Hello! Hope you're all doing well, here's my character:

[Hider=Deria V. Legato][center]I plan to draw a picture myself, so this is here as a placeholder. 
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[color=82ca9d]“How about some tea?”[/color]

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[color=82ca9d]N A M E[/color]

Deria V. Legato
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[color=82ca9d]A G E[/color]
19
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[color=82ca9d]O R I G I N[/color]

Thlecia, east-side. 
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[color=82ca9d]V I S A G E[/color]

Deria is a young man with dark skin and twinkling eyes. His shoulders are broad yet his built leans more to slender. Comparable to a swimmers body he is lean yet muscular. His fingers are long, his knuckles are hard and his smile is soft. He has a heart shaped face with full lips, a wide nose, and round eyes that hold a hazel color, almost looking green in the sunlight. His hair is short and a soft sea-foam green color. His eye lashes are long and his ears are rather large. He stands at 5'5 and his skin is an array of dark and light, striping over his body in different places. A smattering of freckles is found across his face, under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. He wears loose and comfortable clothing, simple in design and with earthy tones. A brown tunic, two green belts, black trousers and tall green boots. He also has a brown windbreaker for travels, and has a large backpack. It is decorated with many little pieces of glass made smooth from the sea, and not-so-rare precious stones. 
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[color=82ca9d]P E R S O N A L I T Y   T R A I T S[/color]

Deria is a very relaxed person, always striving to find peace in and out of himself. He likes to take things as they come, as he tends to stress too much otherwise. He is open to meeting new people, but is rarely the one to draw attention to himself. He see's fair as fair and will stick to his moral code even if met with great difficulty for doing so. A pacifist in most all ways, he is usually the first to back down from a fight or argument. Not entirely a man of action, he is more a follower then a leader, and is fine taking orders from someone he trusts. Altogether he is friendly, quiet, and sure of himself. 
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[color=82ca9d]L I F E   E X P E R I E N C E S[/color]

Deria doesn't like to talk about his past much. He spent the first few years he can remember living in Thlecia, though it felt like his family would never stay still. Always traveling, despite the seasons and the comfort of a home, they never stayed in one town long. He remembers living by a lake in a small shanty. He remembers a farm, living under the looming mountain, living in a city with large walls all around, and the beautiful fountain in the courtyard. But most of all he remembers the wagon, and the cold, and the hunting with his father, or sewing with his mother. He remembers liking houses much better then the road, but with his parents beside him he could never be unhappy. 

Naturally when the guards took them away happy was the feeling farthest from Deria. He had always wondered why mom scurried in the shadows. Why so many strangers hiding their faces would meet with daddy. He was always curious of those letters with the strange symbol on the envelope. As he was small and fast, and his parents were ready for something like this, Deria could hide. The compartment under the wagon, hidden by a sliding piece of wood, was where he would stay for the few days they moved his parents far away. After he couldn't take it anymore, he slipped out. The wagon was still moving, taken away to be stripped and impounded. He was on the side of a road he had never seen, in a place he'd never been. Deria grew up alone after this, taken in by a thief for his quickness, small hands and distractedly good lost child act, he gained his own bounty separate from his parents. After two and two were put together and it was learned he was also the son of two rather important terrorists, it was obvious Deria would need to stay on the run. 
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[color=82ca9d]E L E M E N T A L   A F F I N I T Y[/color]

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[color=82ca9d]A T T R I B U T E S[/color]

[color=82ca9d]. Thief:[/color] High hand-speed, general agility and general misdirection.

[color=82ca9d]. Hand To Hand Combat:[/color] Preferring the less lethal art of the fist to the knife, Deria has spent many hours practicing and participating in a fair amount of skirmishes. His sparring ring was simply the back-alleys of the towns he was stupid enough to get caught in, and he has earned his way out of capture thus far, by right of his fist. While he does not afraid of using magic, he is a pugilist and a thief first.

[color=82ca9d]. Prodigium Magum[/color]: Deria uses his innate magic to help enhance his other skills. He boils water at rapid degrees to turn it into steam or divided and aerates it to create mist. These particles mixed with ether can create illusions, much alike to phantasmagoria. Projecting scenes and images onto these vapors allow him to use guile and speed to better position himself, or simple escape. If things get close and personal, he will use bouts of steam to propel his limbs faster and harder, to strike with maximum force. To protect himself he also creates a cloud of tightly air condenses water to create a sort of mist-like armor. Boiling water is also useful for making tea.
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