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Adelaide Monroe

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a character in “The Marchand School of Sorcery”, as played by emotionless

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Adelaide Monroe

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Full Name:
Adelaide Monroe
Nicknames/Aliases:
-Adel
-Roe
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Primary:
Necromancy

Student

Secondaries of Interest
-Healing
-Shadow Step

Description:
Adelaide stands at 5'2 and has a curvy body. She tends to wear more cloths that lean towards professional like slacks and blouses. She keeps her dark auburn hair up in a pony or in a tight braid. Her large eyes are dark brown with moss green edges.

Personality:
Adelaide is a bit of a loner. Not on purpose, but she tends to be on the quite side. She prefers reading, writing, and drawing to talking. She loves to be around animals and nature more than anything. She is a big believer in 'speak softly and carry a big stick'. She holds herself to a high standard, so much so that she doesn't let herself feel.

Skills:
-She is a quick study
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Weaknesses:
-She is afraid to use her magic because of her father
-Her twin


Brief History:Adelaide was born one of two. Her and her twin Jasper where the product of an arranged marriage of two wealthy families: The Moriarty's and the Monroe's. The Moriarty's where well known and wealthy Necromancers who traditionally only married other necromancers, however they struck a deal with the Monroe's (tricksters). They both agreed that the couple, Marie Monroe and James Moriarty should produce two heirs. Once of age the products of the two would be split up and raised separately, one by each family, and set to yet another arranged marriage. Up until age 8 Adelaide and her grew up in a lavished life, full of happiness and charm. They took regular classes and lived an average life.

On their eighth birthday their mother died mysteriously. (To this day there is no cause of death.) All they knew was that she was found in their family garden. Their father, James, became obsessed with bringing her back though it was thought to be impossible. He lost himself in his work, and eventually passed away when the girls where 10.

Adelaide was sent to live with her Uncle Joseph Moriarty, a strict military type who taught her how to survive without her magic. She trained and studied nearly every day, up until she was sent to Marchand.

Though they where separated they spent a good time writing to each-other.

Other:

So begins...

Adelaide Monroe's Story

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Not too long after Dawn had replied, another student had appeared at the table, sitting down to join the gathering- a boy, this time around. Oddly enough, while both Tessa and the other girl (she hadn’t quite gotten her name yet, Dawn realized) had both been complete strangers before this point, this boy was oddly familiar. She blinked, trying to place his face somewhere, only for the stranger to greet himself and ask the question that properly cleared things up.

A meeting in Italy.

It wasn’t much, but things quickly snapped into place. While Dawn was still left out of a few meetings here and there- sent over to her grandparents until the official affairs were properly taken care of- but there were many cases where she was made to tag along as well. Better to have both children have a grasp of the family business, or so her parents had decided. The boy’s next comment about grey eyes made it even easier to make the connection, and Dawn gave a small smile to show her recognition.

“Dawn Memoli. It’s, um. It’s nice to see you again, Tover.” It was a tad...awkward to see the kid of one of her family’s business partners again, but not entirely unpleasant. From what she could remember, the Book son had been fairly good company through the duration of the meeting. Before she could say any more, however, two more people joined the table- one seemingly a student like her, and the other introducing himself as a professor. She had just given her “It’s nice to meet you”s when her bottle of milk suddenly tipped over, spilling its contents across the table.

Well. There went her chance of making a good impression.

Her face flushing with warmth, Dawn muttered an apology and moved to clean up her mess- only to find that as her hands came in contact with the spill, they were left...dry. Momentarily confused, she took a double take at the “puddle”, and pressed a finger into it. Still dry.

Which meant that there had never been a spill to begin with.

Confused, she looked back up, and found that one of the girls- Desdemona, she had given her name now- had been in the midst of defending her, much to Dawn’s pleasant surprise. Before the blond could finish, however, she quickly reached the same conclusion the Trickster had. Another twinge of warmth went through Dawn as Tessa also lent her support, although she also raised a good question- who had set up the illusion in the first place? She had seen one of the Avalons walk in, but he seemed distracted with a Sterling (Larke, her mind offered) and another girl she couldn’t name.

Like Tessa, Dawn’s thoughts never reached the conclusion of the professor being the culprit.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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In the short span of time where he’d braved being social, and sat down attempting to say hi, a whole ménage of others had seemingly arrived at the roughly same idea. The discomfort crept across Tover like clothing that stuck unpleasantly to his skin after being in palpable muggy weather. It was actually pleasantly cool inside, but he could feel the overcrowding squeeze in.

 Tover had barely uttered his greeting, before doing a soft apologetic nod to the blonde girl whose hair fell in loose curls. He’d likely interrupted something when suddenly what must have been a staff member appeared like he owned the building, shoving his ego so blatantly harsh through conversation that the Books' attention had difficulty not shifting towards it. This was a teacher, right? He looked and sounded French in demeanor, complete with that sense of overbearing superiority that he’d known a vast majority of Parisians to keep close to heart.

The callous introduction wasn’t the interesting part as movement that shouldn’t have been there manifested on the table. The milk just spilled over without cause. Like it was going to all along. Tover frowned half-unenthused. He’d been looking at Dawn just moments earlier trying to start a conversation. Not only was Dawn blameless, Oliver had accused her of something she clearly didn’t do, but did so in that condescending french fashion that just made the back of the neck bristle. It showed that his own Ego was worth more than the common decency of everyone else.

His grandmother would have floored the man with glee.



With agitated nonchalance, Tover lifted his cup to take a sip of the steamy okay-enough tea he’d fetched. He wanted to stay out of it for now, as he didn’t know if this was normal or a clever chess move. Everyone else seemed extremely pressed on the nose about the act, saying their piece about it as he assumed it was a case of the former for the teacher.


“With all due respect… It was an accident, and accidents have nothing to do with manners. You didn’t even let her say sorry before being mean about it."
When the blonde with curls made a decently satisfying quip back at the instructor, Tover decided to just partially sit this out and get to know people he was going to be in school with.
 He watched as Desdemona dabbed at the spill, only to make clear there wasn’t actually a spill. It didn’t take Tessa’s surprising knowledge of bloodline lineages to figure out Illusions fall under the trickster specialty. It had been on purpose, and it had been to slight what might have been one of the few people he actually knew before classes began. Not even the first day of school, and he had a professor he didn’t like. Which means he’d found the first class that was actually naptime.

Tover felt a tinge of surprise as the blonde girl with icy blue eyes suddenly chimed up about his lineage. Attention breaking from the crowd and general direction of the minor agitation. He hadn’t expected it to be known like that, but before he could even utter a word in response others drowned out the attempt. Still, while he didn’t know her name yet, Tessa’s bloodline knowledge received a very approving gaze as his mouth began the first vestiges of a smile. Watching her come to the defense of her friend.


"Can you figure out who did this? Because someone is being a big jerk and picking on Dawn to make her look bad in-front of you! This is so uncool."
The edges of his smile widened as Tessa made her own quip. If she’d feigned ignorance on purpose, it currently didn’t matter. People trying to be friends and standing up for one another was good stuff. Perhaps this had been a slightly more calculated move by Oliver after all. Providing students an opportunity to bond at the cost of their opinion of him. Either way.
Score Two - Nil for the students. Good~



People passed through the cafeteria benches with some frequency, and an unsurprising "Hello, My name is Adelaide Monroe" snuck in from the side. Tover had nothing against people saying hi, but this was already far messier of a conversation and larger of a group than he was comfortable with. His fingertips slid under the edge of the platter that he hadn’t even had a chance to take things off from, and if Dawn had not made mention of Italy, Tover would have left the table. Instead, a tiny, ever so slight sense of belonging crept in. He wasn’t completely alone in this massive school. That was enough. Enough to grit jaw and carry on.



He too remembered that sharp and loud meeting (yelling match) in Italy. Between the mothers of the family breaking into argument over contracts and the Memoli’s hand movements reminiscent of someone trying to explain to you just how good their pizza is, he recalled seeing Dawn excluded and sitting on a couch outside the ‘meeting room.’ He also recalled he’d taken a recent detour through the kitchens, pockets loaded with goodies. 

He would have passed her by had her eyes not made him think he was hallucinating. But no, those were certainly grey as well! Tover had felt such joy to find someone else with his eye color. Procuring puddings, and chunks of kielbasa. Even individual well-wrapped Italian cream cake pieces were all conjured up from his pockets.
It didn’t take long to discover he’d absconded with the entire sugary monster cake this way, and while somewhere a chef was going to be furious, he’d being sharing it with Evelyn quickly enough that there would be little evidence left. That’s odd. He recalled her name being Evelyn. Was it Dawn? It was all so long ago and so fuzzy, and that evening was one big sugar rush. It had been fantastic, for anyone not an adult.

Too didn’t wait for a convenient pause between all the hello greetings and cordiality of conversation. He turned his head and spoke kindly. “It’s nice to see you again too Dawn, Let’s chat proper when we’re not meeting a thousand people.” He took a light breath, but it didn’t pause him as he half slumped into the seat towards the table. Leaning on his open palm chin and jaw first, finger raised to touch his cheek~ He'd changed his mind on the silence and just waiting it out, upset and defensive enough to temporarily not be concerned with the pressure of being social in a brand new environment. Dawn was a friend. Dawn was going to get support. Tover leered at the professor with that trademark nonchalance and half-disinterest before putting some firm push behind his words.

“You on the other hand. If you’re looking for people who appreciate your stunt of tricking, demeaning, and putting someone down just so you can try and make an impression. You’re at the wrong table.”

“Good-Bye. Professor. You’re taking up Adelaide’s seat." was added additional dismissive and unwelcoming tone.
His hand rose to flag down the person that had just now put their best foot forwards into introducing themselves. Pointing at the space Oliver was occupying as he looked at Adelaide, with a calmer and neutral manner of speech saying: “That spot’s free.” As if it was matter of fact.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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The French man’s eyes watched Dawn carefully, observing her response.

She apologized immediately - Though, that was expected of anyone.
She hadn’t noticed how quick the Professor’s response had been to the spill - Another cue missed.
She went to clean up the mess - She still didn’t realize it was an illusion just yet.
And finally, she second guessed herself, having double-checked for verification before finally identifying it as an illusion all along. She was still unable to determine the Trickster whom was at fault. Skylar’s egotistical manner dropped immediately, the rude-teacher persona having been an act all along. His tone took on a much more humbling sound and his features became gentle and soft. The change was noticeably different and the Professor seemed a lot friendlier now.

“Well, I would say you have a good group of friends already,” he commented, having observed how many had come to her aid and let off a smile that was so inviting it was hard to believe this was the same teacher from moments ago. With a wave of his hand, the milk disappeared, still perfectly upright, revealing the culprit to anyone who hadn’t pieced it together yet.

Skylar proceeded to look at Tessa. “Hmm... Tessa, right? I heard you were interested in Illumination. I look forward to working with you." The French man seemed to know a lot about the students already, especially when it came to the students attending his classes. "While I appreciate your concern for Dawn, it was, in fact, not a prank.” His eyes moved to Dawn next.

“It was an assessment,” he explained, pulling out a small notebook and pen from his jacket, jotting a few things down.

“If there’s one thing you should all remember while you’re here at this school, it’s that, on its surface, not everything is as it appears. Sometimes there are hidden motives within.” His advice seemed to hold a strange tinge to it, almost as if he was referring to far more than just illusions of spilled milk.

“Miss Memoli, you aren’t able to identify illusions yet, are you?” He pondered over his notebook absently, tapping his pen. “That’s alright, it’s actually an advanced technique. I’ll be the one teaching it to you this semester. I'm teaching Trickery and Illumination this year.”

Skylar closed the notebook, tucking it away before looking up to address Dawn once more.

“I do apologize for that. I had to catch you off guard in order to get an accurate read. Though I would certainly hope,” his eyes trailed to Tessa for a moment, then to each individual at the table, “That a milk spill isn’t enough to make a student look bad. Especially a spill that was fabricated.”

It was at Tover’s rather rude and disrespectful dismissal that Skylar simply smiled a tad sheepishly and went to stand.

“Yes, of course. I was just leaving.”

He went to move before pausing with an after thought and addressing the entire table one last time. “I do want to make one thing clear before I go. If anyone pulls this sort of thing for harassment purposes or with any ill intent, do not be afraid to come report it to me so that I can tend to the situation personally. None of you should have to worry about students using their magic to bully you. If you need any help, my door is always open. Enjoy your breakfast, everyone.”

With that, the professor was off, swiftly exiting the cafeteria.

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Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon
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Larke raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing Jasper’s deal, and he broke into a light laugh at the unexpected boldness. His gaze fell down to the table, and he ran a hand over the nape of his neck as he turned the deal over in his mind. ”You drive a hard bargain, Miss Monroe,” he said, and sighed, “But you haven’t really left me much of a ch—

And he was interrupted by Derrick Goddamn Avalon’s kid.

“Jason!” he greeted with a warm grin, not missing a beat. “Been quite a while! Not since… What was it, the Yule Council dinner?” He leaned back a bit, but with his body still turned in toward Jasper, before continuing. “I’d make an introduction, but you’ve already seen to it, Jason. Our families do work together on the Council, you see," he explained to Jasper, "so we’ve seen quite a bit of one another. And I heard his father is going to be teaching, if I’m not mistaken..?”

Before there was time to continue that train of thought, yet another lovely (though notably more flustered) young lady showed up at the table.

Another Monroe, apparently.

He shook his head and smiled at her stammering response to her sister, craning his neck to see the harried situation left in her wake. ”Oh, I wouldn’t worry about starting trouble, now. Nothing wrong with a bit of good natured mischief amongst mages, is there?"” he replied, standing out of courtesy for their new guest, and extending a hand to shake. “I'm Larke Sterling. And it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Adelaide. Would be safe to assume a family tie between you two?” he asked in a joking tone, casting his glance back toward Jasper.

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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe
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Kora waved a final goodbye to her relatives, and picked up her bad once again. The painted antler of a reindeer skull protruded from the top, apparently there a testament to her dubious victory over the dead ungulate.

Professor Byrne had quite quickly dropped her customer service face, and fallen into her more usual demeanour and tone when addressing her... however that was not what was concerning the student at that moment in time. As she cast a brief look into the cafeteria, one of the people in a small conversing group had moved aside, and her eyes had set upon a rather familiar face. Or, at least very familiar features.

Like a wolf that had just spotted a deer, Kora dropped her bag and padded forwards, watching closely to make sure she was correct in her first assumption.

She was.

It was one of them.

A Sterling.

What caustic remark Maeve had been making was drowned out entirely by the blood pounding in her ears.

There was only one way to react to this situation.

Only one way.

With a battle-scream of "TYYYYYR!" the whole six and a half foot of Kora cleared the length of the cafeteria in moments, shoving aside students and furniture alike until she collided full-force with the standing form of Larke Sterling. She threw him down onto the table before them, dug her knee between his shoulderblades, and grabbed the nearest weaponry to hand.
This happened to be a bowl of yoghurt and granola, which she unceremoniously emptied over the young man's head.

"You've gt a lot of nerve even showing your face here you trash piece of Sterling scum!" the girl exclaimed, reaching for another breakfast item to douse her opponent in.
"Nobody dishonours my family and gets away with it! That goes for you AND your whole brood of lecherous bastards!"

The warrior dynasty of Norrevinter had started early.

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Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon
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"Oh yes it was at the Yule Council Dinner so long ago." His plastered on smile continued as small talk, nodding when appropriate. "Yes my father will be teaching History and Magical Weapon infusement, one of our families many specialties after all."

As Adelaide approached the table his icy blue eyes zeroed in on the newcomer. Glancing at the table she indicating was causing trouble before turning back to Adelaide. "You do not seem like the type to cause trouble. So I'm sure it was a misunderstanding after all who would cause an issue on the first day of school." Speaking of who would do such a thing, he watched the doorway out of the corner of his eyes.

As Kora finally notice Larke, Jason was prepared as he grabbed Jasper and Adelaide pulling them out of the way before the crazed girl could push them over. Trying to hide the smug smile that graced his lips as yogurt was unceremoniously dumped on Larke's head he instead went into a disapproving look.

"Hello Kora, so nice to finally meet you, I'm Jason Avalon." He paused making sure the name sunk into her mind before continuing." I suggest you may want to get off of Larke unless you want rumors to fly. " He paused shaking his head. "That is also no way to talk to a follow student who does indeed have as much right to be here as you do."

Jason did the best to hide a smile at the next part however a hint managed to shine through his disapproving look. "Also we tend not to like wasting food in this country. Or is it custom to dump yogurt on heads where you come from?" With a sigh he moved towards Larke and Kora offering a hand to either party that wanted it.

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Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon
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Larke was not aware he was going to be body slammed by a small ginger bear until he heard her scream, and by then had approximately zero seconds to react to the incoming threat. He was slammed forward onto the table with an unceremonious ”Hrng! as the air was knocked from his lungs.

It was a miracle he managed to land with his hands down first, saving his nose from being smashed against the surface in front of him. He felt Kora’s knee land squarely between his shoulder blades, precisely in the right (or, rather, the wrong place) to elicit an uncomfortable crack from his spine. He cringed, managing not to yell out—

And then something was dumped on his head.

He could feel something cold, moist and drippy trickling down from the pile atop his hair, running in a little stream down to the back of his neck in one direction, and to the front of his hairline in the other. A small dollop of yogurt dripped down to settle precisely on the tip of his nose.

His mouth folded into a tight line, choosing to accept this fate rather than to explore the alternative of struggling against the inbred ursine fire-Amazon. There were worst things to have running down one's nose than yogurt.

”Good morning to you too, Miss Norrevinter,” he said, grimacing up from where he was being held, ”It’s good to see that you’re upholding the family reputation."

And then, breaking into the good-natured smile of a man who was very much not squashed against a table of breakfast foods by a woman four inches taller than him, he added, ”Though, I have to say it’s a bit early for all of this, no? And ah… No need to worry, Avalon, Sisters Monroe. This is the customary greeting of her clan. Very tactful people. She doesn’t actually mean me any harm... No need to start a commotion, or trade sanctions, or anything like that, right?”

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Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon
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Adelaide Monroe & Jasper Monroe

"You've gt a lot of nerve even showing your face here you trash piece of Sterling scum! Nobody dishonours my family and gets away with it! That goes for you AND your whole brood of lecherous bastards!" A girl screamed taking Jasper off guard. She hurdled herself towards Larke, taking him down in one swift move.

Jasper and Adelaide where yanked aside by Jason who was attempting to save them from being demolished by the young woman. Yogurt and granola flew with abandon, and normally Jasper would have found it slightly hilarious but in this case she was horrified.

”Good morning to you too, Miss Norrevinter, It’s good to see that you’re upholding the family reputation. Though, I have to say it’s a bit early for all of this, no? And ah… No need to worry, Avalon, Sisters Monroe. This is the customary greeting of her clan. Very tactful people. She doesn’t actually mean me any harm... No need to start a commotion, or trade sanctions, or anything like that, right?” Larke said in a good natured tone, but Jasper had suddenly lost her sense of humor.

Adelaide felt the change in her sister. Suddenly she was stiff and her eyes where glued to the table. Adelaide looked at the table unsure what had gotten her sister so...furious....and then she saw it. Amidst the chaos and splattered with yogurt was Jaspers sketch book.

Jasper took a deep breath and elbowed her way away from Jason. She took a step towards the large girl, her mind abuzz with agitation.

"You, Neanderthal on top of Larke, what are you ten? You childish, immature...ugh! You are proof that evolution CAN go in reverse! We all sprang from apes, but you didn't spring far enough!" She said fuming. Adelaide watched in awe as her sister let the Amazonion have it verbally.

"I dont care what he's done to you, this is a school and i guess your bloodline wasn't taught manners? It's kinda sad watching you attempt to fit your entire vocabulary into a sentence, so dont bother replying. Just know this, you had one enemy with Larke, Now you have three you crazy, sad, little girl. I can't imagine what qualities you may have that would compensate for your behavior in public...go back where-ever you came from you are depriving some poor village of its idiot." Jasper said as he picked up her sketchbook and shook it off, making sure it splattered the girl.

Adelaide was in shock at her sisters fury, though she supposed she understood. That sketchbook was from their long passed mother and if anyone took a moment to look in the front, not only was there an inscription from their mother but also a sketch of the three of them together.

"Jasper, go calm down." Adelaide said with a sigh as she tugged on her sisters arm. She knew it was unlikely to happen but she hoped. Jasper was ready to get physical and she was unsure she could stop her if things got out of hand.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Tessa eye's widened at Tover's words. The fact that he had the gall to say something so harsh and demeaning to a professor he just met was unheard of. Also she highly doubted that was the professor's point if he was indeed behind the act.

Tessa bit her lip chewing on it as professor Oliver spoke to her, face flushing red as she realized she had called her own teacher 'uncool'. A quiet apology in french was spoken to the man before he continued. After all being recognized by the professor teaching her illumination was not a good way to start off the school year.

While Professor Oliver continued speaking her mind trailed off, full of confusing thoughts. What if he tried to asset her power strength in illumination? So it was okay to use illusions as an assessment to embarrass someone but not okay to just embarrass someone? A frown graced her normally smiling features as all the questions ran through her head.
Tessa eyed Adelaide as the girl was scared off by Tover's words taking them the wrong way. Before Tessa could even offer an apologetic smile or explain what her new friend meant, Adelaide was gone.

With a smile sigh she turned to the remaining table and studied those present, her smile returning. "Well Professor Oliver is right I think we will all be good friends!" Tessa eyed Dawn and decided the best way to put the nervous girl at ease was to make her feel better about the situation. "Besides the fake milk spill made me realized that I'd like some strawberry milk too."

Getting up and walking back towards the line she was so distracted be her thoughts that she did not notice the tall firey redhead on the war path. Who easily pushed the smaller petite Tessa out of her path. As she stumbled onto the floor Tessa started to wonder if Strawberry milk was cursed.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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During the continuation of the exchange with the teacher, Desi had tuned half out, dropped the crumpled napkin, and pulled out her cellphone to text her dad. She looked back up to see Adelaide backpedaling away rapidly as Skylar left and wrinkled her nose.

“What was up with that?” she gestured towards the teacher, who was now assisting an adult female that Desi assumed to be another professor. “And that too.” She waved over to the girl who’d decide to run away from them, and was now joining a twin as well as the Avalon and Sterling heirs at a table.

“Anyway…” she waited as Tessa reassured Dawn and went off for strawberry milk, then bounced back to the introductions, “as I was saying, I’m Desdemona Moore.” She waited for the pause, wondered if anyone knew Damien Moore was teaching, and allowed for the connection to Beswick to be hopefully noted (it would grant her at least part of the “old line” immunity). She amused herself with wondering if anyone would think of Cremonet. Her peers were probably too young to care at the time that it was news…

“I’m really excited to be here, actually. Like, this isn’t what mages normally do at all. I mean, normally it’s all family and private tutors, and the only time you get to hang out is at the fancy occasions and like, nothing wrong with those but I wouldn’t really call it hanging out either, you know? So when I heard about this school I was like - OH MY GOD, TESSA!”

That had not been what Desi had said about Marchand upon first learning of it, not at all, However, the third girl at their table had been bowled over by what Desi was guessing to be a Norrevinter charging towards the Sterling she’d noted earlier. The blond quickly got out of her seat to check on Tessa, while keeping her eyes on the commotion and snickering at the use of yoghurt as a weapon.

Then the twin of the girl who might have sat with them was standing and shouting insults and Desi gaped. “Is she stupid or just suicidal?” she murmured to her companions, eyes widening. Not even speaking of status… there was a good foot or more of difference between the two girls.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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An assessment.

It hadn’t been a prank by another Trickster hoping to ruin her image in front of the professor- someone with a grudge against her family, or just hoping to pull a sudden trick on a whim- but, rather, by the professor himself. Surprise lit up Dawn’s eyes as she turned back to look at Skylar, followed by indignation and something cold that didn’t quite fit in the girl’s face. Just as quick as it had appeared, however, it vanished- concealed by the magic dripping down her features like syrup.

“I see.” A wide, PR smile stretched Dawn’s lips. “Well, Mr. Oliver. It was a bit difficult for me to tell at first, unfortunately. Since you used a bit more stronger illusionary magic than I’m used to, and I hadn’t been expecting a professor to use it on me during breakfast. Without consent.” She placed the cap back on her bottle, gave it a twist, and brought it closer to her body. “But thank you for the offer, Professor.”

As Skylar rounded out of sight, she gave a soft “Jesus”, shaking her head then looking up back at her company with a far more genuine smile. “At least there weren’t any real spills. I would’ve hated it if I had to do the marks all over again.” As if to emphasize her point, she ran her hand over the paper again, cleaning away some of the graphite that had settled there. “I do hope we’ll get along, though. It was...really nice of you guys to defend me like that when the professor showed up. Really appreciate it.” She glanced over at Tover directly, now, and gave a grin and a “And, yes. I need to make sure my memory’s right, and if you actually stole that entire cake or not.”

Desi’s introduction earned her a small delay from Dawn before she blinked and gave a sudden clap of her hands. “‘Moore’ like the teacher, right? And the offshoot?” Followed by a, “Is he your dad? The, um. Professor, I mean.”

The Cremonet line did not cross her mind. While she had overheard the name spoken a few times by her parents, they had never talked much about them. The affairs of a family that they did not deal with tended to hold briefer discussions than not. As Tessa stood to get her own strawberry milk, Dawn smiled and nodded, watching her for a moment before turning back to the table sitters.

Of course, her attention was quickly drawn back by a sudden loud commotion, a cry of “TYRRRR”, and the sound of stumbling. Startled, Dawn looked to find a redheaded girl tackling another student- the latter she recognized vaguely as a Sterling, which meant that the girl was probably a Norrevinter- and Tessa falling to the ground. Her attention quickly shifted mostly to her new friend getting pushed aside, and, alarmed, Dawn left her seat and rushed over to the blond. “Are you okay?” The Trickster lowered herself to the ground, offering up a hand to help Tessa up.
While she did so, Dawn got a better view of the situation that had caused the tumble, as well as the escalation that was accompanying it.

Like she had thought, that was indeed a Sterling, and that was indeed a Norrevinter. Shockingly enough, however, one of the girls she couldn’t name had begun to yell at the redhead, spouting a wide variety of taunts.

A part of Dawn was taken aback by the fact that the yelling was aimed at a Norrevinter, even with the rudeness of the earlier charge.

Another part of Dawn was attempting to wrap her head around the insults chosen. In particular, the “little girl” portion of the rant.

A Norrevinter was many things, but none of them were ever little.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Tover’s brain was on fire.

Everything was dimmed from his perspective. Sounds dulled and blurred as cascades of blood pounded the insides of his ears. His sped up heartbeat drummed slow and with pounding vigor. Adrenaline had kicked up when the thinking cog had realized what it had just made the body do.

Forget that he spent the first major conversation of the day back snapping at a teacher, or that the attempt to make friends was lackluster because of it. A tremor coursed in his digits, breath heavy, shaky in his seat. He was half in and half out of reality as events became tumultuous.

Why did it feel so good?

He expected fear, a sense of diminishment, the need to creep back into her corner of safety. His ghostly eyes remained wide and glued on the instructor as the man spoke, but Tover didn’t actually hear a word. Just muddled noises as if you’re hearing someone through a wall in the other room, overlaid only by his own unyielding heartbeats.

Imagination spoke for him as a chessboard was mentally conjured. Massive and wide where standing on a single square would make one feel miniscule. From above, a colossal disembodied hand materialized and took hold of something as it descended. Only when the fingers squeezed together did a white pawn shatter into existence with a reverberating glassy clang, heavy dusty thud leaving the foot of the piece as the pawn was lifted and moved two paces forwards on the board. His board.

He felt nervous realizing what kind of forward push he’d done, yet relished it at the same time. Yes. Good. This was good. He liked this. Being forward and direct gave a sense of freedom that he’d been craving. Sure he was used to lurking in the backdrop and sullying his time away. But this, this was better. This felt like confidence. This felt like who he wanted to be.

Standing up to family was a task and a half, an impossible feat for someone who could only look up to those who sneered down. But this, this teacher, this had no such sway over him. Neither personality pressure nor authority rebuffed him from speaking his mind properly for one of the rare times he managed to. This is what kept Tover slow and sluggish as he sunk back into the seat to restore telltale nonchalance, absent-mindedly adding some food to his mouth. He wasn’t there. Not mentally.

Adelaide hadn’t joined the table. Tover didn’t even see her walk off, attention having barely been on her after using her introduction to plug in for added effect when he’d expressed discontent. One less person at the table was not remotely a problem, it was even comforting to remain with a small group of people that had all shared similar interest to defend Dawn.

Skylar had sodded off, but he’d spoken a lot. Likely some lecture.

Tessa must have said something; he did notice her mouth moving before she got up. The mouth movement of ‘milk’ was enough to backburner it as warbled sound came from Desdemona. Though he must have clearly heard Dawn’s little quip, a smile of pleasantry etching onto his face with a nod. That had been a fantastic weekend.

The barbarian grizzly that roared and barreled past with all the subtlety of a derailed freight train however, was easier to notice. Followed by a sudden "TESSA!” as the noise cleared enough for reality to sink back into the land of importance. He turned his head to watch the ensuing wrestle and scream match a few tables away. His mind half-wandered inconveniently. Another chessboard as Norrevinter viking-hugged the Sterling with the kindness of a cannonball.

Tower takes Bishop.

Tover had to give his head a shake. Other important things just happened. Tessa. Help Tessa. By the time his hand was ready to push away from the table however Dawn and Desi were already with her.

Nagging words were thrown from the eventful table. Oh. Found the Monroe. Or two? Perhaps his vision was still equalizing, but those girls had some similarities between them. Never having gotten a great look at her, he actually couldn’t tell which of the two it was that had tried to say hi.

This place was chaos.

An odd noise rustled the air. A screeching caw? What could possibly make that sound? The Norrevinter table was wild and easy to keep eyes glued on, sure, but to ignore the noise you didn’t recognize. Now that was dangerous. Already half up from being in progress of going to Tessa, his half-open eyes did a scan around the ro..

The fluff-creature. It was perched defensively on the shoulders of a girl, wings snapping and protectively positioned to defend her from harm. Where was it looking? A quick glance to the Sterling table answered that entirely.

Norrevinter was giving one hell of a speech. For all that brutish veneer and sizable mass that was likely dwarfed by the sheer density of her pride, there was a good mind in there. His eyes flicked momentarily to Tessa. A good mind, but blind to consequences of what happens when recklessly charging to a goal.

He was standing now. Tessa had been helped, and he’d been too distracted to contribute. Tessa hadn’t been the source of the issue though. Just a victim. Tover didn’t know much about the big feud between the Sterlings and the Norrevinters, but it didn’t need his kind of mind to easily put the pieces together.

Jarlinna Kora Mari was a hefty name. Kora would do. That would likely intimidate the pants off those Monroe girls if what he said was enough to make her pass up their table, and given that the suave looking one.. well. Slightly tarnished. Had been used as a seat, her chances of being taken seriously were pretty good, and the challenge of a fight was very likely to make everyone keep their head down. It didn’t hold a candle to the imposing pressure some of the women in his family let off. Or perhaps, it’s because he didn’t know much better, but.. did that sound like bluster? Angry and emotional, primal and direct. Had she even realized the effects of her warpath? How everyone was looking?

She was never, ever going to make a single friend that way.

Why did that thought hurt, so incredibly much. His heart clenched at the realization that if this is how she leaves off, it will only get worse from here with more cause for anger.

A beautiful thought bloomed in Tover’s mind, the tactical cog saying it’s due.
“I’m going to do something stupid.”
His words were soft, the adrenaline from earlier present albeit slowly diminishing. Directed at the general table before putting one foot infront of the other, straight towards the Prime Spotlight of the morning.

One. Just one.

Just one redeeming moment was all he’d had to chance in order to not only to make another friend, but also to not let that prideful mountain of a woman suffer in the long term. He’d seen before where that kind of bluster got you. Alone. Angry. Pained. Unwanted. Hating the world.

He stopped within talking distance, but was a little louder as only the adrenaline from before was actually keeping him on his feet. Sure he was frightened. Who wouldn’t be scared when you’re approaching the current prime possibility for biggest school bully.

It didn’t need to be like that. It didn’t need to turn out that way.

“Hey Norrevinter!” Tover exclaimed loudly while not exactly hiding. God this was uncomfterable, but he coulden’t pass it up. Not again. He’d regretted the first time years ago, having said nothing and watched it play out. Not this time, this time he’d take the pain. Standing there seemingly without fear, hands half in his pockets with a nudged-loose tie. While his approach was lightly slumped, he straightened up to speak as if to try and be taller. Not that such an attempt had merit.

“That was a nice speech. Councilmember is nice and all, but you won’t make it if you don’t realize what happens the people in your path. I know councilmembers are strong, and smart, but most of all I heard they care. They care about people and want to do what’s right.”

He shoved his thumb harsh over his shoulder.
“You hurt someone back there, while on your rampage. So if you too, care. Walk with me and come apologize, and talk to her. Because that’s what someone worthy of honor would do.”
A light breath was his only interruption, the idea of ‘the right thing to do’ stuck in his mind as he swallowed hard to push that know back down his throat.
“But if you don’t care, and all you are interested in is your personal vengeance, or whatever this is.” He said the last part motioning at the interaction that occurred between Monroe at her. “Then a fight is the only thing you’re ever going to have here. You speak well. You can think well, and you’ve got the strength to accomplish what you want. That’s great. But if you don’t have the heart to use those where it matters. Then I’ll take that fight Norrevinter. I’ll take that fight every day, because never will I ever want to see you in a position of power.”

Another breath, another nervous swallow he tried to stifle. Teeth doing a temporary grit. Although he said the next part with an effort to hide the painful emotion, his facial expression betraying him to show the care and concern.

“Don’t let everyone here believe that a loud brute is all you are.”

If she apologized to the Sterling or the Monroe. That was her prerogative, however they were direct targets after she’d rampaged her way over here. He took a step back and to the side, raising his left hand to offer it as direct invitation. Having done his best damn attempt to diffuse tension like he did at home all the damn time, and at the same time trying to provide Kora a social escape route. This could be patched.
If she refused.
He’d tried.
If she didn’t, he planned to walk back to Tessa with her regardless if she accepted the hand or not.

Her current targets could clean up their own mess. The suave one looked like he’d try and talk his way out regardless, the girls were going to be upset just because they could. The other one.. He didn’t quite know. Looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps he’d met him before and just couldn’t recall, but the name Jason just stuck in his head. Tover didn’t say more however, having moved out of the walkway enough to give way and offer Kora the space to start the walk back down to Tessa.

Would it work out like he wanted? Maybe not. Tover already having decided to bite the bullet, and deal with this event as a new step forwards for who he wanted to be. Because at least of this, he could be proud. The mousy, corner-kept, silent Tover, was gone.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Jesse didn't really see the problem with sleeping in the cafeteria. It was breakfast after all. While Helena got up to get some more cereal, she ate her pancakes and looked around the cafeteria. That boy, apparently named Jason, had turned his attention to someone else. He really seemed stuck up. Not that she was one to judge, but wow. He reminded her of Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books. That's how arrogant he was. She turned her attention back to her pancakes.

All of the sudden there was gasping around the cafeteria. She looked up to see a boy getting up, painfully, with yogurt on his head. Next to him was a very smug-looking girl who had obviously done the deed. She saw people left and right jump to the boy's defense. Good, at least not everyone here was stuck-up. Through all the commotion, she learned the girl's name was Norrevinter. Strange name. But the girl didn't seem to care that no one thought well of what she was doing. She sat on his head. If Jason was Draco Malfoy, this chick was Pansy.

Maybe I should say something... Jesse thought. She wasn't one to get into fights. In fact, she avoided them as much as possible. But this girl was just being a bully at this point. Jesse got up from her seat to go find a teacher, or at the very least, a responsible adult. But as she did so, a boy stood up and did her job for her. The cafeteria was silent after his speech, looking at the Norrevinter girl, wondering how she would reply. Jesse, however, felt that the boy had hit the nail on the head, and started clapping.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon
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#, as written by Hyro
”I’m not that kind of blind,” she had said, confusing Drake slightly. What did she mean by that? He had no experience in blindness or eye disabilities of any kind, so he was about to ask for clarification.

That was, until the chaos went down in the cafeteria.

Drake was on his feet in seconds when everything started, reacting in a sort of fight or flight response he had acquired from his home life. Him standing had been completely impulsive, as had his nerves tensing up in his shoulders and back. After a quick assessment of the situation, however, the boy snapped out of his attentive stance, having heard his name. Mitch was confused and asking what on earth was going on. It was a good question, and his eyes narrowed at the other tables in an attempt to properly describe the situation.

It was like watching animals throwing a tantrum over a stolen bone, Kora being the angry beast and Larke being the one who had taken her meal. He'd never seen this kind of social behavior, though he was pretty sure this wasn't common for mage culture, and was likely considered rude, if not entirely mal-mannered.

“I’m not sure… Some tall ginger girl just brought down some guy and poured yoghurt all over him, then sat on him… Hold on, I’ll be right back,” he offered her, moving toward the mess. He made sure to grab some napkins at a nearby napkin station on his way.

“Hey, guys! Knock it off!” the young mage shouted in an attempt to damper the conflict, keeping his distance for the moment. As if on cue, the taller woman had put Larke back in an upright position and was now addressing those around her. Drake didn’t pay much mind to their conversations, instead opting to walk over and offer the messy man some napkins.

“Here,” he handed Larke a small stack of napkins, before moving over to the spot on the floor where said food had been dumped over Kora’s victim. Especially since the tantrum girl seemed far too superior to actually consider cleaning it up. It was everywhere, and he quickly realized upon further inspection that he was going to need more than just napkins. The boy moved to grab an empty tray off a nearby table and, using some of the napkins, scooped the various liquids and chunks onto the tray. With a quick sweep, he got the rest of what was left, leaving the floor clean and dry, then moved to the nearest trash can to dump the tray and its contents.

When Drake looked back to the scene, he found enough people had gotten involved, so instead of adding to the crowd, the boy simply padded back over to his table to inform Mitch. “Everything’s fine, I think. I’m not entirely sure. But it seems like it’s being handled.” The boy, who had still been staring at the scene, finally dragged his gaze away to look at Mitch and Apple, noticing Apple’s rigid stance and tentativeness.

“We’re not in danger, if that’s what Apple is worried about,” he assured.

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Jason eyed the small girl he had shared a seat with on the way over, knocked over by the callousness of Kora. His unasked question of did she need help was met with the shake of the head. A frown graced his face as he prepared to go over there. However two others were already on the way and taking care of the issue.

Back to the issue at hand, he was admittedly amused as Kora moved Larke like a toy. Dumping more breakfast over the boy's head, even if outwardly he only showed disapproval. He'd have to send Kora a thank you card or something, Jason had wanted to dump drinks over Larke's goddamn perfect hair for years.

"Kora, you do realize they could decide to remove toiletries from your little kingdom." He sighed, running a hand in his hair as he spoke in an exasperated tone. "You know, maybe if you were nice you could get your sugar privileges back." As Jason considered how to move Kora from her newly acquired piece of furniture, since this had gone on long enough, he was elbowed in the gut.

"Oof" Not a cry of pain but more one of surprise as the girl, Jasper, that he had removed from the situation was getting herself back into it. Well, that's the thanks you get when you tried to save someone, he guessed.

His eyes of disapproval turned to Jasper and he voiced his disapproval. "Jasper insulting someone is not helping the situation. It may also do you some good to know exactly what situation you are getting yourself into before you speak. Threatening a Norrevinter is one of the stupidest things one can do." Well, he added mentally, unless you are part of the future council member club.

Of course Kora chimed in and informed Jasper of her ignorance. Who responded by getting into a fighting stance. Jason readied himself to get between Jasper and Kora in hopes that the smaller, less informed artist did not hurt herself. He was saved from this fight as another boy entered the fray, Tover, his mind supplied. Shouting out across the cafeteria, a rare look of approval graced his face as he met the other boy's grey eyes. Jason would stand down this time and see how this played out. Ready to jump into the fray if things went south after all, few called out a Norrevinter's honor in public like that. Though the public was on Tover's side if the clapping was any indication.

No, Jason had another fish to fry. Icy blue eyes narrowed as they watched a black haired boy grab napkins, yell, poorly wipe off some of the food, and race back to his table. Someone needed a talk on how to behave, and not be an moron it seemed. He would keep an eye on the boy who was either ignorant, had a death wish, or was trying to pick a fight. After all getting involved in a matter required either a big stick or knowing how to talk. It appeared the kid had neither of these qualities.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Jasper and Adelaide who were thankfully backing down. Ever the gentleman he looked at the table motioning to the book that had started this commotion. "Oh, don't forget your sketch book." His eyes took note of the yogurt spilled and the connection was made. With understanding he moved to grab a napkin and offered it to the other. "Here, there may be time yet to fix this little spill." There really was no need to cause so much fuss over a little book, but any distraction he could use to pull away Jasper from Kora was a good one.

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Jason put on a fake smile as he nodded to Adelaide speaking to her politely. "Oh I understand that something like that is very important. However maybe next time it would be better to fix the mess rather than let it sit. Before jumping into a feud between two powerful future council members who have the power to make you and your sister's life miserable."

As Jasper left and Adelaide apologized on her twin's behalf he zeroed in on Kora who was currently apologizing to his.... to the girl she knocked over he mentally corrected. As Larke offered to clean off a non-existent mess on the younger girl his eyes narrowed. Sterlings rarely did things out of the kindness of their heart, that bastard was up to something. Meaning he would have a talk with Larke later and officially declare Tessa under his protection, after all he had promised to look out for the younger girl. Whether she wanted it or not.

Now onto problem number two, as he disapprovingly eyed the black hair youth and blind girl with the insect abomination. Now seemed like as good a time as any to inform him of what was going on, and why shouting 'knock it off' was the worse move imaginable. As he took a step forward Montana appeared and basically told them all to not be privileged brats. He nodded agreeing with the man's message, after all getting into trouble on the first day looked bad. Once the teacher was done he continued forward towards his targets.


"Mind if I join you Miss Ingram and companion. While his tone was polite it was not a question as he moved to sit down without waiting for permission. His eyes looked at Drake studying the youth with a rapt attention as he took in every detail about him in a very unnerving fashion. "I'd like to introduce myself, Jason Avalon." There was no pause as he continued as very few did not know who he was. "Miss Ingram, your new friend may need some lessons in etiquette. Please bare with my questioning for a moment while I figure out a few issues. Jason's tone was cold as his face shone of disapproval as he spoke to Drake as if the boy was a child. "I would like to know who you are and why you felt it was a good idea to involve yourself in a feud. As well as ask what made you think that saying 'knock it off' was a good idea and was going to help anything?"

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Well.

Dawn’s first day was turning out to be much more interesting than she had originally thought. Whether or not that was an entirely good thing was up for debate, but either way. Several strong personalities had already made themselves known. The Council kids were obvious competitors so far, as well as the two girls she wasn’t quite able to identify at first- Monroes, apparently. A trace of surprise went through her as Tover stepped into the cluster of activity that had formed, and a bit more at his giving of an impromptu speech to one Norrevinter. She wasn’t quite sure if he would be rewarded for his efforts, but one still had to give props for trying.

Absently, Dawn caught a small bit of the exchange between Jason and Tessa, but her mind was elsewhere. The information went unprocessed. Instead, her smile returned as the other girl quickly bounced back to her previous level of energy, seemingly unaffected by the whole ordeal. “Well,” she began, “she, um. Came pretty fast. Unless you were psychic, I don’t think you could have really known she was going to knock you over like that. And-” Dawn’s face brightened somewhat- “it, um, wasn’t too big of a deal. You defended me, so it’s really the least I can do to help you up like that.”

The Trickster’s gaze flickered over to the scene of the crime, where a dark haired boy had just dashed up, given a glass of water to a rather disheveled Sterling, and booked it as fast as he had came. “You think they’ve met before this? I mean, he,” in reference to Larke, “seems pretty...composed, considering someone just went at him out of nowhere.” Of course, knowing the line, there was also a chance that he was just managing to roll with the punches to save face in this situation. A fair chance, indeed.

Dawn continued to watch as Tover wrapped up his speech, and Kora gave her own reaction- much less impressed than others (in the distance, she could faintly hear the sound of someone giving her applause) before trudging over to Tessa and apologizing.

Dawn’s brows raised. Color her impressed. Considering how things had been going, she was a tad surprised that it had all been solved without any larger conflict. Even one of the Monroes, who had been bristling with anger during a part of the confrontation, had walked off to somewhere else in the cafeteria. Granted, she doubted that the feud between the Norrevinters and Sterlings would end here (the parting bit of Kora’s apology and Larke’s comment proved that), but as no one was on the receiving end of a breakfast shower at the moment, Dawn considered that a definite improvement.

She watched as Larke gave his own apology to Tessa, pulling the concerned gentleman card with ease, before turning her attentions over to whom she presumed to be a teacher. Dawn wasn’t keen on bringing up any familiarity herself yet- especially with Sterlings. She adjusted the cuff of her sleeve somewhat, and was listening to the teacher’s commentary of things when Tover spoke up. Dawn blinked, batted some of the hair out of her face, and looked over to the newly reseated Book.
“It really wasn’t too big of a deal,” Dawn repeated, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. “Desdemona and I were closer, anyway.” At Tover’s next comment, the corners of her mouth lifted again. “Well, considering nobody is flipping anyone into a table right now, I’d say it was a job well done.” Her hands lifted, folding together neatly on the polished surface of the table. “You did pretty good holding yourself together up there, though, I think. I heard a few people clapping, too.”

At Tover’s mention of the name Evelyn, her smile widened, showing off some of her teeth. “That’s my middle name, actually. So you weren’t completely off.” Dawn explained. “And, ah. I would have no problem with more talking, really.” She paused, then, glanced over her shoulder, then turned back around. “I didn’t see whoever started it. It was nice of her- whoever she is.”

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Kora couldn't help but feel that Tover was putting too much stake in the whole thing. It was not as if anyone whose opinion mattered didn't already know what to expect. Some people truly got wound up about some small things. Still, he seemed well-meaning enough, and it never hurt to have people on your side. Especially when some of the students were so touchy.

Not so much with the Botrelle girl though, it appeared, who seemed pretty unconcerned about her trip.
"Yup. I'm sure. It was nothing personal, I'm sure you're great and all." Kora responded to Tessa, maintaining the good natured tone, though her newfound diplomacy was tested when the sister of the previous girl showed up. Still, she was doing a better job than her sibling at keeping things civil.
"Apology accepted. Sterling isn't concerned because this is how things are, and it's probably a good idea to..
"

She trailed off momentarily upon catching the exchange or Sterling passing the napkin, and Tessa's blushing. Her gaze moved over to Larke.
"Really? There is something wrong with you."

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At the end of the corridor leading from the cafeteria, the shadows cast into the alcove there began to ripple and warp for a brief moment, before Professor Kovalenko appeared. A few wisps of dark, inscrutable matter seemed to evaporate off the surface of her coat and coil round her boots as she stepped out, in time to pause in front of the retreating Jasper and give her a look of stony disapproval.
"Miss Monroe I'm not aware of anybody giving you permission to leave the cafeteria. Professor Lovette is going to be arriving soon to deliver some very important announcements and I wouldn't like him to have to repeat them all purely for your sake, so I'd appreciate if you returned to your seat. "

Her dark grey eyes swept up as she caught someone else about to exit.
"The same goes for you too Mr Coleman. Return to your seat. I don't want to be spending all my time acting as sheepdog for every student tantrum that takes place this year. So let's start as we mean to go on."
She made her way to the entrance as a brisk pace, pausing for a moment to shoot Cyrus and Dinah a look sufficient to cause the two to scramble inside and to the nearest available seat (the furthest distance away from each other that they could find at short notice).

From there she walked over to the figure of Montana, coming to a stop next to the man.

"They don't seem to be listening." the woman remarked, noting that his short speech hadn't made more than a few students set their food down and wait for some form of permission."Seems we're going to need to teach this the hard way."
Oren swiftly lifted one slender, gloved hand into the air and snapped out her fingers to their full extent.

A wave of frosty air burst out from the woman like a blast from the arctic wind, and within moments all the food and drink the students had been enjoying was frozen completely solid. Fruit juice sat inert and fixed to its glass, pieces of toast were left as hard and unyielding as paving slabs.

Satisfied she'd gotten people's attention, Professor Kovalenko spoke up, her tone singular and unwavering.

"I beleive Mr Montana was speaking to all.
In the future I'd highly recommend listening to what he has to say.
This is the first lesson you are going to learn here.
I'm sure that a lot of you are used to people doing what you say at home, or being able to talk your way out of having to listen. That isn't the way things are going to work here.
Each of us on staff has been appointed by the Council of the Eight Powers to train you in the arts of magic, and as we're acting on their behalf, nobody is above the rules here.
"

Her icy gaze lingered for a moment on both the ginger giantess and her silver-tongued nemesis, pretty certain today's incident was neither the last, nor the worst trouble those two would cause.
"Failure to listen to us, any of us, is going to result in immediate consequences.
Please keep this in mind the next time you choose to disregard what is being said to you.

Norrevinter, Sterling, consider this you first and your only warning to keep your fighting to combat class. Next time anyone tries something I'll assume they enjoy battle so much that they'll jump at the chance to spend their free time cleaning the combat equipment.
"
Norrevinter might have been the instigator in this case, though if Sterling hadn't done anything to deserve being tackled yet, he probably would have in the first few days, so Oren saw nothing unfair about applying it to both sides of their ridiculous fight.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Minori Fukutawa Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Draivess Ulftern Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Rei Farran Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Toby Schippers
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Draivess lent his shoulders a bit of rest, rolling them back gently as he held his crossed arms resolutely. He gazed about emotionlessly at all of the gathered students. Really just looking at them for the sake of something for his eyes to do, though truthfully he was also assessing each of them, mere seconds holding analysis and opinion of a whole handful of students at a time. He gave a cursory glance to the other teachers, searching their faces for any sign of them actually starting any time soon. Madison looked as though he were about to say something, when a quiet voice spoke up, interrupting the cross-dresser. Why Mr. Lovette dabbled in women's fashion was rather beyond Draivess, but it was not as though he were going to be asking.

At the student’s explanation, Dry quirked an eyebrow. Was this student for real? She really had no idea that she was a mage? Drey could have scoffed with disbelief had he not been in front of hundreds of students at that moment. His face remained blank as always. This girl was going to get steamrolled. His gaze slid away from the two, tuning out Madi’s words as they weren’t relevant to him. He could only pray that the small girl would be in neither of his classes, for gods knew he wouldn’t have the patience to deal with her skittish nature nor her absolute lack of everything that pertained to them and their entire world.

The room suddenly darkened, but Drey did not shift his position in the slightest. He already knew what was happening; he had been briefed on the introductory lecture earlier. Lovette went through the list of rules, having obviously practiced it beforehand in order to deliver it to perfection on the day. It showed a high level of professionality and a sharp respect for the job he and the other teachers were doing here. Dry kept his gaze solely on the sea of students before him, lips a stern, straight line, but no malice or irritation showed in his features. He wanted to see how the students responded, but for the most part they remained silent, some nodding while others just kept their focus on the front of the room. At least they were paying attention.

Mad’s voice filled the room once more then, asking if any of the teachers had something to add to the general rules. Of all of the teachers, it was Toby who stepped up first. Drey was a little surprised at this, since from what very little he knew of the man-- and of all of the other teachers for that matter-- he had seemed to be somewhat shy and subordinate. He had expected another to take the lead, but perhaps the smaller man had managed to gather up his courage and didn’t want to take the chance of losing it with time. Nonetheless, the man still stumbled and stuttered a bit throughout the speech, but that seemed to just be something to expect with Schippers. Draivess couldn’t help but glance over towards him when he finished. The man looked utterly relieved, seeming to confirm Drey’s suspicions about courage. He was glad that the little teacher had managed to get through it with so few bumps.

However, as Toby finished and sat back down, Drey waited for another teacher to speak up, and fully expected this to happen. Yet, he waited… and waited… and waited. Was no one really stepping up yet? It seemed as though they had left Toby hanging. In reality it had not been too terribly long since Toby had finished, but it was getting to the point where they were quickly approaching a sort of awkward silence, about 20 to 25 seconds later. Drey did not bother to look at the other teachers during this, simply keeping his arms crossed and looking forward at the students. He really didn’t want to be the next to speak, in fact had planned on going sometime last, but he was not about to leave a colleague hanging, or, furthermore, let any student think that they didn’t have full control of the situation or were even hesitant about this introduction.

So, Mr. Ulftern stepped forward with absolute ease, confidence and comfort very apparent in his body language. It gave the very strong impression that they had intended for the small lull, had let the seconds pass by in order to instill the seriousness of Familiar matters, had used the time to look over the students and ensure they understood. It had not been a time to become lax in attention. After all, almost every aspect of what they were teaching was dangerous, and every single one of them should be taken with the utmost seriousness and respect. Failure to do so would result in injury or death, and gods knew Draivess had enough of both for six lifetimes, whether in sheer number or lasting effects.

”Draivess Ulftern,” His voice rang out with strength and poise, demanding the attention of the students there as he introduced himself. There was no mistaking him for a man who wasn’t in charge. He didn’t seem to be particularly fazed about peculiarities with his name either, having purposely left out any ‘Professor’ or ‘Instructor’. In even his first words, his German accent was very pronounced, but it was clear and concise, easily understood and not hindering him in any manner of getting his point across. ”Levitation or Poisons? You are mine.” His voice was rich and full, but still it was clear that English wasn’t his primary language-- thus the strange choice of wording. ”My English will not always be perfect, but it will not be problem.” The expression of his form was so confident that indeed, surely there would be absolutely no reason for any student to find a problem with communicating with him. He almost seemed bored as he said this, as though to intone that ‘duh, of course it won’t, why would you ever think it would?’ in both the smoothness of his voice and the command he seemed so easily to wield over himself and the room while he held it.

The muscled German leveled his gaze specifically at the students then as he continued, ”Toxins will not be practiced outside of their specifically marked locations unless otherwise stated with supervision.” He shifted his posture lightly, uncrossing his arms and standing comfortably. ”I expect full respect to be given to mineself and my colleagues, and full attention imparted upon all aspects of teacher-student meetings and classes.” He was driving this particular rule in sharply by repeating it—it almost seemed directed at a particular white-haired student who had gotten up to go and interact with a very late arrival sometime between Lovette and Schipper’s speeches-- before moving his gaze and adding, “You’ll find me terribly disappointed if that’s not the case,” Draivess spoke this part as if he were giving a little pout, though almost with a playful smirk. He finished that thought then with, ”And absolutely unmerciful.” Any coyness about his prior remark dropped with the tone of absoluteness coming in when he completed said statement here. Strong, direct, and no room for negotiation in the things he had stated during his introduction. With a curt nod, he stepped back and slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, having said his part and now allowing the next teacher to step up.

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"Catch up later?" Toby asked, and Captain Byrne gave a brief nod of affirmation as the students began filing in. Some, she picked out based on their distinctive family features or prior meetings: Sterling, Fox, Anapa, Botrelle, Avalon, Sayge, Belvadeer, and a few others. Kovalenko and Lovette were speaking to her. Some late-comers filed in. The remaining teachers, too.

A dull ringing began whispering in her left ear as she took her seat, and passed to the right.

The blind girl from the roster made herself immediately apparent, judging by the small monstrosity curled around her chair. It would be a problem for combat.

The smell of copper rushed through Maeve's nasal passages just as the lights went out, and the taste of it coated her tongue in a sudden and slick burst.

Her hand shot out to grasp the seat of Professor Kovalenko's chair beside her for a split second and then-

Nothing.

Professor Byrne's eyes locked onto a table of students she had been formerly only glancing over, pupils growing wide with a wildness only accented by the head of fiery red hair fuming out behind her. If the Belvadeer boy were to turn to look at his combat instructor, he would find her staring at him (or perhaps through him?) with a predatory intensity. Under the table, the fingers of her left hand curled and uncurled at her side, in a rapid and inconsistent rhythm. The rest of her body was rigid, muscles coiled like some great, orange lioness ready to spring.

She remained like that, staring directly at the boy, for the entirety of Lovette and Schipper's speeches, as well as the long pause that followed them. In fact, her stare did not break until the tail end of what Draivess was saying, at which point it dissolved with a series of rapid blinks and a shiver of her back.

Her grip on Kovalenko's chair disappeared, and her eyes moved over to Mr. Ulftern.

She didn't know much about the guy: Curt in staff meetings; had a high collaborator death count in the war. Generally not her first pick of Defenders, to be honest, but she wasn't on the hiring committee.

Pretentious bastard.

After taking a hard swallow, she pushed her chair back and stood. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in forward toward the class, fists knuckle-down against the table as she shamelessly let it be known that she was inspecting them.

"Captain Maeve Brigid Byrne," she said, her vowels clipped sharp and bright by an unforgiving Irish accent, "Captain Byrne, Professor Byrne, and 'sir,' are also acceptable titles." As she straightened up, the now-unbuttoned collar of her shirt shifted to the side for a brief moment, revealing the top edge of a black-inked tattoo peeking over her clavicle. "I'll be your instructor for combat and Aeromancy, so every one of you in this room will be seeing me for at least one course.

"Considering that, it will serve you well to know that I take this quite seriously. You will be handling firearms, swords, daggers, and the forces of bloody nature itself, so if you've got an issue with taking instruction, you're going to have an issue with passing my course. I am not your Mommy, your friend, or your nursemaid, and I will not 'go easy' on any one of you without a very, very good reason.

"That being said, if you have any such reason, you may fill out the form beside my office in the gym by the end of the school day. If it is not filled out, I will assume you are fit to take full-force hits in combat as of tomorrow."


As she finished speaking, she rolled one shoulder so that the joint gave an audible crack, and then took her seat.

"I'll assume I'm understood."

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Once it was his turn, Skylar, who had been waiting patiently until every teacher had gone, stepped forward now. He looked over the students, observing each of them, their reactions, their physical strengths and weaknesses, before allowing a smile to touch his lips. He had the smile of a magician, a gleam that held back tricks, secrets, and wonder. As he went to speak, his voice projected through the room at a leveled and unalarming volume.

"Greetings, students of Marchand. I hope you've all begun to settle in by now. It's almost time to wrap up this orientation, but first, allow me to introduce myself. For those of you who chose Illumination as your secondary, you will be having class with yours truly. I will, however, primarily be teaching Trickery. My name? Professor Skylar Oliver, pleased to meet you."

The man went to tip his beret and give a small, theatrical bow, then suddenly, he disappeared.

"To finish off this orientation," his voice rang out from the right side of the room now as he walked a few paces, seemingly having been there the entire time, "I'd like to elaborate on a few final rules. As we are your instructors, I would like to remind you that we are trained to help you succeed here at Marchand. And as such, I suspect we will do certain things that you won't fully understand. Whether it be freezing your food or performing false illusions, please know that we have a reason for everything we do and always have your success and education in mind."

Once again, Skylar disappeared. This time his voice rang out from the left side of the room where he now stood.

"That being said, students are not granted the same leniency over their magic as we are. You are to keep the use of magic down to a minimum while outside of class. Anyone using their magic to harass, prank, blackmail, threaten, or injure their fellow students during leisure hours will suffer severe consequences."

The professor disappeared one last time, having actually been in the back of the room throughout the entire length of his speech. He made his way through the center aisle of the room now, speaking up, "If you witness misuse of any magic, or fall victim to it, please report to one of the instructors so that we may deal with the problem. This is a very serious issue and the ill-use of any magic will not be tolerated here at Marchand. If you need any more clarification regarding what is acceptable or unacceptable magic use, be sure to ask myself or another instructor. My door is always open."

He reached the front and turned to face the students, letting off another broad smile. "Now, does anyone have any questions regarding the rules presented to you today by our faculty?"