MaraTwasHere
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– Witch/Wizard –
Name: Piper Aedda -(Full of Love) Haru – (One day)
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Abilities: Beginning stages of necromancy, Shadow magic, Fire magic, Basic magic, (Everyone should be able to do basic: Ex: Levitation of small objects.)
Flaws: Far-sighted, Has a hard time remembering spells, Shadow magic and necromancy is difficult and nearly impossible for her to perform without having ‘a power booster’ or other bodies of energy. (People, familiars,)
Appearance: Black long hair (A few inches above her hips), dark eyes (but she wears colored contacts), pale skin, cat eyes,
Height: 5’2 1/2
Background(+): Her grandparents came from Korea to America where her mother and father met (they were both Korean as well), from there her mother and father moved Manchester to follow their moving coven. Piper was always mesmeried by her parents familiars, and decided that before continuing her course of study as more dark things, like an undertaker, she would go to the school of bonding.
Extra: She is very fashionable
Extra: Piper isn’t very good with potions because she usually can’t remember the recipe, and the concept doesn’t make sense to her,
Extra: Piper can be quite a troublemaker if bored
Extra: She is Open-minded (She’ll do just about anything)
– Familiar –
Name: Aurora
Age: 99
Gender: Female
Creature: Arctic Fox
Appearance: White fur, black paws, black eyes, black markings on nose,
Abilities: Ice magic, fast running, Soul-singing, (Basically able to do a ‘howling’ thing to communicate to other foxes far apart)
Background(+): Was born in the North Pole, under the Northern Lights where she got her name “Aurora”. She discovered she was a familiar when she was able to control ice when running away from some hunters after her white fur. After all her friends had died because she hadn’t been aging, she became weary of continuing on as an immortal and went to the school of binding to find a witch or wizard to bind herself to, where her natural death would come alongside them.
Extra: None.
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Learn to live among each other again?” Was there ever such a time? Maybe in the distant past, when Firekin and Cold-ones were just being formed… Blaise sighed. The words the hybrid spoke were jumbled and did not make sense to her, everything the girl said should have been a flat out lie, but there was no indication on her face that said that she was lying. And why should she lie? It still didn’t mean that Blaise would want anything to do with it. “…You realize there are better people out there for this. Firekin and Cold-Ones who preach about peace all the time…” But that was further North, and in uncharted territory. Blaise rubbed her eyes, then fixed her eyes back on the hybrid. She felt guilt wave over her, a terrible thing it was for her to feel guilty so easily. She healed my wounds. “Here, do you need help getting inside?” She moved forward tentaviely and held out a hand. She was the daughter of a general, but still it was rude just to talk down to someone who needed help after they aided you first. We wouldn’t need aid if she hadn’t gotten into a fight with us. Something reminded her nastily, but she pushed it down. -
“Peace?” Her brows raised as momentarily shock came across her face. She composed herself. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that word.” She noted how the hybrid was becoming sluggish, her strength seeming to give away in her body so she slid down the side of the wall. But the force holding her bracelet steady hadn’t changed at all, so she was skeptical about if it were an act or not. “So your idea of peace is kidnapping firekin…and some cold ones…and have us just drink coke and party?” She rose a brow as Xander’s bracelet snapped in half. Maybe she was drained from fire…or was it frost? How would that even work in one body?
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Other firekin? She let out a wave of energy and felt other energies holding their ground. Firekin energies that melded with her heat. “…I hadn’t noticed.” She murmured aloud, and Pyralis tsked, shaking in his sheath, <i>”You were too busy being foolish.”</i> Blaise frowned, irritated, and shoved him back into his sheath roughly. “So,” She returned her attention to the hybrid. “What are you up to? Why so many firekin?” That’s right, she thought, <i>that was my original curiosity all along.</i>
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“Now look! You’re making it worse!” Shouted Pyralis as she was attempting to wedge his blade between her and the bracelet. It hadn’t worked, so now she was attempting to try and cut it off from the outside in, by the time Eni had came it was creeping up to her elbow. “The hybrid.” She said quietly, standing up. “How did she…Oh. She must be able to feel me tamper with this.” She flicked the bracelet…well, more of a arm warmer now, as she stood up. She brought Pyralis into her sheath before moving out the house with depth in her step. “Well, well, I guess you didn’t kill me in the end.” She said once she saw the silver haired gold eyed girl. She inwardly winced at the relation to her dream, and gritted her teeth.
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Cold. She never remembered being this cold. It wasn’t the outside pressing into her that was cold, it was her. Just her being cold. Blaise stirred as she began to awake, but it was more of a thrash. I’m cold. They hate me. I’m cold. Pale skin, white hair, she tugged at the strand of silver. Her family had seen her, but not as her. Not as Blaise their hothead of a daughter, but as an enemy. A cold one. She ran into the bathroom away from where her father’s footsteps that were thudding behind her with the precision of catching her, wrestling her to the ground to either torture her for information as to why she was in his house or kill her quickly. The latter one seemed unlikely. She slammed the door shut to the bathroom she’d escaped to, twisting the lock behind her, breathing hard. What the hell is happening? Stepping back across the familiar gray tile she turned and looked up at herself in the wall-length mirror. Instead of seeing her facial features with pale skin and white hair she saw gold eyes glinting back at her. The Hybrid. Blaise shot forward in the bed, her breathing coming hard and a cold sweat on her brow. Her heart pounded. “Partner! About time you got up, you lazy bum.” Pyralis buzzed somewhere against her thigh. She ignored the sword, busy fighting down the urge to throw up. “Don’t sit up so quickly, you’ll-” “Shut up.” She croaked, her voice coming out cracked. The redhead ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her eyes which were once gold-red and beautiful. Now they looked like dull embers dying in a fire, more brown-red if anything. She flicked them around the room. “Where am I?” “The Hybrid’s headquarters, I suppose. And look. She left you a present on your wrist.” Blaise stood quickly, stomach twisting. That wasn’t what she had wanted to hear. “You have to be kidding me.” She muttered, glowering at her wrist so hard her eyes shined. The cuff of ice tightened around her wrist glinted back mockingly at her. “I don’t remember asking for a welcome present.” Her voice dragged tiredly, and she slammed the cuff of ice against the wall, flaring up her fire again to melt it off. When it didn’t melt away to a puddle on the floor she gritted her teeth and continued hitting the cuff against the wall, raising her temperature so that flames licked around it from her wrist. Still, the ice wouldn’t give in. “I think its safe to say that thing is enchanted.” “Shut up.”
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With the twist of her key she was let into the room she would be calling “home” for now on. It had a queensized bed pushed to the corner of the room with a matching one on the other side, and near the two windows were desks. She moved toward each desk, examining them. Some stray pencils and balled up papers from the previous residents, and scratches along the desk top. She wonder what had caused them. With a sigh, she clapped her hands and her bag began to unzip itself, her clothes finding the walk in closet the two residents were to share, and her supplies and books drifted toward the desk she’d chosen. The one where she could see the forest pretty clearly. Both window views gave a nice look out, though. She was about to hop onto the queen sized bed near a small circle window  when the bedding started peeling itself off and her blue satin sheets slid on. Eleanor tried to sit on the trunk at the foot of her bed when it flew open causing her to soar onto the bed with a crash. “Hey!” She barked at the pajamas sorting themselves into the trunk. “Watch it.”
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“Oh. There it is.” She tapped her finger on the room, ‘420’ in the 400’s. Hallway K. Eleanor stepped back from the map, nodded to James who was left with a smile before continuing down the hall, her bag bouncing behind her.
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Eleanor stared at the ball of light captivated within James’ hand. “Sooooooo…..Not to be rude, but that ball of light? Like, lemme guess, when you throw it at someone they get an electric shock! Or…maybe it captures them in that light and your illusionist abilities lets them see nightmares you’ve created for them? Or…” She pondered across the possibilities, bouncing on her toes as she pulled out a notebook seemingly out of no where. She began to sketch the balls best as she could. It looked like a beach ball compared to the shimmering substance he held.
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“Nice…Illusionist.” She stepped back, regaining her composure from the flurry of “awe” the bunny guy had given her. “Eleanor Adler. Or just Leanor, or Ellie.” She shrugged to him, watching with a grim awe as Elliot disappeared before her very eyes. She blinked, shook her head, before looking again and finding him behind James. That wasn’t logical, but again she herself wasn’t either. She squinted at the two of them, making up her own science as to how they were able to do what they did. She herself was testing how she mentally moved things around scientifically, but had yet to come to an conclusion. Science wasn’t really anything she took seriously though. It was all based off of ‘theory’. She examined the wall, which had a map on it as she felt unwanted in the conversation. Oh well, might as well find her room. She moved over to the map, reaching up to trace her finger to find the number of her room in hall K.
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“Submit.”
The word was foreign. Wrong. Fire did not submit, it fought with every flare of energy it had before dying out into a thin glowing line within the ash, waiting for the moment oxygen would hit it so it could flare up to burn again. The ice crawling up her legs held her in place and was thickening by the second. It would be useless to try and break free, wasting the little energy she had left. Scraping the last of the energy deep and low as her toes that were probably getting frost bite, she gathered it up to her hands so her fingers were tingling. Usually when she was preparing a fire attack here her hands buzzed with the energy. She clapped her hands together, knowing she would have to keep the mass of energy as one as she swung out, as if holding her sword. “No.” She murmured, though the girl probably couldn’t hear her as a fan of fire sliced toward her. A short fast burst rather than a river of gold as she’d hoped. With the most of her flame gone, her eyes unfocused and she breathed out as her body went slack, falling to the floor in an awkward jumble of limbs with her feet still solidly on the floor from the barriers of ice.
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Her red hair fell over her eyes, but a smiled bowed her lips up as a low laugh rasped out. “…I’m the daughter of a general…We firekin do not give up.” But the pain made her vision dot with black spots, and her body felt as though ice was crawling across it the pain was so intense. She grabbed a stake of ice slowly, and it slipped a bit. Blood or water from a melting shard? No clue. She forced the stake up, freeing her foot and lifting herself up from where other shards had run her through. Her eyes went unfocused as pain crashed into her again, “So come on then, lets go.” She shook her head, focusing herself and pulled her tired body into a position to fight, fists up.
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“Really? Well I guess being early is better than being late…oh, who am I kidding? It is just as bad.” She shook her head, her pale gold hair flying. She settled her eyes up on the taller man again, “I guess it can’t be helped. I’m Eleanor but you can…-”
Eleanor looked at the other male who’d approached them, taking note of his appearance more than anything else…the long white hair, and then the long white bunny ears. She felt something bubble within her stomach, and a laugh of joy came out. “-Bunny ears! Oh god, they’re so cute!” She gushed, walking over to him. She always wanted a bunny, but her grandparents said pets were insufficient and pointless. “A pleasure to meet you. I’m Eleanor Adler, but you can call me Ellie. Or Leanor. And you? What’s your name?” She asked excitedly. Back at home there were some rabbits and other animals she used to talk with in her yard, but after a while her grandparents ran them all off with an exterminator, leaving only the birds to call good morning from far off perches. Now she was talking to someone with rabbit ears but other human features, one that spoke the tongue of humans. She could only wonder what her grandparents would say at the sight.
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The foot kicking out snagged between a cavern of two shards of ice, her other foot, once holding her firm, slid across the frosty ground causing her to fall backward into the upcoming shards. Surprise fought against anger in her eyes as she went down, arms flailing as her thigh was staked with one of the shards, blood seeping onto the ice flickered to fire as she bled on her descent down. Pyralis had stopped its wailing, and was still angeled and flying toward the hybrid as a saber of gold light; fire. It wasn’t really much of an attack though without its owner wielding it, so Blaize made no mind of that as she finally halted awkwardly, the still free foot finding some part of dry solid ground. But with the other still wedged between ice and her being staked in several places on her back and legs she sat for a moment to let herself breathe, let the pain wash over her.
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Her shoes creaked over the warped staircase, the silence of the school pressing down on her with all its might. Where was the scuffling of shoes, the slamming of lockers, or that loud noise of everyone talking at once? This school was dead compared to her last, and with a sickening twist in her gut she wondered if this was another one of her grandparent’s “tests”. She shook the jitters of panic away, “If there’s a test there’s a way to pass it.” She assured herself. Any test could be passed if you looked at it the right way, really. Finally coming up that l0ng flight of stairs, which tired her legs out since she wasn’t very active, the blonde girl was on her way to her room when a shout called, ” Dude. That was…awesome!”  Her brows raise as she looks down a corridor where two boys were, one on his knees and the other standing tall. She smiles at the thought that tickles her mind, but decides not to pursue it yet. Its not like she knew these people. “Hey there. Is it always this quiet in school or are we just the first ones?” Her face blanched as she moved toward them. “Oh, no, I didn’t arrive a few days before school started, right?” She asked with a sigh.