SPIRITUAL/MEMORY STRAIN STUDENTS

Diana is stoic, brilliant, and composed to the edge of cruelty. She doesn’t gossip, she doesn’t joke, and she doesn’t explain herself.

 

Her presence is striking — a celestial figure who commands respect without lifting a finger. Cold and unreadable, Diana doesn’t seek the spotlight or fight for recognition.

 

Instead, she stands quietly at Arpi’s side, sharp-eyed and unshakable, offering judgment with nothing more than a glance. Most don’t dare speak against her, unsure whether her silence is indifference or something far more dangerous. She doesn’t crave power. She already holds it.

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She glows faintly in candlelight.

One of the few true celestial-kin.

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Designation:  Strain-Σ-01-LU
Strain Name: Luminarch Class: Celestial Alignment
Magic: Perfect spiritual alignment allows her to amplify celestial spells and bend light for divine clarity. Her presence improves the accuracy of enchantments cast nearby.

Cyrathael moves with mournful dignity, her stillness so complete it can feel eerie to watch.

 

She never rushes — not in her steps, not in her words, not even when tears gather and fall with quiet restraint. There’s a sense that time slips past her differently, leaving her always a step behind the world around her.

 

Whether this distance is grief, acceptance, or something deeper is hard to say, but Cyrathael carries it with a grace that makes even her slowness feel intentional.

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Her shawl once sang a lullaby for the dead. She says it only does that when the wind grieves.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-14-DT
Strain Name: Dirgelace Threadveil
Magic: Can weave grief into threads of memory, stitching lost moments into garments.

Xellavir carries a delicate strangeness that unsettles before it softens, her presence marked by the faint scent of wilted violets.

 

She speaks in growls more often than words, communicating through animalistic sounds, grunts, and instinctive reactions that don’t always align with human expectation. Arguments confuse her — sometimes she forgets that biting is no longer an acceptable solution, catching herself too late with a frustrated huff.

 

Social norms feel like a leash she never asked for, tight and unfamiliar, yet she tries earnestly to obey it. Xellavir does her best to stay still, to behave, to be a good dog — even when every instinct tells her otherwise.

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Grew a ghost garden from forgotten apologies. Watered only by their tears.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-17-HB
Strain Name: Hauntskein Bloomline
Magic: Animates flower petals with memory fragments, each bloom whispering past regrets.​

Voenith moves with a soft, reverent presence, his voice low as if raised tones might disturb something sacred.

 

He sees graveyards as libraries, places of memory and knowledge rather than fear, and treats them with quiet respect. It’s not uncommon to find him in the academy’s most unsettling locations, lingering where others refuse to go.

 

While most students avoid those spaces instinctively, Voenith seems drawn to them, listening patiently to what they have to offer. To him, the past is not something to flee from — it’s something to be read carefully, one resting place at a time.

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Collects the last words of buildings. One day they’ll write a book that can't be spoken aloud.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-23-WC
Strain Name: Whisperwound Channel Type
Magic: Draws lingering words from places of sorrow and binds them into charm-threads.

Unthrall carries an intense, honor-bound presence, his expression marked by something visibly haunted.

 

He treats every duel like a funeral, pausing before each battle to deliver a solemn eulogy in case one of the fighters doesn’t survive.

 

To others, it’s unsettling, excessive, even morbid — proof that he’s a bit of a weird kid. But to Unthrall, it’s respect, a way of acknowledging the weight of violence before it happens. He doesn’t fight for glory or thrill; he fights with reverence, as if every clash is already a remembrance.

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Fought himself to a draw in front of the whole academy. Neither version spoke afterward.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-20-EB
Strain Name: Echostrike Boundlight
Magic: Summons flickering ghost-clones mid-duel. Each copy holds the emotion of a different memory.

Vex moves through the academy with a whispery, unsettling presence, her voice soft enough to make people lean in despite themselves.

 

She always knows who’s missing, noticing absences before roll is ever called, and she’s often the first to mention when a classmate is gone again. When she speaks of those no longer around, her words are gentle and respectful, as if she’s keeping their memory warm.

 

Even so, there’s something deeply eerie about her — the way she watches, the timing of her observations, the calm certainty in her tone. Most people dislike Vex, unsettled by how closely she seems to track loss, but she never seems to mind. She remembers them anyway.

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Keeps unlit candles labeled with names no one recalls.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-26-NC
Strain Name: Netherwhorl Calling Strain
Magic: Calls lost names through candleflame. Each wick remembers a soul.

Mo carries a brooding stillness paired with blunt, almost ruthless pragmatism. He knows how to say goodbye — not dramatically, not desperately, but with a finality that suggests long practice.

 

Ever since he severed his soul, fear has lost its grip on him entirely; nothing startles, nothing truly threatens.

 

His words are plain, his reactions measured, and his presence unsettling in its calm acceptance of endings. Mo doesn’t chase attachment or avoid loss — he understands both too well, and that understanding has left him unflinchingly unafraid of whatever comes next.

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Performed his own severance rite at age eleven. It’s never grown back.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-31-GS
Strain Name: Gravemark Severance Type
Magic: Severs soul-threads from places and objects. Used to exorcise or cleanse haunted space.

Quel carries herself with thoughtful formality and a quiet spiritual devotion that shapes everything she does.

 

She believes memory is a form of prayer, something to be honored, repeated, and preserved with care. Ash holds deep meaning for her — she paints with it, draws with it, and keeps a small pouch close at all times, along with a box of matches.

 

To others it may seem unsettling, but to Quel, ash is reverence made tangible, a reminder of what was and what remains. Her rituals are deliberate, her faith unwavering, and every mark she leaves feels like an act of remembrance rather than creation.

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Renders funerals in ash so they may happen again.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-18-AM
Strain Name: Ashdrift Murmuration Line
Magic: Shapes ashes into drifting memory forms that replay sacred rites.

Mort carries a wistful, cryptic air, her kindness buried beneath layers of stubborn restraint.

 

She remembers what others choose to forget, holding onto old moments and discarded truths whether they want her to or not.

 

Most of the time she comes off rude and grumpy, her words clipped and her patience thin. Yet beneath that cold exterior is a quiet compassion — if something truly touches her, she’ll offer advice without hesitation, blunt but sincere. Mort doesn’t soften easily, but when she does, it’s because she believes the moment is worth remembering.

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Can unravel lies by stroking the air. It leaves fingerprints.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-22-FR
Strain Name: Fuguebrand Remnant Path
Magic: Tracks the aftermath of trauma as visible threads. They bloom when touched.

Thavik moves through the academy with a gentle, absent-minded warmth, his thoughts often drifting toward memories only he seems to hear.

 

Deeply nostalgic, he braids blessings into quiet corners, leaving small kindnesses tucked away where they’re needed most.

 

He always makes sure to give everyone a chance, meeting people with patience rather than judgment. A genuine sweetheart, Thavik carries an earnest kindness that makes him the cinnamon bun of the class — soft, comforting, and impossible not to protect.

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Their blanket they always carry around hums if you're lonely.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-25-WE
Strain Name: Whispercoil Eidolon Weft
Magic: Casts enchantments by weaving old lullabies into strands of hair or thread.

Ashe moves with precise, icy intent, every action deliberate and unyielding. Cold and relentless, they fear nothing except forgetting — the idea of losing knowledge, memory, or control terrifies them far more than any threat ever could.

 

Their cruelty is unapologetic; Ashe is openly rude, dismissive, and utterly indifferent to the feelings of others. People are not companions to them, but material — flesh and minds to be tested, observed, and dismantled in the pursuit of understanding.

 

Empathy has no place in their worldview, only utility, and spending time with others is valuable only insofar as it provides something to experiment on. Ashe doesn’t pretend otherwise, and that honesty makes them all the more dangerous to be near.

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His dorm is lined with shelves of glowing orbs. Some of them whisper in sleep.

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Designation: Strain-Σ-30-EA
Strain Name: Eidensoul Archive Vein
Magic: Records entire lives into glass spheres. Cracks release visions in dream-sound.