Alright. Finally got out of that summon GG roadblock thing. 

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Name: Gybol
Age: 24
Appearance: https://imgur.com/18q6MdU He is slightly glowing blue, rather lean for someone like himself, but pretty damn strong. He's got a shortbow, a warpick, and a few things to help poison the both of them should he need to.
Personality: Inquisitive, Optimistic, Shitty humor but that doesn't stop him.
Height: 5'11"
Race: Human...?
Home Nation: Marrenfell
Magical Capabilities: Physically? Gybol is just your typical average guy. Born with not much to be special about, he often reads up on things in order to get the edge in life. He is by far no scholar though, his interests varied enough to where not a singular thing could really hold a candle to others. Cooking, on the other hand. Get his hands on a campfire and a pan and he'll whip up something that only few can really make sense of, but crave none of the less.

The thing that does make Gybol special is not necessarily his inability to tap into mana, but his ability to cancel out the use of mana altogether. Born as a null, Gybol has taken deep precautions to hide who he is, claiming that his ability to cook and thus somehow make use of goods and material that wouldn't otherwise work as his cover. Being too close to him causes non-divine magic to flat out fail, while being at risk of that closeness causes magic to perform oddly and unexpectedly.


History: For the most part, Gybol has been no one special. Mainly from the efforts of himself and his father to keep him out of attention’s sight. This was difficult, as for whatever reason despite being entirely human in every other way, he was born a slightly glowing blue. If someone or something were to touch his skin or hair, it would turn yellow, or red if there was pressure to the touch. He never understood why he was like that, and often he would think it was because of his mother. Yet Gybol for the most part grew up never knowing his mother, often his questions about the missing parent toward his only one being deflected with jokes or “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Otherwise, he learned how to be a stay at home sort of man. He can clean, he can cook, he can even go out and hunt. Reading and writing was no problem for him, and he even learned a few things about how to use plant-based poisons to better help with his hunting.

Yet when he came of age, his father disappeared. No letter, no warning. Just gone. No traces that he could find either and he assumed that it was likely that the faith found him and called him away. He wanted to look, but the moment he did, it drew attention to him. Having relocated, he chose to make himself a cook in Marrenfell, opening up a small time cafe so that people could dine in the same peace he had. Every now and then he’d go out and snag his own material for his recipes. During one of these trips, he stumbled upon the half buried skeleton of someone who had clearly died a long time ago. Uncovering it, he discovered a necklace. Some sort of crystal. He has no idea if it’s magical or not, the thing wouldn’t work when he had it either way, so he donned it, a small little trinket that life has more treasures than just experiences with other people. 

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