John sluggishly pulled out his phone and scrolled in his notes where the name and location of his first class was typed out. He looked up in the middle of his stride to see the large campus of the university and realized that he'll be late if he wasted his time going through every building to find the correct one. He might even have to talk to someone and ask them for directions, much to his discomfort.
Luckily, he wasn't forced to rely on such a method as a much simpler and more obvious assistance made itself apparent to his goal. A large map plastered on a sign telling him the directions. He traced the lines from where he was to find the building he needed to go and let out a smirk of satisfaction. He managed to avoid human contact, which would've revealed his absolutely atrocious social skills.
He quickly turned away from the map to reach his class in a haste. The quicker he arrives, the less eyes that'll be on him due to him showing up with a low amount of students already present.
It seems he was too hasty though. Vertigo assaulted his senses as he felt the world twist and turn with a sudden headache not making in any better. He could've sworn he saw his vision be clouded up by a fog or mist for a second, but with a blink, clarity returned to his vision and balance was restored to his brain.
"I should probably stop staying up that late in the future if this is gonna be what awaits me more often," he complained to no one.
Arriving at his first class, he put that odd feeling that occurred earlier behind him. Right now, he needs to focus on what will shape his future because that's all that matters now. The inner turmoil twisting in his gut seemed to aggressively deny his thoughts.
Who am I kidding? What kind of future is there for a piece of trash like me? A deprecating chuckle almost escaped his lips from the negative thoughts pervading his mind. That rotten ideology of his has corrupted his spirit and left what could be called a legacy of a misspent youth.
John sat down in his seat after nervously glancing at his professor who acknowledged him with a nod of his head. He put his phone on battery save mode and decided to scroll through the latest news until class started.
Luke was planning on ceasing on hurling his hail of rubble at the flying beast once he either ran out of rubble or his strength enhancement's three minute time limit wore off. He would've probably extended the limit or look for more rubble, but he never needed to do that, for the beast was slain in a gory manner befitting of the guild's token evil teammate.
He shook his head and a frown made its way to his face. He leapt out of the building that was forcibly made his temporary housing, and walked through the burning city. The smell of smoke assaulted his nostrils, which didn't really illicit any reaction from him.
Felix... He was looking for the boy who was swiped by the dragon's tail. His eyes swept over the lingering destruction, looking for the reckless child. He barely saw him embedded in a wall that was heavily fractured. In a single motion, he pulled him out and carried him under his arm.
Hm? Luke felt a noticeable heat that would've burnt him had his Conditional Variance spell had not still been in effect. That heat seems to be dissipating slightly due to the sudden rainfall. He continued carrying the kid.
While walking towards Grasidia and everyone else, he brought up an arm to wipe the blood from his forehead clean. There's no need to worry his guild mates.
"He needs healing." He gently placed the unconscious boy down, making sure no injuries were aggravated. He tried turning his headphones up a smidge, but he realized they were damaged in the fight.
His arm drooped to the side with him emanating disappointment. He had those for as long as he can remember, but it's okay.
Luke's attack didn't do as much damage as the amnesiac mage would've hoped. He felt the dragon slightly buckle under the weight of the impact before pushing his head up and rebounding him sky-high. He flipped three times before righting himself, but the weightless feeling was still there.
How high up am I? He had a bird's eye view on the whole field with the dragon rampaging from the pain of its injuries and his guild mates continuing to add more. Though the fight looked even, a closer eye would reveal the fight to be in slight favor to the dragon with its newly revealed regenerative powers making themselves apparent.
"All that fire... Astoria?" The city blazing like a rapid conflagration of magma painted a very ugly picture. It was relieving to see one of the twins putting out some of those fires in an effort to preserve the city. With the dragon taking more and more damage along with the city's fires being put out, it seemed like the fight was coming to a close.
"It's getting stronger and healing itself..." So. of course bad news at to sprout up at the worst time. At least Lavinia and Holly reapplied some heavy damage when it was healing itself. He had to focus his eyes to just barely see them from his altitude.
"Felix...!" Luke shouted in a mixture of surprise and concern. The tail whip smacked him head on. That may have been the strongest emotion he's felt before.
The Dragon's screams were insanely loud. It was only thanks to Luke's headphones that his ears weren't ringing. He was falling closer and closer to the dragon that opened its mouth in preparation for a breath attack. Luke was incapable of maneuvering in midair enough to get away from the line of fire, so he had no choice but to take it head on.
"Conditional Variance." He could feel the inside and outside being warped by his magic. He braced himself.
The dragon's flames crashed into him head on with its power strong enough to go through the resistance. He felt his clothes getting singed and the shape of his headphones getting warped by the scalding blaze. It still wasn't enough to take him out. He braced himself enough to still be battle-ready.
Unfortunately, the concussive force of the roar sent him flying into a building. He stood up feeling a bit woozy. He took a deep breath and his vision cleared up. He attempted to take a step forward and then he nearly fell over. He barely caught himself. Blood leaked from his head onto the ground.
He could feel the insides of his head create strange squelching noises. He ignored them.
"What can I do?" Luke wondered to himself. His eyes traveled over the rubble he haphazardly made when he crashed into the building. He still had the strength enhancement going on, though he wished he applied a durability enhancement as well.
He very easily picked up those heavy pieces of concrete and threw them at supersonic speeds straight towards the dragon's eyes.
Luke got the people off of his back and mostly away from the danger zone. He chose to immediately head back to the rampaging dragon and look for anyone else that needed any help. His eyes tracked the dragon rapidly gaining injuries and becoming more and more incensed.
It was the loss of its eye that triggered the beast to go completely berserk. It fired off multiple roars in quick succession that destroyed more of the wonderful city. It wouldn't be out of place as a historical art piece depicting a war zone. Luke clenched his fists as he got closer. Another roar came ripping through the air to blow him away.
"It's getting to dangerous..." So, he has to end this now.
Luke closed his eyes as the ethernano in his magic container became lightly disturbed like a rock falling into a still lake. His red eyes opened and he felt an immediate slight drain in his reserves.
"Configurate." He felt his physical strength rise and he kicked off the ground with an enhanced force strong enough to break it. The dragon's roar whiffed him, for he was already high in the sky. With gravity pulling him downwards, he navigated his descent to break on the dragon's nose. One of its wings were clipped and Grasidia was repeatedly trapping it with vines. Add that with it being focused purely on letting its fury out through aggressive attacks, it was wide open.
With his enhanced strength, Luke crashed his feet onto the dragon.
A monster? Luke tried to conceptualize what kind of monster a dragon would appear as in his mind. He fought many different types of monsters while he was hopping from guild to guild, but the way Grasidia seemed to emphasize that word was special. He tried to understand what she conveyed to him, but any potential answers came up blank.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any more time to mull over that as his other guild mates came pouring out with a variety of expressions on their faces. Those who were grinning with anticipation, those who were worried, and those who were completely serious with a grave complexion. Luke seemed to be the odd one out with no special feelings being expressed on his face.
He seemed more interested in the vehicle that Grasidia conjured up as he hopped on it and pressed his hand on it to feel the texture. When he sat down on it, it accelerated at surprising speeds. The buffeting winds almost undid his short ponytail and knocked his headphones off.
Luke just looked forward.
Something that resembled a flying lizard, but blown up to gigantic sizes came into view. It seemed to be enjoying its ravaging of the city. Luke glanced at Gwendolyn and Astoria before having his attention stolen by more destruction below.
His eyes widened a mite as Grasidia went even faster and took off to the dragon that seemed to being revving up a devastating breath attack. He was thankful she managed to save people from getting butchered, but he was a little worried at her being sent flying by the whip of the dragon's tail.
He and the rest of his guild were getting closer to it, which was when it fiercely turned with murder in its eyes towards their direction. The gargantuan reptile merely flapped its wings once and displaced everyone on the leaves with the strength of the gust it conjured.
Blue.
Just for a moment, all Luke saw was the wide blue sky that possessed an unmatched beauty. His attention from the battle was snatched away for just an ephemeral moment before it came rocketing back with the feeling of gravity that began to act on his body.
Below him, Gwen created a platform. He righted his body in midair and lightly dropped on it. He had a nice position to view the battlefield. He saw the dragon that his guild mates were already engaging, and then he saw civilians trying to run and civilians that couldn't run.
"That's not good at all." He jumped off the chilly platform and headed towards those injured civilians. With his strength, he moved heavy rubble out of the way.
"Are you...alright?" He titled his head slightly, a calm mood resembling a person who seems completely out of place in this chaos. The people in front gave a shaky nod, which he responded to with the same.
"I'll carry you all out of here. Get on." He lifted multiple people out. Luke provided relief and aid to those that needed it. In the corner of his eye, he saw Felix doing the same with people in another area.
He smiled softly as the last batch of people secured themselves on him. His image paints a somewhat comedic picture with people piled on him. "Hang on tight." He jumped out of the danger zone to a more safe area away from the dragon. He glanced back at the battlefield to see the dragon standing strong.
His master was once again acting in a manner not befitting her age, though she brought some interesting news. A dragon about to attack people. "That's bad," he softly spoke. People getting hurt is naturally a bad thing to him, so he's ready to go right now. He followed after one of the resident S-classes of the guild, Grasidia, and waited for her to create a way to get over their as soon as possible.
He crouched in front of the vehicle growing with curiosity in his eyes. The way they grew like that in an organic way was like watching grass grow in a sped-up manner. Since he can derive enjoyment from watching grass grow at a normal pace, something like this would obviously be fun for him as well.
Though there is a glaring problem with this operation. A burning question sitting in his mind the moment this sudden mission sprouted up.
"What's a dragon?" He asked Grasidia who seems like a knowledgable, and well-traveled individual. Due to his amnesiac state, he knows not even myths about dragons.
The cheerful Astoria crashing into the guild with energy stole Luke's attention for just a second. He looked at her then went back to staring at the mission board while doing nothing.
It was Zenith coming out with food that finally awakened something within Luke. His gluttonous appetite made itself known with the grumbling of his stomach. "Ah, thank you," he slowly said while receiving a plate filled with food. It made no difference what he received for food as long as there was something to put in his stomach. Luke vigorously stuffed the sandwich in his mouth and took only 2 chews before swallowing each large bite he took. He finished the meal in record pace.
"Master...isn't here." He said that like he was just realizing the guild was devoid of her presence. He looked at the people who were currently here. There's Marduk... The cane tapping the ground was audible and recognizable due to only being one person who would carry that around.
Now there's Felix. Shortly after acknowledging the child's presence, another's was made known. Now the guild is starting to become a bit livelier with more members starting to converse.
Luke saw the moment Gwendolyn stripped herself, which was a surprisingly common sight. He felt nothing looking at her body. "Your clothes and please don't be so mean."
Sitting on a chair and staring at the barren job board became Luke's most common pastime during during the week. His eyes were bereft of any negative or positive feelings as he blankly sat in a chair as still as a lake. For someone like him, this kind of activity that resembles watching paint dry is possible as serving as entertainment. His already weak critical thinking skills aren't required and he's not mentally challenged in the slightest.
But it would probably be a lie if he said he was perfectly okay with the stagnation in the guild. He missed out on an hour of sleep because he was woken up by some strangers. Since more and more people are coming around to his place, he's going to have to look for another place to crash. with his living arrangements being more unstable than a shack in the middle of a storm, he can move whenever he feels like it.
He yawned. It's a shame he missed an hour he very much needed. Only twelve hours... Maybe he can catch up on that right now?
He turned up the music playing through his headset just a smidge before shutting his eyes. His head leaned back in the chair slowly, and then his breathing began to even out. The moment he was about to drift into dreamland, he heard the sound of a door opening through his headset and opened his eyes to see one of his guild mates enter.
He turned down the volume of his headset and stared straight at the newcomer, Grasidia. One of his other guild mates who resembled a super villain grabbed his attention with her boisterous words. With the decibels of the music playing currently matching that of a low hum, he could hear her tone.
He thinks she was a little annoyed, but doesn't know why.
It would be nice to have a job. His head almost unnoticeably bobbed to the beat of the music with those thoughts streaming in his head.
Name: Luke Age: 20? Guild Mark Location: Right on the neck
Magic Type:Adaption Magic - A magic unique to Luke as far as he knows that allows him to modify his body a certain extent. Right now, he can only modify himself and nothing else. He is also incapable of changing his shape to anything that doesn't resemble a human. Spells:
Configurate: The user streamlines their body for the current task at hand, such as increasing physical strength, durability, speed, or even heightening senses. The spell only artificially improves a certain field by 30% at most and they last for 3 minutes, which can be extended with more magic being put into the spell. Adding different improvements multiplies the amount of magic required by three, making it magic intensive once it there are three different bonuses.
Conditional Variance: The user forces magic through their body to change their structural makeup, temporarily giving them the ability to gain resistances to certain spells, such as fire or binding for three minutes. This spell is a more situational spell because changes cannot be stacked, only overwritten. Also spells with enough power can overpower the temporary resistance granted by this spell.
Ouroboros: A continuous spell that keeps on going without end. It finds the imperfections in Luke's body and smooths them out making him stronger and stronger. It's an extremely slow-acting spell that doesn't contribute in fights at all, yet it's uncontrollable. This spell doesn't heal, only fix what it deems as imperfect. Since each fix births more imperfections as a result, it's a spell without end.
Operation Awakening: Expend nearly all of remaining magic to instantly recover from fatal wounds, though leaving the user in a state of exhaustion. It appears as black wriggling tendrils pouring out of his wounds and covering his body like a cocoon, which reveals an uninjured body, which would be the ideal. The amount of healing he receives depends on how much magic he has left.
Magic Rank: A Equipment: None Strengths:
High Physical Capabilities: Luke is naturally strong, durable, and light on his feet. Combine this with his magic, and those already high capabilities skyrocket.
Large Magic Container: Luke's capacity for storing Ethernano is larger than most magicians, which gives him a good amount of magical stamina.
Resolute: Once Luke sets off on something, he's staunchly determined to carry it through. Contrary to his countenance, his willpower is strong.
Weaknesses:
Zero Martial Skill: Even with his strong body, Luke is clueless on how to use it correctly. His fighting skills are practically nonexistent due to his dependence on his natural physical capabilities.
Gullible: Luke's skill at seeing through deception is low, thus he tends to usually believe what even a stranger may tell him.
Unfocused: Luke has the nature of a airhead and it's somewhat difficult for him to keep his thoughts straight. This is also why he may talk slow at times. This also means his strategic ability is low.
Personality: Luke is a quiet and gentle person who would be the last person to pick a fight. He's somewhat slow on the uptake and seems to lack any semblance of what a person could call common sense. He's also quite the forgetful person. The strange part about him is that he just doesn't get angry ever. It's almost like he lost that emotion entirely. Actually, most of his emotions are dull and somewhat muted. Because of that, he can take on the role of a mediator.
History/Bio: Luke's earliest memory is him stumbling around in a city. He was a textbook amnesiac without a single memory of who he was. That's most likely the reason behind him being mentally slow. Looking at his reflection in a puddle, he could only assume he was a young adult. It was easy to just say he was 20-years-old. He was almost like a newborn lacking any incentive to do anything, so he meandered about for a couple hours until he found some individuals menacing a pair of kids. He stepped in, which caused them to walk away due to their desire to not cause a scene. Because of that act of helping people being the first desire that he acted upon, he decided to take on odd jobs.
It was around this time that he discovered the type of magic he wielded. Like a curious child, he messed around with it for a bit before some mages saw what he was doing and recommended him to join a guild. He followed them and joined a guild with a corporate-like aura about it.
His first job was a mess. The mission was to clear out a cave so a town could use it as a mine, which sounded simple enough. He got lost and arrived at the site late and then he failed to fulfill the job because it would disturb the wildlife. He was kicked out of the guild for that reason, but he didn't really feel anything towards that. He was swept in a current of joining guilds and getting kicked out for messing up a mission in an unacceptable manner. Some periods spent in guilds lasted longer than others. The journey of a man lacking memories lasted for 9 months before he found himself at Fenixtear.
With 3 months clocked in as a guild member there, it's the longest he's stayed a member of a guild. It's also been a year since he found himself stumbling in the middle of a street. He still hasn't even come close to getting his memories back, but something did change from back then. Luke is now feeling a very small urge to at least try to reclaim his memories. He realizes he's in a shallow half-baked state; something that can't even be called a full human the way he is now.
He's curious about the person he was before.
Was he a nice person or a terrible person? Was he strong or was he weak? The urge is there, but it's still very small and building very slowly if not at all. He can comfortably say that even if he doesn't get even a single fragment of a memory back, he'll be just fine.
Extra: Always wearing headphones with music playing out of them.
Name: Gerard Ignius Age: 18 Guild Mark Location: Left Hand: Amber Colored Magic Type: Fire Magic: A form of Magic that revolves around the use of fire, allowing the caster to conjure, manipulate, and control the element for various purposes. Gerard only has three months worth of experience in this type of magic, so he's not all that experienced with it.
Flame Domain: A spell that instantly surrounds the opponent in a dome of fire. The necessary air to breathe gets consumed to keep the flame burning, leaving those trapped in the flames on a timer until they pass out. There are times Gerard captures himself in this spell, so he got used to the strenuous nature of it and can last longer than most people without air.
Burning Chains: A spell that creates fiery chains in the users hands. It has a variety of usable options, such as using it to whip something or using it to hook onto something. Since it possesses the quality of flames, it's not really perfect for using it to navigate your way up certain objects because they will burn. For attacking, the spell only deals a moderate amount of damage.
Pure Flaming Sword: The one true offensive spell in Gerard's arsenal. The spell takes the form of a blade that looks more like a lance than a sword that contains a large amount of magic power contained into it. It takes about 10 seconds to charge up, but it's destructive enough to easily tear through multiple buildings.
Magic Type: Shadow Magic: Shadow Magic allows the user to bend their own shadow for various purposes, such as offense and defense, allowing the user a great deal of flexibility. Gerard took it a step further and learned how to manipulate the shadows of nonliving objects. This is the first type of magic Gerard learned, which he's a pro at.
Shadow Control: User can take control of a person's shadow, freezing them in place if the opponent is weaker than the user. Depending on how strong the opponent is, the magic cost for the spell varies.
Once the user fully takes control of the person's shadow, they are able to manipulate the targets shadow and even cause it to rise and attack the person.
Shadow Form: User can turn into an ephemeral form like a shadow and move through physical objects. Physical attacks do nothing to the user in this state; only magic can rip them out of it. They are still capable of casting spells in this state.
Deluge: The user turns the ground as dark as shadows. If there are shadows present, Gerard can use those to spread the ground black. The ground is now usable to boost the potency of Gerard's shadow spells. Tendrils burst out of the ground and swings at the target of the user. This spell is somewhat costly depending on how many shadows are already present.
Slothful Hands: Dark-purple shadows burst from the user's own shadow and takes the form of hands. They can extend several meters at base, and it costs more magic to increase that length. The strength of the hands can break rock and bend metal. The true ability of these hands are to sap the stamina of whoever it touches.
Magic Rank: A Equipment: A reinforced knife as long as a short sword. Strengths:
Second Origin Unlocked: Gerard already had his second origin unlocked; therefore, he possesses a large amount of magical power and stamina.
Indomitable Willpower: The words "give up" don't exist in Gerard's dictionary. He can't be deterred by fear or struggle. Not even pain can shake his mind.
Researcher: Gerard has a heavy interest in books that contain droves information, so he knows about many myths and legends about Earth Land. He also has a great knowledge of many different fields of magic.
Nigh-Perfect Memory: Gerard has the trait of remembering everything he's read and almost everything he's seen. It's an almost perfect memory that allows him to take in many things and store it forever. There are minute things like the number of leaves on a tree he passed an hour ago, which are things he won't remember.
Weaknesses:
Self-Absorbed: Gerard has a nature that renders him annoying when working with others. He's much more focused and efficient alone in his mind, so he tends to disregard others.
Vengeful: He absolutely hates all dark guilds and dark mages, and would stop at nothing to see them receive proper justice. Those who get in his way would receive themselves on the end of an extremely scathing glare filled with malice.
Partial-Blindness: An accident rendered Gerard unable to see out of his left eye. He also has no desire getting a new eye, nor does he desired it healed.
Prideful: From his experiences, Gerard feels that he's just naturally better than others. This trait of his is the biggest reason why he's basically friendless.
Personality: Possessing a slightly arrogant personality, Gerard is an oddly cheerful type of person who talks to others in a somewhat condescending tone. He always has his eyes wide open and a smile on his face with people interact with him, but his words are at odds with his expression. This contradicting person is a naturally reserved type until someone breaks the ice with him. With people he knows, he'll be pretty talkative.
His pride gets in the way of getting along with others. He feels that the things he's gone through puts him at a higher level than anyone else. He's the type of person to compare suffering with others and feels like it's a mark of pride that he's suffered more than others. Positive on the outside, negative on the inside.
History/Bio: Gerard Ignius was born to a normal family that weren't mages. For a normal family to have a son of just 9 years of age playing around with magic was an anomaly, but they still accepted him. It was a modern time where magic is very commonplace and ignorant towns are almost nonexistent. Things weren't always all peaceful in his house, but it was a time he wouldn't trade for anything.
At one point, Gerard became a little famous in his town for having a great memory. He loved to read and it was fun for him to try and recall the parts of a book he read. Somehow, his memorable trait reached the ears of a low-ranking dark guild that wasn't all that famous. All it took was one little positive quirk of Gerard to turn his positive life to a negative one. They murdered his parents and stole him into their guild, Knowledge Chasm. The reason they forcibly took him was to use his talent to steal information from forbidden libraries.
Gerard was filled with despair and hate in equal measure. His parents were murdered and he was forced to work for the very same group that did the evil deed. How could he ever feel any positive emotion again after that?
He had thoughts like that, which were proven unfortunately wrong. He was taught magic by them, his grudge gradually disappeared, and he eventually seemed to enjoy working with the guild. He felt it was like Stockholm syndrome, yet he didn't really mind anymore. He felt it was fine to use his talents for a dark guild like this because it wasn't like they were killing anyone. Just taking forbidden knowledge for themselves.
He thought he could live like that. Even with the hate that left, the despair still remained. It ate at him and started rotting him from the inside. All he could hold on to was his love of books. Days became months, which passed onto years where he stayed with Knowledge Chasm.
When he turned 18, the Guild Master gave him a certain mission. He was never filled in on the exact details, but he was told to meet with some of his allies in a certain city. He was a bit late because he was distracted by the library in the city, so they went on ahead without him. When he tracked down his allies, he found a repetition of his own origin being carried out. A child being taken from their own murdered parents.
The despair that lingered on in his body ignited the hatred that turned cold and he slaughtered the two dark mages. He left the child crying around corpses and returned to his guild where he carried out a mass murder. His guild mates didn't go without a fight and neither did the master, but he took them all out.
The master hit him with a vicious type of magic that took away all the color from his hair, leaving it a washed out pale gray, and took away his left eye's ability to take in light. The person who he used to be was ruined, so he buried his magic away and decided to take on a new magic. A burning magic that represents the passion he has for his ambition.
He has to atone for what he did. He got complacent and let his hatred and disdain for people cool just because they were nice to him and he got along with them. He can never let that happen again. He was stripped away from the light and wandered into the darkness for a while. Now he's walking in a gray zone.
He wants to destroy every single dark guild and dark mage in the world. His journey took him to Fenixtear where he assumed they would be getting a lot more missions because of how famous they are. Missions that involved the likes of dark guilds.
Extra: Using shadow magic is an absolute last resort to him. He'll only use it if his back is up against the wall.
@j8cob I've expanded on the magic/spells section some more by making it less vague. Please look over it and see if there's anything else that needs to be edited.
