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Name: Calven "Cal"
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: M
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Personality:
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Biography:
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: M
Appearance:
Cal was born with blonde hair that can tend to look quite beige under certain lighting. The boy has fair skin, blue eyes, and an easy-going gait. Currently, he stands at a solid 5"9ft with a lean, almost skinny frame. His hair is kept short.
Personality:
Spirited. Temperamental. Brash. Big eater. Big-hearted. Curious. Sentimental.
Class:
SELF-PROCLAIMED ASPIRING WORLD-CLASS CHEF A chef. He enjoys cooking, imbuing magic in his cooking, and can recite the ingredients from recipes to cast spells. The length and complexity of the recipes will determine how effective the spell will be. Results may vary.
Biography:
Calven grew up an only child in an upper-class household of strict, busy parents. Council members of the Magus Librarium.
Up until the age of 7, the child was cared for by nannies that came and went as often as the turn of tides. The reason being Cal, who happens to be a very picky eater. Whatever the caretakers made went and came straight back to the kitchen to be disposed of. The kid just didn't like any of the food prepared for him. If the boy lost any more weight he would disappear. How had he survived all these 7 years? Through sheer strength and willpower alone? Anyways, after a while having noticed this, his parents were worried but not TOO worried. They discovered that Calven still managed to eat, albeit the food HAD to be made by his mother or father. So every night the parents would take turns making dinner.
The boy ate happily, his parents made a nightly effort to make sure he was still alive, and the nannies were given a fighting chance for their jobs. Everyone seemed to be satisfied with this arrangement. Calven didn't starve.
However, having driven and goal-oriented parents had its downfalls. Calven's father was promoted quickly and offered a permanent seat in the Magus Librarium's council. His mother moved abroad to study familiar summoning. Much to Calven's dismay, his parents had stopped making dinner for him. After a while, even his father began to come home less often. The child was left alone once again with a stomach empty and heart even more so.
Calven starved. His tummy was empty, and so was that space in his chest. When left on his own, he found that emptiness quite difficult to fill.
So at seven-and-a-half years old, the boy picked up a spatula. What was he going to do with it? Well, he didn't know either. All he had in mind was to imitate exactly what he'd seen his parents do for him in the past. Determined, Calven's eyes sparkled at the thought of preparing his own food. Was this all it took? He found it incredibly easy already! Wielding a spatula in one hand and an egg in the other, he wobbled excitedly to the kitchen and began to get to work...
And that is the story of how Calven's father came home and almost immediately died of a heart attack. Burning! He came home and he found the place in flames! And it smelled of fried eggs! Gas! and mana! ...mana? Firmly, he pressed two fingers to his sweaty temple and attempted to communicate with the Magus council:
It was through this that his father learned Calven was born with a volatile capacity for magic.
Calven, bless his soul, tried to cook an egg... and in the process, managed to single-handedly burn down the entire kitchen. This prompted his very extremely concerned father to hire a professional magic teacher and chef to teach the kid how to cook for himself, AND how to keep his mana from seeping out and causing unnecessary havoc.
Calven stopped starving, and got to eat! Every day. And not only that, he enjoyed it. He continued to get better. And better. 11 years went by quick. Calven was used to being left home alone often, and he even learned to enjoy his solitude. Along with this, he endured countless tutors, and endless magic lessons... which in the end proved to be well-worth it once he finally learned how to imbue mana in his cooking. "Adding spice", he calls it. The main point of this form of magic was inspired by his cooking instructor's insight: "Anything can be added flavor if you put your mind to it!" And so Cal's food was made with great care, to not only restore health and energy, but to experience positive effects that could boost one's attack, stamina, or even magical power! Cal found this a great way to combine his skill with magic - by delicately combining his own mana with his dishes, he could easily transfer magical energy to anybody who needed it. And also satiate hunger. After all, the only thing better than indulging in delicious food is indulging in delicious food and having your magical powers replenished.
Was his father, an esteemed member of the Magus Librarium council, fond of his son's culinary antics? No, but that's besides the point.
Food had a special place in his heart, and now magic along with it.
By the time he turned 18, Calven decided to enroll into Hoseforn's Academy - the school that his magic and cooking instructor personally recommended . The boy plans to spend some of his weekdays volunteering to cook at the Hall of Consumption, creating new magical recipes, learning more about magic, surpassing his father's expectations, and continue to grow past his own limits (whether that'd be for cooking, life-skilling, or magic!)
Up until the age of 7, the child was cared for by nannies that came and went as often as the turn of tides. The reason being Cal, who happens to be a very picky eater. Whatever the caretakers made went and came straight back to the kitchen to be disposed of. The kid just didn't like any of the food prepared for him. If the boy lost any more weight he would disappear. How had he survived all these 7 years? Through sheer strength and willpower alone? Anyways, after a while having noticed this, his parents were worried but not TOO worried. They discovered that Calven still managed to eat, albeit the food HAD to be made by his mother or father. So every night the parents would take turns making dinner.
The boy ate happily, his parents made a nightly effort to make sure he was still alive, and the nannies were given a fighting chance for their jobs. Everyone seemed to be satisfied with this arrangement. Calven didn't starve.
However, having driven and goal-oriented parents had its downfalls. Calven's father was promoted quickly and offered a permanent seat in the Magus Librarium's council. His mother moved abroad to study familiar summoning. Much to Calven's dismay, his parents had stopped making dinner for him. After a while, even his father began to come home less often. The child was left alone once again with a stomach empty and heart even more so.
Calven starved. His tummy was empty, and so was that space in his chest. When left on his own, he found that emptiness quite difficult to fill.
So at seven-and-a-half years old, the boy picked up a spatula. What was he going to do with it? Well, he didn't know either. All he had in mind was to imitate exactly what he'd seen his parents do for him in the past. Determined, Calven's eyes sparkled at the thought of preparing his own food. Was this all it took? He found it incredibly easy already! Wielding a spatula in one hand and an egg in the other, he wobbled excitedly to the kitchen and began to get to work...
And that is the story of how Calven's father came home and almost immediately died of a heart attack. Burning! He came home and he found the place in flames! And it smelled of fried eggs! Gas! and mana! ...mana? Firmly, he pressed two fingers to his sweaty temple and attempted to communicate with the Magus council:
"Hello? Magus... I need your guidance. I think I have a problem, and I think it's my son--"
It was through this that his father learned Calven was born with a volatile capacity for magic.
Calven, bless his soul, tried to cook an egg... and in the process, managed to single-handedly burn down the entire kitchen. This prompted his very extremely concerned father to hire a professional magic teacher and chef to teach the kid how to cook for himself, AND how to keep his mana from seeping out and causing unnecessary havoc.
Calven stopped starving, and got to eat! Every day. And not only that, he enjoyed it. He continued to get better. And better. 11 years went by quick. Calven was used to being left home alone often, and he even learned to enjoy his solitude. Along with this, he endured countless tutors, and endless magic lessons... which in the end proved to be well-worth it once he finally learned how to imbue mana in his cooking. "Adding spice", he calls it. The main point of this form of magic was inspired by his cooking instructor's insight: "Anything can be added flavor if you put your mind to it!" And so Cal's food was made with great care, to not only restore health and energy, but to experience positive effects that could boost one's attack, stamina, or even magical power! Cal found this a great way to combine his skill with magic - by delicately combining his own mana with his dishes, he could easily transfer magical energy to anybody who needed it. And also satiate hunger. After all, the only thing better than indulging in delicious food is indulging in delicious food and having your magical powers replenished.
Was his father, an esteemed member of the Magus Librarium council, fond of his son's culinary antics? No, but that's besides the point.
Food had a special place in his heart, and now magic along with it.
By the time he turned 18, Calven decided to enroll into Hoseforn's Academy - the school that his magic and cooking instructor personally recommended . The boy plans to spend some of his weekdays volunteering to cook at the Hall of Consumption, creating new magical recipes, learning more about magic, surpassing his father's expectations, and continue to grow past his own limits (whether that'd be for cooking, life-skilling, or magic!)
Strengths:- Enjoys the thought of cooking for others
- Great memory
- Good taste in food
- Great stamina - he ran regularly to counteract the days when he was left with nothing to do at home, which was quite often
Weaknesses:- Leaky mana core: born with a condition that causes his mana to seep out of him involuntarily. Causes serious lethargy/fatigue when he begins to reach his limit, needs at least half a day's worth of rest to regain it back.
- VERY obnoxious
- CLINGY; enjoys the company of others a little too much
- Naive
