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Jasper Salvatore

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a character in “The Liminal Academy”, as played by Jadebud98

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

Description

Name: Jasper Mia Salvatore.
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Gender: Male.

Age: 16.







Appearance:
Jasper has long brown hair that reaches to the bottom of his neck with bangs that fall to his eyes on several occasions. Speaking of his eyes, they're a chocolate brown color that are quite deep in appearance. He is usually smiling and with a joyous expression, carrying himself with relaxed, but good posture. He appears well rested and well kept. He's fond of wearing hoodies with semi formal attire such as a buttoned down shirt underneath, along with jeans that are usually dark in color, primarily black. His clothes are usually rather comfortable and soft to the touch, as he enjoys things of that nature.

Personality:
Jasper is rather relaxed and laid back at most times, enjoying to relax in comfortable areas when he finds it best fit, usually after reading a book, listening to some nice music, or browsing through some nice pieces of art. He enjoys taking naps and lying down, being quite lethargic at many occasions, much like a cat. However, again much like a cat he can also be very curious at times, asking sometimes invasive or peculiar questions, or going to study and rummage for their answers as well.

He enjoys the company of others, liking to have someone to chat with and finding just talking and getting to know someone and bond with them is one of the best activities one can partake in. He enjoys making close personal bonds and staying loyal and true to them, but isn't completely reliant on them. However, if someone he has bonded closely with were to betray him, Jasper would be completely devastated by it.

Jasper identifies as an Asexual but doesn't enjoy misconceptions people make about it or about who he is based on their bias so he usually doesn't share his identification with anyone unless involved in a romantic relationship.






Background:
Jasper comes from a wealthy family that just isn't as elite as the rest. His life had never been bad per se, he had all the luxuries that came with a wealthy family, and the love from two parents, although he always knew they were at least a small bit disappointed in him. As their only son, Jasper's parents needed him to go above and beyond if their hopes for gaining recognition would ever be fulfilled, but he never seemed to exceed in the things that he attempted to exceed in.

From the beginning Jasper displayed some small magical skill, but he had constantly tried to improve upon it, knowing it could be stronger and being very passionate about magic, however all of his efforts were ultimately to no avail. However, upon word of The Liminal Academy Jasper jumped at the opportunity, hoping that he would finally be able to hone his skill. His parents obliged to his consistent requests of sending him to the school, deciding that having a child with powerful magic could gain them higher status in the elitist society that had continuously rejected them.

Eager and excited for what was ahead of him, Jasper made his way to the school, ready to make new friends and acquire the skill that he had always hoped for, to make his parents proud like he had always wanted.

Possessions: Jasper brings to the school many of his belongings and clothes, but perhaps the most sentimental of them all being his favorite silverware and tea set from home for relaxing pleasantries while studying.

House: Sun.

So begins...

Jasper Salvatore's Story

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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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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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Character Portrait: Shade Dara Character Portrait: Peridot Zircon Character Portrait: Cecile M. Tudor Character Portrait: Allyse Gypso Character Portrait: Phoebe Avalon Character Portrait: Jasper Salvatore Character Portrait: Topaz Montgomery Character Portrait: Luthien de Mendici Character Portrait: Noah Marx Character Portrait: Ellard K. Donahue Character Portrait: Luken Chase Character Portrait: John Mortimer Character Portrait: April Summers Character Portrait: Kennedy Liason Character Portrait: Alina Rivers
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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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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.

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Luken

Chiming bells and a moving crowd gave Luken something to do. Tongues, locked doors, crowds...he was still absorbing. At the back of the long table on the left, he was glad to find out names, powers. Ellard was indeed a stuttery lad. Weak. And he confirmed his roommate Cecile.

When he introduced himself, he gave only his first name "Luken..." eyeing a few around him with a curled smile. He refused to let anyone have the upper hand on him. April's power did interest him though. Impervious to their powers? He kept smiling politely, imagining how he could test that as he took his seat.

But what flipped a switch in his mind were the classes.

In particular, Necromancy.

He'd never thought about it. At least not in the sense of actually being able to do it. Control them. The dead, in the ground, rotting, smelling, lost to this world...Surely anyone who could master that skill would be powerful, untouchable. Straightening his collar, his eyes flickered back and forth at the invisible possibilities before him. Forget water manipulation...he could have real power.

In fact, many of the classes intrigued him. Surprised, he folded his hands, laughing. Maybe he would like this place.

Glancing to Cecile, he muttered, "Should be a fun year," eyebrows high.

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Cecil, or Cecile (it's hard to say which; he isn't correcting anybody) snaps out of a trance, as he had been staring off at April and was mumbling something to himself.

"O-oh...I guess," is all his reply to Luken. It's hard to tell what he's exactly thinking behind that straight face he was making, but whatever it was that got him thinking disappeared soon after; his attention was redirected on the squabbling teachers, and he could hear a small scoff deriving from Cecil's mouth.

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John's eyes widen at Maya's... less than appropriate manner of speaking, taken aback by her nature. He looks at her with apprehension, making sure to memorize her name and features, as he most certainly did not wish to run into her often. Looking at the instructor for Necromancy, he nods to himself- That seems like a reasonable attitude. John thinks. Then, his head once again turned, and he appraised the Instructor regarding Illusion. He seemed reasonable enough, if a bit too outgoing. He could certainly be worse... John thinks, casting a quick glance toward Maya.

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There was a brief pause, while each teacher seemed to assume that someone else was going next. Luthien finally turned his head and made a small gesture to a very young-looking woman, seemingly more of an age to be a student than a teacher. She nodded and rose.

"I am Milhera Zandras," she said, speaking with a quiet confidence that belied her youthful appearance. She had long brown hair and clear blue eyes, and her green dress was patterned with vines and leaves. "It will be my pleasure to teach the proper use of the natural forces, to those of you who wish to learn. Light and darkness, fire and ice, earth and wind -- all of these will answer to your call, should you learn how to address them. As for myself personally, I am always pleased to help when I can. Please, do not be shy about bringing your questions and concerns to me at any time." She smiled warmly at them all, and resumed her seat.

Next, a young man -- though not as young-looking as Milhera -- rose to face the students. He had short dark hair, and wore a long-sleeved, high-collared black robe. He regarded the students sourly for a moment. "Thomas White," he said curtly. "Healer." He sat back down without further elaboration or comment.

Finally, a dark-skinned man, heavily muscled and bristling with weapons, stood up. "I am Jan Zhao," he said, his voice deep and subtly accented, "Servant of Al-Monj, and teacher of non-magical combat at this illustrious Academy. To be more specific, I teach Unarmed Combat, Bladed Weapons, Blunt Weapons, and Ranged Weapons. As my colleague Instructor Mendici explained, it is mandatory for first-year students to take either a non-magical combat class, or self-defense. If you are undecided as to which might suit you best, please feel free to speak to either or both of us before you sign up." He inclined his head, and sat down, moving with a remarkable grace for someone so heavily armed.

Luthien nodded, and addressed the students again. "Unfortunately, several teachers were unable to be here. You will certainly meet them in the future, so for now, I will simply list their classes: Summoning, Alchemical Potions, and the Art of Magic. Now, does anyone have any questions about any of these classes, or those taught by any of the instructors present?"

After Luthien and the others answered any questions, lunch was served -- a well-seasoned stew, brought out in two large bowls per table, with stacks of smaller bowls for the students to serve it into. There were also baskets of fluffy round rolls, and butter to go with them. It was simple fare, by Aeolian standards -- much more the kind of thing you'd eat in a Shadowtown tavern, albeit one of the nicer Shadowtown taverns.

As the servers were still working on bringing out the food, Luthien said to the first-years, "After you've all eaten, please meet in the Great Hall, where you first entered, for a tour of the Academy. That's also where you'll find the class sign-up sheets, against the back wall. Simply add your name to the sheet for each class you wish to take. You may take up to six classes, although I recommend four or five. And since we cannot always arrange the schedule so as to provide everyone with all of the classes they wish to take, please put a star next to your name for those that are a particular priority for you."

"Now, please enjoy your lunch," he said, smiling.

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The Chatelaine eyes the gathering crowd of students with an air of disapproval... though exactly what it is that she disapproves of is unclear. Finally some tipping point is reached, whether in the number of students or the time she's waited, and she clears her throat to gather their scattered attention.

"Welcome to the Liminal Academy," she says, in a tone that is not, in fact, particularly welcoming. "We presently stand in the Great Hall. Those of you who arrived in a timely fashion will have already found your rooms. There is also common room for your House leading off of each balcony hall. We will not be visiting the common rooms as a group, as they are intended to be for the members of each respective House, but I trust you will manage to find them."

"On this level, there are eight classrooms surrounding the Great Hall. As you can see on their doors," she gestures, "they are named on a theme of mythological creatures: dragon, unicorn, griffin, phoenix, basilisk, pegasus, harpy, chimera."

"Now, if you will please follow me, we have some ground to cover." The Chatelaine sweeps forwards, the hem of her unfashionably long dress just brushing the floor. She takes the right-hand doorway of the two that lead to the two parallel hallways, and then immediately turns right, down another hall.

"The large doors to our right lead to the East Gymnasium, where the weapons classes are held. Ahead is the East Tower. You will find that the Auditorium is accessible from this level, or from one level up."

As they reach the end of the hall, she opens the door, allowing the students to see into the large circular room, with tiers of seats rising up into the shadows, as it is presently unilluminated. To the right of the door, stairs follow the outer curve of the room upwards, while to the right, a hall follows the same curve.

"Moving on," she says, and heads down the hall, "The library." Midway down the hall, she opens another door, to the left, and this time ushers them all inside. She looks to the young woman at the central desk. "Ms. Ladria," she says. "Would you be so kind as to go over the rules of the library for our new first-years?"