

Ellard K. Donahue's Story

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Ellard

He sat in the carriage, palms sweaty, staring down at his newly shined black leather shoes. A drop of sweat dripped down from his forehead onto the wooden floor.

He didn't like this. He wasn't prepared for this. This was a total break from his daily routine. He wanted to go back home. Now.

He wished he could just tell his family that he didn't even want to assume the head of the family, but he feared too much for his own life. His sisters were ruthless...he wasn't even sure if they cared much for him. Particularly his oldest younger sister, Amelle...she was twice his size in both girth and height and ten times stronger. Yet her distaste for him was even stronger than her physical strength, and she had threatened killing him on multiple occasions. Whether she meant it only as a joke was lost on him. He wasn't taking any chances.

"Master Donahue," he heard the voice of the driver call out, "The horse is growing restless. As am I."

With a nod, he grabbed the handle and pushed. He nearly fell out of the carriage, so nervous was he, and he was far too weak to carry his single suitcase.

The thin boy approached the stern-looking woman, and stammered out, "E-ellard...Ellard D-Donahue," when prompted for his name.

April

The red-haired beauty had decided to walk to the school. She never was very fond of horses anyways, only riding them as a last resort. She had upon her several bags and a large suitcase trailing behind her. She was dressed in several layers of her not-so-shabby clothes, which only caused one to wonder what else she had packed. Her bags themselves were of fine quality, and at first glance it would have been difficult to pin her as a child of the streets. However her leather boots, though pretty, were well-worn, the brown on the heel chipped and hinting at heavy use on the streets.

She strode confidently to the doors of the school, waiting in line behind a mousy-haired boy accompanied by a man holding a suitcase. Much be the rich type, April thought to herself, hefting her bag higher on her shoulder. She listened to his painful stutter, as if he were answering a difficult math problem rather than something as easy as his name. She rolled her green eyes and sighed. If this was what she was up against at this school...well. Perhaps this was not as prestigious as she had first thought.

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"Ellard Donahue," says the Chatelaine. Is there a hint of warmth, even of sympathy, in her demeanor? Perhaps, but it is so slight as to be virtually imperceptible. She hands him his key. "The House of Sunlight. Room 209, with Jasper Salvatore. Stairs are to your right, rooms are marked. Questions?"

Once young Ellard is dealt with, she gives April her room assignment and key -- 117, with Allyse.

Finally she attends to Phoebe -- brusquely, but at least with none of the pointed pauses that some of the others had earned. She has room 118, with Alina Rivers.

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Luken arrived at the academy in anything but a good mood. It was his father's suggestion, no, order, to attend the prestigious school. Luken sniffed at the large door he passed under, adjusting his collar and rubbing at his stubble chin. Horus, the servant behind him pushing a cart of his two trunks and bag, mumbled something Luken didn't catch. The probability that it mattered was slim, but Luken huffed, "Yes, Horus?"

"I was just saying, sir, how am I going to get these up the stairs?"

"You'll just have to carry them, won't you?"

"But sir-"

"Horus, you're the servant. It's what you're paid to do, yes? Isn't my father paying you overtime or whatever for today? Taking this ridiculous journey...for school. I've already finished my exams, what does he think I need further help with?"

Horus paused in the doorway, hesitant.

Luken squinted over his shoulder to the thin man. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not a student. Er, sir."

"Lucky you, now c'mon!"

Approaching the severe woman in the center of the hall, Luken swallowed back a look of disgust. Whether it worked or not, he didn't care much. All he wanted was to get through this year and be done. He didn't even know what this whole academy place was about.

"Luken Chase," he muttered when prompted. Horus wheeled up beside him, the cart creaking to a stop. Luken rolled his blue eyes, pushing his hair to the side.

He caught a girl with brilliant red hair heading up a set of stairs with two others. Students, he figured. And the dorms were indeed up a large flight of stairs. Luken shrugged. Horus would manage.

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Topaz

The pale blonde's hand clutched onto an ink pen, the pen being a sleek black color with a gold accentuation, the pen moved swiftly, the sharp tip of the pen scratching on the paper of her diary as gel black ink seeped out of it.

Dearest Diary,

Topaz is currently riding within her coach, waiting to arrive at the prestigious Liminal Academy. Topaz isn't sure if she's that fond of the premise of the school, part of the reasoning behind this is that Topaz would rather not have to partake in a lot of work into her magic...perhaps one could say Topaz's work ethic is very flawed, but Topaz begs to differ...there isn't much reason to wish to work a lot when you don't have to. Is there? Topaz supposes one would think of her to be full of herself now, a spoiled prodigy, but she wouldn't care less, the prospect of Topaz caring about what others thought of her is rather unimaginable!


Topaz let out a small laugh, before continuing.

Besides, Topaz doesn't think that when it comes to magic that much work needs to be put into it...Topaz feels as though magic should be something natural, something that just flows out of you like a river...or a pool of blood for that matter.

Topaz hates to go but her carriage has made a full stop, the horses are getting rather antsy and she supposes it's about time she exited to make her way to the school.

Love, Topaz.


With that Topaz shut her book and gracefully made her way out of her cushioned coach, her glossy heeled shoes stepping onto the floor. As she made her way to the school they clicked faintly on the ground, she gathered her belongings, and soon began walking towards the school, her ruffled black dress crinkling as she walked. She soon made it within the school walls, stepping to a rather crabby seeming old lady who wore outdated clothes, what she found most interesting however, were the keys attached to her belt, assuming they had something to do with the doors that the school was partially most renowned for.

"Topaz Montgomery, Madame," Topaz said in response to when she was questioned for her name, her voice was soft and non threatening, perhaps unlike her nature. Respectfully, she bowed slightly to the woman, the Montgomery family was rather well respected and well known, a gift and a curse she supposed...but she was definitely fond of doing such antiquated yet elegant things such as bowing.

Noah

Noah had decided to walk to the school, against the wishes of the faculty who though it would be better if he were to be escorted there by carriage or at least with some officials of the school. He had been involved with a pretty infamous crime organization, so he didn't blame them for thinking he'd try to run away after they bailed him out of jail, but it wasn't like he was evil or anything, besides, they were providing for his family, and he wouldn't turn his back on his family.

In reality Noah knew they just thought that it'd be safer in case a member of the guild tried to kill him to keep him silent, or perhaps they even just wanted to be friendly and give him a comfortable journey, but Noah didn't really enjoy thinking of rich people in a positive light all too much. It was a bit risky to do that. Besides, he was sure they had one or two people watching him just in case one way or another, or not...he could really care less.

Eventually he walked into the school, slouched slightly as he walked, he noticed a few people there, most of whom seeming rather wealthy, four of whom stood out to him. There were two guys, one with peculiarly colored hair (not as if he was one to talk) who appeared to be having a seizure or a panic attack or something already, and another who seemed extremely pompous based on how he treated his servant or whatever, and definitely someone who he wasn't going to like. Alongside the guys were two girls, one with a voluptuous body and vibrantly red colored hair-like a fire, and another with an odd vibe and long pale blonde hair-like a ghost. "Noah Marx," he said to the woman who asked his name, his presence informal and distant.

Jasper

Jasper sunk his head in embarrassment as he rode in one of his family's best carriages, supported by his family's best most regal stallions, which were guided by his family's most experienced rider. He was sure that many others would definitely desire to be in the situation he was, but he thought it was really all too much, just another flagrant attempt to try and get other high class people to think of the Salvatore family in high esteem. Their family name had never been one of well renown, despite their economic success, and Jasper's parents were definitely trying to cash in on his enrollment to the academy.

Soon, they had arrived at the school, their arrival preceded by an ensemble of various loud instruments played by people hired by the family, along with actors hired by the family to cheer and swoon at his arrival. At this point in time Jasper undoubtedly wanted to strangle his parents for their excessive behavior, but was already far away from them now, and would soon be far away from their reach...hopefully. He never comprehended the lengths his family would go to achieve renown and never would. His parents said he would in the future but he highly doubted that. He thought that perhaps if they applied all of their energy into actual important matters rather than eccentric things like this they would get a good name for themselves...

Soon he had entered the school, already noticing the big personalities that were inside it's walls. Himself on the other hand...he wouldn't say his personality was much of anything that interesting really, but he did pride himself in a good taste for comfortable clothing, tea, treats, the arts, and, well, napping...so there was always that to fall back on. His family's servants had carried his belongings in for him, despite his requests, their presence granting him an unwelcoming glare from a boy with what looked like white hair.

When asked for his name Jasper was caught off guard, forgetting to bow and everything, "-Oh, I'm Jasper, Jasper Salvatore." He said with a meek wave. He could already tell that his family would not be receiving a good name for themselves already, and he was glad to say he couldn't be happier about it.

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The Chatelaine repeated, "Kennedy Liason. House of Sunlight, room 219, with Charlotte Sanderson. Stairs to your left, rooms are marked. Any questions?"

Once Kennedy was on her way to her room, the Chatelaine turned her attention to the next in line. "John Mortimer. House of Candles. Room 104, with Noah Marx. Stairs to your right, rooms are marked. Questions?"

Once again, she turned to the next in line as soon as John had moved on. "Luken Chase," she repeated. "House of Sunlight, Room 208, with Cecil Tudor. Stairs are to your left, rooms are marked. Any questions?"

And then to the next. "Topaz Montgomery," she said crisply -- and promptly. Topaz, of course, had no way of knowing that this was as close to a sign of approval that the Chatelaine was likely to give. "House of Sunlight. Room 118, with Peridot Zircon," she continued, handing her a key. "Stairs are to your left, rooms are marked. Any questions?"

"Noah Marx," she said to the next student -- after a distinct pause, a pause that seemed to imply that she was familiar with that name, and displeased by the owner's presence in her illustrious Academy. "House of Candles. Room 104, with John Mortimer." She made a slight gesture to a dark-haired young man nearby, and then finally handed Noah a key. She neglected to ask if he had questions -- though perhaps this was a genuine lapse, as there was a startling fanfare from outside the other door, the door to Aeolia.

The Chatelaine regarded Jasper for a long moment, disapproval writ large in the lines of her mouth and eyes. Finally she said, "Jasper Salvatore. House of Sunlight. Room 209, with Ellard Donahue." She nodded towards the somewhat panicked-looking Ellard. "Stairs are to your right, rooms are marked, any questions?"

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Ellard

More and more people arrived, lining up behind him, and he quickly skittered off to the side after taking his key. "Room..room 209," he repeated.

He turned to the right, still feeling somewhat faint as he climbed the stairs, his porter behind him. He found the room quickly--after all, they were marked, as the lady had said--and turned the key. Peering inside, he found he was the first to arrive.

The porter dropped off the trunk and left, without much of a goodbye to Ellard. The boy sniffed, but said nothing as well. It was just as he thought, anyways. They were only trying to get rid of him. Well, the feeling was certainly mutual! At least...somewhat...

He chose the bed away from the window, instinctively, for fear of snipers, but then fumbled back and forth on whether he wanted a view or not...

Well he finally thought as he sat on the original bed he had picked, his weight barely causing the mattress to dip, I'm sure I can just glance out the window when I'm awake without my roommate minding...better safe than sorry in either case...

With that settled, he unpacked, filling his drawers with maps and the sort he had brought along with him. He was indifferent towards the clothes provided in the closet, although he was indifferent towards all clothes, and once he finished unpacking he reclined on his bed, notebook and pen in hand as he set about marking up his new itinerary.

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Jasper

Jasper stifled a laugh. The look of disapproval from The Chatelaine was too much, perhaps if their was anything his family was known for, it was their desperate desire for their family name to be well versed and renowned, that just seemed to tick everyone off. Once he received his key he made his way away from the woman, not having any questions to ask. Regretfully, he allowed himself to be subdued by his family's servants in the argument for whether or not they could bring his stuff up the stairs.

Luckily enough, they allowed him to at least hold the door for them, which he soon closed once they left...which unfortunately was not until they unpacked all of his things for him, despite however personal they may have been, his parents even had to keep up appearances in his dorm room apparently. He sighed once the servants were gone, turning to see his roommate in his bed, writing something...perhaps it was a journal of some sort?

Jasper smiled slightly, he remembered seeing the skittish boy when The Chatelaine nodded to him...Ellard Donahue was his name if he remembered correctly. He was pretty sure that family's name had some pretty good social standing, not that he cared much...although he did contemplate acting like a complete fool to spite his parents, he assumed he'd probably end up doing stupid anyways.

Silently, he moved over to the bed opposite of the other boy, sitting onto it and listening to the faint creaks. He smiled again before staring out the window, taking in the great view, opening the window slightly to let a light breeze into the room. He waited for a moment, before deciding it was about time he introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Jasper Salvatore, I guess we're roommates then," he said with a small smile.

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Ellard

His roommate was quiet, which was good. He thought...he looked up when the boy introduced himself. A good thing, too, because Ellard had forgotten when the old lady had originally told him. He gave a nervous smile. "Hello," he replied, "I'm Ellard."

No sooner had he finished talking when a scream suddenly pierced the air. Ellard jumped quite a bit, eyes wide. "Wh-what was that?" he asked, voice high and cracking. What had happened? Was this school not safe as he thought? He definitely didn't want to investigate, but...he hoped it wasn't anything serious!

Then again, that scream had been so blood-curling...he gripped his notebook tightly, sweating nervously.

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Date: Tuesday, December 31st
Time: Noon

At noon, a bell began to ring. Those who took note would hear twelve distinct clanging peals, not precisely melodic, but not excessively clamorous, either. Certainly the bell was loud enough to be heard throughout the Academy.

Throughout the balconies of the student rooms, older students called "Lunch, firsties! Come to lunch!" There was good-natured laughter as they led the way, down the various stairs and through the nearest of the two doorways leading inward from the Great Hall.

Those in the left hallway took the first right, while those in the right hallway took the first left, and they all met in the middle, where another double door stood open.

The Dining Hall was a large room, longer than it was wide, with four pairs of narrow parallel tables down its length, and one perpendicular to them at the far end. As the students entered, the Chatelaine directed them: "Suns to the left, Candles to the right. First-years to the back two tables and please be seated. Suns to the left, Candles to the right--"

Luthien de Mendici, headmaster of the Liminal Academy, stood in front of the final table, the one that was perpendicular to the others. He was facing the two closest parallel tables, and equidistant from them both. When all of the first-years were seated at these two tables, Luthien looked the gathered students over, smiling slightly, his gold eyes gleaming with a warm light.

"Welcome," he said, his voice clear and precise. He lacked either of the local accents, speaking with neither the abridged and slurred diction of Shadowtown, nor the particular enunciations and cadences of Aeolia. "I am very pleased to welcome you all to the Liminal Academy."

"Though I have met most of you but briefly, it is my impression that you all have great potential, which I hope to see blossom in your time here. I will shortly ask you to introduce yourselves to your new classmates and teachers, so that we may all begin to get to know each other. Before that, though, it is my duty to inform you of the rules of the Academy."

"Firstly," said Luthien, "Many of you carry weapons, either openly or concealed. I would be the last person to fault this practice, but you should know that attacking a fellow student with a deadly weapon is grounds for expulsion, regardless of any actual injury sustained. Likewise for magical assaults of any kind. There is, of course, an exception made for drills and sparring under the supervision of an instructor."

"Secondly, there are many doors to and from the Academy. However, you are not permitted to leave the Academy via any door but the one you entered by, except under the supervision of a teacher. If you came from Shadowtown, you may return there via the left-hand door from the Great Hall, and likewise those from Aeolia may return via the right... but in either case, you are not to enter the other city."

"Finally, I expect you all to respect and obey your instructors, as well as the other staff members of the Academy. Some of you in the House of Candles are unaccustomed to having adult authorities in your life, while some of you in the House of Sunlight are perhaps more accustomed to giving orders than to following them. Nonetheless, I expect you all to make an effort in this area."

"And now, if you would each stand up in turn and give your name, and perhaps say something about yourself, if you wish." Luthien smiled, and gestured to the first of the first-year students, inviting them to stand and introduce themselves.

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Peridot made her way through the double doors, taking a seat at the very back of the left hand tables, as the Chatelaine had directed. She sat quietly through the Headmaster's speech, noting his peculiar lack of accent. She had lived in both Shadowtown and Aeolia, and had never met anyone who didn't have one accent or the other.

When the Headmaster brought attention the the subject of weaponry, Peridot, not for the first time, felt the loss of her dagger that she had always kept on her hip in Shadowtown. The worn leather handle had been too big for her slight hand, and the indents from the previous owner's grip had been too far apart. However it had been her father's, one of the last items her mother kept when she was forced to sell their home and most of their belongings. She had always kept the blade sharp and polished, until her step-father had insisted that a young lady had no use for such an object. She had made one last plea, before leaving for the academy, but her step-father still refused to give it back.

At the Headmaster's mention of the doors leading to and from the Academy, Peridot couldn't help but look at the one that led to Shadowtown, her old home. It would be so easy to slip through, leave this place. She could begin a new life, on the streets. She shook her head to clear away those thoughts. It had been so long since she was in Shadowtown, she had forgotten the layout, and with no money to start out with she wouldn't survive long. As much as she loathed to think it, Aeolia was her home now.

The Headmaster finished his speech and the room grew quiet. None of the first years seemed keen to be the first to introduce themselves. With a sigh Peridot decided it was best for her to go and get it out of the way. She stood, and turned to face the Headmaster.

"I am Peridot Zircon." Simple and concise, with no elaboration, she sat down again.

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John enters just in time to catch the speech, scoffing quietly at the mention of bing nice to the staff. Of course, he had every intention of being polite to all of the staff members, save a certain funder... He walks to the center of the hall, looking around for Arnold, shouldthe man have the audacity to appear here, in front of John.
"I am John Mortimer."
He says simply, before taking a chair and sitting, his eyes once again scanning for the man who ruined his life.

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April

The red-head rolled her eyes at the curt introductions. She herself didn't want to give away much of herself, but still. Was this place just full of stuffy up-turned people who couldn't even be bothered to say what their favorite color was?

Internally frustrated, and with an act to uphold, April finally stood up, small bounce included in her step, and smiled widely, waving her fingers slightly. "Hi everyone! I'm April Summers. I'm from Shadowtown. I like flowers, and....well, any magic that any of you might have won't work on me. Nevertheless, I look forward to studying with all of you!"

Introduction finished, she sat down with a smile, hands folded on her lap. Bubbly personality established, as well as some sort of authority...now that was how you did an introduction.

Ellard

The red-haired girl spoke as confidently as he was nervous, and he could feel his knees shaking under the table. Public speaking was something he never cared for. Public anything in fact, was something he never cared for. He almost wished he had gone sooner, just said his name and be done with it like the others, but this girl, April, had set a new precedent.

Well, best to get it over with now, before people started adding more information. Shakily, Ellard stood up. "Um..." he started to say, starting to raise his hand and then realizing how foolish that was. Pulling his arm down, he looked about nervously before stammering out, "M-m-my...my n-name is...er...I m-mean...I'm...I'm Ellard...and...and, er...I...um...I..." he wasn't sure whether to add what his power was. If you could even call it that. What if the others tried to make him sneeze all the time?

"I...I like m-maps," he finally sputtered out, and hastily took his seat, ears violently red and the rest of his face starting to follow suit. He stared at his plate, hoping someone else would introduce themselves quickly.

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Allyse jumped in surprise as she heard the bell rings, lunch time! The thought of all lost tongues gone from her mind she headed down towards the canteen.

Time for food! She thought as she found herself a seat and plopped herself down, making herself comfortable as she listened to the teachers speech and the rules he put forth. Allyse glanced towards the door that led to Aeolia, she was slightly put off at the idea of not being able to explore the city as she had never been able to get the before.

She watched as the girl in the room 218 gave a brief introduction of herself before sitting back down, next a young man came in late also gave a brief introduction before sitting down. Both introductions were a bit stiff and made Allyse a but anxious about the people she would be attending the academy with, though most seemed to be very nice.

Allyse smiled as she watched people introduce themselves, listening to April introduce herself confidently made her happy to have such a nice roommate. Next came Ellard, he stuttered out his name and a small piece of information about himself.

Well now that a few had said their names, Allyse jumped up, pulling up coal with her, who had been held in her hands all the time she had been running around the school, and grinned at everyone, "Names Allyse, Pyromancer and danser in my spare time! Let's be friends, Kay?!" She Finish before sitting back down as she turned to watch another student introduce themselves.

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Since leaving the group, Phoebe had just walked around figuring out the layout of the place she now called home. Eventually, she found her way to the dining hall and managed to find herself a seat towards the middle of the table. The large room was welcoming enough, but Phoebe was still getting used to being so close to all of these people. The tables were full of strangers and she'd give anything to see a familiar face, not that she had anything of value to give.

The Headmaster began a speech and, at first, it calmed Phoebe as she was beginning to find her place in this school. However, she stiffened at the mention of weapons. It hadn't crossed her mind that other students would carry them. She had very little knowledge of weaponry. Being homeless in her part of Shadowtown was only dangerous due to the weather. Her power could potentially be used as weapon, but she'd never really tried. Suddenly, the safety that she had felt dissipated.

When introductions came around to Phoebe, she still had the weapon issue weighing on her mind, but wanting to make a good impression, she smiled as she stood. "Hi. I'm Phoebe. I like gardening." After her short intro, her legs dropped her back onto the seat beneath her.

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Alina rose, and smiled, her milky eyes unfocused.

"I'm Alina Rivers," she said, in a clear firm voice. "I'm blind, but I can 'see' magic. And I've been waiting to come here since I was seven."

She made a small bow towards the headmaster, and sat back down.

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Cecil, being among the first to leave the group, sits surprisingly far away from the Headmaster with plenty of empty spaces abound. These, however, are soon filled up, and the little absence is quickly removed.

The speech is not one already known to Cecil about the weapons; in many of the places he went about with his uncle, there were many a sensitive thing that needed protection. People, artifacts, objects of old and new renown...

But it didn't seem like he was going to have any sort of problem at all. After all, many of the student population were girls, and though it could be rumored that an angered vixen might create a crafty scandal, it was unlikely that anything more than a little wrong was done at this point. There shouldn't be any problems this early, besides that tongue-severing incident.

Concerning the teachers, Cecil had no real qualms about that. He obeyed his entire life when there came a need for it, and for obeying, he was rewarded an opportunity to not just survive, but thrive here, in this very Academy.

However, there was a question he had pondered in his mind...

After a few given moments of formulating it, he finally took his turn to stand and cleared his throat.

"I go by the name of Cecil Tudor, and I am honored to be here with you all," he said, though he was careful to put in only a little enthusiasm. Any more and perhaps one of those girls would pass him off as an artificial bigot. That wouldn't be good. But dammit all to hell, he was standing a little after his introduction.

"...I did have a question in mind for the Headmaster, though. I entered through the gates of Shadowtown, as my uncle wanted me to see the festivities of the town beneath the skies. But I am also one of the House of Sunlight. Am I to be directed to Aeolia from this point on, or do I continue to visit Shadowtown?"

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The headmaster nodded to Cecil. "That's an excellent question. Thank you for asking it, rather than simply making one assumption or the other."

"In point of fact, the rule is intended to allow students to visit their homes, while preventing excursions into a city not their own. To the best of my knowledge, your uncle does not reside in Aeolia or Shadowtown. Under the circumstances, I'm afraid I must ask you to stay within the Academy, except under supervision -- unless you are able to obtain written permission from your uncle to visit Shadowtown."

He cleared his throat, and addressed the students as a whole, "This is not a priviledge granted only to Master Cecil, and I apologize for neglecting to mention it. If any Aeolian student gets written permission from their parent or legal guardian, they are permitted to enter Shadowtown. Unfortunately, the reverse is not true -- access to Aeolia remains limited to those who have residence there."

"Now, if there are no more questions, let us continue with the introductions."

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Several more students introduced themselves, before Luthien nodded in acknowledgement.

"Thank you all. Now, if the instructors would kindly introduce themselves, and say a few words about the class or classes that they teach." Luthien gestured to the table immediately behind him, where the instructors were seated.

A dark-skinned, darker-haired woman stood up. She was dressed in a white ruffled shirt and long pants, affecting a style more common to men, in Alyria. She wore a rapier and a dagger at her right and left hip, respectively, and moved with an unselfconscious ease, clearly accustomed to being armed.

"I'm Maya de Mendici, or Instructor Mendici to you lot." Unlike the other Mendici, her accent was pure Shadowtown. She also bore no physical resemblance to him, appearing to be of mixed Millennial Islander and Alyrian descent.

"For you first-years, I teach Self Defense. Y'got the option of taking my class, or taking one of Instructor Zhao's. He'll teach you how to fight. Me, I get to teach those of you who can't or won't learn to fight. Fortunately for you, children, I enjoy a challenge." She grinned, toothily. "Again, it's him or me -- you don't get to bow out. So I look forward t'seeing some of you in class tomorrow."

She sat down again, still smiling her slightly predatory smile.

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A man, young and in his prime, stood up next. He appeared to be older than any of the students, which would only mean one thing : he was the teacher. Well, among the youngest of the teachers, undoubtedly.

This was the famed Tristan Rephaim, a necromancy teacher of renown. For those who lived in Aeolia, his name could be faintly remembered on the news' headlines. For those who lived in Shadowtown, it was more than likely that they probably had seen his face during a soup kitchen or the like. And for those who descended from places of politics and adventurers, he was known as the Bane of Estra, the old empire.

At a glance, it was hard to say that he even knew Necromancy. Most of those who taught the controversial subject were men and women in their middle age, experienced and learned professors who sought eternal life. As for Tristan here...he was a child in comparison with the stereotype. His movements were casual and relaxed, but his face showed bitterness.

"...students, I'll get straight into it. For those who do know me, please wait quietly. For those who don't know me, I'll go over a brief synopsis of myself.

I am Tristan Rephaim, your Necromancy teacher. I will teach you how to re-possess the dead, if you're into that sort of macabre hobby. If you are taking this class to get into crime-related occupations, I will teach you how to communicate with the spirits of the dead. If you are using this class as a filler, then I'll teach you how to preserve corpses and thralls. I doubt anyone wants to really be a mortician, but niches do need filling. I cannot hope you will become a niche-filler. In fact, I expect that at least half of you will find no profit in this branch of magic. For those who come into this class with their heads held high, you will have your ambition rent to shreds. For those who come into this class without self-confidence, not even a single rat will obey your words. If you come into this class hoping to learn laughs, then take Illusion. This is not an empty threat, but if you cannot control yourself around the dead, the dead will not control themselves around you.

I am NOT your friend, I am NOT someone you should be friendly with. I will treat you with respect if you will give me that same respect. Do the same with your partners, unless you want me to personally see you to becoming a mortician. The only time you should speak with me is if it concerns about necromancy or vitaemancy, whether you want to apply your own principles or if you need review on a principle. I will not help you re-possess a thrall, I will not do any ritual for or with you without good reason and pay.

If you're interested, you can advance onto vitaemancy. A great deal harder, and it pertains not to the un-death, but to the concept of living. Unlike the deal with the monkey you saw earlier, you DO get to bow out of my class, as necromancers are hated in these parts and widely around the world. I will respect your want to live if you do not want to formally take my class.

And if you came here to kill me, it's a waste of your and my time."

He sits down, and takes a glance around the room.

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Atir Farous had looked at the animosity between the two teachers, a small smile creeping on his face.

"Please, please, my dear friends," He began, standing up, and clasped his hands. "It does no good to show such animosity with the students watching, even if it pleases me to no end." As his hands clasped, the two teachers' faces were conceleaed behind a large smiley face

"I'd rather you two do not show your facial expressions for now" He stated, grinning.

"But, alas, I must actually introduce myself, and not add wood to the flames of annoyance, as much as I'd like to." He stated, as he began pacing.

"Now, for the poor students who do not know of me. I am Atir Farouz, master illusionist, and, in my humble opinion, the best teacher in this school."

"As a teacher, my job is to teach. As such, I will teach you. But, that's not why I am here. As a Master Illusionist, I could be doing so many different things. Swindiling the foolish rich, for example. I teach, since it gives me the chance to do what I please. I follow my whims, and my only obligation will be to teach you."

"You can approach me, for anything, but I can not promise that I will do anything to alleviate a problem." He stated, as he sat back down into his chair.