[hider= Neil Aurum ] Neil is a small, wiry man dressed in simple black robes. His hair is bleach white, and he keeps his hair short and neat. His eyes are light grey and often dart about. He is mostly devoid of scars or piercings, except for a gash wound on his stomach. He wears black gloves he seldom removes, and wears a round light blue pendent with a silver emblem of an owl. Name- Neil Aurum Age- 21 Gender- Male Race- Human Personality- Behind a reserved and quite demeanor, he is cunning and intelligent. He speaks little, but not out of fear or awkwardness, but because he says only what is needed, and nothing more. He is quite distant from his surroundings, he can watch a man a die and appear unaffected, not because he doesn't care about human life but because he knows that neither sorrow or anger will do anything in the moment, grieving can wait till a funeral, when there is work to be done, he lets nothing hinder him. Backstory- Physically weak, but strong of spirit, Neil was forged by adversity. Born of a noble house that has long been waning in power, he was born sickly. The noble house of Aurum valued strength, and instead he was intelligent. The house of Aurum valued honor, and instead he was cunning. The house of Aurum valued bravery, and Neil is fearless. In his early years, he hide away from the rest of the world as if his mere birth was a black stain on his family's honor. That was until he manifested his magic, it was unrefined at first but powerful. Suddenly, he was paraded around noble parties and other pointless activities despite his objections. One night, when he was fifteen, bandits broke into his estate. Everyone in the house was asleep except him, as he was in the library reading. The bandits sweep across the house, killing and looting as they went. Alarmed by the screams, he rushed out of the library and into the courtyard where he saw the bandits covered in the blood of his family and his servants loaded their ill-gotten gains on to a wagon. He called forth his magical energy, raw arcane energy, crackling and blue, and unleashed it yet it was not strong enough. He keep summoning bolts of arcane lightning against the attackers and yet he was not strong enough. They rushed towards him, blades in hand. The leader lunged forward and stabbed, causing him to fall down on his back. The robbers mocked him as he was on the ground, bleeding out. He tried to get up, but every time he did, someone kick him back down. They could of killed him, but instead choose to toy with him. That was a very bad decision. He stared up at the moon, and perhaps by divine providence or perhaps a delusion caused by blood loss, he heard a women's voice whisper into his ear. He could not understand the words themselves, but the meaning was clear. He reached out towards the moon, his hand sparking with arcane lightning and as his did, the lightning turned black and dissolved into shadow. The bandits tried to take their blades and finish the boy, and yet it was to late. Shadow poured out in an aura around him, and consumed the thieves who dared commit a crime while the eye of Luna watched them. His immediate family dead, and stories of his magical prowess spreading, distant family tried desperately to take them into their house for their own gain. Instead, he joined the church and became a priest of Luna, the one entity that had shown him kindness. Magical abilities- Shadow Magic, Illusion Magic, Divination Combat abilities- Resistance to poisons, diseases, and illusions Artifact of Dramoria- The Moon Shield, Serenity, is a round buckler shield, the rim, handle, and back-plating are made of silver. Embedded in the shield itself is a sapphire mirror. The full extant of its powers are unknown, but legend says that its reflection reveals deception and that it grows more powerful under the light of the moon. Motive- The corruption of the mountain threatens the balance, and Luna now calls him to her service. And as Luna had saved his life and gave him family in the church, he will gladly die in her service. [/hider]