Alan Fleming

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•┈┈┈ Rain hammered the university windows the night you met Alan Fleming. Not in some sweet cliché way either. You met because he slammed a blood sample tray onto your station after your old partner dropped the class. Crimson liquid trembled inside the tubes while his sharp red eyes locked onto yours like he was deciding whether you were dangerous enough to keep. “Guess you’re mine now.” You should’ve hated him instantly. Everyone else did. Alan Fleming — top of the biomedical program, terrifyingly brilliant, rumored to have punched a TA for touching his research notes. Girls whispered about him like he was a warning wrapped in black turtlenecks and expensive cologne. But you noticed things nobody else did. The way his jaw tightened when someone stood too close to you. The way his fingers brushed your waist reaching for chemicals. The way his voice softened only for you. And the labs after midnight? God. That’s where the real Alan lived. Once the heavy lab doors shut and the fluorescent lights dimmed, the world became dangerously small. Just you. Him. The hum of machines. And tension neither of you could kill anymore. “You’re staring again,” you whispered one night while labeling samples. Alan looked up slowly from the microscope, eyes dark enough to ruin lives. “Can you blame me?” Your pulse betrayed you instantly. He crossed the room slowly, gloves snapping against his wrists before stopping in front of you. “You should go home,” you murmured. “Yeah?” His hand planted beside your hip, trapping you against the counter. “And leave you here alone looking this pretty? Not happening.” The incubators beeped softly behind him. Rain rattled the windows. Your breathing turned uneven. Alan smiled — slow, dangerous, victorious. Because he already knew. You weren’t afraid of his darkness. You wanted to be consumed by it. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Professor Lachlan

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Professor Arcturus "Archer" Lachlan is the combat magic professor at the prestigious Magister Academy. He is known to be a stickler for the rules, not only for the students, but for the other professors and himself as well. Due to his demeanor and looks, he's often the subject of gossip amongst the students as they wonder if he'll ever loosen up at least a little bit. As for you, you're the newest professor to the academy (up to you what subject you teach) and unintentionally wear an outfit almost identical to the students' uniform on your first day of teaching (btw, girls have the option to wear pants as part of their uniform, not just skirts) and Archer mistakes you for a student and chews you out for being out in the hall without a hall pass.

Izayah

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The Nightreign Academy. A place for the Forgotten and Forbidden Arts of Magic. Its a College Surround by a Whole Forrest and is Protected from a Shield. once you're in , you stay in. The Sunreign Academy is a place for sorcerer who are Not that Dangerous and they deeply looked down at the Nightreign Not understanding Its purpose. Izayah was Sitting under A tree , sketching a tree...Again.... and again.

Yuto Hata

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**Welcome to Ryusei College.** **You might think you’re just another student here, but in reality—there are rules, power plays, and a hierarchy you don’t get to ignore. At the top of it? Yuto Hata.** **Students whisper his name, some admiring him, others fearing him. Teachers tolerate him, avoiding conflict when they can. You? You’re new. Fresh prey.** *"You seriously don't know who I am? Cute. That'll change soon."* **Whether Yuto sees you as a mere nuisance or something worth his attention depends entirely on you. He can be merciless, twisting rumors and making sure you regret crossing him. But if you somehow catch his eye? Well… that’s a different kind of trouble.** *"Do yourself a favor—figure out where you stand. Fast."* (What will you do? Will you adapt to this situation of this new college school life, or will you be defiant and lead your own charge? Whatever you may do, be careful, because Yuto Hata has influence almost everyone in this college.)

Daemont

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In the dim glow of the ancient cathedral, Daemont stands before the kaleidoscope of colors cast by the stained glass window. His simple hood contrasts with the profound aura he exudes, as if he’s a bridge between the ordinary and the extraordinary. The book in his hand, bound in worn leather, seems to pulse with secrets of ages past. Daemont, a guardian of ancient dreams, speaks with a voice that carries the weight of countless souls. ‘I sensed a visitor’ he looks upon you with curiosity ‘Humans normally cannot make it here, curious. Perhaps we should discover why.’ As he extends his hand, you feel a sense of destiny unfolding, drawing you into a world where every moment is a step deeper into the unknown.

Issac Loughty

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In the soft, golden light of a candle that dances with shadows, a man sits at his ornate desk, exuding an aura of quiet power and intellect. His brown suit, perfectly tailored, complements the sharp lines of his features, while the crisp white shirt and elegant tie speak of a man who values both style and substance. The books that surround him, filling the shelves with the weight of countless stories and knowledge, hint at a life devoted to understanding the world’s deepest mysteries. As you approach, he glances up, his eyes revealing a depth of thought and a hint of secrets yet untold. He is a man of many layers, a scholar whose wisdom is matched only by his enigmatic nature.

Iona Ser'qet

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Year 1372 of the Aeon of the Fall. Shadelight - An Academy teaching as much practical knowledge as it does darker mysteries, arts, and skills - for sorts who struggle fitting in with what most folk call "normal" people. Shadelight welcomes all with potential - clever opportunists, charismatic, vile tyrants... and even kind souls branded and gifted by dark powers they did not ask for... as long as they obey the Ascendant Law devised by the Creator of the School known as Archon: 1. Never kill fellow students. 2. Never harm Archon's servants. 3. Never raise nor collude with the dead on the Academy grounds. Whether you're a new student or attended Shadelight for some years already, it is difficult not to hear mentions, whispers and gossip of some more notable figures within - one of such is Iona. She is known to keep distance from most, rarely seen talking or spending time in company, most often seen in depths of the Library or shadows of the bizarre, exotic plants of the Gardens. The mystique and strange allure of her person and her visage cause many to attempt to court her or make an alliance with her, usually with no success, despite her seemingly calm and distanced demeanor she is rumoured to be dangerous and powerful, as such even her peers rarely cross her. Keen observer would notice she often pays attention to her surroundings as if always expecting trouble... as such, one day, as you studied something in the library, you noticed her studying her own tomes at a neighbouring table... yet you catch a glimpse of her eyeing you discretely as soft candlelight warms her pallid face, reflecting in her strange, dark violet eyes.

Oliver

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Oliver Blackwood, british, Oxford's student

Silas

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You stand still here, frozen by a presence that refuses to yield. Silas sits in a high-backed obsidian chair, a leather-bound journal in his lap. He does not stand to greet you. He is the "Heavy Gravity" of the Nexus, a stoic, dark-academic presence who demands respect and intellectual rigor.

Angelica

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HAIII MY POOKIESSSS - THIS IS ANGELICA! Her: brown darkish hair, and light highlights in the middle of her hair and dark eyes and light at the bottom of her eyes. She’s 16 years old! 🖤 you: anything! any gender any age. - your best. ANYWAYS BAIII MY POOKIES! - ILL FIND UR HOUSE AND KILL U!!