PT ONE: Understanding and drawing power from living things such as the earth and nature; to understand what it is to control death you must understand life first.
— The composition of living organisms and the way magic can be drawn from them.
— using plants and smaller organisms as practice of this skill — controlling the growth of a plant or organism in order to understand the necessary key points in control over the living.
— understanding the ethical and moral implications and laws to apply to the idea that every cause has a reaction and a consequence.
PT TWO: The way the body changes following death.
— drawing from what has already been learned comes a detailed understanding of the way the body shuts down and decays. ( will include the practice of watching an organism die ).
— then comes the practice of using magic in order to cause said decay and wilting of a plant or organism to make note of the difference between drawing from life force and taking it away.
— understanding the balance the world demands from death and or life magic.
PT THREE: drawing from death and understanding that a dead organism flows within the system of the earth and that in most scenarios death in many ways equals life.
— studying the patterns necessary to understand the magic required to control said organism including resisting and practicing hand movements along with a produced example ( done by the teacher and and student advanced enough ).
— creating an orb of light drawn from the magic the is now pulled from the death of the organism.
This is the general thesis for years 1-7 following these understandings each year progresses onto a bigger organism, a bigger plant, and specimens such as toads or spiders. Years 8 through 10 will learn the more detailed art of control over the dead as listed below;
— understanding the history of Necromancy, both the darker and lighter sides as to show both the good and bad sides of such an art.
— understanding the spell work necessary and practicing the correct pronunciation; there is a complicated pattern to the way necromancy is done it’s hard to control the dead in the correct way without understanding all of it.
— a demonstration on a brief control over a specimen, with the request that the class attempt to keep there own moving and/or showing motor functions for at least 30 seconds.
— a brief mock exam on everything learned so far.
— once a student has mastered motor functions for at least 30 seconds, next will be the art of perfecting it for longer as if the dead specimen can once again function and/or walk around.
— understanding the spirit world and the way that can be used as a fuel to make the dead function for longer granted a brief demonstration and a closely watched practice regarding the subject is iffy to get too into.
— compulsion over half-dead things and their implications e.g. the effect in which it has on the mind should said attempt go wrong.
— a demonstration over the compulsion of a living organism to demonstrate the cause of both correct compulsion and incorrect compulsion ( specimen used in this scenario will be healed afterward ).
— a final attempt and mock examination over the students understanding regarding both necromancy as a whole and the use in which it is capable of good ( applies only to the 10th years but can be adjusted for advanced 9th years )
Full Name: Gabriel Kang
Etymology:
Mother named him after the religious figure of the same name, the archangel Gabriel.
Nickname: Gabby{Security Guard at his parents pawn shop would tease him by calling him this. Heads up he hates it.}
Age:20
Birth Date: January 12th
Orientation: Homo-Sexual
Skills & Abilities:
Computer Skills, Understands Networking, Security Concepts, Wireless Technology, Scripting and Databases. Some experience in hot wiring vehicles and rewiring Security Cameras. Can comprehend and store knowledge quickly and has a pretty good memory.
Background:
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Hometown: KoreaTown, K-Town
Occupation: Hacker
Nationality: Korean-American
Ethnicity: Asian
Spoken Language(s): English, Korean , Cantonese , Mandarin , a little Spanish
Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 132 lb
Body Type: Small-Medium build lots of thin and lean muscle.
Skin Tone: Tan during the summer, Ivory during winter seasons.
Eye Color’s: Dark Brown almost Black
Hair Color(S): Black-Chestnut, Auburn{Dyed}
Dominant Hand: Right
Tattoos: White Lily{Back, Upper Shoulder on his right side.}
Scars: Thin hairline scar that cuts across his neck, Oval scar on his right side lower abdomen.{Inflicted by delinquents in K-Town. Both made by Knives.}
Piercings: Nipples
Psyche
Mental Health & Disorders: Insomnia, Depression, Complex Ptsd
Pearson-Marr Archetype Indicators: The Seeker
Keirsey Temperament Sorter: Rationalist
Moral Alignment: Chaotic-Good
Four Temperaments: Phlegmatic
Vices: Pride, Wrath, Envy
Virtues: Courageous even when fearful overachiever, Doesn’t give up easily.
Zodiac:Capricorn
GO WOORI, your stamina and overall physical ability will be put to the test in a danger room simulation that takes place in the pacific ocean. You’ve been dropped off roughly twenty miles from your destination, and will have to fly the remainder of the way to take part in a search & rescue effort to recover the crew and passengers of a sunken boat. You have three hours until the sun sets and your search is called off for the night, complete the simulation before this point or it will end.
PROCEEDING..
Woori had on her suit. She didn't wear it often, but when she had made it into the advanced program, she decided to splurge and got a special suit made. It was light, kept her warm when she was in the air and yet was breathable for those hotter days. She was pretty sure that it was waterproof too, but to be honest, she hadn't paid all that much attention when the tailor explained it all to her. She had just asked for the bet suit given her ability and trusted the man to work his magic. She tugged at the collar. It hugged her neck far too tightly and she was felt as if it was strangling her. It could all be in her head, of course, like her body was trying to get her out of what she was about to put it through.
Woori came to a halt outside the danger simulation room. As soon as she opened that door, she was going to be flung right into the middle of her scenario. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply as she tried to calm herself. "Alright, Woori, think" She whispered to herself under her breath. "What was your task" She forced herself to think back. Getting the facts straight about her assignment helped her relax, so she recited everything to herself. "You have to fly 20 miles over open ocean to a ship that is sinking. You have to rescue the crew members and passengers that had been on board." She muttered. She had no idea the size of the boat. She wished she was given some sort of clue. She could have researched the boat and had some kind of estimation for the amount of survivors that she was supposed to be saving, but she had absolutely nothing to go on. "Alright, that's not so bad" She told herself, turning the handle.
She was greeted with the tangy bit of salt sea air. Wind was whipping her face, her hair lashing her cheeks like tens of tiny whips. She used a hand to push her hair back and that's when she nearly lost her breath. She was standing at the edge of a helicopter, doors open, and below her was nothing but the raging sea. A voice was in her ear, telling her her assignment. She had twenty miles to go but due to the ferocity of the storm, the copter couldn't bring her further in. Woori nodded. She understood and knew what she had to do. "Roger" She replied. She inhaled quickly and exhaled, gathering her strength. Once she stepped out of this machine, there was no going back and her task would officially be underway.
Without allowing herself any more time to second guess herself, she stepped over the edge.
Woori streaked towards the crashing waves, the water dark and malicious as it churned beneath her, calling her down towards its depths with icy fingers. her eyes widened as rain disoriented her vision, wind making it difficult to hear anything as it whistled against her ear drums. She jammed her eyes shut and managed to catch herself before she plunged into the black water. "Alright, okay, you got this. Twenty miles is nothing" She whispered, her body carving through the air effortlessly, even with the storm buffering her from side to side rather violently, but remained on course.
Whatever it was her suit was made of, it certainly was doing its job. She felt completely dry despite having been carving through the air for a while. She wasn't sure how long she had been up there, but it certainly felt as if it had to be somewhere around her record time. She could feel the fatigue setting in, though, and prayed that what she was looking for would show up soon. Her prayers seemed to be answered. Woori squinted through the torrential rain, barely making out what looked like a boat just a few yards ahead and down below. After another second or two, she had confirmed that it was, in fact, the vessel she had been searching for. She began to descend towards to surface of the angry sea. It was like sitting down when your legs were sore from working out; it was painful, and it took everything not to just collapse into the water and let the waves swallow her up.
She stopped just above the water. Around her, she could spot four people. "How many of you are there?" She shouted over the roaring wind. The majority of the people seemed to be passengers. They were panicking, reaching out at her, yelling and screaming for help. Didn't they understand that she was hear to help them?! Why couldn't they just answer her questions? She tried again as a young woman grabbed onto her leg, nearly pulling her under as a wave crashed against the side of the sinking boat. Woori panicked and pulled her leg free, accidentally kicking the girl in the face. Well, might as well rescue that one first. "How many of you are there?" She repeated, urging her voice to rise over that of the storm, like the two were having a shouting competition.
It seemed like she was getting nothing out of any of them. The only person that seemed to have any authority at all was laying unconscious, only his life vest keeping him our of reach of a watery grave. Woori floated over to him, shielding her eyes as the wind whipped the rain into them. She reached down, checking for a pulse. It was difficult given the circumstances, but she found one. "I'm getting him out of here, and then I am coming right back" She screamed. The others didn't seem to like that at all, but Woori was sure she wouldn't be able to handle carrying another person, especially given the fact that she was having enough trouble keeping herself aloft. She had definitely surpassed her own record. She was running on sheer panic, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had almost completely forgotten that this wasn't real, that actual lives weren't at stake. She knew if she tried to tell herself that now, she'd lose all her strength.
Woori tried pulling the man up, but it was too difficult, so she sank into the water. She swam over to him and pulled his arms over her shoulders, locking them together in her grasp, and took to the sky once more. It was slow going and she couldn't seem to rise more than ten feet or so above the ocean, but she managed to stay afloat. If her brow was drenched with rain, sweat, or sea water, she didn't know. It had to be a mixture of both.
She finally managed to get the unconscious captain back to the helicopter, but all she wanted to do now was to lay down and go to sleep. She was just physically drained. Her legs shook as she carried herself back to the doorway, staring down into the swirling waters. There were 4 other people out there and she had kicked that girl. She couldn't really let her die. With a groan, she jumped off, remaining higher above the water now that she wasn't weighed down by a body. The effort and time that it took to return to the boat was far greater than the first time and she was shocked to see that the vessel was over halfway beneath the waves now. Another good few and it would be swallowed up.
"Ok, I'm back!" She announced and she saw the panic-stricken faces look up at her. The fear she saw in their eyes hit her hard. She had to save them all. She had to. The people left were considerably smaller than the captain. Perhaps, if they didn't wiggle around too much, she could take more than one. "Alright, you" She pointed to the girl who had grabbed onto her leg before. "And you." She pointed to a slighter woman who looked as though she would be hardly more than the weight of a weather. "Why them?!" Shouted a heavier man, looking mad with fear, trying to get closer to Woori as she lowered herself into the water to try and pick up the two women. "Please, stay back sir" Woori begged. She was getting terrified now. The man was still coming and he was a faster swimmer than the second woman. There was no doubt that he would reach her first and try and climb on, and surely that would be the end.
Woori bit down on her lip. She waited as long as she could. With the first girl secure on her back, she took back off into the air. The frail woman looked up at her in disbelief, but Woori knew that if she stayed down there, the larger male would have drowned her along with him, and then no one would be rescued. "I'm so sorry, I will be right back" Woori called. She felt guilty and it was eating her up inside, but she definitely had made the right decision, hadn't she? She had no time to second-guess herself. This was a disaster and one couldn't doubt the decisions that they made in times such as these.
The trip back the second time went faster than the first. The captain was awake now, being tended to by emergency staff within the helicopter. Woori dropped off the girl, who was bleeding a bit from the nose from her earlier kick, and immediately took back to the sky. She willed herself forward, propelling herself with thoughts of how if these people died, it would be entirely her fault. Of course that wasn't true, but Woori had a tendency to use negativity towards herself to motivate her. As she reached the site, however, her heart sank. Where was that frail woman? She couldn't see her anywhere. There was the man, still struggling to stay afloat, but the woman was gone. With a sinking feeling, one that seemed to go beyond the pit of stomach, one that was dragging her heart with her, Woori realized that she must have drowned.
She had no time to waste, though. Time was ticking. She lowered herself into the icy waves for the third time and the man clambered violently onto her. He was dragging her down a bit and Woori got a mouth full of freezing salt water. She forced herself up higher, grunting from the effort of trying to get herself and the man into the air. It was like the night on the bridge all over again. The rain had been streaming down then too, lightning had been carving up the night sky it streaks of brilliant white light. She had been only six years old back then, and yet she had managed to keep herself and her mother afloat. How had she done it? How?
She hadn't been focusing on just herself.
"Think, Woori, think. Remember what you've been training with Char" She took great, shuddering breaths, water filling her lungs. The man was freaking out on her since they weren't going anywhere. Together, the two crashed back into the water. Woori hadn't been prepared. She was swallowed up by the waves. She kicked furiously in any direction. Her face broke the surface of the water and she gulped down oxygen. Frantically, she looked for the man but couldn't find him. She began to whimper. Where was he? Where was he? She dove beneath the waves, trying to open her eyes to search for him, but the combination of the cold and the salt was too much.
"Go Woori, your simulation is finished"
As quickly as it had started, Woori was standing in the middle of the danger simulation room. That's right, this was all a test. It wasn't real, but as Woori took her leave, shutting the door behind her, she couldn't help but feel that she had let two people die out there in the middle of the ocean.
