ILLUSORY STRAIN STUDENTS

Ilessen carries herself with an artful, carefully curated mystery, her presence quiet but unmistakably intentional.

 

She speaks almost exclusively in riddles, each sentence layered with meanings that never quite settle into clarity. It’s clear she knows far more than she allows herself to reveal — or perhaps more than she can.

 

Rumors trail behind her, whispering that her speech is cursed, bound to twist truth into riddled phrasing no matter how hard she tries to speak plainly. Whether limitation or protection, Ilessen wears it gracefully, letting ambiguity become both her shield and her signature.

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Created an entire garden out of illusions that wilted at sunset.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-12-DC
Strain Name: Dreamvein Cascade Line
Magic: Projects illusions that subtly mimic the viewer’s expectations, causing them to trust or follow what they see.

Barnel bursts into every conversation with flamboyant confidence, treating each sentence like a contest he fully intends to win.

 

Intuitive and sharp, he reads reactions quickly, adjusting his tone and words to keep himself firmly in control of the exchange. His ego is unapologetic — he truly believes he’s the best, and sees no reason to pretend otherwise.

 

Yet there’s something unnerving beneath the bravado: sometimes, mid-sentence, he will simply stop, lock eyes with you, and stare in silence. No explanation, no farewell — just a lingering look before he turns and leaves completely, as if whatever he saw in that moment told him all he needed to know.

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Narrates his own dreams, out loud, mid-class.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-18-HG
Strain Name: Hallovox Glimmerform
Magic: Alters vocal tone to overlay emotional illusions—laughter that causes joy, sighs that trigger doubt.​

Fossel moves through conversations with anxious restraint, fading neatly into the background until the exact moment she decides to speak.

 

Beneath that nervous exterior is a calculating mind working at an almost terrifying speed, quietly dissecting tone, posture, hesitation, and silence.

 

She listens far more than she talks, piecing together others’ deepest worries and unspoken traumas with unsettling accuracy. When Fossel finally makes herself heard, it’s precise and intentional, often landing too close to truths people didn’t realize they were revealing. She doesn’t pry out of cruelty — analysis is simply how she survives — but being seen so clearly by her can feel deeply uncomfortable all the same.

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Has an ongoing bet about how many people she can pretend to be in one day. The record is seven.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-14-WD
Strain Name: Wispthread Disguise Variant
Magic: Casts momentary identity blurs that make her appear as multiple people or none at all.

Enloris carries a sharp, curious intellect, the kind that never stops probing at the edges of certainty. He delights in unraveling paradoxes during casual conversation, turning idle talk into quiet thought experiments that leave others blinking in confusion.

 

Mysteries are his favorite pastime, not because he expects answers, but because he’s convinced the questions matter more.

 

Enloris firmly believes there are far more universes out there than the academy could ever account for, and he speaks of them with calm conviction, as though he’s already brushed against their edges.

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Can argue both sides of any illusion—and believe neither.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-11-MF
Strain Name: Mirroweave Foldline Type
Magic: Folds perception like origami, allowing others to “see” different truths from the same angle.

Lysair moves with a serene calm that feels faintly wrong, as though her stillness hides something watching from just beneath the surface.

 

She often whispers to her own reflection, murmuring conversations no one else can hear or understand. Her presence unsettles rooms without effort, not through threat but through quiet dissonance.

 

Lysair doesn’t seek attention, yet it bends toward her anyway, drawn by the sense that she knows something others have not yet realized.

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Claimed to have seen a lie take root. No one knows what it means.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-16-VR
Strain Name: Veilthread Ripple Echo
Magic: Illusions ripple outward from them in pulses, distorting surroundings until stilled.

Feyman moves through the academy with bold, theatrical flair, delighting in spectacle and the chaos it leaves behind.

 

She trails confused rumors for sport, half-truths and embellished moments scattered in her wake like props from an unfinished play. 

 

Yet beneath the drama is a quiet dislocation — ever since she claims to have seen The One Who Watches, something in her shifted. She’s often somewhere else now, eyes unfocused, attention slipping just past the present moment. Feyman still performs, still smiles, but there’s a sense that she’s slightly lost, acting from memory rather than certainty, as if part of her never quite came back.

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Her illusions once triggered a school-wide ghost panic. She insists it was art.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-13-SD
Strain Name: Shadowgleam Disruptive Class
Magic: Casts glamours into shadows, confusing movement and echo placement.

Sea carries a clever, composed calm that makes his quiet competitiveness easy to overlook. His illusions whisper their victories rather than announce them, subtle reminders that he’s already succeeded before anyone notices.

 

He’s a silent presence around the academy, often found in the same spot day after day, as if leaving would break something delicate. 

 

Faculty members have taken a noticeable interest in him, frequently stopping to speak with him in hushed tones, a detail others can’t help but notice. Whether Sea remains still out of preference or purpose is unclear, but it’s evident he’s being watched just as closely as he watches the world around him.

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Once turned the dining hall into a reflecting pool. No one noticed for four hours.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-17-LO
Strain Name: Lightcurve Overlay System
Magic: Specializes in illusions of light bending—cloaking, heat mirages, and false brilliance.

Ethael carries a distant, softly spooky air, existing slightly apart from the world even when they’re clearly within it.

 

They’re often found perched atop trees, legs dangling as they read books, fold origami, or simply watch everything unfold below with quiet detachment. There’s an ease to their solitude, as if height and distance make things simpler.

 

Yet beneath that calm is something unspoken — their fur bears many scars, old and unmistakable, each one a question left unanswered. No one knows where they came from, and Ethael has never offered an explanation. Whatever marked them, it’s something they carry in silence, just like everything else.

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Claims to have conversations with past versions of classmates. Keeps transcripts.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-15-SM
Strain Name: Spectral Misalign Thread
Magic: Generates perceptual echoes of events moments before or after they happen.

Sylkaen moves with an intuitive, emotionally precise awareness, reading people the way others read books. She often plays with minds deliberately, nudging thoughts, memories, and perceptions just enough to see how they bend.

 

Her life is a complete mystery — no past spoken of, no origins confirmed — and even after being at the academy for a long time, very little about her has ever surfaced.

 

She speaks, sometimes quietly, of wanting to return home, though she never explains where that is or what it means. There’s a resignation in her acceptance, an understanding that going back isn’t simple, or perhaps isn’t possible at all. Sylkaen lingers in that in-between state, sharp-eyed and composed, already aware of certain truths.

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Her presence causes déjà vu. Once left a room before entering.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-19-VG
Strain Name: Velvetlash Glamour Strain
Magic: Creates illusions that trigger memory loops—brief relivings of familiar actions.

Grravel carries a wry, philosophical air, observing the world with a sharpness that sometimes feels a little too precise.

 

He knows how to make silence loud, letting pauses linger just long enough to say more than words ever could.

 

Despite that intensity, he’s genuinely fun to be around — the kind of person who knows exactly how to host a lazy, comfortable party where nothing is forced and everyone can relax. Grravel balances insight with ease, depth with humor, creating spaces where people feel both seen and at rest, whether they realize it or not.

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Once hosted a birthday party that no one remembers attending. There are photos.

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Designation: Strain-Τ-20-GD
Strain Name: Gloomlight Disruption Index
Magic: Distorts emotional perception—can make a room feel haunted or joyous with subtle spells.