Re: Character Exercise: History!
(I'll post for the guy, my writing skill has gotten a bit rusty and stale :/so don't blame me if its bland and boring D:<. On that note allow me to get on with the post. >.>)
Quick Bio.
Name: Il'aklir Dazenza
Age: 18
Race: human/mage
Tier: archai.
Terms in post: Seneri - self energy, Dokeri - destroying energy, Guleri - Protection energy, Archai - highest mage tier, lurhai upper tier mage, Vanhai - normal tier mage, hulhai - low tier mage.
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Landing on his backside Il shouted loudly, the force of the blot of lightning took him by surprise. Il brushed his shaggy hair from his eyes, shaking his head and refocusing his pale eyes up at the one who'd knocked him on his backside.
"Get up boy, training isn't finished yet, Not untill you can block that lighting bolt and redirect it. So get your lazy cheeseburger eating, slow thinking, minor mage backside up off the floor and lets run the drill one more god-damned time." Il leered at his teacher, professor Orci had always been harsh on him but with good reason, Scrambling to his feet Il reset his stance, focusing those pale cold almost dead eyes on Orci. 'Left hand forwards, right foot back. Focus weight on right foot, take lighting in through left hand conert to own energy and respond with double force bolt.' The pattern wa simple enough but the execution woud be the devil. Curling his knuckles aroudn on his right hand he left his left palm open. Slow breaths, fast thoughts. Twisting his right hand he braced himself, he never fully prepared for the sheer force of near pure energy's impact.
Orci launched a strong lightning bolt again from his right hand sending it surging at Il's core. The wind whistled past the bolt at Il sending his hair billowing out and played like a shoddily spun spider web. Shifting his left hand he brought it infront of him, opened his Seneri pathways and let the lighting in, as the bolt travelled up his arm the force began to knock him back a little but as it flowed in, The vicious Dokeri, became part of his own seneri. Channelling the energy over his shoulders across the nape of his neck the senrai within him shone a light ice blue as it leeched out of him. He wasn't just absorbing the energy he was converting and adding to it. By the time the senrai reached his right arm it was almost four-times the force. As the dokeri finished being converted to seneri, Il twisted his right hand thrusting it forwards, with a snap the pent up seneri in his right arm was expeloled in a savage blast of lightning dokeri. As the bolt flew across the grount at the professor it tor the tiles off of the floor, Orci put up a six layer guleri to withstand the shock of the blast.
"Need any more proof that your an Archai? You took a thirteenth tier dokeri blast of pure lightning and rose it to a fifty-second tier dokeri lighting wave." An Archai the highest level of mage, throughout the whole history of hak'avili there had only ever been thirty two Archai, and Il was one of them, actually he was the thirty third. His seneri off the charts, but his control over it due to his young age sill elementary, he could only respond to attacks, not create his own, though his responses were several times more devastating than the original. Orci sompled as he lead Il out of the training hall."I still dont believe an eighteen year old managed to pull off a tier fifty-two technique. though i suppose the archai's power is untold." Despite being one of the rarest classes of mage, he hated it. Utterly loathed it, mostly for the fact that nothing he did was ever his hard work. People just chalked it up to his "natural talent". Every thing he didwas expected of him. He never impressed anyone. He balled his fist, something within him was stirring, his seneri burst forth from his right arm like a sword of pure dokeri. Orci grew wide eyed, and took several steps back leaving il in the centre of the room. "That's..That's a tier one hundred technique. Only the grand masters are supposed to be able to have enough seneri to prefrom that tech." Il was now both shocked and slightly in awe. The blade of dokeri was stabilized from the end of his right arm, extrudeing itself from his knuckles.
"A tier one-hundred technique? This blade of dokeri?" Il jammed the blade into the wall, but was met with no resistance, he was cutting through almost four feet of solid granite with no effort. His eyes gre wide at the amount of ease he found himself useing this technique with. In thoae pale eyes something ignited, a spark, a newly kindled flame, a drop of water in a pool. It didn't matter what it was called something had brought itself back to life. Il halted the seneri flow to his right arm and the blade turned itself off. "That was awe-"
"That was not awesome, that now means that no person here is qualified to teach you. You have to go train with the grand masters themselves." "Why?" "The law, any student who learns a technique tier seventy or above, must train with the grand masters alone. It's been fun Il but now you've got to train with those better than me." Orci's gaze fell to the floor as he trudged off alone out of the training room leaveing Il alone with his thoughts. He's utilized a teir one hundred technique. Him, the mage who couldn't attack on his won, had instinctually activated a tier one-hundred dokeri technique. Flexing his fingers Il still couldn't believe it.
Il glanced around the room, the trashed splintered floor, the cracked broken tiles, if not for the open ceiling the room would have been filled with dust too. Though mages needed sunlight as an alternative seneri source. Il flexed his fingers and slid his hand to the sword at his waist, he'd never need it, but learning how to fight without his magic was always preferable to relying solely on his magical skill. Il dragged his mind across the emotions he had fet, and all that he felt when he activated that technique was aggravation, angst, and annoyance. He hated something and that pushed him to gain more skill, now that he liked it he simply had to try and reproduce the results. without the emotional trigger, the shortest route for him was to find the emotion and replicate his seneri flow, from there it was easy to reproduce. Though now he couldn't remember everything, small ammounts of granit edust flew up into the smoky plumes of the room, floating out through the roof, however melted granite smelled worse than rotten eggs in summer being boiled. I wa just not a nice smell, and it was throwing off his learning curve. Slamming his hand into the door he felt another surge of rage and feltthe blade willing itself to reappear, but Il held it back.
~Three days later~
Leaveing for the grandmasters temple was the hardest thing he'd had to do to date. The way was treacherous, and all his friends-if he could clal them that-were in that school. Still he soldiered on, if he had to train under the best to become a mage he would, nothign wouldstop him, not rocky crags with jagged sheer drops, not thundering blizzards with hailstones the size of a man's fist. Not the desert laied bare of all life, and so dry that even the clouds evaporated. Still his quest was headed for the grand-mage temple. If he could make it he would have been the youngest mage to ever be invited to the temple. His journey to the temple would take him far afeild, over wide places and large expanses. He would meet people who both loved and feared mages. He might even find love on the way. But this is just a snipped of his history, the day he discovered how poerful he truely was.
( Pass or fail. I had fun writing this :D, and now have an urge to start a Rp based around this idea >.>;;)