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Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

i rolled for it and he did not notice your attempt to help lol
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Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Rio Vega

// Colosseum //

The chaos was well, chaos. It was delightful and Rio felt it. The energy, the strife, the show was intoxicating. Flying, rolling, dodging, aerial maneuvers he tried his best to replicate with a smile on his face. Magic and mages alike tumbling through the air and using all sorts of magic. He was faster than some of his peers, being small did have its benefits. And its consequences. While he did find it fun to dodge incoming magical attacks, he was blindsided by a bull of a young youth such as himself.

After correcting himself, Rio dashed after the larger boy that looked like he was about to break his broom. On top of that he was using a weird lightning spell that he was sure he was going to hit himself with. Acting quickly the boy created a small, slanted barrier to divert the path of the electricity back into the quagmire around them.

Quickly catching up to the larger boy Rio laughed circling above the larger boy upside down. “Let’s get them together ok!? I’ll keep us safe!” He said with his somewhat high-pitched voice. “I think this test is to see how well we work together with strangers.” Rio glanced around to check for any other danger. He could see a few people had already caught their angel spheres and were idly just floating around waiting then some others had barely gotten off the ground. Surely this wasn’t just about how well they could all fly, wasn’t there someone important from the legends who couldn’t fly a broom either?

It didn’t seem fair to him that the others still on the ground wouldn’t get in just because they couldn’t fly. “wait” he said to himself, “the rules guy didn’t say anything about forming a team… only that you had to possess a sphere…. So would it count if the team had a sphere?” for just a moment he glanced to see the few others that had still not quiet yet got themselves off the ground.

maneuvering to be right next to the bigger kid. “Hey!” he yelled, “lets get these two then go back down and team up with the others on the ground. The rules dude didn’t say anything about not being in a team!” focusing back on protecting the duo and trying to catch the spheres.

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Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

im working on my post

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

hey no worries on my end lol... now to make a fun response for both.

@ERode

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Charlotte & Roman
A chance meeting

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Roman had elected to wander the town after the earlier events of the day. He had given his report detailing everything to Erik, who for the first time in a long time was equally confused and concerned about the whole ordeal. Then he changed his bandages, his clothes, and put an order in to have a few new tables and chairs sent to the tough tavern to repay damages done. With that last bit off his conscience he needed to clear his head and a walk was the best thing he could think of.

His evening wanderings eventually led him to the sights, sounds, and smells of the local circus. Roman opted to wear some simple comfortable clothes for the evening, a simple lighter green cotton shirt and tan-colored loose pants covered with a dark green cloak. The dagger on his belt and his tan wool suit vest being the most elegant pieces of his attire. Matching what he found to be similar to clothing worn by merchants of the area. The turkey leg vendor was the first thing that caught his eye.

Off from to the side of Roman, Charlotte approached, her raven-black hair cascading behind her in loose waves, partially secured by a delicate blue ribbon. She gathered the skirt of her dress as she hurried toward Roman. "Lord Ravenwood, She greeted as she drew closer. "...Good evening! I didn't expect to see you here," she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I had been hoping to catch you today.”

She glanced at the turkey leg vendor that had caught his attention and then back at him, "Hungry, I see?... It's wonderful to see you out and about… How are you feeling?"

The sudden call of his name brought Roman out of his thoughts and towards the sight of a beautiful young lady with long black hair and a blue ribbon. The sight of a familiar face was enough to make him smile. “Lady Vikena, a pleasure as always.” There was something about her that always made him relax, which he always found strange with her family’s penchant for finding trouble.
“Ahh yes, I had some things on my mind and I seemed to end up here. Maybe it was the food.” Moving to offer her a place next to him in line at the cart. “I'm feeling fine, just a little sore. Right now I'm more interested in why a beauty like you would be looking for an old man like me.” He said with a teasing tone.

She strolled beside him and smiled, “You’re certainly not old, Lord Ravenwood.” Charlotte said. “Truth be told, you’ve been on my mind today. Seeing your name in that dreadful paper this morning troubled me. I wanted to make sure you were alright and I am delighted to see that seems to be the case.”

The short line moved closer towards the wonderful smelling comically large bird legs pulling the duo closer. Roman smiled and couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the mention of the newspaper. “Oh I'm not worried, in fact I like being in that paper. It means that my guise of being a..” He gestured with his hands in a circular fashion as he found the words, “Muscle bound mindless brute is working.” Quickly he scanned their surroundings and leaned in close to whisper, “I would hope that you wouldn't fall for this, but I like catching people off guard with my intelligence despite my animalistic nature.” Standing back up straight, stretching his shoulder, “Oh.” He said as if he just remembered something, “You don't have to address me by my title. I do consider you a friend after all.”

“I can relate in a sense, though not sure I enjoy the paper’s representation of me just yet… What’s important is we know who we are at the end day. ” Charlotte replied thoughtfully. “Hope your ceremony went well despite any intrusions.” There were certainly more questions given the nature of what had been written about him, but as long as he was alright in the most important sense then she would mind her business.

“ Of course neither do you, Roman. Lottie suits me just fine.” She told him with a smile that faltered ever so slightly as she recalled there had been something she wanted to bring up to him. However they reached the front of the cart and the man at the vendor asked, “What can I get for you?”

“Well Lottie.” Pronouncing the shortening of her name with a smile, “It's a pleasure to meet you as always.” he phrased it like it was the first time they had met. In truth he didn't think he had ever referred to her by that name. Before he could answer her question the vendor asked what they would like and he was quick to answer. “Evening good sir, I'll have Three of those magnificent legs.” placing a few more coins on the counter to pay for the food than was needed, obviously intended as a tip.

“As for the ceremony?” looking back at his friend with a shrug. “No idea, I don't remember… much. Don't think anyone died so that's good. Messed up my shoulder and my arm though.” Reflexively rolling his shoulder at its discomfort. It was the truth, the drink he took did affect his memory slightly but the magic was also to blame. He could only guess as to the lasting consequences of that ritual. That thought made him smile. “What about you? I heard you went to that party with all the politics or masks? I guess It's the same thing.” he was assuming she had gone to it, why else ask about the ceremony.

Charlotte’s brow raised subtly at Roman’s choice of remark, but his next statement made her frown with worry. “Is your arm quite alright? When you get home tonight, perhaps try a warm compress to relax the muscles. If it’s inflamed turmeric or ginger could possibly help…” She drew off thoughtfully, “I’m sure a massage at the spa could also do wonders, but of course, if the discomfort persists, please do see a doctor. “

She clasped her hands together in front of her as he inquired about the party. “Yes, I attended Count Damien’s Masquerade.” Charlotte confirmed, her voice soft and thoughtful. She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “...It was quite lovely, I must admit. It’s always rather a treat to dress up in a pretty gown and feel like a princess for a night…However, there was an unfortunate incident—Lord Smithwood’s watch was stolen. I promised to help him find it, but I’ve had no such luck so far. It weighs on me, and I do hope to speak to him about it soon..”

His smile grew as she spoke about remedies and concoctions he could use on his shoulder. “You know, that's one thing I've always liked about you.” Shifting his posture to face her, “You're always looking out for the people around you. It's one of the traits I admire in you.” He stated, then sighed content in his words. “Just try not to get too caught up in it. Trying to keep up with my antics is a big ask. Wouldn't want to give that newspaper the wrong idea.” Again a tease but also a small test. Watching her facial features to see if there was anything peculiar in her reaction.

Charlotte's smile brightened at his compliment. “Looking out for each other is simply what should be done. It’s no big ask for me to check up on you. ” she replied, her voice gentle yet firm.

He couldn't help himself but give a quiet laugh and a smile when she spoke of Leo’s misfortunes. “Ahh Lord Leo Smithwood, he is becoming quite the character.” The last few interactions he had with the man were in passing and it would be unfair to judge him based on them. Still, he was unlucky and unlucky Varian nobles tended to find trouble. Making the jobs of his people just a tad bit complicated sometimes. “Knowing his luck I'm sure it will pop up somewhere.” He guessed but it was likely true, they would probably find it in the window of a back alley shop.

“I certainly hope so.”

His attention turned back to the vendor who handed him the large juicy looking turkey legs. “Thank you.” His mouth watering slightly at the sight of the three legs. He had every intention of eating all three but being the gentleman he is. Roman held one out towards Charlotte, offering her the food. “With the right suitor, you could feel like a princess every night.”

Her brows lifted in surprise, and she hesitated before taking it. "Why, thank you. I appreciate this very much," Charlotte said, holding the turkey leg in her grasp and gazing over its massive size. She could almost hear her mother chastising her for being unladylike by eating something like this in public. Her gaze shifted back to Roman at his final comment, and she replied with a hint of humor, “A girl can dream.”

Charlotte took a tentative bite, her teeth sinking into the succulent meat. The smoky, savory flavor exploded in her mouth, and she couldn’t help but let out a small, delighted hum. The meat was tender, almost melting against her tongue. She took another bite, savoring the rich taste. “It’s so good!” She enthusiastically told him. After dabbing at her lips with a handkerchief briefly, she spoke again. "Roman," she began softly, "...I was wondering… if I might ask for your advice on something."

He took a few bites of the delicious meat. The small meal was sure to hold him over till the next food cart caught his eye. Eating these kinds of food likely wasn’t the best way to cope with his current mood but it felt better than drowning in a mug of ale. At least Charlotte’s reaction gave him a quick snicker. “You're welcome.” He muttered between bites of the turkey leg. It wasn't very gentleman-like to speak with your mouth full but he was long past caring about manners.

Walking slowly while enjoying the food, it was well roasted and taken care of. Either a testament to the skill or the new cooking techniques and technology that continued to flood the market. Spotting a bench that was out of the way but not out of sight of the carnival goer’s seemed to be a good place to sit and talk. “Oh?” He asked, casually tossing a leg bone in a nearby bin.

“What kind of wisdom are you searching for tonight Lottie?” Quirking an eyebrow, “Could it be dark and dastardly? Maybe some ancient mystery? A lovers quarrel?” he teased but still had a welcoming tone to his words. “Though I might tease you, trust is not earned, it's given. Anything you ask I'll keep between us.”

Charlotte sat beside him and giggled at his suggestions, “Fortunately nothing of that sort… I…” She rubbed her arm and smiled sheepishly.

Her gaze dropped as she collected her thoughts. “I don’t want to make any assumptions, but I know you have a large family. I was hoping you could advise me on how to become someone who can better protect those I care about.”

Not the question he was expecting. Shifting on the bench slightly allowed him to prop an arm up on the back of the bench, “Ahh, an important question.” The tone of his voice lost the teasing that it held earlier, replaced with a genuine sense of solemn thoughtfulness. “I have sixteen brothers and sisters, a number that pales in comparison to the numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and the odd niece or nephew here or there.”

The smile on his face disappeared for a moment, his eyes locked onto something in the distance that only he could see. “I'm the oldest, it's my job to protect them right?” He wasn't expecting an answer, just a short pause before he continued. “Four of my siblings have passed away… Iduna, Reka, Sven, and Egor. I could have saved three of them. I could have done a lot of things to save them.” Taking a deep breath, Roman turned to refocus his attention on her.

His eyes held pain, a glimmer building in them threatened to run down his face. “It would have done little, the skain of our lives were woven a long time ago and our doom is set.” Blinking away the moisture that threatened to pull his night in the same direction of the earlier events of the day, he pushed on. “I would love to tell you exactly how to protect the people you love, to keep them safe forever. But that will only pull you down into darkness few can escape.”

In this moment of vulnerability with a topic he clearly struggled with himself, Roman kept talking. His subtle smile returned as he looked into her eyes, “So my advice… What i do? I tell them the truth… The truth about the darkness that awaits them in this world. I tell them and teach them how to fight it. Mind, soul, and body. The more you know the danger, the enemy, and yourself the better your odds.”

Charlotte’s heart ached for Roman as she listened to his words, feeling the weight of his loss and the burden he carried. “Roman, I am so sorry for bringing up such a sensitive topic, and I am sorry for your losses,” she said softly, her eyes reflecting her worry. “Your pain is palpable, and I wish there were words to ease it.” She reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Thank you for sharing this with me… You’ve given me much to ponder.

Her words were comforting and her touch of his arm was unexpected, giving her a somber smile in return. “I appreciate your kind words. Death is a common occurrence in the north, everything is more dangerous. So we focus on the good, on their reputation.” Letting his hand drop the untouched turkey leg next to him and place his hand on hers.

“Reka passed away very young. Iduna was kind, like you, she knew of the dangers of this world but it did not stop her from helping. Egor was a trickster and never had the best timing with his jokes, but they could always make everyone laugh and was very good at taking care of the younger children." The smile on his face grew the usual upbeat personality of the giant swiftly returning with fond memories. “And Sven was curious beyond measure about everything and everyone, although sometimes he could get on your nerves he could answer almost any question you asked him.”

“So thank you, I've had an off day and remembering them really helps.” A deep sigh followed his words, “So Lottie, is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Oh, goodness, they sound absolutely delightful…” Charlotte commented dreamily, momentarily lost in her imagination. “They remind me of my nieces and nephews. They all have such distinct personalities like your darlings. My dear Aunt Diana has two children of her own, yet she also adopts orphaned Krasivaya children… “ She paused, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she continued, “She always says she feels like she’s herding cats!”

Her eyes lowered, a tender smile playing on her lips as she added, almost to herself, “You may know her as Countess Diana Crisitian, but to me, she’s always just my Auntie.”

It took her a moment to recall he had questioned her and she quickly shook her head as she told him, “Oh. No dear, that was my only question. Thank you so much. ”

Nodding his head with a smile, “Well I'm glad I could help.” Trailing off for a moment. His eyes looking back out to the other people enjoying the evening air. “Just remember, don't shoulder the burden alone. Find someone that you trust to confide these worries in, someone to share the burden. Not even I can carry the world on my shoulders.” He said with a snicker, “If you ever need any help all you have to do is ask and I'll do what I can. If you can't find me, just let one of my merchants around the city know and I'll know shortly after.” He was sincere about his words to what end and what kind of trouble that would bring him? Well, at least it would be fun in some respect.

She held his gaze thoughtfully before replying, “ Thank you, Roman… The same goes for you. Whenever you need help, I will always do my best for you.” Charlotte rose from the bench and she smiled at him. “I must return to the two ladies who are currently accompanying me here tonight, but it was truly wonderful to chat and thank you again for the turkey leg.”

"Anytime Lottie. I do hope you have a lovely evening with your friends." He said with a smile. Eyeing Olivia and Zarai that he just noticed were watching them, "Do tell your friends they look fabulous tonight." Speaking up for her to hear and giving the duo a wave and a smile. He sank back into the chair to relax, ponder the conversation they just had, and watch the people coming and going around him.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Rio is just going to cause chaos for this last post then go for a ball. Probably find someone or a group that has one and is having trouble defending then show off his other barrier spell to protect them

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Rio Vega

// A Glorious Day to be sure > Colosseum //

To say he was running late would be an understatement for anyone else that actually cared about such things such as being on time. It was a miracle in and of itself that the young lad was able to get up on time. That combined with the multitude of questions he berated the person who was simply trying to get his information before giving him a number, did not help his timing. He almost didn’t even make it through the door. Quickly given a number and pushed along into the coliseum. Number 329 wasn’t that bad of a number, right?

What took the longest for the registration was him trying to remember the name of the town he was from. An orphanage in Nean and convincing the man that even though he looked and acted like he was 12 he very much was 15. Having to go as far as producing his grimoire just to get through. The near sea of people in the space didn’t help him either. Not because of any feelings of claustrophobia or anxiety but awe. The people, the colors, the sounds, the smells, the sheer volume of mana that was abundant in the area had the young lad starstruck. He was even able to snatch an apple away from someone who was balancing it in the air. What was he supposed to do when someone just left some food in the air?

Dipping and dodging through the crowd apple in hand and someone shouting about something behind him. Passing by many more participants giggling as he went occasionally giving someone a compliment on their looks or something unique about them. Then came a wonderous sound of trumpeting horns signaling the beginning of the event. The captains all looked magnificent he really liked all of them and couldn’t pick a favorite. Finding the black bulls captain to be very interesting, as Rio wasn’t sure if he has ever seen an elf before.

Then the rounds started, names and numbers being called. Rio’s expressions looked as if the displays of magic were the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. Not even the strange looks or side eye he received from some of the others was enough to stop him shouting and cheering for the other participants. It did not stop some murmurs like “what’s with this lost child?”. From the smallest breeze to the hardest hit, he cheered for them all with his boundless energetic movement’s.

There were still a few that stood out to him that he could remember. There was a lady that a lot of the other participants starred at, she was using some kind of explosion magic that nearly blew his socks off. Then there was this other guy that had some really cool bright magic and he punched the pillar, it looked like it hurt. The next one that stood out was a pink haired girl about his size, she had an interesting technique for the magic bullets, two at a time, but that wasn’t the best part. The best part was she teleported the stone just so it would crush itself.

The next guy was pretty cool too he shot a bunch at the disks and almost hit all of them then threw some arrow spells at the column. A fiery person caught his attention next. She was bright and her magic was hot like the sun guy but more intense. There was also a snake guy that looked like he was doing something with them but he couldn’t quite tell what kind of magic the boy was using in order to cast his spells. A mystery. Followed by a pot head? Or maybe that wasn’t the right saying? Anyway, the guy was really angry at something. He was doing really good with the ranged stuff then went all out against the pillar with some hot water magic thing. The next one that came to mind was interesting, she was really good with the magic bullets and then when it came to the pillar she struck it with both her feet at the same time. It took a good chunk out of it too.

“329 Rio Vega”

And then there was also this flashy lady, it almost blinded him by the intensity but he wasn’t sure if it was from the magic or the person. Either way, it was a good show. The last one that really stood out to him was this other guy, his magic bullets had a cool shape but what was really awesome was that he summoned a sword. It had a strange shape, but it was still amazing. It even made a funny sound when it hit the big pillar.

“329 Rio Vega”

The young lad almost missed his name being called for the first two tests. Getting caught up with his own cheers and laughter at the amazing displays of the others around him. Sure, he had been around plenty of magic before but nothing as varied as this. “Hey my name is also Rio.” Pausing for a moment to think, “oh, right that’s me!” He blurted out to no one in particular.

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Rio quickly skipped out to where the proctor was at just as so many did before him. He was wearing loose fitting clothes with a heavy kind of green cloak that trailed behind him. The boy looked a little dirty but still had a smile plastered on his face. Giggling he waved to the captains and called out to the elf regardless as to if they could hear him, “I like your ears, they are really cool!” He stated with a childlike wonder and genuine enthusiasm.

The proctor got his attention again as they began to form the stone squares. Rio in turn hopped back and forth on his legs and began to sway slightly. He knew that the hand cannon was far too cumbersome for this task, so magic bullets would have to suffice. Rolling his shoulders and bringing up his fists his stance was caught somewhere between dancing and getting ready to fist fight someone.

“Begin.”

The proctor started and the disks began moving but Rio was slow to respond. His slight hesitation being a change in the way he was going to use his attack. Instead of the powerful strikes that would be quick he opted for a weaker strike. His fist struck out toward the first target gathering a small ball of purple that flew off towards the target then another and another.

It seemed he was focusing on volume over power as many purple balls shot off toward the disks with each swing. Most missed and each square took at least two hits to break. Leading the targets seemed to be an issue for him, one that he still tried to make up for by being relentless. Still, he never stopped until the time ran out and he could take a breather. He made a bit of an over exaggeration on how tired this made him, bent over with his hands on his knees and breathing hard. All to push the image that he had used a significant amount of his mana when in truth he hadn’t.

The boy quickly shook off his weariness with a smile and a laugh without a care in the world for how many of the targets he took down. This was the most fun he has had all week and now he could have even more fun with the pillar. Taking out his grimoire, the thick book floated in front of him a three-leaf clover on a purple background with what looks to be broken glass covering it in thin white lines. It folded itself open and turned through many pages to a sudden stop.

Changing his stance so his left shoulder and leg were pointed at the pillar, his left hand looked as if it was supporting some kind of tube while his right hand was aligned with it in a fist. The semi-transparent form of a purple tube began to wrap itself around his right fore arm extending about a foot past his body. At the knuckles of his fist an oversized magic bullet formed in a bright purple oval. The shapes of the barrier began to contort and twist putting pressure on the bullet while a slow whining sound grew louder and louder with the accelerating spin of the bullet in its chamber. “Hand! Cannon!” pronouncing each word on its own like it took effort to say it.

BANG!!

Two simultaneous dust cloud formed as the sound went off. One at the pillar and one that was quite obviously Rio being sent tumbling in the opposite direction. Recovering quickly, the boy stood back up on shaky legs brushing himself off, “Did I hit it?” he asked cheerfully. The dust clearing to reveal that he had indeed hit the side of the column carving out a half circle chunk out of its side and cracking a good portion of it.

Rio gave another smile and wave then skipped back into the area with the rest of the participants. Waiting for the next test and taking a moment to rest while he watched and cheered for the few remaining applicants taking their test.

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Then the time came for the next test. It was time to fly and Rio couldn’t be happier. With his broom in hand he quickly mounted it and began to float up a couple feet without given any instruction on if he should or not. He was already behind the line and took the small amount of time to roll over on the thing a couple times with a giggle. The ability to fly was one of the many things he always wanted, now it would be very difficult for others to catch him that might still be looking for him.

He did stop after a few times when he got a little dizzy from his antics and resumed listening to the proctor. They were talking about something being caught and the trial ending. At least he knew he couldn’t do much for offense on something like this, well not lethal anyways. The thought of being a trouble maker for some of his peers did intrigue him and he knew just how to do it. It would also be good practice.

As the signal to begin was sounded Rio flew up as fast as he could to get a better view of the chaos in front of him. Swiftly pulling out his grimoire, he began to focus on two of the golden orbs. They were fast little things but he could still concentrate enough to pick out two from the melee. “Sentinel” he spoke forming two small barriers around two random golden orbs. He wasn’t going to do this forever but he wanted to throw in his own kind of tricks into the midst as well. And to further test his ability to fly and concentrate, a skill he was sure he would have to learn eventually. Rio dived into the scuffle but not with the intention of grabbing one just yet, this was just training.

@Zeroth

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

almost done... i didnt know how much i missed writing this type of character

now i just have to worry about it being a good post lol

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

yeah, i haven't played a character like this in a bit should be fun.

Also lol
Rio: oh is Carnal scum kinda like a Carnival?

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Rio Vega - Barrier Magic

Rio.Vega
Appearance | 15 | 165cm / 64kg | Male | "Hi! I'm Rio, what's your name?" PERSONALITY: | An upbeat soul and indomitable spirit are just a few of the things one could say about the boy. growing up sheltered and well taken care of has not killed his endless curiosity for the world. There are very few things that can sour his mood, always looking to improvise, adapt, and overcome his challenges with a carefree attitude. His curiosity often gets the better of him and he can come off as annoying or gets himself into some kind of trouble. Rio is not very aware of the hardships of this world and its darkness. He only ever sees the good in people and is normally very open about his own feelings about things. This can also lead to him being awkward or aloof. After all, he is still learning a lot about social ques and what's acceptable outside of high society. Freedom is something he greatly treasures, freedom to make one’s own decisions, and freedom to forge one’s own path. one would find a fast friend with him, and friends are one of the things he will fight for. always trying to find the easy way out of hard situations without hurting others as much as possible. striving sometimes too hard for the approval of others can get him in the wrong crowd if not careful. more often than not his naiveté gets him into plenty of trouble on its own. The boy does dislike structured environments and nobility. He finds it dull and suffocating, it’s the very cage he will always find himself running from. finding more mature topics or conversations difficult and uncomfortable, like talking about his past, emotions, or life and death. All of this is not to say Rio is a coward and will always run, he will fight but the boy just doesn't like to hurt people. | MAGIC: | Barrier Magic - calling forth his magic Rio can shape it as he sees fit. its applications are limited only by the caster’s strength, wisdom, and imagination. His barriers don’t follow the standard hexagon look like other barriers, his are made up of interlocking shapes that look similar to a spider’s web. It can be used and manipulated to cover large and small areas, to both absorb or redirect attacks. The barriers he creates are often purple in color. | SPELLS: SPELL LIST Sentinel - Defensive / support - Small personal shield’s he can erect In front of individuals he can see. Requires a great amount of concentration for more than two shields at a time. Hand Cannon - Offensive - A stronger version of the magic bullet, shaping his barrier into a tube for the bullet to shoot out of allowing for a more powerful shot. Must hold it with two hands. Bulwark - Defensive – His strongest barrier so far allowing him to erect the barrier in an area centered on himself to protect himself and others. requires full concentration and can be shaped or directed in certain directions if needed. more layers can be added at a higher manna cost. ABILITIES & SKILLS: SKILL LIST Beloved by mana - being of a noble lineage Rio has an ample supply of mana. However, he will often fake being tired to try and hide this from others. Free as a Bird - Agility and reflexes are his friend. He grew up running and dodging his family, their magic, and his handlers. His skills grew when he started spending more time in crowded city streets dodging through crowds. Occasionally using these skills to step out of the way of incoming attacks. Need a Distraction? - One thing that's not combat related that Rio excels at is distraction or causing a scene. Either through his acting, singing, dancing, or generally being clumsy. He knows how to get the attention of others and when the time comes, quickly retreat from the area. GOALS & FEARS: | My dreams? To be free and not have to hide from my family. To find my own family in the magic knights so we can protect each other. To make sure that no one else will have to worry about a cage or being a slave. | | Not being strong enough to be wanted, not being accepted by others even when he knows he sometimes tries too hard. Worst of all he fears building up a family and friends only for them to learn who he is and abandon him. | .............................................................................	A little over 15 years ago Rio was born into the Aindun noble family. The family was known for having some superior barrier mages but know far better for their shrewd marketing tactics and rumors of backhanded deals. Such deals always favored the nobility leaving the lower-class citizens to scramble and scrounge their money just to get by when living in the area his family controlled. Not to mention the price changes for their goods depending on the area you were in. The young lad learned quick how to talk and run yet showed little in the way of basic magic ability. Outshined by his siblings in all things proper and noble, he was quickly brushed aside. His handlers were more of a parental figure than his parents ever were. Still, they had a reputation to keep, and he was drilled day in and out on noble edicate. The lessons normally resulted in pain reinforcement when he inevitably lost concentration. He was 8 when he made his first escape attempt, his handlers picked him back up within a couple hours. The punishment he received from this, and his many other attempts scared his back, arms, and legs in places that are easily hidden by clothes. A testament to his will to be free for sure. Each time he made it further and further for longer durations but each time they would find him. Either by tracking him or putting out secretive bounties they would always find him. This never deterred his optimistic demeanor as he refused to let them break his spirit. Then the day came, he turned 15 and was allowed to attend the grimoire ceremony. His parents almost didn't let him go given his lacking magical aptitude up to this point. He was ecstatic when he received his book for him, it meant freedom and he knew exactly what he was going to do. With the distraction from all the others celebrating Rio slipped out into the darkness and ran. It’s been a few months since he slipped away. A few close calls just made him run farther towards the only place he knew he could escape from his family, The Magic Knights. He took the name Vega from the first family that was kind to him. They gave him some food and a place to sleep for a few nights and in return he helped them around their small farm. In time he made sure to dirty his appearance and found someone that dyed his hair black. Since than he has been relying on petty thievery and just being kind to people to survive. Stealing only small portions of food and the odd article of clothing.