Post by Arius on Apr 8, 2015 15:16:09 GMT
▸ LEON ✗ ARIUS
MAGE | ELF
CHAOTIC NEUTRAL
"I'll slip through your fingers like water, and before you even know it, I'll be just a memory".
▸ GENERAL INFORMATION
NICKNAME(S): Le or Leo
AGE: twenty-one
SEX: male
SEXUALITY: panromantic asexual
APPEARANCE: At five foot five inches and only one hundred and ten pounds at most, Leon is an unimpressive figure. Rail thin and pale as the moon, he could easily come off as sickly to those who didn't realize that was his natural shade. His facial features and eyes break this stigma harshly. He wears high jawbones, a pronounced chin, and intense eyes in a manner that comes off as naturally intimidating. On a bigger man, he could easily be misconceived to be a violent person from his facial structure and resting features alone. On someone like him, however, it often comes off as a resting irritated face. Like most elves, his ears come to some tip, but due to his subspecies, his ears are less pointed than some classes. He could easily come off as just a sickly human to some in that regard.
PERSONALITY: A mixture of serene and cynical, Leon is a figure that easily fades into a crowd. He keeps to himself, talking to the bare minimum of people he has to, and while his linguistics and verbage is usually charming enough, it carries a heaviness about it. He easily says things that make others double take without changing his sentence structure or tone, and depending on the situation, he can build a person up or break them down with simple, carefully placed utterances. For this reason, those who spend even a few days with him will often regret doing so. He is simply too sharp and jagged at the most precarious of moments for most normal people to handle. This alongside his clear aloof nature and wander lust easily makes him someone that one can part with without too much regret. He seems to hold nothing of value in the way of people, and if someone wants to leave or doesn't want to go his way, he doesn't fight them. He leaves them. It's as simple as that, or so it's easy to assume.
Under this jagged persona, Leon is someone that feels an absurd amount of drive but no aim. He feels incomplete, as if there is something missing but he doesn't know what. Under the right circumstances, it can cause him to fixate on a problem or a person who happens to somehow situate themselves in his mind. While he doesn't do a complete three sixty in persona, he tends to become more protective, obsessive, and less coldly mechanical. He expresses emotions, quite a lot of them, really. However, most are controlled by his logic before anything else. He will not give up his mind for his heart and would rule with his head until the day he died if he could. That of course doesn't always mean his head is right especially under ambition.
HISTORY: Born as the first of three in a household built upon the principals that magic was an art of war, Leon was expected to follow his father's footsteps and become a warrior mage for their kingdom. Not even his mother's pacifistic ideals could redirect expectations when his father made it clear they were just that: ideals. These expectations were weighed upon his tiny shoulders from before he could remember, yet through his childhood, he was distinctly aware of eyes upon him. He had to meet growth and learning standards much higher than those of his age, and failure was not an option- ever. To say the very least, what free-spirit Leon might have had was crushed early on and molded into a strong but bitter individual.
Of his family, Leon was probably closest to his younger sisters- which wasn't saying much, honestly. He was a good brother, a kind brother, a brother that readily kicked over anyone who threatened them, yet he always felt somewhat apart from them- as if their perfect world would never become his. His was a life already set apart to fulfill family name if nothing else. Of what friends in the village he happened to make, he kept very few. Year by year, he let go of those whom had forced his hand of friendship time and time again. He was always too busy to play with them for extended periods of time. He was expected to learn how to read and understand magic above any of his peer group, and that was exactly what he did.
He started to practice magic at the age of eight, two years before most of his peers. Readily electricity became his strongest attribute, and with it came an awakened love of storms. Much to his mother's dismay, he would go running through the forests of their home right as a storm started, and he would only come back again once he was sopping wet and ragged looking. While this little rebellion of sorts could have been met with rebuke, it was surprisingly tolerated. It seemed they understood at least something of his interests or so Leon reasoned out. He decided not to test this reasoning least they keep him indoors in the process.
With his father's blessing, at the age of thirteen, Leon would become the servant/student to a master/mentor of magic whose humor was truly afflicting in so many painful ways. Leon was almost always frustrated with her, yet she seemed to find him quite amusing in response. She called him 'Sparky' and 'Heartburn' among other things that made it difficult to regard her with any respect. He would learn, however, to better control his temper and thus his magic in turn. Somewhere along the line, she sought to teach him alchemy, yet he held no interest for the herbs and who knew what else was required to make the potions she created. He had long since assumed one day he would be hauled off to learn knightery or something similar anyways. She always sighed at him when he said things like that.
He was well into his latter teens when his master accepted yet another student, and it was in this wayward way that he learned he had 'graduated'. She assured him that she had nothing left to teach him, much to his dismay, but she told him to return home, and thus he did so. Upon returning, he would find his house in dismay. His father was missing. None were sure exactly what had happened to him, and his mother was in a panic. He managed to calm her, assured her everything would be fine, and even offered to go looking for him. Months later, searches stopped completely, and Leon found himself the unwilling head of the household.
Though he could handle the pressures of day to day life surprisingly well, Leon grew restless. He felt smothered at home, and more than ever, he was aware that he didn't want the power. One of his younger sisters, on the other hand, seemed to show a zeal for the strange family and community politics. Eventually, he agreed to leave her the household while things were stable enough, and lucky for him, she didn't ask what was in it for him, exactly. Weeks later, with a pack full of camping supplies and most of his father's ornate weapons, he slipped into the woods and started traveling. There might have been some regret in his heart, but not enough to look back. What he travels for, Leon doesn't know. He hopes he'll find out.
AGE: twenty-one
SEX: male
SEXUALITY: panromantic asexual
▸THE SPECIFICS
ABILITIES/POWERS: Leon is very learned magic user. He knows the nature of magic and understands it very well. His knowledge is his greatest strength, but a close runner up would be the power h brings forth when putting that magic to practice. With his focus on offensive attacks, he sits well in the mage class releasing devastating elemental blows to his foes. His natural element is that of electricity, and due to its inclination towards speed, his spells are often shorter than one would expect of a typical mage (about one to two posts at most). He is most proficient in destruction magic pertaining to the elements of electricity, fire, and earth in that order. However, while he knows healing arts in theory and the necromancer and summoning fields in study, he is not so naturally inclined to those forms of study and wouldn't be able to preform such magic on a whim (ie it would take a heck of a lot of study time to get in the ball park of standard usage). APPEARANCE: At five foot five inches and only one hundred and ten pounds at most, Leon is an unimpressive figure. Rail thin and pale as the moon, he could easily come off as sickly to those who didn't realize that was his natural shade. His facial features and eyes break this stigma harshly. He wears high jawbones, a pronounced chin, and intense eyes in a manner that comes off as naturally intimidating. On a bigger man, he could easily be misconceived to be a violent person from his facial structure and resting features alone. On someone like him, however, it often comes off as a resting irritated face. Like most elves, his ears come to some tip, but due to his subspecies, his ears are less pointed than some classes. He could easily come off as just a sickly human to some in that regard.
PERSONALITY: A mixture of serene and cynical, Leon is a figure that easily fades into a crowd. He keeps to himself, talking to the bare minimum of people he has to, and while his linguistics and verbage is usually charming enough, it carries a heaviness about it. He easily says things that make others double take without changing his sentence structure or tone, and depending on the situation, he can build a person up or break them down with simple, carefully placed utterances. For this reason, those who spend even a few days with him will often regret doing so. He is simply too sharp and jagged at the most precarious of moments for most normal people to handle. This alongside his clear aloof nature and wander lust easily makes him someone that one can part with without too much regret. He seems to hold nothing of value in the way of people, and if someone wants to leave or doesn't want to go his way, he doesn't fight them. He leaves them. It's as simple as that, or so it's easy to assume.
Under this jagged persona, Leon is someone that feels an absurd amount of drive but no aim. He feels incomplete, as if there is something missing but he doesn't know what. Under the right circumstances, it can cause him to fixate on a problem or a person who happens to somehow situate themselves in his mind. While he doesn't do a complete three sixty in persona, he tends to become more protective, obsessive, and less coldly mechanical. He expresses emotions, quite a lot of them, really. However, most are controlled by his logic before anything else. He will not give up his mind for his heart and would rule with his head until the day he died if he could. That of course doesn't always mean his head is right especially under ambition.
HISTORY: Born as the first of three in a household built upon the principals that magic was an art of war, Leon was expected to follow his father's footsteps and become a warrior mage for their kingdom. Not even his mother's pacifistic ideals could redirect expectations when his father made it clear they were just that: ideals. These expectations were weighed upon his tiny shoulders from before he could remember, yet through his childhood, he was distinctly aware of eyes upon him. He had to meet growth and learning standards much higher than those of his age, and failure was not an option- ever. To say the very least, what free-spirit Leon might have had was crushed early on and molded into a strong but bitter individual.
Of his family, Leon was probably closest to his younger sisters- which wasn't saying much, honestly. He was a good brother, a kind brother, a brother that readily kicked over anyone who threatened them, yet he always felt somewhat apart from them- as if their perfect world would never become his. His was a life already set apart to fulfill family name if nothing else. Of what friends in the village he happened to make, he kept very few. Year by year, he let go of those whom had forced his hand of friendship time and time again. He was always too busy to play with them for extended periods of time. He was expected to learn how to read and understand magic above any of his peer group, and that was exactly what he did.
He started to practice magic at the age of eight, two years before most of his peers. Readily electricity became his strongest attribute, and with it came an awakened love of storms. Much to his mother's dismay, he would go running through the forests of their home right as a storm started, and he would only come back again once he was sopping wet and ragged looking. While this little rebellion of sorts could have been met with rebuke, it was surprisingly tolerated. It seemed they understood at least something of his interests or so Leon reasoned out. He decided not to test this reasoning least they keep him indoors in the process.
With his father's blessing, at the age of thirteen, Leon would become the servant/student to a master/mentor of magic whose humor was truly afflicting in so many painful ways. Leon was almost always frustrated with her, yet she seemed to find him quite amusing in response. She called him 'Sparky' and 'Heartburn' among other things that made it difficult to regard her with any respect. He would learn, however, to better control his temper and thus his magic in turn. Somewhere along the line, she sought to teach him alchemy, yet he held no interest for the herbs and who knew what else was required to make the potions she created. He had long since assumed one day he would be hauled off to learn knightery or something similar anyways. She always sighed at him when he said things like that.
He was well into his latter teens when his master accepted yet another student, and it was in this wayward way that he learned he had 'graduated'. She assured him that she had nothing left to teach him, much to his dismay, but she told him to return home, and thus he did so. Upon returning, he would find his house in dismay. His father was missing. None were sure exactly what had happened to him, and his mother was in a panic. He managed to calm her, assured her everything would be fine, and even offered to go looking for him. Months later, searches stopped completely, and Leon found himself the unwilling head of the household.
Though he could handle the pressures of day to day life surprisingly well, Leon grew restless. He felt smothered at home, and more than ever, he was aware that he didn't want the power. One of his younger sisters, on the other hand, seemed to show a zeal for the strange family and community politics. Eventually, he agreed to leave her the household while things were stable enough, and lucky for him, she didn't ask what was in it for him, exactly. Weeks later, with a pack full of camping supplies and most of his father's ornate weapons, he slipped into the woods and started traveling. There might have been some regret in his heart, but not enough to look back. What he travels for, Leon doesn't know. He hopes he'll find out.
OOC NAME: Magic Arius
RP SAMPLE: [From a different RP, obviously]
Dainty digits fingered the smooth emerald green choker gem as Avery stared up at the high school she would be attending in the fall. Already tired of being amongst childish peers who didn’t regularly praise her as their older counterparts might have, she couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to break free from her assigned grade halls and enter the realms of mixed classes and shifting social norms. Already she knew what clubs she wanted to be in, what friends she wanted to make with the seniors, what she wanted to be in the eyes of those around her. She’d do it too; she’d already perfected the art in middle school. She already gained the approval of teachers. Clearly the more mature air of high school would enhance her status further than ever before. She could practically taste it as she stared up at the building.
That afternoon, there were few still left in the high school. They had already been released from classes, and only those with club or sports activities generally stayed. With middle schoolers getting out after high schoolers, it was the only time Avery could come despite her wish to see it flooded with the various students that held its attention during the day. Ever still, she could not help the mild awed look she gave as she stepped up to the front and clasped the main entrance door. To her delight, it opened without qualm breathing out a cool note as she drew inwards. Blue eyes flashed around the main entrance room briefly before she slipped passed the front office staff with surprising ease and entered the first hall. The front desk staff were much more lenient in the afternoons towards students that came and went, and to everyone’s credit, Avery did look old enough to be there. No questions were asked.
Tapping down the hallway in her white leather boots, Avery gazed about the rows of lockers and classroom doors. They were taller than those in her middle school. Everything was bigger. Silently, Avery thanked whatever higher power had provided her with a growth spurt before she turned down a hallway that connected two main ones and came across the library. The semblance of a smile graced the girl’s slim features as she recognized what it was and how much bigger it was than her own school’s. She imagined the studious made their home there, but entering was not her aim that day. Instead, she turned up a flight of stairs silently thereafter.
At the second floor, she stepped out gazing around slowly before slipping down another hallway eyes alive for her target yet not seeing it just then.
RP SAMPLE: [From a different RP, obviously]
Dainty digits fingered the smooth emerald green choker gem as Avery stared up at the high school she would be attending in the fall. Already tired of being amongst childish peers who didn’t regularly praise her as their older counterparts might have, she couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to break free from her assigned grade halls and enter the realms of mixed classes and shifting social norms. Already she knew what clubs she wanted to be in, what friends she wanted to make with the seniors, what she wanted to be in the eyes of those around her. She’d do it too; she’d already perfected the art in middle school. She already gained the approval of teachers. Clearly the more mature air of high school would enhance her status further than ever before. She could practically taste it as she stared up at the building.
That afternoon, there were few still left in the high school. They had already been released from classes, and only those with club or sports activities generally stayed. With middle schoolers getting out after high schoolers, it was the only time Avery could come despite her wish to see it flooded with the various students that held its attention during the day. Ever still, she could not help the mild awed look she gave as she stepped up to the front and clasped the main entrance door. To her delight, it opened without qualm breathing out a cool note as she drew inwards. Blue eyes flashed around the main entrance room briefly before she slipped passed the front office staff with surprising ease and entered the first hall. The front desk staff were much more lenient in the afternoons towards students that came and went, and to everyone’s credit, Avery did look old enough to be there. No questions were asked.
Tapping down the hallway in her white leather boots, Avery gazed about the rows of lockers and classroom doors. They were taller than those in her middle school. Everything was bigger. Silently, Avery thanked whatever higher power had provided her with a growth spurt before she turned down a hallway that connected two main ones and came across the library. The semblance of a smile graced the girl’s slim features as she recognized what it was and how much bigger it was than her own school’s. She imagined the studious made their home there, but entering was not her aim that day. Instead, she turned up a flight of stairs silently thereafter.
At the second floor, she stepped out gazing around slowly before slipping down another hallway eyes alive for her target yet not seeing it just then.
