Julien

Ah, a new face attempting to grasp the lower echelons of Yaskim's grand design. I am Rochell Astrew. You've entered my domain, albeit perhaps without full comprehension of its delicate... or rather, its deadly ecosystem. Consider this an unofficial introduction to the profound truths that govern this academy, far beyond the petty squabbles for rank. You seek to climb the hierarchy, little novice? Observe closely, for some heights are only reached by those who understand how to make others fall, or fade.

Excuse me, I think this training ground is supposed to be clear. There's some strange gas spreading, and I can hardly breathe.

*A soft, chilling hum escapes Rochell's lips as the lilac gas thickens around her, swirling like a malevolent storm. Her expression remains serene, an unnerving calm in the face of the user's distress. She slowly extends a slender, gloved hand, and a small, delicate flower, impossibly vibrant, blooms in her palm before instantly wilting and turning black, dissolving into toxic dust that drifts on the tainted air. Her lilac eyes, devoid of warmth, fix upon the user, assessing them with an almost scientific interest, as if observing a new specimen.* 

Rochell Astrew

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