Welcome aboard Mr. Sparrow, it is good to have someone of your... reputation aboard this fine site.
You know what? My example character sheet isn't up to snuff, not with these other fine character sheets. And frankly how is it fair for my Co-GM's characters to need approving but not my own? So, I present Arthur Wick, Headmaster of Arkangrad Academy. Not much has changed since the example character, aside from the shuffling of some magic and the leap in quality.Ah, it's good to see so many fine young minds furthering their studies.
Name: Headmaster Arthur Wick
No one can mistake Arthur Wick as a young man. With deep wrinkles, deeper scars, and deeper yet laugh lines. Bearing a long white beard and heavy robes Wick is the walking stereotype of a wizened wizard, in fact the old man may be deliberately presenting himself as such. His clothes are often made of heavy fabrics in various hues of brown, sometimes accented with whites and reds. Under the robes is a patchwork of scars gained before, after, but mostly during The Divines War. His eyes are a stormy grey blue, clear and sharp.
Pyromastery: Arthur’s primary response to conflict is to incinerate anything and everything in the way. While it is not by any means a creative use of fire magic, Arthur finds it plenty effective. His flames have roasted lesser gods, and the intensity of his flame at its brightest has been likened to dragonflame. However Arthur’s flame is not infallible. The act of producing the flames is quite exhausting, and though it used to be less of a problem, Arthur has grown old. On top of that lies the fact that Arthur’s flames only reach their greatest intensity when he himself is equally riled up; again Arthur’s age has made his brand of pyromancy harder for him, as he has mellowed a fair bit since the war. And also, unless Arthur is infusing his fire with mana, which makes things doubly exhausting for him, his fires are little more than mundane, if incredibly hot, fire. Though when Arthur does tap into his skill with mana magic and infuses his fire with the essence of magic it burns much hotter, and those immune to normal flames find themselves quickly alight with arcane fire.
Mental Fortress: Arthur has made great efforts to learn mental magic. Not to look into or touch upon the minds of others, for to do so would be most unjust and unhonorable. Instead Arthur has worked to make sure that others can not do the same to him. Arthur’s mind has become akin to a trapped fortress, filled with repeating loops of images, blank white spaces, and mental landmines to throw off and disable those who try to reach into the old warrior’s mind.
Phoenix Fire: If there is any reason that Arthur survived the Divines War, it would be his skill at self healing. Using his skill with natural magic, as well as a little bit of lightning and fire, Arthur heals himself at a rapid pace. However the process is quite painful and isn’t actually all that good at dealing with the problem so much so as putting it off. As well, the fire and energy arcing across his wounds leaves awful scars, though one could argue the fire dancing across his body as he heals does look somewhat cool. Unfortunately this technique is not one that can be used on others.
Spear Arts: As well as his magic Arthur is well versed in fighting with polearms of all sorts, though he favors simple spears that stand a head taller than him. His fighting method is one of baiting and harrying, feinting and thrusting until his foe presents an opening. All the while Arthur is making conversation with his foe, trying to throw his rival off guard, finding a way to end the duel peacefully, or just genuinely interesting in a conversation during intense combat.
Dragonslayer: Arthur has a deep knowledge of dragons, true and otherwise. In part because of his slaying on one, and his raising of one, as well as laborious study on the subject. Arthur is deeply familiar with the workings of dragons, and would make a fine instructor on the subject if need be. As it is, he has many secrets to share on the topic of dragons.
Bio: Arthur Wick was born in the North Western United States, to a small family. His young life was unremarkable until one particularly cold day his family home burst into flames. Fleeing into the nearby woods it was there that Arthur met the one that would raise him from that point on, an exiled angel who was living a simple life in the wilds. Arthur would live the next few years under his new mentor’s tutelage, learning the ways of magic, combat, and the world in general. One day however Arthur returned from hunting to find his mentor gone, and in his place a note, a passport and the funds required to reach the United Kingdom.
Arthur made his way to one of the grand magical academies, as per his mentor’s written instruction. Arthur would then be spending several years on a small island in the English Channel, attending one of the finest academies in the world at his mentor’s expense. At the academy Arthur gained many friends for his cheerful personality, and after graduating Arthur, along with several friends, formed a sort of adventuring group, going out to perform missions for the Magical Authority as well as side jobs for anyone who could pay. That was however, until they bit off more than they could chew.
There were reports of a monster who had made an entire mountain its home. The reports were vague because any who ventured into the caves didn’t return, and wards were in place to ward against scrying. The band of would be heroes however had no fear, they were all powerful mages in their own rights, graduates of one of the best schools in the world. What they were not ready for was the might of a true dragon, an ancient beast of immense power. Arthur was the only survivor, if only barely. His friends all slaughtered, but himself now immensely wealthy he did all he could to forget himself and what had happened.
Arthur was living a life of abandon. However it changed one evening, when one of the treasures he had stolen from the dragon’s hoard began to hatch. Now Arthur had a dragon whelp, and knew that if he was to raise it that he would need to shape up and get a hold on his life. It was then that Arthur applied to a host of magic academies, banking on his reputation as a dragonslayer to get him in. After some work Arthur managed to become an instructor at a fine magical academy high in the mountains of France, and there he spent a handful of years teaching, rearing his new child/pet/dragon, and simply earning an honest life. That was however, until The War.
Of course Arthur was just as off guard as everyone, one moment he was teaching class and next a horde of angry monsters was storming through the halls slaughtering all before them, the shock troops of some god or another. After rescuing his class Arthur, now without a job as the academy burned to cinders behind him, moved on to secure peace however he could. Fighting with conviction, in the name of peace, justice, and order Arthur was on the forefront of many major battles, often riding into the fray upon his dragon ward.
When at last the war was over Arthur began moves to ensure the peace would last. He was one part heroic adventurer, one part shrewd diplomat, and another part harsh lawbringer. An advent speaker for the rights of all and an advocate of unity between the magical and mundane. When the dust had finally began to settle Arthur put into motion plans to build a magic academy, one to replace those destroyed during The War. Personally choosing the location and overseeing construction Arthur assembled a cast of instructors and other faculty from all races and all walks of life, and vowed to allow students of all races and walks of life as well.
It has been fifty years, and in that time Arthur has carefully watched over his academy as headmaster without fail, and while he has gotten old he shall continue to watch, and guide the growth of the future generations for so long as he can.