[kolyakun]

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Kolyakun || Matthias || Male ||
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Matthias scanned his surroundings, the castle had architecture like no other in the district. High upon the hill, the castle overlooked the town. It's many pointed towers giving it the look of an eccentric crown. The ivory stone walls glistened in the summer sun, smooth and warm to the touch during the first heat of summer. The straight walls are interrupted at the corners by pronounced circular portions and the slate roof is a series of slopes and cones. It's larger than Matthias had ever imagined it could be. How many of his own homes would fit inside he wondered? Fifty, a hundred, maybe even more?

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The metronomic ticking of a grandfather clock filled the silence as Matthias sat in an old handcrafted chair, worn with age, but no less beautiful as it would have been when first made. Eyes scanning the room there were many things that they noticed. The first being that on the desk across from him was a pile of folders, names neatly printed on each one and his being on the very top, the next that caught his attention were the rows of photos that lined the walls, he was sure that he'd be able to spot his grandfather in one if given the chance... The next had its attention stolen by the opening and closing of the door behind him.


Matthias Hallewell, correct?" Standing up to greet the man who had recently joined them, Mattias nodded, too scared to speak, too nervous to say the wrong thing. He had been waiting for this day his entire life, the chance to follow in his grandfathers footsteps, on habit a hand moved up to rub the rim of the large hat that sat upon his head, the material worn and old, but just as the chair, just as beautiful as it would have been when originally crafted. His eyes carefully trailed after the headmaster's feet, looking him in the eyes would be just as nerve-wracking as speaking.


"Welcome to Ridserra, School of Wizardry and Magic..." There was a pause as if the headmaster had expected a response, having none returned he continued on. "You wouldn't happen to be Abel's grandson would you?" At the mention of his grandfather, it was as if the floodgates had opened, words tumbled out in waves and it seemed the headmaster was happily keeping himself afloat. With a soft chuckle, however, Mattias calmed down.

"I thought I recognised that hat."
"Oh! You did?! It's his! Well, you obviously knew that! But now it's mine. He gave it to me, officially, this year. Unofficially, it's always been mine. That's what he says at least." Mattias beamed, pulling the hat into his lap, it was just a tad too big for him still, but not as big as it was when he was younger.

"A brilliant man your grandfather." The older man smiled.

“Oh he is, for sure! As a child, I used to dress up and pretend I was him! I looked up to my grandfather so much. I wanted to be just like him.” Matthias exhaled and looked up at the headmaster.
“I remember my mother even making me a make-shift robe and staff so I could complete my costume,” Matthias lets out a small chuckle.
“I’d run around the house and spew nonsense about casting spells, I was quite the troublemaker and had a wild imagination - as my mother would say of course.”
The headmaster sat back in his seat and rested his head on his hand.

“Matthias,” The older man interrupts
“Yes, sir?” he answers, placing the worn hat back onto his head.
“I think you’ll fit in very well here. Welcome to Ridserra, Institute of Magic.”
Matthias’ mouth opens wide before curling into a smile. Tears gathered in his eyes and he bowed his head.
“Thank you! Thank you so much you won’t regret your decision, sir!” He shouted, adjusting himself and wiping away the tears from his now rosy cheeks.

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[black crow]

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uh uh res

[zoosea]

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[Zarouhi]

۰ ｡ ﾟ⋆✹ username;; Zarouhi ✹⋆ ﾟ｡۰
۰ ｡ ﾟ⋆✹ name;; Celeste ✹ gender; Female ✹⋆ ﾟ｡۰

۰ ｡ ﾟ⋆✹ a silvered feather ✹⋆ ﾟ｡۰

Even as a young child, something about birds fascinated Celeste.

The way they danced in the wind, carefully lifted by the breeze, and dove through the clouds captivated her.

Every autumn the black birds would flutter to and fro with the leaves, cawing anxiously to each other as they swarmed with the cold air, sending entire flocks of them spiraling. Every autumn, Celeste would bring out her journal, sit in the grass, and watch them with wide eyes.

Perhaps they were merely crows or ravens to everyone else. But to Celeste? These were her friends. Kindred spirits she spent hours, days even, observing and speaking to. She was content with this.

The birds, however, grew curious of the child they saw every season. Cautious at first, only one or two of them would swoop down and land on a branch to get a closer look. Eventually, these one or two would edge closer and closer until they were on the ground with her. More followed, and more, until the entire flock grew close to this little Kalon.

Celeste, in response, did the only thing she could think of.

She bolted in the opposite direction.

That was the first time in her life the birds actually made her uneasy, all just staring at her with emotionless, hungry eyes.

Frightened, she told the tale to her parents, who were shocked, then amused. They told her: “If the birds looked hungry, perhaps they are hungry. But they’re not hungry for you, sweet bean.”

So after that day, Celeste began to bring food for the birds. She urged them to eat the bread she brought, speaking to them as she did so. These birds changed from simple acquaintances, to genuine companions. As she got older, the birds returned to the forest every season to see her, reveling in her attention and often bringing her shiny things. Despite how busy she became as she slowly grew into an adult, she still made time to visit them, and wherever she went, they followed.

When they were hurt, she’d nurse them to health. When they were dirty, she would bathe them. When they began to lay their eggs, she crafted tiny nests to secure them safely.

Over time, it was more than just little trinkets and shiny things that the birds brought.

After losing one of her favorite hair clips one day, she was devastated. The birds noticed the lack of her apparel, and her exasperated disappointment. Suddenly, they all took off. Celeste was bewildered, as they’d never all just…up and left like that, but she worried that perhaps they grew tired of her and wouldn’t come back. Fortunately for her, this was not the case.

Instead, hours later, they returned with her clip. And her old headphones. And her favorite pen.
Shocked beyond belief, Celeste took her returned items and tucked them safely into her room. It was like a dream, birds returning lost things. Actually understanding when things made her upset. Caring enough about her, in the way she did them.

Birds do not live forever, though. As the years went by, Celeste found herself digging small graves for the birds as one by one, they passed. The others would gather around her, heads bowed in respect, as she did. Eventually, she had to bury one of her closest friends of the birds, one who always seemed to stick around a little longer, listen to her a little closer.

Distraught, Celeste withdrew inside her home for a few days to grieve.

On the third day, she heard light tapping at her window.

The birds were flying around outside, erratic and excited for reasons unknown to her.

Laying on the ground near the shallow grave was a small silvered feather. Picking it up in her paws, she felt its weight, as if it had been delicately crafted and designed out of genuine metal. Holding it close, she went inside and tucked it carefully on her window.
Some time later, she was able to get a silver chain to attach the feather to, and now wears it to this day, as a constant reminder of the animals she cares for, and the love they have for her.

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[Lumi_Turtle]

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their object & connection to it ; Atsush's object is a little pendant that he almost always wears around his neck. THis is the only thing left that he has of his parents. When he was a little Kal, he was a happy little dude that loved playing with his parents. One night tho while he was out walking, he sniffed some smoke. He ran back to his parents' house, to see the house fully in flames. He could hear his parents yelling for someone to help them, then their yells cut short. HE felt guilty about it because he kept thinking that he could've saved them. He saw the pendant on his mom after they took her body out. He took it and keeps it as a reminder of what he could've done and his regrets

[foxxbreath]

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very high key reserve!!

[synastry]

Markie with hand made flower crown or special stone

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Good Luck Guys! Dropping out!

[Yuroshi]

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[revvington]

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Etsuko had always held a heart locket close. The meaning past this is because her mother told her to keep the locket and give the key to whoever you end up marrying. She still has both the locket and key and she's going to keep the key until she can find her partner.