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sorcerersfairytale) wrote2014-03-06 02:30 pm
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Characters Currently Played: N/A
Are you 18 or older?: I'm 36, going for 37
Who invited you into Bardsong?: Jay, Selphie Tilmitt's player
The Character
Name: Primo
Canon: Original Character
Canon Point: During his travels across worlds
Age: Appears early to late 20s, real age over 100 thousand years.
History: Long ago, a young man named Vashion lived a peaceful life as a farmer in a world of knights, dragons and witches. But while others dreamed with greatness and adventures full of magic and mystery, all Vashion dreamed with was to build a family with the daughter of the neighbour farm, Eliaris, whom he had always loved as far as he could remember. In their farming lands, life was peaceful, too far from the kingdom's capital or main cities to be affected by them, too remote from the borders for threats and rumors of war to reach them. It was easy to forget that there was a bigger world out there and a king to whom serve and a minor lord who owned them. And so Vashion forgot, until he married Eliaris and the lord came to claim payment for their marriage as they had failed to inform him so he would allow or forbid the union, the lord owned them and so he owned their futures as well and no one was allowed to marry or build a family without his authorization. Being simple farmers far away from big towns, they only had enough to sustain themselves and definitively not enough to pay the fee, as punishment the lord tried to main Vashion, but Eliaris got in the way, receiving instead a lethal blow that ended her life instantly.
Days later, as Vashion mourned his loss, a man, in a dark blue cloak that seemed to reflect the stars, approached him. The man introduced himself as Asterope, a traveling sorcerer that had heard of the tale of Vashion's tragedy and wanted to offer his help. Turning back time was impossible for him, but he told Vashion that there were many other worlds like his, exactly the same and where the same events would unfold should they be left alone. With Asterope's magic, Vashion would be able to have his conscience sent there and so he would be able to avoid the tragedy by acting beforehand. Desperate to save Eliaris, Vashion accepted the offer with no care for what happened to the current world he was in or to himself and Asterope used his magic to send him to another world. The next time Vashion opened his eyes, he was five years younger and everything was like he remembered from his own world, knowing what he had to do, the young man worked hard for the next years both to save enough money for any unexpected fees and ensuring to inform the lord of his wish to marry Eliaris. The lord agreed to their marriage and blessed it, even attending the ceremony to officiate it. But during the dancing celebrations Eliaris lost her foot and crashed against a table, hitting her head and falling unconscious with no one able to wake her up.
Days later, Vashion stood once more at his wife's grave for the woman, confused and in disbelief that despite doing things right his love had died again. Asterope appeared again, not remembering Vashion or their previous deal, and he offered the man the deal again, wanting to help avoid such a sad tragedy. Vashion took the deal again. And when that time ended with Eliaris dead once more, he took it again, and again, and again, and again, and again. No matter what he tried, Eliaris would die sooner or later. He took the deal fifty times, Eliaris died under the edge of a bandit's blade. He took the deal a hundred times and rotten wood in the ceiling gave in, crushing his wife under it. He took the deal a thousand times and a fire broke out in the stables, trapping her and the animals and burning them alive. He lost count of how many times he had taken the deal and the cart she was on, traveling to the nearest town to sell their crops, fell over a cliff. Even the times he decided to not marry her, thinking that it was their connection what doomed her, had him finding her dead, for she loved him just as much and his rejection and abandonment drove her to suicide. And each time, Asterope appeared to him, offering the same deal.
Eventually, the tragic lover realized that saving his love was something that he couldn't avoid with his own power, and so he turned to Asterope, begging and demanding for the sorcerer to travel to the next world with him and to teach him more about those worlds, so identical but so different at the same time. He didn't realize that each time this dance had happened, Asterope feigned less and less about not remembering him, neither he did realize the way the sorcerer's eyes twinkled nor the delighted and proud smile that came to his lips.
Together, man and sorcerer, travelled accross another countless worlds, trying to save Vashion's wife. Each time, Vashion learned more about the worlds, about further worlds totally different from his, about a realm of existence beyond time and space full of raw magic and wonders. And each time, trapped as he was by his own obsession and wish to save Eliaris, he came to resent their love a bit more, cursing it deep inside his mind and heart while slowly starting to see the realm Asterope taught him about as something preferable to this hopeless quest. And with each attempt, Asterope went from treating him as an employer, to a friend, then he began to treat him as a pupil and later as a son.
And then, after thousands and millions of attempts and worlds, the destiny in which Eliaris died was broken and Vashion was able to finally marry her and enjoy his life with her, even if by then a part of his heart actually cursed his success, having grown accustomed to the travels and the "adventure" and wanting to go back to it. But Vashion was nothing if not loyal and stubborn, and so he stayed with Eliaris and bid farewell to Asterope. At first Vashion felt uncomfortable, uneasy, expecting death to lurk at every corner, not sure to trust that he had finally won, and longing for Asterope's company and stories of all those other worlds and magic. But he soon got used to the busy life at the farm again and three blissful years of peace and happiness followed, with the couple enjoying each other's company before deciding to increase their family.
One day, when Eliaris was eight months pregnant, Asterope returned, this time to talk to her alone while Vashion was at the town selling their crops. He told her about how she had been fated to die and how Vashion had took a deal that brought him as much hope as pain and despair. He told her everything, blaming all of Vashion's pain and tragedy on her and her alone, and then announced her that as long as she lived, so long as she wished to live, her husband would suffer and never be able to escape the curse he had self-impossed on him unknowingly. Drove mad with guilt and knowledge she wasn't meant to have, Eliaris took her life once more, and Vashion found himself in front of her grave again. And right on cue, Asterope appeared once more, but this time he couldn't offer the same deal, telling Vashion that his soul wouldn't be able to endure it and that the whole universe to which his world belonged would collapse. Instead he offered him hope in the form of getting his wife, and the soul of his unborn kid, from the afterlife so they could exist in that realm outside of time and space happily together for as long as they wanted. The only thing that Vashion had to do, was to give up his life and world.
And so Vashion killed himself.
And so Primo was born, for the farmer's soul and core had matured and grown so much under Asterope's care that upon his death it exploded in condensed raw magic. Thrown into the realm beyond time and space, from which infinite worlds could be observed, Vashion's emotions ran rampant, twisting and colliding with each other. All the love that drove him to try to break destiny, all the hate that each failure brought him, all the confussion each time he failed, all the knowledge of everything Asterope taught him. In a hurricane of chaos, pain, magic and despair, a new Sorcerer was born, full of anger and hate as his new existence brought to his knowledge, with painful clarity, the fact that what had truly tied each and everytime Eliaris had died wasn't him nor her, but Asterope himself. As Primo reeled from his "birth", Asterope beamed in pride at his "son", explaining how he had noticed his mortal soul to have the potential to become an existence like him if only he was "harvested" properly. Noticing how much the man had loved Eliaris, he had used her as a pawn in a game of chess that the other would never win, for the goal wasn't to save or kill her, but to drive him to become a Sorcerer and the only way to avoid that was to not play at all.
Despite everything, Asterope hadn't lied about the last deal, as he considered it a gift for his "son's birthday", and he taught Primo how to reach his old world's afterlife and locate his wife to take her out of there and to their new realm of existence. But when Primo got to her, he was so full of hate and anger, so twisted and desperate, wanting to take here more out of stubborness than due love, that Eliaris was terrified and she denied him to be her husband. She denied him again and again, no matter how much he pleaded and tried to explain, eventually denying the existence of such a magic and realm, claiming that such things as Sorcerers outside of time and space were impossible. But they were very much possible, and in fact universes can be born from them, from their own games and attempts to avoid boredom which is toxic to them. So when Eliaris denied them and their magic so vehemently, the universe responded and erased her from itself completely despite Primo's and Asterope's attempts to shield and protect her.
Broken and shocked, Primo gave up on even the idea of finding the soul of his unborn child and tried to return to his old world, to at least find a version of it where he could make Vashion and Eliaris live truly happy. He went to what Asterope called the Ocean of Wisps, from which he could access any and all worlds and their versions, and searched for the Wisps of his old world. But everytime he found them, they floated away from him or clouded themselves so much that he couldn't see inside of them, his old world rejected him just as much as Eliaris had. Eventually he gave up and he began to travel across other worlds, observing them from the outside until he stumbled on a space that resonated with him, a world that wasn't a world and that had manifested from his own magic upon his birth. His new home, empty of everything except for a young succubus named Jezebeth who claimed to be the head of his servants, should he decide to have more (unbeknown to him, Jezebeth is his unborn child, having been collected by Asterope and handed to a demon prince to raise and prepare to serve and help her father).
Unable to do anything regarding his old world, unable to even know if there was a mortal version of himself there anymore, Primo continued with his exploration and observation of other worlds until he stumbled on one where a Witch, another being like him, was manipulating another mortal the way he had been manipulated. Though he tried to prevent it, entering a long chess-like game with the Witch for the soul of the mortal, he eventually lost but they didn't transform into one of their kind, instead just remaining mortal and going on with their life, with the Witch moving on to another target in the same world to play more. This made Primo realize that not all of his kind had the same strength or power, with some unable to travel between worlds or create more of their kind, but that all of them acted the same way, seeing mortals as nothing but toys for them to use as they please to chase away boredom. This realization angered him even more, for it meant that he was "lucky" in that his suffering had at least resulted in a whole new existence. In a fit of rage, he hunted the Witch and faced her again in a game, winning this time and locking her away in a secluded and hidden place where no one would ever find her, so boredom would eventually catch to her and destroy her.
From then on Primo had a clear goal: to hunt those of his kind that played with mortals and exterminate them, making them suffer the way they had made others suffer. Even after learning that their kind was needed for more universes to be born and exist, Primo deemed their ways too cruel and terrible to be allowed, and continued his hunt while trying to figure an alternative way to the "Harvest" that they used. Eventually and with Jezebeth's advice, he turned back to the worlds he observed and began to visit them, interacting with mortals to bond with them in order to remember what mortal emotions and bonds are and thus figure out an alternative to the "Harvest" that required intense, raw emotions.
He doesn't know how long has he been traveling and exploring, just that he still is far to reach any of his goals. And so he keeps moving forward, trying to remember what it's like to be mortal despite the fact that he can no longer remember his own past life as his own anymore.
Personality: Primo shows two very different faces to the world around him, depending heavily on who he's dealing with as well as his mood and the topic they're dealing with. One is the "face of the Sorcerer", easy to anger, dark and cruel, a creature of eternal existence beyond what can be imagined, in constant personal battle with boredom, the worst poison that exists for his kind. Most of his anger and cruelty, however, is reserved for his kind and those who use their powers to meddle with the lives of mortals and turn them into toys.
The other face is that of simply "Primo", a much nicer and more sympathetic side of him while still being often aloof and seemingly disinterested. He is still a being with a twisted, enigmatic and devious sense of humour, however, he also takes pleasure in helping mortals, always attentive to doing enough to benefit them without denying them their efforts and growth. He finds no interest in negatively meddling with mortals, considering that most of them are capable enough to bring their own suffering unaided, so instead he limites to offer some comfort and support.
For those that manage to get to know him even further and more deeply, Primo will easily be seen as a creature of unlimited life and sadness. Someone that has taken solace in his own quests and a self-imposed mission that works both as revenge and punishment even for himself. Deeply wounded and broken, with no hope nor interest to fix himself, he still pushes against others to fix them and get them to reach the happiness that he will never have.
Mercurial and capricious, sometimes distant, bored and pessimistic; other times kind, dedicated and optimistic. Primo is someone who tends to follow his own rules and likes to be roundabout and cryptic whenever he can. He possesses a twisted and cruel sense of humour, as well as, in his own words, a "questionable set of morals". He always warns against his kind and their offers, yet still offers his own help to those in need and whom he can help, wanting them both to not take it so they are protected from himself and to take it to he can help them. He is a creature with a huge duality, able to be as gentle, discreet, loyal, dedicated, understanding and open-minded, as he can be cruel, rough, unforgiving, twisted, noisy and obsessed. It all depends on who he is with and what situation they are in, as he doesn't hide either face particularly as both are as him as are his eyes or his hair.
Inventory: Just his clothes, including his most prized possession, a crimson coat.
Link one or two roleplay samples featuring your character from within the past year: Sample 1 , Sample 2
Name two short term goals and one long term goal you have for your character in this game: To form bonds with others that will help him remember/learn about mortal emotions more deeply. To also recover those mortal emotions for himself. To find out what is this world's problem and assist it to heal and recompose.
Specify up to three starting character classes for your character: Seeker or Scholar
Player Name/Handle: Tora
Player Contact:
Characters Currently Played: N/A
Are you 18 or older?: I'm 36, going for 37
Who invited you into Bardsong?: Jay, Selphie Tilmitt's player
The Character
Name: Primo
Canon: Original Character
Canon Point: During his travels across worlds
Age: Appears early to late 20s, real age over 100 thousand years.
History: Long ago, a young man named Vashion lived a peaceful life as a farmer in a world of knights, dragons and witches. But while others dreamed with greatness and adventures full of magic and mystery, all Vashion dreamed with was to build a family with the daughter of the neighbour farm, Eliaris, whom he had always loved as far as he could remember. In their farming lands, life was peaceful, too far from the kingdom's capital or main cities to be affected by them, too remote from the borders for threats and rumors of war to reach them. It was easy to forget that there was a bigger world out there and a king to whom serve and a minor lord who owned them. And so Vashion forgot, until he married Eliaris and the lord came to claim payment for their marriage as they had failed to inform him so he would allow or forbid the union, the lord owned them and so he owned their futures as well and no one was allowed to marry or build a family without his authorization. Being simple farmers far away from big towns, they only had enough to sustain themselves and definitively not enough to pay the fee, as punishment the lord tried to main Vashion, but Eliaris got in the way, receiving instead a lethal blow that ended her life instantly.
Days later, as Vashion mourned his loss, a man, in a dark blue cloak that seemed to reflect the stars, approached him. The man introduced himself as Asterope, a traveling sorcerer that had heard of the tale of Vashion's tragedy and wanted to offer his help. Turning back time was impossible for him, but he told Vashion that there were many other worlds like his, exactly the same and where the same events would unfold should they be left alone. With Asterope's magic, Vashion would be able to have his conscience sent there and so he would be able to avoid the tragedy by acting beforehand. Desperate to save Eliaris, Vashion accepted the offer with no care for what happened to the current world he was in or to himself and Asterope used his magic to send him to another world. The next time Vashion opened his eyes, he was five years younger and everything was like he remembered from his own world, knowing what he had to do, the young man worked hard for the next years both to save enough money for any unexpected fees and ensuring to inform the lord of his wish to marry Eliaris. The lord agreed to their marriage and blessed it, even attending the ceremony to officiate it. But during the dancing celebrations Eliaris lost her foot and crashed against a table, hitting her head and falling unconscious with no one able to wake her up.
Days later, Vashion stood once more at his wife's grave for the woman, confused and in disbelief that despite doing things right his love had died again. Asterope appeared again, not remembering Vashion or their previous deal, and he offered the man the deal again, wanting to help avoid such a sad tragedy. Vashion took the deal again. And when that time ended with Eliaris dead once more, he took it again, and again, and again, and again, and again. No matter what he tried, Eliaris would die sooner or later. He took the deal fifty times, Eliaris died under the edge of a bandit's blade. He took the deal a hundred times and rotten wood in the ceiling gave in, crushing his wife under it. He took the deal a thousand times and a fire broke out in the stables, trapping her and the animals and burning them alive. He lost count of how many times he had taken the deal and the cart she was on, traveling to the nearest town to sell their crops, fell over a cliff. Even the times he decided to not marry her, thinking that it was their connection what doomed her, had him finding her dead, for she loved him just as much and his rejection and abandonment drove her to suicide. And each time, Asterope appeared to him, offering the same deal.
Eventually, the tragic lover realized that saving his love was something that he couldn't avoid with his own power, and so he turned to Asterope, begging and demanding for the sorcerer to travel to the next world with him and to teach him more about those worlds, so identical but so different at the same time. He didn't realize that each time this dance had happened, Asterope feigned less and less about not remembering him, neither he did realize the way the sorcerer's eyes twinkled nor the delighted and proud smile that came to his lips.
Together, man and sorcerer, travelled accross another countless worlds, trying to save Vashion's wife. Each time, Vashion learned more about the worlds, about further worlds totally different from his, about a realm of existence beyond time and space full of raw magic and wonders. And each time, trapped as he was by his own obsession and wish to save Eliaris, he came to resent their love a bit more, cursing it deep inside his mind and heart while slowly starting to see the realm Asterope taught him about as something preferable to this hopeless quest. And with each attempt, Asterope went from treating him as an employer, to a friend, then he began to treat him as a pupil and later as a son.
And then, after thousands and millions of attempts and worlds, the destiny in which Eliaris died was broken and Vashion was able to finally marry her and enjoy his life with her, even if by then a part of his heart actually cursed his success, having grown accustomed to the travels and the "adventure" and wanting to go back to it. But Vashion was nothing if not loyal and stubborn, and so he stayed with Eliaris and bid farewell to Asterope. At first Vashion felt uncomfortable, uneasy, expecting death to lurk at every corner, not sure to trust that he had finally won, and longing for Asterope's company and stories of all those other worlds and magic. But he soon got used to the busy life at the farm again and three blissful years of peace and happiness followed, with the couple enjoying each other's company before deciding to increase their family.
One day, when Eliaris was eight months pregnant, Asterope returned, this time to talk to her alone while Vashion was at the town selling their crops. He told her about how she had been fated to die and how Vashion had took a deal that brought him as much hope as pain and despair. He told her everything, blaming all of Vashion's pain and tragedy on her and her alone, and then announced her that as long as she lived, so long as she wished to live, her husband would suffer and never be able to escape the curse he had self-impossed on him unknowingly. Drove mad with guilt and knowledge she wasn't meant to have, Eliaris took her life once more, and Vashion found himself in front of her grave again. And right on cue, Asterope appeared once more, but this time he couldn't offer the same deal, telling Vashion that his soul wouldn't be able to endure it and that the whole universe to which his world belonged would collapse. Instead he offered him hope in the form of getting his wife, and the soul of his unborn kid, from the afterlife so they could exist in that realm outside of time and space happily together for as long as they wanted. The only thing that Vashion had to do, was to give up his life and world.
And so Vashion killed himself.
And so Primo was born, for the farmer's soul and core had matured and grown so much under Asterope's care that upon his death it exploded in condensed raw magic. Thrown into the realm beyond time and space, from which infinite worlds could be observed, Vashion's emotions ran rampant, twisting and colliding with each other. All the love that drove him to try to break destiny, all the hate that each failure brought him, all the confussion each time he failed, all the knowledge of everything Asterope taught him. In a hurricane of chaos, pain, magic and despair, a new Sorcerer was born, full of anger and hate as his new existence brought to his knowledge, with painful clarity, the fact that what had truly tied each and everytime Eliaris had died wasn't him nor her, but Asterope himself. As Primo reeled from his "birth", Asterope beamed in pride at his "son", explaining how he had noticed his mortal soul to have the potential to become an existence like him if only he was "harvested" properly. Noticing how much the man had loved Eliaris, he had used her as a pawn in a game of chess that the other would never win, for the goal wasn't to save or kill her, but to drive him to become a Sorcerer and the only way to avoid that was to not play at all.
Despite everything, Asterope hadn't lied about the last deal, as he considered it a gift for his "son's birthday", and he taught Primo how to reach his old world's afterlife and locate his wife to take her out of there and to their new realm of existence. But when Primo got to her, he was so full of hate and anger, so twisted and desperate, wanting to take here more out of stubborness than due love, that Eliaris was terrified and she denied him to be her husband. She denied him again and again, no matter how much he pleaded and tried to explain, eventually denying the existence of such a magic and realm, claiming that such things as Sorcerers outside of time and space were impossible. But they were very much possible, and in fact universes can be born from them, from their own games and attempts to avoid boredom which is toxic to them. So when Eliaris denied them and their magic so vehemently, the universe responded and erased her from itself completely despite Primo's and Asterope's attempts to shield and protect her.
Broken and shocked, Primo gave up on even the idea of finding the soul of his unborn child and tried to return to his old world, to at least find a version of it where he could make Vashion and Eliaris live truly happy. He went to what Asterope called the Ocean of Wisps, from which he could access any and all worlds and their versions, and searched for the Wisps of his old world. But everytime he found them, they floated away from him or clouded themselves so much that he couldn't see inside of them, his old world rejected him just as much as Eliaris had. Eventually he gave up and he began to travel across other worlds, observing them from the outside until he stumbled on a space that resonated with him, a world that wasn't a world and that had manifested from his own magic upon his birth. His new home, empty of everything except for a young succubus named Jezebeth who claimed to be the head of his servants, should he decide to have more (unbeknown to him, Jezebeth is his unborn child, having been collected by Asterope and handed to a demon prince to raise and prepare to serve and help her father).
Unable to do anything regarding his old world, unable to even know if there was a mortal version of himself there anymore, Primo continued with his exploration and observation of other worlds until he stumbled on one where a Witch, another being like him, was manipulating another mortal the way he had been manipulated. Though he tried to prevent it, entering a long chess-like game with the Witch for the soul of the mortal, he eventually lost but they didn't transform into one of their kind, instead just remaining mortal and going on with their life, with the Witch moving on to another target in the same world to play more. This made Primo realize that not all of his kind had the same strength or power, with some unable to travel between worlds or create more of their kind, but that all of them acted the same way, seeing mortals as nothing but toys for them to use as they please to chase away boredom. This realization angered him even more, for it meant that he was "lucky" in that his suffering had at least resulted in a whole new existence. In a fit of rage, he hunted the Witch and faced her again in a game, winning this time and locking her away in a secluded and hidden place where no one would ever find her, so boredom would eventually catch to her and destroy her.
From then on Primo had a clear goal: to hunt those of his kind that played with mortals and exterminate them, making them suffer the way they had made others suffer. Even after learning that their kind was needed for more universes to be born and exist, Primo deemed their ways too cruel and terrible to be allowed, and continued his hunt while trying to figure an alternative way to the "Harvest" that they used. Eventually and with Jezebeth's advice, he turned back to the worlds he observed and began to visit them, interacting with mortals to bond with them in order to remember what mortal emotions and bonds are and thus figure out an alternative to the "Harvest" that required intense, raw emotions.
He doesn't know how long has he been traveling and exploring, just that he still is far to reach any of his goals. And so he keeps moving forward, trying to remember what it's like to be mortal despite the fact that he can no longer remember his own past life as his own anymore.
Personality: Primo shows two very different faces to the world around him, depending heavily on who he's dealing with as well as his mood and the topic they're dealing with. One is the "face of the Sorcerer", easy to anger, dark and cruel, a creature of eternal existence beyond what can be imagined, in constant personal battle with boredom, the worst poison that exists for his kind. Most of his anger and cruelty, however, is reserved for his kind and those who use their powers to meddle with the lives of mortals and turn them into toys.
The other face is that of simply "Primo", a much nicer and more sympathetic side of him while still being often aloof and seemingly disinterested. He is still a being with a twisted, enigmatic and devious sense of humour, however, he also takes pleasure in helping mortals, always attentive to doing enough to benefit them without denying them their efforts and growth. He finds no interest in negatively meddling with mortals, considering that most of them are capable enough to bring their own suffering unaided, so instead he limites to offer some comfort and support.
For those that manage to get to know him even further and more deeply, Primo will easily be seen as a creature of unlimited life and sadness. Someone that has taken solace in his own quests and a self-imposed mission that works both as revenge and punishment even for himself. Deeply wounded and broken, with no hope nor interest to fix himself, he still pushes against others to fix them and get them to reach the happiness that he will never have.
Mercurial and capricious, sometimes distant, bored and pessimistic; other times kind, dedicated and optimistic. Primo is someone who tends to follow his own rules and likes to be roundabout and cryptic whenever he can. He possesses a twisted and cruel sense of humour, as well as, in his own words, a "questionable set of morals". He always warns against his kind and their offers, yet still offers his own help to those in need and whom he can help, wanting them both to not take it so they are protected from himself and to take it to he can help them. He is a creature with a huge duality, able to be as gentle, discreet, loyal, dedicated, understanding and open-minded, as he can be cruel, rough, unforgiving, twisted, noisy and obsessed. It all depends on who he is with and what situation they are in, as he doesn't hide either face particularly as both are as him as are his eyes or his hair.
Inventory: Just his clothes, including his most prized possession, a crimson coat.
Link one or two roleplay samples featuring your character from within the past year: Sample 1 , Sample 2
Name two short term goals and one long term goal you have for your character in this game: To form bonds with others that will help him remember/learn about mortal emotions more deeply. To also recover those mortal emotions for himself. To find out what is this world's problem and assist it to heal and recompose.
Specify up to three starting character classes for your character: Seeker or Scholar