STELLAR ACCORD COUNCIL

Cool and composed, Victor is often seen but rarely heard. He keeps to himself, drifting like a shadow through the academy halls. When he speaks, it’s brief and impersonal — the kind of short small talk that leaves no trace of his presence.

 

Few can claim to have had a meaningful conversation with him. Many note the way his gaze seems to look through people, especially those from less prominent magical lineages.

 

He is always perfectly put together, as though even his silences are deliberate.

A dramatic figure known for her poetic voice and affinity for riddles. Thessela is often seen rehearsing mysterious melodies or reciting half-finished lines from forgotten songs. She's popular among more artistic students, who admire her strange aura and elegant flair.

 

Others find her unsettling, especially when she speaks in verses no one understands. She enjoys being the center of quiet attention — never loud, but always radiant.

Rhylin rarely speaks. When he does, his voice carries the weight of someone who measures every word. Towering and sharp-eyed, he often seems more like a sculpture than a student. He’s best known for his refusal to engage in casual conversation — or any conversation at all, unless necessary.

 

When he walks into a room, most people instinctively move aside. It’s unclear whether his disdain for others is intentional or simply his nature.

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Matter of fact.

The more he Hates you, the more you will hear his Growl.

Always wrapped in glamor, Lyska is rarely seen in the same form twice. Her presence is felt like mist — drifting, reflective, and difficult to define.

 

She often speaks of mirrors, reflections, and versions of herself from elsewhere.

 

Though friendly in a cool, cryptic way, her conversations tend to loop, leaving people unsure what was actually said. Many suspect she knows far more than she lets on, and more than a few students claim she’s appeared behind them without a sound.

Daryn is an unnerving presence — gentle, yes, but strange in a way no one can quite name.

 

Her skin is pale as starlight, her eyes rarely blink, and she never sleeps — or so they say. She’s soft-spoken but known to fixate on others with an intensity that makes people falter.

 

Some describe her as a bit of a stalker, noting she’s been caught following students a few times — enough to earn quiet warnings from faculty. She often speaks of “growing things that shouldn’t be” and has an unsettling fondness for collecting things no one else can see.

A name every student knows — and no one has ever seen.

 

Orrix is the current Crown of the Council, the first seat, and perhaps the last. Rumors of his deeds ripple through the halls, but no known records confirm his appearance, voice, or class attendance.

 

Some say he doesn’t walk Vanorra’s grounds at all, only appears in moments of celestial authority. His name is often spoken in reverence, or fear — and always quietly. The name of the one who shall not be spoken on~