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Mana Personal Name: Art Von Tyraec Age: 21 Gender: Male Sexuality: Demisexual Class: Sorcerer Rank: D-rank Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Golden, on left upper quarter of his torso, few inches bellow his clavicle Face: Kashaw Vesh [Critical Role. PC of Will Friedle] Appearance Height: 195 cm, 6'5" Weight: 223 lb, 101 kg Hair: Long Brown. Eyes: Heterochromia Iridum Left one is blue, right is hazel Overall: Art is tall and strongly built man. Healthy complexion, long brown hair, usually tied into a bride. As for the body: wide shoulders, narrow waist make him triangle shaped in a way, but he isn't full on body builder, he is muscular, but still looks rather normal. Not like it matters anyway since he's rarely seen without full armour. Extra: Some burns and few cuts on his right arm (lookig like battle scars), one stabbing scar around his liver and one on his left shoulderblade. Personality Personality: Art is a rather calm and serious person. Almost never allowing his emotion to disturb his sight and rather focusing on strategy and efficiency. He knows when to run away to fight another day, even if it hurts his pride, he knows there are things more important than this. Because he considers himself to be a tool in hands of fate, he rarely cares about others, which might make him seem like a selfish person, but he isn’t heartless and if he’ll find a way to help someone he will do it. Even without a gain. He can work with others, but he prefers to do his job alone, he doesn’t want to rely on others and in return, he wants others to not rely on him. Likes:
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Magic Magic Name:Bearer of the Word: Oath of The Cinders Magic Element: Light Magic Description: Rather strange magic. The user which swears an oath makes a sort of contract with a Higher Being which allows usage of powers. Oath of the Cinders gives user a spark of light, shining as a torch in the middle of the night. Lady of the Shine guides the user, but in return, the user cannot break the Oath or he becomes the Oathbreaker. Oath of Cinders allows user to shape the light. In some regards it is similar in a way to Ice-Make magic, as the light can be shaped into weapons. But the limitations do not stop there, as weapons made of light can sometimes not be that useful, he can cover his (or others with enough practice) weapon in radiant energy. Expanding his limitations even further, he can call for help of his Lady herself to smite the enemies of her champion with Just and Might of the Light or expand the limits of her spark in him to cover his whole Being in the same energy as his weapons. (Offensive, Defensive, Supplementary and Self Buff Strenght. All from Sorcerer type.) The Oath which Art swore is: I will wander the path of Light and Sun, never bath in darkness and always be just in my judgement. History History: Part of human history is fear of death. A cruel mistress which cares not for your wealth, status nor feelings. Many tried to fight it, but not many succeeded. But, there was other way. Faith. Gods, Higher Beings, Spirits of the Ancient. Faith was the way to help common folks to stop fearing death. But it wasn’t enough for everyone. Through History many has found that Faith wasn’t enough. They wanted immortality. Some achieved it. One of those people was the Lady of The Shine. Quite an enigmatic persona, who managed to achieve the status of a Demigod among her followers, which fight in her name in endless war against her equally as enigmatic rival, Crimson King. Even if the knowledge of them is long forgotten, the Orders still are active to this day, in forever strife for the upper hand. Born as a follower of Lady of The Shine, Art was taken as an Acolyte to determine not only his purpose in the ranks of the Order. But the life of a Priest or a Scholar was not for him. A path of the Word Bearer is not something which is given to anyone. One must prove himself not only in the eyes of higher ranking members, but also has to be chosen by Fate. It’s not really know how much of it is true, but for young mind of thirteen years old Art it was quite an experience. From the day in which his fate was decided, his life changed, trainings, lessons, work and endless curiosity of the meaning of his fate… Young boy studied day and night, looking for the meaning of the words he heard, and yet there was nothing, so he searched more, but it had no effect. Just pointless looking for clues. Even if one is said to be adult from the age of eighteen, it still wasn’t end to his training. As in the age of his twenty birthday, day of the final test approached. Test of faith and devotion to the Order. Trial by Cinders. Trapped in the castle buried under the ashes he was deemed to look for the amulet which he had to bring back to the Elders of the Order to prove himself. It might have been days, weeks or months. Time in Ashen Wastes in which he was send to circled endlessly, never moving in any logical manner. Fighting for life with fallen shells of former self, once belonging to his predecessors he managed to find the amulet and return to the Order. As his test was completed he swore his oath, and thus the amulet became his own. The mark of his devotion to the Lady of Shine, being Bearer of the Oath and on top of that, having the part of lightly powers in him. So he wandered off from his home, to find the meaning of his fate… “All the wants you waste, all the things you chased. It all crashes down on you. You point the finger, but no one is around. The Castle Crumbles. Your Crown Breaks. There is only name… King Nothing. Where is your crown?” Reference: N/A |
Last edited by Art Von Tyraec on Wed Oct 11, 2017 1:28 pm; edited 4 times in total (Reason for editing : Hope the magic will be more obvious now.)
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