IN THE SHADOW OF WYTHORNE - MULTIMUSE

[spurzatwythorne]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐳' 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐏 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞!

This blog is a Multimuse, Multifandom RP blog set in the @wythorne RP Verse created by Grimm. Both OCs and Canons are written here. Mun reachable through discord at @sprrrz

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𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺 [WIP]

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 (𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦)

𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠

[perfecteddeception]

OPEN STARTER ;; WYTHORNE

        "Huh..." Violet blinks, holding the broken object awkwardly in her hands. She wasn't exactly expecting to be accosted to fix something this early, let alone during orientation. "Yes, um, I can probably fix this up for you. Just a question... how exactly did this happen?"

[spurzatwythorne]

"Um, I'm so sorry to bother you, it's just... my camera." He speaks with the kind of barely contained anxiety common among first year students, practically trembling as he watches her turn the device over in her hands. He didn't intend for the orientation to become a spectacle, but it seemed like, as always, the universe had other plans for him. "I, um. Well, I was just walking up the stairs, and when I got to the top, I tripped over nothing." He accentuates the final word, blue-gray eyes intently watching the cogs whirring to life behind hers as she inspects the shattered lens and the snapped shoulder strap. "Like, there was something there, but also nothing... not that it matters..." Quentin frowns, his naivety when it comes to magic always his undoing. He's rubbing his left elbow with his right hand, easing the bruise he'd gained in the tumble. "If you can manage to fix that lens, I'll owe you one. Or maybe I'll owe you several." He smiles nervously.

[spurzatwythorne]

╰┈➤ " 𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 . . . " - 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭 :

The scents of tobacco and lavender perfume the air of the now-empty Thanatology classroom. It's the usual culprit, finally comfortable enough in his isolation to peel the soft suede gloves from his hands and remove the cigarette from between his lips. Irus discards them on the table-top, spreading out his grimoire as he exhales a lungful of herbal smoke. His shadow looks on with disappointment, flickering as it winds itself upwards to peer over his shoulder. "Where is it...?" He questions, muttering under his breath as he guides a blackened fingertip across its pages. The cigarette is placed back into his mouth as he turns the page, narrowing his eyes. His hands abandon the page to push hair back from his eyes, then return to tracing the text. "I swore that incantation was--" Startled from his focus, Irus turns to face the intruder. Steely eyes gauge the threat, picking over the newcomer with a mild look of annoyance. He exhales sharply through his nose, producing two more puffs of smoke. "What are you doing here?"

[conspectio]

Alice could feel his frustration across the campus and couldn't stand it anymore, so she mozied herself into the classroom, which was a mess, and before he even addressed her, she started organising and categorizing papers. She finds the one he knows he's looking for and places it on his desk before continuing her organisation. "If you kept things in order ... you wouldn't lose them every day." She then walked behind the desk and looked over his notes, and the sheer panic she felt. " For fuck sake," she curses, and Alice does not curse -- "How do you ever intend to break this curse of yours if your note-taking system is no better than a child's?"

[spurzatwythorne]

His shadow reacts first, its startled inky blackness shrinking back and clinging desperately to his heels. Icarus notices her a moment later, narrowed eyes catching hers. "Really?" Irus smirks at her, amused. He raises an eyebrow, exhaling the cloud resting on the back of his tongue. He reaches forward--wearing one glove-- and snatches back the papers she's holding. "That's probably because it's written in Japanese." His naked hand is gnarled and blackened, like a branch of a petrified tree exposed to flame. The nails are long and pointed, like talons. He quickly puts his other glove back on, now that he's gained control of his parchments. A bit of ash from his cigarette drops onto the grimoire's open pages, and Icarus wipes it briskly away. "My writing isn't all that bad, anyway. At least I can read it." He's less annoyed now and more simply amused.

[spurzatwythorne]

╰┈➤ " 𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 . . . " - 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭 :

The scents of tobacco and lavender perfume the air of the now-empty Thanatology classroom. It's the usual culprit, finally comfortable enough in his isolation to peel the soft suede gloves from his hands and remove the cigarette from between his lips. Irus discards them on the table-top, spreading out his grimoire as he exhales a lungful of herbal smoke. His shadow looks on with disappointment, flickering as it winds itself upwards to peer over his shoulder. "Where is it...?" He questions, muttering under his breath as he guides a blackened fingertip across its pages. The cigarette is placed back into his mouth as he turns the page, narrowing his eyes. His hands abandon the page to push hair back from his eyes, then return to tracing the text. "I swore that incantation was--" Startled from his focus, Irus turns to face the intruder. Steely eyes gauge the threat, picking over the newcomer with a mild look of annoyance. He exhales sharply through his nose, producing two more puffs of smoke. "What are you doing here?"

[spurzatwythorne]

╰┈➤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: " 𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚄𝚂 '𝙸𝚁𝚄𝚂' 𝚈𝚄𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸 "

𝒩𝒜ℳℰ : icarus "irus" yumari. ("eye-ruh-ss")

𝒜𝒢ℰ & 𝒵𝒪𝒟ℐ𝒜𝒞 : 25 & scorpio.

𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐℰ𝒮 : half human, half sorcerer.

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒟ℰℛ & 𝒫ℛ𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒮 : trans man he/they.

𝒪ℛℐℰ𝒩𝒯𝒜𝒯ℐ𝒪𝒩 : gay/androsexual, aromantic.

ℬℐℛ𝒯ℋ𝒫ℒ𝒜𝒞ℰ : san diego, ca.

𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐ𝒜ℒ𝒯𝒴 : emmisary.

"𝒯𝒜ℒℰ𝒩𝒯" : entropy.

𝒞ℒ𝒜𝒮𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝒩𝒟ℐ𝒩𝒢 : first year.

ℱ𝒜𝒞ℰ𝒞ℒ𝒜ℐℳ : tatsuo-dean fujioka

𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩 / 𝒪𝒞 : canon - evolved into oc during development (based off Hanzo from Overwatch, albeit extremely loosely.)

𝒯ℒ𝒟ℛ : A haunted soul with an unusual talent of communicating with the long-dead, Icarus appeared suddenly at Wythorne late at night, during the middle of the semester. Extremely eccentric, he seems to be trying to break a curse of some kind, and can often be caught whispering to himself about different methods. He found Wythorne by luck and guided intention-spell, and is now hoping to find help dealing with the ghost attached to his shadow. Carries a bow (without arrows) everywhere on his back.

The aural energy surrounding him is impure, causing those (including plants) who grow near to feel unwell and weary. Existing near Icarus for long periods of time is draining, although it seems that he experiences this effect, too. Irus occasionally falls asleep in place and has been guilty of doing this during classes. As such, his grades are abysmal.

[spurzatwythorne]

╰┈➤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: " 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙷 "

𝒩𝒜ℳℰ : quentin smith.

𝒜𝒢ℰ & 𝒵𝒪𝒟ℐ𝒜𝒞 : 24, libra.

𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐℰ𝒮 : human wizard.

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒟ℰℛ & 𝒫ℛ𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒮 : closeted trans woman, he/him (for now).

𝒪ℛℐℰ𝒩𝒯𝒜𝒯ℐ𝒪𝒩 : closeted bisexual (70% male preference).

ℬℐℛ𝒯ℋ𝒫ℒ𝒜𝒞ℰ : sherman oaks, ca.

𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐ𝒜ℒ𝒯𝒴 : glyphistry, minoring in emmisary.

𝒞ℒ𝒜𝒮𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝒩𝒟ℐ𝒩𝒢 : first year student.

ℱ𝒜𝒞ℰ𝒞ℒ𝒜ℐℳ : kyle gallner.

𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩 / 𝒪𝒞 : canon. (adapted from 2010 NOES with personal hcs)

𝒯ℒ𝒟ℛ : Quentin knows he does best under pressure, so he's double-loading his coursework... and subtly regretting it. An exhausted, nosey photo-journalist miserably stumbling through life, Quentin Smith is a human wizard hailing from a family unaware of magic-- his childhood struggles with night terrors turned into haunting demons from his past, leading him to research the occult. This trail of research (and a lot of hiking/talking to strangers around the 'research facility' on Carraigh Mór) eventually lead him to Wythorne. Quentin is a skeptical, rational soul who works with what he can see, and what he knows he can do. Now that he knows magic exists, he's all for it.

[spurzatwythorne]

╰┈➤ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: " 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚄𝚂 Š𝙸𝙼𝙺𝚄𝚂 "

𝒩𝒜ℳℰ : professor dainius šimkus. ( day-nee-us shim-kous)

𝒜𝒢ℰ & 𝒵𝒪𝒟ℐ𝒜𝒞 : 787, gemini.

𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐℰ𝒮 : sorcerer.

𝒢ℰ𝒩𝒟ℰℛ & 𝒫ℛ𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒮 : cismale, he/him.

𝒪ℛℐℰ𝒩𝒯𝒜𝒯ℐ𝒪𝒩 : bisexual, demiromantic.

ℬℐℛ𝒯ℋ𝒫ℒ𝒜𝒞ℰ : what is now palangą, lithuania

𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐ𝒜ℒ𝒯𝒴 : canticry

𝒞ℒ𝒜𝒮𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝒩𝒟ℐ𝒩𝒢 : professor of techniques of symphonic instrumentality.

ℱ𝒜𝒞ℰ𝒞ℒ𝒜ℐℳ : mads mikkelsen

𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩 / 𝒪𝒞 : original.

𝒯ℒ𝒟ℛ : A wise, long-lived soul with stories and information to impart. A purveyor of techniques delivered with the rasp of a thick Lithuanian accent, Professor Šimkus is a Canticry Historian and casting technique-collector, teaching the songs of silence alongside other magical mantras, and even intention note-spell as part of the curriculum of Techniques of Symphonic Instrumentality. Having taught at this school since its founding, Šimkus is an often overlooked relic of the era in which Wythorne was built, as he's not particularly sociable or liked among staff and students-- however, he has never been known to have given up on someone that's trying their best in his class.

Prof. Šimkus is also the conductor of the school's symphony and marching band. Additionally, he is currently taking on magical apprentices for HISTORICAL CANTICRY focused on passing down rare methods and spells of spell-casting.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 :

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