Marcel Itisko
Marcel Yvra (a.k.a. Marcy)
Marcel was born in the deserts to the tribe of Canar. He was the only one born in a large family with any kind of magical ability and was highly valued in his part of the tribe as a whole. By the time he was 10 years old, he was 1 of 8 kids his parents had, and overall he had a good life.
He was approached by someone when he was 10, asking if he would want to bring his wind talents to a place called Ioth Academy, but he turned it down. He didn't care for school much. In fact he didn't care for a lot of things. He was always a free spirit and loved to be lazy.
He'd come to regret his lack of passion or practice later on, when his family is suddenly attacked in an attempt to find and capture him. But Marcel was nowhere to be found, in fact he was away from the village, sliding down the dunes on the back of a carved piece of wood and playing his instrument to the sky above. When he finally came home, his home was barely there. Walls torn down completely, and a few of his siblings lay motionless. The rest he found in a back room of their home with his parents consoling them. When he walked through the door unharmed, they wrapped him in their arms and said their thank you's to the brass dragon for keeping him safe.
His surviving family urged him to take refuge in Ioth. Begging the administrators to let him come. That he was not safe anymore. He was accepted back, and left to protect his family. He didn't mean to be so useless. So naive.
"I'm happy we're all friends."
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Age
14
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Brass
Hair
Red Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
5'6
Letter: Home
hey.
i'm not really sure what to say. i'm sorry I haven't tried to contact you guys earlier. i really hope everyone is okay. i had to take a lot of time to catch up and to calm down. but i'm safe I promise. mom, i'm sure you're the one reading this, so please tell my sisters that I miss them, and give the little guy a kiss from me. gods... he won't even know who i am when i see him again. tell dad that i'm doing whatever I can to make sure my secret stays safe, i know he worries the most about it. i don't blame him for getting angry anymore, i understand now that there's more than just me at stake. more than just me I have to protect.
momma... i met someone. she's such a wonderful... beautiful soul, you would adore her. she reminds me a lot of Coraline... before the incident. that sweet nativity of a person who doesn't understand the evils of the world. i find myself holding onto her close, but not in a sisterly way... i think i really like her a lot. i can't wait until we graduate and i can come home again with her... we won't come right away though.. i need to protect her first and if this information gets out she could be in trouble. she's special like me... but in a much different way. you'll understand in time. i can't even tell you her name...
i look forward to that day momma, i really do. i miss everyone so much. its just a few more years now..
your son, marcel.
p.s. my lute playing has gotten very consistent. i'm preforming well.
Year Five
This wouldn't be the first time I heard a speech from Ioth. The old elf still awe struck me whenever I saw him. I shifted a little in my seat. It was an uncomfortable power... having so much in one room. From the new robes to the last years. Luckily I was able to sit next to Evamia, and that made me feel a little better.
Last year I finally started... feeling a little better. Eva is right after all, I need to start talking with people and trying to make the best of my new life here. She might not know it, but her positivity has been such a comforting feeling. One day... I'll tell her that.
She bounced happily next to me, talking to a few other students I didn't recognize. I leaned back, avoiding their gaze for now, but smiling at anyone who happened to see me anyways. Hopefully this year in the ring would be even better than the last few in the cove. I reached up to my ear, fiddling with one of the golden earrings.
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Classes Taken:
Spell Matrices, Arcane Theories& Proofs, Numerology, World Studies, Underworld Studies.
Friends and Feelings:
Antioch Na'Nuldamire [
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Year Five // Classes
Extra Curricular:
Traditional Music - Sleight of Hand, Performance, Musical Instruments
Maid Cafe - Performance, Persuasion, Cooking Tools
Spell Matrices.
Marcel struggled a little at first, he wasn't really sure where the source of his power truly came from. He had a few ideas, though, and it seemed well enough that those ideas would be enough to get through. An other power, whatever it was, was granted to him when he was born. The strength of the wind was on his side and he would harness it as such. Accumulating his power, he held it in his chest, circulating around his body almost like the very nervous system, except it flowed exceptionally well. When ready to cast, his powers weave out through his fingertips through various small hand flicks and signs, weaving the wind together in front of him almost like a musical conductor while keeping light on his feet in the process.
Arcane Theories and Proofs.
He's not one to focus on reading a whole lot, so having to write down his magic and understand it on paper was sorta boring to him quite honestly. He reaches out to a few different students for help with understanding the different diagrams and how to write them out. He was unfamiliar with most of this, having been more than a little expedited in order to be in the same age level as the rest of his classmates. He still isn't very confident where his powers even truly come from, so he's finding it harder to write it down and explain it. On top of the fact that he's not comfortable with everyone knowing his true self.. Not yet.
Numerology.
Marcel tries his best to pay attention but often times he's drawing music notes on the graph paper instead of numbers.
World Studies.
He finds this class pretty interesting. He want's to try and explore the world one day. Writing songs and performing. Traveling with Eva and never staying in the same place for too long, because he has to protect her too. But it all seems like such a distant dream with everything going on in the world. He often perks up when talks of the deserts come up, both in anxious and relieved ways. This class both excites and depresses him depending on the news coming in. But finds it overall enjoyable and glad to have some kind of contact with the outside besides letters.
Underworld Studies
There was only one reason he really took this class. The teacher, Nasima, is an air genasi. The first one he had ever met. He hopes to learn from her... and talk with her about his own problems. Maybe even be able to explore why he was born the way he was. He hopes so, because he has no idea what the rest of what she's talking about means.
Years Before.
the sandstorm and the spys.
The sun was erased from the sky by the sand lifted from the deserts normally quiet, rolling hills. The turbulent winds blasted into the homes of the Canar tribe, who had been caught off guard by the storm's sudden, violent appearance. It was as if it appeared out of nowhere. Later it would be categorized as one of the most powerful in recent history. It’s winds knocked over and broke wagons, stalls and even took roofs off houses. Although none would perish in this storm, one would be born in it.
Different from the rest, his family knew immediately that something had happened in this storm, and worked quickly to hide him from the world in order to protect him. But as he grew, he didn’t want to hide what he could do. A young boy with mysterious powers able to control the wind, born into a large family with no previous magic users. It was suspicious, but he was carefree and happy.
His days were spent sitting in the shade, playing his lute or riding down the dunes on the half body of a broken barrel. Once, a messenger from a magic school came by to talk to him and his parents, offering him acceptance into the school to better control his talents. Marcel refused, preferring to stay and help out with his many siblings instead. He wasn’t the oldest, but he was one of the most dependable whenever he was actually present.
It was years later he would come to regret this decision, when a group of suspicious individuals came into his home looking to kill him, but found the rest of his family instead. He walked in on a bloodied scene as he came home late from play. His parents crouched over a few of his younger and older siblings, with tears streaming down their faces. His other siblings sitting against the walls, traumatized and scared. When he walked in there was a sigh of great relief from his family. He was at least alive.
His mother explained that his siblings refused to give him up, and were cut down suddenly by the attackers. That they declared they would find him and kill him. But it seemed they were unsuccessful and they were so glad. Marcel was in shock, and after the tribe was able to give his siblings a proper burial, his parents urged him to go to the academy. It would be safe for him there. He eventually agreed, if only to protect his remaining family from being killed because of him as well.
He arrived later than intended, but was able to take extra classes to make up for it, and was able to get into his proper year for his age. Residing in the cove and taking comfort in the sands, and awe of all the water.
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Year One&Two:
Marcel's first and second year were greatly expedited. He arrived safely at the academy just as the second year was coming to a close in a few weeks. He was set up and tested for his general knowledge on various subjects, and having previously helped both his older and younger siblings with teachings, was well versed in the basics already anyways. He took classes over the next few weeks, the break and extra classes during his 3rd year in order to be caught up.
Classes Taken;
Expediation of Most Classes. Manages to pay attention most to Elemental Studies.
Year Three:
His third year was mainly spent adjusting himself to his new life. He missed his family terribly, and more or less cut himself off from everyone. Traveling through his grief and his shock as gently as he could. There would be nights of crying and solemn lute music, but most of the time he spent his days sitting on the beach of the cove and looking out at the water as it lapped gently against the shore. He first met Evamira here, although he was very closed off from her the whole year, he would absentmindedly watch her swim in the mornings before class, as he was often there before sunrise and in classes for the rest of the day. Sleeping through the rest of his thoughts until it was early morning again.
Classes Taken;
Spell Theory. Taxonomy of Magic. Discipline. Logic&Rhetoric. Supernatural Philosophy.
Year Four:
Marcel began to step slowly out of his shell this year. But seemingly only with Evamira. Her constant presence finally had him speak up, and when he did Eva responded in kind. It was a nice surprise for him to befriend someone that was willing to talk with him about nothing. He was still very secretive about his past. Avoiding everything but surface layer conversation. He had a lot more to hide than just the death he caused, and he wasn’t ready yet. School itself went fine now that he was back on track with everyone else, and he felt confident in what he was learning would help him in the future.
Classes Taken;
Traditions of Magic. Arcane Self Defense. Spell Formulae. Metaphysical Education. Advanced Elemental Studies.
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