SHADOW STRAIN STUDENTS

Shadow Hexed | 16 | She/Her

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“More quiet than the broken, less hi-”

Liraen carries an unsettling stillness, the kind that makes a room feel watched even when she hasn’t moved.

 

Observant to a fault, she studies people with a quiet, piercing calm, offering only riddles when she chooses to speak at all.

 

Her words drift into the air like unfinished spells — cut off mid-sentence as she slips away without a sound. Anyone hoping to find her quickly learns there’s no point. Liraen vanishes like breath in winter, leaving only questions behind.

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Rumored to sleep under her bed instead of in it. Often seen where no one placed her.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-14-WV
Strain Name: Whispershade Veil Line
Magic: Bends shadow around herself to vanish from sight. Leaves behind the illusion of still presence.

Dog Beast-Folk | 17 | He/Him

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“Surprise them. That's all.”

Corvyn carries a dry, understated humor that slips into conversations like a quiet challenge, rarely smiling but always watching.

 

And when that rare smile does appear, it’s enough to stop a room — sharp, unexpected, and impossible to forget. Loyal to the bone, he stands with a steadiness that demands respect rather than asks for it.

 

One of the few beast folk openly adored by students and staff alike, Corvyn never played by the rules that tried to define him. Instead, he shattered them — not with rebellion, but by succeeding in every place the system expected him to fail. He didn’t just survive the structure built to limit him. He broke it, and walked out admired.

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Once caught a thief by casting their own shadow back at them.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-19-NH
Strain Name: Nightshroud Haunting Type
Magic: Can conjure silent silhouettes that follow others at a delay, mimicking past movements.​

Mist Born | 15 | He/They

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“Shhh. SHHHH.”

Thalen moves with a quiet, analytical sharpness, observing more than he ever lets on. He rarely speaks, and when he does, it’s only when shadows gather — as if the dark pulls his voice forward while the light pushes it away.

 

Lamps irritate him, bright rooms exhaust him, and he’ll quietly snuff out any glow that lingers too long.

 

His mind works best in dimness, where thoughts sharpen and truths settle into clearer shapes. Thalen isn’t unfriendly; he’s simply tuned to a different wavelength — one where silence thrives and the dark feels like home.

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Known for whispering to his cloak. It sometimes whispers back.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-23-HD
Strain Name: Hollowmark Drift Vein
Magic: Absorbs light from reflective surfaces and stores it as magical silence.

Fea | 16 | She/They

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“Or maybe you did not listen well enough?”

Solt speaks in layers, every word a performance with a hidden thread woven just beneath the surface. Curious and theatrical, she delights in misdirection — offering truths disguised as jokes, jokes disguised as warnings, and warnings dressed up as charm.

 

Nothing she says ever lands only once; her sentences fold in on themselves, revealing second meanings long after she’s already walked away.

 

Solt’s presence is lively, enigmatic, and slightly exhausting, a puzzle that continues rearranging itself just when you think you’ve solved her.

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Known to trap gossip in candlewax shadows.

 

Collects silhouettes like others collect trinkets.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-20-MW
Strain Name: Mirrorbind Whisper Flux
Magic: Uses reflected shadows in glass and metal to tether illusions. Often misleads sight or sound.

Changeling | 14 | She/Her​

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“You. . . What-"

Cirelle moves with a fragile gentleness, kindness radiating from her even when she can’t quite meet anyone’s eyes.

 

Painfully shy, she speaks in hesitant fragments, her voice often retreating before her thoughts can finish forming. Most of what she wants to say ends up in her notes instead — tidy scribbles, careful margins, and pages full of the conversations she can’t bring herself to have aloud.

 

Her internal monologues are rich, emotional, and endlessly detailed, but they rarely make it past her lips. Cirelle is a quiet presence, warm but nervous, expressing herself best in ink rather than sound.

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Rumor has it she wrote a love spell no one could read. It’s still active.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-16-DI
Strain Name: Dimmervow Inkline
Magic: Writes sigils in black fog that only show under moonlight. Used for delayed spells or confessions.

Human | 13 | He/Him​

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“Yes. No- Wait. No- no no- That. . I meant- yes. ."

Erek lives in a constant state of second-guessing, his body twitching with the tension of moments he’s already halfway reliving. Awkward and jittery, he tends to get caught replaying small mistakes — a word said wrong, a glance held too long — looping them internally until he can’t tell if he’s reacting to now or a version of now he already rewound.

 

He always thinks before he rewinds, but that thinking rarely steadies him; it just makes him more anxious about choosing the “right” moment to redo.

 

Conversations with Erek come with pauses, flickers, and resets, as though he’s editing himself in real time. For him, every second is a draft he’s still trying to get right.

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Has three watches, all slightly off.

 

Carries chalk for memory correction.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-28-NR
Strain Name: Nullpath Reversal Strain
Magic: Steps backward through his shadow to repeat brief moments.

Yuan-Ti | 17 | They/Them​

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“That is why you are not loved. Simple."

Hayly speaks with an eloquence that turns even simple remarks into something lyrical, often drifting into tragic, poetic phrasing that feels more suited to a mourning hall than a hallway chat.

 

They treat silence as something sacred — a space for memory, meaning, and all the emotions too delicate to disturb with careless words.

 

Deeply rooted in their culture, Hayly carries its traditions with quiet pride, and when someone insults or misunderstands it, they respond not with anger but with a too-wide smile that unsettles more than any argument ever could. Their grace is sharp, their calm unwavering, and their poetry always just a little heartbreaking.

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Their shadow weeps even when they don’t.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-31-GB
Strain Name: Griefroot Bleedform
Magic: Cries shadows from wounds that never heal, using them to blind or bind foes.

Hobgoblin | 16 | She/Her​

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“Aren't you but a sweet little one?"

Sareth carries a razor-edged presence, every movement precise and every word chosen like a blade. Prickly and sharp, she doesn’t bother with warnings — if someone crosses a line, they’ll know it the moment she turns her head.

 

Her smile is a dagger: thin, cold, and promising nothing good.

 

There’s a venom in her tone, in her silences, even in the way she watches a room, assessing which part to cut first. Sareth isn’t dramatic about it; she’s simply poison in every sense of the word — quiet, controlled, and lethally honest.

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Once defeated three upperclassmen by whispering their own fears back at them.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-29-VI
Strain Name: Vantablade Interlace Line
Magic: Projects shadow weapons that vanish unless directly looked at. Used for illusion duels and sneak attacks.

Shade | 16 | She/Her​

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“Look behind you."

Thryssa moves with a stillness that feels almost sacred, her presence serene and her temper slow to rise.

 

When she speaks, her voice drifts like fog — soft, enveloping, and impossible to hold onto, as if the meaning is meant to be felt rather than caught.

 

Despite her mastery over shadow, she handles it with a surprising delicacy, shaping darkness the way someone afraid of spiders might work with spider silk: steady hands, cautious breath, and a quiet respect for what could go wrong. Thryssa is gentle not because she lacks power, but because she understands it too well.

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Responsible for the Silent Festival prank. Still denies everything.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-17-QE
Strain Name: Quietroot Eclipsing Type
Magic: Can silence areas entirely by spreading her shadow along walls and floors.

Elven Tiefling | 17 | He/Him​

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“Beauty in Pain."

Jareth carries a brooding gravity that enters the room before he does, all shadowed intensity and soft, intentional sighs.

 

He treats gloom like an art form and dread like a kind of romance — something poetic, tragic, and worth savoring. Conversations with him feel like monologues from a doomed play, each line delivered with heavy meaning and a faraway stare.

 

And when emotions rise or things don’t go his way, he doesn’t argue; he simply executes a dramatic exit, cloak swirling, footsteps echoing like a closing curtain. Jareth lives for atmosphere, mourns for beauty, and thrives in the kind of lingering melancholy he calls home.

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Has a crow companion named “Numb.” It only flies when no one looks. Or so he says.

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Designation: Strain-Κ-26-SD
Strain Name: Sablechain Dread Pulse
Magic: Binds chains of fear between objects, people, and places. Manifested as black smoke links.