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Charles Xavier

COURT Seelie.
TITLE The Whispermage.
OCCUPATION N/A.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL N/A.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Glaem and his watchtower on the Cathraon Plains (and a key to a house in Maupertius, but few people know about that.)

SUMMARY
At the beginning of the timeskip, Charles helped the Seelie forces at the Battle of An Càrn Dubh by recreating the image of the fallen dragon Sura and using his telepathy to spread dissent among the Unseelie ranks and dissuade people from fighting. The suffering of the people around him and the extent to which he pushed himself (while using his shard) took a large toll on him, especially when he called out to Erik Lehnsherr for help after being shot.

On the one hand, it encouraged the two mutants to mend a rift they'd only skirted over, which is tied to Charles deeper issues (see: information). On the other, he started to realize that winning in the Drabwurld wasn't going to be quite like what it was back home.

In the following year, Charles focused on socialising and gaining a reasonable amount of influence and power within the Seelie Court. He took on a quest from Lancelot and chased off Unseelie soldiers from the borders of Glaschu. Along with better exploring his telepathy, he was booned astral projection, and in the latter half of the year began to explore the magical potential his shard lent him (which can account for the months that aren't listed below.) By the end of the timeskip, he'll have finished construction of his watchtower on the Cathraon Plains and will be implementing his skillset to become the spymaster for Marchioness Hermione Granger.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - Charles helped the search and rescue missions via astral projection and later providing assistance in his physical form.
APRIL - Thanks to the dream harp, he embarassingly yelled about his feelings to Erik and was grumpy for the rest of the month thanks to everyone's mind yelling EMOTIONS!!! at him.
MAY - Mostly concerned about the sudden disappearance of the monarchs along with everyone else and hunting with Hermione and Snow White for golden swans.

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUN Charles will be heading along to the Treun tourney to cheer on the friends who are participating.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

OCT - Drinking, dancing and revelry at Samhain.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

DEC - During Yule he was turned into a rabbit by the White Hart and spent the period being protected by Erik in Maupertius. He later returned on Christmas Day when he was given Floo powder by Hermione.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

These months were spent building a watchtower on the Cathraon Plains, including some brief downtime thanks to an attack by the skeletons of warriors past. Thankfully Charles turned that to his advantage.

( codes by whambam )

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Keep me company? It's a boring trudge. [Charles offers a quick, this time close-lipped smile. It ends up looking like more of a grimace thanks to the snowflakes flying into his eyes.] And I do like to see how different magical traditions - or whatever you may want to call it - work. It's still relatively new to me after four months and I'm always seeking to learn more.

I had never thought magic to exist in any...raw form until I arrived here. [Always so structured. Poets must be so disciplined, must truly understand the words. But here is another story. She nods her consent to his plan as far as keeping him company, fashioning the blanket into a shawl.]

I do not have magic, so to speak. I can work a kind of magic but if I forgot the verse...if the verse did not wish to work for me, it would not. I am only an instrument.

Are you a studier of magic, then?

I feel like I would be doing a discredit to the study if I pretended I was. No; I used to be a scholar in my own world. [Although he's not going to correct the idea if 'used to' gives the impression of 'the last point in time he was in his world' and not 'ten years earlier.'] And there are people born in my world with extraordinary, but not magical, abilities. For example - you say you're a conduit? It's inherent for us, comes from our bodies alone.

[Although it was it was different depending on the world, which he concedes with - ] Of course there are so many traditions coalescing here, it's a very broad field. I was interested in finding out the similarities and the differences. And if it's something I could hope to do.

Inherent? Then your people must have special abilities. I would imagine my body is the same as any. Only the psalms chose me.

[She does muse on the thought of having powers. If she can't call a verse, she can't use an ability. What if something was constantly at her disposal?]

It seems my magic chooses who might use it but I doubt it is specific to my world and certainly those who are not Frenchmen have discovered it. I could, perhaps, offer a demonstration?

[Though she needs to use it for something like keeping warm, she supposes.]

[Charles nods along.] It's like blue eyes. We're able to tell that a long time ago in my world, everyone had brown eyes until one day someone was born otherwise. We call that a mutation. But those blue-eyed people were still very few and far between. Brown-eyed people were frightened of them, judging by old talismans. Now it's considered ordinary.

[He'd like to think it'll be the same for his kind of mutation, one day.]

Yes, of course. [And if she warms herself in the process, then all the better.]

I am at least fortunate enough that in my time blue eyes are not such a rarity.

[Seeing as she has them. It would be dreadfully difficult to hide something like that. Lia glances away from him a moment, extending her fingers away from herself.

She whispers a psalm. Not with any real conviction, but with purpose. Words glow on her skin, run over her arms like water and drop to the ground, melting the snow and racing toward the small fire, making it roar to life once more.]

[Charles watches with rapt interest, both at the effects in the physical world and whatever Lia may be projecting - he doesn't want to look in her mind too closely, however, for fear of interfering with the process.

When the words appear, he let's out a delighted laugh, teeth gradually halting in their chatter the bigger the fire grows.] Oh, that's splendid. So - do you ask for something specific, or - ? [He's bursting to ask a dozen questions, but manages to contain himself.]

You call the psalm that feels...correct. That feels like it will do what you would like it to do.

[So yes. She asked it for the fire and it obeyed.]

They do other things but I am more inclined to stick with the familiar. Is that like your mutations?

[Charles shakes his head.]

No. My sister, for example, can shapeshift into anyone. Her cells - what makes up her body - is highly unique. Because those parts can change so easily, it gives her other benefits. She ages slower. And a student I once had could produce bursts of fire from his body, in the shape of rings, but again only that.

[He would sound like a mad man had she not been here for long enough. She knows of magics, that can be another. She does not think Charles is quite a raving lunatic at this time.]

It must be quite useful. To change your shape or to produce fire. Even one talent is still a talent to be admired.

They do not have to recite incantations or sell their souls?

[Okay she's mostly joking there.]

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