BA: Mosacube Saysal

Timezone: GMT +8 (Manila)
FULL Name: Mosacube Untabritanemorispaka Telliora-Mellon Saysal
Age: Seventeen
Gender:Female
Species: Human (comes from a family of alchemists.)
Main Class/es: ?(All closed it says...)
Dorm: (I am lost in this. Does this come later? Or now?)
Abilities: Alchemy (Crafting Items), Can see from an uncommon standpoint(to be explained in history), can hear from an uncommon standpoint (Explained in history).
Likes: Alchemy, Quiet Atmospheres, Mint, A good fight.
Dislikes: Shouting, Screams, Acid, Meat.
Personality: Mosacube, your cheery bubbly girl who has a knack for alchemy, but can't remember when she first practiced it. There's something odd about her that a person can't place, and ignoring the fact that there are buttons where her eyes should be, and the hat seems to have a soul like quality in it, oh and the floating doll seems to be listening to every single word one is saying, it probably is her fair skin? Or is it her orange hair? Mosacube can be an oddball to those who don't welcome her, but for all this, she goes on her way and makes her own path with her own decisions. But Mosacube, in all essence, is a person who seems ordinary and perhaps if no one really pays attention, can be overlooked. Yet, when push comes to shove, she can display an aura and emotion that'll make people notice her in those rare moments.

History: Alchemy, a field of study, inherited by families, in isolated lands. It can make things that seem impossible possible, and depending on the purpose, can be a dangerous weapon or a glorious blessing. Alchemy, is a field of study that binds the practitioners as students for their entire lives. A master cannot exist, because once the limit has been reached, it expands, away from the person's grasp.

Thus, far from prejudice, in a valley where the mists hold reign, the Saysal Family with a few others dwell. Mosacube, the second eldest, the natural talent of alchemy was considered the equivalent of a rock star in that small valley. At a young age, she had created things difficult for teenagers, and even slightly troublesome for adults. She did not know, but felt the perfect substitutes for ingredients, and it was rare she failed, and she knew this. She brought pride to her family, and her people, and she continued to test the field as far as she could reach.

Then, it happened. Her brother came home, wounded,parts missing, dying. A clumsy fall from the paths of the rocky valley and attacked by wolves brought him close for the reaper to touch and simple salves and potions could not fix him. Mosacube was desperate. A solution must be found! She toiled for hours upon hours, until driven to desperation, came upon the "exchange" theories. She took no second look at the consequences, and began to apply it. Apply and apply, until everything was a blur in those moments, and then, the taste of liquid, then darkness.

She could not remember what happened. She could not remember anything. All she knew was when she awoke, she had buttons for eyes, and her ears were gone. What were in front of her was a hat with eyes, a doll, that she felt she knew she made, and a sleeping brother, handsome as ever, as if nothing had happened to him.

Did something happen to him?

She thought, and wondered if she did something to herself. She looked at the potion, and realized it blocked memories, and it worked, she could not remember many things. Along with her knowledge of alchemy. Distraught? Perhaps. Anguish? Maybe. She didn't know what happened, but the shock and the surreal feeling of it all, kept her from such emotions. But she realized, she could not remain like this.

Her parents discussed it, days later. Once the anguish had passed from their faces. She was to be sent to a school, an academy, to gain her bearings, and perhaps adapt to her new lifestyle.

She accepted it.

It was time to start from scratch.


Additional info:Those black highlights on her orange hair. Don't squeeze them. You do not want to know.