Name: Sasson Elsu
Gender: Male
Race: Human - Sephyrian
Age: 24
Magic Level: Lvl 0 - Mundane
Magic Colour: None
Magic Type: None
IQ: 126
Birthplace: Rumia, a small fishing village on the very edge of the Western Ocean in Sephyria.
Occupation: Sasson has managed to wiggle his way into being a teacher's aid within the Ivory Study, running messages, helping with grading papers on magical theory, and generally pampering the Professor's ego.
Appearance: Many people mistake Sasson for someone much younger than his true age, a rounder face and general youthful appearance making him seem more mid teens than twenties. Much about his appearance is simple, casual, mostly out of necessity, as he isn't the most wealthy of individuals. His clothing consists of mainly monotone colours in simple cuts. One might say he dresses more like an Earthling, rather than someone from Sephyria. Sasson's auburn hair falls in jagged layers, feathered and softly framing his face. His pale skin stands contrast to his viridian eyes, always bright with curious intensity, a wide smile on thin lips.
Goal in Life: Survive in Trigon long enough to earn enough to move to Earth with all the Mundanes.
Fears: Pissing off the students and teachers of his workplace. Being robbed. Again.
General Personality: Sasson fronts quite a pleasant demeanour, all smiles and sunny days. Some find him quite refreshing, while others still can't stand his cheeriness. But none could say the man is overtly offensive. In fact, Sasson takes great care in pleasing and befriending as many people as possible. It is very difficult to put the man in a bad mood.
Inner Personality: Truthfully, behind all the smiles, Sasson is a lonely, angry young man. He's felt like an outcast for much of his life, and has been isolated for nearly as long. He doesn't trust easy, but those that do manage to breech his defences will find no one more loyal and willing, useless as he might be.
Secret: He never forgets. If he claims he doesn't remember, he's lying.
History: Sasson's earliest memory is one of salt spray and creaking wood, nestled in the belly of a large ship. A kind face, weathered with deep lines, smiling down at him, and the name father stirring in the back of his mind. He learned later, second hand from his father, they had moved to the small village of Rumia after the sudden death of his mother. Though his early memories were already gone, Sasson wasn't able to glean much information from his father about the past, the memories he no longer had obviously causing the older man pain. Time seemed to pass slowly in the small village, days spent causing mischief with the few children in the area, and nearly always being caught. His father was stern with him, but it always seemed to have an almost proud twist.
However, as the children began to grow older, their tricks began to involve magic, growing more and more skilled with their spell casting. All except Sasson, who was growing very aware of how inept he was with anything arcane, despite his father having a good grasp on Hydromancy. Those who he once called friends began to torment him, and his name was replaced with the derogatory Mundy. Sasson lashed out once. Just once, throwing a punch at the arcane bully. It did little more than crack his wrist and piss off the other. The only reason Sasson didn't end a red smear was his father, shielding him from the spell, but their reputation in the town had been irreversibly destroyed. Knowing that it was not safe for the boy, his father told him of a place without magic, where he might be more accepted. A world called Earth.
To get to this wonderful place, Sasson and his father had to pass through Trigon. It was in this transition between worlds that the worst of situations happened upon Them. They were robbed of their belongings and any funds that they had accumulated. Effectively, they were stranded in what was a city populated almost entirely of high level Arcanes. With little choice, they went to the Witch Hunters, were given meagre accommodations, and told to pull their lives together. As a fairly successful Hydromancer, his father found work easily, but with meagre funds, it was clear Sasson would need to begin working as well. It was by pure luck that he met Professor Alea, after weeks of searching, with no luck. The man watched as the young man flipped through a book, barely looking at the pages. Being an observant man, he ran a quick test, finding Sasson to have a remarkable memory. He made an offer to the young man, a position as his aide within the Ivory Study. Believing he'd never have another opportunity quite as generous, Sasson leapt at the chance to begin working.
He has been working beside the professor ever since, him and his father just scraping by.
Spells: None
