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[b]Name:[/b]
Marco Isagani Dondadello 

[b]Age:[/b]
16

[b]How your char looks:[/b]
	A tall young man, with short cut black hair and eyes. He stands at seven-feet and half-an-inch tall, though despite his length, is still fairly muscular. Usually dressed in a black sweater and raggedy jeans, and often found wearing headphones. Has big hands.

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[b]History:[/b]
[indent][indent]After his parents died in an accident, Marco was adopted by his 'uncle' - who turned out to be anything but. The man was actually Polo Suarez de Calatrava, the last living practitioner of Devouring Magic, looking to pass on his teachings before passing away. Needless to say, Marco accepted his offer easily - even if he didn't really have a choice; his parents were in the business of making bootleg alcohol, and he was getting tired of having to move around constantly selling the stuff, especially when he was forced to go to the seedier parts of town to do so. Oh, and the running, can't forget that. If it wasn't from that angry hustlers who were pissed at you for moving into their territory, it was the angry cops who were pissed at you for moving into their territory. In his opinion, the cops were worse - they actually [i]knew[/i] how to fire the guns they were armed with.
	
Whatever the case, yeah, magic and a chance to live a fairly peaceful lifestyle, why the fuck [i]wouldn't[/i] he accept it?

Of course, that was what he thought back then - back before he realized that practically everyone in the magic world with a sense of dignity and a set of morals hated Devouring Magic, and consequently, his guts. Then his nominal master died of a stroke before he could finish teaching him and suddenly, he was alone, and surrounded by enemies he didn't even [i]know[/i] existed a few months prior. He shrugged, and figured that was par the course for his luck, and prepared for the last stand of the fucking century before his Masters last gift came into play.

Well, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sure, school wasn't his thing, but god damn if the invite didn't come at an opportune time.[/indent][/indent]

[b]What your dream is:[/b]
[indent][indent]Not that he would ever admit this to anyone, but he actually [i]likes[/i] the constant danger he's in; to that end, his dream is to have a grand, never ending adventure.[/indent][/indent]

[b]What kind of magic your char has:[/b]
[indent][indent][i]Devouring Magic[/i] - Marco is a disciple of one of the most widely hated branches of magic in the world. Known popularly as "the most disgusting practice on earth" Devouring Magic allows its few (admittedly, Margo is it's only remaining) practitioner to "eat" different aspects of the world - that can include physical things, such as rocks and fire, or metaphysical existences, such as personality or abilities - and "digest" them and "regurgitate" them. As the meal is being digested, Margo can modify aspects of it, turning it into an improved version of itself, or conversely, something more feeble; he can even change it into something else entirely. The more changes he makes, the longer it takes to digest; similarly, the larger - or more powerful - the meal, the more difficult it is to actually eat. He is able to identify by smell component parts of potential meals in order to break them down; of course this also means that certain smells can over power others, reducing the accuracy of his modifications unless he's able to remove the source of the other smells.

Modified meals return to their original state after a set amount of time - the amount of time is dependent on how many variations were made from its original state. The more variations, the faster it returns to normal. Regurgitated meals with no physical form will [i]always[/i] return to where they originated from, even while modified. 

The short range of this magic means that Marco must [i]at least[/i] be at an arms length distance from whatever he means to devour. He can only devour and digest one meal at a time.[/indent][/indent]