The Mystics OOC

Name: Xalec
Age: 17
Appearance: Xalec is 6 feet tall, even, but at 136 lbs, while still quite strong, is quite slim in build. He has a Philosipher's Stone (FMA) stuck in his right hand, and his auto-mail left is auto-mail. He has dirty blond hair, kept short, and grey eyes. He wears the military uniform of the Mystics, black pants with a dark navy blue tunic with red trim.
Personality: As he is still young, Xalec is somewhat rash in decisions, though he is more mature than most men his age, he is still a teen, and therefore still acts as one.
Bio: Xalec became the general due mainly to the fact that he was the oldest possible candidate, but is still deserving in this role, as he is a stern but fair miltary commander, and a genius in military strategy. He can occasionally be rash in a decision, or slow on the uptake of a concept, however.
Power: Alchemy-When he was 5, Xalec was caught in a miltary experiment; the transmutation of a Philosipher's Stone, and luckily survived, but lost a hand, and would have lost more if the Stone hadn't entered his surviving hand, making him immune to it's destructive force. All of his family died, leaving him alone in the world, and the Mystics took him in, and he started his training at 7, when he showed natural talent with Alchemy, more than the power of the Stone. This allowed him to become a General in what would have otherwise been the 2nd year of his training.
Position: If you haven't figured it out yet, General

(Ummm, it's Xalec, not Zalec. They're pronounced basically the same, but I kinda like my characters having names that start with, or at least include, an X. Sorry to be a nuisance.)

 

Name: Cornelia Lancaster
Gender: Female
Age: 20

Appearance: Cutting a rather thin figure, Cornelia is also at least decently tall standing at about 5 feet 6 inches and weighing around 120 pounds or so. Her skin is pale making things like blushes extremely noticeable when they so deign to grace her cheeks and her skin is also rather sensitive to the sunlight making her favor the night over any other time of day. This pale skin is juxtaposed by long, jet black hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders, kept lustrous and clean by herself. Her eyes are crimson in color--rather unique to be sure. Some say it's closer to the color of blood. Staring into them for too long makes one feel unsettled somewhat. The young woman's favored garments are dresses, always black in hue. Dark clothes accentuate her eyes, or so she believes. She is never seen without a mysterious tome in her hand, one with strange golden symbols upon the front with black binding and worn pages. Nobody knows its contents but her.

Personality: Despite her rather dreary, yet elegant appearance, Cornelia is an extremely lighthearted individual with a wonderful outlook. She can be rather sociable, but doesn't mind nor fear isolation. Even when she works on illusions, she doesn't display seriousness and prefers to stay snarky and witty. If a situation gets tough, it does dampen her mood, but she tries her best to stay positive regardless of the circumstances. Those close to her are treated the best, but those who oppose her aren't necessarily treated badly. She speaks nice to them, but her illusions do the true talking. She'll get along with anyone who doesn't irk her or forcibly try to oppose her. She has quite the sweet tooth with her motto being: "There is no food or drink in this world that is too sweet. Hmph." She tends to detest heavy meals and likes to eat light snacks throughout the day. She loves to read in her free time and study along with practicing her art. Sometimes, she'll ask someone to be a guinea pig for new illusions she constructs. Her approach may seem rather blunt and uncaring sometimes in a whimsical way, but she really means the best for everyone.

Bio: A curious little creature from a young age, Cornelia learned to read as soon as she could and instantly began expanding her knowledge. She had always been so whimsical and creative...no one was surprised when she began to exhibit the power of weaving illusions. It was a natural power of hers, but was greatly out of control. Upon realizing she possessed the ability, she set about to instantly hone it. However, it turned out she would not need to teach herself. They came to collect her from her hometown at a young age, telling her that she would be able to study in order to become what they called a Mystic. At that age, she didn't quite understand, but it all became clear to her later on. Taking pleasure in reading, writing, and keeping things organized, she became the secretary for the Mystic Council.

Power: Cornelia has the ability to cast illusions, and when those she casts them upon suffer, she gains power from it. She has a variety of illusions ranging from making people see their greatest fears to warping their perception of time, and even to spreading a seed of panic in her foes making them even more susceptible to her illusions. The more a person suffers from her illusions, the more she feeds off of them which energizes her and heals her physical injuries. Her signature illusions are those involving ice and manipulations of it. She makes them see the icy attacks and their minds generate the pain even though there's nothing there. The tougher the illusion she must generate, the more concentration she requires.

Position: Secretary

Quotes:

"You...are supposed to be waltzing in delusion right now, mister."

"Shall we pray some of the knowledge enters your head from my tome?"

"I tend to do things rather slowly. Pick up the slack for me, okay?"

"Whenever he snaps out of that one, he's in for a big surprise."

 

Ohhohoho! Color me interested on this one. Expect a submission form within the next few days from me; just need to handle a couple of other things over the week first.

 

Name: Austere Harrison Clements
Age: 76

Appearance: Austere carries a naturally tall, heavy build, weighing in at about 230 pounds and standing at about 6'4, with a white complexion. He has few wrinkles for his age, but those that he does visibly have collect around his radiant sea-blue eyes and across his long, bearded face, with a few on his hands and feet. He wears simple wooden sandals and a selection of long robes which result in a regal, light gold-and-white collective. The top of his head is bald to a shine, and he still carries his natural dark reddish hair color. He has been known to carry a gold-tipped walrus-head cane when he's not flying around on his boulder friend, Rock, but uses it mainly as a show of elegance and taste than anything else. That, and he sure likes his walruses.

Personality: Eccentric, but with a lion's share of a wonderful heart is a great way to describe Austere. A lot of the times, he may seem "out there" with his explanations, in that he tends to carry over-descriptive fantasies of his creation on into everyday speech, but what he gets across, he, in fact, gets across pretty well. When it comes down to it, he can be very professional in his disposition when need be, and is very intelligent, but tends to prefer his fun-loving side. He loves history, intelligent comedy, off-kilter conversations, rocks, walruses, tea, coconuts, Moai, and other worldly things- and other-worldly things, at that.

Bio: Austere grew up as a friend to the Sinclair family, befriending Victoria's grandfather, and acting as a mentor in many ways for her dad, who later passed on some of those teachings (mixed with his own unique lessons based off of his experiences, of course) to his daughter. After an international journey he set off on to "find himself" after an incident of his own, involving the passing of his wife to natural causes, which he doesn't let many on to in recent years since he'd much rather forget it, he unfortunately hasn't grown as close to Victoria as he should have in past years. With his role as Vice President, given to him because of his recognized good-image with the council and well-known past with the Sinclairs through Victoria's father and grandfather, Austere aims to rectify this by getting closer to her now, gaining her trust and bringing up a few stories of experiences he and her father once shared. His most prized possession is a large boulder, affectionately called "Rock", which has been animated through his magic and lives in his personal room with him, who speaks with him on occasion about many a wonderful thing. Rock was originally made to act as a friend to his children when they were young, but got closer to Austere as they got older and moved away.

The Mystics came to him when he was a young boy, many decades ago, after he had become lost in the woods during a car crash which had resulted in the serious debilitation of both of his parents, recognizing a great power within him and guiding him to join the Mystic Council. Through the years, his recognizably fresh image allowed him to grow within the ranks quickly, and he is now the Vice President of the Council because of, mainly, just that.

Power: He has the power to animate various objects, like Rock, the boulder in his own room, to keep him company or offer their opinion on matters. It has been noted by him that, many-a-time, inanimate objects given animation maintain very intelligent minds indeed. He can also use his power to lift objects and push them around in mid-air, using the power of air manipulation.

Position: Vice President

 

Name: Carcillo Roche
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Appearance: Carcillo is an average-heighted young man with rather rigid figures. He keeps a very straight posture and has brown eyes that seem to emanate some sort of deathly calm. He has a very thin layer of brown hair which he keeps almost entirely shaven to his scalp, though he is deeply tanned as well, so this semi-baldness is rather flattering on him. He is muscular and toned. Lean without being overly and excessively bulky, but he is a mildly intimidating fellow. He has a small 'soul patch' underneath his lip, but other than that, his facial hair is entirely nonexistent, due to Carcillo preferring to shave it off than keep it.

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Power: Carcillo has the uncanny ability to turn people and other objects to stone at will. He uses this mainly as a security measure to ensure that nobody attempts to steal the valuables or the information that the government of the Mystics possess. He is very reluctant to use this power and tries to keep himself composed so as not to use it, going so far as to wear a bandana over his eyes at times in order to develop his own senses to keep composed and be able to learn of other methods to track movement in his immediate surroundings.

Position: Treasurer

 

Though I suck at the job irl, mind if I take the Treasurer role?

 

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Position: Treasurer

 

Someone really should just join so we can get this started. My JonnoPatience levels are hitting new highs.

 

My lord. Yes! And my vacation has just ended up with our resident turbotaxer (which was excellent, by the way; expect a real talk post on it later!) - so sorry if I didn't make it promptly. Here now, though. Let's make fireworks. B)

 

Whoo! Time to start.

EDIT: Whoa, nice first post Masq, lol

 

This is going to be awesome! I really enjoyed writing up that post and reading Rose and Masq's brilliant entrances, as well as Rose's premise to set the scene. I really hope that we're in this for the long run; it should be excellent. That being said, now we're just waiting on Cid and Daen.