Name
Adonijah
Age:
22
Personality:
Calm and patient yet not very committing.
The man is curious and loves hearing gossip, you can sometimes catch him listening in on a conversation.
He is charitable and flexible but some people say a little too charitable and flexible.

Height:
5,9
Race:
Human
Home
Arcadia
Magical Capabilities:
Arcane
Able to use Telekinesis on small objects and sword. The shorter the distance Adonijah is from the item the stronger the force of his Telekinesis.
Elemental
He is able to mould small clumps of the earth as well as change its density, and weight.
Skills
Hand to Hand combat
Armed Combat (swords)
Stealth

History:
My father is a potter, his father before him was a potter, even my mother is a potter. I can remember the day's sitting covered clay, the smell of baking, the piece being born and the jingle of the shiny coins. I tried a couple pieces of my own, but it would take me a couple years to get decent, yet still, I managed to sell some good pieces, this takes me back to one of my favourite pieces. A spearman plunging its spear into a beast, the influence came from fathers pieces that he'd sometimes make out of boredom, every time I gazed at them I felt this sort of warm feeling in my gut like a fire I use to get from within me, as if I swallowed hot coal, just at looking at his pieces, it made me want to run around swinging my invisible blade and kill that invisible beast that nobody could see but me.

My family? We were a big family my brothers, aunts, uncles and cousins we all lived in the same home, so imagine being in the Arcadia Market with 50% off everything, yeah very busy and if I wasn't spinning clay, I was cleaning, if I wasn't cleaning I would be play fighting with my brother and cousins, but my favourite time, my most peaceful time was spreading the table with my mother, the only way I could describe her was gentle and organized.

As I grew with my siblings we would be required to do more work, food was getting scarce and mouths were getting hungry, some of my cousins would work with my father working as fast as they could to get orders finished. The rest of them worked in the town, my brothers and I, we would work in fields, doing hard labour, because there were many of us the work would be done quickly, which meant more leisure time, more time to hunt and pick, they would always make me tiptoe towards the animal and most of the time I would startle it causing it to run into one of their traps just like they wanted.

On my 16th anniversary one of the cousins handed me my first sword, I remember the pride in his eyes and excited smile on his face as he handed me the blade, explaining to me how he made it and how long it took him, this reminds me of joy that I felt for him, he was finding his purpose, and now that I was nearing my age I had to find my own purpose, I had to start searching.

I didn't want to add to the family business, to be truthful I never wanted to work in any shop, I wanted nothing to do with business, I felt too old to be a squire, looking back I do regret not picking that path, would have made my father proud, could have gotten status.
One of my brother's Kush, we were close, out of all my siblings he was closest with me and I with him closest, we'd get into trouble together and get praised together, we've always helped each other even to this day he sends me letters telling me of journies. He was an ex-bodyguard turned mercenary, and had always given me an opportunity to fight from a sloppy aggressive drunk to a group who weren't afraid to get their hands bloody, I remember the last fight I had from this occupation, dam Lok'sha knocked me clean out, that's what I got for not cutting the bastard into thick pieces rather than trying to be a talker, learnt my lesson when comes to those type of people, cut first, question later.

I remember one day meeting a man in the market, he said he was looking for good pot, or bowl, so I showed him my fathers shop, asked him what he wanted and got it him half price, thought it would be nice to be saint for the day, turned out the guy knew a lot about Elemental and Arcane Magic, as a joke I asked him to teach him but he took it seriously, showed me how to do some tricks with arcane schools, like telekinesis, he showed me some exercises to keep it consistent, it was interesting, I met this man 2 years ago, and until this day I still him with this fish out of water look, wetting my appetite with Arcane arts a little had sucked my interest into Elemental magic, I brought a lot of books and asked a lot of questions that year, blessed I was to be born and raised in Arcadia with many races. I'm not really skilled the best at this skill, I'm more of a natural combat man, but I learnt how to mould rocks manipulate the shape, the density, for practice I usually take some soil, harden it so it is as hard as a stone and throw it at the pesky crows.

My brother Kush that year decided to depart from his bodyguard job and become a Mercenary, this made it difficult for me, I've only been on 5 job's, killed a man once or twice too, had no choice and neither did I like it but I needed the money as well as to protect my brothers life. Afterwards, I would confess to my brother my feelings and he never offered me job opportunities after that. To be those type people you'd need a hard stomach, I never knew had it.

I remembered there was a man who used to play music around Arcadia for people, of course for a bit of coin, He was a good musician, I once paid the man myself to play, use to eye him then one day he vanished. I didn't take notice to this until one day I felt I needed a song to calm my nerves, being jobless was stressful, I went to one of his clients asking for the man, the woman replied to me that the man no longer did this service frequently, that he had joined some sort of Caravan.

Recently I've been putting my sword for higher, I have helped a few, but not enough, feels like a continuous loop, I wonder when it will end and what position will I be in.