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Faeran, after having been taken away to speak with Fatebinder, sat cozied up at his home in Vallagne. His previous encounter with Razad Fatebinder led his requirement of rest to be true, not to fend off exhaustion, as his only spellcast was willed to deflect a cobra from assaulting his sister. Rather than exhaustion, he needed rest to decide.
Would he choose Sulieronn, his former teacher of the arcane, someone he oh so sincerely looked up to? or would he choose Hohkmat, the home he had been living in for centuries now?
“Eugh. . . All this thinkin’s gonna make mah brain go numb.” A soft grumble exited the clenched and gritted teeth of the ‘ker. ‘Decide later’, he thought to himself, ‘sleep now.’ And that is just what he did, lunardrowned eyes falling into a dreamscape.
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The Morwenna leaned atop his cane, a never-shifting gaze locked upon a dying man he had only ever briefly spoken to. His forever-glued face, a visage of no expression, just might’ve curled into a sly grin at this death, as he’d been informed the importance of such.
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MC Name:
Rhettthecoldone
Character's Name:
Faeran
Character's Age:
Old enough
Character's Race:
‘Ker/‘aheral
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Fire evocation
Teacher's MC Name:
Lmcfc
Teacher's RP Name:
Iduna Thriceblood
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
Nope!
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
I do.
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
Mhm!
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Want now. I need now.
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i aided in this process bc uh. magic.
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Faeran'duil Lunuae-Reinhold set his mouth to the Breakfast Feast he had ordered just minutes ago. The food had emit strings of warmth that hit the elf's face with a simple grace. And so, he'd dig in, entirely inhaling the assortment of baked eggs, sausage, etc!
The 'ker jolted up from his table in a sudden abrupt way. He was utterly flabbergasted by the exquisite, delectable flavors of the meal! For sure, the elf was satisfied with his meal. One glance at his face and you could tell he was enjoying it. Words couldn't even describe the grace blessed upon Faeran just then. He was speechless to reply, and simply continued eating.
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Let my future self have awesome sauce flames!!!
(honestly kinda thought this was already a thing-)
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Student!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3/3 as of 4/16/2024
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TATATA!! 2/3 as of 4/7/2024
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student stuident sutendenen!!!! 1/3, 4/4/2024
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MC Name:
Rhettthecoldone
Character's Name:
Faeran'duil Lunuae-Reinhold
Character's Age:
Old Enough
Character's Race:
ker/aheral
Link to your accepted MA:
What magic(s) will you be teaching?
Voidal Translocation
Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:
General Translocation:
Voidal Translocation is a widely used form of Voidal Magic. It has to do with the rearrangement of a person or object’s position within reality. The process is a simple idea, one that is commonly explained the same by most teachers under the veil’s blankets of reality. Mana Anchors, fissures of mana that loosen the veil’s integrity, which allows voidal energy to wire through, are the simple reason as to why this magic is found within tomes under the genre of the arcane. A mage of material rearrangement places these anchors onto a desired location within reality, and the target they wish to rearrange. At this stage, they have prepared their spell and are ready to cast it. Casting could be used on objects, animals, people, and even the mage themselves! It all depends on what the mage has commanded the void to perform. They could order the anchors they place to displace their entire existence into a new location within reality, or perhaps store an object within a voidal pocket by consuming its material state of existence.
Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?
Shifting Translocation:
Shifting is the most general form of translocation. It is the key and staple subsection of Translocation that Voidal Magi harnesses day to day. The magi finding themselves wielding the powers of Shifting can alter the coordinates at which a person, object, or simply themself stand at. Anchors are encased around targets that the mage wishes to rearrange, and another Anchor is warped into reality that sits as a standpoint for where the target shall travel to. And with that step complete, the target, either being a person, animal, or object, may be sent to the desired location within the hues of an aura. To put it simply, Shifting is the subsection that has to do with teleporting entities across distances through the use of Mana Anchors.
Expatriation Translocation:
A lesser version of Translocation, yet definitely still a useful subsection, is Expatriation. It is a form used to store matter within a pocket of voidal energy. Simply enough, these pockets are dubbed considerably as Voidal Pockets. Voidal Pockets may hold weapons to other items that voidal magi perhaps need to store or simply do not want to hold. In some instances, Expatriation is harnessed to displace thrown projectiles or spells that were guided towards the direction of the translocationist. In this occurrence, two anchors of mana are warped into reality by either sides of the mage. It is used to swallow incoming attacks through one portal, and spew them out the other mana portal. - To send an object into a Voidal Pocket, one must anchor it before willing the void to do any such wish. Upon coating an object with a Mana Anchor, the mage may send their object into a Voidal Pocket where it will be held until they wish to retrieve it.
Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?
Voidal Pocket [(Deconstruction) 3 Emotes to cast, Connect -> Charge -> Cast]
Faeran, a mage of many magicks, set forth a hand to place in the empty space at the front of his chest. Before him rested an apple of sanguine hue and a crystalline shine. The dark elven man studied this apple further, before a smoky tendril of shadow sprouted at the ends of his fingertips. The darkness spread, wafts of ebon exhaust crawling from his arms, fingers, and shoulders now. Within his concentrated eyes rested a glow of the moon, a settled perch for the moon to rest its lunar beams into.
Faeran willed those shadows to format a hiss of existence, which then demanded a fog of silvery-blue presence to erupt from within. These fogs were illuminated by a similar light in the wielder’s eyes. It was only then that the fogs crawled for the aforementioned fruit, seizing its red existence in a grip of chilly moonlight.
[!] In a beautiful display of heavenly light, moonbeams shone down on the fruit, crumpling its existence to the core. Its presence within reality was no more, but rather under the guidance of the void, where it would not exist until Faeran ordered it to.Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?
Faeran strode around the room, precisely observing the presence of his student. “Make yer link t’ the void fer meh, pretty please. Jus’ like at th’ start o all our lessons.” The request was simple. “Today we’ll be learnin a sim’le spell. Voidal Pocket. Allows ye t’ store spells in th’ void! Quite ‘andy fer when ye need uh’ holdin hand.”
Herold ushered a breath underneath his visage, allowing a sickly teal-green aura to form on his shoulders in the appearance of cackling flames. “Got it! Voidal Pocket… How- how do I cast it?” Had the highlander man questioned.
[!] “Jus’ getting t’ that..” he stated with a smile. “Now ah’ know yer familiar with uh’ Mana Anchor- as tha’s what we wen’ o’er last time.” A nod presented itself from the origin of the dark elven man’s visor. “Ye’ve got t’ place an Anchor on th’ object ye wan’ t store.” He’d retrieve an apple from the depths of his satchel, placing it atop a marble table. “Ah’ll demonstrate, like always…” And that he did, deconstructing the apple from existence in a dance of moonshine, only for it to reconstruct from particles of lunar-lit fog. (demonstration of spell above.)
Herold gave a quick nod before turning his focus onto the apple. He’d lift his hand towards the fruit, a spark of those ill flames grazing the object. Eventually, the red apple was coated in an inferno of spectral green. “Alright! I have an anchor on it…” he’d then push out a hefty sigh.
Faeran gave a polite applause, though not enough to make Herold think this spell was under full completion, as it was not. “Now- instead o’ crea’in uh’n anchor to it’s destination in th’ material world, yer gon’ t put th’ anchor inside th’ void. Dip a fissure o' yer mana into the void and shape it int’ uh’ necessary container fer this apple.”
Herold: “Sounds- a little difficult.. I got this-” Another huff of wind escaped his visage before those flames that wreathed the apple began to burn away the fruit’s material makeup. It took the appearance of a scorched, blackened, and charred fruit now. In a wisp of ash, the apple was entirely erased from existence as the teal-green flames danced away.
Faeran applauded fondly! His claps impacted softly against each other as his smile grew. “Great job, ‘erold! Great job fer yer firs’ try! O’ course, ye could always improve by…” his words trailed off as the scene was cut short.Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?
I would personally contact the student, questioning what went wrong and if they had the intention to powergame on purpose or on accident. If they simply did not mean to, I would dive further into the situation, specifically determining what they had done wrong and correct it. If the situation had been enacted with full intention of powergaming and ruining other's experience, I would contact an ST member immediately. Once a higher status individual had been contacted, I would inform them of the situation and let them handle it from there.
(copied from previous Teacher Application.)
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
I do not.
Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:
I do.
Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.
I have not.
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Hi. i helped.
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Faeran the elf wandered aimlessly through his abode in Vallagne. He wasn’t sure how to think of this…
Elena had always been a a respectful and respectable person, at least to Faeran. Though he remembers the awfulness she performed, unintentionally tearing her apart from her own family. Something about hearing the news touched him. Maybe he should’ve seen her differently. Maybe he should’ve listened closer to her reasonings. Perhaps they weren’t as foolish as he thought.
His gaze wandered up to the bright and shining, silvery entity in the sky. It was the moon that illuminated his ashen skin, in castings of silver light. Hushedly, he spoke…
“Let ‘er be with ye, oh moon so bright.”
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student, student, student!!!
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Whistling away within his kitchen stood Lord-Aspirant, Faeran of Hohkmat. A snowy white owl made a sudden stop through its flight around Vallagne, laying a missive specifically at the open windowsill of Faeran’s home.
The dark elven man reached for this rolled up missive, peering onto it curiously. “Well tha’s jus’ great!”
The snowy owl took off into the sky after its reward of a mouse.
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Somewhere in the lands of Petra ventured a halfblood of two elven sub races. He kicked at the rocks on the dirt paths, singing tunes to himself as he thought up ideas for a Hohkmat District Renovation.
Only there had he seemed to of stomped right on a paper, by accident of course. Faeran crouched to the earth to retrieve this mysterious flier. Someone must’ve dropped it against the ground on there way out of Vallagne. Well, he might as well give it a read…
And that he did, heart dropping to his feet. In fact, his feet might’ve moved just like his heartbeat. The elven man raced for the Reinhold Manor! Once inside, a wide hug to both Atticus and Wilford were insisted upon. He never really gave hugs to the two, but he decided to get over that and show them the Moonboy love.
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A long time it had been since Faeran stepped foot into the surrounding settlements. The only thing he could quite remember was the terror consuming his visage upon entry. His eyes ventured the scene wrought of a twisting, ethereal heat. Colors he hadn’t imagined before danced through his ‘Ker-toned skin, originating from the torrent of hissing, Voidal flame above in the clouds.
Perhaps it was the burning pyre above, or the dreadful familiarity of Veletz that had caused his sharpened facial features to twist. A grimacing affinity about the man had obviously set present as the most purest forms of his mana shred off towards the bearer of energies, Atticus, his brother-in-law.
His hands set forth to harbour a darkened energy, smokes of a negative shadow whistling from his fingertips and shoulders. It was as if nature’s graceful breath extinguished a metaphorical flame about him, leaving trails of ebon exhaust to wriggle towards the flame-bearing sky. Mentioned smokes of negativity brought forth a light of sorts. A thrumming fizzle of bright illuminance gently departing from the dark. Shreds of moonlight delicately set onward, traveling with the apathetic movement of sluggish ocean waves. They met towards Atticus, fueling the man’s very figure with foreign mana.
And at that, the spell was satisfied. Its hunger gratified by a selection of magis’ mana.
In a quake of bolstering temperature and overpowering effulgence, that dream-like, elven man crashed to the floor in a heap of exhaustion.
He wasn’t quite unconscious, though he wasn’t fully there in the moment. Faeran’s silver eyes graced the fume-filled area as he dazed back into a pool of memories. Beside him… where the ritual was done… he took note of the oozing, melted building that used to be the local clinic.
It was where Wren took her last breath. Where the crimson seeping from her wounds spilled far too much. And then to the grasslands onward… where he was coerced to watch Wren’s lifeless body whittle to darkened, hovering ashes in an assortment of logs and tricking heat. Maybe at first his decision wasn’t clear about his thorough intentions. Was he performing the ritual by order? Or was he fueling the spell to watch his past burn away. Deep inside him, he thought. In fact he did wish this place gone. He wanted every memory, every thought of Veletz crisped away to a fine rubble. Faeran wanted nothing more than tragic death for this dreadful place. In no way had he felt even the slightest regret. All he wanted was death. Death and revenge.
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WOW! Windstorm is useful now 😱😱😱
love the changes :> +1
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OOC
((MC Name: Rhettthecoldone ))
((Discord: _ratinahat ))
((Timezone: CST ))
IN-CHARACTER
What is your name?
Faeran’duil Lunuae-Reinhold, though there’s no need for all of it. Just refer to me as Faeran if you’d prefer.
Why seek membership to the Mages Guild?
I wish to advance my knowledge of the Void and gain a more professional status amongst the society of magi. The Arcane studies are most fascinating to me and they always have been. I also hope to potentially locate a teacher for separate studies under the Arcane branch. Upon acceptance, I do intend to spread my knowledge over the Arcane to those I dub ready-minded enough.
What arts, if any, do you currently practice?
I am a Master Aeromancer and a Master Translocationist.
What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance?
I hope to obtain the role of Adeptus Primaris as I already have a wide selection of students under my wing that are all studying Aeromancy.
When should you be contacted for an interview?
I say whenever you deem fit! Send me a bird and I will likely respond sooner or later. Sometimes the birds at the Hohkmati Aviary aren’t the brightest. (I may or may not have witnessed one crash into the roof of a wizard tower, poor thing.)
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Second student, lets gooo! WOOP WOOP
TA ^^^
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My TA:
WAHOO FIRST STUDENT!
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MC Name:
Rhettthecoldone
Character's Name:
Faeran'duil Lunuae-Reinhold
Character's Age:
31
Character's Race:
ker/aheral
Link to your accepted MA:
What magic(s) will you be teaching?
Air Evocation
Describe this magic or a creature as a whole:
Air Evocation is one of the four Elemental Evocations under the Voidal sect of magic. In order to become a fully fledged Air Evocationist, one requires a stabilized connection to the void. This usually is done under the guidance of a newly acquired teacher. A teacher takes the student to a location or object of a richer mana source. This could either be an obelisk, a Voidal Tear, or perhaps the teacher themself if they happen to be a Voidstalker. Once a connection has been forged between the student and the Void, they are all set to begin their lessons and progress within Air Evocation!
Upon connection, a mage may summon forth a plethora of wind spells to manipulate at their demand. This process is, obviously, dubbed Spellcasting. A student dips their full consciousness into the void, setting anchors upon the winds they wish to conjure into the material world. Winds summoned directly from the Void have many differences and common relations with the material world’s mundane air. It can often be heard with the sounds of a whistle or perhaps a whoosh. Now the visual is really what makes a difference between the two elements. Air from the mundane is depicted as an invisible force, while the winds originating from the plane of spontaneous creation are usually depicted as streaks or fogs of the Caster’s aura shade. This oddness makes itself present to allow the existence of the winds to be known by those observing it, or those perhaps being pummeled into oblivion by it. By focusing on the wind's origins, a mage may begin to alter the temperature of it. Though this has no effect on the combat aspect whatsoever and it is purely an aesthetic choice. An example of these choices could be the summoning of snow-filled winds, which… you guessed it, were conjured at a colder temperature.
Now something that does effect combat advantages within this otherworldly wind is the ability of compression. It is a widely used ability amongst all Air Evocationists that allows said Air Evocationist to mould their winds together, forcing it into a smaller, more compact swathe of air that could really pack a punch. Air being compressed grows very noticeable after the decision of compression has been made.
Are there different sections or subsections of magic? Can those be elaborated upon?
Manipulating and Conjuring sound from wind is the one and only subtype within the art of Air Evocation. It regards the act of summoning air at a certain sharpness to the point that it emits a specific, desired sound. The spell, “Sound Blast” is the only general spell that utilizes this subtype by refining winds into an ear-stabbing frequency. This can also be done to a much lower degree and rather passively through the use of just general wind summoning. It all depends on how the caster wishes their air to be summoned.
Can you give an example of a casting emote, of a spell of your choice?
Gust-
Context: A bandit has decided he'd try and attack Faeran)
Faeran'duil Lunuae Reinhold's ear twitched at the sound of horse hooves beating the ground. He spun around on his path to Petra, shooting a glare to the unfriendly looking newcomer ahead. He gently lay his eyelids to rest, allowing them to retreat back open after a quick huff of concentration. The mundane hue within his eyes had been completely replaced, seemingly by a pearl-like glow, reflecting that of what looked to be the moon. He let his fingers unfurl, a mist of darkness trailing from the tips of his fingers. [1/3 Connecting]
Billy Bob trots over with his horse, awakening a glistening silver sword from its sheathe. He too, glares forward, though there is a hint of a smirk added within his expression. "Now, now... hand over your money and I'll let ya be on your way. This don't gotta be a whole scene." The man utters, slipping off of his horse in a somehow cocky way.
Faeran'duil Lunuae Reinhold let his hands flail about, those tendrils of darkness now growing somewhat impatiend. After a few words muttered to himself, out spun a moonlit irradiance, mists of irridescense seeping from the abyssal shadows that curl at his fingertips. "I'm not doing anything until you get back on that horse and gallop your ass back over to Veletz." He hissed, the glare upon his face shooting alight by the sudden effulgence he'd manifested. [2/3 Charging]
Billy Bob "Alright then mate, you asked for it!" And with an evil sneer, he lunges forward, attempting a clean slice at the dark elf's connection of head to shoulders.
Faeran'duil Lunuae Reinhold "Are all bandits like this? Surely not... you'd actually have to be smart to bandit a mage of my level." He matches his attacker's evil sneer, thrusting his arms forward in aggression. Forward darted the particles of moonlit fog in the direction of Billy Bob! The winds were aimed directly at his chest, and if a hit had been met, the bandit would meet a sad fate to his back. Billy would be sent back [5] meters, straight into the tree rooted behind him. He would likely fracture something upon his back as of the tree's surface material. "Anyway-" [3/3 Casting]
Billy Bob was flung just as described, landing his back upon the tree's hardened surface! A loud CRUNK was heard from the impact, implying that he may have broken something. "Oh- YOU SHIT!!" He cried, wailing in immense pain.Can you give an example of a teaching-emote (interacting with another) of a spell of your choice?
Gust:
Faeran enters the room, munching on a cookie. With a half-full mouth, he mumbles forward words of utter sageliness to his student, "Good morning, Sparklepuff Muffinman, today I've decided that you're going to learn Gust! You have no say whatsoever! thankyou!" He let his hands unfold themselves as tendrils of shadow spun from his fingertips. Looking above, Sparklepuff could witness the heavenly glow within his eyes, a spinning shimmer of moonlight.
Sparklepuff raises there hands, a twist of peony pink mist vibrating off of their form. "Understood! You never let me have any say on what we learn. It's ok though!" the Adunian man settles for a wide smile, glancing upward to his teacher with growing curiosity.Faeran lifts his visage into one of fondness, letting his arms fold together. "Now... its quite the standard spell of an Aeromancer. You summon your winds as per usual, and send them outward in a flurry of intention!" He explains, allowing a flicker of irradiant, silvery-blue mist to spew from his shadowy fingertips. "I'll demonstrate, as always, and you'll follow along as I do so!" The fogs of moonlight spin around his frame, shifting in resonance at his very heartbeat. "First, you'll obviously need to summon the winds as we went over last lesson. Hold them in the anchor! Do not release them yet!"
Sparklepuff lets out a quick sigh, cupping his chin into his hands as he observed the master at work. "I'm pretty sure demonstrating means showing me first- but... alright?" He flails his arms outward, that pink aura spinning within the arcanic grasp of his outstretched palms.
Faeran: "Are you literally backtalking me? I am genuinely flabbergasted right now. Fix yourself." He snarled downward, though a hint of teasing catching within his tone. "Anyway, next you'll just direct the winds forward... like so!" And outward his arms thrusted, the ribbons of moonlight zipping right for a chair within the corner of the room. The chair flung violently away, stabbing right into the wall with an abrupt THUNK! "Your turn! Don't do it wrong or I'll cry."
Sparklepuff: "Uhm... ok!" And forward the man's arms were sent, though the weariness of failure had obviously led his concentration to quiver. Somehow, the blast of mist was directed right for his teacher! It would simply fly by the elf like a breeze though, no harm would be done but a look of utter dissapointment to Sparklepuff. "Oh- that... didn't work."
Faeran was in utter disbelief. How could his student fail that badly? "You're joking right? Why the hell did I accept you as a student Sparklepuff?" He tilts his head, neck craning downward, revealing that estimated look of dissapointment. The elf lets all irradiant aura from his appearance dim away as he just blinked downward to his failure of a student. "We're going to try that again, do it right."
Sparklepuff was on the verge of tears, a glossy look now pertaining to the white of his eyes. "I- it was my first time.."
End.
Say your student powergames during or after teaching, how do you reprimand that?
I would personally contact the student, questioning what went wrong and if they had the intention to powergame on purpose or on accident. If they simply did not mean to, I would dive further into the situation, specifically determining what they had done wrong and correct it. If the situation had been enacted with full intention of powergaming and ruining other's experience, I would contact an ST member immediately. Once a higher status individual had been contacted, I would inform them of the situation and let them handle it from there.
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
I do not!
Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:
I do!
Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.
I do not!
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Faeran’duil Lunuae peered his nose to the inscription after coming across the heinous sight of scarlet and severed heads. “The- Dark Star… I remember..” his breath would grow shaky as those words fell out. The elf mounted his horse, gliding up the street with a tight grip on his foci.
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Faeran’duil Lunuae perked a brow to the missive, seemingly confused. “Sulieronn? I thought he didn’t like all of that politic shit..” he clicked his tongue, sitting himself upon the chair at his desk.
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[Necromancy] [MA] Rhettthecoldone
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MC Name:
Rhettthecoldone
Character's Name:
Lonan Morwenna
Character's Age:
old enough
Character's Race:
Human
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Necromancy
Teacher's MC Name:
Meteor__Dragon
Teacher's RP Name:
Akaln'athri
Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:
nope!
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:
yep!
Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?
mhm!