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[NaCl]

Username: NaCl
Name: Jonas
Gender: Male
Brief Personality + History: [Set in my Fantasy Au] Jonas can only be described as a quiet and gentle giant, he is kind and caring despite his terrible reputation with the rest of the kingdom he lives in. Jonas has isolated himself on the outskirts of his kingdom trying to stay away from all of the other townsfolk and tending to his farm, where all of his food and resources come from, he sells off a lot of his resources he does not need to the very few people that actually trust him. This following passage is the most memorable encounters he has ever had in his lifetime:
"Hello Maeve, it's nice to see you again" Jonas spoke as he put together the resources she usually asked for, some apples and tulips. "Hello Jonas, it's lovely to see you again as well. I can stay longer to chat today since my family isn't expecting me back until sunset." One of Jonas' usual customers, Maeve, spoke with a smile. "That's great to hear, it does get lonely here on the outskirts." he said with a laugh and a small smile, he really did like Maeve, more than he would like to say. "Hey Jonas, what if I told you I'm a noble" Maeve said out of the blue, taking Jonas by surprise and he took a few steps back and the clack of his hooves hitting the stones on the path leading to the door of his cottage. "Maeve is that true?" he asked, and she nodded. "Lominiea, or Lumi, that's my actual name. And yes, I am. I could try and use my influence to get people to give you a second chance since it's silly they want you gone when there was nowhere to go..."

The conversation went on for a while, though Jonas denied Maeve, or Lominiea, offer to give him a second chance as he doesn't want to be let down again.
Are they in control of their powers and how do they use them? What are their feelings toward their abilities?: Jonas doesn't have total control over his powers and he despises them since the reason why he is shunned by the kingdom he's called his home all his life. While Jonas is alone he practices his powers in hopes of improving his control over them since from a young age he was told to hide them away, not wanting anyone to know about them as his parents feared he would be shunned our worse executed but thankfully for Jonas he was only outcasted to the edge of the kingdom. Jonas is slowly getting a grip on his powers and will hopefully master them to the point where he will no longer fear them.

[jianwai]

❝As he gazes at the beacon in the distance, he makes a decision.❞

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Not much is know about Wander, he is a man of unknown age and original, even his birth date is a forgotten piece of lore; his being is a mystery, like inked words on a yellowed parchment washed away by times heavy rains.

One day he arrived announced as the personal adviser to the royal family. Since his arrival he has left many in awe, questioning and doubting themselves on who the mysterious kalon was, standing so tall behind the members of the royal family; how could none of them ever remember seeing him within the castle walls before, or the city, or even the forest beyond them all?

What is known as fact, reinforced by action and not by sight, he is a worker for the royal family, a private adviser turned to in times of disrespect disarray. Missing royal children and priests who take a liking to curses and slander face a judgement first from the adviser and then the royalty that stands above all on pillars of salted scorched sand; truly, it is unknown what field Wander is said to advice them, but the unknown does not stop speculations. Others believe, through a game of kingdom whispers and scrawled notes, that he is the guardian of some secret or another, ever winter Wander is said to disappear and the blue lights of the kingdoms beacon, nestled safe in the center of the castle, are said to glow a thousand hues brighter when he is gone.

Some believe that Wander isn’t an adviser, rather, a personal guard not to the royal bloodline but the lands the royals have claimed for their own; standing bloody and wheezing against the family he’s allegedly sworn to protect, warning them of an unknown, impending danger lurking deep within the woodland.

Nonetheless, whether these rumors are true or not, anyone can tell that that Wander takes his duty very seriously.

When fulfilling his duties he seldom speaks, standing to the side of the men and women he serves, rested on his face a somber expression on par in dullness with the stone statues of Gods and Goddesses that litter the kingdom; none of these statues infect the forest which surround the kingdom, a kingdom situated at the base of a mountain range whose peaks go beyond and are rumored to breach the stars themselves. Wander stands seemingly lost in his thoughts, yet his attention never wavers.

Wander is never seen without the flower nestled behind his ear or silver bells meant for decorative clothing rather than their purpose dangling from his antlers; why either of these are needed in his position is entirely unknown, but it is speculated he wear such objects to appear far more ornate when standing besides royal blood. He is quite beautiful with an elegant face, and while he doesn’t highlight his beauty, he does nothing to hide it either.

Those who knew of Wander before he took to his destiny, a loose fitted word to describe the sacred nature of the duty he upholds, would agree that he had always been a very serious, yet cordial individual; he was seldom to make promises that he did not intend to keep, and keep them did he.

On the rare occasions, when winter's eve has not approached and will not for several steady seasons, Wander can be viewed taking to himself near the edge of the kingdom, often looking to the bright beacon that keeps the denizens out of darkness. Such denizens who tend to wander may hear Wander humming to himself, and even sing to himself; Wander notes that he was never taught how to sing, and does not remember where he picked the peculiar and particular tune he hums. Many believe the tune originates from a village girl born nearly 200 years prior to Wanders birth, the young girl was known to frequent the vast wilderness around the kingdom, although the royal blood had yet to claim the land as their home during her time alive, she was said to have disappeared into the wilderness one cold night, humming her song until the harsh winds of winter erased her tune.

While Wander may seem to be a cold and distant man during his times in the castle, he is never unkind to any, and has appeared to be greatly concerned for the welfare of common folk. He has quite the tendency to help those with personal problems, giving them advice or solving the situation himself; to them, he isn’t just another of the high and mighty with claims to land by the way of war and precious metals, but rather a considerate man serving a purpose, just as they do, whether their purpose is to feed their family as winter approaches or clean the grim from castle walls.

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To be a member of the royal court is to be a prestigious man, meant to be mature and elegant, should be one who has mastered the powers blessed or, if views were darker and laden thickly with an advancing melancholy, cursed; Wander is one who has mastered the magic flow of levitation and ice. Mastered, yes, not a novice or lesser--- the royal family knows him as the Master of Winters, the Solstice, and the Frost.

He is said to have, and many believe that he has, studied the art of controlling winters magic flow and summoning the seasonal cold, by the way of a wealthy academy home to mages and summoners not unlike him; many speculate that Wander is a descendant of one of the very wealthy elite among the population. It would make sense, but while Wander shows an exceptional grasp and understanding of magic usage and flow, capable of using such skills both in the complex order of the waking world and the mundane art of combat, he has never attended schooling, whether for magic and summoning or reading and writing ( --- He can read, yes, spells and incantations, simple words, but anything greater is lost upon a mind molded specifically for the winters frost. )

In terms of his beneficial attributes to the kingdom, for the royal family, Wander and his abilities are known as one of the most powerful additions to every be summoned; his abilities, only known to the King and Kings most inner court, are highly revered. Wanders ability to control his powers are greatly respected, many being impressed that such power can be controlled as easily as Wander presents it to be ( -- although it is not an easy feat. Wander becomes tired after many days of exerting himself. For example, when summer threatened to burn the gardens of the castle and the farms of the commoners, a large dome of ice encased the entire kingdom, and as the days of summer passed the dome would melt, watering the flora and fauna of the lands, while protecting everyone from the overbearing heat of a dangerous summer; Wander became exhausted after a meager two weeks, and once his goal had been accomplished, it was rumored Wander ate for three days straight, only to then fall into a slumber rumored to have lasted for a month. )

Many would believe that Wander is a powerful ancient spirit or some God turned mortal as punishment for crimes committed on holy ground. The kingdoms court have speculated that Wander was once the commander of a powerful and ancient army from the Abode of Mist, leading thousands with his abilities to cause massive reconstruction of war ravaged and drought plagued words; such assumptions are entirely wrong, though Wander often finds them amusing. Such stories about the mystery which surrounds him often reaches the ears of the young, and Wander has no qualms about humoring the children of the kingdom ( --- on occasion, when the children want to play with snow in the middle of summer, barrels of winter powders have appeared outside of their homes. )

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“You’re risking a lot on me.”

Soft words coming from a softer man, whose skin is branded with the eons of existence, a dappled constellation to mark the many years he has spent serving, and the many more he has spent learning; he bows to no king, no queen, no royalty should lay hand on the inner most of his loyalty.

“It is our sacrifice to bring you here. We know of your skills, your importance … and frankly we see ourselves face a greater risk of losing our birthrights without your presence in our kingdom.”

They are a desperate breed, a wanting breed, those who would believe what was given to them was deserved, as if kindness could not be abused.

He is a wanderer, not a follower; could understand the desperation they dug themselves into, with unfair cruelty rolling off their tongues. Wander believes them to be foolish, creatures of lacking sight, royalty blinded by blood. He would think to laugh at them, but winters cold was a ghostly hand along the spine, one which would cup his cheek and ever gently kiss him sweet. Often did he relay on such an instinct, primar and entirely himself, though many wouldn’t understand the way magic was; an odd concept, certainly, but Wander loved and trusted such mystical insights.

“-- And if I were to come with you … you understand I do not chase winter’s hate away.”

He’ll see himself not the breed of mystical to rebel from those feelings, to believe the cold chill of winter's breath was an example of power gone too far, and not something as primal and raw as a twisted gut or a pained heart. Soft blue eyes travel elsewhere, to the lands of the kingdom, much to the annoyance of the claimed royalty standing before him who would have his eyes plastered to their ostentatious presentation and sharp-tongued remarks.

“We do not require the details of what you do,” though the royalty shift, unnerved, frightened at the thought of sacrifice in exchange for their safety, “.... As long as you do.”

In the distance he could see the breach of a beacon through the clouds, a bright light that turned the trees that were coated in slick sheen of ice, even from a fair distance away, into dazzling crystals; the sight was beautiful, a magnificent piece of art played by the hands of nature herself. Wander seemed more focused on such, the cold tingle makes it way along his arms, a cold that reached deep to the bone; nearly painful, but he had grown used to such touches, shifting ever slight under his woolen cloak.

“Then I will.”

There are no words for the pride that forms in his chest, that which felt like a heavy and solid ice ball; he stands taller, towering above that which claimed themselves royalty, but would never be such in his eyes. He bustles with it, as if he were an ever expanding force of pure energy, moments of away from dissolving underneath his own prideful weight-- he would not mind it, thought that he would turn into magnificent snowflakes, dazzle the world in a shimmering sparkle as the beacon before him did. Perhaps there were words, a thousand metaphoric ways to describe the sense of duty that flooded his veins and became his ichor, the heart would run on duty alone, he thought.

“Come then … we have a carriage for you. Be mindful of your feet, the carriage is new. Of course, once you arrive, you will be cleaned and changed, then shown to your room.”

No moment was filled with a greater love for his powers than this, looking to that which would become his. He could not even fathom taking insult, soft blue hues still locked on the path before him. He rises quickly, hands close to his chest, eyes flutter closed a breath moment to send a whispered prayer to the cold winds of winter; may she take him each year, but spare the denizens of the kingdom her wraith, and thank her for the powers she had bestowed to him at birth.

“Mmm -- of course, your Majesty."

❝If he could become as tall and beautiful, perhaps he too could illuminate the dark.❞

[souldier]

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣 // 𝔼𝕚𝕣𝕒 // 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 // 𝟞𝟝𝟘𝟜 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕

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Username: emma dragon998800
Name: Ella
Gender: Female
Brief Personality + History: Ella is shy and likes to be alone. She has trouble with large crowds, they make her feel uncomfortable so she avoids everyone.
Are they in control of their powers and how do they use them? What are their feelings toward their abilities?: She is sort of afraid of her power but she loves using it to create snow during snow-less winters.

[Wolfypoof]

Username: Makoto Naegi Name: Eirlys means snowdrop Gender: Female

Brief Personality + History:

Eirlys is a sweet and kind kalon born to small loving family. Her family lived in a far off snowy village where everyone knew everyone. Eirlys attended the local school there and she had a lot of friends as she is very friendly. As a small child, her life was peaceful and full of joy. Every year her village held a celebration every spring to welcome the warmer weather. It wasn't actually that much warmer as usual (it snowed all year) but a big celebration was always held.

Eirlys, like many of the children, was given some sort of odd job to do. She was to go into the forest and find fallen acorns that would later be used for decoration. As she was collecting acorns, she was being watched by a spiritual being. The spiritual being approached her and introduced herself as the Witch of the Mountains. Eirlys laughed thinking it was a joke. The Witch was slightly annoyed but let her temper cool. She was to protect these people, after all. Eirlys continued collecting acorns with the Witch. After a long time the Witch spoke.

"Well then, you seem to care about your village a lot. How about I help you out?" Curious, Eirlys nodded and said that all help is welcome. The Witch gave her a charm, spoke some words and then tapped her on the head. Small snowflakes came from her hands but before Eirlys could ask what it was, she vanished. All that was left was the Witch's ominous voice.
"That should help. Well, of course you will have to learn how to use it. Others may call it a curse but even curses have some good to them..." Eirlys shrugged and went back to the village.

That evening the celebration was a success. There was food and drink galore and decorations decorated every house and street. Eirlys was with her friends and they ate and played games together. Two of her friends got into an argument about what they would play next. She told them to calm down but they wouldn't listen and continued to argue. She started to get angry and then shouted at them to listen to her. She meant no harm from it but as she shouted, ice begun to form around her and two small icicles went towards her friends. They ran and screamed that she was witch. Later when she was asked about it, she said she had no idea what happened either.

The days passed and more and more ice begun to form around her. She had no idea what it was and unable to control it she hurt a few people in the process. She lost her friends and she was even banned from entering certain places. Scared of what she was becoming, her family locked her inside and told her she wasn't allowed to leave her room. Eirly's room became her icy paradise and she used this opportunity to understand what was happening to her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand it and it all seemed to happen randomly to her. Once she brushed her hair and suddenly ice appeared and made her hooves cold and frozen. From then on, ice grew on her in various places. Her room was quiet and cool but she felt lonely as the only other person she saw was her mother giving her food. One day, the village elder visited her house and came to ask her questions. Most of them were about how the magic worked and what happened since she was locked away. But there was one question that stood out.

"Do you have any idea where this... This power came from?"
"I did meet someone in the forest who called herself the Witch of the Mountains..." she replied. The elder thanked her for her time and left. Eventually the elder came up with the solution to make her leave the town so both her and the whole village is safe. Her family agreed and she was sent off to a far away town. The town was quite small but filled with people. The town was also surrounded by many forest and Eirlys were to live in one. Her new home was a small hut far away from anyone. She was told to be careful and to avoid interacting with anyone if possible. And then she was alone again. She got lonely and bored but passed the time by walked in the forest. She had take long breaks between walks or the whole forest would become frozen. She did go into the town occasionally but her trips were always quick.

That, however, didn't stop people from noticing her... As people tried to talk to her, her powers got even more out of control. She accidentally hurt an innocent person with them and she ran and hid. She vowed to never leave her house again. But then she was approached by a secret organisation who took her in...

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At first, Eirlys couldn't control her powers at all. It happened at random times and there didn't seem to be any connection with it. Sometimes they would activate when talking to people which made them scared of her. Sometimes she would be minding her own business and it would activate. A couple of times she even woke up to her room covered in frost. She did everything she could to find a solution but doing it alone was harder than it looks.

Nowadays, Eirlys has more of a control over it but not completely. The organisation that approached her and took her in is an organisation who keeps the town safe. They monitor the town daily and anyone who is deemed unfit for society, they are taken in to be monitored more closely. Eirlys opposed the idea and said that she was fine the way she is. But when they said they would help her control her powers she couldn't resist. With help from the organisation, she is slowly understanding her powers and how to control them. Everyday she does simple exercises which help her control them. When they do activate she is no longer scared. She can't hurt anyone here as they are all kept safe.

Every day she is improving and is also becoming more confident with herself. At the organisation she has made new friends and she's the happiest she's ever been in her life. She is also allowed to exit the organisation as long she doesn't cause trouble and comes back at the end of the day. She hasn't visited the town since but she feels at ease in the forest. The forest is like a second home to her.

Eirlys feelings towards her powers are complicated. She realises that it was a curse put on her but doesn't know their purpose. She uses her powers mostly for decorating things and making fun things like an ice rink for her friends. She has spent countless nights researching but nothing is ever like her situation. For now, the true purpose and meaning behind her powers is a mystery. This, she doesn't mind because it gives her a reason to get up in the morning and explore.

Her powers are a blessing and a curse. There is always something different about them when she wakes up. Sometimes it behaves and stays quiet until she wants to use it. Other times it refuses to be controlled and goes wild, often causing mayhem. The latter is more common which annoys her greatly. Although, she brushes everything off with a smile deep down she wish she didn't have them. Her life would be so much different and honestly she would have been happier than she is now. However, she tries to remain positive even if what she says is not always how she feels. One day though she truly hopes to have them completely under control and use them the way she wants to.

She dreams of visiting back home and reuniting with family and friends. She also wants to find the Witch of the Mountains again. There's so many questions Eirlys wants to ask her. But for now, she remains in the organisation forever searching for answers and hoping to be free.