"I have seen the greatest beings of this world at their least, and the least of them at their greatest. War is an art that shows a man such things, and though the war is over, its lessons remain true no matter the circumstance. Now, prepare to learn."
Name: Professor Glynn Nictirion
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mere physical characteristics take form in dark hair, dark eyes, a slim and athletic build, narrow eyebrows...easily mistaken for a relatively young human when his ears are hidden. But the look is all in the execution...those eyes behold all they touch with a piercing, almost accusatorily analytical gaze under nearly perpetually narrowed eyebrows. His narrow face wears a scowl most of the time, and those who do not know him may easily believe him to be a harshly critical man...and not a little scary, leastwise by looks alone. In his chosen outfit, he is nearly never found without his hooded, black-leather trench coat, with gloves either covering his thin fingers, or tucked into his belt. Black utility pants and leather boots complete the look indoors, with added red-lensed sunglasses outside, and upon such things one might guess with a certain amount of ease his former career field.
Magic:
Schools:
Mental: 20
Mana: 20
Spatial: 18
Spirit: 16
Technique:
Glynn was once one of an elite few worthy of the name God Hunter. While naturally not nearly as powerful as an actual divine being, these individuals were mortals who specialized in killing the divine...be it through subterfuge, sabotage, sudden overwhelming force, the exploitation of a weakness...if it could help to destroy such a being, Glynn and his fellows became experts in the field. As such, his entire skill set is designed around such a craft. Perhaps his signature ability is that of ethereal shifting, turning himself into shadow to pass unscathed from place to place. His magical perception is similarly honed, which he uses to spot weaknesses or nuances in magical entities around him. His mental defense is nigh-impregnable, though he doesn't tend to use mental attacks. He uses magic often to enhance his physical characteristics...speed, strength, durability, and so on. His ability to counter magic is also on the level of masters, making him a veritable black hole in a spellstorm. In stealth and deception he was unparalleled amongst even his fellows, cloaking himself in darkness and obscuring his mind while creating illusionary phantoms to distract and confuse. Lastly, he manipulates magical energy to create or empower weapons...conjuring magic blades in the blink of an eye to use against his enemies...an ability that had several more mundane purposes too, along with telekinesis.
Abilities: He possesses the unnatural agility and grace of Elves, along with heightened perception, reflexes, and hand-eye coordination.
Skills: While his magical abilities are extreme, his real skill lies in their application alongside his more physical skills. He is an expert marksman with nearly any sort of ranged weapon, proficient in hand-to-hand combat...or any melee weapon for that matter...and possesses the analytical skills of a biological-speed supercomputer. Finally, his stealth skills were designed to hide from gods such as Athena, Pluto and Heimdall, much less lesser men.
Bio: When the Divine Wars began, war was taken to a scale none could before fathom...with the exception of gamers, game designers, writers, and other such creative folk. The first question that went through men's minds when they beheld the gods descending to their chosen battleground was this: "How do we fight that?" Naturally, the question became quickly answered in every way we knew how...with guns and bombs, nukes and mind-blasts, pyrotechnical magic and knives in the dark...but the gods themselves were on another level entirely. It took the most powerful weapons in the existing arsenal of the Earth to put one down...an army to give one pause. They threw their mortal servants at each other to give themselves an advantage, but it was always a war between them, and we were but weapons.
Until we decided to be more. We mortals...the humans, elves, and dwarves specifically...we were among the greatest of races because we learned, and we learned how to kill the gods. We trained our most powerful warriors in our greatest arts...not to equal them in power, that takes godly strength far beyond us...but to threaten them in skills and techniques that could harm them. We became blades in the dark...blades sharp enough to cut deep. A power the gods didn't know how to fight, because none of them were without their weaknesses. But we...we were weak to begin with, it was our strength that killed them. And when we were done, we were far more than mere elves and men and others...we were hunters, and it was up to us to make the world better with the skills we had gained. And I...I set off to prepare the next generation for the next war...and how to avoid waging it.