• Voxthain Creation

[✧Bella✧]

   
   
     𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓻𝓸𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓷
   
⠀⠀22⠀⠀⠀⠀male⠀⠀⠀ voxthain⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀noble/spider⠀⠀⠀ gay ace⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀illusion
   

Felix has always been carefree, optimistic, sporty. Everything he does seems effortless. He also likes to flirt, especially after he's been drinking, and is endlessly annoyed by asexual stereotypes. Growing up, he really never had any real problems, but that’s no longer the case. He still tends to give off similar vibes to what he always did. The optimistic facade remains, but it’s just that, a facade. No longer real, the way it used to be. He’s under a lot of pressure to make up for his father’s and grandmother’s mistakes, which he often feels is very unfair. After all, they were the ones to mess up, why should he have to work to fix it? Of course, he does miss being nobility. Even if many of the noble families still consider the Vaughns as one of them, it isn’t the same as actually holding the title, not to mention the difference in fortune. A fortune Felix needs.

Felix has always been a skilled liar, as well as athletic, both of which have helped him to be a successful thief, even more successful since he joined Arachniad. He often feels guilty about stealing, but always manages to excuse it away to himself. He needs to pay off his gambling debts, he can’t make things worse for his family, he only steals from people who can afford to lose it. Still, he often feels like he isn’t a very good person, a feeling he doesn’t like. He has some resentment against his father and grandmother for putting the family in the position they’re in now, but he also knows that he’s to blame for his own mistakes. He sometimes wishes he could blame someone else for them too.

Maybe doing as his parents want, and proving himself worthy of receiving the title his grandmother was stripped of is the best thing he can do, not only for himself, but also for the rest of the Vaughns. The fortune that comes with the title will help him pay off his debts, yes, but also, maybe if he can do this right, it can balance all that he’s had to do over the past years.

  

Felix is about 6'1", with curly blond hair, and green-blue eyes.

He dresses in the preppy aesthetic, with whites along with bright colors, mostly blues, and often leans toward the more sporty side. His clothes are generally simple enough, although quite expensive.

  

Felix was born into the then noble Vaughn family, the heir to the heir, and therefore led a very privileged life. His childhood was happy, with loving parents, friends, and everything he could ever want. There was never anything he couldn’t have, so, yes, he was a bit spoiled. He wasn’t a bad kid, but he could be a bit selfish, and was certainly very privileged.

As an older teenager, Felix, along with his friends and polo teammates, got into drinking, potions, and gambling. He spent hours at the Sol Aureus Club, as well as the Lantas Spire Casino. As time went on, he lost more and more, racking up debt. He was used to having what he needed to pay, although he felt a bit ashamed to tell his parents about his problems. Still, he did manage to pay it off. Until several years ago, when he was eighteen, graduating from Cogworks, and then, suddenly, the Vaughns were stripped of their title, due to Felix’s grandmother and father - the Vaughn Head of House and heir, respectively - having been involved in white collar crimes, as well as blackmail, in an attempt to cover up the rest. Along with the title, went a lot of the family's wealthy, and his father and grandmother recieved prison time, as well. Now, Felix’s gambling was more of a problem than ever, but he couldn't seem to stop. It was hard to get used to the fact that he wasn't technically as well off as he had been all his life.

Eventually, Felix, deeply in debt, ended up turning to stealing, but even amidst all of this, he couldn’t seem to stop gambling, drinking, or doing potions, all of which continued to drive him deeper and deeper into debt, even when he managed to pay some of it off. So the stealing continued, along with borrowing from friends, and then, one night, after pulling off a heist, he ran into a Spider, who invited him to join their gang. He hesitated briefly, but he had always been one for impulsive decisions, and Arachniad seemed like the most promising option at the moment. So, he went with the Spider to the Arachniad Web, and joined. He stayed there for a little while, not wanting to return to all the problems that awaited him in Voxthain, but eventually, he did.

His parents seemed determined to have him gain back what their family had lost. His grandmother and father may have forfeited all rights to the title, but Felix, having been innocent in the scandal, could potentially be granted it, if he could prove himself worthy. Felix, of course, wasn’t so sure that he even was worthy. But then again, he had always been a good liar. And maybe he could manage to earn it back. The problem was, that would certainly take some time, especially as he’s now tied to Arachniad, and still can’t seem to stay out of the casino.

 

Illusion:

- all

Conjuration:

- telekinesis

Transmutation:

- mending
- vision
- message

    

[Isabella, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ]

haymitch jumpscare! felix is approved!

[Isabella, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ]

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The lower city has always been a kind and gentle home to Mei. As the daughter of a baker, she grew up surrounded by the smell of fresh baked bread and the ring of the shop door below her room. Her three older brothers kept her home lively, with their wrestling and grunting contests as they hefted bags of flour each morning. Mei loved the early mornings in the city when she and her siblings were up preparing the shop for another busy day. It was the only time Voxthain was ever truly still, a hush to the air that even the morning birds hesitated to interrupt. She had the honor of watching the city wake up with the rise of Luminos, a world coming alive with each break of day. She greeted the Seavey paperboy each day with a friendly wave and fed the alley cats behind the bakery, she prepared coffee for the first commuters that passed by the shop, often heading to the Tinkerer's Guild or a factory. After the morning rush died down to a trickle, her parents would bid her and her brothers farewell for school.

People around lower Voxthain knew the Lui family and their bakery, and they would greet the four Lui kids on their way to and from school. Mei was kind and friendly, but she always had an eye for one of the tinkerer boys. He was shy and reserved, keeping to himself more than most of the other lower city kids. Mei couldn't help but be charmed by him and his transmutation work. While in school, she was far too shy to ever approach him herself, instead choosing to keep her crush close to her chest to grow or die away at it's leisure. With time, it faded to the background, her busy life at the bakery taking precedence.

Mei was an average student—never making the top of her class, but also never in need of remedial studies. She had no dreams of becoming a scholar or a Councilor or anything that would require her to ace school. The bakery was her home, and she was content to continue to make cakes and pastries for the rest of her life. When she graduated, she joined her brothers at the family bakery full-time. Two of her brothers had moved from her family home to neighboring houses to start families of their own, but still they came by the house each and every day for work.

One day, when Mei was 19, she went out to deliver fresh rolls to an elderly woman in the community just like any other day. A rogue carriage crashed down the street, wild and untameable. The rider was screaming from their seat, shouting out warnings and cries for help. People dodged out of the way and ran after the carriage, shooting out any magic they could to get the carriage to halt, but there was nothing they could do. The street was so narrow and winding, the buildings built too close together to accommodate the sheer volume of people in the lower city. Mei only saw the carriage when it was too late, and she had nowhere to run and hide even if she had seen it coming.

After the accident, Mei couldn't recall the crash itself or the sickening crunch of the wheels on her leg. She remembered the fear, remembered the sound of the wheels against the uneven stones of the road. Then nothing, just waking up in a hospital bed with the feeling that something was missing.

It was hard adjusting to life on one leg. While what remained of her leg healed—the carriage had crushed her right at the knee—she was stuck hobbling around on crutches, doing what she could to keep up with the bakery she so loved and failing at every turn. The very day the healers okayed her for transmutation, her mother and oldest brother accompanied her to the Tinkerer's Guild to get her a prosthetic. The name Jingyi Wei-Xsu had been passed along to them time and again over the last few weeks—stories of what he had done to help a sister or a friend, praises of his gentle nature and the artistry of his creations. Walking into his work station, Mei was shocked to see that shy little boy she had crushed on all those years ago looking back at her.

Only a week after Jingyi had fitted her with her prosthetic, she saw him in the bakery for the first time. And then he came back a few days later, and again and again until he was buying coffee or a cake or sandwich from them every day. When he left, her brothers would hoot and holler about how cute they were together, already guessing the name of their first kid. Mei would just blush and hide behind her hands, not wanting her brothers to see the wide grin on her face. Months of shy flirting passed until one of Mei's older brothers lost his patience with the two lovebirds and set up a date. The two have been happily together ever since, easily joining their separate lives into one. Their wedding had been the talk of the town, the joining of the sweet baker everyone loved and the quiet tinkerer who had given so much to the city.

A few years later, Mei gave birth to Chae, her sweet girl and the light of her life. Chae was the perfect baby, giggly and calm, her sweet buddy in the bakery when she wasn't keeping Jingyi company at his work station at the Guild. When Chae was older, she was the first to taste all of Mae's creations, giving her honest opinion and suggestions for what could make her treats tastier. Oftentimes, Mae saw Chae as a little Jingyi, following in his footsteps as a mechanic, and she could not be prouder of her daughter and the woman she was growing into.

To this day, Mei is a baker, rising before dawn to watch the bread rise with the sun. She loves the quiet comfort of her life, and hopes that she and her family are able to stay peaceful and happy together forever.

Personality
Outgoing, polite, and kind, Mei is the perfect match for her Councilor husband. She knows everyone in the lower city, and they know and love her in return. She does not have a single angry bone in her body (she likes to joke that all of her anger was stored in her missing leg), and could never hurt a fly. Despite her husband's involvement in politics, she tries to stay away from all of that and the nobility of it all, choosing instead to focus on the day-to-day and the good she can do for the people around her right now.

Magic
Conjuration ; Mei always had an affinity for conjuration, but she never cared to cultivate that gift for anything more than telekinesis and conjuring bakery ingredients from the ether.

[Isabella, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ]

         
𝗥𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗔𝘇𝘂𝗹 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗲
𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑈𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑒, 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑, 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑒, 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

         

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

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Stormvales tend to live big, exciting lives and go out with a bang fairly young. Rafael Azul is one of the last remaining Stormvales of his generation, and the whole of his parents' generation went to their graves so long ago he can barely remember their faces. All his life, Rafael Azul never imagined he would have to lead his family. Born third out of four siblings with a whole host of cousins, he though he was safe to be as wild and free as he wanted. Of course, life never works out the way you want it to.

The Stormvales straddled the line between Voxthain and Asterath, keeping homes within both cities that they traveled back and forth between seemingly at random, but Rafael Azul knew that he was an Asterath boy through and through, not caring to take part in his Voxthain heritage for any longer than he had to. When his parents and siblings would pack up to spend time in Voxthain, he would beg to stay behind with some of his cousins that were moving down into the Asterath house. There was always a steady stream of Stormvales in both locations as they flitted around, so he knew he would be safe and cared for. Even as he made his choice on the city he wanted to be his home, Asterath never seemed to want to fully accept Rafael Azul. In Cogworks, the Asterath kids only saw him for his family's nobility and their home in Voxthain while the Voxthain kids saw him as a cave dweller, an outsider with two names. It was the Stormvale curse to never fit into either world no matter how hard he tried, and Rafael loved his family far too much to cut ties with them just to fit in.

The Stormvale family was massive, and they had each other even if they would never truly belong in one place. After leaving Cogworks, Rafael Azul chose to settle down in the Asterath home full-time, taking a step back from the family business of peace-keeping between the two cities to really learn about his home. His twenties were a time of heavy experimentation, exploring every last inch of the caverns of Asterath, and even stepping a toe into a world of the gangs. Gang life did not suit him by any means, and he very quickly learned that he would much rather be on an opposing team. Rafael Azul joined the Blacklights as a shield when he was 27, comfortable with keeping an eye on the gangs and protecting the citizens of Asterath. By that time, many of his aunts and uncles had passed, and his number of cousins had begun to dwindle, but the family that was around was proud to see him step more into a protector role. It was the Stormvale way, and Rafael Azul was just as much a Stormvale as any of his city-hopping brethren.

A few years later, when Rafael Azul was 32, his oldest brother came to the Asterath house, fear written across his face. This was his only living sibling, the other two falling in years passed. His sister had left the moral plane in a shadowfog incident only two years back, and his younger brother hadn't even made it out of his teens. Out of the four of them, Rafael Azul truly believed his older brother, patriarch of the family and a solid, compassionate man, would outlive them all. He had a lovely wife and three beautiful children that he was raising primarily in the Voxthain house, but Rafael Azul still saw the little rascals every few weeks when they came down to the sunken city. On that day, his brother looked like he had already died. And for all intents and purposes, he had.

While acting as an ambassador between the cities, his brother had managed to land himself in deep water with some of the less savory noble families, but he had been too scared for Rafael Azul's safety to give a name to the evil. He told Rafael Azul that the kids all thought he was leaving on a long business trip and to never tell them what really happened to their parents. He begged him to take his kids in and raise them the Stormvale way. Rafael Azul had never wanted children, but he knew in his heart that he would raise those kids to the best of his ability. He didn't know where his brother went or what that noble family did to him, but that was the last time he ever saw his brother. The very same day, Rafael Azul packed up his belongings and moved back into the Voxthain manor for the first time since he was a small boy, a false smile painted across his face for the kids as if he was there as a surprise for them while their parents were out of town.

For how much he thought he hated kids and would make a terrible father, Catalina Taupe, Xavier Amaranth, and little Camila Mauve wormed their way into his heart very quickly. He struggled with the level of emotional vulnerability and attention they required, but he loved them fiercely and wanted to raise them to live longer than their predecessors. It wasn't too long after that one of Rafael Azul's cousins caught wind of him raising three of his nieces and nephews and hoisted off her own three kids—toddling Antonio Grey and twin babies Azuela Coral and Alaia Jade—onto him. Rafael Azul was furious, storming after her into Asterath to demand that she love and cherish her children the way she should, but she claimed to be far too busy actually being a Stormvale for children, unlike him, and he should be happy to be the family babysitter if he refused to go into intercity politics. Rafael Azul had no experience with babies and had no idea how to care for two of them at once on top of the four other children under his care, but he knew better than to let slip how much he was flying by the seat of his pants to any of the kids.

It was hard, it was chaotic, and Rafael Azul felt like he'd aged 30 years in the last 16, but they all got through it in one piece. Rafael Azul is proud of his nieces and nephews, and he is so thankful to whatever higher power that looked out for his family that each one of them had made it to adulthood. The twins would be the last to reach their 18th birthday, and Rafael Azul could already feel the day coming.

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𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

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Kind, yet closed-off, bumbling yet straightforward, Rafael Azul is a mess of contradictions. He loves all of the kids with a fierceness, but it isn't often that his love is verbally expressed. Instead, it's shown through his attendance at every game, recital, and graduation, and all of the framed achievements scattered through the Voxthain manor. He's nonviolent and easygoing, but he would kill anyone who dared to touch a single hair on any of his kids' heads without question. There is an awkwardness to his love, almost like he doesn't know what to do with it, but in matters of life, he is to the point, not running in circles around it.

Over the course of his life, Rafael Azul has learned caution, and the safety of thinking twice before acting. In his youth, he had been reckless and stupid, and it was through sheer luck that he hadn't died tragically young. He had learned from that, and he hoped to teach the children in his care to not tempt fate the way he once had.

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𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖

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A jack of all trades and master of none, he has dipped his toe into each of the schools of magic with a rudimentary hold on each.

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[Isabella, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ]

𝙽𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙸𝚜𝚌𝚊
𝟸𝟾 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚒𝚖
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝙵𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛
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𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

Nero isn't exactly great with people. He wants to like people and have friends, but people aren't often drawn to him. He can be blunt and harsh, with a statue-still way of holding himself that often throws people off. None of this is to say that Nero is unkind. He does want the best for the citizens of Voxthain, and wishes to have positive relationships with his colleagues and the people of the city he serves, he just isn't the best at getting to that point.

The one thing Nero has going for him is his patience. He will never be the one to throw the first punch, and he will never be quick to anger. His composure makes him a very good field soldier, and can sometimes even diffuse tension in a dangerous situation. Nero could sit in one place and wait for orders for as long as his commanding officer needed him to, never fatiguing or losing focus of the mission at hand.

𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

Originally born to a warlike people far north of Voxthain, Nero Isca was sculpted for a life in the Militia. Of course, he had know way of knowing that as a child and young man, growing up weeks of travel from the sister cities, but even so there was something in him fit for that life even before he knew he would lead it.

When Nero was 25, he left his home in search for something better, or at the very least more interesting. On the road, he heard tell of a city of magic and wonder along the southern coast of Valoran. Intrigued, he made his way down to Voxthain and fell in love the moment he stepped through the city gates. Flying dirigibles and carriages that required no horses, a flamboyant display of magic around every corner that he had not seen anywhere else on the continent. It was whimsy and wonder, and he knew it would be home.

Shortly after settling in to the city, Nero saw a job posting for the Militia. It was odd to him that the city had no true army, coming from a city where over half of the children were bound to enlist, and it seemed that Voxthain's Militia was the closest the city came to having a military. Life was so peaceful along the southern coast, and a true military was simply an unnecessary use of time and resources. Given his life and background, he figured he would be well suited as a member of the Militia, and applied for a position as a field soldier.

He got the job immediately, and now, three years later, Nero is finally starting to feel like a true citizen of Voxthain. Even if he had no magic of his own to command, the constant use of it around him no longer made him flinch or stare in surprise and wonder. His dedication to keeping the city safe and secure knows no bounds, and he is actively working on being promoted to Investigator to have more power to protect the city he has come to love.

(( i know this isn't much 😔 im struggling with writing and i think we needed a field soldier for the casino heist and im trying my best. don't roast me too hard ))

𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌

none: nero comes from a society with little regard for magic, and instead has honed his body to its physical peak without the assistance of magic. he is strong, fast, and precise in his aim, but that is all work that he has put into himself

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