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@blackdragon... if your trying to upset/insult him sure. but his aunt told him that the term witch is a gender neutral, wizard is an old English variant and warlock means traitor so both of those are frowned upon lol. it will upset or annoy him at first but im sure he will grow to like it eventually.

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Troy Warnock

Name: Troy Warnock

Age: 16

Birth Date: 25th of October

Height: 6'5"

Hair: Light Brown with hints of blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Clothes: Normally wearing blue jeans, leather work boots, and a brown or green t-shirt when he's working. Troy normally sports a more redneck or blue collar look especially when he’s wearing his leather protective gear for shop class. However, when he relaxes he normally wears loose fitting brown or black slacks with a light jacket and running shoes.

Jewelry and Tattoos: A necklace his aunt gave him, a leather strap with a medium-sized wire wrapped Smokey quartz crystal hanging from it.

Scars: Multiple new and old scars across his arms, mostly small burn scars. As well as a few larger ones on his chest.

WHY are you a witch? Troy was introduced to Wicca by his Aunt Sasha as a way to cope with the loss of his parents and brother. Although it was a little strange for him at first, he soon grew to enjoy it and its teachings. Finding its use both relaxing and peaceful for his heart and mind.

His class schedule is:

1 – Shop Class

2 - English

3 - Math

4 – Study Period

Lunch

5 – Health

6 – Weight Training

Personality and interests

General:

Generally speaking, Troy can be categorized as the strong silent type. He enjoys working with his hands and being alone finding the company of most others to be bothersome at best. Slow to anger but when he is angry it could be summarized as a burning rage. The boy doesn’t always pick up on social ques and prefers others to be blunt with him even if it seems rude. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well. Ultimately he just wants to protect and help others. He finds joy in seeing others smile from his actions and can be very selfless towards the few people he calls friends.

Likes:

Blacksmithing

Mechanical work

Carpentry

Hiking

Swimming

Medical Training

Fall/Winter

Dislikes:

Bullies

Alcohol

Spring

Lightning Storms

Coffee

Quirks:

Normally carries a small pocket book with him for taking notes of his environment to jotting down random ideas or things to do at a later date.

Phobias:

Thalassophobia – can’t do much when he’s out in open deep water. Mostly large lakes and oceans.

Has a fear of being helpless or paralyzed in situations where he could help. As well as a deep-seated fear of forgetting the ones he loves.

Background:

Troy was born to a rather well off family in bend Oregon. His father was a manager at a manufacturing facility and his mother worked as a lawyer. He had an older brother as well that was much more outgoing and intellectually gifted compared to him. They lived in a nice ranch style home just outside the city and enjoyed outdoor activities together. A rather nice and quiet upbringing for him, that was until he was 12.

He remembers that night. Often having nightmares about it. Their family was coming back from a camping trip late one evening. They were supposed to have stayed the whole weekend out at the lake but a storm system was moving in and pushed them out of the area. That same storm caught up with them in the darkness. Now troy wasn’t afraid of storms and actually enjoyed them up until this point. For you see they weren’t alone on that stretch of high way. Another car heading in the opposite direction swerved into their lane. The driver had been drinking and decided to go for a late night drive in the company truck.

He doesn’t remember much after that. The collision gave him a concussion, internal bleeding, several broken ribs, and 3rd degree burns across his chest. His father and brother died in the crash, his mother died shortly after in the hospital. The driver of the other vehicle suffered a broken leg but was otherwise OK. Troy woke up in a hospital a week later and hardly remembered who he was or who his parents were. His aunt Sasha Warnock from Rome Georgia took him in after that, she was a personal trainer that often worked with high level athletes.

Since then, he was rather reclusive after the wreck, dealing with depression and physical therapy. It took him a year before he enrolled in school again. Even then he was still quiet, rarely responding to anything from anyone. He did his school work and went home where his aunt would teach him about Wicca and work with him through his depression.

Skills / Training:

Troy excels at anything that requires him to work with his hands. Blacksmithing, carpentry, mechanic work, landscaping, plumbing. He favors blacksmithing over the others. He is currently training on whatever medical courses he can get his hands on and holds an advanced first aid and CPR certificate. The boy also has good skills with wielding swords and axes as well as with boxing.

When it comes to spells and the like. Well, he’s a natural and a born witch he just doesn’t know it. He has an elemental gift being the blessing of fire. With this gift he always seems to be warm but never overheats and has an affinity but not an obsession with fire. Other than that he practices candle and rune magic. He is a little unsure of how much this actually helps him and others but tries his best to work with protection and luck magic.

Languages:

English

Stuff he sucks at:

He’s not all that great with communication, but he’s getting better at it. Troy can also be forgetful due to his head injury and has a hard time recalling names or faces to the point where he gives others nick names to help him remember. He’s also not always the best student when it comes to history or higher level mathematics.

Gear:

Small pocket knife.

A steel polished Zippo lighter with a pentagram engraved into one side.

A tool bag with misc. Automotive and carpentry tools.

A short sword and bearded ax that he made (Doesn’t bring them to school).

An advanced medical kit he put together (keeps it in his truck).

Home Life:

His Aunt Sasha had a fairly large sum of money from a legal settlement and lives comfortably with troy. After she had a stroke she has a caregiver that takes care of her at the house during the day and Troy takes care of her at night. She doesn’t talk much and can’t get around on her own very well. She mostly just sits in her favorite chair in the living room and either watches TV or looks out the front window. When troy is home he spends his time talking to her about his day or working the forge he built in their back yard. there is also an old shed in the back yard that's partially covered in vines, locked behind the door is an alter Sasha helped him make.

Home description:

Troy's Home

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Family Description:

Sasha Warnock - 46 – Aunt - had a stroke 6 months ago.

Victor Warnock – 45 – Father – Deceased.

Anita Warnock, Maiden name Olsen - 42 – Mother – Deceased.

Trevor Warnock - 16 – Older Brother – Deceased.

Job:

Handy man, works odd jobs around town mostly carpentry or mechanical work for less than he should but really doing it to help and have some extra pocket money.

How do you get around? Walking if it’s not time sensitive, but he does drive a blue ford ranger when he has too.

Rumors:

There is a few rumors tossed around that he is a serial killer because he is a little creepy sometimes. Another rumor is that he was in jail for a while or is in witness protection due to him never talking about his family or childhood. Because of these things and just him being intimidating with his size and constant silence he doesn’t get bullied too often. When he does it’s always something said behind his back or when the bullies approach in a group.

Nick Names:
Mostly things he thinks of to help him remember others.

Ashlyn Winters - The Phoenix - "Rise from the ashes and be born again" Hair reminds him of fire.
Jessica Bowman - The Firefly - "Dancing like a leaf on the wind" she has a natural grace about her.
Diane Mathews - The Dragon - "Her heart of fire beats with burning desire" something about her seems enchanting.
Samantha Greene - The Ifrit - "I'll look for the glow among the fiery embers of your burning soul" There's a hint of danger behind her pragmatic eyes.

The Craft

I've never been able to see auras, never seen specters or shadows in the dark, I can't project myself or see into the future or the past. Things don't talk to me and I barely feel energy but a lot of my friends can. They like it when I'm around because they've described me as like a shield somehow I help protect them from negative things. people tend to open up to me about traumatic experiences quicker even if I've only known them for a day or two. One of my friends calls me a Healer others a protector and as for a few others something along the lines of an anchor i geuss.

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@Mitheral thank you I'm thinking of making him a natural with Elemental gift, something along the line of fire blessing. Was thinking about him being more tuned towards metal working for art and focusing on more protection based things. If thats ok?

Honestly what drew me to this is because I practice Wicca. Mostly I use like candles and runes for luck and protection. But I'm aware that it's a fandom type of thing but I'll work on the character tonight.

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I am curious to know what your take would be on a male character? I understand you were wanting the original group to be girls like in the show. so I was thinking of having him just be a solitary witch and over time just sort of pick up on what's going on around him or be friends with one of them already. I'm not sure I'm just throwing ideas out there.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I thought it was just the alpha that was chargeing out?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Hobgoblin Gird

On the Hunt again >>>> Waiting to pounce /// Day 5 // Evening

Crouching and moving on all fours, Gird moved swiftly through the underbrush with purpose. The large enemy had taken off into the forest with Gina right behind it. The amount of blood and carelessness of its tracks and sign would be good enough for any of the others to follow. However, gird wasn’t following by scent or sight as the world around them grew darker. He was following the muffled yellow color of the trolls spirit and the strong green aura of what he could only assume was Gina.

Soon the yellow aura faded and Gird stopped. Listening waiting for the slightest sound or movement. The other hobgoblins and goblins were quick to telegraph their positions as they ran through the underbrush toward their friend. Still, Gird didn’t reveal himself. Sticking to the thick brush he began to move forward again, slowly and with purpose. Making sure he got the most out of his camouflage. The Hobgoblin made his way toward the hill side and the cave that lay within.

He could sense something strong in the cave. There were several other figures but one stood out above the others, a dark orange colored aura. At least that was the best way he could describe it. By the way the others were yelling and talking, he only assumed they meant to take the thing head on. Brave if not a bit stupid, they weren’t invincible after all.

Taking up a position in the nearby brush Gird would wait for the others to draw the creature out before pouncing. His plan was to try to latch onto the creatures back and begin to eat its soul. Digging his sharp claws into the thick skin of the beast and using his light bone armor to act as a spiked deterrent to dissuade any attempt for the creature to try to grab him. Hopefully the others would be able to keep the beast busy while he did what he needed to do.

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Gird's Character Stats

EXP: 12

Inventory: 1x small skull,

Clothing: Alpha rabbit loin cloth, Light bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Sharp Bite, Claws, sharp wooden spear

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike, Grave keepers Spirit, Silk Spinning,

Titles:

Blessings: Blessings of the dead, Devils luck,

Current Injuries:

Curses:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

Never give a Pixie Explosive Ordinance >>>> Incoming! /// day 8 // Evening / Location - Near and Above E 11

The sights and sounds the goblins began to make as they began their march was strange. They were being careful or at least more so then what he thought they would do. Perhaps it’s from the other reborn that is with them. These thoughts filled his head as his eyes scanned the entrance and the jumble of goblins as they piled out and into the cave.

Eyeing over the simple tools and armor they had constructed in such a short time surprised him. These goblins would make a fine work force if they could be controlled. However, his mind turned to more aggressive ideas as his eyes finally rested upon their leader in the back. Rattleskull and crispy where taking up the rear of the formation. They were close to each other but Ardur was unsure if he would get a better shot at possibly being able to hit both of them.

Grasping the rat lung bomb in hand the small pixie used Lesser Flight III and took off behind the stone pillars until he reached the wall (E11 > E14 > A14). Once there he gained as much altitude as he could and began to glide to towards the entrance (A14 > A7). He was sure that his fluttering form would either be seen or heard if he wasn’t gliding. As he came closer to his intended target of Rattleskull, the pixie charged the fire crystal and dropped it just as he had for the huge slime before with a rock.

Ardur didn’t wait around to watch the explosion or even see if he hit or not. The goblins began to form a shield wall and advance toward his friends. one smaller group with a few hammers seemed to be dealing quite a lot of damage towards a group of pixies. He was a bit upset that he was too late to aid them and continued to fly back to his pillar.

Once there, Ardur quickly realized that he had little in the way of offensive capabilities other than dropping rocks on them. With this thought in mind and remembering what Fire Resistance I gave him. The small pixie then began to practice just like Crispy showed the reborn goblin earlier in the day. Focusing on his hand to create fire, pouring his mana into his open palm before throwing whatever he could muster out towards the approaching goblins.

He was very much aware that he would be doing very little in terms of anything but at the very least it could provide a distraction and draw the goblins in closer to his friends.

@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: Full
Stamina: Full

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

Kills for current level: 1x Dire Rat, 1x Huge Slime,

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

I have returned

The Xenowar Chronicles: Hell Jumpers

Am interested but busy weekend ahead.