I am not all that happy about how his bio is written up, so it may change after the holidays.
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┏ N a m e ┐
-- Nivedus Anifacis
┏ A g e ┐
-- 91
┏ R a c e ┐
-- Aasimar
┏ G e n d e r ┐
-- Male
┏ P r o p h e t i c - R o l e ┐
-- Mage who learned a forbidden art.
┏ S k i l l s ┐
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Perceptive] Nivedus has a keen eye when it comes to many things, particularly body language. Thus, he is able to pick up on and decipher things in ways most others can not.
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Charm] Sly, sliver-tongued and handsome, Nivedus is not above seducing others to his will, whatever it may be.
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Sabre] Unlike most mages, Nivedus is trained in a bladed weapon. He uses this light, thin, enchanted blade with a fair amount of efficiency.
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pells] He has many a spell in his repertoire, from harming to healing- you never know what the mage might cast next.
┏ A p p e a r a n c e ┐
-- Nivedus appears to be a particularly handsome elf with remarkable coloration. His warm, tanned skin has a barely perceptible shimmer of lustrous bronze in the daylight; His fine, sleek hair looks as though is it spun silver; and his eyes seem to be made of peridot, shining with secrecy and mirth. His hands and forearms are covered in bizarre looking scars, everything from burns to deep gashes- all remnants of the dangerous magic he wields. He stands just over six feet tall, lean but strong as any elf. (Please forgive the lack of detail and refinement, I made the image in a hurry.)
┏ B i o g r a p h y ┐
-- Nivedus was born different from other elves, his stunning features setting him apart as one of Celestial lineage. This hardly changed his young life, the years being filled with joy and many friends. However, as he grew older and showed talent for the arcane arts, others started to treat him differently, looking upon him with awe and jealousy. When he reached schooling age, a great pressure was put upon him by his parents and teachers, as they expected great things from the quickly aging boy. This treatment had two effects, one being a superiority complex, the other being the fear of never living up to these grand ideals.
Though he excelled in his schooling, the impetuous Aasimar wanted more. He wanted to prove he was better than any other race that shared those halls of learning; he wanted to show that he, a chosen on of the Celestial blood, was destined for greatness. One thing got in his way of this- the time it took to properly learn spells, the hours needed understand each new weave as you memorized incantations and played with getting just the right amount of materials. How could he become greater if he simply did what everyone else was? There had to be a better way to gain power, and he would find it.
Find it he did. After months of sneaking into the off-limits room of the tower's library, he came across a strange scroll written in mottled brown and red ink. Here, on the dry, faded vellum, was the tool to give him the power of a god. It would eliminate the need for those chanted words, dusts, gems and bits of string. He could simply take whatever spell he wanted and use it. It took weeks to covertly collect the materials needed through bribery and stealth, then two moons of waiting until just the right conditions. Finally, and with some difficulty, he cast the spell. Power washing over him as the room was filled with the darkness of night. As quickly as the burst of magic came, however, it was gone. He felt no different, and fury swept through him. In rage, he tore the scroll and threw it to the ground. It was then that he noticed the physical components of the spell had been used up.
With his few loyal friends, he practiced in secret, absorbing spells and casting them with nothing more than a thought and a pull at the weave. His ego grew and he tried it with more and more powerful spells until one day, he learned of the dangers the power he had unleashed harbored. He failed in absorbing a spell, causing the power to double upon itself. Three of the five young mages ended up in the infirmary, including Nivedus. Serious injury kept them in bed for days, the most powerful healing tools available used to help them. In the end, someone told the Archmages, and Nivedus was banished from not only the school, but his home city, with a sage warning about what he had done.
The Aasimar has hardly paid heed to those words, instead striking out into the world to gain more power and wealth, reveling in his abilities. For thirty years, he has done just that, offering his services for a hefty sum as well as challenging the most talented magic-users he has come across. Over this time, strange markings have begun to appear over the right side of his face, spreading downward to his neck. Though at first this concerned him, he now takes pride in them.
┏ O t h e r ┐
The scroll was made by a power-hungry and egotistic mage nearly a thousand years ago. In order to gain the power, she enlisted the help of a powerful demon, commanding it to give her the ability to use magic without tedious preparation or restraint.
A more clear explanation of this forbidden magic: The mage can absorb any spell cast within his ability(meaning they cannot absorb spells that are a higher level then their training), provided he is in the stream of mana. This often times calls for the mage to deliberately throw himself into harm's way. However, the reward is being able to then cast the spell without need of incantations, memorization or physical materials. If he fails in absorbing the spell, it doubles in power, no longer being under the control of the caster or one attempting to absorb it. The spells can still harm the mage if a successful absorption is completed, particularly those that have more subtle effects such as poisoning and weakening. The range of how much damage is done depends on the skill of the caster, power of the spell and condition of the mage absorbing it.
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