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[b]Name:[/b] Gideon Falreach
[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] A thin young man of average height with a shock of dark hair. His eyes a brilliant blue color, and stare out from behind heavy lenses. He's obviously a mage, down to strangely dirty nature of his clothes to the constant aura of iron powder settles in his hair if he stands still for too long. 

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[b]Kingdom:[/b] Sky
[b]Persona:[/b]  A harried young man who stresses over the well-being and mental health of his teammates. Despite this, he’s secretive when it comes to his own issues, feeling that he doesn't want to bother anyone. He's also a miser, and quite adept at dodging around paperwork. 

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"One staff with assorted enchantments, one battle-fitted golem with assorted enchantments, one golem-sized halberd with assorted enchantments, five hundred pounds of iron, silver, and other assorted metals, twenty pounds of assorted footstuffs, and a golem-drawn wagon." The gate guard looked up from the scrawling parchment in front of him to observe the man who had just declared his cargo. He was tall and thin, with blue eyes set behind a fringe of black hair and a pair of black-framed glasses. He was obviously a mage, an oddity in these parts. If the bladed staff set with the large amber gem wasn't a giveaway, he wore dark, flowing clothes plated with various rare metals. The guard kept his thoughts about the usefulness of such garb in a battle to himself as he continued: "Anything else to declare, Mr.... Falreach?" 

The man known as Gideon Falreach was currently debating his options. He smiled nervously, trying desperatly to hide the fact that his palms had suddenly broken out in a cold sweat. Behind the thick lenses of his glasses, blue eyes darted around, looking desperately for an escape route at he sound of the guard's inquiry. He held up both hands, attempting to show his lack of armaments. "Well, see, I can't exactly... pay the tax right now."

The guard stopped his scribbling on the parchment, his eyes barely angling upwards as he glared over at the iron-reinforced cart that the massive golem was hauling. "You can't... pay. Really."

Gideon nodded, completely missing the disbelief in the other man's voice. He rocked back and forth on his heels, the nervous smile still plastered across his features. "Yeah."

The guard sighed, put down his quill, and reached for his sword, not paying attention as Gideon stepped back and the golem straightened up to its full height. "Look, sir, I'm going to need you to-[i]grnk[/i]" Whatever the guard was going to say was cut off as the golem reached out one massive finger and tapped the man on the skull.

Still nodding nervously, Gideon awkwardly patted the unconscious man on the head. He reached over to the parchment, picked up the quill and wrote a messy 'I owe you money' on the bottom of the page. The magi stepped over the prone form and nodded to the nearest flabbergasted bystander, before breaking into a trot that took him away from the city limits, the hulking form of his golem rumbling after him.[/hider]

[b]Equipment: [/b]
A staff, made of pure iron and set with an amber colored focus near the end.  Two dozen knives of the same metal, along with six silver rings carried in his pockets. 

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Steel and Silver, taller than an elephant when standing straight up and several times as heavy. It's a masterwork of enchantments and craftmanship, only able to stand up under its immense weight due to the sheer number of spells in its potently magical frame.[/hider]
Soul-Bound Weapon 'Clamour': A literal ton of silver metal, complete with an amber sphere the size of a smile child. It is capable of metamorphosing into a variety of forms without Gideon's direct intervention, and when under his direct control it can contort itself into a huge number of fantastic shapes.

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[i]Ferrokinesis:[/i] His most basic and consistently utilized spell is the absolute control over metals with his range. Within several limitations that include: He cannot control alloys, he cannot control objects enchanted by someone other than himself, and that upon reaching a set range or weight limit, the power required grows exponentially to the point of exhaustion or death. This power is the basis for which nearly all of his other spells are based on.

His most complex and complete spell is the one pertaining to the 'Rook'. A series of unfortunate happenstances ended up with him transmuting half of his soul in the gigantic puppet. The seventeen foot avatar of hulking metal that is known as the Rook is the key to the young Drake’s offensive talent. Made entirely of folded steel shot through with silver veins(Making it the sole violation to his 'no alloys' limit), the massive frame operates like a battering ram, its joints worked by Gideon's magic. Spells that a multitude of masters have placed make the giant surprisingly agile, along with a series of arcane foci located inside of the head for a nasty surprise. Despite the seeming advantage this iron giant gives him in long-range engagements, the limits of his accidental sacrifice show as the Rook moves away from him. Gideon suffers immensely as the Rook passes more than seventy feet from him, with any larger ranges usually resulting in a rapid and exponential increase in damage followed swiftly by death. Addtionaly, at these ranges, the Rook becomes sluggish and predictable, often halting movement entirely as Gideon is forced to move closer.

[i]Arcane Ray:[/i] A rather simple spell, direct in both its function and power. Out of a properly attuned focus, it launches a bolt of raw mana at high speed at the target

[i]Scale:[/i] A spell that Gideon is particularly proud of, and one that doesn't utlize his mastery of metal. It allows him to take matter, organic and inorganic, and use it to create a real-time diorama of a set area of terrain. If he's looking to create an organic model, he needs a sample of their DNA(Skin, hair, fur, scales, bark, etc) to act as a stand in.
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