Institute's Registration -Character's Creation-

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Clo Claudette
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ᴀɢᴇ: 16

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Tempus
ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: 1

ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
For the duration of one post, Clo can manipulate the "timeline" of an inanimate object. The object in question must be within five feet of her outstretched hand and she must be pointing at it with any one of her digits. Be it the index or middle, as long as any of her ten available fingers are aimed at the object and it is within five feet of that hand, the item falls under her influence.

Manipulation of the timeline involves pushing the object forward or backward in it's isolated history (and future). For example; If someone were to throw a lemon aimed at her head, once within range, Clo can point at said lemon and push it forward along it's timeline until it decomposes into dust. Alternatively, a shattered sword can be mended by pushing it backwards on it's timeline reverting it to the form it held before it was damaged.

One object per ability activation.
The object cannot weight more than 100lbs.
The object cannot be larger than herself.
The object cannot be living and sentient ie. plants are fair game.
The object cannot be of great importance to another.*
The object can be a other magic.

ᴄᴏᴏʟᴅᴏᴡɴ: 2 Posts

weapon:
As per rank one guidelines, Clo carries on her person a dagger. This dagger is securely stored in one of two available sheaths, both of which are attached via clip to either side of a leather shoulder harness. It is easily concealable and easily accessible and is usually attached to her chest at any given time during the day.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
A little brash. A little headstrong. Clo is free spirited by nature, not one to follow the rules or the norms when it can be helped. She often times carves her own path and though one might say such a life has the potential for danger, she understands it more as an opportunity to discover something new... and Clo does loves new things. New faces. New ideas. New roads. New and interesting magic. It's one of the few reasons she decided (consented) to enroll at the Institute. What's more brand new than knowledge learned?

Because of her upbringing, Clo takes a real interest in the well being of her friends and family. Despite her seemingly prickly outer shell, she values the bonds created with strangers turned acquaintances recognizing that there is strength to come from building relationships instead of breaking them. This, combined with her mildly obstinate nature, means that she ultimately thrives in the social environment. She seldom let's the influence of others decide who she becomes friends with and so naturally surrounds herself with all manner of characters.

She's a bit of a potty mouth and is sometimes a little too quick to action but the one virtue of her family that has stuck with her is an acute awareness of all things. She's particularly good a reading a situation and finding a way out... a trait any good noble such as herself should know.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Clo was born the better half of fraternal twins Clo and Vur (according to her), and into a family established in both political status and money. In short, she was well off. Lucky for her. Child of virtue and eventual heir to a family fortune worth pounds more than she could ever hope to spend, even after considering the half that would be given to her brother, her youth was spent in preparation for a role in rule. Her parents saw to cementing her successful future, positive that their budding child would mature into a woman who could continue their family legacy. What fleeting dreams she may have had of a life advenaturous were abandoned in favor of books and lessons concerning the norm. Days were spent with her head between the pages of all manner of tomes studying the culture and history and math and sciences of the world around her. All things that made her little head spin.

This obviously didn't work for her. A rebellious undertone quickly became her recurring theme. She'd frequently skip lessons, flitting off into the county and getting into trouble where she could. She'd dabble in a little bit of theft, a little bit of mischief, a little too much fun. She frequently find herself in over her head and her parents would eventually have to come to her rescue... every time. This only became more of a problem when, at the age of eight, she discovered she had a gift, just like her parents... just like her brother. In the span of a single day, her questionable future as a politician was further blurred and the dream of a life of adventure found real purchase in her once again. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, it just so happened that her particular flavor of magic was only beneficial in a life of small time crime. Her parents however, now extremely concerned with her behavior, felt it necessary to nurture the girl's gift instead of trying to smother it. They feared that oppression as opposed to controlled freedom would warp their child into the kind of leader the world would reject. So, they set about helping her to hone her particular skill and managed a precarious balance of lessons required of her for another life and those lessons of the deeper world of magic and adventure. It proved resourceful if nothing else. In between reads, she was trained by various teachers on the sacred art of simple combat and sword play. Swords, shields, daggers and a little bit of time spent with the bow and arrow. Her skills were never anything to gloat over but she had the basics down and knew exactly how to use each one if she had to pick one up. Blending in a bit of arcane practice and her craving for fun and trouble was sated just enough to keep her in her seat long enough to absorb something from her morning lessons. In this way, the uncontrollable flame that was their daughter could still burn bright and be a guiding light to others as they intended.

Enrollment into the Institute was a natural choice for her parents seeking to keep an eye on their girl while providing her with the tools necessary to help her grow. Clo was tentative at first. She'd planned to strike it out on her own for a while, finding adventure in other lands before she resigned herself to a life of noble. Her brother however was the deciding factor in whether or not she would go. He offered to continue her studies in politics while she chased the life of adventure she so desperately wanted. When she was ready, he'd share what he learned if she did the same for him. They were after all going to the same school. She accepted and the following year, she arrived ready to find that new life of hers wherever it may be.

Clo has recently secured herself a position as a barista at the café just outside the school grounds. She's scheduled to work shifts before dawn, Clo being a morning flower herself. Clo also owns a black cat named Lucile.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Vur Claudette
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴀɢᴇ: 18
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'1"
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 165
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Golden

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ: Artis Corporis (Summoning)
ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: 1

ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Vur's magical abilities are represented by various seals that have been semi-temporarily inked into his skin, two of which are permanent and represent words written in Latin on the inside of both of his palms. The word on the left reads "accipere" or to receive and the word on the right reads "mitte" or to send. During activation and for a duration of five seconds (or one post), Vur can take any item or magical ability that is within five feet of his left palm and "store" that item. The stolen item or ability in question turns into a 2D representation that appears in an empty space on the skin of his arm. On the other hand, both figuratively and literally, he can summon this item or magical ability back from his arm into the right hand. For clarification, the left hand takes and the right hand sends. If desired, the summoned object can be propelled from the right hand instead of simply summoned, turning the item or magical ability stolen into it's own projectile. Additionally, he can only either take an item or receive an item per ability activation. He cannot perform both actions at the same time.

While the item or ability is a tattoo, he can continuously summon it every time his ability is off cooldown. For example, if an opponent shoots a spear made of ice at Vur, he can "take" the spear once it is within range and ink the ability into his arm. Until he replaces that tattoo, that ability is always available to him. Every time Artis Corporis is available for use again, he may choose to either take another item or shoot a spear of ice out of his right hand. Finally, the tattoo must be visible before it can be used. If his tattoos are covered, he cannot summon any of them.

At level 1, he can store up to three items. Once this quota is met, if he wants to store another item, he must replace an item already in his possession.

One object per ability activation.
The object cannot weigh more than 100lbs.
The object cannot be larger than himself.
The object cannot be a human.
The object cannot be of great importance to another.*
The object can be a other ranged magic.†
The object can be a beast or creature or plant based.

ᴄᴏᴏʟᴅᴏᴡɴ: 1 Post

weapon:
Vur carries a dagger attached to a shoulder harness. The dagger is always hidden and sheathed on the left side, his right being the dominant hand.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Although living a life conflicted, torn between two worlds not unlike the life of his sister, Vur has allowed his duty to his family decide his personality. Vur is charismatic, for better or worse. Confident but not arrogant. Courageous but not stupid. He's a person of genuine warmth when circumstances allow, mostly because he grew up caring for his little sister. He he's naturally nurturing around family and interested when around friends. Around everyone else and the business side of the Claudette family takes over. His charisma becomes a tool to get the upper hand, a weapon to more easily dismantle the other and get what he wants. If it sounds sinister, that's ultimately because it is. It has to be. One can't be too trusting or friendly when dealing with money.

He's learned to balance the two halves of his life. While away from business, he's a social butterfly like his sister and the rest of his family. Maybe more so. With money comes power and women and he quite often gets lost in both... but never to excess.

The time spent training with his father and the various trainers his family hired have given him a sense of calm and collection in battle. He can easily interpret a situation and determine an outcome or find a possible solution.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
First born into a family of political power and wealth, great responsibility was thrust upon him from an early age. Luckily, being the first, he was given a choice. Two legacies lay before him of which either path he could walk: His mother's of a life of political intrigue and his father's of a life of trade and money. He chose the latter where his life became one centered on economics and the nurturing of the charisma needed to undercut even the most shrewd of businessmen. He took to his role like the natural Claudette son he was. His sister, born when he was barely two years her senior, would be give the mantle carried by their mother, much to her dismay. Unfortunately for her, being the second meant she didn't have a choice.

Because of the future expected of him, Vur's lessons began even earlier than Clo's, his a focus on linguistics and the power of money. By the time he was six, he was well versed in one other language besides his own and could calculate the projected earnings for his family's business for that year. In between lessons he would receive training in sword play, mostly for his protection, and of course, be his sister's charge. It was his job to make sure she didn't get into any trouble growing up. Of course Clo being Clo, she proved to be more than anyone could handle and more often than not, would give Vur the slip creating for him panic and a lesson with his parents on the value of protecting family above all else. She'd get him into plenty of trouble in their younger years but their bond was never strained or broken.

At the age of 9, Vur discovered his unique ability when he'd inadvertently stolen an item meant for sale, the item reappearing as a mark on his arm. An antique worth millions in gold, the cost for theft of the item would be his hand... that is until he duplicated it.. over and over again. In a single day, the Claudette family name already worth more than they could spend inflated to amounts beyond any of their wildest imaginations. Spurred by this influx of cash and now, an unlimited supply to meet any amount of demand, his father cemented Vur as heir to the family business. He completed his lessons at the age of 14 and was given a portion of the business to run on his own until at the age of 16, Vur took over and his father retired. That same year, Clo expressed interest to further her studies of magic before resigning herself to a life of politics. He offered to attend the Institute with her once things were settled with the transition of their familie's business and once Clo was confident in her abilities to lead after she graduated.

After two years of planning on Vur's part and final studies for Clo, the both of them enrolled at the school. 18 and a fully realized entrepreneur, Vur has taken a hiatus from running things on the other side of the world to focus on improving his abilities at the Institute. He's confident that the business can run itself while he rekindles his relationship with his sister and finds adventure for himself.