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Tokyo Ghoul: Kosei

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:: Dragon Heart ::

Argus

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Argus didn't bother to respond to the bravado-laden answers from Damian and Trixie, though he did turn around to fix them with a look that screamed 'Are you fucking serious?' Whatever the case, it seemed that aside from him, no one was going to provide an alternate course of action besides running right into the trap. To say Argus was less than ecstatic about this development was an understatement, one made even more pronounced when Sara's chosen summon(a stupid lookin' cow . . . thing) decided to just trudge on ahead.

So much for trying to form a plan. And Juno wonders why I never want to group up with any of these idi- Shit!!

Argus grit his teeth together as the caravan suddenly went up in flames, requipping his puppeteer gloves, a knife, and a few smoke bombs as he took a step back, figuring that whoever was behind this was going to make their entrance soon. And that they did, as argus just managed to catch the flicker of movement out the corner of his eye that indicated the enemy's first move. Luckily for all of them, the one they took down was the spirit(some frontliner he turned out to be), which told Argus that whoever these guys were, they were aiming to kill, a fact that was quickly confirmed by the man himself.

The red-haired mage looked between their new foe and the 2 others behind him, trying to figure out the best course of action, but Trixie beat him to it with her loud declaration. For a moment, he thought she was being extremely stupid, but the more he thought on it, the more he couldn't help but agree with her. These guys had just massacred their own men for no reason, so no matter what diplomatic bullshit they spew, the likelihood that they would be satisfied with their surrounded didn't quite strike Argus as rather high.

Keeping his hand with the bombs behind him and taking a stance akin to that of a fencer, Argus walked over until he stood between Sara and the blonde swordsman. After all, he'd be damned if he'd let some half-pint loud mouth make him look like some sort of coward. Plus, if there was anyone who needed to back away right now, it was definitely Sara. Out of all of them, Argus was getting the feeling she was the biggest liability in terms of combat,at least if the speed with which her summon had been taken down was any sign.

"Oh sure, I'm certain killing those mooks over by the carriages was completely neccessary, but regardless, I'm afraid the half-pint has the right of it. I ain't about to let some blonde pretty boy fop clap me in irons without a fight." With an arrogant chuckle, Argus flipped his knife into the air while letting the bombs fall behind him to the ground, using the invisible telekinetic strings attached to them by his gloves to keep the small sphere's hidden behind his frame as they began to float. Catching the Knife with ease, he once again pointed to the man while sweeping his other hand in a rather showy way, the smile never leaving his face. "Besides, I think that looks are really all you must have to go on, Jeeves. I can't think of any other reason why you'd be stupid enough to get rid of your numbers advantage so easily. If that was your attempt to intimidate us, I have to say, not really feeling it. Maybe if you'd sent someone scarier looking then a Warlock weekly reject."

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:: Dragon Heart ::

Argus

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"I don't need 'watching', shooter boy," Argus muttered, casting an irritated glance in Sara's direction at her remark. Has the girl never heard of tempting fate? With a sigh of resignation to his own fate, he waited for the others to clear out before sparing a few words with his sister. Once they said their good-byes, Argus caught up with the rest. A low whistle escaped him as he took a look at Sara's ride.

"I guess I should have expected an heiress to ride around in style." Taking a few of the cookies hostage, the red-haired mage claimed a window seat for himself, summoning his chameleon cloak to wrap up in so he could get in some sleep while they traveled. Hopefully, that also discouraged anyone from trying to strike up any conversation with him as they drove to Mill Valley. Just because his sister forced him to come on this mission didn't mean he'd do anything more than what the situation required. If the rest want to chit-chat and all that, they were free to do so amongst themselves.

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Unfortunately for Argus, Sara's driving skills weren't exactly conducive to his plans to rest, as she seemed to have quite the bad case of lead-foot. He was certain that the car had been nearly flipped on its side no less than 5 separate times throughout the whole ordeal, and made a mental note to make sure that anyone but Sara drove on the ride back. He wasn't sure they'd survive otherwise.

He grumpily stepped out at her insistence, gaze fixed on the carriages. While he agreed that this did look like their probable quarry . . .

"Not to rain on your parade, sunshine, but this is way too convenient. The request said that we were to meet the guy in town, yet we just happen to run into the suspects when we're right about to get there? Call me a cynic, but this feels like a set-up." Argus unbuckled his cloak as he spoke, inspecting the fabric a little before tossing it over to Vali. "Here. It's a chameleon Cloak and we're around the same size so u should be able to wear it no problem. If you wouldn't mind staying back, keeping low, and keeping alert for any possible surprises that'd be great for easing my nerves. If it were just me, I'd want to find a way around these fucks, but they've likely spotted us by now."

Argus took a few steps forward before stopping, almost as if considering something else, before turning back around to toss a rather worn looking ring to the sniper. "Take that too. It'll let you tell us if something's up. It's a bit tricky, but I'm sure you can get the hang of it. If not, then just shoot a flare or something. . . also, lose or break either of those trinkets and you owe me big money, shooter boy." Argus held the masked man's gaze for a moment so as to pass on the seriousness of his words before facing the group as a whole.

"Aside from that, rest of you guys have any ideas about how to deal with these fucks? I know that most people in the guild seem to think that just blowing up the bad guys is considered a plan, but I'm going to assume at least one of you possibly has something more tactical in mind."

A rather big assumption, all things considered. The Requip mage thought with a groan, turning his gaze to look out over the field.

In that instant, his eyes widened as his entire body went stock still, so much so that not even his chest seemed to move. For a few moments, he'd remain like this, unresponsive to any words sent his way, before suddenly coming back to reality with a short gasp as he started to breathe again. Shutting his eyes for a moment as if to block out further stimulus, the red-haired mage took a deep breath and held it for a moment longer than needed before letting it out shakily. As he his eyes slid open, he chose to focus on some distant point in the horizon, hands slipping into his pockets as they began to shake.

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A Chat with my Sister

Argus watched the group leave with a huff, a hand running through his hair as he seemed to contemplate something for a moment. Juno, meanwhile, gave a small wave to them all as they passed, before turning to her brother with a soft smile.

"See, that wasn't so bad. That one girl seemed a little put off, but that happens when people see families fi-"

"You didn't see the doctor, did you?" The silence that followed was all the answer he needed, and he couldn't help the sigh that came out of him as he turned to face Juno. "You can't just skip out on your treatments, okay? Not only do I still have to pay, but you . . . you're not going to get better if you-"

"I keep telling you, they don't know anything. They never find anything, just keep repeating the same things over and over while giving me new medicines to try, suggesting new techniques, again and again, and again!!" Now it was Juno's turn to cut him off, her eyes facing downward as her grip around her cane tightened. "I was sick of it, so I didn't go today, and I lied because I knew you would get like this. You worry so much, you'd think that I was the younger sibling."

"AND YOU-" Argus started, stopping himself in order to get a better handle on his voice. Already he could feel a few people looking in their direction on account of his outbursts. "And you don't worry enough! I wish I could do more for you, I really do, but this is it. I'm working hard taking requests so that we can both live the life we dreamed of when we were kids."

"And when are you ever going to be a kid, Argus? When are you going to stop working yourself into the ground and isolating yourself from everyone? Huh?!?!" Juno's head whipped around to glare into his own, dull red clashing with green and blue as she showed that she wasn't going to be so easily cowed. "Do you think I want to live a comfortable life knowing that you're working yourself to death for it?!?! Hell, you don't need to take even a 3rd of the jobs you do to do that!! You keep acting like I'm the only one who needs help, but when are you going to get the help you need! I . . . I hate watching you suffer like this."

The sibling' stared each other down for a moment longer, but this time, it was Juno who finally caved. With a dejected look to the side, she wiped away a few tears before waving him off.

"If you don't have anything to say then. . . then just be safe. . . okay?"

". . . Okay. See you when I get back then."

Argus hefted his pack onto his shoulder and walked away without another word.

What Argus saw

As he turned away from the group in slight exasperation, Argus suddenly found his senses assaulted from all directions.

Shit. . . Why did it have to be now!?!? He cursed as his gaze found not the wide plains of wheat that had been surrounding the crew before. Instead, the world before him was a desolate waste, filled to the brim with craters and gigantic cracks in the ground, as if it were the site of a climactic battle between gods. The smell on the wind was that like sulfur, thick and choking, the sky a darkened ash grey that matched that of the land it hung over and as he remained frozen in place, a figure appeared before him.

It was tall. . . taller than any living being had a right to be, with 3 sets of arms and a short mane of wild red locks to match the blood-red tone of its skin. Clawed hands smelling of blood and ash closed in around the young mage's throat, cutting off his breath as he stared helplessly into the dull red eyes staring down at him.

Even as the ash-laden clouds passed over the dim light of the sun, the red of those eyes didn't change, nor did the burning hatred at within them change, even as the face that held them smiled, even as the hands around his throat grew ever tighter. Voices flittered on the edges of his hearing, a cacophony of whispering voices speaking in tongues that he couldn't even begin to comprehend, and beyond them laughter. Cold, distant, but deeply amused.

It's not real!! He thought frantically even as he felt his mind start to grow hazy from the lack of air. Again and again, he told himself this, but the edges of black around his sight only grew larger, the sound of his spinal cord cracking only became more pronounced, and in what felt like his final moments, he saw the red of the creature's eyes staring deep into his soul.

A demon's eyes. . .

A monster's eyes. . .

His eyes. . .

And then, he was back. The sky had gone from dark and dreary to bright and sunny, the ground was a mix of green grass and golden wheat stalks, and he. . . he was still here. Still alive. . . Still himself.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

Form

The Basics

Name

Juno

Nickname/Alias

N/A

Age

24

Gender

Female

Rank

Unranked

Physique Juno is a fairly beautiful young woman, her dark blonde hair framing a pair of mismatched blue-green eyes and a seemingly flawless heart-shaped face. While she doesn't go out that often, she is often seen dressed in relatively modest styles of dress, mostly things like sweaters, long sleeved shirts, long skirts, sometimes even dresses if she's feeling fancy. She is also a bit taller than most other women, standing at around 5'8 though she can sometimes appear shorter due to her reliance on a cane to get around. It's a rather plain thing, made from polished black oakwood with the handle being well-worn from years of use.

The Persona

Personality

Juno is a rather caring and motherly individual, often taking time to listen to the problems of others and offer some words of advice here and thre when she can spare it. Often times when she comes around the guild looking for her brother, she'll be found either consoling one mage over a break-up, another about his struggle to raise his rank, and a advising a third about how they can better their magic use.

However, do not misunderstand her kindness for passivety, because if there is one thing that Juno despises more than anything, it's people who try to roll over her because they think she's frail or weak-willed. And let it be known that if you do break her trust, not only will it be very difficult to win it back, but few people can hold a grudge as deeply as she does. it could be an offense from 4 years ago and she would remain just as angry about it now as she would back then.

Likes

Dislikes

Fears

Brief Bio

The Mage

Magic (just write the name of the magic here)

Description (brief description of your magic type)

Spells (can be expanded in the future)

(Repeat for all necessary forms of magic.)

Items

Miscellaneous

Anything you want lol.

:: Dragon Heart ::

Argus

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Trixie's sudden challenge of his observation only earned her a raised brow from the red-haired mage as he took another sip from his mug. The girl's name was. . . Dixie? Something like that, a B rank mage whose only defining traits were her hammer, her cape, and her mouth, all things that Argus was not in the mood to deal with at the moment. As such, rather than return the insult, he simply went back to enjoying his drink in peace.

”Hey! Arg! You want to come with us? We’re doing a big job to rescue some medicine from a group of bandits. We have room for one more!"

And here we go.

The requip mage couldn't help the sigh that escaped him as Sara started to wave at him to come over, wondering why the girl even bothered. He wasn't exactly known to be a team player, and if they were just dealing with bandits, the group they had was more than enough to handle it. As such Argus had set himself to just ignore her, his attention sliding away to the board as he thought of what mission he'd take the next da-

"Oh I'm sure my little brother would love to go on a mission with you all? Isn't that right, Arg-ie?

Before Argus could even register the voice volunteering him for the mission he was pulled right out of his seat towards the group by his ear, the perpetrator being a young woman with long blonde hair, mismatched blue and green eyes, and a mischievous smile that the red haired mage had learned to equate only with trouble.

"Gah! Juno!! What the hell, let me go!!! This realy fuckin hur-OWWWWWWW!!!" The yell was followed by Argus falling on his ass in front of Sara and the others, rubbing his ear as he glared up at his sister while trying not to look as utter emasculated as he felt. "What are you even doing here!? Shouldn't you be at home?"

His tone dropped slightly from frustrated to concerned, eyes falling to the cane that Juno carried, only to suddenly have the bottom of it slam down between his legs, unable to stop the yelp as he backed away just in time to avoid some rather serious damage. Juno, meanwhile, was smiling such a sickly-sweet smile that Argus knew she was beyond pissed.

"Doctor said I was good for a walk around town today, so that's what I did. Got some grocceries, ran som eerrands, and all in all having a wonderful day. And what do I see on my way back but my little pain in the ass of a brother being rude to such a pretty girl asking for his help? Now, that simply won't do." The chuckle that followed her declaration was anything but mirthful, as was the threatening aura that surrounded her as she glared down at Argus with what seemed like the wrath of thousand suns. But as quick as it came, the Aura left as Juno turned towards the group at large, giving a small wave and a much more genuine grin. "I'm sorry for my brother's behavior and as I said, I'm sure he'd love to join you all!"

"Oi! I didn't consent to-" Argus' complaint was quickly silenced as Juno sent him another heated glare, and for a moment it almost seemed like sparks were flying between the siblings' eyes before the red-haired mage was forced to avert his gaze with a click of his tongue. "Alright, fine. I was going to hit up a mission anyway so I guess there's no harm in it."

Argus continued to grumble under his breath, while his sister sported a rather victorious grin, before turning around to take a seat with her cane resting across her lap.

"You might want to take notes on how I handled my brother, I'm sure this won't be the last time his bad attitude will need to be dealt with. Oh, but where are my manners? My name's Juno, his sister, and may I have the pleasure of your names?"

As Juno introduce himself, Argus remained on the floor, grumbling about something or such while glaring at the spilled mug of ale on the floor, resting his chin in his palm as he offered the party a sideways glance. It took a sudden smack across that head and another glare from Juno before he picked himself up and gave an intro of his own.

"For those of you who don't know, I'm Argus, B rank Requip mage, yadda-yadda, nice to meet yo- Juno, I swear to god, if you hit me with that cane again, I'm done with this, I don't care how much shit you give me for it!!"

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:: Dragon Heart ::

Argus

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As the members of the Dragon Heart guild were thrown back into their usual buzz of activity, a rather exasperated figure walked through the doors running a hand through his hair and with a sigh on his lips. Argus had been just about to enter the hall when the Guild Master had made what had probably been his 100th such proclamation since he'd joined the guild. Family this, Magic Council that, and the main troublemakers lacking any sense of actual remorse for whatever action spurred Kulkan's rant completing the whole song and dance routine that the red-haired mage had almost grown numb to at this point.

"I swear, if the Magic council ever does decide to actually do something besides throw papers at us because of those two," He muttered, adjusting his pack as he made his way to the person at the guild desk. "I'll personally plant my foot up each of their asses." An empty threat, given the fact that Argus had about as much hope of beating either asshole as he did of winning a swimsuit competition among the guild members, but it at least made him feel a bit better if nothing else.

After he finished turning in the documents for his completed quest, a simple job of bodyguarding some landed lord's kids that had gone off without a hitch, the young man took a seat near the front of the guild with a mug of ale in hand. While the main focus of the job had been easy, the brats he'd been sent to 'guard'had been some real pieces of work. Honestly, he felt the noble had been just looking for someone to babysit the gremlins because he saw not hide nor hair of the man until the last day of 'guarding'. He'd eventually managed to get them to settle down by then though through a mix of party tricks and showing them how little of their shit he was willing to put up with, but he had the feeling the noble would be calling for his service again. . . especially given how even though he seemed to be lacking a wife, he had been seeing Argus off with a woman on his arm.

"Well, at least it paid well. . . and the brats were cute enough once they actually behaved for 2 seconds." Letting out another sigh, Argus took a slow sip of his drink, eyes scanning the crowds around him. Tall, Dark and Metal was busy 'asking'(read commanding) people to help her with something, Vega and Muzo were heading up to the Guild Master's office, and so on and so forth. Nothing, in particular, caught his eye until he heard a familiarly bubbly voice chime up somewhere to his right. Glancing over, he saw the Guild's resident Celestial Mage talking to some others that he recognized but didn't know too well, apparently gathering them all a request as well.

"Wonder what they're all up to?" He took another sip, wondering if he should run up another quest himself after he visited Juno. She'd prob yell at him for starting on another job so soon, but he figured he could head that off by getting her some scones. His sister was a sucker for pastries, and assuming he got enough, she'd probably be too occupied devouring them all to chew him out for it.

"Probably best if I keep it short and close by though, or I'll probably get the silent treatment again. Didn't talk to me for a whole month last time I pisssed her off." Argus couldn't help but shiver, remembering the various other things that his sister often did to show her displeasure with him, like when she replaced his entire wardrobe with pink. That . . . that had been a dark day for him, and he was certain some members of the guild would never let him live it down. Kind as his sister tended to be, nobody held a grudge or got even quite like she did. It was really rather terrifying.

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:: Dragon Heart ::

The Sheet

"Look, I'm just here for the paycheck, so don't try to get all chummy."

The Basics

Name
Argus

Nickname/Alias
The Trickster

Age
19

Gender
Male

Rank
B+

Physique Argus is a lean, somewhat scrawny kid with an alright look about him. He's the type that doesn't really leave an impression on most, the sort that tends to fade into the background when crowds form. He's a bit of a looker, but not terribly so, and the fact that he can tend to be a little grimy or unkempt in his appearance certainly doesn't help. his clothes are average, if tending towards darker colors, though his work attire tends to be more practical, usually just some pieces of leather armor on top of more sturdy travel wear to provide some layer of protection.

His eyes, however, are rather interesting due to the fact that they don't really seem to react to light. No matter how the lightning in an area shift, they remain the same dull red color coloration, sometimes even appearing to glow in the dark. Along with that, his shoulders are covered in strange tattoo-like markings that form small circles on either side of them, though few people really notice them due to what he usually wears. One thing that he often keeps covered at all times is his chest, as over his heart he sports a jagged stretch of rough, red flesh that spreads out over most of the right side of his torso.

The Persona

Personality
Argus is, in no uncertain terms, a trickster and a delinquent that enjoys getting over on others, pissing people off, and generally getting away with all of it without the poor saps he's tortured being having a clue who was behind their misfortunes. While never truly malicious, it's rare to find the red-haired mage not up to some scheme to wreak mayhem for his own amusement. As a result of his constant pranks, Argus has grown quite adept at thinking outside of the box when it comes to both problem solving and combat as he flys through most situations on only 30% planning and 90% improvisation(he's still kinda weak in academics tho.)

His tricks are, in most part, a coping mechanism. he laughs because his sister loves to laugh, and he laughs because it helps him forget what kind of life he used to live. Life is simply a lot easier to deal with when you don't take it seriously, so he chooses not to.

Another facet of Argus's personality, however, is that despite being rather jovial and seemingly light-hearted, he keeps a firm amount of distance between himself and others in a guild. In fact, Argus seems innately distrustful of guilds and the mages in then as a rule and often cites how he only joined Dragon Heart for the money whenever he's questioned on why he even joined in the first place. The only person he really opens up to would be his older sister, Juno, whose well being is something he's completely devoted to, as well as finding a cure to the illness that has plagued her since they were young.

Likes
Tricks
Pranks
His sister Juno
Chocolate
Kids
Cooking
Tinkering
Cleaning

Dislikes
Magic
Mages, especially the more reckless/power hungry kind
His eyes
Mirrors
Being alone
Greedy People
Anyone trying to mess with his sister

Fears
Generally, Argus isn't a big fan of the dark or enclosed spaces, and anything that seems even remotely haunted is something he'd give a hard pass.

More seriously, Argus fears for his sister's health and well-being as she is quite literally the only reason he keeps on going. If anything were to happen to her . . . .Argus would be beyond lost.

Brief Bio
Argus was once a member of a Dark Guild known as Hydra's Coil, though it was a life he and his sister were born into rather than chose, as their parents were members of it. His sister often told him that Hydra's Coil used to be a legal guild, but when the guildmaster and some of the higher ranking members in the guild were caught taking illegal requests like assassination and theft targeting other guilds, the group was quick to cut the wheat from the chaff. By the time the council had shown up, she'd say, those who had either sided with the guildmaster or were too young or weak to resist were long gone from the guild hall. Those who didn't were left cold on the guild hall floors, slain by the ones they had once called family.

Their parents were of the latter. . . and to this day, Argus isn't sure if he was ever truly glad about that fact.

For most of his early life, Argus and Juno had only each other to rely on, as the members of the guild were little more than thieves, bandits, and murderers all, every one of them out for their own end and nothing else. to this end, the two were put under a strange man named Shade to be raised and trained so that, when they were old enough, they'd be able to go on missions. . . or at least, so Argus could be. Even back then, Juno's sickness was as apparent as Argus' talent for picking up magic, but Shade and the guild used his dependence on his sister to keep him under their foot, trusting that he would never disobey or try to escape as long as they had a firm hand around her neck.

This all changed one day when Argus was around 15 years old. He doesn't remember what happened, but on that day, Argus awakened the magic within him. And it was a truly terrible awakening indeed, because aside from Juno and Shade. . . every other member of the Dark guild Hydra's Coil was gone, their hideout reduced to a smoking ruin of slag and destruction. And so he stood in the center of the total destruction, dumbfounded and horrified by the dreadful certainty that he had done this, somehow. . . and that in whatever haze that had overtaken him while doing so, he had almost killed Juno as well. She never said as much, but it was obvious in how she held herself, in the bruise marks that traced her neck, in the fear that clung to her for the next two years of their existence as they traveled the countryside looking for a place they could truly call home. Shade, however, couldn't have looked more pleased with himself, leaving them with only a cryptic message that "his work was done."

It wouldn't be an understatement to say that was the lowest point in Argus' life, and as he suffered from the awakening of his magic in the years to come, he couldn't help but wonder which god up above had sought to befit him with such a dreadful curse. The only thing keeping him going was Juno, who had only seemed to get sicker and sicker as days went by, despite Argus' best efforts. Finally putting aside his own personal convictions, he bit the bullet and approached Dragon Heart a year ago, knowing that he needed money more than anything to help his sister get well, and Dragon Heart was the most requested guild in all of the Kingdom. With his skills, it wasn't difficult to get him accepted, as well as keeping his more destructive magic a secret to most. despite being with the guild for a year, however, most find Argus to be approachable. . . but hard to befriend, an air of distrust and suspicion lacing many interactions, especially with the more wild or unruly members of the guild. Hydra's Coil was thought to be a great guild in its time too, he often reminded himself, Dragon heart could truly be much the same.

They're just better at hiding it.

Whatever the case, it seems like the Red-haired Slayer will require much more convincing before he's willing to let himself be part of the Dragon Heart family in earnest.

The Mage

Magic
Wrath of the Asura

Description
A mysterious and destructive form of ancient magic that manifested in Argus' one day that allows him to call forth destructive energies from within, at the cost of his own health and sanity. In simple terms, Argus is able to harness the power of Entropy in an extremely aggressive way, either launching out red-tinged blasts of the magic at his foes or channeling it through his body to temporarily enhance his physical attacks. While the power behind these attacks are nothing to be scoffed at, the true danger of this magic comes into play the longer one faces off against him.

In essence, this magic embodies the concept of Entropy, and the more times one is exposed to it or the higher the potency of the exposure is, the less time it will take before things start to break down, both in terms of magic, material . . . and foes. When forced to rely on this magic, Argus will either dive in for an all-out attack in hopes of weakening the target enough for him to get a fatal hit in, or more likely, employ a hit and run strategy as they try to wear the target down to the point where he can either deal a finishing blow or escape.

This ability to wear down one's foes isn't without drawbacks, however. While not as affected as those he uses it against, Argus is not immune to the entropic energies he calls upon. Every use of his magic puts a similar strain on his own body as well. If over-used, his skin begins to bruise and tear with ease, his bones feel brittle and tender within his body, and his movements become sluggish and delayed. It ravages him from the inside, and while it can be healed, it never fails to leave at least some kind of marking on him whenever he over-indulges in its use, though this has only ever happened twice in his life.

Most worrisome of all, however, is the effect this magic has on Argus's mental state. Night terrors, hallucinations, phantom feelings, destructive impulses, and strange memories plague him on a constant basis, growing more intense after any instance of using his magic. The episodes are usually short, but not only can they happen at any moment, but often times it can be difficult for Argus to tell the difference between these visions and reality due to their visceral nature. In the few books that Argus has managed to find about Magic similar to his, they all tell the tale of a mage succumbing to the magic perishing after a great battle. . . only to rise again as something else. Something decidedly other and filled with an insatiable appetite for destruction of all things, as if the hatred of for Creation that the magic seems to exhibit had taken control of the body that had previously hosted them.

Argus has long since ceased any research into his curse.

Spells

Entropic Edge: The only special attack in his arsenal, Argus stores a large amount of destructive energies into one of his arms, the strain of which often causes a number of ugly red wounds to burst open along the length of the arm. He continues to charge this attack until he's either forced to fire it off early or his body can no longer take the strain, swiping his hand forward to send forth a concentrated wave of magical destruction towards his target. Due to the large amount of energy within the attack, as well as the sheer density of it increasing the potency of the attack by a good deal, it proves to be a rather difficult attack to defend against. However, the long charge up time and relatively straightforward nature of the attack often make it rather easy to dodge or interrupt before it can be launched at full power. Not only that, but Argus' lack of skill in wielding his magic makes it so he can't even move while charging the attack due to the immense level of pain it inflicts on his body. It also leaves the afflicted arm rather useless for a little bit unless he manages to hit something substantial with the attack. as the healing that he usually benefits from otherwise isn't enough to do anything but stave off the worst of the damage.

Re-quip: The Trickster
Description
Argus' main magic(and the only one he knows as far as most of the guild is aware), this is a form of requip magic that specializes in trickier tools instead of weapons and armors. While he does have a few knives and swords within his repertoire, the crux of the magic is summoning a number of magical items that serve to distract, detain, deceive, and otherwise annoy the crap out of one's opponent.

While not inherently that dangerous and seems more like a bunch of party gags and cheap tricks at first, Argus has proven to be quite the slippery combatant with the vast array of items he has stored within this magic and can be quite unpredictable and clever when using it. This is made especially true because Argus is also deceptively good at Re-quip magic, able to summon forth any of his items almost instantaneously and from nearly anywhere on his person as well. Amongst the items listed in spells, Argus also carries around an uncountable number of more mundane party tricks and novelties that he often uses to entertain others or himself when out on a job. In fact, Argus can often times be seen putting on little magic shows for the kids of the town, and even the adults at times(for a price)

Spells
Ventriloquist's Ring: A nifty little item that Argus bought on a whim, it allows him to 'throw' his voice, making it sound like it's coming a direction and a distance of his choosing. He does this by speaking into the hand with the ring on it. He can even change the voice a little bit by shifting the timbre up or down a tad, but unfortunately, he can't use it to mimic others . . . unless he learns how to do it himself.

Magician's Chains: An enchanted chain that grows in length and durability in proportion to the amount of magical energy pumped into it, making it handy as a rope, a means of odd defense, even a whip if Argus is feeling frisky or needs to keep his distance.

Bag o'bombs: Argus has Smoke Bombs, he has sticky bombs, he's got grease bombs, oil bombs, flash bombs, nail bombs, itching bombs, pepper bombs, bomb-bombs and possibly a few more that he has yet to find or think of. Needless to say, the boy knows his way around explosives better than most

Knives: Throwing knives, Cooking knives, whittling Knives, Carving Knives. . . . Argus has tons of knives for any and every occasion and no, you can't know where he got them.

De-obfuscator Goggles: A fancy pair of goggles that Argus managed to win in a game of cards during one of his jobs, these goggles allow the wearer to not only see in the blackest of nights but also lets them see through most kinds of particulate-based obfuscations of sight like smoke, dust, fire, etc. It also automatically adjusts the lens to deal with sudden flashes of intense light, allowing the user to view them without any risk to themselves and only some minimal discomfort.

Puppeteer's gloves: Knifty black gloves that allows one to telekinetically puppet small inanimate objects at will via the attachments of tiny strings of magical energy. Max range of about 5 meters.

Rope: Because you can never have too much rope.

Deck of Cards: A suite of playing cards that explode into a dazzling display of lights with the slightest application of magical energy.

Chameleon Cloak: Provides Argus with the ability to blend into his surroundings to nearly vanish from sight, though a keen eye could possibly perceive him due to the slight imperfections within the illusion.

Items
Besides his requip, he has some pieces of leather armor, his clothes, a backpack, to carry his travel stuff with, and a dream journal.

Miscellaneous

Despite his appearance, Argus is actually quite a skilled fighter, almost masterful. . . though he has no clue as to why that is or why the style he slips into tends to be rather brutal more often than not.

Argus can't sing or dance and finds both of these things to be the beginning and end of his frustrations with his sister, who can do both with great talent.

Argus is a fantastic cook, however, though hardly does so for anyone besides his sister.

Argus used to have blonde hair and blue eyes, much like his sister

Argus doesn't cut his hair often, and even when he does, he seeks to keep it rather long still. He's very particular about it. to an almost obsessive degree