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[Love and Sacrifice (Kura~)]

「01.」 Supernatural
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▾ ⋮ Name: Achaius Dubhglas, meaning "Horseman" and "From the Darkwater". Scottish and Irish origin.
- Pronounced: "aa-KAY-ahS."
- : Nickname[s]: Muir, meaning "Sea" in Gaelic. However, the only person he, grudgingly, allows to address him by this is Arian, his self-appointed 'guardian', so to speak.
▾ ⋮ Species: Kelpie.
▾ ⋮ Power Level: 5.
▾ ⋮ Wealth: What exactly is this.. wealth you speak of?

「02.」Age
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▾ ⋮ Place of Birth: Scotland.
▾ ⋮ Gender: Male.
▻ Sexuality: Asexual.

▾ ⋮ Influence: Shade.
▾ ⋮ Year: 17, 7th Yr.
▾ ⋮ House: TBD.

「03.」Appearance and Disposition
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▾ ⋮ Human Form:


▻ 6’1” and with a naturally lean physique, Nikolai is often noted to being roguishly handsome with his light tanned skin tone and smooth complexion. The irises of his tapered almond shaped eyes are a pale, yet eye-catching yellowish-green color that are a similar shade to the soft light of the sun filtering through the green foliage of trees. However, despite this seemingly soft shade, many will find a frigid coldness in their depths upon closer observation, which tends to cause a bit of unease in others and wary of what he could be thinking as he gazes upon them any longer than a few moments. The length of his thick, rich brown hair runs about halfway down his neck, almost always naturally tousled, both because of his lack of motivation to brush it properly, as well as the fact he could care less about what others thought of him, or at least the ones that he considers not worth his time and effort. When he chooses to talk at all, his voice is soft-spoken, yet low and surprisingly calming, despite how often he seems to make blunt and insensitive remarks without really thinking about how the other person may take it. Accessory wise, he is never seen to be apart from his black scarf that he wears on him at all times, even when the weather is rather hot or humid. It appears to be quite well-worn and somewhat fraying at the edges, but it is obvious that it holds extreme importance to him, and those that are brave or ignorant enough to try and touch it have been met with the most withering of glares from him.

▾ ⋮ Kelpie Form:


▻ Yes, he does indeed look this eerie in reality, which certainly doesn't quite help with his already dwindling reputation due to how easily he unsettles others. Though there have been very few who have ever had the, questionably unfortunate, opportunity of witnessing this form of his in person and living to tell the tale, Achaius still remains strangely docile even in this state of being and prefers to remove himself from the presence of others for the sake of his own comfort, as well as the comfort of others around him. Having a supposedly man-eating creature loose within the hallways of the institution certainly isn't a number of people's hot cup of tea, no matter how much Arian tries to convince him that seeing the run-for-the-hills hoo ha that his presence incites is quite amusing to watch. Coat black as oil. Flowing, tangled mane and tail perpetually dripping with water, and eyes of pale white, this is the telltale sign of that of a Kelpie, a shapeshifting water horse of Scottish lore; with a taste for human flesh. Well, I suppose that isn't entirely the case for Achaius, but that is detail for another time.

▾ ⋮ Personality:
▻ Achaius is well known for his more critical and detached personality, and is in general quite serious, soft spoken, with loner tendencies that cause him to avoid most social interaction unless absolutely necessary in places like classrooms or when passing people in the hallways. In spite of what Arian tries to convince to him that horses are naturally social creatures, and as such, should at least try hang out with others more, Achaius has repeatedly retorted with a deadpan expression on his face that Kelpies don't normally intrude on another Kelpie's territory, and when they do, it often ends up in a fight to the death, which effectively quiets his chatterbox of a companion for at least a few satisfactory minutes before he reboots and once again tries to find another way of convincing him to relax and live a little more.

Achaius prefers and enjoys his time in solitude and tends to like to sit back and observe rather than get personally involved in any situation unless he feels that it is absolutely necessary for him to do so, and even then, he considers it like a chore not worth doing. He is a very private individual, keeps to himself the majority of the time with the exception of whenever Arian somehow manages to find him once again with such accuracy that sometimes Achaius wonders whether the warlock put a tracking spell on him without telling him, or something to that effect.

He hardly ever confides in others about what he is thinking, or how he feels, because he simply does not think it imperative, unless in fact, it is. Though I wish you luck trying to convince him of that because normally, it isn't to him. Because of his discreet and unobtrusive nature, he sometimes can come across as insensitive without meaning to be so, which has often lead to discomfort, fear, or resentment from others, though he still does at the very least try to minimize the damage his nature may cause by simply choosing not to interact at all. Win-Win situation right there.
Achaius is extraordinarily patient when it comes to most things and situations, but he has a very difficult time tolerating those that have a more excitable and energetic nature than he does because its just so unnatural to him, and it puts him in a rather grumpy and even more unsociable mood.
He is normally cautious and tries to remember to think ahead before making any decisions of importance, but he sometimes can get a little ahead of himself and act before his mind can properly analyze the situation. Well organized and hard-working, works steadily towards his identified goals, and for these traits he is respected by his peers in this regard. Achaius is sharply focused when need be, with well developed powers of concentration that allows him to usually accomplish most tasks once he has set his mind to it. One should never underestimate Achaius’ capability to be strictly authoritative due to his preference to avoid conflict and attention in general, for he is by no means any push over despite his seemingly quiet nature, and will be remain firm in his decisions and beliefs unless given a very good reason as to why he should change his mind about anything.
He avoids large mistakes whenever he can for the safety of himself and those around him, especially when it comes to matters that involve potentially losing grip of his self-control.

Achaius has both the intellect and physical prowess for battle and combat, he is logical in terms of strategy and has a formidable sharp mind.
Achaius is often restless and needs to often find an isolated and quiet area to walk around in for a while and calm himself down enough to the point where he doesn't feel like he will expectantly shift into his other form and lose his control to his hunger and inner rage that he constantly keeps suppressed deep inside of himself. On a slightly more positive note, Achaius does have a small spot spot for other creatures with simpler minds and intentions. If they like you, they will stay with you. If they don't, they'll either run away or attack you. No complicity at all, which is something Achaius enjoys immensely in comparison to the complexity and deceitfully untrustworthy natures of 'higher beings'.

▾ ⋮ History:
▻ He still remembered that night, and what took place in those years long past. "Muir, my son. My precious heart.. always remember these words, no matter what you may face in this life, or what other people may say or think of you once they know what you truly are. You are not a prisoner of your lineage. Only you can decide who you will be, and what shape you will choose to show yourself in." The sound of her voice, normally so warm and as gentle as the soft caress of sunlight upon one's cheek, had become urgent and choked with fear and swelling emotion as she swept him up into her arms from the comfort of his bed that he had immediately longed to return to. Half asleep and greatly confused, the young boy of only six years weakly clung to the fabric of his mother's sleeves as he asked in a hushed, fearful tone what was happening, but she had quickly shushed him as she hurried to peer through the curtained window of their small cottage home that overlooked the porch and the woods beyond it. In the distance, torches of fire quickly approached. "They are almost here." He had heard her whisper so quietly under her breath as she took a few unsteady steps away from the window and stared hard at the ground with an almost agonized expression.
The thumping, panicked sound of her heartbeat had been unfamiliar to him, and he had heard and felt it with such clarity, his own emotions began to mirror her disquieting behavior. He smelled her fear and the bitter fury of the ones that had come for them, so potently that it almost choked him as his pale green eyes teared up and whimpers escaped from his throat, drawing his mother's attention to him as her gaze immediately softened at the frightened and small being cradled so protectively in her arms.

"They will never lay their blood-stained hands on you, not as long as I can help it. By the Gods, I swear it to you." She murmured fiercely under her breath as she placed a lingering kiss upon his forehead, slowly causing his fear to ebb away as a sensation of comfort and reassurance washed over him.
His mother had been his world for as long as he could have possibly remembered back then. There had always been safety in her embrace, comfort and cherishing love that bloomed from every soft word that she uttered to him. He had been too young to recall his father, and what he was like, but his mother's stories told the story of a brash, but undeniably handsome and charming young man, with eyes of emerald that almost glittered with mischief, and dark, flowing hair like ebony silk so soft that she could hardly resist reaching out to touch at least a single lock. Upon their first meeting, on the shore of a calm riverbed where he had often watched her silently from the murky depths as she read her books for many weeks, he had come to her in that form with the intention of earning her trust and making her his own. Little did he know how much of a handful his future mate would turn out to be.

Incredibly stubborn. As ornery and moody as that of a mule with a bad habit of speaking much too openly and without tact, her wary and disinterested attitude towards him had completely flabbergasted him to the point that he had often been at a complete loss of words whenever he attempted to have even a simple conversation with her, every afternoon that she came back to his riverbed to read. For whole two months, it remained like this. Him, who eventually became complacent at having a seemingly one-sided, yet satisfied conversation with himself until the sun set and she left to return to her father's, and her, who only ever seemed interested in the written words of her book and acted as if the man before her didn't exist. However, she could not deny in the secrecy of her heart that for one reason or another, his presence drew her to him in an almost.. unnatural way.

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The mere sound of his voice made her soul feel as if it was singing with longing, and the way even a small glance in her direction made her skin feel as if it were tingling with desire. She knew he felt this strange sensation just as strongly as she did, if not stronger, which is why it had come as a surprise to her that he had such control over himself when it came to his interactions with her.
He never once touched her, and never moved from the shoreline of the riverbed in an attempt to draw closer. He spoke gently, and without impatience or frustration of her lack of response day after day. Her love for him budded slowly, and her realization and acceptance of that love even more so, but it was an inevitable, and unavoidable attraction that they both shared with similar fervency. Upon the 15th day of the third month, as she once again traveled to the riverbed and was met with the oh so achingly familiar side of that beautiful man waiting for her patiently by the water with that almost infuriatingly gentle smile on his full lips, she spoke her first words to him before he could begin his usual chatter. "My name is Maighread MacCuinn, and I am in love with you. So, you can shut up for once and listen to what I have to say from now on, got that? Good."

Their love and relationship with each other was unprecedented by those of her family when she boldly introduced them to him that very evening, though extremely careful not to accidentally slip his secret of what he truly was to her father, who was already greatly suspicious of this stranger's sudden involvement with his daughter, someone who had never once taken an interest in another man before until now. If they could have helped it, his parents would have never allowed his father's secret to be discovered at all, for the MacCuinns were a long-bred lineage of hunters of the unnatural and ungodly. The Sparked.

For three years, they were able to keep this knowledge of his father's origins safely to themselves. As his father gained his soon to be father-in-law's trust, they were slowly lulled into a false sense of security as the pair began to dream of what it would be like to live together in peace and modesty, somewhere deep within the untamed woods of Scotland where they could live out the rest of their days no longer having to fear prosecution of those around them. His mother often told him with a hint of remorseful wistfulness of his father's promise to her that he would build a cottage in the wilderness for them to live comfortably and raise their family, for at the time, they had just found out that they had given life to what would soon be known as their son, Achaius Dubhglas. A living, breathing bridge between those of the Mundane and the Sparked, and the symbol of their love. Achaius' mother often told him with great fondness and a saddened smile on her face that the day he was born, she knew that she had given birth to a beautiful miracle, beyond compare, and his father knew that for certain as well.

But on the night of Achaius' second birthday, his father suddenly disappeared from their lives without warning.. and never returned. Terrified that her husband's secret had somehow been discovered and that he had been killed during his return from their new cottage home to announce that he had completed it, his mother did not hesitate to pack everything she could that she deemed light enough for travel and fled her hometown into the wilds of Scotland with Achaius in tow as she held him so tightly to her that it seemed as if she felt that if she dared to let him go, he would vanish from her sight and never return. She did not tell anyone where she went, and cut ties and relations with everyone she knew, with the exception of her son. She would live their dream of peace no matter what happened, even if it meant living it without the love of her life. But.. all good things come to an end, at one point or another.

"Muir. Your father was a good man.. the best man I ever laid eyes upon. He did everything to keep us safe. Now I must do the same for you." She had said as she rushed him to stand in front of the closet and yanked open the doors in order to pry the warmest coat from the hanger and help him into it, taking the nearest black scarf from the shelf, which was far too big for him at the time, and wrapped it around his neck till she could barely see his eyes anymore, that looked up at her with somber understanding.
"You remember Angharad, don't you? and her little boy." His mother had asked as she smiled down weakly at him, almost sighing in relief as she saw a glimmer of recognition in his expression. "Arian.. and uncle Iòsaph. He used to make me toys that came to life when I was younger, right?" The memory was faded, but it was still there. The only other people besides his mother that he had ever been allowed to meet. A family of Sparked; A witch and a warlock couple, with their son that was about his age, if only a few months older.

"Good, good. You remember. Now you listen here, listen very carefully to your mother, Achaius." Addressing him by his true name to make sure that he paid attention, her words to this day still haunted his nightmares. Caressing his cheek with a nurturing stroke of her fingers, with tears glinting in her eyes but stubbornly refusing to let them fall in front of him, she whispered, "I need you to run away. Run away, as fast as your wee feet can take you. Go to the east, to Arian's. They will protect you there, keep you safe. Stop for nothing and for no one, and Hell or high water, don't let anyone catch you should someone see you flee. Do you understand me?"
From confusion came understanding, and then a terrible, terrible realization. "Mama, no! No, I don't want to go, not without you! You have to come with me, you just have to!" The young boy wailed, clutching onto his mother's skirt as he buried his face into the worn fabric and refusing to let go even as she tried to gently push him away from her towards the back door that led out to their garden.
"NO! You promised we'd stay together, no matter what! Lying is bad, we never lie!" On the verge of screaming out against this injustice as terror and anger welled up inside of him in a festering mess of emotions, he was suddenly quieted by the feeling of his mother's arms wrapping around him as she softly hushed him and held him tight, running her fingers through his thick locks of soft, messy brown hair that she knew she'd ache to touch again the moment she let him go. "I'm sorry, Muir. I'm so sorry.. I wish I could have protected you. I wish I didn't have to send you away on your own, I swear to you that if I thought there was a chance, even a small chance, that we could get away together, I'd never even think of leaving your side. You know that. You know that, Muir." She said with steeled composure, burning his warmth and memory into her mind in the hopes that it would give her strength for what was to come.

"Your grandfather, his people, they are never going to let us walk away. They think you are a monster, a half-breed and a stain upon the purity of God's creations that needs to be wiped clean. It doesn't matter that you are only a child, or that you live and breathe and feel and love just as they do. They are blinded by their hatred and their fear of what they don't understand. They killed your father because of it.. but I'm not going to let them have you. Ever."
Ignoring his rising cries of protest, he remembered how his mother nearly threw him out the back door and into the garden, shutting the door behind him after giving her son one last reassuring, heart-wrenching smile and mouthing for him to go, pointing into the darkness of the woods that surrounded their home. He watched as she turned her back to him and made her way to the front of the cottage, where she knew she would once again see the face of the man who murdered her husband. Yet, unbeknownst to her, Achaius only hid within the bushes by the porch in order to see for himself who these people were.

He would remember their faces till his last dying breath.

"Did you really think you could hide from me forever, Maighread? You had me search for you and that devil child for so long, and to think that you were simply living out your pathetic excuse for a life here out in the middle of nowhere. How much further must you fall, Mai?" A man's voice, shriveled yet chillingly severe and dripping with bitterness, spoke to his mother as she was forced to stand in front of him after being grabbed by the arms by two of her father's followers. A silent, intense silence ensued as Achaius' mother lifted up her chin in defiance, her glare so murderous that those around them in the background shifted with slight discomfort until the sound of a sharp slap shattered the silence. Achaius remembered staring, absolutely mortified as he watched his mother's head whipped to the side from the force of the impact, a red print quickly forming on her cheek as she gasped silently in shock, water welling up in her eyes from the sting. She spat in his face.

"The only pathetic one here is you, father." She hissed with fury, forcing his grandfather to take a few steps back to avoid her flailing kicks as she fought fiercely against the ones that held her back. "Murderous scum, you sick monster! You'll burn in the fires of Hell for all the sins you've committed in this life!" She had seethed, angered even more so by the fact that her father's face remained mostly still and unfazed despite her biting words. "Where is the child, Maighread?"

At this, Achaius' mother froze for a few moments, but her dazed expression soon changed to that of grim satisfaction as she muttered coldly, "You will never find him, Herne of the MacCuinns. Never. He is beyond your reach now." In that moment, Achaius could have sworn that he saw a flicker of emotion flick across the man's gaze; had it been anger? Disappointment? Frustration? Perhaps resignation? To this day, he was still not sure of the thought that crossed his grandfather's mind after his daughter told him that with such spiteful certainty.

"Ah. Well.. That truly is unfortunate. I guess this was a little too easy after all. I'll take your word for it, my dear. You may be a traitorous snake that bred with a beast, but I never thought of you as stupid. You have your mother's spirit, I'll miss that about you." His grandfather said with a light shrug of his shoulders, and with a faint gesture of beckoning towards the mob of people behind him, a large cross made of finely polished oak wood was soon revealed as they began to stake it into the dirt ground, while others went in search of easy kindling. "Let's make this quick, shall we? That boy will not have gotten far if he is alone."

From then on out, the memories of his mother's last moments were always in sharp focus.

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The sound of metal striking metal as she was nailed to the cross. The gathering of people cloaked in black with an unfamiliar crest of a long-sword striking through the chest of a fearsome lion stitched into the fabric as their cloaks filled quietly in the light breeze. The crimson liquid that was his mother's blood as it dripped from the wounds of her wrists and feet as the fire was set beneath her. The harrowing cries of her agonized screams as they watched her burn, an echoing and torturous sound that he would never be able to forget.

Memories begin to blur. Running deep into the darkness of the woods and cloaked in the shadows of the towering trees, not caring as branches and brambles grab at his clothes and tear at his bare skin as he ran and ran and ran. Blinded by streaming tears and his voice raw from his own screams as he witnessed his mother's execution; the scent of her burning flesh clinging to his body and choking him as his lungs burned from the exertion of running.
He went to the east, just as his mother had told him to. It was two days until he eventually reached a vaguely familiar path within the woods that he prayed would lead to sanctuary, and by the time he finally came upon the faint lights of a lantern set up on a porch of a nearby house at the very end of the path, it was late into the day and nearly sunset. Overcome with exhaustion and dehydration, that is where Achaius collapsed and blacked out.

The next time he would wake up, it would be five days after the death of his mother. Now in the care of his mother's trusted friends, the Gilios', Achaius was taken in as one of their own without hesitation, and they mourned his mother's death alongside him in the following days to come. Their son, Arian, who knew Achaius since they were still toddlers, quickly assumed the role of his elder brother and vowed to watch over him. Though, Achaius had little to no reaction to their kind gestures, and for many of his later years he continued to be consumed by his grief, and a burning desire for vengeance against those that had murdered his parents in cold blood and ruined everything he had ever known, with the exception of his new caretakers.

It was only recently that a single letter, printed with the stamp of Addermire Institution on it's seal, somehow found its way to the Gilios' residency; an invitation for the two young Sparked men, Achaius Dubhglas and Arian Gilios, to attend the prestigious school in order to hone their abilities as the next generation of Sparked society. It was an opportunity that neither of them could afford to decline.

▾ ⋮ Likes:
▻ Wildlife.
▻ His adoptive family, though he just doesn't know how to express it.
▻ Nature.
▻ Quiet and peaceful places.
▻ Any clean bodies of water.
▻ Great passion for reading, a love introduced early in his life by his mother.
▻ Going on long walks when he is feeling too restless, dangerously so.
▻ Enjoys the practice of archery every now and then when he has the time.
▻ Studying and dedicating most of his time to his classes.
▻ His solitude.
▻ Arian, very rarely.
▻ Likes any type of seafood.
▻ Cooked meat of any kind.

▾ ⋮ Dislikes:
▻ Being pulled into conversations that he doesn't want to be a part of in the first place. He's looking at you, Arian.
▻ Large crowds.
▻ Bubbly or people that are too enthusiastic or optimistic. Drains his energy. coughAriancough
▻ People who try to invade his personal space, like Arian.
▻ People who try to get him outside of his comfort zone, like Arian.
▻ People like Arian.
▻ Arian.
▻ Loathes hunting and hunters alike.
▻ The sight or smell of raw meat or blood disgusts him.
▻ Dry environments.
▻ Fire.

▾ ⋮ Lineage:
▻ Mother: Maighread Dubhglas - Mundane - Deceased.
▻ Father: Calder Dubhglas - Sparked - Deceased.
▻ Grandfather: Herne MacCuinn - Mundane - Alive.
▻ Adoptive Mother: Angharad Gilios - Sparked - Alive.
▻ Adoptive Father: Iòsaph Gilios - Sparked - Alive.
▻ Adoptive Brother: Arian Gilios - Sparked - Alive.

▾ ⋮ Other:
- While he never admits it out loud, Arian is the closest thing to family that he has, and holds him in high regard despite how much he often says that he's just a lazy freeloader who has too much time on his hands.
- Achaius is left-handed.
- He has a deep and secret love for wildlife, as he feels that he connects with them better than he does with other people.
- He has Hemophobia, or the fear of the sight of blood, and Pyrophobia, the fear of fire, due to his past trauma from an early age. So much so that if severe enough, he may pass out or lose control of himself and go on a rampage.

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(view spoiler)[I'll Come Back Stronger (Kura~) wrote: "The sound of metal striking metal as she was nailed to the cross. The gathering of people cloaked in black with an unfamiliar crest of a long-sword striking through the chest of a fearsome lion sti..."

Another marvelous essay by Kura XD
jk, he looks cool (hide spoiler)]

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I love my essays, just so you know xD

But yeah, I'll admit I did go full on story mode because initially I had no idea what to do for his backstory, so I just kind of.. started typing whatever came to mind that I felt flowed xD

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I'll Come Back Stronger (Kura~) wrote: "I love my essays, just so you know xD

But yeah, I'll admit I did go full on story mode because initially I had no idea what to do for his backstory, so I just kind of.. started typing whatever cam..."

(view spoiler)[he's awesome, srsly (hide spoiler)]

[Love and Sacrifice (Kura~)]

Thank you.. TwT Took the entire day to finish him, and now it's on to Arian.

[Love and Sacrifice (Kura~)]

「01.」 Supernatural
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▾ ⋮ Name: Arian Gilios, meaning "High-born; Most Holy" in Greek, or "Silver" in Welsh.
- Pronounced: "AIR-e-әn."
- : Nickname[s]: "You can call me the most beautiful man in all the lan--" *smacks* "... Or not." ("My creator is so cruel T^T")
▾ ⋮ Species: Sorcerer.
▾ ⋮ Power Level: 7.
▾ ⋮ Wealth: .. My looks are my wealth.

「02.」Age
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▾ ⋮ Place of Birth: Scotland.
▾ ⋮ Gender: Male.
▻ Sexuality: Bisexual.

▾ ⋮ Influence: Shade.
▾ ⋮ Year: 17, 7th Yr.
▾ ⋮ House: Elderlock.

「03.」Appearance and Disposition
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▾ ⋮ Appearance:


▻ Have you ever seen someone so beautiful and impossibly handsome, so much so that just a mere timid glance in their direction could bring about a flowing of pure tears of sheer awe from your eyes? Someone just.. so marvelously good-looking with a broad and dazzling smile that could very well melt the rest of the polar ice caps, and young maidens' hearts, with the greatest amount of ease, and eyes so clear and a sparkling shade of warm gilded gold that seemed as if they peer into one's very soul?

Well, probably not.

But hey, if you ever asked him, he'd probably tell you that he was pretty damn close to such inexplicable, almost infuriating, good looks, if he did say so himself. Anyone who disagrees with him on that will likely be considered to either be blind, or have simply had terrible examples of what could, and should, be considered "handsome". Or just really bad taste, that always works too. If you haven't quite noticed yet, Arian does think quite highly of himself in terms of his own beauty, and it would take a hell of a lot of people, and I mean a lot to convince him to think otherwise. Trust me, Achaius has spent much of his life trying to get this poor, self-infatuated boy's head out of the clouds and back into the realm of "get-over-yourself", but alas, with little to no results to show for it. Though, to give Arian a little credit, I suppose this 'healthy bit of narcissism' had to stem from somewhere. Standing at about 6'0, which he's often a little sour about considering that he ended up being one inch shorter than Achaius even though he is almost five months older than him, he also has a more slim and less muscular build than the young Kelpie, but still has just enough muscle mass to not be considered lanky. He personally prefers to be called 'delicately lean'. Of course, because of this, he is not entirely packing in the strength department, but he makes up for it in sheer wit and extraordinary charm. Due to his preference to staying indoors and working to perfect his spells, his skin tone is quite pale and milky, with very little imperfections because of how conscientious he is of good self-care, and yes, he does take pride in how his skin often feels as smooth as a newborn babe's wee bottom. His hair is a light golden copper, and while he can never truly make his own feel as soft as Achaius' rich brown locks, his hair would still be quite enjoyable if one were to ever slowly run their fingers through it. Lips as soft and as pink as pale roses that always seem to have their corners curled in a mischievous grin, I will tell you now that there has never been a shortage of brief passing thoughts of what it would be like to kiss such a mouth, though exactly how many have actually succeeded in going through with said thought remains a mystery to this day. Accessory wise, he can often be seen with a small silver locket with an image of a rearing Pegasus engraved on its surface, with its wings proudly outstretched and eyes of polished obsidian. However, no one has ever witnessed him opening it, nor knows what could lie within it.

▾ ⋮ Personality:
▻ When it comes to first impressions, Arian may often seem as if he is prone to being semi-sarcastic and that he takes life a little too lightheartedly. He always seems to have a surplus of witty remarks and comebacks at his disposal and is never afraid to use them, even to those of authority, which has gotten him well into his fair share of mishaps and punishments for himself and any other person who had been unfortunate enough to be involved in his mischievous ways. He is incredibly adventurous almost to the point of stupidity and is quite the seasoned romantic, and as such he has gotten a rather interesting reputation among his fellow students and the teachers that watch over them. Once he has you in his sights, it's very unlikely that you'll manage to get off his radar very easily without completely and utterly rejecting him. Even then, it might be a bit of a challenge. Just a fair warning in advance, ladies and gents.
While Arian is not afraid to call things like he sees them, he's practiced in the ways of manipulation and has a very persuasive silver tongue that seem to ease others into a false sense of security just enough for him to get what he wants the majority of the time.
However, despite of all of these somewhat concerning traits of his personality, one would most likely be surprised to know that Arian does have a genuine side to him, somewhere. He is surprisingly nurturing to younger generations in the sense that he shows them indiscriminate kindness and has a natural instinct to watch over them that likely stems from his past experience of looking after Achaius, revealing that one of his few soft spots is children. He is certainly not lacking in charm, cleverness, and intellectual wit, giving him an edge when it comes to settling disputes and getting out of trouble as his charismatic nature appeals to their initial irritation towards him and gradually soothes it.
Arian, putting aside his antics and apparent love for causing trouble with the misuse of his ability, he has a considerably long attention span and loves to hear people talk, especially when it comes to listening to interesting stories, though this does exclude many of his mentor's lessons unless it pertains to spells and the ways of magic in general. He prides himself in being resourceful and intellectually advanced despite how many have said that he’s as stupid as he is beautiful due to the fact that he so often behaves foolheartedly and seemingly without thought, and whenever no is spoken towards him it seems to only strengthen his resolve to do exactly the opposite. Sure, he's a little narcissistic, really narcissistic, and often likes to shove how beautiful he is in people's faces a lot of the time, but he's a real sweetheart to those he's close to, and is quite lively and supportive of people's endeavors and goals. He is spontaneous and considers himself to be quite lovable even if he sometimes does get on a few people’s nerves due to his happy-go-lucky, very relaxed personality, which some may interpret as him simply being lazy. However, this could not be further from the truth. With high marks in the majority of his classes and an innate ability to set his mind on something that he finds worth his valuable time, he has proven himself on a multitude of occasions that he is a very quick and easy learner, and simply just feels that he doesn’t need to put in as much work as other people do in order to get ahead. Which makes it no surprise that he very much enjoys attending parties of all natures and kinds since he has so much free time on his hands, as long as they occur in the evening.
Arian also has a great appreciation for people and things that he considers beautiful, and he’s not reserved when it comes to giving, and receiving compliments to anyone and everyone that he feels deserves or needs one. One of the things he's respected for is his perseverance for doing what he believes is morally right when it comes down to serious decisions, at least by his own standards. But other than that, consider him the lovable fool with a funny sense of humor and wickedly good looks, so he calls himself.

▾ ⋮ History:
▻ You probably wouldn't think that someone who considered themselves to be the embodiment of beauty itself would have been born into a simple and modest household, who's parents had not been blessed with riches and wealth that so many often desire, but valuable treasures of the heart and family instead. As the only son of the young witch Angharad, who had eloped from her covenant at the age of seventeen in order to be with her love, Iòsaph Gilios, who at the time had been twenty-one and a Warlock that had been captured by the Elder witch of her covenant to be imprisoned and sacrificed in order to collect and use his magic-ridden blood to call forth a great and monstrous beast with bloodthirsty intentions for all who'd come upon it. In fear of what would happen if she did nothing and watched on the sidelines as the blood of the innocent was spilled to fulfill the desires of the wicked, upon the night that the ritual was meant to take place and it seemed that Iòsaph's grim fate was inescapable despite all of his natural-born gifts, the young witch cut him free from his bindings keeping him bound to the sacrificial table and fled into the night side by side with him. Praying that they would never be found again by that wretched covenant that she had been raised by for those seventeen years of her life.

Moving ahead five years into the future, the first cries of a child born deep within the safety of the wild woods in Scotland announced the birth of young Arian, who showed frequent small signs of brilliance and a sense of understanding of the world around him at an early age. Much like his mother and father, he too was born with the supernatural gifts of the Sparked, which was soon discovered about the time he was eight years old when his father gave him a short series of simple tasks and the most benign of spells in order to evaluate his son's aptitude in the art of magic that both Arian's mother and father both were quite skillful in by that point of time in their lives. Because of his apparent prowess in the magical arts, and being the only child of his parents, he grew up to be very cherished by the ones who raised him and had much of the attention to himself, which Arian would readily admit at any point of time that he quite enjoyed being the focus of their spotlight. He practically basked in it. Of course, up until the point when a certain Kelpie boy happened upon the steps of his porch, and both of their lives were dramatically changed soon after, for better or for worse.
At six years old, one wouldn't exactly expect a young boy such as Arian to be all that willing to step into the role of a dedicated older brother to someone who he had barely known and was simply now going to be taken care of by his parents. Yet, as spoiled as he might have been, upon request by his father that he treat Achaius well and do everything he could to make him feel at home, Arian slowly turned over a new leaf as he gained a whole new perspective and value in life; empathy. From then on, it would be Arian's self-appointed responsibility to make sure that Achaius always felt like he had someone who supported him through thick and thin, even if the mildly grumpy Kelpie at times wished he could drown the young sorcerer in the nearest water source for always sticking his nose where it didn't belong whenever he felt like it and used "But my beloved baby brother needs me~!" as a pathetic excuse to cling to him like a joy-sucking, energy-draining leech that refused to let go no matter what Achaius did.

But, on Arian's part, growing up together was almost always an exciting adventure. All those playfully aggressive banters that they so often had and the times where they got too carried away roughhousing with each other that they ended up breaking a few small things in the house. Or that time when they were swimming in a pond and Achaius held him under a bit too long.. Ah, good times. Good times.

[Love and Sacrifice (Kura~)]

▾ ⋮ Likes:
▻ Having a good time.
▻ Sweets.
▻ Flirting with women, and men, alike. Everyone is beautiful in his eyes.
▻ Parties, parties, and more parties. They are his lifeblood.
▻ He has a bit of a taste for white wine.
▻ Bold and determined personalities, but intrigued by the more reserved personalities.
▻ Warm and sunny days with little clouds in the sky that he can look at from inside.
▻ Learning and practicing new spells and enchantments.
▻ Loves Achaius to death.. As a brother. Totally as a brother.
▻ Likes playing the matchmaker business.
▻ He is fond of reading as long as it pertains to spells or anything related to the subject.
▻ Favorite creature is that of the Pegasus. (He even secretly has a velvety plush of one in his dorm next to his pillow. Don't tell him I said that. He'll turn me into a toad.. or something like that.)
▻ Has a thing for brunettes.
▻ Very curious of the Void House and those within its walls. He likes the mysterious and foreboding air that always seems to lurk over their heads everywhere they go. Also has an odd sense of sympathy for them at times.
▻ Taking risks that he believes will benefit him, or perhaps even those around him when he's feeling particularly generous with his own life. much to Achaius' annoyance.
▻ Chatting and having long conversations, as long as he considers them interesting.
▻ Loves to love, and loves love.

▾ ⋮ Dislikes:
▻ Greatly dislikes spiders.
▻ People who think they are better than other people due to their looks or social status. ("Doesn't that make you a hypocrite..? Oh, just nevermind.")
▻ Anyone, and I mean anyone, who purposely tries demean or look down on others. Gets him pretty irritated, especially when it happens to Achaius.
▻ Not fond of tea, unless its sweetened.
▻ Staying still for too long without something to do that he's interested in.
▻ Sticking to rules too closely. Prefers to bend them just a tad, even though sometimes he wish he could break them entirely.
▻ Athletic activities.
▻ Direct sunlight on his skin.
▻ Being called a shut-in just because he doesn't like going outside during the day much unless he has to.

▾ ⋮ Lineage:
▻ Mother: Angharad Gilios - Sparked - Alive.
▻ Father: Iòsaph Gilios - Sparked - Alive.
▻ Adoptive Brother: Achaius Dubhglas - Sparked - Alive.

▾ ⋮ Other:
▻ "Turns out I'm pretty natural at the Gaelic." ;) *coughsonotadoublecoughentendre*
▻ He has more of an Edinburg Scottish accent due to spending much of his time there in his later years before attending Addermire, making his voice soft and pleasant to listen to, if not a little haughty, unless he's upset. In which it might be a little hard to understand exactly what he's saying, but maybe that's actually for the better.
▻ Only attends parties that are hosted in the later hours of the day, when the sun is no longer out and the moon begins to rise.

[The Outsider (Whales or Whatever), gay eldritch whale god]

B O T H - A C C E P T E D

[Love and Sacrifice (Kura~)]

I've never been happier to hear those two words.

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I think I may need some insight on what House Achaius should be placed in.. I'm not entirely sure.

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☛ | BIOLOGY | ☚

「01.」 Supernatural
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▾ ⋮ name: Ethan Kenneth Laveau Troy Kione (prefers Troy)
▾ ⋮ species: ??? Unknown (possibly a Witch or maybe an Elemental)
▾ ⋮ power lvl: 5
▾ ⋮ wealth : 5 Middle Class

「02.」Age
━━━ 17
▾ ⋮ place of birth: New Orleans, Louisiana
▾ ⋮ influence: Moon
▾ ⋮ year: 7
▾ ⋮ house: Elderlock

「03.」Disposition
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▾ ⋮ personality:
+▻positive<+
+>Sincere - Any action that Troy is willing to do comes from the heart. Anything he says is stated for the ears around him. He thinks each word through carefully before speaking and tries to make everyone see his intentions no matter what the circumstance might be. If he curses someone it isn't something he would think about later because deep down he meant for it to be done.
+>Respectable - Being a guy who doesn't hold shame in his actions he has gained a lot of hate, but also a lot of respect. Most won't cross him because they know he doesn't care to tell it like it is. If you need advice and don't wish to get hurt in the process Troy is the wrong guy to see. It's his openness that makes and breaks his friendships. However, he has proven himself time and time again to many that he truly is an all-around great guy. He is kind, but hurtful, if giving the truth doesn't earn someone some respect then nothing should.
+>Mellow - Very laid-back and down-to-earth, Troy isn't one to get involved with people's drama. He keeps his own qualities in check so fewer have things to run their mouths about. He doesn't ever get upset by someone else's problems, no matter how much he really cares. He can often come across as a pretentious snob, but those that no him can say he is more of one to only be concerned with the things that can be changed.
+>Eloquent -Wording things the right way helps in athletics, but it can also help out his many friends. He is a persuasive guy and can get a crowd excited for almost anything. It almost seems like persuasion is one of his abilities or at least suggestion is.
+>Encouraging - What makes Troy a good friend is his lack of care for self-pity, but he isn't going to kick someone while they are down. He will be the guy to lift someone up out of their cloud and into the sun. He doesn't like seeing depression in others nor does he care for the words "try", "can't", & "won't". For Troy if you are breathing then you should hold the will to do anything.
+>Open - An entirely overt personality, not just his behavior. Everything he does is seen by someone and for him it is meant to be seen by someone. He is the sort that will do things to get noticed by himself more so than others, but he likes the attention. Anything that might pop into his head will surely bolt from his mouth.
+>Optimistic - Being mellow and encouraging to friends isn't an easy task for just anyone. He was born happy and if ever a dark side came over Troy...well, it hasn't happened yet to know what would.
+>Intuitive - Clairvoyant, really, Troy holds such intuition in life that he always has a plan. He says it comes to him and he does it, but in reality his own future can be seen as he sleeps and his goals to be pursued are already laid down for him. He is able to know everyone's past and a lot of their secrets. It is mostly done through touch, but the poor guy hasn't even figured that fact out about himself, yet.

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<-Bossy - Demanding is an understatement. Once he gets volunteers all he has to do is speak and get the job done. He is not one to sit back and watch others work and he is certainly not the sort to work while others sit back. When Troy has become frustrated in any manner of speaking he will let everyone know just why he is so frustrated until everyone that isn't doing feels lesser than what they are.
<-Self-involved - "Image is everything so if you can't look good for yourself why should you try looking good for someone else?" Troy knew very well that image wasn't everything, but throughout his life he has always pushed to impress himself rather than be held at a standard by others.
<-Apathetic - Due to his open mouth and sincerity it has been known for Troy to come across as an apathetic loser. He doesn't look at the fact that Susie's grandmother passed away today and how she must feel about it. He looks at the fact that Susie's grandmother has died and all she is doing to make the dead broad proud is sulking in her own misery over a death that wasn't her own.
<-Stubborn - If you think he is bossy don't try arguing with him because you will see quickly when he makes his mind up it is made up indefinitely.
<-Overambitious - Coming across as a pretentious snob can get some dirty looks, but Troy never does something he cannot do well. If made to do something he is unable to do he will quickly figure it out, but he has not been pushed as far as talents and know-how to discover something he hasn't already learned.
<-Unorthodox - It's not his fault he knows how to do something in the easiest way possible. He just gets things done better and correctly when he doesn't do it the way everyone else would. It took a lot of time for his professors to recognize his radical behavior. Troy was always putting two and two together before the lesson on what two and two were could be finished.

▾ ⋮ history:
▻ Born to Jude Samael Kione and Anaïca Roseline Obayana aka Marie Catherine Laveau, both coming from great lineages of Sparks all of which have been blessed magically as Witches, Sorcerers, Enchantresses, & even Archdemons. Jude's father was a well practiced Voodoo King in the town of New Orleans, but his family was not nearly as notable as his beloved. Marie took on many alias's through the centuries. It was Jude's act to invoke her spirit that brought them together. During a regular ceremony used to invoke the loa and take possession by one Jude summoned Marie Laveau to give him answers about the recovery of his townspeople after a great storm. However, Marie did not take possession of anyone involved during the ceremony. Instead she arose from the flames as flesh and blood. As a Voodoo Queen Marie was believed to be the host to many great and terrible forces. Most not ever truly seeing the power brought on by voodoo ceremonies fled upon her arrival. Jude remained still seeking his answers and Marie was happy to oblige him. He recognized her not as a spirit but a person who like him needed help of some kind. In return for her aid Jude offered Marie anything she desired. For Jude her request was odd, but manageable, she desired another heir. "Give me blood of my blood and give me light of your soul. Grant me by the mothering moon and fathering sun the pains of labor of the forgotten nameless people."
Jude obliged the Voodoo Queen of old and laid with her in an almost ritualistic form of intercourse which took place in the embers of their sacrificial fire. Once the ritual had been performed Marie could only smile promising Jude a thousand years of peace for his people. Then she bellowed out to the skies with tears of great pain as if she were just starting to feel the flames kiss her skin. Jude still felt cold in the fire, but watched as a body formed between them. Marie spoke in her spirity way, "Blood of my blood, Light of Man, I give from the moon and sun a boy to the earth. Ethan Kenneth Laveau Troy Kione shall bear the trait of the flame just as I have bore him to the flame." Marie remained in the physical world in complete physical form. She informed Jude of how she has lived for centuries walking among mankind and watching over her people. How her death was only visible to those who could not see beyond the spirit cloud. Marie remained in New Orleans with her new lover and their baby boy. Marie often spoke to her magically born baby, "You, Troy, shall be like the city of your name and face a great war that will be remembered into many ages." Troy was raised by Marie in a beauty parlor she opened not far from their home. They lived in her old district in the French Quarter and ensured that Troy grew up learning a number of languages. French, German, English, Creole, Spanish and Latin were all the languages Marie Laveau taught her son. Her alias in New Orleans during the current age was Anaïca Roseline Obayana. Jude knew his father as a Sorcerer Voodoo King, but Jude was not nearly as powerful as his father only being a mortal with spark bloodline. Marie however was something of both the spirit world and the physical world. She was the hybrid Witch Demon who was followed and still followed as a great leader to the colored residence of New Orleans. Marie made sure that Jude knew all about the world of Portermount and where their son would go to be fully educated in his abilities. Honestly, Jude kept it secret from Marie that he wished their son to not be a Spark, but instead entirely ordinary. However, nothing could be hidden from Marie as she knew a great deal of many things.
Troy was brought up with both Catholic and Voodoo religious influence. His mother taught him the voodoo witch practices which actually work for real Sparks. She also taught him demon magic as well as other forms. While those of the mundane arts would find Marie and Troy's practices unholy she ensured he kept it silent until he was of age to leave for Portermount. Given that Jude was entirely human a professor did indeed present the letter to further inform Jude of what Troy is to expect in the other realm of Portermount.
Marie still visits Troy in his dreams sometimes bringing Jude along for the ride, but both parents agreed that Troy was safest in Portermount until he had full control over his abilities. Attending the school wasn't a problem. Troy made friends quickly always having a smile to share with someone and often giving great advice even when he wasn't asked for it. Troy made a name for himself at the school being a member of the top gossip for nearly four years, but slowly he just began to blend in with the crowds and make many lasting friendships for years to come.

▾ ⋮ lineage:
▻ mother - (sparked) Witch-Demon/Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau/Anaïca Roseline Obayana, very very old woman with the beauty of a nymph.
▻ father - (mundane) From a great family of Sparks Jude Samael Kione, age 46

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「01.」 SUPERNATURAL
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▾ ⋮ name: keith odeleus almly
▾ ⋮ species: wizard
▾ ⋮ power lvl: 5/10
▾ ⋮ wealth : 6/10


「02.」AGE
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▾ ⋮ current age: 16
▾ ⋮ sexuality: homoromantic homosexual
▾ ⋮ place of birth: los angeles
▾ ⋮ influence: sun
▾ ⋮ year: 6th
▾ ⋮ house: saffron


「03.」DISPOSITION
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▾ ⋮ personality:
     ▻ He is kind to everybody who doesn't offend him or judge him simply because of his sexuality or his powers. At times, he can be a little bit of a flirt, especially when he sees someone he likes or whenever he feels like it, really. He is smart but prefers not to use his intelligence unless in class. He likes to act in his free time, and acting is one of his passions, alongside flirting, and playing with children. He adores children, but can never think about having one of his own, as it is still too early on to think about this. He thinks about other things in life as well as what he has. He likes to use his powers to transmutate things, especially to chocolate and to cookies in general. He wishes to one day find a husband and have a family, a child, maybe two, and be a professional actor who can balance that life. His powers as a wizard do get in the way, though. He is very emotionally stable and rarely lets others' taunts and ridicule get to him. He is loyal to his friends, and outwardly shows hate to his enemies.

▾ ⋮ history:
▻ born to two loving parents, but father died of cancer when he was ten, leaving him sad and alone since he was mostly closer to his father
▻ enjoyed acting from an early age on, and was his way to express his emotions after his father died
▻ did average in the class, sinking close to the bottom of average when his father died
▻ probably awakened his dormant powers, and he levitated a student into the wall when that student offended his father
▻ he fell in love with a boy and came out to the boy, who was immediately repulsed and he too got slammed into a wall
▻ he came here to practice his powers, and his mother supported him, not knowing how else to help him

▾ ⋮ lineage:
▻ father - william almly | 38 | close | deceased | mundane
▻ mother - elena almly | 44 | close | alive | mundane

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Levi Arabella Goldendell-Sakalov

Goldendell is Levi's biological father's name, while "Sakalov" was added when his father remarried

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Levi's personality can change drastically in minutes, ranging from incredibly shy to extremely extroverted. But, in most cases, Levi is fairly quiet and strays from the crowd. Of course, if you were to start up a conversation with him than he'd gladly appease you and engage in a long chat with you about a multitude of things-since Levi is extremely curious and loves learning new information.
Levi can get awfully extroverted when with friends, and especially to those close to him. If you offer even a little bit of yourself to him, he'll happily tell you his life story and offer to be your best friend-it's just his nature.
But Levi can also get embarrassed quite easily, and when put in the spotlight will quickly revert to a timid and cowering child. Nevertheless, Levi is still a constant pillar of love and support-despite how insecure and anxious he can get. Levi also has this terrible habit of procrastinating, and waiting until the last minute before acting on something-unless his dear friend Noreen decides to give him an extra "boost" ((aka, shove)) in the right direction.
Loving and fiercely loyal to friends, but weak and easily frightened of those who intimidate him, Levi isn't the strongest person without having a friend nearby cheering him on.
But there's more to him than that, like how intelligent and inquisitive he is. Or his strange obsession with superstitions...

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Levi was born Arabella Levi Goldendell, named after his father's mother. Levi was raised by nannies, caretakers, and her distant relatives for much of her life, because as a child her parents had divorced. After much arguing, Arabella was shoved into the unwilling hands of Mr. Jonathan Goldendell-who wanted nothing to do with his daughter.
And it went like this for a chunk of young Arabella's life, just a little girl being tossed from person to person-unwanted by all of them. Her father got into drinking when she was just ten, and it forced her to grow up. On nights when Jon managed to get home, Belle would have to drag him off of the floor, up a flight of stairs, down a hall and onto her father's bed. She'd also care for her father when he woke up with hangovers 5/7 days of the week. You'd think the man would grow up a little-but Jonathan didn't, and it stayed that way. Jonathan goes out at eight in the morning, after he "watched" Arabella get to her bus safely, then Arabella wouldn't come home-instead opting to hole up in the library near their house. At seven-thirty she'd get home, make dinner, and patiently wait for her far-gone and drunk father to return and go through the motions of dragging him to bed. This was Arabella Goldendell's life.
Then Noreen walked in, and everything gained color.
Arabella had given up on ever making friends, because she was just "that kid from who-knows-where" who's "colorblind and mute". ((Take a fact check, Levi was only one of those things))
Noreen, however, seemed to take a liking to Arabella-and Arabella liked her, as well. After that, it was as if Fate finally stopped being a bitch and started caring for Arabella. Because:
1) She now had two friends, Noreen and a boy named Westley
2) Arabella had an epiphany and figured out why she'd never been comfortable as "Arabella Goldendell"
and 3) One name; Vladimir Sakalov.
Arabella, who at age 13 had started going by Levi, was shocked when the doorbell rang-because her father never did that. He always just banged the door weakly and hollered a bunch of slurred words and curses. But when Levi opened the door, they were pleasantly surprised to find a man with a kind face and a wide smile-what surprised her more was that, beside this stranger, was her father. Her father, who was completely sober.
When Levi learned that Vladimir-that was his name-was to be her step-father, she was all for it. In fact, it was Vladimir who encouraged Levi to identify as male-since that was obviously what Levi was comfortable with.
It was Vladimir who signed all the papers so that Levi could take the pills he needed. It was Vladimir who made sure Jonathan didn't know about Levi's binders and pills. It was Vladimir who was always there-and sober, too. It was Vladimir who helped her discover his first magical ability to change into a cervid.
Levi then got a request from Addermire, to join the Academy since he had the potential to be an "incredible healer and magician".
Levi has since lived at Addermire, and is joyful that Noreen goes there as well. Westley is a close friend of his, and brother of Noreen, but Levi will swear up and down that Noreen is "his gal". (note: their relationship is platonic)

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House --- |\| Average House member
𐂂 Sun • Lvl 5 • Healing, Cervid Physiology, Plant magic (wip) 𐂂
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Demi/Androsexual ♥ Panromantic

Love life, what love life? HAH!

((little do they know, they'll soon meet someone ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ))

Fathers Jonathan Goldendell and Vladimir Sakalov are the best fathers he could've asked for. Well, Jonathan is still working on redeeming himself, but whatever!

Noreen. Best, friend, ever. Westley-sweetest guy in the world, once had a crush on him but Levi moved on.

Possesions
♔ Sakalov family ring

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♔ Axe from his father, because Jon is learning how to be a better dad-woohoo. Levi will use his axe to help control his magic, and when healing he'll lay the (flat) side of the blade on whatever wound and channel his magic through the weapon the way you might with a wand, staff, or baton.(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
♔ EnChroma glasses(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Some Other Shit
⚘ Colorblind ((deuteranomalous))
⚘ Has this really bad stutter if he gets too anxious, but he's really working hard on speaking without the shake in his voice
⚘ Absolutely loves sweets, but can't eat a lot of sweets before getting sick
⚘ Also really likes food... In general
⚘ Surprisingly hyper
⚘ Ask him anything about anything, he'll probably be able to answer you with no struggle
⚘ Loves music
⚘ Also enjoys being in cervid form, though he avoids it whenever his friends are in wolf form-just in case
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Arundel Ramsey West

Arundel was named by his mother, his first name was a family name and his middle name was his mother's brother's name. Arundel took his grandfather's last name, West.

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At age 13, Arundel is a very tall and slender boy with freckles on his cheeks and nose bridge. Arundel has eyes that are completely silver, even the whites, and a mop of curly black hair. Out of his temples comes two twisting black horns, and he has a dark black lizard tail to match. Arundel also developed sharp canines and incisor teeth after his baby teeth fell out. Arundel doesn't usually wear a lot of jewelry, aside from his mother's ring and his grandfather's necklace.

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Arundel is a very quiet, very easily startled sort of boy. He likes to keep to himself and is rarely the center of attention, which he's content with. Arundel has always been a bit odd, but he's never minded it. In his mind, things work differently, and the social hierarchy really doesn't affect him seeing as he doesn't fit into any of it. Gentle and cautious, Arundel tries to think through his every action to assure he's doing the best thing and not going to do something bad or make something worse. However, because of this Arundel can sometimes be too gentle and too hesitant, which results in missed opportunities or other things Arundel may later regret. He loves to read and loves to learn more, but he's easily distracted and finds that noises and lights are much stronger for him. Arundel is prone to lash out, despite his best efforts, and does have a lot of shutdowns. While he isn't bouncing off the walls, it's easy to tell when Arundel isn't quite in his own head as he'll become 10x more skittish than usual, a lot more chatty, and he'll seem much more distant than he often is. He doesn't make it a point to have these types of episodes, but often it happens and often it bothers him. But Arundel shouldn't be so surprised by his episodes, because he is a very emotionally vulnerable and fragile person, though he was never taught to hate this part of himself so he's never tried to change it. Up until recently, that is, now Arundel struggles to keep all his emotions in check as anything could activate his easily triggered powers. Oh, and another thing, Arundel is curious. Very, very curious to the point that it's a bit, eh, dangerous.

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Arundel was born under the protection and watchful eye of his maternal grandfather, Alder. Much like the symbolic tree, Alder was a revered and honored member of Arundel's mother's family, as he was an accomplished mage and knew many different types of magic. Alder had always hated demons in the past, and any creature that was influenced by the Moon and by Chaos. However, with Arundel, Alder was always careful and sweet. It was Alder who'd happily taken his granddaughter in, and who became a prominent figure in young Arundel's life.
As often happens, Arundel was born looking like what he really was, a warlock. His skin didn't turn purple until later, and his horns took their time growing in, but Arundel's tail and his eyes were right there from birth. Arundel's mother, Rosanne, had been completely ready to sneak out with her child instead of risk her father's wrath. But Alder pleaded with Rosanne to stay and was quick to prove his affection for the boy hadn't changed. However, Rosanne had always known her father to be an obstinate, thick-skulled man and was always careful around him. As Arundel grew up, his mother always warned him to be careful with his powers that were, even then, alive and fairly powerful. The moment Arundel was old enough, Rosanne sent him to Addermire, which was much like a slap in the face as Arundel had been perfectly happy in his home with his grandfather and Rosanne, even if he did get the occasional harsh word or "accidental" push from fellow children. Still, feeling it was his duty, Arundel strived to succeed at his school and does his best so that he can return home to a proud mother and smiling grandfather.

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House --- |\| Average House member
✤ Moon • Lvl ??? • Spiritual Awareness, Reality Warping, Curse Negation/Manipulation (WIP) ✤

(view spoiler)[Spiritual Awareness basically means Arundel has heightened awareness for the paranormal and is able to see things invisible to a regular mortal's eyes. He can see through illusions, see demons and angels, etc. He can also see, hear, and communicate with ghosts. And he hates it, to no end, because "No, Malcom, I don't care about how cold you are."Reality Warping is where the user can manipulate and change laws such as gravity, or the biological makeup of living organisms, etc. etc. However, Arundel hasn't completely perfected this skill, and his outbursts and shutdowns usually trigger this power. (ex: Arundel may become extremely despondent, and the area around him may lose its gravity, or the trees may turn purple and square... Idk) Curse Negation/Manipulation would give Arundel the power to nullify curses and/or manipulate them. However, this is a type of magic he's just begun to study at Addermire, and he really doesn't know any curse negation/manipulation spells as of yet. (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[Relationship(s)
Androsexual ♥ Panromantic ♥ Monogamous

Father is unknown.
Mother is Rosanne West (view spoiler)[ <-- not my art, but isn't she beautiful? (hide spoiler)]
Grandfather is Alder West (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

This boy has no friends. Please help remedy this problem.

Possesions
♔ West Ring

(view spoiler)[Small silver pinkie ring with an elaborate carving of an eagle head on it, the eagle's head turns west no matter where you are (it's a bit odd, yes) (hide spoiler)]

♔ Amethyst Necklace

Arundel's grandfather always claimed that the gem had the life of a star in it, and if the gem's light ever dimmed then something bad was on the way.(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

♔ Books

Arundel brought a lot of books with him.

♔ Sunglasses

Arundel wears sunglasses to help him block out light since light is more painful for him.

♔ Headphones and MP3

Arundel brought headphones to cancel out noise, which he's also sensitive to, and he also brought an MP3 (because music is great, duh)

Some Other Shit
⚘ Probably autistic, he doesn't know... I'm not 100% sure
⚘ He experiences pain differently (I don't know how to explain it... Since this is a weird thing I have, and I can never explain stuff like this)
⚘ Arundel really likes Greek rice and anything sour
⚘ He'll collect books just for the aesthetic, even if he doesn't read them
⚘ He likes to spin things around, it's oddly pleasing to him
⚘ Arundel also likes to organize, though the part where he actually starts to be productive is always painful for him
⚘ Loves music (as in, he always needs to have music plugged in)
⚘ Arundel is always tapping his foot
⚘ Forgot to add this in his appearance, but Arundel has a barb, not unlike a scorpion's on his black tail. The barb itself has hints of purple color.
⚘ Arundel clenches and unclenches his fists whenever he's trying to focus on something
⚘ He also chews his thumb
⚘ His tail will lift if he's curious, excited, or happy
⚘ Arundel loves cold mornings, and will wake at the crack of dawn to see the sunrise
⚘ He also loves heights (unlike me) and will climb the school to see the sunrise or just for the feel of freedom
⚘ Arundel likes to have conversations with ghosts/apparitions/etc.
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I know the group's dead... I just had to get all of this out