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Mana Personal Name: Aadrian Wolfe Age: 22 Gender: Male Class: Battlemage Rank: D-rank Guild: None. (Intends to join Fairy Tail) Tattoo: Right Side of Neck Face: Resperidone by Qkie on DeviantArt Appearance Height: Five feet, Seven Inches (5'7")/170 cm/1.7 metres Weight: 145 lbs/65.7 kgs/ 10.36 stone Hair: Black Eyes: This is the colour of his eyes. It is known as USC Gold. Overall: Aadrian is young man of average height and weight with messy black hair and intense golden eyes that constantly dart about. He is a ball of barely contained energy with a quiet step to match his voice, which has a slight speech impediment. He dresses plainly most of the time, disregarding formal wear for comfort. Being raised as a Nomad, he sees no need for such things. He has a tattoo, almost a brand, of a lightning bolt on his right forearm that stretches down to his middle and ring finger, stopping just short of his fingernails. Some swear to have seen it move on it's own when he is casting, but there is no proof of this and Aadrian always laughs off but never answers or otherwise acknowledges questions regarding the mark. Extra: Though his usual outfit may change, the one constant shall always be his leather duster, crimson in colour, which he says is made from the skin of a hell hound, though he's not quite sure if it's true as he inherited it from his Master when he died. The same goes for his black leather belt, which is an ordinary belt. He refuses to let anyone touch either and refuses to explain why the belt is important, though the belt looks as if it used to carry a sheathe of some sort. Personality Personality: Aadrian is, as explained before, a barely contained ball of hyperactivity, constantly restrained by an unknown force from darting about and inspecting everything that catches his eye. He has a quick, dry wit dripping of sarcasm when necessary and always speaks his mind, which has a tendency to easily make enemies and get him in trouble. He will occasionally join in on conversations to spout random, slightly unrelated information, but only if he knows the people in the conversation well enough to do so. He enjoys making others laugh and hates to see his friends sad, which he makes quickly. If you've spent the day with him, he considers you a lifelong friend and will even gladly mark you with his own personal brand of lightning, should you wish it. However, this all changes when he is in combat. He becomes steadfast and confident, fearless against every opponent he has met so far. His attention becomes focused on the matter at hand and the field of combat, very little escaping his intense, darting gaze. He believes there is no such thing as a fair fight and will do whatever it takes to win, short of endangering innocent lives and bystanders. He is not merciless, however. He will not strike down an opponent who yields or someone who is clearly utterly defeated. However, if his opponent yields falsely or takes hostages, they should beware... Sparring with friends and random people he challenges in the street his favourite past-time, whether he wins or not. Likes:
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Magic Magic Name: Wrath of the Skies Magic Element: Lightning Magic Description: Wrath of the Skies was founded many generations ago by a small nomadic tribe in the Sieghart Mountains. Their Wizards understood that lightning has many purposes, especially combat. However, it takes many years to master all of it's forms, but it was originally created to empower the defenders of this tribe, it's name now lost to time. Those who are students of the Wrath of the Skies are almost always at the forefront of battle, using their Lightning Magic to it's utmost offensive capability. Practitioners of this magic usually have a faint scent of ozone about them and make people in the general vicinity hair's stand on end. In this particular branch of magic, the three forms of Wrath of the Skies are Offensive, Self-Buff Speed, and Supplementary. These are the only types of spells Aadrian can use. TL;DR: Offensive Lightning Magic. Those who use it smell like ozone and make you hair stand on end if you hang around them. History History: Aadrian Wolfe was born to a tribe of Nomads in the Sieghart Mountains. These Nomads were known as Those Who Walk with Lightning as they worshiped a great Thunderbird known as Xolotl, who they claimed revealed the secrets of the skies to them millenia ago. But there is no historical proof to these claims. Even as a young man, Aadrian had an affinity for Lightning Magic, surpassing his peers quickly. Unfortunately, his peers relied mostly of Defensive magics while Aadrian had more of a leaning towards Offensive magics. Being a tribe of peace, Aadrian's Elders gave him a choice at ten years old: to either train under a mysterious man known as Vanguard or to stop using magic altogether. Aadrian, being the strong headed child he was, agreed to train with this man in the hopes of learning more magic that would appeal to him so that he may become a better Mage. Aadrian and Vanguard left the tribe behind to train deeper in the maze known as the Sieghart Mountains. Nine years after he left, he returned to his tribe, ready to become their strongest warrior, having learned almost everything he needed to know about Wrath of the Skies. But his tribe was no more. Raiders had slaughtered them, taking their gold trinkets that held little value. He spent a week burying every man, woman, and child. Aadrian attempted to return to Vanguard to tell him this news only to find their old camp had been scuttled, leaving only a few things behind. Among them, three words that have led him through Fiore the last three years: "Join Fairy Tail." |
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