[Hider=Nao Saito]Name: Nao Saito 
Age: 17
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Years in the Academy: 3
Ancestors: Unknown
Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects.

[Hider=History][i]Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper.

An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that. 

Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible.

I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase [i]Liber Infinitum[/i] etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life.

I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance.[/i]  

  -	 taken from the biography section of his academy application[/hider]

Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal [i]Liber Infinitum[/i], a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days.

Personality:  After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.[/hider]