Name: Diarmuid (deer + mid) Daegal
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Human Apperance: [url=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/028/7/0/anime_guy_by_ddragonball-d4nxh9i.jpg]Here's a picture[/url]

Biography: Diarmuid has always been a little off. Not a social outsider or anything, he fit in fine, but he never felt right. He felt lost for most of his life, like he was going through the motions but never really living. He had friends, a limited number but friends nonetheless, but they grew more and more boring as the days past. His friends weren't the only thing that this boringness had effected. He and his family weren't close. Be it from the fact that they weren't interesting from the start or that their personalities just didn't quite mesh, he didn't know, but there was always a sense of awkwardness in the household. They had supported him to the fullest, but he always felt like a disappointment to them. He had failed out of college in his first year, so he broke with them to save himself from the shame. 

Nothing excited him. This world was boring, he’d much rather escape into video games than do anything in the world he was born in. He didn't have a dream or goal. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't find his path. His parents wanted to be a doctor, not only for the considerable paycheck but to help people in need. It never felt right. His life had no meaning. He was blank. Or so he thought.

 When magic came into the world it felt as if he had changed into a different person. It was like a dream come true. This was what he was made for! This had to be the reason he was put on Earth! So many new possibilities were to be had. He needed to figure out how to use this new ability as soon as possible. The excitement was near unbearable. Magic entering the world was much like a transfusion to Diarmuid, but instead of blood it was hope. Hope that he could find something he was good at and excel. 

This hope didn’t last long, sadly. Upon attempting magic, he found that he was incredibly inept. It left him sweating and with a terrible headache, and all he had managed to do was lift a spoon off the table into his hand. The first thing to excite him in what seemed like ages turned out to be for nothing. It felt like his calling card, but in turn it just crushed his dreams. 

He fell into a jealous rage at who most people called “Shifters” for their natural talent at magic. If he can’t have joy in this world, no one can. He’ll kill them all.

Personality: Envious, believes everyone else has everything and he has nothing. Lethargic, unwilling to work very hard at things he feels stupid doing. Sad,or more accurately depressed, he feels like a disappointment and is emotionally unstable. Lonely, has very limited friends, and no one he finds to be truly worth his time. He is a pitiful man. He feels as if he is a disappointment, mainly in not knowing what he,himself wants in life. He will go to great lengths to correct this. 

Views on the conflict: He envies them. Wishes he could have what they have. They know what they are while he sits and wonders what he is, just like he has been his whole life.

Magical Capability: Limited, he knows some magic and is training, but it is very limited. From the first time he used magic his skills have improved 20 fold, even so, it is nothing compared to an advanced human mage or even the weakest shifter. Can manipulate force and small objects, or areas.