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Ardur The Pixie

Incoming! >>>> Poking the bear again /// day 8 // Evening / Location - E11 > J11

Ardur rested quietly. The warmth in his hands had grown slightly but it wasn't enough. Perhaps if he pushed himself to some next level through either determination or danger. Maybe then he could achieve what he was looking to gain. For now however, the pixie had another problem. The goblins were still pushing forward and Rattle skull seemed to have gone into some sort of rage and swung wildly around.

If the old stories of barbarians and their rage was true giving him strength but less intelligence. Maybe just maybe he could goad him into trying to attack him and follow him toward the others and their trap. They were not too far away and his crystals where over there as well. "Hmm I guess it’s about time I got a little dramatic then" he thought to himself.

Climbing further up from his perch and out of line of sight of the big hairy goblin. Ardur got some distance between himself and the goblin. Muttering a quick prayer, "Sun god give me luck so I may help my friends." With a few deep breaths to calm his anxiety and adrenaline the pixie spoke, almost yelling at the goblin leader below. "How does it feel to get your skull rattled coward!?" casting shield I on himself and dropping from the ceiling, so he would be more visible the pixie floated in the air glaring at the goblin leader.

"OI! I'm talking to you weakling. Look at that burned mess you've become, how goblins could ever follow someone so small!" slowly he started to drift back towards the bonfire and the trap that laid in wait. "Even now they question your leadership because you’re getting challenged by a dam pixie! What is that supposed to say about you when you don't even strike fear into the weakest creature here?!"

Figuring that was enough Ardur used his Lesser Flight III to retreat back towards the others. He didn't stay high this time. No, this time Ardur stayed low opting to dodge, dip, duck, dive, and dodge any incoming attack from the hairy goblin. The small pixie wasn’t moving as fast as he could as well, deception is everything. You can’t judge what you can’t see. At the end of this little charade, if he made it to the bonfire. Ardur would drop and slide along the ground feigning stamina loss and hopefully drawing the brute into the trap using himself as bait.

A risky move but there were many others like him and if he did end up dying, at least he could easily be replaced. All he could do after that was hope his comrades were in place to launch their counter offensive.

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Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: 3/4
Stamina: 3/4

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,

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I added nicknames that troy will use/uses for all of the other characters. he subconsciously uses names that have some meaning or connection with fire.

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The hard wood floor was cold to the touch as he swung himself out of bed. Nightmares of burning cars and screams woke him up early, sweat drenching his blankets. The electronic clock on his dresser read 5:30 Am. A bit early, but he did have a job to do at the school. So he figured he would take a shower and maybe get something to eat. The school janitor had a ride along mower that blew a head gasket. Normally his shop teacher or the janitor fixes these things. However, troy offered to help fix it for extra credit and some community service hours. Anything to get him out of math and English really.

The staff agreed, and he was supposed to arrive at the school an hour early. He was only a 15-min drive from the school and didn’t mind getting up early. Making a couple fried eggs and potatoes, Troy quickly ate his breakfast and washed the dishes he used before taking a cold shower and headed out the door. Wearing his usual blue jeans with oil and grease stains and an old green t-shirt with a few small holes in it. His hair was a little messy and his short beard was a doing its own thing as usual.

The drive to the school was uneventful as always. A noticeable chill warned of the end of summer and the colder days to come. The next few hours flew by pretty quick. Troy put on his Grey coveralls with his name stitched into it, a gift from his aunt he keeps in his locker there. The shop teacher Mr. Wright was always informative with whatever task they were undertaking. Even had a beautiful vocabulary when things weren’t going his way. Then before he knew it the lawnmower was fixed and he had a short break before lunch.

Standing in line waiting for food the tall young man was still wearing his coveralls, but he at least washed his hands. His face was still covered in dirt with marks of oil and grease, his fingernails still had dirt under them, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. However, once he got to the first lunch lady she looked him over with a frown, “Troy. Why do you feel like you can’t wash your face off before getting into my chow line?” she had her hands on her hips and looked mildly annoyed.

“Sorry ma’am, I’ll try to clean up better next time. But Mr. Wright and I got the lawn mower working again.” He answered her question with a smile. At least he had a good reputation with the staff here. Most of them were aware of his past and what he’s been through thanks to his aunt.

The older lady dropped her arms and sighed shaking her head, “Alright as long as you were helping him out I guess I can’t blame you for that.” She stopped and pointed her spatula at him, “but next time you better not come in here lookin like you just rolled around in an oil pan, ya hear.”

All he could do was smile as she started piling on food onto his plate, “Yes Ma’am.” Mashed potatoes, two small mystery meat fired steaks and some green beans. They were even kind enough to give him a little extra today. Turning around with his food in hand his eyes drifted over the cafeteria and the open tables. A few tables had open spots but didn’t seem to welcoming. The jocks and popular kid’s seemed to have conquered their own tables like usual but seemed to be staring at another table a little ways away. The occasional glares were enough to spark his protective instincts.

Finding where they were looking he could see a group of four girls a couple tables away. He recognized most of them but couldn’t remember their names other than phoenix, because of her red hair, which he was also aware wasn’t her name. He couldn’t remember if he gave the other’s nicknames. The one new girl he did hear about something about scrapyard Jane? That didn’t sound right. O well, Troy opted to sit at a table near the four where he could see them and the jocks.

While not staring at either table directly, he was well aware that the jocks were capable of violence against the opposite sex. Two weeks into his first year here he almost ended the star quarterback’s chances of a football career. Walking in on him being rough with his girlfriend at the time and stopping him, almost broke his arm. There wasn’t anything big that came of that discipline wise. Troy just now has a target on his back when it comes to the jocks and cheer leaders. However, that was old news for most of them. For now, Troy would spend his time eating and occasionally jotting something down in his notebook as he glanced at the two tables completely unaware of the crystal necklace that slipped out of his coveralls.

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Lol ill have a post up in a couple hours or so. I mean im 6'5 irl and the two nicknames that have stuck so far is Tiny and ogre.

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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?