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[center][h2][I]“To know that you do not know makes you stronger. To think you know when you do not weakens you. Recognize this and you will become mightier than the strongest of champions."[/I][/h2][/center]
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[center][h3]Grand Master Qobo Milah, Founder and Sage of Qobo-milah, art of the swift palm[/h3][/center]
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Name: 
Grand Master Qobo Milah
Age: 
198
Species: 
Descended
Blood%: 
80% Seraphim, 20% Sol
Gender: 
Male
Sexual Preference: 
Celibate
Height:
5' 10"
Weight: 
140lbs
Physical appearance:
Qobo, despite his old and frail look, is quite physically fit, having honed his body into such peak performance over decades of studying and training, experimenting with different techniques and styles he had read about and witnessed through the years as students came and went. His body has also earned many scars on his body from training with Sophia and the others. His age is shown however on the parts people can see when clothed. His bald head, his long beard and mustache, topped with long eyebrows give off wisdom and experience life has given him. Now one must look past his physical form to see what else life had blessed him with. Those who have earned Siid Miin (Dovah for Third eye, or as the monks call it the inward eye) can see the vast soul he has, once again built up and disciplined through training the mind, body and soul. With it he gives off a presence of wisdom, respect and sometimes fear. He tends to keep his eyes somewhat closed, unless surprised, irritated or angered. He is seen with long drab on, walking with assistance by cane. When combat or training however, his movements don’t seem as worn through age, precise and graceful with a fluidity only gained through hard training. 
Apparel:
He seems to wear what is akin to a hakama, draped over his shoulders a haori and sandals. His cane, or wooden staff, is actually a self contained bladed weapon contained in a wood spell that only releases when he wills it to.
Personality:
Despite old age, he holds a sage like aura around him and can be seen in his actions towards the much younger monks in training as he always offers insight into a situation or counseling when one’s emotions get the better of them. The saying “the youth is our future” fits his treatment of them. He still is a kid at heart, playing with the younger ones and reminding them that being a child is fine and only when it is time they will know when to grow up. To his peers or those close to his age, he is friendly and just in his decision making and counsel with them when it is time for the next young one to begin the Trail of Sight.

When it comes to Sophia, he sees her as a mother figure, having been the first one who she has taken under her wing for guidance, morals and values. He is very protective of the temple, just as much as he is protective of her and is willing to sacrifice his body and soul to protect both.
Occupation: 
Grand Master of Mindah Tarvitaan, Temple of the Knowledge Seekers
Faction:
None
Pet: 
[url=http://www.settemuse.it/arte/foto_draghi/temi_arte_025_drago_occcidentale.jpg]Druulo[/url], is a small golden drake that Qobo keeps around the library. He stands 8 inches tall and about a two feet long.
Exp: 
Has been training his mind, spirit and body all his life at the monastery except for the trail of sight, which sent him through the world in order to help build his resolve. He learned other styles of combat through the Fotian fighting pits and  his own style based off of Sophia’s swift movements through the library. He has been trained to handle most weapons but prefers a sword. One crafted by his own design, meant to incorporate his magic and some of his soul essence. In time  he had learned how to manipulate his soul to the point that magic use was almost unneeded by him but rather used to assist him and remind him how chilling the world can be with their violent magic.  He uses his soul’s energy for combat rather than magic, only using it when in dire situations or when those refuse to give up their arrogance. His combative skills are remarkable to say the least. He has learned enough about the body’s anatomy and where the main arteries and vital strike zones are. His precision in these zones is high.
Spells: 
Qobo-Milah:  Named after its creator, it requires a large soul presence within the user, it heightens senses, increases their agility, dexterity, speed and strength. Is usually used in collaboration with the inward eye and a blade.
Touch of Tranquility: A five pressure point strike meant to incapacitate his opponent with one move. It’s notable mid level chime sounds are the only recognition of the attack.
Inward eye - Channels the soul from within, allowing him a vision beyond vision, capable of seeing actual level of power within someone as well as vital organs. It also able to slow the world around them by heightening their own ability to register movement.
Center Pulse: This condenses the aura into a small projectile meant to explode outwardly in the form of a cone.
Intimidating aura: As vast as his soul is, he has been able to keep its aura skin close unless it is needed to set another student or monk in their place for getting out of line or to hopefully resolve conflict outside of the monastery. It is an aura of power and killer intent, honed in by years of training and dedication and used mostly as a warning or for disciplinary actions.
Burning Aura: Using his center chi, he can heat up the area around him in a 5 meter radius, catching whatever it comes into contact with on fire.
Breath of Life: This move is more of a healing spell, specifically, a revival spell and only few know this within the temple and none outside of it.The user presents to the fallen person a part of his spirit which cannot be restored. Once it leaves the the user's body, it is immediately materialized into the form of a soul shard which is then plunged into the deceased, almost instantly reviving them. However, depending on how “far” their soul had drifted from their body, it has a 50/50 chance of success. The user will also feel this effect as it does age them by at least 5 years and will feel fatigued and drained for sometime. 
Abilities/Powers:
Portal jumping. 
Portal sensing. 
Portal conjuring. 
Ghost vision.
Angelic wings. 
Air walking. 
Halo light.
Soul detection.
Bright light resistance.
Dexterity
Flexibility
Double Jointed
Perfect Balance
Master’s Precision
Perceptive
Natural Magic Affinity
Weapons: 
A soulbound, transmutation bo staff, capable of transforming into whatever weapon or item that Qobo needs at the time. Most of the time it is used as a walking cane or sword.
History: 
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Five years old. Five years old was Qobo when he had been left by the people of the village below who believed that Sophia, dragon of knowledge was evil and corrupted. But this was not the case. For years she had left her library open for those pursuing knowledge of life and its inhabitants, power that offered prosperity and peace. But sadly, those who found it used it for destruction and enslavement of others, to which Sophia, in disappointment, sealed herself within her library, never to be seen again. But there were a few whose wish was to simply learn from those shelves of infinite knowledge with the hopes to one day pass it on to the very select few who were deemed worthy. These monks began building a temple next to the library itself, seeing Sophia as a Dragoness of wisdom and perception, of intelligence and advice. It was these monks of peace that had found the young crying child near the gates of the library during morning prayer. Alone the boy would not survive and would die in the frigid air of the Gaia mountain tops and so they took him in as one of their own. Young Milah, the name he was known as throughout the temple, begun learning the basics of life. He was taught to speak, respect others, honor promises and most of all, love. To love what the gods have given him and to reciprocate that love to others. He had also begun training in the Tyronian martial arts as a start into his training of the body as his studies and consistent prayer trained his mind and spirit.

By the time he had reached the age of fifteen, he was old enough to assist in the construction of the temple. Amidst the construction of the temple, his curiosity of the world below started to grow as those from the village came to visit, wondering what the fate of the child had become. Surprised to see he was alive and well, he was offered to return to the village, to which he refused. Even his parents had visited and pleaded with him to come back. “I was given up as a child of sacrifice and now I have come to embrace what I once thought as an unacceptable action. I am a child of sacrifice, as much as my brothers and sisters here. My dear mother and father, you are more than welcomed to visit me as much as you wish but i will not return to where i was once cast out.” Reluctantly, his parents had agreed to this and had for some time come to visit but the visits became seldom and soon scarce as time progressed. He was twenty by the completion of the temple. A beautiful temple it was. A grand room for prayer to Sophia and what she stood for, living quarters which were meek and simple as well as a sand garden, waterfalls for meditation and plenty of space for training. Soon, Sophia awoke and saw what the monks had created, peeking her interest. She came into the temple under the guise of a wandering traveler, a descendant who had found this mysterious temple out of luck. 

Sophia had been greeted by the young Milah as her first interaction with the outside world in a long time. He had seen this mysterious woman and greeted her with warm, open arms. As he showed her around, she asked him questions about the temple, about the monks and what they do. He explained that the monks watched over the temple before, during and after the creation of the temple and they were there to simply seek knowledge. But she did not believe him. So she asked him “You monks have been protecting the great library for many years. What fuels your resolves? How can i be as strong as you?” As they overlooked the mountain scaped that painted their view, he glanced over at her with a smile. A young man of only 20 years, responded to the hidden dragon of knowledge with one thing and one thing only. “I don’t know.” Confused, she pushed the matter, feeling that there was some hidden ambition. “What do you mean you do not know? You do not know how to make me stronger?” He turned to her with a sage like tone and responded. “To know that you do not know makes you stronger. To think you know when you do not weakens you. Recognize this and you will become mightier than the strongest of champions.” She had found her resolve within this young boy and with him, revealed that she was the Dragoness of knowledge. With this, the gates to the library opened once again and a celebration was in order. 

Skipping ahead a few years, Qobo was much older and wiser, having trained more with the monks and under the wings of Sophia, having learned many magical spells, both of the light and of the dark. He had furthered his experience with fotian martial arts as well as Gaian and Tearianas styles. But during these years, he had noticed that Sophia turned those away who searched for knowledge within the library and so he began questioning her. Having become exhausted by the questions he asked and iIn order to quench his thirst for knowledge, he had sent him out into the world to learn of the reason why. This had become known to future monks as the Trail of Sight. This trail had set the foundation for monks or better yet, soon-to-be monks to complete their training.

He had traveled down the mountain and into Gaia where he met a group of dragonslayers known as the Sureyia, men and women who enjoyed the hunt and sport of killing dragons. Within this time, he had met a famed dragonslayer known as Soron Dragonbane, Slayer of the Basillie Basilisk. When he spoke to him, he had looked into his eyes and saw hate and anger, too much for someone as young as him. This had hit him hard, believing no one as young as him should ever need to experience what he did at such an age. Soon enough he had traveled to Fotia where he had been thrown into the pits to fight. During his time in the fighting pits, he had met many souls whose stories where as vast and as interesting as the books of the library. After a few years, he had earned his freedom and traveled to Vrondi, Tearianas and finally Nero, the place where he finally came to his conclusion.

He made his venture back to the temple to find Sophia awaiting his return.

“I have seen slayers of dragons, taking only the satisfaction in killing one to gain fame. I have been to the pits of fotia, witnessing the atrocities tyroians find pleasure in and have seen the murderous eyes of madmen. Sophia, dragon of knowledge and wisdom, the world is not yet ready to see for they cannot see themselves “ Sophia remained silent.

“Knowledge corrupts all but those with the purest of intentions. Now you understand this phrase, don’t you...Then you know what needs to be done”

“By guarding this knowledge, we protect the world from itself.”
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