Character sheet: [B]Name: [/B] Ryder Thorn [b]Alias: [/b] [B]Physical form:[/B] [hider=Everyday showman][img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQJ96aiLDGygVQ7N6qLfutizflLxRUqh6jICAUtSJjI__aCexFiipTB6r6R[/img][/hider] [hider=Combat ready][img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRO15BQ7MZdsAxW9ymHq-vMQ95UAKdWHBE99tAMcgLNKMM03X8fg_HD6MumdQ[/img][/hider] [B]Astral form:[/B] [hider=Majestic manticore][img]https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRXMM9ETjH-NbTT6egcXw3fsu8NKKiYKqW4Z3Sqwo2XPl453Xi9Lg4toXbiLQ[/img][/hider] [B]Main objective:[/B] To protect everyone. [B]Coven Function:[/B] [u]Town lookout. [/u] [indent]Because of his fathers old position Ryder has become a link between the guards and the coven. This also enables him to keep the coven up to date with the latest rumours and happenings nearby. [/indent] [u]Song & Trade[/u] [indent]Ryder's helpful nature and desire to see people smile means he will often offer a song to lift spirits or simply run errands for others. His gift of the gab makes him an accomplished trader. [/indent] [B]Place of power:[/B] Graves, anywhere the dead reside. [B]Medium:[/B] Family crypt below his house. ([i]Though it's actually the bones of his family but he dare not move them.[/i]) [B]Emotion of power: [/B] Pride [B]Catalyst:[/B] Family Crest [b]Material component:[/b] Blood. [B][I]Backstory: [/I][/B] Ryder is a polite and charming young man. He has a quick wit, sharp tongue and many sweet words amongst them. He has an interest in near all expressions of art but is most fond of the theatre and music. Second to only that is his wonder of technology and the possible future. Strangely door knocks make him suspiciously nervous and he refuses to ever be without some sort of weapon. He has a very helpful nature. He favours the crossbow and knives. [hider=The story]Ryder was born into a wealthy proud family and lived in a grand house. His father a reputable guards captain from a long line of nobles and his mother a care free spirit, a famed and heavily sought after travelling vocalist. It was said that she had the voice of an angel and he had the courage of a lion. The duo were a perfect match for each other. Truly inseparable. Shortly after meeting he lay down his sword for her and she gave up her nomadic lifestyle for him. They raised Ryder well and had as much love for him as each other. Their love story is one for another day, all you need to know is that like most great stories, it ended with tragedy. The noble captains past eventually caught up with him. For no matter how righteous his intent and actions were, there was somebody who found ill of them and would never forget what he had done. It was a cold vengeance that was taken out on young Ryder's family. So many years late. For so long had their enemy carried such a heavy hatred around in their heart. That kind of weight changes a man. Ryder's father was now but an old man. He fought his best and bravest to the very end as intruders forced their way into the house. Ryder will never forget that moment. The casual steady knock on the door. All was normal and sound as another warm evening came to an end. As his mother opened the door Ryder, as he often did, was admiring the polished steel of his family crest given to him by his father. His fingers were delicately tracing the feathered lines of the lions wings when he felt a sudden warm splatter hit him across the face. The shining steal in his hands became spoiled with tainted spots of red. Then the screaming began and soon after an ensuing shouting and chaos erupted in his quiet friendly home. The rest still haunts him in his nightmares. Having watched his father die right before his very eyes. Narrowly avoiding the same fate with his mother. The moment right before it could happen, as she held him with trembling blood soaked hands, sobbing heavily while gathering just one simple breath. Her last soft sweet whisper, a gentle and calm, honey soaked voice as she said goodbye and used a magic Ryder had never seen before. A young helpless scared child teleported halfway across the country. Those are the nightmares that still haunt him to this day. It was to Ryder's uncles place, on his mother's side, as to where he was teleported. A small shack in a busy market city nearby. His uncle, a clever if not somewhat lazy Mage raised and tutored the boy the best he could until Ryder was old enough to be sent to the Covern. The two had only travelled back to Ryder's house once over all those years and that was only to respectfully rest and bury the departed. It was safe to say that after going through that, Ryder thought he would never go back. And that he would never want to. But as a final parting gift Ryder's uncle taugh him to face and turn those negative feelings around into a positive and useful energy. The house was larger than Ryder had remembered. The estate had barely been touched since the day he last left except for maybe by the odd vagrant or rat. It had a lot of work to be done on it. Withering with time and settling with dust and decay. In truth the only reason it had not been sold off was because his family name still held some sway amongst certain important people. But as with time, grief and pity too soon pass, leaving Ryder to make his own way. With his little magic learned, and people skills developed, he managed to join the Coven and that is where he is now. [/hider] [B][I]Spells:[/I][/B] [u]Discharge:[/u] [indent]A simple targeted discharge of stored or drawn forth chaotic energies. Primal and raw this unnatural, unrestrained force hits with some impact.[/indent] [u]Enhance:[/u] [indent]By delicately infusing his body with the raw powers of chaos magic he can temporarily defy the natural laws and limitations of his physicality, going beyond normal mundane capabilities.[/indent] [u]Chaos weave :[/u] [indent] Beneath the perceived existence, beneath refined reality, raw chaos runs free and wild. There are unpredictable streams and weaves running all over the place just beyond our comprehension connecting places, people and events to history. With this magic he can utilise these streams to teleport himself or another. The trip is often disorientating and hard to control.[/indent] [B][I]Color:[/I][/B] [hider=skills] [b]Physical[/b] Fortitude: [12] Toughness: [11] +2 Awareness: [15] +2 Reflex : [15] +2 Fight: [17] +9 Dodge: [17] +2 Parry: [13] Athletics : [15] +1 [b]Social[/b] Interaction: [15] +1 Performance : [12] [indent][i]-Singing[/i][/indent] [b]Mental[/b] Willpower: [12] Knowledge: [6] Research Languages: [9] Science: [9] Technology: [15] +1 [b]Skills[/b] Perform Profession: [12] Vehicles: [7] Wilderness: [6][/hider] [hider=Equipment] [b]Equipment[/b] [u]Combat[/u] [indent]Heavy Crossbow Light repeating crossbow Concealed throwing knife x2 Hunting knife Push dagger Medium armour[/indent] [u]General[/u] [indent]Collapsable spy glass Water-skin Notepad and pen [/indent][/hider]