Creative Corner

[center][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/5654/f/2014/253/a/a/arrow_right_by_drawn_mario-d7yqvvu.gif[/img][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/skin/2199115]go to the accent shop[/url][color=transparent]xxxxxxxxxxx[/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045]go to the dorms[/url] [img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/379e/f/2014/253/d/f/arrow_left_by_drawn_mario-d7yqvjz.gif[/img] [center][font=arial][size=6][b]THE RAGNOL VANGUARD[/b][/size][/font] [font=georgia][size=2](( It is OK to post! )) [/size][/center] [left][font=georgia]The students’ center, like the library, is a dark grey hall built in a traditional fashion with high walls of roughly speckled stones. Two imposing sculpted gargoyles rise on either side of the stairs, but the left one has a party hat tilted jauntily on its head while the right seems to be wearing someone’s old green rain jacket and froggy boots. Inside, the cafe is bustling with activity as students skitter about in clumps. On the left wall, beside the mailboxes, there is a corkboard covered in a few layers of colorful flyers, some pinned so precariously that they’re fluttering as if about to fall. You walk closer to read more. [b]Flyer 1[/b] seems to be a promotional pamphlet like the kind they hand out in the admissions office. However, something else is scrawled in glittery gold sharpie on the bottom half of the flyer. [quote][font=georgia][i]"Welcome to Ragnol College, a small private college nestled on the white limestone cliffs just a few miles north of the Beacon, Sunbeam Ruins' largest urban area. Ragnol is well known for its architecture department, innovative biology programs, and its plentiful field research opportunities. Students from far and wide come to learn and grow in Ragnol's libraries, laboratories, and lecture halls. WHEN WILL THE ADMINISTRATION TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT THEY DID TO THE TIME-TRAVELING KID? THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE!!!! #JUSTICEFORRONAN[/i][/quote] [font=georgia][b]Flyer 2[/b] looks to be advertising some sort of sports team. There’s a pair of long, square-bladed oars crossing the page, along with sparse text. [quote][font=georgia][i]Are you an athlete looking to advance in a high-intensity, competitive team sport? Do you love the water? Love to rip fat ergos? IT’S TIME TO GET IN THE BOAT. Tryouts this Saturday at the Martain boat house. BE THERE.[/i][/quote] [font=georgia][b]Flyer 3[/b] must be for some new club. It’s stunningly well designed, with beautiful floral art curling around the edges of the page. [quote][font=georgia][i]Biodiversity Club: You don’t have to be a life sciences major to care about the Earth! We do plant species restoration, fundraisers and awareness events, invasive species removal, and lots of other related activities. Always looking for members. Interested? Email mvasiliou23@ragnol.edu for more details!! Snacks provided at every meeting!![/i][/quote] [font=georgia]As you’re reading, a loud voice rings through the hall. It’s a [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=34881653]short and stocky kid with tan skin and bleach blonde hair[/url] holding an enormous stack of newspapers. He even has a megaphone with him, which makes him obscenely noisy in the already echo-prone room. “Ragnol Vanguard, get yours here! Hot off the printing press, only barely damp from the rain! Get yours here, free for students. Campus news, we got it!” You’ll take a copy, since you’re here. Why not, right?

[center][b]LORE DIRECTORY (Character Profiles)[/b][/center] [columns][color=transparent].......................................................................[/color][nextcol][b]>> Crimson House[/b][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=189045&did=36796043][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/367961/36796043.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol] Keter Wang - Undergrad - Biochemistry, pre-med [i]ferocious - ambitious - isolated[/i] [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=34881653][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/348817/34881653.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]Wolfram Anselin - Undergrad - Geochemistry, journalism [i]tenacious - audacious - foolish[/i] [/columns] [columns][color=transparent].......................................................................[/color][nextcol][b]>> Caltha House[/b][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=29734786][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/297348/29734786.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]Adonai Abadi - Undergrad - Theology/Comparative Literature [i]daydreamer - dedicated - creative[/i] [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=38601841][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/386019/38601841.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol] Dagmar Møller - Undergrad - Ancient literature [i]determined - private - confident[/i] [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=35321981][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/353220/35321981.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol] Ronan Deon Auriga - ??? - Literature [i]confused - bitter - jaded[/i] [/columns] [columns][color=transparent].......................................................................[/color][nextcol][b]>> Bryon House[/b][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=40765648][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/407657/40765648.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]Ruka Riesling - Undergrad - History [i]trait - trait - trait[/i] [/columns] [columns][color=transparent].......................................................................[/color][nextcol][b]>> Professors and Staff[/b][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=26553735][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/265538/26553735.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol] Meleager Blazhe - Campus gardener, ecology professor [i]lighthearted - dedicated - observant[/i] [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=21513183][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/215132/21513183.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]Orison Akira - Biomedical science professor [i]enthusiastic - analytical - cowardly[/i] [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=35296600][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/352967/35296600.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]Matt Murdock - Professor of criminal law - Caltha House advisor [i]sensitive - mysterious - witty[/i][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=32991463][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/329915/32991463.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]James Morello - Campus pharmacist and doctor [i]patient - charming - independent[/i] [/columns] [columns][color=transparent].......................................................................[/color][nextcol][b]>> No Ragnol Affiliation[/b][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=189045&tab=dragon&did=44182791][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/441828/44182791.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent].......[nextcol]Favilla (Fau) - Owner of the Eventide Poppy House [i]shrewd - businesslike - deceiving[/i] [/columns]

[b]>> student profile: keter #36796043[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36796043] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/367961/36796043_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]KETER, the ICONOCLAST[/b] [i]> biochem undergrad[/i][/center] [center]"Left Decency at the Door"[/center] Sprawled in his chair, Keter thumbed the ridges on his soda bottle thoughtfully, then pulled his room key out of his back pocket and cracked off the cap with a [i]snick[/i]. The bent bottle cap tumbled to the rug, clattering on the linoleum before settling. He eyed it disdainfully, making no move to pick it up. Keter turned his gaze onto Paolo, but his third eye seemed to glance past him at the door. Keter lifted the bottle to his lips and drank, one eye still on the other boy the whole time. Paolo scanned the small dorm room nervously. Keter was sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles; his right boot was crusted with something or the other. Bacta solution, perhaps, or plasma. "So what is it that you wanted to ask me, anyway? Be quick, someone's coming down the hall," Keter said, stretching his legs out. Before Paolo could open his mouth to respond, there was a quick one-two-three rap on the door. Keter carelessly slammed his soda bottle down on the messy and pitted coffee table. "Wolfram!" he called out towards the door. "I know it's you. The hell you want? I'm busy." The handle turned and Wolfram's familiar face poked through. Paolo craned his neck to look behind Wolfram into the hallway, but no one was there. Wolfram was wearing a battered maroon [i]Ragnol Vanguard[/i] hoodie, his camera hanging around his neck. Keter pointed with an accusatory finger. "Don't bring that camera in here," he warned. "We're not on good enough terms for that." Wolfram pulled the camera up over his head and set it by the door, stepping in with his hands held up as if Keter was pointing a gun at him. "Gotcha, mate. I'm only here to ask about yesterday–" he paused, blinking at Paolo as if he had just realized that the younger boy was there. "Someone saw you in Clematis Lab last evening. She said you had– well, [i]resurrected[/i] something. Her words, not mine. Anyway, a janitor was mopping up bloody bacta and glass shards all this morning. The prof slammed his door in my face. People are a little frightened." "Wouldn't be the first time," Keter snorted. "Anyway, what I do is none of your business. Really, what's so different about this and any other premed student's idiotic thesis research? You've seen plenty of hacked-up sh*t in your time here. So has Prof Orison. It's part of the [i]job[/i]. Don't think that just because–" "It's about Ronan again, isn't it," Wolfram hissed. His arms were crossed over his chest. Although Keter was much taller than him, the red-eyed senior flinched back like a stung beast. "Don't lie. Off the record now–I'm not putting this crap into the daily campus news– but I bet you wish you could slice him open like one of your little constructs, huh?" Keter growled and the look in his eyes was positively ferocious. Paolo's heart skipped; he was witnessing something that he didn't want to get involved in. He scrambled to his feet and slipped out the door, pattering down the hallway without looking back. [center][b]NOTES [/b][/center] [size=4][b]»[/b][/size] even before ronan's re-emergence from the vault, keter grew a reputation for his arrogant and brutal attitude. ambitious from the start, keter is ruthless in all aspects of life and has few friends as a result. [size=4][b]»[/b][/size] although his biochem and premed classes keep him quite occupied, keter is a skilled archer and sharpshooter and has won several competitions in the past. [size=4][b]»[/b][/size] he believes that ronan has the ability to reshape the soul or essence of beings, thus changing their physical and mental appearance and capabilities. the power, which is mentioned in old hederosan texts, has become keter's obsession. [size=4][b]»[/b][/size] though he is loath to admit it, he admires wolfram's tenacity and incredible nerve. during their freshman year, the two may have hooked up at a party, but neither remember the incident. [b]likes[/b]: the smell of disinfectant, chlorine, the first surgical incision, thriller movies, when others are frightened of him [b]dislikes[/b]: daylight, history classes, long lectures, lost teeth, mountainous regions, being humiliated

[b]>> faculty profile: meleager #26553735[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26553735] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/265538/26553735_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]MELEAGER, the HEARTBROKEN[/b] [i]> campus groundskeeper, biology/ecology professor[/i] "Keep It Secret, Keep It Safe"[/center] Orison found him under the a trellis bending heavy with blooming star jasmine. Meleager was wearing yellow rain boots to protect his trousers from the morning dew. Even though it was mid-April and the air was pleasantly cool, the gardener had on a thick cream-colored scarf and a worn brown jacket. He was holding a pair of trimming shears in his right hand, but his left was trailing distractedly through the soft, heady-scented flowers as he looked up into the sky, absorbed in thought. "Meleager?" Orison called out as he shuffled through the well-kept grass. The shorter man jumped a little, dropping his garden shears as he pulled his hands close to himself, turning around in shock. Blinking momentarily as he saw Orison's face, Meleager bent down to pick up the dropped tool, then straightened up, smiling at his friend. "Good to see you out and about, Orison. Fresh air will do you good– I know you've been cooped up in the lab these past few weeks," the gardener said, running a finger under his scarf to loosen it. Orison caught a glimpse of a radiant golden pearl embedded in the hollow of his throat. "I thought I would find you here," Orison said. He shuffled his feet through the well-maintained grass, stirring up fallen white petals and dozing moths. The cool dampness coating the grass soaked through his shoes, but he didn't particularly mind. "You still think about him all the time?" The question, though rhetorical, slipped out unbidden. Meleager stilled, then sighed deeply, his eyes downcast. "Yes," he replied. "All the time. Every day. I'm more used to it now, though. It doesn't hurt much anymore, but I can't say I'm not hung up on it. I mean, he was here for so many years. He helped me plant the rosebushes in the courtyard of Mulhouse Hall. He bought me the trellis for this star jasmine. I can't stop seeing him everywhere I go." Orison hated giving people any kind of shock, regardless of whether it was good or bad. He worried his lip between his teeth, hesitating. "You haven't checked your mail today?" "No," Meleager mumbled. "You've got a letter. From him," Orison said. The words came out short and stuttering. Meleager looked up sharply. "Yasha?" The name hung in the air like a burning sigil. "Yes. I... left it in your mailbox, but I saw it. His handwriting is unmistakeable..." By the deities, why are you still talking? Orison scolded himself in his head. Look at the poor man, he looks like he's on the verge of tears already. Despite the calm weather and blooming plant life surrounding them, the air seemed to chill; even the leaves seemed to stop fluttering and tensed with bated breath as the gentle gardener shrunk ever smaller into the layers of his clothing. Meleager couldn't look Orison in the eye anymore. Instead he was focusing on the shape of the school's library in the distance, his brown eyes glinting with a telltale wetness. "I can't read it. Please, Orison, just..." He inhaled in a long breath, then let it out in a controlled manner, like he was counting down in his head. "Just burn it. I can't read it." "Sure," Orison replied, his voice soft. The chemistry professor already knew that he wouldn't be carrying through with his friend's request. The letter would sit safely in his desk until the day Meleager was ready to open it– because that day would come, perhaps not soon, but Orison would be ready for his friend when it did. [center][b]NOTES[/b][/center] [b]»[/b] the kind groundskeeper is known to students for being gentle-hearted and accepting; he is well-loved by students and faculty alike, and many come to him for advice on personal issues. [b]»[/b] although meleager is happy to discuss others' problems, he freezes up whenever people bring up his history or his personal life. the only thing that can truly make him upset is comments about his love life. [b]»[/b] due to his extensive duties as groundskeeper, he only teaches a few ecology and environmental science-related classes and labs; most other biology classes are covered by professor geiszler. meleager tends to the grounds (with the help of assistants and machinery), the ornamental gardens, and the greenhouses of the school as well as organizing the community vegetable garden. [b]likes:[/b] growing season, peat moss, succulents, marble statues, rococo art, beaches with pale sand [b]dislikes:[/b] scented candles, questions about his past, renaissance faires, mansions, cloudy days

[b]>> student profile: adonai #29734786[/b] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29734786] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/297348/29734786_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]ADONAI, the HIEROPHANT[/b] [i]> theology student[/i] "Hanging by a Thread"[/center] Adonai's head was starting to bob down toward his chest when Kintyre came through the stacks with a mug of tea and a strawberry danish. The theology student looked drowsier than normal, his eyes dark and unreadable under fluttering lids. "You alright?" she asked, nudging his shoulder. "I'm surprised you haven't fallen asleep yet. When was the last time you rested?" "Dunno," Adonai mumbled. He sighed and tilted forward till his cheek was resting on the book in front of him, his dreads pooling on the table and obscuring his face. "I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. A revelation!" he announced, words muffled. Kintyre drummed her fingers on the table, then nudged the pastry closer to Adonai's face. "And that would be...?" She'd heard this one a lot. Adonai was always close to something big, but it seemed like the trail ran dry every time he got close. Sometimes she wondered if it was a curse, or something else stopping him, stealing the last puzzle pieces from the shelves of the library before Adonai's hands could reach it. (But Ado was a dreamer, first and foremost, and she didn't want to stop him just because she believed in conspiracies.) Adonai lifted his head up and reached for Kintyre's tea, taking a long sip before replying. "Ronan. He's the key." He was hiding a big smile behind the Ragnol Roasters Cafe mug he was clutching. "And I think this time it's for real. We've never had such a concrete link to the deist writings before this. You know, the Baimon Concordat, the Red Column inscriptions, even the ancient Hederosan texts– they all reference an event like this. Just think! That all-important question– the nature of divinity– could be answered now." Kintyre laughed, then quickly covered her mouth, remembering the librarians just around the corner. "I haven't heard of any of the things you just said, buddy. The only literature I read is Sci-Fi." Adonai sighed, but not in a put-out way; Kintyre could tell that his mind was already wandering off elsewhere. Whether or not his path was futile, she could at least respect his dedication to knowledge and discovery and everything else in life. But it frightened her more than a little that he could just forget about time, responsibility, everything, so easily. She grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little more firmly. "You're gonna get there. Just... eat a snack or something, and please sleep before your next class. I gotta go back to the dorms." "Course, Kin. Thanks for looking out for me," Adonai replied as he focused again on the spread of books and papers in front of him. The clock on the wall behind him settled into 2:39 AM. [center][b]NOTES[/b][/center] [b]»[/b] adonai often feels unmoored and unsure of his place in the world. he tends to daydream, and has a few comforting ones, cultivated over time, that he likes to return to. [b]»[/b] he collects feathers, mostly for aesthetic value. sometimes madena will identify them for him and he'll spend the rest of the day thinking about angels with owl wings or osprey talons. [b]»[/b] he's painfully shy and awkward in front of new people. most of his friends are actually kintyre's friends, except for wolfram, whose brash extroversion couldn't be dampened by adonai's inability to form complete sentences around him or remember his name. [b]likes:[/b] dawn, oil paintings, chocolate, old movies, velvet, handcrafted jewelry [b]dislikes:[/b] boats and being on the water, strong perfume, public speaking, shattered glass, driving

[font=georgia][b]>> student profile: dagmar #38601841[/b] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38601841] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/386019/38601841_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=georgia][b]DAGMAR, the REDEEMER[/b] [i]psychology student[/i][/center] [font=georgia]It took a few moments for Dagmar’s vision to adjust to the sultry dimness of the room. A liquid bass line and a hint of some tenor’s mellow croon filtered between the bodies that crowded the space, all reduced to lounging shadows among sputtering gas lamps and gauzy silk curtains. Dagmar kept her head down, trying not to meet the curious, unhurried gazes of the den’s patrons. She caught a glimpse of round orange beads clicking around a delicately tattooed wrist, a stream of amber tea– still steaming– poured into a cup of hammered metal. The ruddy lantern light would sometimes reveal a familiar nose or lip, but as the shadows shifted, they would fade away into strangers again. Pushing her way through one last brocade curtain, Dagmar came upon a smaller hallway, this one even dimmer than the outer room.[i] Jeez, this gives me the creeps. It feels like I'm somewhere I shouldn't be,[/i] she thought, the scrap of paper in her fist growing damp with sweat. Dagmar flinched when a hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her back. A rough voice cut through the dark. “Where do you think you’re–” Dagmar raised her head, catching the speaker’s eyes as they widened. “Dagmar?” he said. A mop of curly black hair framed his unusually pale, freckled face– August from her psychology class, of all people. “August? What are you doing here?” Dagmar asked in a harsh whisper. August's hand dropped from her shoulder to her forearm. His face settled into a familiar scowl. “I work here. You’re the first person to recognize me in a couple months, so shut up about it, or my boss’ll hear.” He looked past her, then behind him to the door at the end of the hallway. “What are you doing back here? Looking for the bathroom? It’s on the other side–” Dagmar rolled her eyes. “No, and I didn’t just come here to laze around and get high on Angel’s Breath. I need to talk to... your boss, I guess. If he’s who I think he is.” August shook his head quickly, pushing Dagmar out toward the main room. “I can’t do that. He hates seeing Ragnol kids here. Just go and forget about all this.” Dagmar batted August off of her. He was nearly a head taller than her, but it surprised him enough for him to shut up and stand still for a moment. “I can’t just go,” she hissed. “I have to ask about my brother.” August stopped and tilted his head. “Chauncey?” Hearing someone else say his name sent an uneasy feeling dripping down her spine. “How did you know... what he was called?” “You mentioned it in a class discussion once.” He chewed his lip, glancing down the hallway again. Something about it must have changed his mind; he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I… alright. But it’s not my fault if the boss kicks you out.” August led her down to the unlabeled door, inserting a small bronze key into the lock and twisting it deftly, cracking the door open to spill a stream of light through the hall. He looked down, biting his cheek for a moment, then called, “Someone here to see you, Ronan.” [center][font=georgia][b]NOTES[/b][/center] [font=georgia] » dagmar had an older brother named chauncey who also attended ragnol. while biking to class, he was struck by a hit-and-run driver and killed. the two siblings were very close, and dagmar does not like to mention his death. » although she is often quite private and cold, dagmar is somehow quite popular. despite this she does not have any one individual who she considers her best friend. » she desperately wishes to be in love, but has trouble forming meaningful relationships. [b]likes:[/b] coffee, crosswords, jazz music, down blankets, wool knits, tropical fruit [b]dislikes:[/b] rainy days, sudoku, the smell of gasoline, unlit streetlamps, hard boiled eggs

[center][font=georgia][size=4]Student Snapshots Pt. 1: Boys of Ragnol [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/9d7b098d37db43265cfbb3ee0105be38/tumblr_pv4sv1z8Yu1wzjx2jo1_1280.png[/img][/center]