although teachers should probably not have favourite students, ikora couldn’t help but enjoy her classes more when vysella was in them - a student that seemed to actually engage and enjoy her teachings. pulling the blood back into her palm, the brunette presses a cloth to her palm before smiling warmly at her student. “well, we cannot have you unoccupied now, should we ?” gesturing to the many seats in her classroom, ikora continues. “come and sit with me, let us discuss some mythology. it may help you in my class.”
VYSELLA’S EYES LIT UP at the mention of stories. “ oh please ! that would be wonderful ! ” vysella smiled as she swerved around the desks of the classroom and towards the one closest to the teacher’s desk. mythology was something that interested her and her teacher definitely made it even more fun to learn about. “ i’m happy to hear any story, would i be able to borrow some parchment and a quill to write with ? ”
the library? rarely a place ty ventured, but he needed to check into something for one of his classes, and if he had hopes of being anything but a grunt, well, then he at least needed to do well. despite how much he hated this, despised this place and the king, he didn’t want to find himself on the front lines of a war. ty held the book he needed to scan, and began to walk and read, slowing as he found the part in particular he was looking for. when a voice reached his ears, he slowly closed the book and moved his eyes to the source. “it’s endearing that you think i was trying to sit at your table to begin with, princess.” came his retort, not typically the nicest, which showed now.
VYSELLA SCOFFED AT THE nickname, shaking her head as she did. “ and what shall i call you ? my darling , dearest prince ? my handsome knight in shining armour to save me , the damsel in distress , from the unbearably copious amount of work ? ” sarcasm was tangled in her words and she she shook her head as she spoke. “ i suggest you find someone else to annoy. ”
VYSELLA WAS IN HER FAVOURITE PLACE in all of the academy, the library. in her usual spot by the corner, surrounded by snow-glazed windows, she sat with various parchments for her work, spread throughout the whole table. she focused on one particular subject though and diligently wrote in her curly cursive, her eyes trained to see nothing but the words of the page, the mechanics in her brain spinning as she tried to process the information. when she had seen someone approach her table, she gave them a sweet but rather condescending smile. “ did you need a place to sit ? because then i would offer the seventy-four other tables that seem to be unoccupied. ”
as one hand works hard to write the other was held out limply beside her on her desk, the scar on her palm open with blood dancing gracefully out of the wound - a winding trail of scarlet encircling her form. the making of her blood aura was now a calming measure when stressed, something she was doing more and more recently as bottled emotions begin to rise up to the surface (certainly it is not a healthy coping mechanism, but t helps). ikora does not even raise her head at the sound of her classroom door opening, simply continuing to write as she speaks to the phantom guest.
“yes, hello. hurry up. what can i do for you?”
VYSELLA WAS, TO PLAINLY SAY IT, BORED. she really was and despite the strong desire to sleep or socialise, she knew it would be a waste of time and for vysella, her strong ambition overpowered her strong desire for seemingly trivial things such as health and friends. in the end she decided to visit a few of her teachers, beginning with miss. khan. lore and mythology was always something that fascinated her and thus sparked the like for the teacher too. she walked into her classroom, a smile gracing her lips for the busy teacher.“ miss. khan, i have found myself rather unoccupied and it truly is a troubling state for the mind. can i help with anything ? or do you have any extra work for me to do ? any stories that would benefit my listening to ? ”
“–you’re not thinking hard enough,” Laws grunted, and if he sounded tired it was more instinct than anything. Old as he was, and experienced as he was, drills like this were easy for him to perform without getting tired. He also just happened to be the grumpiest person on the planet.
“When you feel me probing your mind, you have to focus on hitting back harder.” Which was vague, he supposed, and so he rubbed lightly at the side of his neck before turning his head up to meet his drill partner’s eyes. “But sometimes you don’t need to specifically think about ‘blasting something back’.
“Sometimes you can try drawing up a memory so vivid it drowns out everything else, psychic attacks included.”
Hopefully that made more sense. Straightening somewhat, Laws raised a brow. “You ready to try again?”
VYSELLA MASSAGED HER TEMPLES, a groan of annoyance escaping her lips. the perfectionist that she was hated how hard she was finding this exercise, especially after months of reading and weeks of theoretical work, she somehow could not muster the will to fight back. and this thought scared her. it scared her that she might be fitted more to be a scholar for the king than a warrior. she wanted to be a fighter, more than anything. but this drill had caused the doubts to creep into her mind.
a memory so vivid. . . the words ripple around her mind and her mind takes her back to her very first heartbreak but she brought herself back to reality. she did not want to take herself back to that time. it would open up a wound that she had since sewed up with strong ignorance and indifference.
“ yes. no. i am famished. perhaps it is the lack of food ?? no that’s not it, i truly am horrible. ” an annoyed groaned left her lips. “ why must i find this so difficult. ” she mumbled. “ perhaps there’s another way besides thinking of a memory and thinking about ‘ blasting something back’ ?? “
“Relax, I’m not going to do anything bad to you,” Aniela assured the person who had volunteered to be her guinea pig. She wanted to test out if different kinds of music worked better for inducing certain moods with her powers, but for that, she needed someone to test it out on. “I could start with something calming, to get your nerves under control?” She suggested with a smile.
VYSELLA OFFERED THE OTHER A SMALL SMILE. “ yes, sure. why not. ” she straightened her back and neatly folded her hands in front of her lap, the way she had been taught since forever. she was excited, music manipulation was always something that piqued her interest, any kind of ability piqued her interest really and it really was a wonder how they had ended up with these abilities. “ but i supposed they are nerves of excitement rather than nerves from anxiety. ” vysella let out a small laugh.
Mental Defense classes ran a little long with Haden in charge of the lessons. He liked to leave the class with as much information as he was willing to share at the time and often some questions had answers that need some extra care in explaining. Thankfully, much to his classes delight that was dismissed for now and he was rejuvenating the plants on his classroom window sile when he heard the door open. “While I at times have an open-door policy for any seeking guidance,” He says brushing his hands over the petals and giving them more color. The poor things were starting to fade because of the approaching chill in the air. “I would still advise knocking to be civil.” He turns to address who entered his room his tone isn’t stern it’s just friendly for the most part. Playful maybe.
“I don’t suppose you needed my assistance for anything?”
VYSELLA, THE TRY--HARD, AMBITIOUS, competitive over-achiever that she was, often stayed back after classes were dismissed to either gather more information on a topic or more work to do on the topic. because whilst other valued the freedom of their youth, vysella was concerned with the impending trials of her future and those said trials require exactly what she was doing now, studying. especially with the TRAGIC occurrences that had been going on around the kingdom, the king would need the best and the very CHARACTER that vysella strived to be. vysella rushed into her mental defence classroom and entered with no warning. “yes quite desperately, you see sir, i’ve come to the end of the pile for my theoretical work for mental defence and i was wondering whether you had extra work ?? preferably for a topic in ADVANCE as to give me an advantage over the rest of my peers.”
aurora ruffino , female, she/her ♛ gracing the halls of the academy is vysella anastase from the region of danruba. they are known to be of noble blood and they are twenty-seven years old. their gift is pain illusion and they have been in the academy for three years. i hear that they are intrepid & meddlesome and they remind me of armour-plated dresses with the ends covered in dirt, laced boots splattered with mud and the thorns that cover the beauty of roses, i guess that’s why they call them the halcyon. after their graduation, i can see them becoming a warrior when they go on to serve their king.
CHILDHOOD
vysella has always felt the demands of her nobility even as a child, she often felt suffocated by the requirements of her family name, she was harshly punished for any tantrums or any lashing out, vysella had to keep a certain image for the noble family of anastase and due to this vysella suppressed a lot of negative feelings towards her parents
she was restricted to the walls of a classroom, reading, sewing, learning to play instruments, she wasn’t allowed to play outside with her siblings, being the youngest daughter, her tutors and her parents instilled in her that she must be perfect because she wasn’t to inherit anything so her only purpose was to strengthen her family’s power through marriage
she’s always hated this predetermined fate, she felt like a bird in a cage, she wanted to travel, she wanted to talk to other people outside the nobility circle, she wanted change, a break from her seemingly perennial cycle of lessons
YOUTH
because of the cage that she felt she was in, vysella let out a lot of emotion during her teenage years, she became more rebellious, she spoke out more, she fought with her siblings and her parents more, at night she would sneak out and she would talk to the townsfolk, sometimes even stay the night, she was desperate the escape this kinda cage
when she was 18, she met a townsfolk during one of her night outs and she fell in love with him and for a whole year she saw him and it was really intense love for him really quickly
when she found him with another girl, she was so angry and she just started to think of bad things in her head and then it started to come true, she was so angry that she imagined him writhing in pain and it was instant, as soon as she thought of it, it happened to him right in front of her
because of her anger and broken-heart it was difficult to stop but she eventually snapped out of it and she went back to their castle when she realised what she had done and what she was capable of, it scared her right to her bones, after that night she locked herself in for a whole week for fear of hurting someone else
ADULTHOOD
she attended mircea at the age of 24 after another incident had happened with one of the guards who was hurting one of the townspeople and she was happy to leave since childhood she’s been yearning to not be seen by the nobility that her blood deemed her to be
she was excited and ready to learn, she adapted to things very quickly, she grew to become very ambitious, wanting to be very strong and the best at everything, she is also very competitive and has this deep need to be victorious
she is known around mircea as the person who would raise their hand at every question, stay back after classes, ask for more work, do extra training but at the same time she has been known as a person you should never cross, she’s a bit of a spitfire and is blatantly honest, she’s very adventurous and kinda reckless
WANTED CONNECTIONS
best friend
confidant
close friends
secret affair
betrothal ? ?
childhood friends
family friends
townspeople friends
training buddies
OUT OF CHARACTER
hi everybody i go by N !! and i am in the GMT+8 timezone, this rpg looks super awesome so i’m really excited to get the ball rolling with interactions between our characters !!
unfortunately tumblr has been acting very weird and i can’t seem to send asks/submits/messages on my primary blog and i can’t edit the theme for the primary blog either! so the admins have kindly allowed me to use a secondary blog for vysella ( @vyselllaa ) where all interactions will take place and all communication for plotting will be through there so please follow that blog.
but because it is a secondary blog, i would have to follow with my primary blog which is this ( @vysellaone ) , i will only be liking and following from this primary blog.
