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• Appearance: 
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• Name: Havish Greyson

• Age: 16

• Species: Human Mage

• Abilities: Physical Magic: Havish has been practicing physical magic for some time now after learning about his talents, his most notable spell is his Armadillo Cloak, he can summon a tough chitinous armor that can with effort, cover his entire body. the shape of the armor is all dependent on his will, he has before managed to have a sharpened appendage protrude from the gauntlet but was able to make nothing more than the gauntlet. Other talents of his are other physical modification magics like increasing strength or speed or durability, of course the extent of this power is very limited.

• Skills: Havish is not very skilled at much but he is a very skilled cook, he spent much of his formative years at home and learned much from his mother about food.

• Inventory: A family ring, a silver band with a ruby set in it. inside the inscription reads "A Greyson always stands."

• Sample Post: 
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	Havish woke up this morning, sun shining in his eyes, the smell of breakfast was... absent. Havish got up and put on a pair of his sweatpants he had set out the night previous and moved to the door, usually by this time of day his mother had already started to cook and he would come down to help her out, but there was nothing, no one was in the kitchen, no food was being cooked, nothing. "Mom. Mom!" There was no response, and Havish began to panic. Up the stairs he ran, and burst through the door of his mothers bedroom, and there she was, lying in bed, the panic subsided, he ran over to her and tried to shake her awake. "Mom, come on get up, we need to make breakfast, I have school today." No response was given, the woman lay there still, eyes remained closed. "Mom....mom...." The panic returned and collapsed the young boy, he was twelve this year, and now he wondered what future was set in place for him.
	The funeral was quaint, and was surprisingly enough, paid for entirely by his father, with whom he was to stay with now. Havish hadn't seen his father in several years, they had divorced when he was a child and his mother never explained why, only that his father loved him but the two of them felt it was better for Havish to not be around him. "Havish, I want you to know something." his father was looking down at him now, a tear of his own running down his cheek, "The life your mother wanted for you, I can't give, but I can give you another, one that will be hard, it will be scary, and it will be dangerous, but I swear that if you take the chance, you could be more than you can imagine." His father was smiling, but there was genuine fear in his eyes, but Havish couldn't say no, he had no other family, so all he could do was nod. 
	The next three years were spent with his father training with magic, magic he had never known he had. There were days when his father would show him offensive magic and he would wonder, [b][i]if I had had this magic when I was younger I could fought back against the bullies I dealt with. [/i][/b] Havish knew that was a lie though, he wouldn't have fought them, he never fought, he was always beaten and beaten, never once did he stand up. "Havish, come on now, you have to try harder, the academy won't accept you if you don't give them something to work with." The man flung spell after spell at the boy, but Havish continued to dodge and weakly deflect, "No, no, you need to stand strong, you are a Greyson, we always stand." As the man finished speaking, Havish felt his feet stop, the ground seemingly mounding up over them, "Stand and show me who you are." The man flung spell after spell, Havish fearfully doing his best to not be hit, but soon he was caught directly in the line of fire, literally, the flames sprang from his fathers hand and struck dead center of Havish's chest, Havish could only think of one thing, if only he could just curl up and hide, not let any of this hurt him. The flames curled and hissed, but there was no pain, it was hot, but not painful, when Havish opened his eyes, he looked down to see a plate of armor, it covered his chest and stomach, he laughed nervously and looked at his father, the man was smiling wide, "You did it, a spell to be proud of, a living armament is a powerful..." mid sentence the armor dissolved and Havish collapsed unable to handle the strain of the spell yet, but, at least promise was there.
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• Other: His Father Martin Greyson was a graduate of Hikari Academy and a skilled elementalist.

	 Highlights of Havish's background and personality are in the sample post.

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