Name: Alisdair Gindwin
Age: 25
Race: Luce Primani Scholar
Appearance: 
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Though Alisdair's eyes are the fully black, coal like orbs as the many other scholars of Luce Prima.
Personality: Alisdair is inquisitive, instinctively ponderous and willing to go to any length for the pursuit of his own betterment. Some would go as far as saying that his aloof behavior is almost creepy and unnerving but he is gentle enough that most will not be hateful or disruptive of his curiosity.
History: 
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	[i]"Tell me boy, what is it you wish to learn today?"[/i] An older scholar asked the small boy, his dark hair peeking from under the hood of his robe.

	[i]"I want to hear the story about the dragons again! Please Grandpa."[/i] The boy shouted with enthusiasm, the older man laughed aloud and pulled a book from the shelf nearby. The story was Alisdair's favorite before bed, he loved the stories of dragons, knights, and valiant quests. The Humans were an interesting bunch, some loved dragons, some hunted them, some fought many great beasts, Hercules killed a hydra, but Alisdair kept one as a pet, how odd it seemed that the people of the Dawn were so blind, they couldn't see the benefits of being around others.

	[i]"Alright Dairn, time for bed, you have more lessons tomorrow, and these one will be harder, your true talents will be put to the test, time for you to be the hero, yeah?"[/i] the grandfather ruffled the boys hair before stepping out of the room to leave the boy to sleep.

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	Alisdair turned to his mentor, the man held out a magic tool, something in the shape of a shard of ice, and as he spoke an old phrase the shard let out a frosted wind that covered Alisdair in snow, the mound encased him completely and the other man put his hands to his sides triumphantly.

	[i]"Come now Dairn, is that really going to be the way you go out? Head to toe in the frost?"[/i] the man jabbed, but as he said the words he could tell that there was a stirring beneath the snow. A light started to come from below the ice, and soon, flame poured from within alongside a roar, Alisdair stood with steam all around him as his necklace, a bright red scale glowed at his neck. The man was not able to dodge the flames entirely and managed to get a bit singed, "Dragons fire? What on earth have you been up to lately?" The man laughed as the two came together and shook hands, their match decidedly over. The man was a dear friend and mentor of Alisdairs, he had taught him the method for enchanting and the need of it, however Alisdair proved again and again, he had a knack.

	Alisdair took to the meeting room to hear the councils anouncement, they had been batting around the idea of coming out of hiding, letting the people of the world know who they are and to be a part of the world again, Alisdair was for the motion, it was something that he wanted desperately, having so many people of so many races within reach would further his research greatly. As Alisdair reached the chamber and met with the other Scholars the debates began, those for and those against railed the opposition for whatever they could and the council let them do so as long as they felt no fights would break out. Soon, the Chairman stood, Alisdairs grandfather, Mirros Gindwin held out his hands and brought them together, a feather from a bracelet glowing faintly until dissolving as a loud shockwave brought attention back to him.

	[i]"The decision has been made, after listening to the words of the collected, we have decided. Luce Prima, the Academy of Daybreak, will open its doors, accepting all who wish to come."[/i] the words boomed with might, and the crowd cheered, even those that had warned against it, for even if they believed it to not be the best decision, they trust the judgement of the council, and so, with no delay, the first of the letters were dispatched, it was an odd method, but they felt it was better than appearing as a projection, or trying to call them all.
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Other: The scholars of Luce Prima are masters of the lost art of enchanting, the art of infusing objects with magic, and then using them later. Alisdair is one of few that can make permanent tools, items that hold the magic and use it without fading.