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[b]Name:[/b] Nathaniel Mouri

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Appearance:[/b] His short, scruffy, dirty blonde hair allows for the majority of his slightly pale face, sharp features and hazel eyes to be exposed. A simple white and blue tartan button-up shirt, blue jeans and worn-out slippers are what he arrived in.

[b]Personality:[/b] He likes analyzing how things work together to create a whole, though he is stubborn, not easily shaken in his conclusions even if they are flawed. Generally passive, he dislikes it when people forcibly push ideals onto him, or make him do something he doesn't want to do.

He is a bibliophile who reads what he can get his hands on, valuing little above a good book, while liking his own alone time. He also likes the prospects of adventuring and exploring, often ignoring the thought of danger for the experience it give.

[b]Biography:[/b] Living in a manor with his parents and three older siblings, he lived a life where he could easily get what he wanted, within reason. There were no qualms to be had, since he could just keep to the manor and had plenty of free time between private lessons. 

A frequently sick boy, it was not unknown for persons in the family to be more prone to illness than other family members, since his eldest sister was the same way. It was at the age of fifteen when he started to show some signs of a particular illness. Starting with numbness of the feet, it gradually progressed up his legs, and as time wore on he found it harder to walk around the manor unaided.

Nathaniel soon find it easier to keep in his room, occupied between tutors by messing around with what he could get his hands on, be it book or electronic, and finding bliss in escaping into a different world while waiting until his family could find a doctor which could diagnose and cure his ailment.

By the time he was seventeen, little progress was made and he could barely walk from his bed to a nearby desk, but he was not ready to relinquish his ability to walk.

Then, one day, he was then called to the Cradle of Divinity.

[b]Skills:[/b] 
- Above-Average Memory
- Analytical Mind
- Amateur Tinkerer

[b]Elemental Cores:[/b] Air/Water

[b]Abilities:[/b]

[i]Current Shot[/i] (Electricity/Air) - Creating a dense sphere of electrical power in his palm that grows as Nathaniel charges it, can be released in two different ways. By launching the sphere either in a straight line, it maintains the majority of its power while splitting it into multiple, weaker spheres launches said spheres in a scattershot pattern, which spread can be adjusted before firing.

[i]Fireball[/i] (Fire) - Creating a ball of fire a foot in diameter, the sphere itself can be tossed with a top-spin or thrown straight ahead in an arc.

[i]Frozen Air Slash[/i] (Frost/Air) - Slashing in a straight line, Nathaniel create a single white, crescent-shaped form accelerates from the location of the slash. Cutting into whatever it hits, it follows up by subsequently chilling where it cut. The cut itself has little penetration.

[i]Ice Hammer[/i] (Ice/Air) - Nathaniel creates a bulk of ice around his hand, using it as a crude bludgeon while using Air magic to create drafts to more easily maneuver the ice form.

[i]Heal[/i] (Light) - With a soft glow emanating from his palm, it knits together skin, stops bleeding and removes blemishes/scars directly underneath the light.

[b]Familiars:[/b] N/A

[b]Possessions:[/b] His clothes and prescription glasses.

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