Casting Call/OOC: The Tower Academy

I've wanted to do a fantasy RP again for a while, so I thought I'd give this a try.

The Tower Academy is one of the most prestigious schools of the arcane arts in all the known lands. Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, and even demihumans such as orcs, lizardmen, fae folk, and half-breeds of all types seek to pass the entrance exams to get in. Of the thousands who come every year, only a handful are chosen, and of those even fewer ever graduate.

The Tower Academy is named for the elaborate castle it calls home. This sprawling structure is a veritable city-state with towers reaching into the heavens futher than any structure could without the aid of magic.

The land surrounding it has become touched by the centuries of powerful magic radiating from this grand place, and the wilds have become a place of wild fantasies and also grave nightmares.

Within these walls, political and racial walls are torn down. The students and faculty certainly do have more than their fare share of intrigue, but any given alliances or enmities are usually more personal than political.

I'm looking for people to play both students and teachers. Just submit a character by these guidelines:


Name: Amrufel Miranioth
Race: Half-elf/half-dragon
Age: 218 (approximately 20-21 in human years)
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 158 lbs
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Yellow
Description: Amrufel, like most elves, is tall, lean, and extraordinarily graceful. He has a kind, gentle face with large eyes and smooth features. His face is framed by the characteristic long, pointed ears of elves. His yellow eyes are an anomoly however, as is his blue hair which grows down to his knees and is bound in a braided ponytail.
He dresses very respectably. When not wearing the wine red robes of an academy initiate, he prefers simple silk shirts (often blue) with long sleeves that often partly conceal his hands, black trousers, and buckskin boots. On formal occassions, he also dons a blue cape and peacebonded scimitar.
Should one look more closely, or see him shirtless, the truth of his heritage becomes apparent. Across his skin, one also can see patches of blue scales that edge seemlessly with his normal skin. On the bottoms of his forearms are reptillian fins with blue skin webbing. His fingers are unusually long and end in black claws. Folded across his back is a compact pair of surprisingly powerful wings that allow him to fly for a limited amount of time.
Backstory: Amrufel was the bastard son of an elven sorceress and a disguised dragon known as Vorn. Though his mother was a compassionate soul, Vorn was known as the Scourge of the Western Mountains for his sadistic cruelty and greed. He had planned to take the sorceress, Inaya, as a concubine, but when the ruse was discovered he was driven off.
However, the element that unraveled his plan was the birth of Amrufel, who even as an infant was clearly half-dragon. As a boy, he was a victim of paranoia and prejudice. He was feared for his heritage, and the gift of magic he inherited from his mother.
Eventually, the elves wanted to execute the boy and came from him in the night. Inaya sacrificed herself to allow her son to escape, but he spent many years as a vagabond trying desperately to find some place where he would fit in.
It wasn't until about 10 years ago that Amrufel came across the Tower Academy. With his natural talents, he easily passed the entrance exam and soon become a model student. He was able to socialize for the first time without hiding his draconic features.
Lately, he's been assigned as a tutor and a tourguide, his seniority giving him an authority on the subjects. Though he could have easily left the academy years ago, he chose to go through the process as any student would. And to someone as long-lived as an elf-blooded, he could take all the time he wanted.

Mistanie Deditsi




Name : Mistanie Deditsi
Race : Human/Fey (Interspecies Mix)
Age : 109
Height: 4'11
Weight: 90 pounds
(Celestial/Mystic archetype with healer tendencies; inherently chaotic lawful)

Description: Mistanie Deditsi is an unknown factor for the most part. She exists locked within the impenetrable depths of a forest-green cloak, her hands emerging only occasionally and always clad in brown leather gloves to the elbow. The hood is overly large, and its cowl drapes her facial features almost to the point of masking them completely. However, beneath lies an inhumanly pale woman with a pixies face - a broad forehead, triangle-shaped face, and pointed chin. Her eyes are a tad too wide apart; a dark, murky green striated with slivers of yellow around her pupils. If ever seen, her distorted, long and pointed ears drape to brush against the top of her shoulders and are by far and large the most sensitive of her metahuman senses. Her nose is long and almost blade-thin - the mouth beneath it broadly humorous and almost smiling, yet thin-lipped. Her hair is a dark, wine-tinted mass of tight corkscrew curls to her practically nonexistent hips. Slender almost to the point of emaciation, her narrow body carries barely any defining curves, indentations, or rounded flesh. Aside from the water-tight cloak, her most singularly identifying feature is a six foot long white ash stave she bears always that is carved endlessly with ancient runes.


History: Mistanie Deditsi came into being at a point in time when the world hung precipitously on a paper-thin balance. Raised in the midst of the chaos of racial wars driven by magic and fueled by countless deaths, her very escape from the existence that created her was remarkable enough in and of itself.

Preceding her birth had been the Great Fey War – a series of skirmishes and battles in which factions of suspicion laden humanoids attempted to challenge the fey. The humanoid troops – composed of a smattering of elves, trolls, primarily humans, and a handful of other short-lived races (compared to the near immortality of the fey, that is) spent almost two decades throwing themselves in every conceivable way against every known fey presence. Conscious of the futility of most of their battles, they instead determined to undermine civilizations belief and reliance on the practically immortal races – demonstrating their inhumanity, casual usage and even disregard for magic and its side affects, and the complete and total selfish attitude they had towards not sharing their magical or scientific advances with the rest of existence.

In that regard, they were utterly successful. Civilization, as a whole, closed itself off from the fey races – leaving the small pockets of powerful people to fade into quiet, unnoticed obscurity.

Throughout the battles, and particularly on the rare occasions when the fey actually initiated battles upon mortal strongholds, it was commonplace for the defeated troops and civilians attached to them to become the property of the conquerors. Unlike the morality obsessed mortals, the fey were more concerned with bringing as much ease and entertainment to their tedious, almost eternal lives. The mortals provided them with amusement – acting in their plays, battling in their arenas, being test subjects for their scientists, and serving as slaves filling in position from the lowest sculleries to their boon companions.

Meztli Deditsi was the head of a great and ancient house – a family whose history was redolent with magic and almost immeasurable strength and ability. Meztli himself was over a millennium old - and yet his fertility, like that of most fey, was faltering discernibly. He had sired four children upon fey women in his years; two of whom had died during the Great Fey Wars and the third of which had chosen to fade from their existence. His last and final child was a sexual deviant of such infamous renown who lived such an ‘alternate’ lifestyle that it was surprising the man still had his genitals at all.

At the end of the Great Fey Wars, not only had Meztli tripled his land holdings, but he had also ended up with a good dozen body slaves of human origin. Most of the spoils he ended up dividing amongst his fierce band of warriors – but he kept two of the body slaves, for they wound up fertile and impregnated within mere weeks of their capture. While most would consider such feats unremarkable, considering his inability to impregnate another fey, the act was almost miraculous in Meztli’s own eyes.

Over a year later, the great hall of the Deditsi estates was caught in the midst of a vast, great, and very expensive celebration. Lili and Dorcas had each borne child – within hours of each other, interestingly enough. Dorcas’s get was a brute of a boy whom Meztli named Mastin – while Lili’s tiny and delicate girl was named Mistanie. The pair of brother-sister names were tributes, legends in the fey’s history and Meztli swore this pair would reach just as much renown.

Over the years and through many tutors and nannies and nurses, the children were raised together as much as was possible. Mastin was an exuberant boy – his fathers flaming red hair offset by his mothers burning blue eyes, wrapped in a powerful constitution and paired with a disposition so sunny it could be blinding. Mistanie was the withdrawn, the recluse – her flaming hair erupted in wild corkscrew curls from her head, and her body was always diminutive and thing, wispy and almost frail when compared against her strapping brother. The children were like sun and moon to each other – Mastin warm and fun and delightful, Mistanie coolly withdrawn, brooding, and reticent.

Upon the onset of their twentieth birthday, both their father and their caregivers agreed that their fey puberty would soon be descended upon them. At this point in time, they were thrust into even more close-knitted company then ever. The two were moved to a simple but spacious cottage away from the main keep, where they were educated simply but almost constantly by the Deditsi court mage and captain of the men-at-arms.

Mistanie, who relished being able to lose herself in the forest and its flora and fauna, lived in a blur of days of ecstasy broken up only by the harsh demands of their tutors. Surprisingly enough, she held her own with her brother in the weapons duels – it was surprising, given she was thin almost to the point of emaciation, and lacked her brothers brawn and sheer mass. The two shared only their hair color, last names, and an undying love that revolved around the other.

To Mistanie, she accepted the weapons as the tools they were intended as and bit back her utter hatred and distaste for the magic, for she knew that someday she would need it. Instead, she focused on helping her brother with his casting lessons and sparring with him when he felt moved to charge at her with one of his massive, brutish broadswords. For herself, she became content with the long, slender ash wood staff and a pair of diminutive boot daggers. In her own mind, they seemed apt symbols of herself – tiny, slender, yet strong within and just as deadly.

Adolescence slowly gave way to a tentative young adulthood – and Mistanie found that despite the unending love she had for her brother, she did not really want to be a part of the world that he moved in anymore. Mastin lived for every snatched moment with their mutual (if coldly distant) father – yearning for the hunt, the joust, the spar, the charge, and the evenings of gaiety in the keep’s great hall. Mistanie, on the other hand, found herself delighted to withdraw from society as a whole and their family specifically. She found solace and comfort in the vast expanses of the outdoors and in the simple, predictable shifts of nature in the world around her.

Mastin was undeniably their fathers favorite – a brawny lad, now, and full of life and vigor, he was overjoyed to be able to follow his father constantly and learn anything and everything he could from someone who he saw as such a great man. It also didn’t hurt his relationship with their fey relations that he was an ethereally beautiful immortal with the outward appearance of a mortal and features handsome enough to make an artist weep in longing. While Mastin had bred more true to his fey heritage, Mistanie had bred more true to the mix of blood that ran through her veins. Her own features were piquant, pixie-ish; her body reed-thin and barely five feet tall. Her features – an upside down triangle shaped face, with huge, almond shaped green eyes limned in yellow around the pupil were spaced just a shade too far apart over a nose that was long and almost knife thin, a mouth that was broad and smiled easily yet with thin lips atop a stubbornly jutting chin were only a prelude to her ears. So long, pointed, and slanted, they almost brushed her shoulders; they were agile extensions of her head and flicked constantly as her own enhanced senses drank in the sights and smells around her.

Mistanie knew that her blooded features were an embarrassment to her brother and father, and so lost them inside the depths of a swirling, rich forest green cloak her mother sewed for her. The hood was deep and long, the fabric heavy and the weave tight enough that even water was shed. Once attired in it, the most anyone could ever say they had seen of her features was the occasional white flash of her pointed chin – and memory of her painfully un-fey like appearance soon faded in the midst of other gossip.

Mastin was soon ensconced as Meztli’s right hand – obviously the honored son and cherished heir. Satisfied with circumstances that warranted no more need for her presence at all, Mistanie had left the fey demesnes and set out in an attempt to make her way in the world of men. Knowing that she was practically abomination to the folk she was raised by did little for her sense of self, but she prayed each and every day that she would find a niche of her own somewhere, somehow, to sink into. She sought for a place to call her own, to make a home of – a place where she would be welcomed and needed, aside from the vast tracts of forest and wilderness around the world.

Thus, she has brought herself to the Academy - a place where they say there are no lines between races, and nestled in nature at its lushest.

Name: Limuna Dionali
Race: Elf( Full Elf and proud of it)
Age: No on really knows but about 24 in human years
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 125lbs
Hair: Silver
Eyes: violet
Description:

Limuna is slim, almost too slim even for an elf. She is extreamly graceful in every aspect of her life.

Her violet eyes almost glow when the sun hits them directly and her hair looks like water as it cascades down her back. Around her head she wears a black onyx circlet carved into the shape of dragons sleeping.

Her dresses are made of the finest thread and form her lithe body in almost a silohette.


Backstory:

Limuna Dionali is the daughter of wealthy elven merchants. Her talents got her recognzed but her father's money ensured her a place in the academy.

Name: Lyra na M'doch

Race: Full blooded dragon

Age: 176 (appearing 19 human years)

Personality: Intelligent and open, Lyra loves to laugh and have fun but she can also be serious and her studies usually come before everything else. Once the work is done however she loves to play and will even go so far - with friends - to give those daring enough, short rides while in her natural form. She's almost too honest and has a strong sense of honor thanks to her father's teachings.

Appearance: Like all dragons she can appear in her natural form or in a more humanoid form for the purposes of concealment and mating.
Humanoid: Tall and willowy she moves with the natural grace of a born hunter in her humanoid form. Black spiral curls sway down to her waist framing alabaster skin that seems almost luminescent in the way of a pearl or shell and when she shifts just right you can make out the outline of scales just below the surface. Not bothering to fully hide her nature ( though she can appear fully human if she wishes ) her robes have openings in the back for the coal black wings that erupt from her shoulders and her jade green eyes carry an oblong pupil instead of a circular one.
Dragon In her natural state her coloring follows her. Her may body is a startling white adapting her perfectly to the northern wastes of snow and ice her mother originated from except for the wings and neck ridges. A genetic gift from her father her wings remain pitch black leaving her ill suited for concealment in any setting.

Backstory: Contrary to the popular conception of angry, evil, dragons Lyra was born into a loving household to parents who doted on her form an early age. Born to the rarest of the rare, a snow dragon, and a black mountain dragon, she was much sought after as a mate among her own people even from an early age but with their long lifespans there is little need for a dragon to mate early however and many don't even start looking until well into their 200+ year.

Like most dragons she has a love of the sky and could spend her entire day among the thermals if she was allowed but unlike many she was also interested in the magical side of her heritage beyond just her ability to appear human. She had some basic healing skills as well as some control over basic elements and with her natural gifts she easily passed the Academy's entrance exams and a generous donation from her father's treasury ensured she got rooms large enough for her to sleep in her natural form.

Mostly she's seen roaming the halls in her intiates robes, but when she's not dressed for school she prefers to go barefoot and wears only supple buckskin breeches and halter type tops, of the same smooth material, so that her wings are never impeded. She can only fly short distances in her human form, however, as it's musculature is simply not as strong as that of her natural form. Outside of the Academy buildings or in her own room she is most often found in her natural dragon form unless she is working on something for one of her classes.

Name: Idunn Molani.
Race: Half-elf/Half-Human
Age: 21 (in human years)
Height: 5’8”
Hair: Obsidian black, perfectly straight, down to about her waist. (usually kept in a tight pony tail).
Eyes: Bright emerald green.

Background: She was born into the realm of elves after her mother, Elora, an elven sorceress, had been captured after a raid on her caravan and raped by a number of bandits. All her life, Idunn never got the feeling that she fitted in. If she didn’t feel like a half-breed, she felt like an outsider; a bastard child. Her mother, however, never made her feel that way. She loved her daughter like the jewel of her eye.
When Idunn was the equivalent of 12 human years of age she found she had an unusual ability to handle animals, even for an elf. It was as if she could understand them better then anyone else in her village. Her mother pushed to get her into training as a ranger, and she was accepted. Idunn underwent extensive tests and trials for her new path in life and through the years developed extra ordinary skills in her role. She was perfectly happy with her life… until she turned the equivalent of 21 human years!
She awoke early one morning, feeling nothing short of horrible! Her head hurt and any light cut her eyes like a dagger! She stumbled from her forest dwelling and with the aid of her animal friends that resided in her forest clearing, managed to get to her mother’s village to seek aid. Her mother recognized the signs. Idunn’s abilities to work magic, her mother’s hereditary gift to her, were struggling to break free; forcing their way up from under the intense ranger training that had been piled on top of them. When Idunn was feeling better, her mother told her daughter about this and it was a piece of news that Idunn did not take to kindly. She had her life in the forest! She didn’t need this! But the fact remained that Idunn would have to learn to control her abilities if she was to have any chance at a normal life at all; whether as a ranger or as a sorceress. Pulling as many strings as she could, Idunn’s mother got her enrolled in The Tower Academy, the best school of magic in the realms.

Description: Idunn is far from being frail. Her life as a ranger has done wonders for her physique. She is athletic and her body is firm. At first glance, she may not look to be much of a fighter, but cross her, and she’ll have you on your knees before you can blink! Her skin is tanned due to her having spent half her life out in nature. Despite being as fit as she is, her hands are very delicate looking and fine. Her fingers are long and despite her years of hard work, the skin on her palms isn’t callused at all. She has a slight point to her ears and her face, though nearly not as elven looking as a true elf’s, has got some distinct elven characteristics. Her breasts are on the smaller side, and are usually strapped down even more under her clothes. Her behind is a perfect heart shape!
She can usually be found outside in the grounds of the school, communing with nature and the animals. She usually wears practical clothing for a person of her occupation. If not barefoot, she usually wears leather boots.
She is adept in forms of fighting, tracking, espionage and survival among other things.

Personality: She’s been an outsider in her own mind all her life. She doesn’t push people away though, and deep inside, she desperately desires companionship. She’s got a certain degree of resentment towards males but will not go out of her way to be hostile to them. She is a quiet person in general, opting to sit back and observe. You could say it’s because of fear of rejection or insecurity about her own origins. One thing about her is very important to mention… She has an eye for women! She has more then once snuck up to watch the girls bathing in the stream, splashing water on each other, laughing and having fun. She watches silently, admiring their grace and their femininity, mesmerized by the beauty of the female body. To her, men are merely there to fill the realms. But women…! Women are to be admired; respected; loved… lusted over!

Name: Caliandra
Race: Dragon
Age: Appears to be 28 (Around 4,200)
Height: In Elven form around 5'6", (close to 20ft in True form)
Weight: 115 lbs. (2.4 tons)
Hair: Black (Black scales)
Eyes: Green (Green)
Description: Caliandra in Elven form looks no older than 28, and to go along with youthful age are good looks and a once in a generation mind. Her hair is a raven black and falls just a tad lower than her chin and slightly above her neckline. Her skin is fair and tan, and her eyes are a deep sea-blue, When she's out and about at night her eyes tend to glow slightly; but rarely does anyone see her at night. She likes to keep herself in shape, often going off and about to exercise if she's not studying or teaching class, and will transform herself into her natural dragon state and fly off to who-knows-where.

Her clothing reflects her inner nature, wearing a black long-sleeved silk shirt underneath a dark grey tunic. She wears a very dark blue sash around her waist and wears black windbreakers for pants and black knee high boots. Wrapped around her body is a black cape with hood, and scarlet lining on the inside to complete her ensemble.

Backstory: Caliandra is one of the last black dragons left in the world, and survived the onslaught that rogue bands of humans had encurred on her species. The last black dragon she saw was well over 3,000 years ago, and she has kept herself hidden for a good thousand years. She doesn't feel any ill-will towards Humans, knowing that the faults of one shouldn't be put on the many. She was always strong-hearted and a loyal friend to any whom she knew personally, and unlike the other Black dragons, she took to learning magic and ways to study it. Perhaps it's her affinity for magic that keeps her so young.

At any rate, she is perhaps the youngest appearing teacher at the Tower, although in reality she surpasses many in age.

Name: Ceridwen (goes by Ceri)
Race: unknown (appears human through illusion in order to not startle some.)
Age: around 19 or 20
Height:5'7"
Weight: 90 lbs. Looks like she weighs about 120 pounds, but is strangely light..
Hair: human form a dark brown color. When in her true form her hair is white and her skin very fair..
Eyes: one brown eye one blue
Description: Cerridwen looks like an average human being with a little something extra thrown in. You can look at her and look at her,feeling like something about her is off, but not be able to quite place it.. Her clothes are usually very humble, but her smile could stop a dragon mid-flight. Her true form is another story. Her long white hair extends down between her angel like wings. Her ears draw to a point and her pale skin seems to shine in the moonlight. Her true form scared people in the past and become used to putting up the illusion and drawing her wings as tight against her back as possible. The illusion is not full proof. People could still feel her wings if they were to brush against her back or bump into them while they were not flexed against her back.


History:Ceri was found by villagers in the mountains and was raised as one of their own. She was found as child about the age of four with no memory of where she came from. She learned to tweak her appearance and tried to make herself seem as normal as possible. She then set out on her own after the death of her "Parents" in search of her true origins at the age of 17. She found herself at the academy and easily passed the test without her powers of illusion.


Personality: She's friendly and nice, but tends to run off somewhere everytime something unexplainable happens. So she often comes off as a bit of a mystery sometimes. She likes talking with people and enjoys the company of others, but tends to back away from anyone who tries to get too close because of the fear that her secret would be revealed. She tends to come off as a bit naive or innocent sometimes, but can definitely hold her own in anything she truly tries at.

Name Ogric Dreamslayer of the Bloodclaw clan.
Race Orcish
Age 32
Height 6' 2"
Weight 248lb
Hair None
Eyes Black


Description Ogric is typical Orc, heavily built and thuggish of appearance. On his chest is a runic tattoo of protection. He wears a leather jerkin and loincloth and various items of tribal jewellery.

Backstory Ogric first became aware of the academy when a human mage travelled to his village and demanded to speak to the shamen. Ogric's curiousity was piqued and gave the mage an audience. The human turned out to be the teacher of shamanic studies from the tower academy and he offered to pay Ogric handsomely if he would share his knowledge of Orcish magic. Ogric agreed and accepted the mage as if he was an acolyte. For two seasons Ogric shared his hut with the human and taught him the ways of an orc shaman, at night round the fire the mage would tell stories of his life as a teacher in the tower city.

At length the mage returned to the academy, but within weeks Ogric arrived at the gates and planted his banner, challanging the mage to a shamanic duel. For a whole night the two fought, summoning creatures and demons who fought each other to the death. When the two magic users were nearing exhaustion Ogric played his trump card and using a spell he had held back from teaching the human he wrested away control of the mages demon and turned it against him. Beset by both his own summoning and Ogric's the mage was unable to defend himself and was ripped apart. Ogric then calmly walked up to the doors of the school and applied for the newly vacant post.

Well that is certainly one way to get a job!

We need atleast two more guys.. This school can't be all girls.. I mean seriously..

I think we scared them all.

caela said:

I think we scared them all.

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Aww man... Just when I wanted to take my new character for a spin.. *sighs*

lol...I know what you mean, I want to take mine out for a test drive myself.

Well, it hasn't even been 24 hours yet, ladies - maybe we should give the fellas a bit of a chance, hmm?

^.~

DreamGrrl said:

Well, it hasn't even been 24 hours yet, ladies - maybe we should give the fellas a bit of a chance, hmm?

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Awwwwww, if I have to...but we seemed to find it just fine.

Well, it MIGHT (note, this is a personal opinion) have more sucess if it utilized the 'threads that need players' thread; however, since I haven't played here in years, I'm probably not any kind of an authority on it...

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DreamGrrl said:

Well, it hasn't even been 24 hours yet, ladies - maybe we should give the fellas a bit of a chance, hmm?

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Yeah who could pass up girls as classy and spirited as we? ^^

DreamGrrl said:

Well, it MIGHT (note, this is a personal opinion) have more sucess if it utilized the 'threads that need players' thread; however, since I haven't played here in years, I'm probably not any kind of an authority on it...

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lol...There is that option but the OOC has been on the front page most of the day so I would have thought the male types would have been able to find it.

And they say we have problems with directions!

*shrug*

Finding it doesn't really mean anything - there are plenty of OOC's & Casting Calls on all the pages in which I wouldn't post (and most likely not even look at) as they don't need players and I'm not in the thread.

But everyone's a little different, I think - if it gets too desperate, I'm sure I can rustle up a male - or three.

^.~

If there's a long list of pages on the OOC I don't read through them either but we're still on the first page!

C'mon guys, we need some more testosterone flowing through our story!

The great laziness of Lotharian says I should not do this... but damn is this by far tempting

Oh, and you guys didn't have a teacher yet and that's just dissapointing isn't it?

Name: Helandil Brethor
Race: Human
Age: 46
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145lbs
Hair: Red and yet with grey streaks from age
Eyes: Blue
Title: Professor of Evocation

Description:

Drapped with black robes with intricate runes of golden threads which offered him protections from his... experiments. His hair was kept to a fine shoulder length, which suited Helandil just fine. He kept his face shaven, saying that a beard was more trouble than it's worth. His face has only just begun the wrinkle of the age of men, that most of the other races found disturbing since some would never bear such signs of decay as he. He would normally be found with his staff at hand, which was a length of darkwood with a diamond at the tip and bound along the sides with various runes of empowerment.

Backstory:

Helandil was born to a family of lesser nobles in the lands of men. He was fascinated as a boy from the tales of magic and quickly chose to press that for a career. Amongst men, only nobles had the wealth to make such an investment because few had the ability to take a generation and contribute it to such a cause that was normally unprofitable. Most humans died of age before they had mastered magics of any true might.

Helandil was hard pressed as a youth to study magics, swearing to himself that he would learn the powers despite his short-lived race. Helandil was surprisingly able for a human when it came to magic, unlike most of his people. Many rumors circulated that he had to have some draconic blood in his history, but Helandil insisted that most just didn't give humans enough credit. By the age of 24, Helandil was already a fully sworn mage and working hard at progressing through the ranks.

Helandil often found wars as the best way to practice his craft, saying that it was only during such times as those that a wizard would truly have to focus on mastering his spells. On learning how to make them work as efficiently as possible. He was eventually invited to the position of archmage within the courts of the kingdom of Alarus, a race of men, and worked hard at furthering his craft with his new found resources.

Beginning to feel the onset of age, Helandil began to hold closer to home and let his apprentices do the work of exploring tombs and fighting battles to bring wealth and knowledge to him. Helandil instead in this time took to his books, beginning to write of the wisdom he had gained during the years and of the great magics he had come to master.

It was then he was contacted by the academy with a position of teaching which shocked and amazed him. Few would ever thinking of hiring a human into such a position in such a school where so many races of the world went but the answer was incredibly simple. Humans were the most ingenious of all people. (Well, excluding Gnomes but the Humans have a lower fatality rate) And Helandil had lots of field experience in what they wanted him to teach and showed the passion they wanted.

So Helandil packed up his things, swearing that if he was truly needed he would return to aid the King, and made his way to the academy. This would be his first year of teaching at the legendary place where he himself gained his trainning.

Interesting...we have a dragon, and orc and a human as professors. The dynamics in that alone could prove interesting.

aging_empress said:

At any rate, she is perhaps the youngest appearing teacher at the Tower, although in reality she surpasses many in age.

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Actually, Loth, I'm afraid we do.

But, we will happily accept more - especially of the male persuasions...

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caela said:

Interesting...we have a dragon, and orc and a human as professors. The dynamics in that alone could prove interesting.

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Someone should double as a disgruntled, dwarf professor with an inferiority complex and a short temper..

Dwarf? Mage? Isn't that a sin against nature?

Oh and my apologies to Empress. And I refuse to associate an Orc with wizardry and even more than that, teaching!