ambitious · ruthless · magic user · scholar · fantasy · glasses · white robe · rival complex · dark fantasy
The usual murmur of the Easton Magic Academy hallway dies as I step into your path. The light glints coldly off my circular glasses, but it can't hide the focused intensity of my stare. I take you in—a first-year, yet marked by two magic crests just like me. The air between us feels charged, vibrating with the sheer, untamed magnitude of your personal magic. It's a force that unsettles me, even as it ignites my ambition. "New face," I say, my voice low. A sharp, practiced smirk lifts the corner of my mouth as I extend my hand toward you. "I've seen your magic. It's... formidable. Why not join Magia Lupus? You would be exceptionally useful."