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For how slow the wheelchair was lifted up by Ember's unnecessarily flashy magic, the left wheel so quickly rolled back off the ramp.
He'd sigh if he could. He glared at the 'girl' with red hair, then noticed the 'child' elf looking at him. His eyes focused on her bright green pendant -- strange ornament for parents to possibly give a child... or is it stolen? Where are her parents? Is she... is she missing fingers on her left hand?
He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It's not his business to pry.

He gripped at his wheelchair, reversing off the plank and back on again, attempting to ride across once more.

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A rattling sound creeps closer as a black-haired man on a chair with jagged wheels rolls towards them and wordlessly hands his ticket to the guy Ember's talking to, reaching around him.

A strangely less ornate ticket. Doesn't seem to want a cabin for himself, even though he looks well off.

As he feels the ticket leave his hand, he rolls around Ember and towards the suspiciously smooth ramp laid between the dock and the boat, the sole barrier to pure ocean meters under it. It's wide enough for his wheelchair but it seems mildly damp due to frequent washing, and it lacks stepping rungs, which worry him even more. It would seem wheelchair-accessible for other people, but in his mind it's not even barely regular-person-accessible, and it poses a problem for his jagged wheels that are otherwise useful for traction in less dignified surfaces.

He's overthinking it.

Small thuds pop as he starts riding up the ramp, inching further and further through... until...

Squeak. His left wheel slips and he spins for about a quarter circle, another thud and he is on a full stop, with the left wheel fully off the ramp and back onto the dock, and the black-haired man in the wheelchair, through his glasses, makes direct eye contact with the people behind him.

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Name:
Henri, "Wheelo Carter"

Gender:
"Male"

Age:
"What do you think? 30-something? Alright, let's go with 33. Seems like a reasonable number."

Description:
Black hair with white strands scattered about, like an overstressed aging man, and long enough to cover his ears and develop bangs, although he sweeps them to the side. Pale skin. Eyes of uncertain colour, hidden behind metal-frame circular glasses. Arguably handsome, though he never takes that face mask off. Unusually average body of unknown height, for rarely do people ever see him stand up from his wheelchair, which seems made of wood, iron and leather, with iron-reinforced wooden wheels attached to it. The lack of hand-carried luggage would suggest it's all under the wheelchair but no one can say for sure, he dismisses whenever someone asks. As far as clothing goes, he seems very well-off. Leather, silk and cotton surround his entire body, even down to hand gloves, and yet he does not have an umbrella. Does he not get hot in them? Oh, and a sharp middle-aged man voice.

Bio:
(optional)

Purpose of travel:
(optional but recommended)

Other info:
Able to harness the dark arts of witches, but to what degree is unknown. Has so far shown the ability to detect metals, make surfaces intangible, near-instantaneously turn things into other things of same material, either float or stick to walls, tactile telekinesis, and craft (produce?) small items of cloth or silver material. Seems to generally require at least indirect physical contact to use abilities, except for detecting metals which may or may not be part of the dark arts of witches to begin with.
Prone to mana exhaustion (small mana pool and/or high mana costs?). Unable to move without mana. Seemingly able to safely absorb mana from external sources.

Unmoving fake eyes made of ivory. Possibly stolen hair.

Knows about the Greene Estate. Related to Dustin and Dixie Greene? Callback to spiral origin's previous game Mystville?

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Name: "Wheelo Carter"
Gender: "Male"
Age: "What do you think? 30-something? Alright, let's go with 33. Seems like a reasonable number."
Description: Black hair with white strands scattered about, like an overstressed aging man, and long enough to cover his ears and develop bangs, lthough he sweeps them to the side. Pale skin. Brown eyes hidden behind metal-frame circular glasses. Arguably handsome, though he never takes that face mask off. Unusually average body of unknown height, for rarely do people ever see him stand up from his wheelchair, which seems made of metal and leather, with metal wheels attached to it. The lack of hand-carried luggage would suggest it's all under the wheelchair but no one can say for sure, he dismisses whenever someone asks. As far as clothing goes, he seems very well-off. Leather, silk and cotton surround his entire body, even down to hand gloves, and yet he does not have an umbrella. Does he not get hot in them? Oh, and a sharp middle-aged man voice.
Bio: (optional)
Purpose of travel: (optional but recommended)
Other info: (optional)