[@Dead Cruiser] (<--- Whoops forgot to add that)
I took some liberties with the lore and my background but let me know if anything is too fishy that I need to change. Thanks in advance!

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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u]
Abanoub Shehata

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 
16

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u]
[url=https://pm1.narvii.com/6815/73452fe6a026560f763a6b2d93fa111c9b3cc787v2_hq.jpg]A pale-skinned youth in Photep[/url], Abanoub stands at an above-average height that accentuates his lithe build, he gives off an impression of grace that just seems to follow him. To say he is raised up in some kind of wealth is obvious with his appearance, with natural pure white hair that he was born with and a matching complexion to accompany it, he is surely an unmistakable individual within the city by looks alone. While it is rare for him to leave the house, he is dressed lightly with careful layers of black and red that covers most of his skin even in the hot temperatures of the city. 

[u][b]Background:[/b][/u]
Third in line with the Shehata family, while Abanoub is part of noble blood to the city, his eldest brother is the one who destined to carry the legacy of their family as the head. In the modern days of Photep, they are painfully one of the major neutral individuals that hold some sway within the city, working as a family of various intellectuals. They have their fingers dipped in much of the magic that flows through the city as they are involved in many intellectual occupations you can name but their true calling comes to them as being librarians. In what is the largest collection of books, scrolls, tablets, and things of that nature, they are a family that caters to both those who can and cannot use magic as they collect material of all kinds hosted in their library.

Sanctioned with the blessing of the Crimson King and the Council, so long they are given the ability to have careful oversight over their activities, they are independent of most political shenanigans with agreements made before such conflict even existed. As such, their lineage can be recounted to the days before even Photep was created, placing their origins proudly to the days of the roaming desert tribes as they were known for their 'dark mystic powers' that seemed to eclipse most of the time period. It still holds as a footnote to their family name even in the current day as while Sybaris has been cured out of the population, they still hold onto a pale remnant of it unique within their blood. The only cure that seems to remove it is death, having ingrained itself vitally with them and confirmed by them multiple times through the centuries of magical breakthroughs.

As such, those born in with the union of their blood are usually inflicted with an affliction, but those can thankfully be handled with magical care to treat it. While their right to marry and reproduce in the past were quite limited by the Crimson King and the Council, they have survived to reproduce even with limited descendants, having that restriction slowly released over the centuries. The positive note is that the introduction of new blood over several legacies, it has diluted the 'corruption' in their lineage that has reduced the severity of their afflictions as time has gone on. 

Despite this, they could also be said to be a family bordering the line of destruction should the Crimson King's Red Order find anything that would warrant their removal. Carefully watched by all three Orders for their history, reputation, and occupation that they perform has definitely affected their social standing which has left them as individuals rumored to be 'strange' even for sorcerors. 

However, with that, it is the reason with Abanoub looks fairly different from his family who has darker hair and skin, being born with his unique appearance and the reason for his regular checks to the doctors. While each of their members faces their own unique challenge, it was a simple thing for him to start on the path of becoming a sorcerer as he enrolled in the Pesedjet. Encouraged to pursue things and excel at what he liked for himself rather than others was a thing that was thought to him, there is simmering anticipation for him on what is to come next with his upcoming commencement that will expand his horizons.

[u][b]Aptitude:[/b][/u] 
While surely a talented enough individual to be enrolled in the Pesedjet and faired well in the curriculum provided that they provided, the subject at the forefront of his interest was something fell out of the norms. He'd never overtly announce his curiosity to the art of demonology as an outlawed practice but as a Sorceror's Tutelary was something that came from the Aether and consider within the branch of Demonology correct? They'd be a source for such knowledge that he wouldn't be normally privy as his assistant in the magical arts. As such he has taken liberties with his Tutelary in understanding their nature and attempting to draw what knowledge it can provide but what a headache it's been to get any headway...

In the meanwhile, while such restricted area of studies was out of his reach for the most part, his natural inclination had led him to study of Divination magic that he had a talent for. As something more esoteric and seemingly less concrete than the other areas of the available magical permutations, it was a rabbit hole that Abanoub could lose himself in.

[u][b]Tutelary:[/b][/u] 
With the resources available to Abanoub, it is unsurprising that he has already summoned his Tutelary several months before his commencement but the results of what he brought forth are interesting. A unique Tutelary for sure that has been remarked as 'normal' by his family, it is much less of a companion for him and more of a 'presence' that simply hovers out of his sight. If he could describe it, the best could be said that they seem to be like a shifting mass of darkness, liquid almost in nature with eyes that disappear in the presence of others. Even so, it still whispers whether it can be seen or not in his mind, making snide and critical remarks about the world around them. While Abanoub is considered as its master, the shadow is dry and sarcastic in its sense of humor with him that is quite intelligent and calculating, knowing well that he has room to shift his weight around. 

While rarely encouraged to, it can manifest a more physical form of itself from his shadows, appearing as a humanoid made of liquid darkness that stains the world as if it was ink. Over the several months of their meeting, it has been rarely needed so the most Abanoub usually gets if anything is a limb or two that meant to mock him. [/hider]