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No
You still have a long way to go, young one.
Have I at least taken the first steps, old master?
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Have I at least taken the first steps, old master?
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There. A relationship sheet. Am I a cool guy now?
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To be clear, are relationship sheets required? I'll still do mine even if it isn't, all this will effect is how soon I do it.
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@Heathen YES! Another magic user! I look forward to this.
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<Snipped quote by Wade Wilson>
No one tells the J what to do, baby.
Did you actually just refer to yourself as "The J"?
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Welp, first post is out. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated, if you care to give it.
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Richards eyes cracked open as a black, circular mark on his arm vibrated. Rubbing his eyes, he lazily placed his hand over it, muttering a word from a language long forgotten to the world, causing the mark to stop. Now starting to wake up, he rolled out of bed and waved his arms around lazily, causing his dresser drawers to open and clothes to fly out of them. A clean black t-shirt and jeans presented themselves in front of Richard, which he proceeded to dress himself with. Doing things like searching for clothes in the morning had become such a drag for him that he decided to automate the process a long time ago.
Now that he was dressed, Richard went over to his desk, and pulled out a magic marker. Already there were scores of sigils and markings up and down both of his arms, all for the purpose of doing different things. Some were wards for protection, others for comfort, like the symbols on his palms that kept his body comfortably warm or cool for when the weather becomes particularly unfavorable, and some were purely utilitarian, like his alarm marking that had shown it's usefulness not minutes ago. However, as they were impermanent and subject to wear, he retouched them almost daily to stop their abilities from degrading. Using the magic marker, he filled in any fading marks, ensuring that he'd be good for the day. As he finished and placed the cap back on the marker, he gave a light chuckle at the notion of a magic marker being used for real magic, and then proceeded to return the marker to its home. He then grabbed his wand from the desktop, along with his bag from the sidewall, and left his room.
Making his way into the bathroom, Richard would apply toothpaste to his toothbrush, and continue to open his mouth and snap his fingers. His toothbrush then promptly levitated to his mouth, and set about brushing his teeth for him. As this happened, Richard ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to shape itself to his standard look, which he dubbed organized chaos. It was short, pitch black, and jutted inwards on itself towards the front center of his head, while smoothing out on either side. The toothbrush then stopped, and suspended itself in the sink, waiting expectantly to be washed off. Richard then spit into the sink, and turned on the water to rinse. Finishing up, he left and headed out to breakfast.
As he left the dorm building, Richard saw a poster advertising the upcoming Halloween dance, and his stomach turned over. He winced as he thought of running into wannabe wizards, or even worse, Harry Potter cosplayers. There was a null chance of his showing up to that; he had much better ways of spending Samhain. There were a few spells he's been interested in for a long time that required casting on All Hallows Eve, and he was certainly not one to squander something that could only be done once a year. Granted, most of them involved communicating with the dead, so even he wasn't sure how much stock he put in them, but if there's one thing he's learned, it's that magic tends to defy expectations. This was all going through his head on his walk from the Dorm building to the Mess Hall.
He entered the Mess Hall, with the intent of getting his hands on coffee as soon as possible, but something else woke him up stronger than any stimulant ever could. He eyed across the room, and saw two Fen's. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up, and he ground his teeth together. While he saw nothing wrong with Fen as a person, he was an anomaly that scared him way more than any dark thing he's ever dealt with. The first time he met him, the warding sigils he had on his upper forearm for protection against mental attacks were worn away like somebody took rubbing alcohol to them. Ever since then, he made sure to apply several of that ward a day. Until he knows what Fen is, he decided he needs to constantly be on guard.
Quickly regaining his composure, he exhaled, and realized the other Fen had to be some kind of person with transformation abilities, most likely S'tann knowing him. He then slowly made his way towards the group that appeared to be forming with a smile on his face, shortly behind Kieran. He then added to the Kryptonians comment, "I'd certainly hate to get between the two of you" with a wink. He had to admit that while Fen put him on edge, he was far from hating, or even disliking him.
Now that he was dressed, Richard went over to his desk, and pulled out a magic marker. Already there were scores of sigils and markings up and down both of his arms, all for the purpose of doing different things. Some were wards for protection, others for comfort, like the symbols on his palms that kept his body comfortably warm or cool for when the weather becomes particularly unfavorable, and some were purely utilitarian, like his alarm marking that had shown it's usefulness not minutes ago. However, as they were impermanent and subject to wear, he retouched them almost daily to stop their abilities from degrading. Using the magic marker, he filled in any fading marks, ensuring that he'd be good for the day. As he finished and placed the cap back on the marker, he gave a light chuckle at the notion of a magic marker being used for real magic, and then proceeded to return the marker to its home. He then grabbed his wand from the desktop, along with his bag from the sidewall, and left his room.
Making his way into the bathroom, Richard would apply toothpaste to his toothbrush, and continue to open his mouth and snap his fingers. His toothbrush then promptly levitated to his mouth, and set about brushing his teeth for him. As this happened, Richard ran his fingers through his hair, causing it to shape itself to his standard look, which he dubbed organized chaos. It was short, pitch black, and jutted inwards on itself towards the front center of his head, while smoothing out on either side. The toothbrush then stopped, and suspended itself in the sink, waiting expectantly to be washed off. Richard then spit into the sink, and turned on the water to rinse. Finishing up, he left and headed out to breakfast.
As he left the dorm building, Richard saw a poster advertising the upcoming Halloween dance, and his stomach turned over. He winced as he thought of running into wannabe wizards, or even worse, Harry Potter cosplayers. There was a null chance of his showing up to that; he had much better ways of spending Samhain. There were a few spells he's been interested in for a long time that required casting on All Hallows Eve, and he was certainly not one to squander something that could only be done once a year. Granted, most of them involved communicating with the dead, so even he wasn't sure how much stock he put in them, but if there's one thing he's learned, it's that magic tends to defy expectations. This was all going through his head on his walk from the Dorm building to the Mess Hall.
He entered the Mess Hall, with the intent of getting his hands on coffee as soon as possible, but something else woke him up stronger than any stimulant ever could. He eyed across the room, and saw two Fen's. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up, and he ground his teeth together. While he saw nothing wrong with Fen as a person, he was an anomaly that scared him way more than any dark thing he's ever dealt with. The first time he met him, the warding sigils he had on his upper forearm for protection against mental attacks were worn away like somebody took rubbing alcohol to them. Ever since then, he made sure to apply several of that ward a day. Until he knows what Fen is, he decided he needs to constantly be on guard.
Quickly regaining his composure, he exhaled, and realized the other Fen had to be some kind of person with transformation abilities, most likely S'tann knowing him. He then slowly made his way towards the group that appeared to be forming with a smile on his face, shortly behind Kieran. He then added to the Kryptonians comment, "I'd certainly hate to get between the two of you" with a wink. He had to admit that while Fen put him on edge, he was far from hating, or even disliking him.
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I'm gonna be honest here, this is the first time I've done a roleplay this big. Does anybody have any advice on how to lengthen out the post, without making it hallow?
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Sheet added to the proper tab, any ETA on when this starts?
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| NAME: |
Richard Dowle
| ALIAS: |
Still unchosen
| AGE: |
16
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Abilities
Natural Magical Ability: Richard is a Homo Magi, and thus has a predisposition to magical talent. He can cast spells via incantation, perform basic magical acts such as levitation and card tricks, or use things like sigils, runes, or magical artifacts to boost his abilities.
Precognition: Though not common, Richard has shown the ability to perceive events before they happen, typically through dreams. His biggest issue with this ability so far, is that he can't yet tell if something is a dream or a vision, which hinders the usefulness of this power.
Equipment
Spellbook Collection: He has a fairly large library of books that he's gathered through a variety of means. Some he's found on the Internet, obscure occult forums littered with dark, evil things, others from flee markets with people who had no idea what they had. Many of his books are in old, archaic languages, that need to be translated to modern English, and though some can be translated with ease by using the proper spell or artifact, others need to be done by hand, which he is still unable to do.
Magic Wand: He uses a long, oak wand with a decorative metal plated handle, covered in sigils from languages from a long time ago. He uses this to channel and strengthen his powers. He needs this for most spells that require an incantation.
Precognition: Though not common, Richard has shown the ability to perceive events before they happen, typically through dreams. His biggest issue with this ability so far, is that he can't yet tell if something is a dream or a vision, which hinders the usefulness of this power.
Equipment
Spellbook Collection: He has a fairly large library of books that he's gathered through a variety of means. Some he's found on the Internet, obscure occult forums littered with dark, evil things, others from flee markets with people who had no idea what they had. Many of his books are in old, archaic languages, that need to be translated to modern English, and though some can be translated with ease by using the proper spell or artifact, others need to be done by hand, which he is still unable to do.
Magic Wand: He uses a long, oak wand with a decorative metal plated handle, covered in sigils from languages from a long time ago. He uses this to channel and strengthen his powers. He needs this for most spells that require an incantation.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Richard is mostly limited by the vast amount that he does not know. He's still but a neophyte, with barely any practical experience under his belt. While he has the potential to become something great, it will require great dedication and study in order to ascend to higher levels. It should also be noted that he's very reliant on his wand, as without it, he's limited to mere parlor tricks. Cold Iron, or warding done by another magic user, can also disrupt or disable his magical abilities.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Richard sighed as he entered his room and let the door swing shut behind him. He had a hot cup of tea held close to his chest that he stared down at, taking a deep breath in and basking in the strong and relaxing aroma of peppermint. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the next few hours burying himself in a book he picked up the day prior. Eager to move on to this, he placed the cup down on his desk and sauntered over to a dark black Ikea bookshelf, stuffed full of dusty old books, stacks of paper, and topped with his wand. Grabbing a little black journal, a sheet of paper, his wand, and a thick, rebonded book that looked to be on it's last legs.
He placed his gathered materials down next to his tea, and opened up his new book. He glanced down at the books first few pages, and muttered to himself, "Looks like Greek, but it's mixed in with Phonetician characters." He reached for his tea, and took a careful sip, making sure not to burn himself. He reached for his black notebook, and swallowed his tea as he flipped through it, and started work on translating the first page of the book. A few minutes went by, punctuated only by the scratched of his pen on the paper, and the flipping of pages through his journal. Soon, he stopped, and placed his pen down in triumph. The page was translated, and it seemed to have a spell on it.
He picked up his wand, and glanced down at the piece of paper. Making a circular motion with his wand, he intoned, "Hagalaz" and was met with a half second of silence, before flinching as a crack echoed though the room, and his mug shattered, causing tea to pour out and onto his journal and his newest spell book. " Shit shit shit" He said quickly, and hurried to save his journal from the torrent of peppermint scented destruction that threated to set him back by at least a month. He took his book and shuddered as he realized that the book was ruined, as it was now soaked and rendered useless. Disheartened, he looked over to his spellbook, expecting it to be destroyed as well, only to see that it had managed to remain in perfect condition, even though it was practically an island among a peppermint lake. Curiously, he reached for it, and flipped through it. Thinking on his feet, he flipped to the back page of the book, and saw what looked to be an encircled and inverted "G". Richard quickly realized that this must be a ward of some kind, and picked up his pen, and copied it onto the back of his journal. He watched in amazement as the book dried almost instantaneously. Giving a sigh of relief, he placed his journal and spellbook back onto his bookshelf, and got to cleaning up the mess he made, vowing to be safer with his possessions in the future.
He placed his gathered materials down next to his tea, and opened up his new book. He glanced down at the books first few pages, and muttered to himself, "Looks like Greek, but it's mixed in with Phonetician characters." He reached for his tea, and took a careful sip, making sure not to burn himself. He reached for his black notebook, and swallowed his tea as he flipped through it, and started work on translating the first page of the book. A few minutes went by, punctuated only by the scratched of his pen on the paper, and the flipping of pages through his journal. Soon, he stopped, and placed his pen down in triumph. The page was translated, and it seemed to have a spell on it.
He picked up his wand, and glanced down at the piece of paper. Making a circular motion with his wand, he intoned, "Hagalaz" and was met with a half second of silence, before flinching as a crack echoed though the room, and his mug shattered, causing tea to pour out and onto his journal and his newest spell book. " Shit shit shit" He said quickly, and hurried to save his journal from the torrent of peppermint scented destruction that threated to set him back by at least a month. He took his book and shuddered as he realized that the book was ruined, as it was now soaked and rendered useless. Disheartened, he looked over to his spellbook, expecting it to be destroyed as well, only to see that it had managed to remain in perfect condition, even though it was practically an island among a peppermint lake. Curiously, he reached for it, and flipped through it. Thinking on his feet, he flipped to the back page of the book, and saw what looked to be an encircled and inverted "G". Richard quickly realized that this must be a ward of some kind, and picked up his pen, and copied it onto the back of his journal. He watched in amazement as the book dried almost instantaneously. Giving a sigh of relief, he placed his journal and spellbook back onto his bookshelf, and got to cleaning up the mess he made, vowing to be safer with his possessions in the future.
| NOTES: |
-Richard has become very dependent upon magic to take care of his daily needs. He's basically automated the processes of food preparation, cleaning his teeth, and even tying his shoes. Aside from that, he has very limited physical prowess, so if he were to be in a situation where he couldn't use magic, he would find it to be very hard to go about his daily life.
-He's a by-the-book kind of guy, so he expects to be able to do most things just by studying them. He thinks if he understands the theory, he can put it into practice, even though this very well may not always hold true.
-His studies in the magical arts have taught him to pay great attention to detail, which he applies to most other aspects of his life. He often applies this to breaking down situations to figure out how to go about dealing with them.
-Seriously, Chocolate milk for the win.
-He's a by-the-book kind of guy, so he expects to be able to do most things just by studying them. He thinks if he understands the theory, he can put it into practice, even though this very well may not always hold true.
-His studies in the magical arts have taught him to pay great attention to detail, which he applies to most other aspects of his life. He often applies this to breaking down situations to figure out how to go about dealing with them.
-Seriously, Chocolate milk for the win.
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