[center][hider=Appearance] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6d/85/10/6d8510d2e64c37f463490abf49814fd2.jpg[/img] [/hider] [h2][color=f26522]Vincent Carlisle[/color][/h2] [color=f26522]Race:[/color] Human [color=f26522]Magic/Abilities:[/color] [color=f26522]Living Armory[/color] - Vincent has learned a special form of magic that allows him to store items and equipment in a pocket dimension, he is able to call upon this vast armory and equip himself as he needs. [color=f26522]Bladeworks[/color] - Vincent can summon duplicates of any weapon he has stored in his pocket dimension, these duplicates are destroyed upon returning to the pocket dimension. [color=f26522]Guardian[/color] - Vincent is taught by time and struggle to be a fighter, however rudimentary his skills, he shows great promise, and with the addition of his armory he stands to be quite formidable as a knight mage. [color=f26522]Personality:[/color] Vincent is idealistic and brash, he wants the world to be the rose colored sights he sees in his dreams and fights anyone and anything to make that a reality. His early life though proved to be much more taxing however for someone wishing to see a beautiful world, he watched too many people be brought down to the depths of their own humanity and poison the very world they had sought to create, this leads him to protect those he feels to be just and good with his life, in the hopes that saving them now will bring a better day tomorrow. [color=f26522]Background:[/color] A child left homeless in a vast city would be a tragedy to many of the adults and leaders, however for Vincent, it was just another day, he grew up on the street as many did, he worked as an apprentice for many professions but many of them would pay him only just enough or worse, not at all, however even still he never broke stride, he took it all with strength and dignity. As he grew older he started to have odd occurances, objects he was holding would be gone the next moment, he didn't realize it at the time but he had just begun to see the beginnings of his magic. One day as he was working in the blacksmiths shop, the older smith being one of few that treated him alright, he was given a special task, he was asked to make a delivery, a nobleman had ordered a fine belt knife to be made for his son and Vincent was to deliver it. Eager to be of help Vincent took the knife and began to make his way deeper into Zauberheim to deliver the blade, however, about halfway to his destination, he felt a returning sensation, the same one he felt before other objects would vanish, and just as he lifted the knife he watched as it faded into thin air. The panic set in as he rushed back to the smith, he had tears in his eyes as he tried to explain the event to the older man, the old smith merely shook his head and sent Vincent away. Vincent soon learned that his magic had been the reason for the occurances and soon began to practice, both in the general practice of magic as well as his own personal magic that he soon started to call Living Armory, though fights in the streets and some small stints with mercenary bands taught him how to fight, his style became all his own and now he was coming home to Zauberheim, where he intended to enroll in the Seraph Academy and become a true Mage Knight so that he could be the one to protect the people of his home, and create a city that is worth living in. [hider=Sample post] Vincent held out an apple to a starving young girl, "Come on, it's ok, I can always get another." his smile was warm and inviting as the girl took it. To be fair he really needed to eat as well, but he figured that it would come back to him. The young girl smiled and ran off with the apple and Vincent went his own way, he was maybe only twelve, but didn't look as old, tried to see if he could find someone who perhaps needed help and would pay him, or at least give him something to eat. Vincent managed to scrounge up a coin or two to get something small to eat, he wished that things had gone better at the forge, he wished he had never lost that knife, the old smith paid well and didn't seem to mind him much, but those days were past, he could see the knife in his mind and as he lost himself in thought he felt the tingling in his hands, panicked, he tossed the loaf of bread on the ground afraid it would disappear. Vincent waited until the tingling passed and grabbed up the loaf again only to watch as the young girl from earlier seemed to be running toward him. The girl slammed into him and bounced backward onto the ground, dropping a large leather pouch that hit the ground with the clicking sound of coin. It was clear what had happened even before the adult that was chasing after her caught up. "You little rat! How dare you steal from me!" the man bellowed as he caught up to the two of them, the young girl now cowering behind Vincent. Vincent bent down to pick up the pouch and held it out to the man. "I'm sorry for my friend sir, things are just really hard, she didn't mean anything by it." The man snatched the pouch from Vincent and shoved him to the side before striking the young girl on the side of the head. He watched as the girl screamed in pain, the man not seemingly satisfied getting his coin back. What could he be deriving from such barbarism, the girl is malnourished and dying as it was, was he just an evil man? "Stop....please..." Vincent could almost not speak, but as the man continued the only thing he wished was for a way to stop him, and that was when the tingling returned, it was a long shot but maybe if he were touching a person, they would disappear. Vincent ran toward the man, as reached him he felt his hand pressed against the mans leg, it was wet and hot, he pulled away as the man shouted, he hadn't disappeared, but the knife he had lost had reappeared, and it made him stop. [/hider] [/center]