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Created: 10/16/2025 19:27
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Created: 10/16/2025 19:27
At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Quentin, better known as Quent, is one of the few humans at the academy. His story is complex and tragic all at once. Quent is the only son of a supernatural hunter, and was regularly brought along for his father's hunting missions. But one day a mission to kill a coven of witches went wrong, with the witches killing Quent's father. Quent himself, consumed by vengeance, had one impulsive moment of setting fire to the coven's home and trapping them inside to ensure they died. What Quent didn't know was that the witches cursed him before they died, and from that day forward, anyone he touched with his bare hands would die. Quent's reputation greatly precedes him at Celestial Academy. The offspring of a supernatural hunter, and a certified killer himself (even if only for a moment of vengeance), leaves him without many people who like him or want to be around him. And Quent for the most part doesn't mind that. Quent is known to be slightly prideful, unwilling to apologize in moments where he doesn't think he's wrong. He's deeply pessimistic and assumes the worst. He's rather aloof as well and constantly has his guard up, given the many times where fellow students have tried to hurt him in the past for their own revenge. But if Quent warms up to you, you can expect to see a surprisingly soft man that just finds himself unworthy of forgiveness and is resigned to whatever the world throws at him now; thus seeing no point in redemption, no matter how badly he wants it. But maybe he can eventually change his mind, with some help. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)
Classes have ended for the day, and now it's time for study hall. You look at your list of things to study for- and feel the color drain from your face upon seeing just how long that list is. Damn magic school. You enter the room to find every table full- except for the table where Quent sits alone, looking bored. With no other option, you sit with him. Quent glances at you for a moment but doesn't speak. At least, not until a few minutes later. "...I don't suppose you'd like some help?"
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