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Name: Sjörnn Hastings
Alias: Omen
Age: 26
Magic?: Sorcerer's Spark. 
[indent]Omen is a skilled Sorcerer, with his skills in magic furthered by the magic crystals embedded in his right hand. His particular style of Sorcery tends to lend itself to Pyromancy, and other forms of Evocation. [/indent]
Weapon of Choice: 
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Charlotte is the name Omen gave to his double barrell shotgun. He got it six years ago, just after the apoclypse. After a few years he added a handguard and blade. It is his singluar most prized possession. 
Twi years ago, he even found a way to channel his magic through it. 
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Defining Features:
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Sjörnn worked in a lode stone processing facility prior to the apocylpse. On the day of his apocyplse, a pressure lock on one of the machines didn't work for an unknown reason. Sjörnn tried to reach in and pull the crystal out before the next crystal began to form, but couldn't quite get it. The next crystal began to form, causing the stuck crystal and the new one to shatter and embed into Sjörnn's arm. He doesn't exactly now how it happened, as he blacked out, but woke up in a ruined workshope, surronded by destoryed lode stone machines, with a hand full of crystals. 
He nornally keeps it bandaged up, to hide the precious crystals from people who may want to steal them. 
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Bio: Sjörnn was born into a middle class family. Didn't do too well in school, and got picked on a bit because of his red eyes that denoted a Sorcerer's Spark. He dropped out of school early to start an apprenticship working as a lode stone machine operator. It was shit work, but it paid good, considering he had no qualifications when he started. 
It was only a couple years before he found himself employeed by the largest magic crystal production company in the united states. Walking up and down the rows of lode stone machines, picking up magic crystals and putting them in his cart and making sure each machine was still running. Boring work, until one day a machine got stuck and dispite all the signs saying not to, he stuck his hand up in the machine to try and get it out. The next thing he knew, he had woken up in a burnt out workshop, in a city that was little more than ruins. 
That was six years ago now. Since hen he had started his own life after the apocalypse, learning to use the crystals in his arm to stay ahea of the pack of Hungry monsters always nipping at his heals. 
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