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Nimura Hedlund

"Just another soul in this bright brilliant world of ours."

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

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“Smile bright, for Surely, the moon, sun, stars… smile brightly back at you.”



Intro To She



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Full Name:
Nimura Svea Hedlund

Nicknames/Aliases:
Nim
Murra

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Race:
100% Swedish

Birthplace:
Smögen, Sweden

Birth Date:
June 18th

Primary:
Aeromancy

Role:
Student

Secondaries Of Interest:
Familiar Conjuration | Illumination




A Look In The Mirror



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Height:
5’6

Weight:
116 lbs.

Build:
Slim

Hair Color:
Light Brown

Eye Color:
Blue w/ Brown Around The Pupils

Ink + Piercings:
Nimura has only one tattoo- a small end sleeve on her right forearm to her wrist. It consists of several different-sized bands of brown, black, and a single turquoise one. Almost like vertical barcodes. The one at the end of her arm jags upwards into her wrist, running horizontally along the bottom before dipping back down into the ring.

Nim has both ears pierced, the left one pierced all the way up the side as well as the lobe, while the right one is only pierced in the lobe. She also has a nose piercing on her left nostril.

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Description:
Nimura has a slim figure with pretty curves, body slightly tanned and figure tall. She has long brown hair that naturally curls softly toward the ends, speaking of a life lived by the water. It reaches to just above her stomach, though sometimes she lets it grow a little longer. Her bangs are somewhat long, either pulled to the side or over an eye, though occasionally styled just straight across her forehead, though pointing to one side. Nim styles her hair often, either fully curling it, braiding it to one side, straightening it, putting it up in a bun, or doing small braids in the midst of the rest of her mess of hair. It is fairly thick and full.
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Murra’s eyes are a light blue with small splotches of brown around the pupils. They are set on a softly angled face with a lightly rounded nose and expressive brows. However, Nimura has been known to shave her eyebrows in the past. Once or twice. She has soft pink lips, the lower quite fuller than the upper, and are usually found in a pleasant or cheerfully excited smile.

Nimura is quite the fashionista- she loves clothes. Her wardrobe is full and bursting with all sorts of different styles and types. Shorts, leggings, and tees are probably her favorites, unless possibly matched with a sweater or light cardigan. Some outfits are better than others, of course, as she does sometimes have a bit of a curious fashion sense, but it's all the same to her. It is a way to express herself, and she loves expression. Her makeup usually consists of simple black eyeliner, soft eye-shadow, blush, and light lipstick.

She does not actually wear a lot of jewelry, or at least not in large amounts all at once. Rings, bands, earrings, amulets, anklets, and simple necklaces. She definitely knows how to accessorize, and has a small collection of baseball caps and beanies. Murra also loves hoodies and varsity jackets.
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I Am Me



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Personality:
Kindhearted | Content | Inclusive | Adventurous | Self-Sufficient

A sweet soul by any means, Nimura is a highly content individual- she's utterly happy with life, even- or perhaps especially- in its simplest forms. She's as happy spending time with close friends laughing and joking around as she is by herself in the forests, quiet, contemplative, and simply joyful. She isn't fazed by much, and it is almost unheard of to find her offended or upset.

Nimura is full of confidence in herself, which is why she never gets particularly bothered by people with harsher opinions or words- they tend to roll off like water off a duck's back. She's more interested in a person's true concerns than the walls and barbed fences they put up on the outside. She can be quite persistent in this manner, especially if she senses someone hurting or struggling. However, she does also know how to keep her distance and respect certain boundaries. Overall she simply wants the best for other people, and if she thinks she can help them achieve that, she'd be damned to pass up such an opportunity.

Because of this she is incredibly inclusive towards all people- shy, outgoing, proud, nervous, hateful, lost, etc. She knows how much it can hurt to be alone with no attention, thinking that no one else might care enough to bother with you. So she'll be the one to always bother with everyone. Nim also wants everyone to find a confidence in themselves, and a sincere one at that. She doesn't want anyone to be left out, doesn't want anyone to miss out on the chance to smile or feel like they belong. Because with her, everyone belongs, no matter their quirks.

Nimura loves adventure and excitement, so any chance to go exploring is a chance she'll take. The thrill of the unknown does tend to drive her, especially with promises of discovering something great and something to find a new joy in. It is because of this sense that she loves to learn. Anything and everything. If it were up to her, she would be taking all of the classes, even if she can't actually pull off any of the powers, it would simply be for the fact of learning about them.

Murra is an excellent student, with fairly good grades simply because of her unquenchable thirst for knowledge. She loves learning, loves challenges, and loves discovery. Being in Marchand is probably the best thing she could have asked for.

She is so so excited to make her family proud and learn as much as she can around so many new people. To pave the way for the future generations of Hedlunds. She hopes to form sincere friendships, learn everything she possibly can, and, most of all, discover who her conjured companion is going to be.

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Likes: Pickled Herring (A Favorite Of Swedes), Coffee, Beer (The Legal Drinking Age Is 17 In Sweden), Reading, Learning, Hands-On Experiences, Smiling, Laughing, Fashion, Horses + Ponies, Sweden, Cafes, Familiar Conjuration, Cold Days, Tattoos, Sweaters, Company, Forests, Familiars, Animals.

Dislikes: Serious Injuries, Friends In Trouble, Really Aggressive People, Being Reminded Of The War, Deserts, People Being Made Fun Of, Mugginess, Crying, Not Getting Enough Sleep, Being Late, Being Rushed, Burnt Anything, Tags, Rot, Ice Storms.

Skills
Eager to Learn: Nimura has an open and eager mind, ready to learn anything and everything she can get her hands on. This is especially to her advantage when it comes to school. It keeps her mind focused and active.

Familiar Conjuring: As a Hedlund, Nimura has a natural aptitude for Familiar Conjuring.

Making Friends + Allies: Because Of Murra's personality type, it is natural for her to draw people near, whether by making them feel comfortable or causing them to feel like belong.

Weaknesses
Physically Weak: Nimura is both small and sparsely muscled, so she is remarkably weak. She would not do well in any physical brawls.

Beginner: Nimura hasn't had any formal practice or honing of her abilities, so she is very weak in terms of her magic.

Flighty Mind: Can become easily distracted, especially if comrades are in trouble or danger, whether that be in battle or just in general.





Humble Beginnings



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Brief History:
Nimura was born to the Hedlund family on the rocky shores of Smögen, Sweden. Middle child to two other siblings, both sisters, and the only brunette of the three, she was always set apart in the family. She had a different personality than those around her, never really seeming to go through the selfish toddler years. Nim was a strong-willed child whose personality did admittedly mellow out with age.

As a middle child, she quickly learned to fend for herself, receiving lesser attention from her parents simply by circumstance, though not that she really minded much. She learned how to entertain herself from a young age, and it wasn't as though she got no attention from them. In fact, it was beneficial for her. She learned how to be her own person, independent, but also inclusive from knowing how it was to not be included. In any case, there were always familiar Familiars to accompany or companion with. Nim was never short of friends, though not many of them were actually human. At least in comparison with the sheer mass of creatures she had in her arsenal.

This isn't to say that she was distant from her sisters- quite the opposite. They were fairly inseparable when they were young- time and growth of course factoring in once they got older. Whenever they're back together, however, this inseparability returns in full force. They often go down on horse-back to the cold shores of their hometown to spend time with one another and mess around. Nim's sister is currently in college as a full-time student, almost a senior now. Nim's sister is 14, starting her last year of junior high. All mundane schools, of course- a normal happenstance for sorcerers in their town. The three were also obviously tutored in their homes for the magical, as was normal for families to do. Murra therefore knows a little bit about conjuration, but has not actually started really practicing it. She got her invitation to Marchand before she really started learning it under her family. Nimura is the first and only person of the Hedlund family to be sent to Marchand. She is being sent in order to test the school's credibility and to see if it'll work out for their family. She attended mundane schools as well, and was in one the previous year until the Hedlunds heard of Marchand and Murra received her invitation.

The Hedlunds are a bloodline amidst few others who possess the innate knack for the ability of familiars- familiar conjuration having been present in all married couples within the family's lineage. With conjurers in every individual that has ever been in the Hedlund family, it is no surprise that their children learn conjuration both easily and extremely well. They are also known for their primary magics being fluid throughout generations- meaning there being a higher chance for different primaries trickling down despite generation gaps and different primary-wielding parents. That, however, is the end of their fame. They are therefore obviously a mixed bloodline family, with several different types of primary sorcerers in their family tree, though all Swedes. Not that Murra's family is against marrying into other cultures and countries. It just hasn't happened as of yet. The Hedlunds are also off-handedly known for their horse and pony rearing.

It is commonplace for Hedlund children who have received different primaries than their parents and whose primary-related relative is no long available- i.e. dead- to intermingle with other houses in Sweden to learn their magic-craft, since Hedlund is one of the larger, well-known and well-respected houses in Sweden. It is rare for this to occur in the first place, of course. This was another reason why Nimura was so easily allowed to go to Marchand, what with being the remaining eldest in the house. It is her job to decide if the school is worth its salt, and then pave the way for future generations if it is, not just on cases of differing primaries in the Hedlund house, but just for the learning of magic in itself.

Because the Hedlunds are also known to take to a single familiar and simply use that one and that one alone for most major dealings and also companionship, (though this is not to say that they do not have others that they use, they just tend to bond very specifically to one out of a group of given familiars) Nimura wants to have a companion like that as well. Her main reason for coming to this school is for their Familiar Conjuration classes, among other things as well of course.

Nimura's mother is an Aquamancer, and her older sister took after her. Her younger sister is a Trickster, which is quite fitting for her personality- always getting into some trouble or other. She took after their grandfather. Nim's father is a Defensive mage, while Nim herself has acquired Aeromancy from her great great grandmother. As aforementioned, every person in their family either has, or is fully expected to (by both blood and familial pressure) possess, as well as excel in, Familiar Conjuration.

When the war hit, Nim's father, grandfather, and grandmother were called in to assist with war efforts wherever they could. Miraculously, all three returned to stay three years later when the war concluded. It was often that she, her mother, and two sisters received letters from their father frequently, and their grandparents occasionally. This was mainly how they kept in touch. It was in this way that the Hedlund family was touched, but not ravaged, by the war. They were not blind to its horrors, as their father unabashedly and unconcernedly detailed the dealings around him- from innumerable death accounts, both close to himself and just in general the losses of human life- to the loss of his left arm during one particularly bad battle. He tells the story often, and he was fortunate to survive at all, let alone with such a minor (at least in his eyes) injury.

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FC: Ellinor Olovsdotter
Played By: Skwidge
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So begins...

Nimura Hedlund's Story

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Nimura hummed softly to herself as she stared straight up at the ceiling of the truck she and a handful of other students were riding in. She had raised her legs slightly to swish her feet back and forth in the air, hands planted firmly on either side of her on the seat. She sat alone, though it didn’t bother her very much- it had meant more room to move around. A bright smile was fixated to her lips while she tilted her head away from the ceiling to the open window beside her. The sun was warm, heating the inside of the vehicle, but not unpleasantly so, especially with so many windows open providing a cooling effect.

This was finally it, she was at last on her way to Marchand. Sliding her hand onto the window before sticking it out of the open space, Nim relished in the air that parted around her limb as it rushed past. She tilted her hand down, before up, and then repeated, enjoying the shifting of the air currents that pushed at her hand, aiding in its upward or downward movement. She was a far, far way from home, but at least air was somewhat familiar. Not like she had had much practice in her aeromancy at all to begin with- none, actually. Ah, the perks of being a Hedlund. She was excited to learn it. And Familiar Conjuring. And illumination, and being so far away from Sweden, and starting her own journey, and and. The list was endless, and with her boundless measures of excitement, there was absolutely no time for nervousness. She didn’t miss her home, or at least not much, and she wasn’t feeling any anxiety from being separated from her parents for the first time. A perk from being raised separate from them for a lot of the time.

Nimura could not help but enjoy the pleasant dips and bumps of the truck moving about on the roads. She certainly was a long way from Smögen, but Murra relished in the fact of a new adventure. There would be much exploring to do, and hopefully a lot of faces to meet and hold dear. She ran her fingers along the brim of her black, red, and white cap, and settled in a bit more to enjoy the rest of the ride.

By the time they finally arrived and the school came into view, she could hardly sit still. This was her school, and she’d finally learn how to be a mage. As the truck pulled to a stop, she was among the first of the students there to get up. She moved with confident strides to the front, quick to disembark and gather together her luggage. She had been on one of the later buses, but it did nothing to dampen her spirits. Plenty of time still to meet and greet and hopefully have some breakfast, as she had been much too focused on getting to the school to really remember the first meal of the day at the beginning of her day.

Making her way to the front desk, Nim greeted the woman there warmly, smiling kindly and reining in some of her excitement so as not to overbear others’ presences or get on anyone’s nerves. The woman, after checking Nimura’s name and realizing she was a Hedlund, mentioning taking her luggage down the hall to have it moved for her- something her family had arranged for her- before handing the girl some papers and then directing her to head towards the cafeteria once she was done. Murra nodded, doing as she was bid with a genial ‘thank you’ as she headed down that first hall. After having her things taken care of, she headed towards the cafeteria, which was not very hard to find, given the pleasant aromas that wafted down the halls.

Upon arrival, Nim discovered many, many students bustling about, a lot of them already seated and chatting. She honestly didn’t know where she would be going; well, that wasn’t entirely true. Food first of course. She would worry about seats and greetings after. Making her way down along the line, the Swede had picked up sausages, pancakes, and a glass of milk, and was just heading out of the line to decide on a seat when a loud, distinctly Scandinavian voice rang out loudly through the room. Her attention immediately focused on the individual, finding a tall, red-headed girl barreling through the crowds to one nearby table in particular.

Nim blinked, watching her in curiosity as she sailed across the room. Definitely Norwegian- she could tell from accent alone- and from the looks of her, Nimura knew her immediately to be a Norrevinter, though only knew that since she was really only familiar with the Scandinavian bloodlines as well as some of the most famous families as well, since, well, they were famous. However, the girl suddenly tackled some poor guy or other- she couldn’t really see well from this angle- cursing at him and throwing what looked to be yogurt at his head.

Nim was taken aback by this display, completely caught off guard. So distracted was she by this, that she ended up simply standing in the middle of the room, staring.

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Nimura gaped as one of the two other girls at the chaotic table actually started yelling at the Norrevinter. Why the girl had any notion to do so was utterly beyond the Hedlund’s comprehension. She had not been taught of proper bloodlines and the places between such- that was the only thing Nim could conclude. It did not seem that Kora simply crushed the smaller girl into obliteration though, which was always nice, for a white-haired boy had arrived on scene with some impressive words and even more impressive logic, seeming to have diffused the situation, making mention of the redhead having knocked over a smaller girl. She was glad to see that Kora had a good head on her shoulders, and wasn’t above taking responsibilities for her actions. This was no surprise, of course, as the Norrevinters were a noble clan of people, but the fact that Kora was not an exception to the rule was still reassuring.

In any case, the group dissolved in front of her eyes, as the fellow Scandinavian walked back with Tover to apologize to Tessa, the boy she had attacked earlier slinking smooth as silk after them. Who was he? A Sterling, right? He must have been, if the Norrevinter had assaulted him. Well, Nim was glad all was right in the world again, and the cafeteria chaos seemed to recede. She still needed to find a place to sit, though….

Peering about the room, she noted that more people had arrived- stragglers, or perhaps people who had just been enjoying some exploration before arriving on scene. Whatever the case, she noted a rather pretty and notably foreign individual- certainly foreign even for herself being from Sweden, what with this girl certainly being from the southern hemisphere of the world- sitting alone by a window. Perfect. Murra thought to herself, a content smile adorning her lips as she turned to walk over. On her way there, however, it seemed that two others had beat her to it.

Another white-haired boy- at least she thought it was a boy… actually maybe that was a girl- although this one with notably longer hair than the prior that had spoken up before, and one with lighter hair as well, bleached blonde. They look nice enough, plus the fact that they had had the same notion to give the lone girl company stood as testament to the thought. Nimura arrived on scene at the tail end of Theren’s introduction, the smaller one behind him, almost shyly so. A warm, gentle, but cheerful smile swept across her lips as she dipped her head in greeting to Lucien while Theren finished speaking. She blinked, eyes widening for a moment in surprise as Theren pulled Lucien forward, but the surprise was gone in the next instance, replaced with her prior content smile.

“Ah, may I join in as well?” She interjected in the small lull that provided itself in the short moments after Theren had finished speaking and during his pulling forward of Luce. Her words were quick, though, so as not to pull too much attention from Lucien who was just about to introduce himself, by the feel of things. She spoke with a Scandinavian accent as well, though notably different from Kora’s of course, since they were from two different locations in the trio of Nordic countries.

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Nef watched her tea get cold, briefly stirring it with a dainty silver spoon before looking out the window. The sun was making its ascent, as usual, and a faint smile graced Nef's dark-tinted lips as she thought of home- Ra, the Egyptian god of the sun, driving his chariot across the sky. She was about to give up on the odd herbal-scented drink when two rather feminine-looking males approached her table. One introduced himself quite politely- Theren Belvadeer, and company. She smiled.

"Please, sit down! It's such a ruckus over there, I figured a nice, quieter seat by the window might attract the right sort of people. It's nice to meet you, I'm-" Nef was cut off by a quick, accented voice belonging to a attractive Swedish girl. "Of course. I was just about to introduce myself to these fine gentlemen. My name is Nefertiti Anapa the third. Please call me Nef." Her face lit up with happiness- three new potential friends, and not part of the snooty, bloodline-praising group that appeared to be clustering in the middle. She'd heard the diplomatic speeches- or, attempts, at least- and figured that they were

"Just curious, what classes will you be taking? I'm pursuing healing and blood magic- funny mix, hm." Nef completely disregarded the chilly food in front of her and fixated her attention on the three mages in front of her. Belvadeer certainly rang a bell; she'd heard of it during the stuffy meetings and peace negotiations between southern tribes and families when she was younger.

"Theren, doesn't your family focus on secondaries? I've heard very little about these foreign bloodlines, please excuse me if my assumption is incorrect." Nef took a leap of faith in identifying the bloodline, hoping that it wouldn't be too rude for her to be so uneducated on the northern families of mages. Her family certainly was at fault with its own vanity; only bothering with other mage families to lord over them like pharaohs and dictate their politics like they were playing gods- which, in a way, they were. Two years of mundane high school had certainly knocked her down a few pegs- hopefully she wasn't too out of place with her dark skin and reluctance to associate with the rest of her family.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko 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: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus
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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..
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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.
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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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Nimura’s face lit up pleasantly as she received a warm response from those around her, the short-haired boy giving her a regal bow which just tickled her pink. So polite! He introduced himself again, and she nodded with bright eyes; his family name was only slightly familiar to her, for it was only the fact that the Belvadeer family focused on secondaries just as her family did that she recognized it at all. She was rather clueless aside from that. Nimura took a seat on Lucien’s side, setting her tray of food down on the table. With the introduction of the beautiful copper-skinned woman, she recognized the name immediately- the lesser countries in the world she was familiar with, for the famous bloodlines in them were few and very prominent. Not confusing and muddled at all like the thousands of families in Europe and the U.S. that always seemed to get jumbled up in her head if they had not some very special and specific trait that made them stand out. Her face displayed such, as a look of excited awe filled her features, directed at Nef.

Nim had expected to hear the voice of the smaller feminine looking male, but it seemed as though he had gotten cut off by Nefertiti’s excitement. She glanced in Lucien’s direction, but he didn’t seem to have minded. He did speak up, however, at Nef’s introduction, reciprocating Murra’s own feelings on the Egyptian bloodline. The long-haired boy then got to introduce himself, meaning that Nimura could also go ahead and introduce herself. He had a really sweet and pleasant voice, soft and unobtrusive. She liked it. Lucien Magnaventus, the name she did not know, though, judging by his last name, he was an Aeromancer. Her eyes lit up and she leaned sideways across the table in her excitement, looking at Lucien, ”Oh! I’m an Aeromancer as well, though I hardly know anything. I’m a Hedlund,” She explained, thinking, or rather hoping, that her family was well-known enough simply for the fact that they were so different from all other families in that their primary abilities were always mixed despite parental magic, so she hoped the name alone would prove ample reason enough for her lack of experience in the Aeromancy field. In fact, Nimura wasn’t sure of any other family having that sort of bloodline, or at least none that she knew of. Certainly there must be one or two others, simply for the sheer mass of families that filled the world. ”Nimura Hedlund.” She finished, introducing herself, “It is a real pleasure to meet your acquaintances!” Her lips melted into a close-eyed smile, her voice chipper and sincere kindness very apparent in her tone of voice. When she reopened her eyes, however, she was met with the sight of Nef’s arm in Theren’s grasp, the boy seemingly mesmerized by the tattoos. However, the action did draw Nim’s attention to the runes that seemed to suddenly manifest. They were really pretty.

She didn’t get a real chance to comment or even form much of an opinion on Theren’s actions, though not really fazed by it in any case, for suddenly a sharp chill ran through the room. It was not unwelcome, since Murra originated from a cold country and it had been a bit hot for her liking here, though it had surely grabbed her full attention, as it had intended to do so. She was unsure of where it had originated, but upon looking down and finding her food frozen, a sour look did temporarily mar her otherwise kind and cheerful visage. About that same moment, a loud crash sounded right next to her as Lucien seemed to have startled and dropped his tray. He looked as though he were about to cry, obviously quite embarrassed about it, and immediately she outstretched her hand to rest it reassuringly on Lucien’s arm. It had a confident air, though gentle, which she hoped he could draw his own sort of stability from. ”No need to apologize, it wasn’t really your fault. It’s perfectly alright. No need to worry.” A kind smile filled her face, and she shot him a confident little thumbs-up. Almost as if to strengthen her words, Theren easily and automatically picked up the fallen tray for the boy. Nimura pulled out the seat next to her so that Lucien could at least sit down. She patted the cushion in a friendly manner, sincerity and understanding in her eyes but also a very stark exuberance that simply shrugged off the supposed-offense like it were absolutely trivial flowing smoothly through her actions. She was far more concerned about Lucien’s well-being and comfort than some stupid ice tray that didn’t really end up bothering anyone anyway. In the same stroke, a woman’s voice spoke up coldly, almost as cold as the ice that had formed on their drinks and food items.

She spoke as if it made complete sense to justify her actions of freezing the food, almost as though they had done improperly for trying to enjoy it when it had quite clearly been laid out for them in the first place. The woman went on to talk about respect and listening skills, of which she wasn’t sure had originated from, as it had seemed everyone was obeying and being relatively civil about breakfast, aside from the understandable and to-be-expected feud between the Norrevinters and Sterlings.

A girl from another table spoke up to comment on Nim’s concerns about the food, using logic and subordination to make her claim. She was polite about it, though firm. Already quite the adult, it seemed. She would probably go far fairly easily because of her outlook on life. Nimura returned her gaze to Lucien to ensure that he was all alright.

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Seraph Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Percival Pelacour Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon 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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Dami smiled at his fellow teacher, rolling his eyes. ”Give me some credit, Derrick, I know not to favour Desdemona, and she knows it too. It won’t stop her from trying, though. And she might have a point about food waste, even if she could have said it better, and expressed her concerns more politely.”

The phone beeped off, and Dami slipped it into his pocket, walking and talking. ”But really, why? I know adults who are scared of Oren Kovalenko, with good reason, why does my daughter seem to think she could take her on? And they’ll already be intimidated if they have any sense.” he said breezily. ”Some of the mage world’s most well-known fighters are teaching, that isn’t a reputation to take lightly. Even if some children don’t seem to have put the pieces together just yet.”

Dami adjusted the fall of his cloak over his shoulders, the deep blue material glimmering as if with stars. Being a necromancer meant a lot of unexpected cold drafts; he’d learned to always dress for them instead of dealing with sudden goosebumps every time a relative popped in to say hello. ”I do think this will be good for them, though. The primaries are always well taught, but the secondaries are hard to know what to look for in a tutor. Though I’m not looking forward to dealing with different skill levels in necromancy either. Do you know the verdict on the power reading proposal?”.

During the planning for the school, one debated topic was as to whether or not the students should be put through some form of test to determine the size of their power wells. Dami had either missed the final decision or one hadn’t been made yet, and he didn’t know when he could next ask. However, he never did get his answer, as they entered the library then, and approached the rest of the staff. Dami took a moment to compose himself, then smiled as he went to join his colleagues. There was a stereotype about necromancers, one as ridiculous as the one about terramancers always wearing green or tricksters being compulsive liars. Being blond, bright-eyed, nearly always smiling and favouring rich blues or reds over black meant that Dami looked nothing like the image most people got when thinking “necromancer”. But that was of no importance compared to what the man could do when wielding his powers. Smiling brightly, he took his place, observing the future students.

And the plenty of ghosts mingling in the crowd. Ancestors had come out in full force today to see their descendants off to school.

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  1. Okay, posted for Luce, and I have a request. Could one of the people sitting with him take the time in their post to write along Luce coming to the library with them? I'm giving permission here, as I couldn't work it into my post, so just a note that he follows them when they do move would be nice, thank you <3

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Lucien fell into the chair almost without seeing it, trying to curl in on himself with his hands in his lap and his shoulders hunched. ”I didn’t mean to…” he murmured quietly. ”It was an accident, I’m sorry…” his voice grew quieter with every murmur, the words and actions of his companions falling on blind eyes and deaf ears. Lucien hated doing things wrong, it was that simple. People weren’t kind to mistake-makers, especially ones with nothing else going for them, and he was here to make his family proud, not a laughingstock. His hands clasped each other tightly, almost painfully, not that Lucien cared. He probably deserved it, he’d already messed up, coming here had been a mistake…

A teacher came up and Lucien withdrew further, because This is it now no one will want to be my friend and everyone will just remember me as the stupid kid who couldn’t even hold onto a plate but the lady only left them a dustpan and headed off. He didn’t understand why they were delaying – maybe they didn’t want to get off schedule? – but lunged for the dustpan anyway, eager to undo as much of the mistake as he could, but his hands were trembling and he couldn’t even get a grip on the handles of the cleaning tools.

”I can’t hold it…” he murmured softly then finally looking up, only to see that the others were more concerned-looking, not jeering or filming or anything of the sort. He took a deep breath then, trying to relax his irrational fears. He was being insulting by assuming they were the worst kind of people every time he got scared. He wasn’t going to get tortured, he’d get a detention or something but it would be okay.

Breathe. he reminded himself, then looked around at where the students were starting to file out as his hands slowly stopped shaking.

They couldn’t eat without permission, he’d have to remember that.

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It seemed that Lucien did not hear them, as he suddenly closed in on himself in his chair, truly looking as if tears were just about to spill over and dampen his cheeks. A sincere look of concern filled Nimura’s face, and she frowned, pained to see Lucien, her friend and simply fellow human suffering in any way, shape, or form. She felt a strong urge to rub his back or offer up some other form of physical comfort, but she refrained from doing so, afraid of startling the boy further or making him more uncomfortable. He probably wouldn’t have noticed in any case, if his missing of their words and actions hadn’t already provided enough evidence for such a conclusion. Murra held her hands tightly in her lap, leaned slightly in Lulu’s direction, with that worried look still ever present on her lips and in her eyes.

A rush of warmth whirled through the air, tingeing chilled fingertips and melting cold breaths, resuscitating the frozen food back into its prime, the warm, comforting smells of pancakes, syrup, and bacon once again flavoring the air. With it came a very similar tone in voice, as a new teacher came on scene. She was terribly pretty, with kindness and warmth radiating from her in both the literal and figurative sense. The Pyromancy professor- that made sense. Polite but stern, logical but compassionate- understanding. Nimura really liked her, so she was delighted to learn that this teacher covered Magical Theory, meaning that she would be her teacher.

Looking down at her plate and suddenly sensing the pressing of time, Nim quickly forked some food into her mouth, relishing in the sweet taste and fluffiness of her pancakes and the rich crunch of the bacon. As she did so, the teacher who had just spoken up came to their table with a broom and dishpan, offering it to whomever would take it to pick up the fallen tray and food items. So perhaps they did care about it having happened. Nimura felt it to be in poor taste, almost reinforcing the idea that Lucien had made a grave mistake that was currently being frowned upon. However, upon looking at the white-haired boy, he seemed eager to correct his mistake, but seemed taken aback and ashamed once more when he discovered he couldn’t even hold the cleaning tools. He took a deep breath and collected himself, and the mess was taken care of.

They would need to leave soon to head to the main orientation at the library, but in the meantime, Nim turned to look at Lucien, glad he was doing much better. ”You didn’t get the chance to eat. Did you want my other pancake, Lucien?” Her Swedish accent intertwined with her words, making them sound carefully chosen and slightly foreign in her mouth, but in such a way that gave a sort of cute, try-hard impression. She smiled sincerely, motioning to the other pancake that was left on her plate. ”Feel free to decline though, if you’d like.” Another closed-eye smile, and she took a sip of her drink.

A little time later, Theren spoke up, suggesting that they head to the library then, lest they be left behind. Nim grinned and nodded her agreement, pushing her chair back and getting up, grabbing the trays around the table while Theren threw an arm around Lucien’s shoulders, goading him along to walk beside him. Nimura brought up the rear, as she had dropped their trays and glasses off along the way, wiping her hands gently on her pants and smiling brightly, happy to just be here and eager to soak in all the sights and emotions. Theren made mention of their group’s diversity, and she simply nodded cheerfully in agreement. Ter seemed to be the appointed leader of their group, and Nim happily followed after him, letting him take the lead in terms of conversation and the likes. She was much too busy looking around with wide eyes anyhow.

When he turned his attention back to Lucien and herself, asking them of their secondaries, a delighted look filled her features. ”Certainly Familiar Conjuration, since that is what my family is famous for, but I’m also pursuing Illumination. Though, if I can have it my way, I hope to worm my way into any and every class I can on my off days.” A wry little smile pulled at her lips then, positively brewing with energy and perhaps a bit of mischief. ”I really want to learn as much as I possibly can while I’m here, even if it means not necessarily being able to wield that knowledge in a physical manner.”

They continued to make their way to the library, and, upon arrival, Nimura was, as expected, totally taken by it. It was so large! So much knowledge! She had a strong inkling that she would be spending quite a bit of her time here. It was very open, with many windows for natural reading light, warm colors to encourage learning and comfort, and many locations to settle in and immerse oneself into a good tome.

Theren asked where they would like to sit, and indeed, many of the chairs were quite full. Nimura hummed quietly, gazing around. ”I don’t mind wherever we sit; we could even find a spot on the rug, or even the floor. It makes no difference to me.” She smiled brightly, allowing the others to make the decision, ”We could join others at a table too.” She added as a sort of afterthought, gazing about the room and greedily taking in the new surroundings.




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Irritating… mercilessly irritating. The well-built German man pulled at the pristine white and tight collar hugging at his throat, barely loosening it with his fingers. It wasn’t even so much the suit that was causing this agitation- far from it, though it did aide in this whole mess. It certainly didn’t help that he nigh never wore suits in the first place. He clenched his fist, fingertips digging into the skin. How had he been talked into doing this whole thing again? Narrowed eyes slid to the wall as he walked down one of the many hallways of the main building, dropping his other hand from the tie and collar and tilting his head back and forth, soft cracks sounding as he stretched his neck. Drey ground his teeth- he hadn’t been in such a position in ages, and why he had put himself through this torture, was beyond him. Flabbergasting, honestly. So vexing a situation this was, that it actually showed on his face. A deep-set frown and furrowed brows, Dry let out a deep huff of air before tightly and sharply tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves, straightening and setting them perfectly against his wrists in one furious motion. His nostrils flared before he came to a simple halt.

Draivess crossed his arms and simply leaned against the corner of a window, head turned to gaze out of the clear structure before him. His eyes raked harshly down across the grass, across the bark of trees, but eventually it slowed, softened. Eyes tilted up to the heavens, sky bright but still dotted with some dark clouds off in the distance from the recent rain, a different sort of frown now lingered on his lips, devoid of that prior, poisonous anger. Instead it was now pained, eyes melancholy. His hand slid along the corner of the surface in front of the actual windowpane, before fingers started tapping aimlessly on the flat of said surface. With another huff of air, he turned his head from the window, staring instead at the floor now.

Why, why, why was he putting himself through this? An endless hell, to be sure. ”Tch.” He vocalized, but let out a defeated sigh shortly after, features softening before his entire face went blank, any previous emotion seeming to slip right off. He straightened his shoulders, face level and form easily displaying confidence, even if he didn’t necessarily feel it. It wasn’t as if he felt the opposite of it now, though, either. He felt nothing, steeling himself for having to appear in front of other people. So many other people. It wouldn’t do to dwell on it. Besides, now that he gazed down at the watch on his wrist, he realized he was going to run late if he dawdled like this any further.

Slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers, Draivess continued his walk down the halls towards the library, not particularly fazed by the looming of time despite having noted it only moments before. As he neared the place for orientation, he did not seem to notice any of the other students, or at least did not even slightly bother to look towards any of them, simply slipping past them with pristine silence. Not a single sound echoed from his footfalls, and his attention was completely focused on the back wall where the other teachers were gathering. They all seemed to be there save one or two. Honestly, he didn’t particularly care. He did not look at the others, did not meet any possible gazes towards him, did not greet them or share in their excitement for the first day. Drey came to a stop at the front of the library, turning then but still not looking at any one particular person or thing. No, his gaze was currently fixed up on the balcony railings. He stood a notable few feet away from all of the other teachers, who seemed to be grouped quite closely together, chatting animatedly. He stood in stark difference to them.

He was emotionless, face utterly void of any sort of hint as to what he may or may not be feeling currently. However, his body language was a bit stiff, displaying obviously that he was a bit out of his element to anyone who might be paying particular attention to him. In the next instance, he moved, crossing his arms lightly and tilting his head down to look around at the gathered student body, figure seeming to relax into the action. With the movement, tight sleeves were pulled back a few inches, revealing a tiny bit of the ink that stained his wrists.

Upon looking at the many young faces displayed before him, and quelling the rising discomfort that threatened to spill over and make him do something he would no doubt regret in the presence of his peers and colleagues, the answer to his previous question presented itself.

Ah, yes. Duty. That was why.

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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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Dami watched both Toby and Draivess speak without much outward response. He had heard of both men before, had not been aware that they would be his coworkers, but now was not the time to ponder. Maeve, on the other hand – she was hard to miss, and said her piece very characteristically, he thought. Very much like the woman herself. He stepped up next, drew his cloak over his shoulders, and released into the room the cold aura of a practising necromancer, the whispers of the dead rising in his ears.

“I’m Damien Moore.” His voice was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes and on his lips as he looked around the room, letting his cloak fall open again as the chill faded. “I will be teaching Necromancy and Healing, and I can assure you of a proficiency in both, no matter what is said about their conflicting natures” he flippantly gestured with his fingers, then moved his hands to his hips. “I’d also like to address the rule on sexual activity. You are all young people and undoubtedly, some of you are rather curious about sex and are thinking this will be a good testing ground for your newly discovered urges. A word of advice, don’t. A vast majority of you are the heirs and heiresses of powerful lines. Your parents will undoubtedly be most displeased if you become too entangled with one another. In addition, Marchand School of Sorcery has a full disclosure policy in regards to parents knowing their student’s health. If by some twist of fate we end up with a pregnancy, all parents and family heads of both involved students will be invited to the school. At lunchtime, they will be congratulated on their upcoming heir and the future union between lines. Everyone will know, and carelessness will receive no aid from staff. On the other hand, if someone can’t keep it in their pants and forces you into unwanted sexual contact, report to professor Avalon immediately. There is no tolerance for completed or attempted sexual misconduct, or false reports of such. The slighted party will be allowed to design and inflict a creative punishment within reasonable limits after an adult trial by the Council of Eight Powers has been completed. Those of you without reputations, don’t get involved. You will not fare well if your romance is anything less than fairytale perfect.”

His eyes flashed in the dim lights as he looked around the room, making eye contact with students to ensure they were paying attention. Dami was more sympathetic than most when it came to youthful sexuality. That did not, however, mean he wanted to deal with the scandal it could bring, when young people were too curious and things got too serious, too fast. They had a job to do here, and dealing with future generations younger than 14 was not on that list.

Satisfied with his speech, he once again smiled brightly, enthusiasm flooding his voice. “I look forward to seeing you in my classes! Welcome to Marchand!” he greeted, and spun, cloak swirling dramatically, ending up back in his place, and looking pleased to be there.