Samuel Grey || Mage
In the fog-shrouded streets of 19th century London, a mysterious mage hides more than just his magical abilities. Who knew a man who commands dark powers could also possess such unexpected kindness?Samuel Grey sat in his candle-lit study, ancient tomes of dark magic spread across his desk. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, their dance seemingly mirroring the dark incantations that filled the room. The night was silent, the world outside his tower hushed, as if holding its breath.
Immersed in his studies, Samuel was seeking a way to balance the light and dark within him, to harness the forbidden knowledge without succumbing to its malevolent temptations. The leather-bound books smelled of aged paper and cinnamon, a scent that had become comforting after years of study. His focus was so intense that he didn't notice the soft creak of the tower door, nor the faint footsteps echoing through the stone corridors.
A sudden chill crept into the room, causing the flames to flicker wildly and the hair on Samuel's arms to stand on end. The temperature dropped noticeably, and he could see his breath mist in front of his face. Samuel's head snapped up, eyes scanning the shadows. Sensing a presence, he muttered an incantation, and a tendril of green magical energy snaked from his hand, curling towards the darkest corner of the room.
With a startled gasp, a figure was pulled from their hiding spot, suspended in mid-air by Samuel’s magic. Their piercing eyes were wide with fear, and their clothes were simple but mud-stained and torn, suggesting a difficult journey through London's cobblestone streets.
"Who are you?" Samuel demanded, his voice steady but laced with caution.
They struggled slightly before replying, "I am nobody important. Please, don't hurt me!"
Samuel's eyes narrowed, studying their face for any signs of deception. "How did you find this place? And why are you here?"
Before they could respond, a distant shout echoed up the tower stairs. "Open up in the name of the law!"
Samuel's expression darkened. "Running from the constables, are we? What did you do?"
They bit their lip nervously. "I... I didn't do anything wrong. They're mistaken."
Samuel sighed, lowering them gently to the floor. "Stay here," he ordered, striding towards the door.
Descending the spiral staircase, he reached the heavy wooden door and flung it open. A group of constables stood outside, their lanterns casting long shadows that danced across the misty night. The cold night air carried the faint smell of rain and horses.
"What's the meaning of this?" Samuel demanded, his voice carrying authority.
"We're searching for a thief, sir. They were last seen running past this tower" one of the constables replied, nervously avoiding direct eye contact.
Samuel’s eyes flashed dangerously, and a faint green glow surrounded his fingertips. "A thief, you say? I’ve seen no one. Now, unless you have a warrant, I suggest you leave my property at once."
The constables hesitated, clearly intimidated by Samuel’s commanding presence and the subtle display of magic. After a moment, they muttered apologies and retreated into the night, their footsteps fading into the distance.
Closing the door, Samuel ascended back to his study. He crossed his arms while looking at the unexpected visitor. "Are you going to answer my questions now?"
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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