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... Okay, that old man looks sad. The man in the wheelchair decided he's not gonna bother him in the nearest future.

...

He glanced at the sea, then the rails on the side of the ship. He took a pocket watch from his coat and brought it back in. He swiped his hair and slumped in his seat.
It annoyed him that he can't shake this bad feeling off. A regret forms in his decision to ride this ship; maybe he should've just crafted his own boat and sailed on it, regardless of how much slower it would have been.

He glanced at the side opposite the old man, and there was that aforementioned rich woman with the guards. He waited for her to take a glance at him -- quite the awkward duration, that -- and waved at her and said greetings.

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After the assistance from the strange young man, this black-haired man in a wheelchair was finally ready to explore the actual ship. The first thing that stuck out was the amount of weapons surrounding him at any given moment. The metals in them made his bones crawl, from the three weapons carried by the young lad that pushed her up the ramp, to the ship's crew, the noble lady's guards, and some small cloaked person carrying a bunch of daggers. The dampness in this whole place added to his anxiety too. This place is too far from safe, yet this was a voyage he needed to take.

He stopped at the other side of the ship, not too close from the old man and the noble lady. He pulled a lever just above the right wheel of his chair, which seemed to be some kind of brake function that kept his wheels from rolling. In his coat he reached inside to take out a flask, and lowered his face mask just enough to not reveal his lower lip. He took a swig of a clear liquid from the flask. It seemed like water.

He noticed the old man staring at him. "This is not edible for you. I'm not sharing."

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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)