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Alaric Drake


“Magic is in the little things – 
 - A smile, a warm cup of tea, and unexpected kindness”


Full Name: Alaric Harvard Drake

Age: 38

Appearance:
Standing at an impressive 6 feet, his lean frame suggests athleticism despite years spent behind a desk. His chestnut-brown hair, perpetually tousled, catches glimmers of gold in the sunlight. The meticulously groomed brown beard adds character to his rugged handsomeness.

But it’s Alaric’s eyes that captivate—a mesmerizing blend of blue and green, shifting like the tides. When he focuses, they deepen to a stormy gray; when he laughs, they sparkle like sunlight on water. And there, on his left wrist, lies an enchanted compass tattoo—a fine reminder of adventure and direction. He got it during holiday turned disaster, where he lost his family forever.

In the corporate world, Alaric navigates with quiet confidence. Crisp white shirts, sleeves rolled up to reveal the compass, paired with tailored trousers—the uniform of a man who balances professionalism with subtle rebellion. Casual Fridays see him swapping ties for a well-worn watch, a relic from his travels with his father. His favorite black loafers carry stories of cobblestone streets and hidden cafés.

Worldview:
Alaric Drake is a man of quiet introspection and subtle rebellion. He possesses a deep sense of curiosity and a yearning for adventure, often finding beauty in the mundane. Alaric is introspective, frequently lost in thought during routine meetings, and has a habit of scribbling enchantment ideas on the margins of his reports. His colleagues see him as dependable and patient, always willing to lend an ear or stay late to fix a problem.

Beneath his professional exterior lies a dreamer with a wanderer’s soul. Alaric is passionate about exploring new places and experiences, which is reflected in his collection of travel brochures and vintage maps. He believes in signs and destiny, often drawing inspiration from his favorite book, “The Alchemist.” Alaric’s personality is a blend of responsibility and wanderlust, making him a unique and intriguing individual who navigates life with a quiet confidence and an ever-present sense of adventure. 

Position:
Customer Service - Customer relationships and office maintenance and improvement.

Magic:
Alaric was being trained in the art of evocation by his parents but always had a knack for enchantment. After the death of his mother and father, Alaric left evocation behind him, only using it in minor ways for his own convenience but dived head first into enchantment. His personal enchantments seem mundane to most people but it's things he couldn't live without. Whether it's a pen enchanted to write whatever he is thinking, a self-tying tie, or his most important one, the compass on his wrist. He applies this by ensuring office enchantments are maintained, improved or undone as need be. His enchantments in the field are primarily for maintenance and clean-up of unsuspecting witnesses.

Resume:
Born to well respected evoker father and elementalist mother, Alaric always knew of magic but wasn't aware of the importance of it until he was 11 years old. He had often in his pre-magic years, done things that were left unexplained, like made his toys move by themselves. His father took him under his wing at this age and began to teach him. Over the years that followed, Alaric joined his parents on many expeditions and missions involving use of his new-found magic prowess. He wasn't gifted in evoking like his father and after a short stint at learning elemental control in which he managed to set fire to the living room carpet, meant he never truly experienced the danger that his parents did. 

Shortly after Alaric had turned eighteen, he would go on his last expedition with his parents. It all started when he dreamt a week prior of a red robed figure warning him of disaster, he ignored this almost in it's entirety but during one late night where he couldn't sleep, he drew a compass on his wrist, closed his eyes, and focussed on it bringing direction to him and his family. When he opened his eyes again, he found the drawing had become an intricately detailed tattoo, one where when he touched it, pointed true-north. 

On the first day of the final trip, the family was departing for an island off of the United Kingdom mainland. During their short boat trip, the weather seemed to be getting worse before violently growing into a hurricane, one seemingly solely located onto their boat. The boat eventually bowed to the storm, being destroyed in the process. Alaric managed to find his way to shore, using his compass, but never did find his parents.

The years following Alaric travelled for many years using his ill-gotten inheritance, until it was time to seek work. He flew back to his family home and wandered through halls in which he hadn't seen with adult eyes. Everything seemed wrong and destitute. When he was looking through his parents things, he found many letters from a company called 'MagiCorp,' it seemed they wanted his parents to join them for a very long time. A company solely for wizards seemed like a good lead for a career start. After several attempts of getting through and getting hired, he put his family home under a unique enchantment. One that would keep it safe from any trying to find it.

Interests:
-Travel
-Soulful music
-Reading

Non-Interests:
-Deep waters
-Fast food
-Crowded places

Other Junk:
-Alaric suffers from debilitating panic attacks when near deep water since the tragic end of his parents.
-Soulful music often brings back memories of meaningful moments and places he’s visited. Whether it’s a quiet evening in a cozy café or a walk through scenic landscapes, the music evokes a sense of nostalgia and warmth.
-Alaric's mother was a lover of books and research and, as Alaric grew older, found solace and inspiration in books. They became his escape from the mundane and a gateway to new worlds and ideas. His favourite book, “The Alchemist,” was one his mother owned, it's pages littered with little notes of hers.

@Archazen

Flickering Fire smiled at the kenku and nodded his head. "I had a feeling you were new around here. My mother, Aryial, and my Father Silver Night," He said pointing at the fellow bartender as well as the female tabaxi across the room near the job board. "Created this place for anyone traveling or adventuring a great place for food, drink, stay, and even making money. If you would like to join us, the room and service costs would decrease and you can also pick up a posting to make some extra coin while in town."@themadhatter420

Chatter's head tilted, he thought for a moment on the proposition of not being a 'solo adventurer' anymore and how, perhaps, having people around again might be a boon. The last time he has others he.. He stopped. He didn't want to dredge up the past right now, especially when he had other things to think about. 

"I'll need more information, if that would be okay? There must be a catch?" he muttered to Flickering Fire as he approached the bar, hoisting himself up onto a seat with ease.

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