[b]Name:[/b] Arn [b]Appearance:[/b][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1d25d70d-7d9a-42c8-9b4f-8de919e1eb40.jpg[/img] [b]Alias(es):[/b] Hellspawn [b]Age:[/b]36 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Description: [/b] Height-5’9 Weight-180 Skin: Tan Hair: darkish brown eye colour: dark brown, almost makes it seem like he has no iris build: Average build as fit as any regular military member special features, [b]Magic Type:[/b] Mana [b]Role:[/b] Battlemage [b]Specialty:[/b] Elemental magic [b]Personality: [/b] Quiet Studious knowlegable Lack of sympathy\ Loves sweets Hates Pirates, criminals, evil doers Explosive when angered [b]Background:[/b] [b]Born of Hell’s Flames[/b] Arn was born to a mother who had been sold to a brothel by pirates. He never knew why he had been allowed to live when other females merely killed the embryo in utero. Perhaps it was his mother’s need for somebody to truly love instead of the myriad of men who visited her bed. Whatever the case, Arn grew in the rough and deadly environment of vice and vile. Despite this, he still thought that life had more to offer. He grew up really quick, always wanting to take care and protect his mother. He spent his time running from bullies and just trying to survive really. While he hid from the older kids, he would spend his time reading random books he found in the trash. His favorite was of oriental stories of men of valor, strength, and honor. It was this mentality that steered him in the direction of trying to be a hero. It was one of time that a particularly violent customer visited his mother and he was hiding in the balcony that he attempted to act on his illusions of saving her from that life. He burst in while the man abused his mother. Arn tried to attack the man but ended up getting beat. His mother then tried to protect him and the drunk and angry man beat her unconscious. Thinking her dead, the young boy knocked the man down and in a feat of anger somehow activated his contact with Gea which manifested into an inferno. Flames engulfed his hands which in turn devoured not only the violent man, but his mother and the building with all in it. Authorities would later report finding the crying boy holding the charred body of a female, his own hands sporting serious burns. [b]Learning to Temper the Fire[/b] Eventually, it was discovered that the sad angry boy was adept in magic. He was recruited by the military and sent to study at the academy in Belisio. He was too dark, sad, and awkward to be of good social standing. However, he was able to forgo this with the sanctity of the vast library. It was here that he fully threw himself into learning all he could of magic. He felt that in some way, his mother’s sacrifice had unlocked this gift in him. It was a way for him to feel closer to her in a world where he felt alone. Due to his focus and innate gift, he was soon a top level student which meant he was in the focus of jealousy and bullying from less capable more influential students. Luckily for him, the military cared nothing for his lack of social know how. Instead, he went on to become the youngest battle mage so far. [b]Forged in the Fires of War.[/b] Arn was no stranger to death and suffering even before he stepped into the battle field. However, he was too good of a killer even for his superiors. He specially seemed to be extra vicious against pirates or criminals. Many of his squad mates could swear they saw his dark eyes gleam with fire as he incinerated people who had been on the verge of surrendering. This and the fact he preferred fire attacks that earned him the nickname Hellspawn. He was headed towards a court martial when a Knight took him under his wing. The only reason why Arn listened to him was because the knight reminded him of the oriental warriors he had read in his novels. The Knight taught Arn self control, temperance, and peace. Interestingly enough, this made him an even more efficient killing machine. However, this new facet was much more focused. He still felt no remorse in killing bad people, but his incidents of friendly fire were all but none existent. He won the trust of his squad mates and superiors but the nick name never went away. Indeed, many in the underworld still say the name in hushed tones. [b]Equipment: [/b] Samurai armor fashioned battle vest that is made of Kevlar plates able to withstand small caliber bullets and some explosives. Keeps Ornamental Daisho swords but that are still able to be used in battle [b]Abilities:[/b] Flamethrower- His mana excites the atoms around him and engulfs his hands/feet in flame and able to expel it up to 15FT like a flame thrower Burst- able to produce an outwardly expanding flame ball with the force of a claymore mine. Produces fire and concussion damage. Rock Wall: Causes a concentrated seismic reaction that produces a rock wall up to 6ft tall and about 3ft thick. Avalanche: Able to deteriorate an area of ground by cutting the Aether strings which will cause a collapse of about 3ft deep to an area of a bout 15ft. Wind Bullet: Able to compress the air around him and fire it off at high velocities. Wind Cushion: Focuses a high air pressure to form an upward force to slow the rate of descent. Especially effective if used with parachutes or other such devices. Hydrocannon- synthesizes the moisture into a stream as powerful as a fireman’s hose. Extra: (Optional)