[center][color=yellow][h2]"My name is Samuel Osgood. The second. Just call me Sam."[/h2]

[i]"Give me a second, I'm about to blow your mind!"[/i]

[i]Appearance[/i]

"I would say I am quite handsome, wouldn't you? Average height. Slender face. Sand-blonde short hair (a bit hard to get under control at times), and brown eyes. Most people say I am a bit of a wimp, but hey, when I fight theres no need to use my fists, so it doesn't bother me much. I used to be quite pale, but a few months under the Treadberry sun do wonders for your skin, so I have a nice tan now. The only scar I have is across my cheek, from that time Whiskers scratched my face after I tried to grab him by the tale when I was 6. My apprentice robes are dark blue, as is standard for my school. I carry around a components pouch made out of leather, and my trusty spellbook dangles tied on my belt from my waist. I also have tall brown leather boots and a small wand with a piece of quartz on the end. I no longer need it, mind you, but my teachers insist I carry it around in case I need a catalyst. I am ready to do magic without it, I'm sure, but after that one time I missfired a lighting bolt...Yeah, I have to carry it with me at all times."

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[i]Age[/i]: "I am older than time itself, keeping myself young through magical means and... Just kidding, I am 19"

[i]Gender[/i]:
"Last I checked I was a man, but who knows."

[i]Occupation:[/i]
"I am a proud wizard of the School of Conjuration. Teadwerry Institue of Magical arts, Alchemic Sciences and Transmutational Crafts. Go Griffins!"
[i]Abilities:[/i]
"I did my homework! My specialty is,well, conjuration. Anything from dancing lights to magical tables. What? No! They are not party tricks! It's serious magic!"

[i]Skills:[/i]
"Wait, really? I do magic, mate. Is that not impressive enough? Fine. I guess I am a decent mandolin player. I also do card tricks!

No, I am not a party magician!"

[i]Personality:[/i]
"I am pretty easy going. I mean, life isn't meant to be taken too seriously. Yeah, the old scholars at Teadwerry didn't like that a lot. Bunch of stuck ups. What's the point of doing bloody magic if you can't have fun every once in a while am I right? Specially when one turns out with as much natural talent as I did.

Who are you calling insecure?! I am not insecure, you are insecure, shut up!"

[i]Biography:[/i]
"I was born in a small house in Grand River Harbor. My dad was a shipwright and my mum was a stay home wife. Dad used to joke saying that she had to, or I'd wreck the home if left unsupervised. Yeah, I was quite a messy kid. Magic certainly did not help, let me tell you that. Neither of my parents know where the heck I got it from, since both of 'em were as dull as rocks. Turned up for the first time when I almost made the cat explode. Needless to say Whiskers did not want to play with me anymore after that. Ah, hes fine, his fur is just a bit messed up now, and his tail always points north now. I have suggested renaming him Compass or something like that, but mum does not find it the least bit funny. Bloody cat has more than 9 lives, I wouldn't be worried a lot about him. He is one tough son of a...cat, I guess. Im getting off topic aren't I? Anyways, my parents had to tolreate my magical antics for a few more years. When I was 14, they finally loaded me up on the first ship they found and I ended up in Treadberry. It's a nice place. Yeah, I've made tons of friends. I mean, really, tons. Yeah, I'm super popular... Aaaaanyways, that's me. What, of course all of it is true! Why would I lie to you?! Yes, I do have many friends! Stop buggering! What's with all the bloody questions?"

[i]Likes:[/i]
"Cats. Most of the time. I talk crap about Whiskers but he was a cool guy. I like good food. Oh, and games, I really like card games. I guess I got it from my dad. Mum always talks about that time he almost gambled me on a poker table. I like pretty rocks. Ummm...I guess that would be it."
[i]Dislikes:[/i]
"In case I haven't made it very clear, things that are too serious. I also don't like staying put for long. I've got feet, why not use them? Oh, and beets. I can't stand beets"
[i]Fears:[/i]
"I fear nothing! At all! Not the dark, not death...not even loneliness. I mean, I can manage by myself. Yeah, doing alright... Oh, wait, grasshoppers! I hate those. They are like giant armored crickets. Ever seen one up close? Now, THAT'S the definition of terryfying."
[i]Weaknesses:[/i]
"Bullets would do the trick. Most sharp objects too."
[i]Other:[/i]
"I guess that's about it. I'm sure We'll be getting along just fine!"


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