Heyo, here's my character. Thought you guys might need a bruiser.

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[color=a0410d][b]Name:[/b][/color] Raviel "Rav" Husk

[color=a0410d][b]Race:[/b][/color] Leopard Beastkin

[color=a0410d][b]Magic/Abilities:[/b][/color]

[u]Blessings:[/u]
Distinctly remembering one of the first things taught to him, his skill in casting blessings to himself and to his allies are great. It can span from the ability to breathe underwater to singular enhanced physical prowess, depending on which spell is needed to be cast for the time being. Though his blessings last for an entire battle, he is limited to giving blessings to those whom he could touch - and never more than three blessings at a time. Rav specializes in a different style of blessing.

[indent][u]Runic Blessings:[/u]
These types of blessings are more seen than others. Instead of an aura emanating from a singular person, one could easily see the glowing runes on a part of their body on which the mage had placed it on. Each rune is specifically made for an enchancement and must be written down on one part of the body and then activated before it takes effect. This is mostly the reason why Rav uses it mostly on himself rather than having to hurry to someone else to write a rune on them. [/indent]
[u]Teleportation:[/u]
An intermediate teleportation mage, he already has the ability to teleport himself in very short distances though that is magically draining if used repeatedly without rest. For longer distances and for additional people, he has to chant the spells. The longer the distance and/or the more the people, the longer the spell he has to chant and the more magically draining it becomes.

[u]Conjuration[/u]
Perhaps his most prominent and most focused on magic, conjuration is the field he specializes in. He already has an arsenal of weaponry, though he has trouble when creating any form of ranged weaponry. It seems that anything that needs 'ammunition' to be used is more magically draining so he doesn't prefer them unless he has to do it. The weaponry appears as a dark purple and misty object which only he can touch as it dissipates when someone else touches it.

[color=a0410d][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Rav has a misleading appearance. There is often a misconception about him as he looks like the type of person who would wrestle everyone to submission. He seems rude and unapproachable if only because of his resting face that looks like he doesn't want to be disturbed. But do not let that perturbe you from talking to him, as once you do, he's actually a rather funny and helpful kind of guy who would smile at you once you start interacting with him. Though, Rav initiates conversations a lot himself as others seem to not prefer them going to him.

Rav is a passionate man. If he wanted to do something, he will do it without a doubt. Of course, he understands that there are limitations in what he can do, so he typically just leaves those be unless he can find some way to get around the rules. He can be a little bit too hotblooded when it comes to doing what he is passionate about. He's rather loud about it too - not that it is arrogant, but he's just really easily excited about things.

[color=a0410d][b]Background:[/b][/color] Raviel was born into a beastkin tribe that rests in mountainous region near Zauberheim. They actually do not try to stay in the cities, but the members of the tribe occassionally do visit Zauberheim - to either exchange information about magic or to simply do something for the mages of Zauberheim who needs aid in travelling to collect things. Their tribe is closely linked with Zauberheim and its culture; hence why Raviel is so fascinated with them. Their tribe mostly specializes in buffing magic or blessings.

Raviel has always been fascinated with magic, branching out of what his tribe could do. He's always been thankful and fascinated with Aylama, their creator. While his kin seems to gear towards Amalya, he veered off. Spending more and more time with the mages of Zauberheim to learn more about magic, Raviel has become self-taught with most of his studies with only public libraries to study from. He began setting his eyes on the Royal Library, but he obviously couldn't get in unless he was of nobility or part of the actual student body of Seraph Academy. Knowing what he must do now, he decided that perhaps also studying in the most prestigious academy for magic Razelia had to offer might be good for him. Being part of the tribe who has helped Zauberheim and Razelia throughout the ages and also having great potential as a battlemage, Raviel was given access to study at Seraph Academy.

In the few years he studies at the Academy, there was nothing of note that had happened to him. He's always ever excelled in combat, which had to combine both physical and magical capabilities to win. Raviel manages to show off his own survival skills in these, having grown up with only a tribe and the wildnerness in your favor. What has been constantly noted is that he typically reinforces himself so that he can get up close and personal with his enemies - especially since every single one of them are mages. 

[hider=Sample Post]
Raviel flipped backward - two glowing runes on his forearm representing all the blessings he placed on himself - Increased Magical Resistance and Increased Agility. There was a grin on his face as he ducked under a fireball. Ah, how he enjoyed sparring classes. It always seemed to be the most eventful out of all of their classes. His right hand began to glow and he pressed it against his left hand as he charged forward. He rolled sideways to avoid a column of fire and then formed a conjured pole staff.

He then pushed forward - swinging the pole towards his fellow student - Farion. Farion raised a physical barrier to the right, small enough that he could make it in a split second but precise enough so that the strike wouldn't connect. And in a blink of an eye, Raviel was gone.

Appearing on top of the man, he swung the pole downwards. The pole connected with Farion's shoulder and he crumpled down. A sharp whistle went through the area signalling the end of the spar. Raviel nimbly got his feet on the ground and dismissed the conjured pole. [color=a0410d]"You alright man?"[/color] He questioned his fellow student.

Farion stood up. "Yeah, I think so. I'll go see a healer just in case." He said before moving out of the training arena. 

Raviel would never hurt someone innocent unless there was good reason for it. Sparring classes he took seriously, and that was because there were healers who could restore broken bones and nasty gashes. He had to play it safe too, so his teachers barred him from using any other weapon aside from his pole staff - which he understood completely.

"Excellent control, Mr. Husk. You've been improving on your teleportation magic I see." One of his instructors complimented with a nod. "I'm sure your family will be proud of you."

The beastkin gave his instructor a grin and a thumbs up. [color=a0410d]"I'll be dead if they weren't!"[/color] He pointed out with little to no reservation. He then waved goodbye to the instructor and proceeded to head towards the Royal Library. He won't be loitering around yet. There was still much to be discovered and much to learn about both Lady Amalya and Lady Aylama. He wasn't going to be staying here forever, after all. [/hider]

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