Name: Dante Morg

Title: Haha none.

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's got symbols seared across his arm cursing him to the town he was at but weird circumstances have their gifts and somehow took him to Phoria while he still wore the marks.
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Bear with me here it's hard to find a good magician picture.

Personality: Mostly relaxed individual who doesn't mind company. At least tries to be relaxed as of late. I mean with creepy cultists and weird shit going on around New England you never know what to expect. Not that he has to worry about that now hopefully. He's in a new, strange world with new, strange people. It's probably best to just forget about all the fish people and tentacled horrors. Just push it to the back of your head and you'll do swell. Aside from the threat of being sacrificed by space children of a deity, Dante doesn't have much self esteem issues when it comes to his magic shows which are usually held on a side walk or in an open mic bar. 

Ideals: This character believes in a world that can smile and relax a little bit more. This person strives to become the world's most famous magician though isn't doing too good of a job at that. 

Biography: Our dearest has been a wandering vagabond for at least 6 years now. Turns out that the whole magician business only works if you're famous or one of the best. At least he kept it running for a while and still does from time to time. Sometimes, he would set up a small performance on the sidewalks of a nice little town in Massachusetts. He would do this to get some money for food and even new supplies when he got lucky. 
Unfortunately, Dante was an unlucky, unwilling winner of a sick lottery a local cult held. A spell straight from the Necronomicon seared the left arms of 7 random people in the nice little Massachusetts town. This marked the sacrificial lambs who were to be killed in order for their deity from the stars themselves to rise from the ocean. Now imagine some invisible force searing unintelligible symbols into your skin out of nowhere. That was pretty freaky for Dante but he couldn't afford a doctor so he would just have to deal with it. 
As time went on, even stranger shit started happening. Titles from "Missing People Found Liquified" to "A Tentacled Monster Ate My Homework" started appearing all over the local paper. It wasn't until a peculiar man in robes wielding a bronze dagger charged at Dante screaming "Cthulhu fhtagn" like some maniac. Probably because he was one. Dante wasn't about to stop and think about this. He just grabbed his bags and bolted. It didn't help that it was a rainy night either. Dante slipped straight off a small stone bridge and disappeared into the water. It was dark for a few second and then there was light. He wobbled his legs in an effort to stand and saw that it sure as hell wasn't raining anymore. Was he in a field? Where the hell is he?

Powers: Cook some damn good rice with a pressure cooker. Almost always lose in a game of go fish. Knows a few magic tricks that are anything but fantastic. Can barely start a fire. 

Weapons: A pocket knife though it's just used as a tool like making a small fire. I mean the briefcase could crack a skull if you swing it hard enough. Same could be said for the pressure cooker.

Equipment: A rabbit skull, a wand that shoots out confetti, two sets of cards, a pressure cooker, 2 disposable grills, 2 packs of hotdogs, half a pound of rice, a briefcase for his magician gear, 5 "smoke bombs" (really just pebbles), a tin can, 12 iodine pills, 3 metal rings, a spool of yarn, 6 handkerchiefs, an oversized king card, a tripod on the briefcase to use it as a small table, a liquor holder filled with old scotch, and a leather satchel for his other stuff.

Universe of Origin: Let's say Call of Cthulhu inspired New England area.