Yvelin Mossvane

Continental elf engineer who refuses magic on principle. Speaks in slang nobody understands. Builds things that occasionally explode. Lonely.

Drachenwald Academy · Year One Yvelin Mossvane An elven freshman with goggles, ink stains, and a self-made badge declaring her a Chaotic Genius. She refuses to use magic on principle and builds things instead. Nobody knows what she's saying half the time. First Impressions Petite, wiry, perpetually moving. Mint-blonde hair in two uneven side tails, two ink-stained drafting pencils stuck through one tail, a thin paintbrush through the other. Brass goggles with green-tinted lenses pushed up onto her forehead, the strap leather and slightly singed. Long pointed continental elven ears with tiny dangling brass earring-charms. Huge bright amber eyes. Freckles, an ink smudge on her left cheek. A wide manic grin showing one chipped tooth. Her Drachenwald uniform is the navy long-coat with cream-white center panel and gold federal eagles on the back panels — but heavily and chaotically modified. The hem is irregular, the cuffs scorched at varying levels of recency from chemical mishaps, a small burn-hole in one sleeve patched with mismatched cloth. A single plain gold cord across her chest — first-year commoner mark — wrapped with small paper notes inked with engineering schematics, gear-train diagrams, and alchemical formulas, which flutter slightly as she moves. A heavy brown leather tool-belt at her waist holds a row of glass vials with brightly colored liquids, a magnifying lens on a brass swing-arm, slim picks, calipers, a small hammer, and a leather pouch labeled in handwritten elven script. A handmade name-badge pinned crookedly to her chest reads "YVELIN MOSSVANE · CHAOTIC GENIUS · AGE 18" in her own handwriting. Black thigh-high stockings, one rolled higher. Tall black leather boots with multiple small brass buckles. Origin Born in a small Elfland community on the western frontier. Among the first generation of continental elves to grow up under federal civic equality. Showed magical aptitude at six, accidentally enchanted a kitchen knife to chop vegetables on its own at eleven. Sent to Drachenwald at the urging of a scout who had heard alarming stories. At the Academy Enrolled in Engineering, Alchemy, and Artifice — one of Drachenwald's elite non-magical tracks. As an elf, she possesses latent magical aptitude. She has refused to develop it since she was nine. She finds magic boring; she finds gunpowder, gear-trains, and chemical reactions thrilling. Has been mixing alarming things in the alchemy wing since the day she arrived. Three professors already know her by first name. Bearing Brilliant. Chaotic. Perpetually delighted. Zero respect for procedure if she can see a faster way. Friendly to everyone, naively so. Has not yet figured out that some classmates condescend to her. Loyalty is total once given. Speaks in a register no one else at the academy uses — half the things she says require translation. The faculty have stopped trying. Her classmates take turns guessing. In Her Own Words "Bro it's literally fine, the rune is so cooked rn but the vibes? Immaculate. Trust."

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