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[color=a167e9][i]"ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɪs ɴᴏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ."[/i][/color][/CENTER]
 
[color=918f95][color=a06fe8][b]N A M E[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Uriel Pulnoch[/indent]
[color=a167e9][b]A G E[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]12[/indent]
[color=a167e9][b]O R I G I N[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Outskirts of Ordos[/indent]
[color=a167e9][b]V I S A G E[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]As a pale, youthful boy, with black hair, innocent grey-blue eyes, and a wavering height that is sure to nab a few more inches upon entering adulthood, Uriel’s wistful face of placid hope seems a little off-putting, but his demeanor does hold a more esoteric determination of contemplation that has revolved sincerely around Nous, Intellectus, Anime Mea, and Cor Meum.  There is joy in such wisdom and deep knowledge, even if, perhaps, the noetic journey has worn a melancholy grimness on his juvenile face, even when he does try to smile.
 
Although Uriel is twelve and has only just entered his years of adolescence, the young boy appears to be several years older.  That is not to say his maturity is above his age; but perhaps, at times it may be surprisingly beyond uniform for his place in time; and to help set the stage for a more polite and less childish stature, Uriel generally clothes himself with a fitted dark blazer over a contrasting, white shirt – properly buttoned and accompanied with a string tie of sorts, knotted into a bow around the neck of his shirt’s collar.  Dark pants generally escort in synonymous design with his coat.  Of course, if he was to look too prude (with his blouse and tie), rustic outdoor boots attempt to simplify his style and bring any ardent contemplation back to Vitae.
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[color=a167e9][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y   T R A I T S[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Not as guiltless as the insipid blue in his eyes, Uriel’s demeanor can sometimes be seen as ghoulish through the creepily passive approach the young boy exhibits to the outside world.  However, his passivity could not be further from the truth!  The child is a passionate creature – merely a specimen caught in timid silence and pious immaturity.  Therefore, it is reasonable to assume the boy is not weak, as such zealous hesychasm is not for the fainthearted.  He is merely slow to react as he empathizes with each side.
 
Nonetheless, it is true that Uriel is just a child, barely on the cusp of adolescence, and with such knowledge, it is not so surprising when his emotions get the better of him in ways of brash judgment and jeering wits. It would be absurd to believe he could win against every battle of temptation he faced.  Although, in light of these outbursts, Uriel is honestly ashamed to have drawn himself out of character – [i]most of the time.[/i]  When the boy is not ashamed to have pulled the trigger, it is best to leave the situation be.  Of course, such is not always the case, especially when his assault was especially hurtful, and his naïveté of age was in fact at his fault.
 
With such acquaintance of Uriel presented, it is safe to shoulder the belief that the boy is a well-studied, loyal fellow who has quite a conscious for such a short lived life.  He also has an (obviously natural,) intellectual talent for commanding a heavily weighted spirit.  Perhaps, he is not the quickest to make ends meet in the midst of an inducement or when choosing sides, but once the time approaches, Uriel is more than willing to shed his fitted jacket and dirty his blouse.  Once the spirit begins stirring, there may be a dangerous unwillingness for Uriel to control it.[/INDENT]
[color=a167e9][b]L I F E   E X P E R I E N C E S[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Born to a family of merchants, Uriel’s upbringing was rather colorful in the rich fruits of learning of other cultures outside of the Imperium of Iquenos. It was declared by the inquisition that they were traitors helping smuggle and protect heretics from the imperium. The necessity of this underground railroad had been engraved into Uriel’s conscious — while such etching took precedence, Uriel’s very own ether was trained by not just his father and mother but by the weary sacred travelers they helped during their business routes.

And so, as the story continues in regards to the the declaration of the inquisition turning into orders, when Uriel had just reached the age of contemplation, he was shuffled off into the outskirts of Ordos (to live as a student to an old hermit, Artemius Sérapis.  Artemius’ trained and tuned Uriel’s magic through books and knowledge and practice (with occasional trips to the marketplace that became less cautiously approached with each return -- his vestments assuredly deeming a good suit for such outings).  Four years shadowed into the future, and even if Uriel has learned to control the rage he harvests inside towards what has happened to his parents — and [i]others[/i] like himself, there is still a burning desire to make things right.  If all creatures naturally acquire inside an atunement of ether inside themselves — connecting all of creation together through this mystical power, then would it not be death — suicide — to the existence of all things to begin denying it as an essential, a necessity, a life-giving force?  Uriel cannot stand for such abomination, even as the young child that he is.[/INDENT]
[color=a06fe8][b]E L E M E N T A L   A F F I N I T Y[/b][/color][hr][INDENT]Sanctus[/INDENT]
[color=a06fe8][b]A T T R I B U T E S[/b][/color][hr][INDENT][b][i]Scholars Magnum[/i][/b] - Being a well-read child by the hands of merchants, travelers, and a sagely hermit, alongside the acquired knowledge throughout and beyond the borders of Iquenos, Uriel has an education of Sanctus beyond his age and often times, his own reasoning — but is that not what magic is?  Uriel uses memorized phrases of ancient times to exercise his affinity; tones to cast spells, tones to control variants of energeia.

[b][i]Gemstone Locket[/i][/b] - A square, pewter locket with a spodumene (lilac) kunzite stone decoding the outside of the ornate piece.  The locket holds a small relic of a thought to be holy magi.  Such value was a gift from his father, an heirloom presented down through generations.  The story believes that traces of the holy one’s ether still dwells in his relic, and with the right alignment of mind, body, soul, and heart his powers may be instrumented for purifying and strengthening the summoner’s magic.

[b][i]Orationis Liber[/i][/b] - A dark brown, leather prayer book with old pages, aged in devotion and struggling fingers of many different owners and masters, Uriel has taken refuse in the chants and prayers that have been inscripted on the rustic paper.  A thick leather string wraps around the book and nooks on a brass button sewn onto the front cover.  An ancient symbol is melted into the button — a language that Uriel has yet to uncover.

[b][i]Sapientiae[/i][/b] - Not surprisingly, Uriel’s acknowledgement for the world around him and his self-introspection are set apart even if wistfully done.  There is unforgivingness in his bones, but in the sanctity of his vessel, he knows that the World cannot exist without the proper mysteries of magology being cherished and nurtured in society.  Perhaps, he is not quite a prodigy; but he is talented, nonetheless; and the further practicing of his affinity, illumination only flourishes more.[/INDENT][/color][/hider]