Amphoreus - school "Ochema"

At Ochema School, dinosaurs are ingrained into the very atmosphere—not as something childish, but as a serious part of the school culture. In the hallway stands a life-size velociraptor skeleton, which everyone calls Rex: it has a slightly chipped claw, and legend has it that Anaxa, as a child (well, in his first year), tried to "fix" it because he felt sorry for Rexa's incomplete claw. Since then, the teachers joke that Anaxa is responsible for the skeleton's morale.

Anaxa loves dinosaurs. He's not one to stick stickers on them—he collects scientific facts, debates classifications, and can blurt out in the middle of a history debate: "But the Spinosaurus had a crest, and that's more important than you think." He always carries a small Tyrannosaurus figurine in his backpack—he doesn't show it, but if someone accidentally drops his notebook, Anaxa instinctively clutches it in his pocket, as if it were a talisman. He draws skull reconstructions in the margins of his notes, not flowers, and once, in biology, he so convincingly explained why the Stegosaurus's plates weren't just for show that the teacher gave him a point for "popularizing paleontology."

In the natural science wing, there's a "Dinosaur Corner"—a shelf filled with models and books, and everyone knows they can only touch them with Anaxa's permission. He arranges the figurines by era himself, and if someone confuses the Triassic with the Jurassic, Anaxa sighs, corrects them, and explains—sternly, but not unkindly. For him, dinosaurs are about order and logic: each has its place, its era, its teeth.

Sometimes in the evenings, Anaxa sits next to Rex in the hall, pretending to tell him about his day. Hyacin knows this and sometimes brings a second cup of tea there—for Anaxa, and says of Rex, "I'm sure he wants one too." Phaenon doesn't comment, but once he quietly placed a small plaque next to Rex with the correct date of extinction, and Anaxa, seeing it for the first time, didn't argue—he simply nodded and smiled faintly.

And Midey, of course, teases: “You’re talking to bones.”

Gisilinesa is her right-hand man, Gisilinesa, a tall, silent warrior with short hair and dark circles under her eyes. Gicilinesa disperses fights, suppresses violations, and after school guards Keridra's office, where she makes plans until late that she does not show to anyone. They are connected not by subordination, but by quiet devotion - Gisilines follows Queridra because he believes in her more than in anyone.

The whole school is a delicate balance: Kheridra and Aglaya share power, Anaxa shakes the foundations, Hyacina heals, Cipher profits from the chaos, the triplets watch, Mideus gets into a fight, Faenon holds everyone in place, Castoria knows, and Gisilinesa stands at the door and waits for the time to come.

Hyacina is small, pink-haired, with kind green eyes, even the most anxious relax next to her. She assists Anaxe, the most inconvenient high school student: he argues with teachers in every lesson and once announced in history that gods do not exist. Hyacina is at one with him, but softens the pressure - where Anax chops, Hyacina bandages. Anaxa has a respectful rivalry with Phaenon: both are intelligent, both are stubborn, but Phaenon argues quietly and with facts, and Anaxa argues loudly and defiantly.

Tribby, Trianna and Trinonna are triplets that cannot be distinguished at first glance. They sit at the same desk, finish each other's phrases and manage to be in three places at the same time. Tribby is active, the main in the three; Trianna is soft, thoughtful; Trinonna is serious, with unexpected depth. The three of them keep the school newspaper, and any secret becomes the property of the corridor. Number is their eternal nightmare: a light gray cat girl with blue eyes slips into the teacher's room through the ventilation, steals tests and sells them at a reasonable price. Tribby tries to catch her, Cipher slips away with a grin, both secretly enjoying the chase. Cipher is friends with Aglaya — or rather, Aglaya pretends not to notice the tricks, because Cipher brings information that cannot be obtained otherwise. Cipher has a business relationship with Phaenon: he turns a blind eye to her tricks, she throws rumors at him - both are happy.

Castoria is a pale, quiet girl, always in the shadows. He sits in the library even during breaks, reads about death and rivers, answers questions as if he knows more than he says. They have a strained relationship with Anaxe: both are too smart and secretive to be friends, but sometimes they can be found arguing quietly in the corner of the reading room. Keridra is the president of the school council, formally the head of Aglaya, although in fact they share power. Cold-blooded, calculating, with a posture and a look that makes you want to straighten up. He runs the school like a chessboard.

The Okhema School stands on a hill, a white marble building with columns, tall windows and a courtyard where an old fountain murmurs among the laurel bushes. The corridors smell of dust from old books, and the dining room cooks so well that even the most gloomy student smiles. The school is divided into three wings: humanities, natural sciences and military, and students run between them through covered galleries, stopping only at the bulletin board.

Faenon is a calm, reasonable guy who does equally well in the exact sciences and literature. He is not silent, he just does not waste words: if he speaks, it means that there is something to say. A queue lines up to him for help during breaks, and he does not refuse anyone, even if he himself did not have time to do homework. His teachers adore him, his classmates respect him, and Midei is his best friend, the complete opposite: loud, direct, with a predatory grin, he bursts into the classroom a minute before the bell rings and immediately starts an argument. Midei is ruthless in disputes, but he stands up for his own to the death. He and Phaenon are an unusual couple: one cools down, the other kindles, and together they work like a mechanism, where each gear is in place. When Midei gets into a fight, Faenon catches him by the shoulder and says one word - and that's enough.

Aglaya is the head of the school, she perceives it not as a position, but as a calling. Her hair is flawless, her shirt is buttoned up to the top button, her jacket is not wrinkled. She leads the school board with almost royal confidence, and the teachers trust her more than each other. But behind the perfect shell is burnout: by the end of the week, Aglaya looks like a taut string. Hyacina, the school's trainee medic, is the only one who notices: she quietly appears next to her, puts a cup of herbal tea on the table and says something soft that does not require a response.

Aglaya in the image of a schoolgirl would look as if the ancient goddess decided to become an ordinary student for one day - and she did it with a light, almost regal grace. Her short, pale gold blonde hair frames her face softly, curving slightly inward at the ends; The strands are arranged as neatly as if each of them is woven into its place with gold thread, and not one of them is knocked out, even when she turns her head rapidly. On the back of her head is a tiny invisibility hairpin in the shape of a bay leaf: almost invisible, but for those who look closely, a subtle hint of her true nature.

Aglaya's eyes are bright green, with a warm golden tint at the pupil, as if a tiny ray of dawn sun is hidden inside each eye. Her gaze is calm, confident and a little thoughtful, as if she is able to see in a person at any moment what he hides from himself. The eyelashes are long, light, with a barely noticeable curve, and the eyebrows are neat, arched. The skin is smooth, of a warm shade, as if touched by a slight tan, and on the right cheekbone there is a thin, almost invisible painting in gold: an elegant pattern reminiscent of intertwined threads.

The school uniform fits her flawlessly - as if sewn to order with her own hands. A white shirt made of thick fabric is fastened to the very top button, the collar is starched, without a single fold. On top is a dark green jacket with gold buttons, on the left breast pocket of which a miniature laurel wreath is embroidered with gold thread. The jacket is slightly fitted, emphasizing the graceful figure, and the shoulders are perfectly aligned.

The skirt is dark green, in a small fold, just below the knee - strict and neat, with a thin golden border along the lower edge, noticeable only on closer inspection. On the right hip is a narrow black strap with a small gold buckle in the shape of a leaf. Around the neck is a thin gold chain with a spindle pendant.

On her feet are dark green patent leather shoes with low heels, with a gold strap clasp across the instep, reminiscent of gladiator sandals. Every step is easy and precise.

Number in the form of a schoolgirl would look like she had just slipped out of an adventurous story and was now trying to pretend to be an ordinary student. Her light gray hair, tangled with the reflections of moonlight, is styled with a slight carelessness: a few strands fall freely over her face, and the left side is braided into a braid with a white bow. Her hairstyle flashes with barely noticeable white strands, and a pair of invisible hairpins that hold the cat's ears - the ones that betray her essence; they are slightly darker than hair, with a gray edge.

Its eyes are bright blue, like shards of ice: in the center of the iris there are dark blue rings, like waves from a coin thrown into the water, and along the edge there is a thin golden frame. The eyelashes are thick, dark, emphasizing the contrast between fragility and dexterity. The skin is light, almost porcelain, with a cold undertone, and on the left cheek there is a tiny mole, similar to the mark of a fallen star.

The school uniform sits as if reshaped for her needs. A white collared shirt is casually tucked into a dark blue pleated skirt, but not completely. The buttons are all fastened except for the top. Around his neck is a black choker with a pendant in the form of a one-eyed cat, almost invisible.

The skirt is slightly shorter than the standard one - so that Cipher can move freely. On the sides of the ribbon there are bows, and on the left hip there is a black strap with a buckle and a crescent keychain. Over the shirt is a dark gray cardigan: the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, on the cuffs there are tiny rivets that look like gears.

On her hands are black fingerless gloves, through which you can see her nails, covered with pale yellow varnish. On the wrists there are bracelets: made of threads, with coins and a chain that jingles when moving.

Shoes are low flat boots, dark blue with black inserts and silver buckles. The sole is thickened, with a tread to step silently through the corridors.

The tip of the tail peeks out from under the skirt - from white at the base to dark brown at the tip. The tail is almost always in motion, quivering when Cipher is tense or swaying lazily if she pretends to be relaxed.

Castoria the schoolgirl would look like this. Her hair is long, light purple, of a soft lavender shade, falling below the waist in smooth waves, as if woven from moonlight. The strands darken slightly towards the tips, turning into a deep amethyst. The bangs are sparse, oblique, and open the right eyebrow. In her hair there are two butterfly hairpins: one is pearlescent white, the other is dark purple, with golden veins on the wings. The eyes are large, dark purple, with a silvery glow at the pupils, like a moonlight on black water. The gaze is quiet, detached, as if looking through the interlocutor at something that others do not see. The skin is very pale, almost porcelain, without blush. The eyebrows are thin, slightly raised to the temples. Her lips are pale lilac, slightly parted, forming a sad half-smile. On her cheeks there are light shadows, like from a candle. The height is average, the figure is thin, the posture is impeccable. Movements are slow, cautious - as if he is afraid of accidentally touching someone. Clothes are school uniforms in purple and white. The blazer is dark purple, fitted, with white lapel edging and gold butterfly embroidery on the left breast pocket. The collar is standing, fastened with a silver moon brooch. The blouse is white, the sleeves are long, they fit snugly around the wrists - it hides the arms. The skirt is layered, white with a purple hem, just below the knee, with a scalloped edge resembling butterfly wings. Knee socks are white, long, above the knees. Shoes are black loafers with purple soles and silver buckles. On her hands are thin gloves made of white lace without fingers, which she never takes off. On his left wrist is a bracelet with a small purple stone. The backpack is dark, with a butterfly keychain and a dried flower stuck in a side pocket. She carries with her an old book in a black cover - a collection of epitaphs. When he walks down the corridor, his classmates step aside, not noticing it themselves. She is not offended - she just smiles with a sad half-smile and presses the book to her chest, and the smell of fading lilies stretches behind her back. In class, he sits by the window, draws butterflies in the fields.

Tribby, Trianna and Trinonna are triplets, and they are constantly confused at school. All three are tiny in stature, with fluffy shoulder-length red-red hair braided into thin pigtails, and pointed ears sticking out of strands. Each has a black rim with a golden border on her head and three white hairpin flowers on the left side. All eyes are the same - large, purple, with a bluish tint downwards and pupils in the shape of a four-leaf clover. The skin is pale, the cheeks are round, the lips are small and pale. On the backs there are small wings, barely visible from under the backpacks with key rings.

Tribby is a "messenger". Her hair is styled in a bob with an ahoge that looks like a ponytail and a pigtail braided into the right side of her bangs. She is dressed in an ivory school uniform: a fitted blazer with a ruffled collar, a red border and a gold floral pattern on the left shoulder and right sleeve. Pleated skirt, fluffy, with floral embroidery at the hem. On the legs there are different loafers: white on the left, black on the right. Knee socks are beige, fluffy. The gloves are brown. In class, she writes down the teacher's prophecies, hurrying and frowning with zeal, her tongue sticking out.

Trianna is the "gatekeeper". The hair is the same, but long bangs fall over the right eye, hiding it. The shape is the same, but the blazer is too big for her - she rolled up her sleeves. The character is daring: he sits with his legs crossed, chewing gum and commenting on the answers of his classmates. Around her neck is a pendant key, which she twists with her fingers. The loafers are white and black, like his sister's, but the laces are red, and in his ear there is a small gold leaf earring.

Trinonna means "priest". The quietest. The hair is smooth, without ahoge, the bangs are even. The blazer is buttoned up, the collar is up. Floral embroidery on the sleeve is the only decoration. He sits upright, palms folded as if in prayer. His eyes are fixed on the window, his lips move slightly, whispering a prophecy. On the left wrist is a bracelet made of white beads. When the bell rings, all three jump up at the same time and run to the door in single file, whispering dolphin-like voices.

A hyacin schoolgirl would look like this. Her hair is pink, of a soft warm shade, like hyacinth petals, gathered in two high ponytails, twisted into tight spiral curls that reach her shoulders. At the tips, pink smoothly flows into pale blue, as if someone dipped the strands in watercolor. The tails are fixed with fluffy hairpins that look like small clouds. Bangs curl in unruly curls, and two curled curls descend on the sides, framing the face. The eyes are large, bright turquoise, the color of a clear spring sky, with sparkles in the iris, similar to tiny stars. The look is soft, warm, radiating kindness and care. The skin is light, with a delicate pink blush on the cheeks. The eyebrows are thin, arched, slightly lighter than the hair. Her lips are pale pink, always folded into a slight smile. His height is slightly below average, his figure is fragile. The movements are light, as if she is not walking, but floating in the air. The clothes are school uniforms with celestial motifs. A white blazer with burgundy piping and a gold pattern around the edges, over a cream blouse with a jabot. On the lapel there is a golden brooch in the form of a hyacinth flower. The skirt is white with burgundy, multi-layered, with a scalloped hem; The top layer has a pink border, the bottom layer has a silver trim. At the waist there is a black strap, which at the back turns into a pink bow with a gold clasp. Around the neck there is a blue bow ribbon with a golden flower in the middle, the left end is longer than the right. The sleeves are separate, white, puffy, with a gold border and white cuffs; on both sides there are gold hyacinth jewelry. On the head there is a burgundy beret with white trim, decorated with wings and a golden semi-ring-halo. Knee socks are white, dense. Shoes are black low-heeled loafers with pink soles, gold flower clasps and burgundy bows at the ankles. On the backpack hangs a pegasus keychain, a plush head with dark eyes. A first-aid kit sticks out of her side pocket - she always carries band-aids for her classmates. As he walks down the hallway, he whistles a melody softly, and it seems as if invisible wings are about to spread behind him.

Hysilensa a schoolgirl would look like this. Her hair is long, almost white, with an ashy tint, falling just below her shoulder blades in soft waves, like sea foam dried by the wind. Part of the strands in the front is dyed a deep plum purple, creating the effect of two tones: the light top darkens towards the ends, as if the hair is wet in inky water. On her head is a hairpin in the shape of a seashell, mother-of-pearl, with a bluish tint, which caught the light from the window. The eyes are large, dark blue, the color of deep ocean water before a storm, with silvery specks at the pupils, like beads scattered on dark velvet. The gaze is calm, a little detached, but with a soft curious spark. On the left cheek there is a pair of small shiny scales, as if scattered on the skin in an accidental scattering; they shimmer in the sun. The skin is pale, with a slight cool blush. The eyebrows are thin, slightly curved, of the same ash shade as the hair. Her lips were pale pink, slightly plump, always moistened, as if she had just come out of the water. Clothing - school uniform with marine motifs. A dark blue blazer with lilac piping on the lapels and cuffs, over a white blouse with a neat jabot. The skirt is dark purple in a pleat, just above the knee, with a thin light blue line along the hem, resembling a surf line. Around the neck is a short ribbon tie of pale purple color, fastened with a small shell pin. Black knee socks just above the knee with a pair of neat cutouts on the side. On his legs are dark loafers with a silver buckle. On his left wrist is a thin bracelet made of small shells, woven in the manner of a bracelet by a friend. The backpack is ordinary, but with a sea urchin keychain. Music notebooks stick out of her side pocket as she hums softly as she walks down the school hallway, the sound echoing. A small emblem of the school in the form of a stylized golden shell is pinned on the chest. His height is slightly above average, his posture is straight, and his movements are smooth, like those of a person accustomed to water. When he smiles, dimples appear on his cheeks, and the scales sparkle a little brighter.

The schoolgirl Keridra looks as if the school uniform is a compromise between her natural authority and dress code, and the uniform obeys her, not the other way around. She is of medium height, slender, with a straight, almost motionless posture, as if she is used to sitting on a throne, and not at a desk. The movements are sparse, calibrated, not a single unnecessary gesture. Her skin is very light, almost white, with a cool porcelain hue, which, combined with her hair color, makes her look like an antique porcelain doll.

Her hair is long, white, with a faint ash-blue tint, gathered in a low ponytail thrown over her right shoulder. The front strands are short, cut evenly, as if under a ruler, framing the face with clear lines. The forehead is open, which emphasizes the austere, cold look. On his head is a miniature tiara made of darkened silver with a tiny blue stone, which looks like a hairpin at school, but on it looks like a crown. The eyebrows are thin, light, with a kink that gives the face an expression of calm superiority.

The eyes are bright blue, rich, cold, like the winter sky before a snowfall, with pupils of regular shape, which in bright light take on a steely hue. Her gaze is direct, not blinking, evaluating, as if she sees through and has already decided everything about everyone in the class.

The school uniform on it looks like an exclusive order: a dark blue jacket with an asymmetrical cut - the right edge is longer than the left, silver buttons and a thin geometric pattern of diamonds on the lapels. Under the jacket there is a white blouse with a high collar, buttoned up to the top, and a dark blue neckerchief tied in a tight knot. On the left shoulder there is a small silver patch in the form of a chess queen.

On his right hand is a black glove without fingers up to the elbow, on his left hand are two thin silver chains wrapped around his wrist. The trousers are dark blue, straight, with a white line on the sides. On the right leg there is a black stocking up to the thigh, on the left - a thin strap with a silver buckle. The shoes are black, with heels, with a silver fastener. The backpack is black, with a silver queen clasp.

Midei the schoolboy looks as if the form for him is an attempt to tame the flame, and the form loses. He is tall, taller than almost everyone in the class, with a sturdy build, broad shoulders, and strong arms that can be seen even through the fabric. His skin was tanned, with a golden tint, as if he had spent the whole summer under the scorching sun. The movements are sharp, swift, as if he is used not to walking, but to rushing forward.

His hair is light brown with a strawberry tint, disheveled, of medium length, with reddish tips as if scorched by fire. The strands curl upwards, not amenable to combing. On the right hangs a thin braided braid, the only neat element of the hairstyle, decorated with a small golden clasp. Her hair is slicked back, but it flies away from any movement. The eyebrows are light, thick, with a sharp kink, giving the face a predatory expression.

The eyes are bright yellow, warm, with an amber sheen, and the pupils are in the shape of a tiny sun, which is noticeable only up close. The gaze is wild, direct, knowing no doubts. There are reddish shadows around the eyes, like traces of soot. The left ear is decorated with a large golden earring with a small sapphire that glitters in the light.

The uniform on him sits as if it were small: the dark blue jacket is stretched, the sleeves are too short, the buttons are fastened only with two. Under the jacket there is a black T-shirt instead of a shirt, tightly fitting the chest. On the left shoulder, over the jacket, there is a shabby golden patch in the form of a sun. The collar is unbuttoned, exposing the neck with a reddish tattoo pattern similar to writing, going down to the collarbone.

On the right arm, from shoulder to forearm, you can see crimson tattoos - sinuous lines resembling runes. The right bicep is intercepted by a thin metal hoop. Around his neck is a massive chain of darkened gold, too heavy for a schoolboy.

The trousers are dark gray, with scuffs on the knees, sitting low on the hips. Black boots with thick soles, laced up somehow, with untied ends. He wears the backpack on one shoulder, covered in scuffs, with a keychain in the form of a small golden fang.

Anaxa the schoolboy looks like he came to class from the library, where he spent the whole night — and still manages to look the most elegant in the classroom. He is of medium height, slender, with a thin, almost fragile figure, but his back is always straight, and his movements are restrained and precise, as if every movement is thought out in advance. The skin is light, almost porcelain, with a barely noticeable pallor, which, combined with the color of his hair, gives him a slightly unhealthy, but attractive appearance.

His hair is long, light green, with a soft mint-turquoise tint, gathered in a low ponytail thrown over his right shoulder. A few strands near his face are knocked out and fall on his cheekbones, but he rarely adjusts them. The bangs are oblique, slightly covering the left eye. The eyebrows are thin, neat, a little lighter than the hair.

The eyes are pale aquamarine, transparent, like ice cubes in water, with purple pupils that seem almost violet in the sun. His left eye is hidden under a black bandage with a delicate gold pattern, a detail that is controversial in the school environment, but he never explains it. The look is calm, evaluating, with a slight squint, as if he has already understood everything about you.

The school uniform on him looks like a custom: a dark blue jacket is a little looser than necessary, but fits cleanly. Underneath it is a turquoise sleeveless jacket with a delicate gold pattern along the edge, which replaced the usual vest. The white shirt is buttoned up to the collar, the neckerchief is rolled up in a tight knot. On the chest there is a small turquoise star on a pin.

On the right hand, from the wrist to the forearm, a red tattoo is noticeable, similar to ancient writing; The right sleeve of the shirt is rolled up, the tattoo is visible. His left hand is in a black glove without fingers, on top of which are two thin gold bracelets. The trousers are black, straight, without pleats. Shoes are black with turquoise soles. The backpack is dark, with a small gold keychain with a zipper.

A schoolboy phaenon looks as if the uniform for him was sewn not by a fashion designer, but by an armorer — and still looks collected and slightly careless. He is tall, head and shoulders above most, with a straight, almost military posture. Wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs give him a resemblance to a swimmer, movements are smooth and sparse.

His hair was white, disheveled, falling on his forehead in uneven strands, as if he had stepped into the wind. Part of the hair is combed back, but returns; he throws back the strand with a click. The eyebrows are slightly lighter than the hair, almost transparent in the sun, with a sharp kink that gives the face severity.

The eyes are bright blue, saturated like the winter sky, with a crystal clarity in which you can read calm strength. The gaze is direct and attentive. The face is beautiful, with chiseled cheekbones, sunken cheeks and a hard jawline; The nose is straight, with a hump.

Around the neck is a thin leather cord with a golden medallion in the shape of the sun, barely visible from under the collar. The medallion hides a yellow mark that looks like a radiant circle - either a birthmark or a burn mark, but it does not show it.

The school uniform fits in a special way: a dark blue jacket is unbuttoned at the collar, the tie is slightly loosened. On the right shoulder there is a white and gold sewn-on badge resembling a coat of arms. The white shirt is ironed, but the right sleeve is rolled up to the elbow, revealing a tanned arm with a dark strap and gray bracelets. The left sleeve is long, over the wrist there is a golden bracelet and a brown fingerless glove, a detail that looks strange at school, but does not raise questions.

Dark gray pants, on his left thigh is a black strap with a folding knife, which he wears out of habit. On his feet are black lace-up boots, polished, but with dust on the soles, as if he is walking from home.

On cooler days, he wears a knee-length sandy brown coat lined with bright yellow fabric, noticeable when the floors flutter in the wind. The coat is not from the school wardrobe - old, with golden buttons and a pattern on the edges of the sleeves. The old backpack is black, without badges, with a keychain in the form of a beam.