VANORRA
EARTH STRAIN STUDENTS
Bramble "Brams" Latch
Boar Beast-Folk | 14 | He/Him
“The FUCK did you say to me?”
Brams barrels through life with the volume and force of someone who’s never been told no — or never cared when he was.
Loud, impulsive, and openly cruel, he snorts when he laughs, shoves past anyone in his way, and mocks others with a confidence that comes from never facing real consequences.
But what makes him truly dangerous isn’t his size or temper; it’s his unwavering loyalty to Solenne. Her approval is the only currency he values, and he wields his bullying like a service offered in her name. Brams doesn’t just enjoy causing trouble — he enjoys doing it for her, and that makes every shove, threat, and sneer land with purpose.
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Brams is tolerated because of Solenne. He’s the bark to her cold smile. Most students avoid crossing him — not because he’s respected, but because no one wants to end up on the receiving end of his mockery or his fists.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-12-BR
Strain Name: Bone-Binder Variant – Tusk Growth
Magic: Can harden parts of his skeleton externally — forming tusks, bony fists, or even shoulder plating. This magic makes him a brutal fighter, though overuse leads to temporary skeletal brittleness.
Brevik Thornmantle
Jackalope Beast-Folk | 16 | He/Him
“Before you build, you need a strong foundation.”
Brevik stands like a foundation stone in every room he enters — steady, deliberate, and impossible to budge once he’s set his mind.
Loyal to those he trusts and careful with his words, he prefers silence over anything unfinished or imprecise. He approaches people the same way he approaches architecture: with structure, patience, and an eye for what will hold over time.
Brevik acts only after he’s considered every angle, and when he builds a bond, a plan, or a promise, it’s meant to last.
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Once encased an entire classroom in granite when startled.
The professor still teaches from inside it on principle.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-14-GB
Strain Name: Granitepulse Bastion Line
Magic: Channels tectonic energy into defensive structures. Can summon stone walls or domes that hum with held tension.
Elsha Veirhold
Tabaxi | 17 | She/Her
“More than meets the eye.”
Elsha moves with the quiet patience of someone who listens to the world long before she answers it. Soft-spoken and reflective, she drifts off mid-sentence whenever an old memory in the soil or a half-formed idea pulls her attention inward.
She feels more than she says, letting instinct and subtle impressions guide her far more than spoken logic ever could. Her devotion to nature runs deep — not just to its beauty, but to the silent, forgotten things that linger beneath moss and stone.
Elsha studies those quiet truths with unwavering dedication, certain that understanding them is the closest anyone can come to understanding the past itself.
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Found the location of an undocumented graveyard through weeping moss.
Keeps a terrarium of silent voices.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-22-SR
Strain Name: Siltwhisper Remembrance Vein
Magic: Can extract emotional echoes from sediment and soil. Uses earth as a memory archive.
Karrek Delmire
Tiefling | 18 | He/Him
“The turtle won with patience and wisdom.”
Karrek carries a stillness that unsettles anyone who mistakes it for hesitation. Strategic to a fault, he observes every angle long before choosing a single move, weighing outcomes with a precision most students never notice until it's too late.
He speaks rarely, acts even less, and when he finally decides to intervene, his target usually has no time to react — the trap has already been set.
Some admire his methodical mind, calling it strategy; others whisper that such caution must come from buried fear. Karrek never corrects them. Whether driven by logic or self-protection, his patience is its own kind of weapon, and he wields it with unnerving control.
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His bunkmate once found himself gently cocooned in vines for snoring.
Karrek insists it was instinct, not malice.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-18-ST
Strain Name: Stonecoil Trapweaver Type
Magic: Creates animated traps from loose stone and root. Prefers immobilization to destruction.
Ivara Nest
Sheep Beast-Folk | 16 | She/They
“Okay! Did insulting me make you feel any better, eh?"
Ivara moves through the academy with a cool detachment that borders on effortless defiance. Private and unbothered, she listens to others with a faint smirk, as if their words are passing weather she has no intention of standing in.
Most students keep their distance — her animalistic lineage makes her an easy target for whispered judgments — but she meets every glance with the same calm indifference.
She doesn’t care who disapproves, who stares, or who tries to put her in a box. Ivara vanishes when she wants to, appears when she feels like it, and follows her own rhythm without apology. She’s chill with everyone, loyal to almost no one, and entirely uninterested in bending herself to fit anyone’s expectations.
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Decorates her dorm with obsidian masks no one sees her carve.
May have disappeared mid-exam once or a few times... — unclear.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-26-OV
Strain Name: Obsidian Veil Coreline
Magic: Generates slick black stone used to blind, reflect, or isolate. Specializes in concealment and quiet separation.
Halwin Stoutroot
Wolf Beast-Folk | 15 | He/Him
“Apologise? For what. I just said the truth."
Halwin carries a kind of affectionate grumpiness that somehow manages to be both blunt and endearing. He says exactly what crosses his mind, trusting others to be sturdy enough to withstand it — and if they aren’t, he figures that’s their problem, not his.
He enjoys simple things: the solidity of stone, a warm bowl of soup, the comfort of silence that doesn’t demand anything from him.
There’s something undeniably odd about him, a quiet eccentricity that shows in the way he studies rocks like old friends or forgets entire conversations mid-thought. Yet for all his strangeness, Halwin is steady, grounded, and far kinder than his gruff exterior ever suggests.
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Has a rock collection he refers to by name. None of them are enchanted — he just respects them.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-19-HS
Strain Name: Hearthroot Stubborn Lineage
Magic: Enhances the resilience of nearby terrain and people. Touch can stabilize collapsing ground or calm panic.
Venra Hollowbind
Monkey Beast-Folk | 17 | She/Her
“Live a little, in style!"
Venra moves with a precision that feels almost sculpted, every word and gesture shaped with deliberate care. She holds herself with a confident, fastidious grace, proud of the perfection she carves into her work and her speech alike.
Yet beneath that polished exterior is a restless spark — an eagerness to leap into motion, to dart down hallways, to chase whatever curiosity flares first.
She wants elegance, but she also craves momentum; she wants to be composed, yet she delights in the thrill of jumping headfirst into something new. Venra is a contradiction in motion: poised and meticulous, yet quick-footed and adventurous, balancing refinement with the undeniable joy of simply moving.
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Secretly writes poetry into cave walls. One verse reportedly caused a stalactite to commence an earthquake.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-23-CS
Strain Name: Cavemark Sigil Strain
Magic: Can etch magical runes into any surface that pulse with buried command. Works more with runes than stone and earth itself.
Tholen Mireck
Tiefling | 16 | He/Him
“Heyyyy. . . No need to remind anyone of THAT. Ha."
Tholen moves through the academy with the restless energy of someone built for impact. Short-tempered but undeniably honorable, he seeks out duels, challenges, and any excuse to prove his strength — not out of cruelty, but because conflict sharpens him.
He’s the earthquake to Halwin’s hill, loud where Halwin is steady, forceful where others are patient. Yet beneath that bravado lies a sensitivity he tries desperately to hide.
The moment someone points out a flaw, a misstep, or an embarrassment, his temper surges and his confidence fractures. Tholen hates being seen off-balance, hates being reminded he’s fallible. Still, his pride comes from a real place: he fights hard, he learns fast, and when he gives his word, even the ground seems to steady beneath it.
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Known to make dramatic entrances by cracking tiles underfoot. Suspended for seismic pranking — twice.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-31-FC
Strain Name: Faultshard Channel Line
Magic: Directs kinetic force through the ground to fracture, tilt, or buckle terrain underfoot. Dangerous if unfocused.
Ossa Jirelle
Dragonborn | 13 | She/Her
“TELL ME MORE! About what? Yourself, of course!!"
Ossa approaches the world with bright, boundless enthusiasm, her curiosity firing faster than most people can keep up with. She’ll ask a dozen questions before someone else even decides which one might be appropriate, her thoughts racing ahead with cheerful intensity.
Positivity radiates from her — warm, frantic, and a little overwhelming — and she has absolutely no sense of personal space.
Ossa leans in too close, tugs on sleeves to get attention, and hovers beside people as if proximity might magically answer her next question. Her energy is exhausting, endearing, and unmistakably sincere. She simply loves learning, loves people, and loves every strange discovery that comes with both.
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Once uncovered a buried spell beneath the campus greenhouse.
Spends her free time reading rocks like books
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-27-FA
Strain Name: Fossilweave Archive Vein
Magic: Can summon glimpses of ancient earth-bound memories. Bones and stones whisper forgotten truths.
Anric Fomolt
Demonoid | 17 | He/They
“Oh! Pardon. Did I overstep? How unfortunate."
Anric carries a morbid calm that settles over a room like a cold draft, his deadpan delivery making even harmless comments feel like omens.
He takes a quiet, unsettling pleasure in being right — especially when the truth is the last thing anyone wants to hear. Only then does he offer that thin, eerie smile, the kind that makes people rethink standing anywhere near him.
There’s no malice in his demeanor, just an unnerving certainty, as if he’s already considered every worst-case scenario and found them all amusing. Truly… it’s best to keep a wide berth. Something about Anric feels less like a student and more like a demon politely borrowing a uniform.
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His mud-bonded boots are technically alive.
Claims he can talk to puddles.
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Designation: Strain-Ρ-31-GR
Strain Name: Galedrop Responder Strain
Magic: Draws sluggish, heavy magic from mud and peat to bind, trap, and slow others.
Galla Grenth
Tiefling | 14 | They/Them
“Draw it out or something."
Galla moves through conversations with a gentle strangeness, humming mid-thought as if tuning their mind back into place.
Friendly and odd in equal measure, they treat mud, sand, and dirt as extensions of emotion — a medium where feelings make more sense than words ever could.
When someone is overwhelmed, Galla simply hands them a patch of earth and invites them to draw, quietly insisting that silence will do more good than talking. They read patterns in smudged lines and fingerprints the way others read facial expressions. Beneath their soft eccentricity is a steady calm, a grounded presence that turns the messiest emotions into something tangible, touchable, and safe.
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Hosts weekly “pot parties” for enchanted ceramics.
Once sculpted a tea set that danced during exams.
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Designation: Strain-Ζ-16-CM
Strain Name: Claychant Molding Lineage
Magic: Can manipulate and animate clay with song. Creations obey until dry.