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A Rp based on Mage: The Ascention with three Original Characters. The action happens in London, around 2016.
Despite his age, and his initial rocky life, a healthy lifestyle free from addictions has kept Scepter's body in good shape. He isn't a young adult anymore, but can walk and run without problems, and his eyesight is not that bad. His body has many scars, always covered by clothes, from that incident in Argentina. His day to day clothing is quite laid back, and will wear a suit when the occasion calls for it, but he always wears all black. He carries a bag black bag that most people find feminine, but artists are eccentric like that.
Standing at 5'3", the Persian boy is always seen wearing a pair of flayed cargo pants and an orange hoodie. Since Cael almost always on the run, he rarely finds quality time to keep up with hygiene. If he finds a laundromat he will look to consider staying for a new set of clean clothes. Around his neck, he rests a pair of headphones connected to the iPod in his sweater.
Cael's hoodie and plain t-shirt conceal a stab would above his right shoulder blade. In addition, all of the bones along his right arm are broken. It was left unattended ~2 years ago and healed improperly, rendering it unusable. He tucks in this arm in his pocket from public eyes. Due to lack of use, it shows a clear musculature difference compared to his left arm.
Cael keeps a switchblade hidden in his pants. His countenance makes him come off as an angry child, but he will feign amiability when the occasion benefits him.
Scepter was unfortunate enough to be born in Argentina, and be a young adult, an artist, a student, and a hopeless idealist, when the last military dictatorship struck the country. Him and his girlfriend joined the people who opposed to the regime. And during this time, his girlfriend getting pregnant took them by surprise. They lowered their profiles after having their daughter, but destiny had them in the wrong place at the wrong time.
They found themselves in the middle of an attack, were his girlfriend died, and he ended up wounded, but at least their daughter was not harmed. He went into hiding, and eventually found a way out of the country. He hated to give up like that, and was in great pain for his loss, but he feared for the life of his daughter.
As his daughter grew up, he took any job that would leave him a bit of money, and lived in the verge of poverty for some years. When his daughter grew up a little and wasn't a dependant baby anymore, he met through his job an older man, called Pedroni, who after hearing about him being a single dad to a little girl, started helping him out. He always said Scepter was destined to something big.
With some of the weight of his life off his shoulders, he went back to the artistic side of him he had left behind: the writer. He started writing again. None of the political and idealistic fiction that got him in trouble in Argentina, because it brought back bad memories. Mostly horror, inspired by his inner sadness, and fantasy, the kind of stories he liked to show his daughter.
He started showing his work to editors and publishers. But the more he wrote, some strange things started happening to him. A character of him, inspired on Pedroni, who was a powerful mage with a thing for shooting firewalls, started showing more and more coincidental similarities with Pedroni, and the man showed a strange behaviour too, and lots of secrecy. He stumbled upon the protagonist of one of his horror stories, which he'd later know was a vampire. And so, the coincidences started stacking. Eventually, he tried writing on purpose things he wanted to happen. And coincidences continued stacking.
At the age of 45, Scepter was one of the most prolific and well paid authors, always fighting with Stephen King for the title of King of horror. He changed his original, latin name, for the name Scepter Scriven, his original pen name, more fitting for England, his current home.
His awakening was surprisingly non-violent, for someone who held so many horrors in his mind. He had stayed over at Pedroni's house, his daughter now an adult and living far away. The strange vision came to him while he drank his morning tea. And when he was back to normal, Pedroni was standing next to him, with a huge smile on his face.
Pedroni became his mentor, and Scepter a disciple. Today, Scepter is 60 years old, has been a mage for the last fifteen years, and only now he's prepared to confront the death of his life. Will he let go of his grief, or delve in the mages' world, looking for a way to bring his girlfriend back?
They found themselves in the middle of an attack, were his girlfriend died, and he ended up wounded, but at least their daughter was not harmed. He went into hiding, and eventually found a way out of the country. He hated to give up like that, and was in great pain for his loss, but he feared for the life of his daughter.
As his daughter grew up, he took any job that would leave him a bit of money, and lived in the verge of poverty for some years. When his daughter grew up a little and wasn't a dependant baby anymore, he met through his job an older man, called Pedroni, who after hearing about him being a single dad to a little girl, started helping him out. He always said Scepter was destined to something big.
With some of the weight of his life off his shoulders, he went back to the artistic side of him he had left behind: the writer. He started writing again. None of the political and idealistic fiction that got him in trouble in Argentina, because it brought back bad memories. Mostly horror, inspired by his inner sadness, and fantasy, the kind of stories he liked to show his daughter.
He started showing his work to editors and publishers. But the more he wrote, some strange things started happening to him. A character of him, inspired on Pedroni, who was a powerful mage with a thing for shooting firewalls, started showing more and more coincidental similarities with Pedroni, and the man showed a strange behaviour too, and lots of secrecy. He stumbled upon the protagonist of one of his horror stories, which he'd later know was a vampire. And so, the coincidences started stacking. Eventually, he tried writing on purpose things he wanted to happen. And coincidences continued stacking.
At the age of 45, Scepter was one of the most prolific and well paid authors, always fighting with Stephen King for the title of King of horror. He changed his original, latin name, for the name Scepter Scriven, his original pen name, more fitting for England, his current home.
His awakening was surprisingly non-violent, for someone who held so many horrors in his mind. He had stayed over at Pedroni's house, his daughter now an adult and living far away. The strange vision came to him while he drank his morning tea. And when he was back to normal, Pedroni was standing next to him, with a huge smile on his face.
Pedroni became his mentor, and Scepter a disciple. Today, Scepter is 60 years old, has been a mage for the last fifteen years, and only now he's prepared to confront the death of his life. Will he let go of his grief, or delve in the mages' world, looking for a way to bring his girlfriend back?
Despite his age, and his initial rocky life, a healthy lifestyle free from addictions has kept Scepter's body in good shape. He isn't a young adult anymore, but can walk and run without problems, and his eyesight is not that bad. His body has many scars, always covered by clothes, from that incident in Argentina. His day to day clothing is quite laid back, and will wear a suit when the occasion calls for it, but he always wears all black. He carries a bag black bag that most people find feminine, but artists are eccentric like that.
For the people who know him, he's the cute grandpa. He's gentle, warm, usually in a warm mood when in public, and assumes everyone is starving to death and feeds them, preferably with food cooked by himself. In private, he's a bit of a sad individual. His mentor, more often than not, sees him either serious or depressed.
For his fans, he's a psychopath. A man of his age always dressed in black with a feminine bag is off putting, and the gap between his gentle demeanour and the horrors he writes is too big. His fans swear he's up to something, and has many secrets hidden under his carpet. The fact that Specter affirms he wants to scare people on purpose and identifies himself with the villains of his stories doesn't help.
Demeanor: Gentle.
Nature: Searcher (I hope that's the correct word in English)
Searcher Essence (Again, I hope it's the correct word).
For his fans, he's a psychopath. A man of his age always dressed in black with a feminine bag is off putting, and the gap between his gentle demeanour and the horrors he writes is too big. His fans swear he's up to something, and has many secrets hidden under his carpet. The fact that Specter affirms he wants to scare people on purpose and identifies himself with the villains of his stories doesn't help.
Demeanor: Gentle.
Nature: Searcher (I hope that's the correct word in English)
Searcher Essence (Again, I hope it's the correct word).
It was through his writing that Scepter was able to discover the mind modifies the world, and not the other way around. Actually, a lot of people think that (Law of attraction? Anyone?), but most people forget something crucial. They're not the only mind in the world. As every mind pulls in their desired direction to shape the world, the reality becomes a mess of ever changing probabilities. What most people think will happen had a high probability of happening, but the case would be different.
How can a mind turn probabilities in its favour? Being more powerful that the other minds. This knowledge has made his mind powerful enough to try and bend luck to his favour (awakening). To further power up his mind, most of the time he writes in order to organize his thuoghts, and perform magic.
He's mainly proficient in Entropy. His focus is his artistic writing.
He learnt about the Prime sphere from his mentor, and hermetic mage. His focus is actually writing down a spell, and then reading it aloud with some hand movements, old mage style.
He knows a tiny bit of Correspondence. His focus his drawing a map, like those he includes in his stories.
How can a mind turn probabilities in its favour? Being more powerful that the other minds. This knowledge has made his mind powerful enough to try and bend luck to his favour (awakening). To further power up his mind, most of the time he writes in order to organize his thuoghts, and perform magic.
He's mainly proficient in Entropy. His focus is his artistic writing.
He learnt about the Prime sphere from his mentor, and hermetic mage. His focus is actually writing down a spell, and then reading it aloud with some hand movements, old mage style.
He knows a tiny bit of Correspondence. His focus his drawing a map, like those he includes in his stories.
He travels a lot, mostly for an inner search, and it also allows him to meet his fans from all over the world. His mentor, despite being 80 years old, always joins him, craving adventure.
Here, have a cookie for making it this far.
Here, have a cookie for making it this far.
Currently in his forties Lord Vetinari is tall, thin and dresses all in dusty black, including a black skullcap. His appearance has been likened to that of a predatory flamingo, if one existed.
He uses a short lock beard and has half blonde, half grey hair that he uses slicked back.
He uses a short lock beard and has half blonde, half grey hair that he uses slicked back.
He's actually extremelly pragmatic, but takes ideas to the extreme everytime, wich turns every one of his endeavors in a gigantic operative that covers all corners.
Aside his obsesive nature, he's also always alert and extremelly analitic, so he might take some time to start an endeavour, but once started, he tried to fullfill it, just in case.
His home and the chantry has a violent number of traps and security systems, and he requires everyone to add to the security of the chantry.
Vetinari is very good at listening, and has a way of making people uncomfortable so that they talk more and more in trying to dilute the atmosphere. Lord Vetinari is also very manipulative.
His way to do politics in the city is likened to a room full of tension, with people bickering and shouting at one another, and "in the middle of it all, one man, quietly doing his own thing."
Other reasons for his political succes include his mastery of diplomacy and manipulation, his distant and menacing air, his everpresent calmness and composure (which, ironically, make other people ill at ease), and his skills as soldier.
Aside his obsesive nature, he's also always alert and extremelly analitic, so he might take some time to start an endeavour, but once started, he tried to fullfill it, just in case.
His home and the chantry has a violent number of traps and security systems, and he requires everyone to add to the security of the chantry.
Vetinari is very good at listening, and has a way of making people uncomfortable so that they talk more and more in trying to dilute the atmosphere. Lord Vetinari is also very manipulative.
His way to do politics in the city is likened to a room full of tension, with people bickering and shouting at one another, and "in the middle of it all, one man, quietly doing his own thing."
Other reasons for his political succes include his mastery of diplomacy and manipulation, his distant and menacing air, his everpresent calmness and composure (which, ironically, make other people ill at ease), and his skills as soldier.
As all the other aspects in him, his magical ways are various and subtle. He was taught by the Hermetics, and as such he studies magick.
He understands human minds and as such he understands how the will of people work to form the reality. Often, he tries to affect people in general first before using magick to accomplish the effects he needs.
He adheres to the general belief among hermetics that reality is just the tapestry human will makes.
He considers his mind is superior to many others, and most too, so he tries to use it as a conduct for change. Also, he likes a lot of puzzles and riddles to further exercise his mind, being all of them the Foci for his work, along with many materials that are belived to have powers because this beliefs help his work.
He is mostly proficient with Mind sphere and has a minimal knowledge of Prime and Forces.
He has grown a still Static resonance.
He understands human minds and as such he understands how the will of people work to form the reality. Often, he tries to affect people in general first before using magick to accomplish the effects he needs.
He adheres to the general belief among hermetics that reality is just the tapestry human will makes.
He considers his mind is superior to many others, and most too, so he tries to use it as a conduct for change. Also, he likes a lot of puzzles and riddles to further exercise his mind, being all of them the Foci for his work, along with many materials that are belived to have powers because this beliefs help his work.
He is mostly proficient with Mind sphere and has a minimal knowledge of Prime and Forces.
He has grown a still Static resonance.
-He has echoes since an incident that is said to have been on purpose, when he entered a silence. Since then, he doesn't sleep and he can't sleep, but he functions well enough.
- His family coat of arms is a plain, simple sable shield, and therefore does not show up against the black coach in which Vetinari travels - black on black. His family motto is Si non confectus, non reficiat (If it ain't broke, don't fix it).
-Lord Vetinari lives and works in the Parliament, from where he is a member and the caretaker, and where he formed in the "unused" subterranean part the place for the Arturic Chantry.
He sits on a plain wooden chair at the feet of the chair of the president, (much like the Steward of Gondor in The Lord of the Rings).
-He accepts interviews in the Oblong Office (Jest intended on the White House's Oval Office) inside the Chantry. Notably he does not request, or even demand the presence of any of his citizens, but merely has them informed that they "have an appointment with him," and they are promptly escorted to said appointment. When Vetinari considers the meeting ended, he usually dismisses his visitors with the phrase "don't let me detain you." The inherent implication being that he just might if they let him.
-His bedroom is spartan; containing little more than a narrow bed and a few battered cupboards. He apparently requires so little sleep and gets up so early that going to bed is merely an excuse to change his clothes. He is known to always be in his office at very late, (or perhaps early,) hours, apparently just coinciding with when someone wishes to see him and he wishes to see them.
-HATES MIMES and had a member of the chantry flayed for being a mime and conducting a ritual using that as a foci, but the rest of the chantry thought it was an amusing character trait.
-Enjoys reading written music rather than listening to it performed, because the idea of it being performed by people, with all the sweat and saliva involved, strikes him as distasteful.
-Has firmly-held Views about modern art which are not far removed from those he holds concerning mime artists.
-Lord Vetinari enjoys a variety of games and puzzles (both metaphoric and literal); he faithfully completes the daily crossword in every british paper.
-Lord Vetinari has a vast spy network, and he himself is the head of intelligence, the only man who knows all of the information so far collected.
-His success has led many to attempt to emulate him – or, in some extreme cases, to become him. There is apparently an entire group of Marauders devoted to people convinced that they are Vetinari. They often engage in eyebrow-raising competitions.
- His family coat of arms is a plain, simple sable shield, and therefore does not show up against the black coach in which Vetinari travels - black on black. His family motto is Si non confectus, non reficiat (If it ain't broke, don't fix it).
-Lord Vetinari lives and works in the Parliament, from where he is a member and the caretaker, and where he formed in the "unused" subterranean part the place for the Arturic Chantry.
He sits on a plain wooden chair at the feet of the chair of the president, (much like the Steward of Gondor in The Lord of the Rings).
-He accepts interviews in the Oblong Office (Jest intended on the White House's Oval Office) inside the Chantry. Notably he does not request, or even demand the presence of any of his citizens, but merely has them informed that they "have an appointment with him," and they are promptly escorted to said appointment. When Vetinari considers the meeting ended, he usually dismisses his visitors with the phrase "don't let me detain you." The inherent implication being that he just might if they let him.
-His bedroom is spartan; containing little more than a narrow bed and a few battered cupboards. He apparently requires so little sleep and gets up so early that going to bed is merely an excuse to change his clothes. He is known to always be in his office at very late, (or perhaps early,) hours, apparently just coinciding with when someone wishes to see him and he wishes to see them.
-HATES MIMES and had a member of the chantry flayed for being a mime and conducting a ritual using that as a foci, but the rest of the chantry thought it was an amusing character trait.
-Enjoys reading written music rather than listening to it performed, because the idea of it being performed by people, with all the sweat and saliva involved, strikes him as distasteful.
-Has firmly-held Views about modern art which are not far removed from those he holds concerning mime artists.
-Lord Vetinari enjoys a variety of games and puzzles (both metaphoric and literal); he faithfully completes the daily crossword in every british paper.
-Lord Vetinari has a vast spy network, and he himself is the head of intelligence, the only man who knows all of the information so far collected.
-His success has led many to attempt to emulate him – or, in some extreme cases, to become him. There is apparently an entire group of Marauders devoted to people convinced that they are Vetinari. They often engage in eyebrow-raising competitions.
Having lived in the same house, Cael and his siblings were neglected by their druggie parents. When he wasn't under the generous care of the servants, he would spend his time reading about magic in the study. Throughout the years, he'd picked up information from documents and books, ranging from the actual history of magic, terminology, and important factions (current or in the past). Little did Cael know that his parents were being blackmailed out of their money in exchange for keeping silent about their misdeeds. In time, they were unable to keep up on their end of the deal, and because of that he often wondered about the increasingly missing possessions in their estate.
When the raid came about, there was a lot of bloodshed. Cael didn't remember much. It might have been because of the rushing adrenaline, but he does recall the gruesome facial expressions of his siblings and of the servants. He remembered fading to black and having a voice guide him to safety.
Cael would wake up the the next couple of days sitting up against an alleyway, clueless about the reason for the scorching pain along his arm and back, clueless about the aching soreness all about his body, clueless about his bearings, and clueless about the turn of events that led him to his situation. But there were a couple of things clear to him at the time, one of them being there was a watch in his hand, and he could use his magic with it.
When the raid came about, there was a lot of bloodshed. Cael didn't remember much. It might have been because of the rushing adrenaline, but he does recall the gruesome facial expressions of his siblings and of the servants. He remembered fading to black and having a voice guide him to safety.
Cael would wake up the the next couple of days sitting up against an alleyway, clueless about the reason for the scorching pain along his arm and back, clueless about the aching soreness all about his body, clueless about his bearings, and clueless about the turn of events that led him to his situation. But there were a couple of things clear to him at the time, one of them being there was a watch in his hand, and he could use his magic with it.
Standing at 5'3", the Persian boy is always seen wearing a pair of flayed cargo pants and an orange hoodie. Since Cael almost always on the run, he rarely finds quality time to keep up with hygiene. If he finds a laundromat he will look to consider staying for a new set of clean clothes. Around his neck, he rests a pair of headphones connected to the iPod in his sweater.
Cael's hoodie and plain t-shirt conceal a stab would above his right shoulder blade. In addition, all of the bones along his right arm are broken. It was left unattended ~2 years ago and healed improperly, rendering it unusable. He tucks in this arm in his pocket from public eyes. Due to lack of use, it shows a clear musculature difference compared to his left arm.
Cael keeps a switchblade hidden in his pants. His countenance makes him come off as an angry child, but he will feign amiability when the occasion benefits him.
Cael is very distrustful of people. For him, it's difficult to open up even among those he would share close ties with. Criticism rubs him in the wrong way, and he will more than likely get himself in fights over it. Pain and insecurity hit home for him, and as a result, he has difficulty changing his views of someone after his first impression. He judges others based off of their experiences, mostly on how much emotional damage they've endured in their lifetime. Being a reserved person, he prefers to stay away from the center of attention. Cael is firm on the belief that he is deserving of a better life, and often he envies those who have the privilege of living one.
Because his powers remind him of life back at home, he does not pride himself on them.
-Rebel Nature, Survivor Demeanor
-Dynamic Essence
Because his powers remind him of life back at home, he does not pride himself on them.
-Rebel Nature, Survivor Demeanor
-Dynamic Essence
During his time in the study, Cael came to the conclusion that everything in the universe, inanimate or animate, follows a string, a path, or a flow of some sort. The string or thread that the object follows is its fate. By tapping into multiple strings, Cael can see how multiple factors in the world interact with one another, giving him foresight.
Cael's focus is his watch. He needs to be holding it to manipulate the Time and Correspondence spheres.
Cael's focus is his watch. He needs to be holding it to manipulate the Time and Correspondence spheres.
-does not have a problem with looting if it's possible, otherwise he looks for whatever source of income he can before staying on the move again
-he smokes, prone to fits of rage if not satiated
-Is too young to to buy smokes and has no form of identification. He either bribes strangers into buying them for him or loots them himself.
-Scraps up any money he can find on the streets. Be it change, bills, or items of value, just to get by.
-Always sleeps on either his back or left side of his body.
-He hugs his right arm when he runs.
-Has a fear of using guns- the last time he used a pistol (a year ago), he handled it improperly and it smacked him in the face.
-Was never taught a good majority of manners in life. he disregards titles of authority when addressing someone
-He enjoys listening to electronic music, more notably drumstep and techno. At times he will be in the mood for rock.
-He keeps his head down as a habit
-he smokes, prone to fits of rage if not satiated
-Is too young to to buy smokes and has no form of identification. He either bribes strangers into buying them for him or loots them himself.
-Scraps up any money he can find on the streets. Be it change, bills, or items of value, just to get by.
-Always sleeps on either his back or left side of his body.
-He hugs his right arm when he runs.
-Has a fear of using guns- the last time he used a pistol (a year ago), he handled it improperly and it smacked him in the face.
-Was never taught a good majority of manners in life. he disregards titles of authority when addressing someone
-He enjoys listening to electronic music, more notably drumstep and techno. At times he will be in the mood for rock.
-He keeps his head down as a habit
