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Name: Tobias Crane

Age: 27 

Gender: Male

Mastery: Nightshade

Specialty: Alchemist

Rank: Weaver

Appearance: Tobias has light brown hair, that is curly and kept quite messy. It’s isn’t that long, but reaches the nape of his neck, curling up slightly. He has a slight fringe, curling over his forehead and a few strands falling over his eyes. Body type wise, he is tall and lean, with only a hint of any muscle definition. His eyes are a light watery blue, like light just filtering through the surface of a lake. Clothes wise, he wears pale grey coloured robes with a belt tied at his waist, carrying potion bottles-empty and full-as well as pouches of herbs and other such things.

Equipment: Tobias carries his potions equipment around with him at all times, as well as a small notepad to jot down any new recipes he's thought of. If he's going somewhere dangerous, he might carry a larger side bag, and perhaps a short blade.

Demeanor: Tobias is quite blunt with his approach to things, and likes to get things done as quickly as possible. He can also be brutally honest with people, and  can come off as being rude or haughty. He feels as though showing he cares will ultimately back fire on him in some way. When others make a mistake, he can get a little irritated, but not that much, however when he himself does something wrong, it seems like he doesn't really care but really, he judges himself more harshly then he would anyone else. This was good for pushing himself to learn, but it can quickly turn self-destructive. He has trouble with making a strong or lasting relationship, and while to others it can seem just arrogant, but really he's afraid of hurting himself, or the other person. In this way, he can be somewhat a coward, but makes up for it by refusing to show any weakness at any time.

History: At the time when Tobias was born, his parents-His father an Ironworker and his mother a Pyromancer-got along fine. It wasn't until he was around 5 that arguments started happening. His mother was a master, and she spent a lot of time in the academy teaching the younger and less experienced Mages, and in his fathers opinion, not enough time at home. In his small room at the top of the stairs, the young boy would cover his ears, huddled away in his blankets, and wish for something [i]anything[/i] to take him away.

Even thought his parents kept arguing, they seemed reluctant to actually split, seeing as they had a still only 9 year old son. But, using his parents now normally frequent disinterestedness to his advantage, he would sneak away to the library and imagine himself away to a different kind of world, one where he wasn't afraid of doing anything that could set off his parents. Then, once he turned 11, his mother finally left, and took him with her to the academy, leaving his father behind. After finding that he had an interest in potions and herbs, she entrusted him to the hands of the other Nightshades, then left to pursue her own studies. 

As he grew and progressed in his studies, he found a little time here and there to visit his father, but never bothered to go and see his mother. Soon though, he stopped going to see his father, only sending the occasional letter, and focused entirely on his studies. In his classes, he strived to be better and better, but rejected any offers of friendship from his peers, seeing them as just something that might distract him, or hurt him by leaving. Someone leaving wasn't something he'd well and truly experienced before, but from watching his parents, he felt he'd learnt how painful it might be and never wanted it for himself, as he couldn't see anything good come of it.
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