[hider=Rikard Ambrus][center][h2][color=a187be][u] R I K A R D   A M B R U S [/u][/color][/h2]
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[b][center][color=a187be] A mystery is just a question that doesn't have an answer... [i]yet[/i]. [/color][/center][/b][center][h3][b] 14 | Male | Budesrnish | Noble | 7.74 [/b] [/h3][/center]
[h3][u][color=a187be]P[/color] E R S O N A L I T Y            [/u][/h3]
[color=a187be][indent]❖ [Relentless / Stubborn]
❖ [Inquisitive / Nosy]
❖ [Impish / Pesky]
❖ [Overwhelmed / Fearful]
❖ [Gutsy / Reckless][/indent][/color]
Rikard is a paradox in many ways: young and very much wet-behind-the-ears, he often comes across as overwhelmed and a bit fearful, but there are moments when he is possessed of an almost reckless determination. When fixated on something, he is a relentless pursuer of it, and a fiendishly eager student. Not quite so naive as he looks (though not quite as worldly as he wishes), the boy is very much fond of the snappy rejoinder and of experimentation for its own sake. Magic is [i]fun[/i] for Rikard, when he's given some free reign to learn it as he desires. Beyond that, he's... well... [i]young[/i]. His nervousness at being the most junior of students makes war with his impulse to get up to all sorts of mischief, and he can be a pretty slippery character at times (though not quite as slippery as he likes to think) sometimes.

[h3][u][color=a187be]C[/color] H A R A C T E R    [color=a187be]A[/color] P P E A R A N C E            [/u][/h3]
A barely fourteen-year-old boy on the cusp of puberty, Rikard sports a mop of thick black hair that is consistently just unruly enough to resist attempts at cohesion unless attacked with a comb. His eyes are grey brown and he tops out at about five feet on the nose. He's a fairly handsome kid, but still very much a kid. He is also very much a fan of dressing like a 'real thaumaturge' and goes to some pains on account of it, often throwing in random fashion choices on the rule of 'they look cool'.

[h3][u][color=a187be]L[/color] A N G U A G E S            [/u][/h3]
Rikard is flawlessly fluent in his mother tongue of Budesrnish, as well as Avincian. As a result of learning the second tongue, he is passable in both Revidian and Torragonese as well. His Perrench is strong, though accented, and he knows a few simple phrases and can read Enthish and Belzaggic to some extent.

[h3][u][color=a187be]T[/color] H E    [color=a187be]G[/color] I F T            [/u][/h3]
There is little doubt, or so Rikard has been told, that he will pass that magical number of 8.00 in RAS Capacity once he hits his big growth spurt. In truth, he isn't all too worried about that. All that the boy can really concern himself with is the study of magic. He has been a relentless pupil of Magnetic and Kinetic magic and particularly of the synergies between them. He is considered [i]somewhat[/i] (and only [i]somewhat[/i]) of a prodigy in that regard and has also dabbled in the Arcane school. As a distant relative of the legendary Hugo Hunghorasz, there are, of course, other magics potentially at his disposal. He has been seen to be wary of those, however.

[color=a187be][indent]❖ Magnetic: Journeyman
❖ Arcane: Apprentice
❖ Binding: Neophyte
❖ Chemical: Neophyte
❖ Kinetic: Journeyman
❖ Atomic: Neophyte
❖ Blood: Neophyte
❖ Temporal: ???
❖ Dark: ???
❖ Command: Neophyte
❖ Primordial: lol[/indent][/color]
[h3][u][color=a187be]B[/color] A C K G R O U N D            [/u][/h3]
If Rikard has to hear, one more time, how greatly he reminds people of his famous ancestor, Hugo Hunghorasz, he will kinetically slap whoever says it across the face or pull down their breeches in public. He [i]swears[/i] it. He swears it every time! Sometimes, he actually does it, later on, if the consequences aren't too great. The truth is that, while he's flattered by the comparisons, they just feel weird. For starters, Hugo isn't even his ancestor. He's distantly descended from the recently-deceased paradigm's younger brother, Sandor. Then there's the matter of Hugo's legacy being more or less impossible to live up to. Finally, there are all these people talking as if they really know both him and this great-great-great-uncle of his. It's just... awkward. 

Mostly, Rikard's lived an unremarkable life. There's no tragedy here. He's the son of a minor baron, scarcely above landed gentry, but his ancestry earns him respect, and his family's always been pretty good with the Gift. He's a regular sight around town and trains with the sons of knights, merchants, and artisans. He's a proper noble, but doesn't really see the point of looking down on people unless their behaviour warrants it. His family's funds were enough for a practical education and even some of the more airy stuff, and he took to it eagerly. In general, the boy just likes learning... a lot, and by any means necessary. He's known to bite off more than he can chew, and his bold inquisitiveness can flip into equally brazen cowardice on a dime. He tends to be equal parts curious towards and terrified of the more forbidden magics, spending long hours imbibing their theory but precious little on actual practice. Someday, he swears he will just get over the hump and try them in earnest: [i]someday[/i].

[h3][u][color=a187be]M[/color] O T I V A T I O N            [/u][/h3]
It's a chance to go to Ersand'Enise! Who would ever be dumb enough to say [i]no[/i] to that!? Even if he has to play up his very distant relation to some famous recently dead guy that he met like... twice, it's worth it. There's just so much awesome stuff that happens there, so many secret ancient mysteries and hidden bits of magic, and he doesn't have to wait five more years! Basically, Rikard just wants to milk the school for all it's worth and learn. He wants to go on adventures, discover new magics and magical applications, and blaze a trail that he'll be remembered for. Just... don't expect him to stand front and centre when things get hairy. He's... still working on courage. Also, boobs. Boobs are a motivation. There are girls there he can actually maybe even date. Maybe, if he grows already. Who's he kidding? He still looks like a kid! Why won't he just [i]grow[/i]!?

[h3][u][color=a187be]I[/color] N V E N T O R Y            [/u][/h3]
Rikard believes in dressing like a mage: dress the part, get in the mindset, and be the thing! He's collected plenty of cool 'magical' bits and bobs, supposedly enchanted, of dubious pedigree. He's careful not to slip over into outright garish or tacky and generally has a good sense of it. He's also in the habit of always carrying some coin on his person, but never too much, as well as a pocketknife and some lockpicks, though he never actually uses them.

His most prized possession, however, is the wand that his grandfather gave him. It belonged to Hugo himself, and then Rikard's great-great-grandfather, Sandor Hunghorasz. A genuine Hegelan imbued and enchanted item, it boosts his capacity, looks cool, and has some as-yet-unknown enchantments that he's still trying to unlock. [i]Someday[/i], he hopes: someday [i]soon[/i].

[h3][u][color=a187be]S[/color] T R E N G T H S  &  [color=a187be]S[/color] K I L L S           [/u][/h3]
[color=a187be][indent]❖ Determined
❖ Resourceful
❖ Clever
❖ Friendly
❖ Learned [/indent][/color]
Rikard is an eager student, first and foremost: clever, witty, and often willing to push the envelope, so long as he feels as if he's in control or can assure himself that his attempts to do so won't blow up in his face. He's a decent kid, as well, on top of it, and smart. He doesn't go out of his way to act like a know-it-all unless condescended to or challenged. Don't do it, please.

[h3][u][color=a187be]W[/color] E A K N E S S E S  &  [color=a187be]F[/color] L A W S            [/u][/h3]
[color=a187be][indent]❖ Young
❖ Cowardly
❖ Immature
❖ Obsessive
❖ Provincial[/indent][/color]
What do you expect of a very provincial fourteen-year-old? Honestly, Rikard's the youngest student in the school and he acts it. He gets tongue-tied around pretty girls, overwhelmed by genuine danger or threat, and can be rather socially graceless at times, revealing an immature streak a mile wide. He's often insecure about his age and size and just being talked down to as if he's a child. 

[h3][u][color=a187be]M[/color] I S C E L L A N E O U S            [/u][/h3]
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