(You can totally just reject me if it's too late to join)
Name - Braden Ray Long
Age - 16 years old
Birthday - October 23, 1998
Gender - Male
Sexuality - Straight
Power - Air
Room Number - 10
Occupation - Student
Year - 2nd year
Electives- Archery & Hand-to-Hand Combat
Clubs - N/A
Sports - N/A
Personality - Quiet, Held back, Calculating, Near Emotionless, and slightly paranoid about people.
Likes: Quiet places, Solitude, Animals (any kind), being left alone, and Candy.
Dislikes: Non-magic fires, Gatherings, Randomness, Guns, and Talking.
Hobbies: Seeking out dark places where he can often be alone. Also finding animals and tending to them. When not doing these, he is looking at police records and criminal backgrounds to see if he can find... the killer.
Strengths: Braden can make himself float, and the air around him can increase or decrease. He can also completely change it's direction and strength, throwing things at walls or anywhere really. He is also incredibly versatile in his fighting technique, going from quick jabs with his fists to throwing you into objects in a matter of moments.
Weakness: Solids... Just, solids... While Braden is extremely talented and can hold his own in many other situations, he is mostly clumsy and a bit of a daydreamer, of dark thoughts that is. He is also incredibly weak against most kinds of earth related magics, like metal or plant magic.
Fears: Of course there's the fear of death. He is also afraid of guns and natural fires.
Ambition: To find the killer of his future. The murderer of his family, the reason he's an orphan. Braden's main drive is revenge.
Appearance - Braden has black hair that is usually unkempt and hidden under his black and white hat. He has blue eyes, though he is slightly blind in one eye, despite the lack of a scar. His skin is slightly tanned, more from burns than from sunlight. He wears all black and white clothing, with black pants and white shoes, as well as a white undershirt and a mostly black robe with a clip imbued with a sapphire.
History - Braden had a normal life, with no elements involved whatsoever. He had a loving mother and father, as well as a younger sister and a twin brother. His hair was blond back than, and he was much more open and happy towards others. That was, until HE came. It happened late in the night, and everyone was asleep except for his mother, who was waiting for father to get home so they could go to bed together, The door opened and the man walked through, not caring for the mother's scared expression as he pulled out a gun and shot her dead. He walked through the house, finding the bedroom where the children now lay afraid in their beds. He pulled out a knife as well this time, and made his way towards the sister. Braden and the twin reacted quickly and bravely, jumping out of their beds to stop the attacker. He fired, and missed as they worked together to tackle him to the ground. The gun flew out of his hand, toward their bed, and stopped shimmering in the light of the hall. The man threw them both off, slicing Braden on the eye as he did, not entirely on purpose. The pain was hot and deep, and Braden, being a 10 year old at the time, couldn't scream or cry, only lay there, motionless. The twin got back to his knees, but that was all the time the man needed, and he shot the twin in the chest. Braden felt a part of him die then, but he didn't care, he couldn't care, the pain was so hot, so intense. He could feel the man's eyes on his back, but he must have thought Braden had been killed, so he moved on. He put the gun on the pillow the sister was trying to hide herself with, and it made a muffled pop and the crying of fear stopped. The front door opened then, and a cry of mixed emotions rang out. The man left the room and Braden could hear a struggle, but there was a shot, and another, than it was over. Braden blacked out for a moment, and when he woke, the house was engulfed in flames. He managed to get to his feet and use the window as a fire exit, like his father had always taught him. He blacked out again then, and when he came to, he was in an ambulance, and there were flashing lights everywhere. They put something over his mouth and nose, but he didn't like it, it smelled too strongly of... When he woke again, it was morning, and the fire was on the news. Instead of crying his heart out, he remained emotionless, indifferent, he was too traumatized to feel. He knew what would happen next, he wasn't stupid; they'd send him to an orphanage and there he would stay. He would not have it. He got out of his bed, peeling the bandage off his eye but still not seeing anything out of it. He went to the balcony to look for a safe-haven, but his depth perception was off and he tripped over the railing, flailing uselessly. He felt now, he felt fear, but it was replaced by amazement as he begin to levitate. He willed himself to lower slowly, but it didn't happen until he pointed in the direction he wanted to go. He honed his newfound talent from that day on until recently. He was new at the school, but he was too old to be a first year.
