Race: Human/Planeswalker
Age (estimated if needed): 34
Appearance:
Personality: Clam. collected, focused. He has an air about him as one who has seen it all, and is very willing to share some of what he knows to those he trusts
Alignment: True Neutral
Universe: Nevisin
Powers?: He can see the "Paths" of the astrial plane in the material plane (allowing him to teleport with near pinpoint accuracy), extended life span
Magic: Force Magic, Spacial manipulation (Dimension door/ teleportation like magic)
Specialties: Frontline fighting, spellsword tactics
Special weapons?: Aeterna - A broad-bladed Ranseur, it is made of a dark wood and an adamantine blade, stylized with a silver inlay. Three ghostly ribbons emanate from below the head of the weapon, pale words appear scrawled on the ribbons
Strengths:
*Adept Fighter
*Powerful Magic user
*Wide spectrum of knowledge
Weaknesses:
*Has been marked by his passage through the Astrial Vale (his eyes and the tendrils of power)
*secretive
*Long, drawn out fights can leave him in a magically exhausted state
Bio: Savin's history begins far longer ago than his 36 years would suggest, his birthplace was a world by the name of Nevisin, the land itself was infused with the magic of the world, and so the natural races of the world were as well. Savin grew up in a small village, about three hours out of the way from a large city, his home was a small cabin like shack, situated on the edge of town. His Father and Mother were both adept magicians, who took to teaching Savin what they knew. As he grew, he learned secrets and old whispers of power, about how the power of Nevisin had drawn the Astrial Vale (another name for the Astrial plane) close and certain individuals could harness this power to traverse great distances with and eye blink, and who were said to be great warriors that had served the empires of old, until their disappearance at the fall.
Entranced by these stories Savin began to pour himself into his studies. As he grew older he let his parents in search of more powerful and old sources of knowledge, to this end he delved deep into various cities archives and the ruins of all the old empires. He grew as he studied, learning and mastering the secrets of those long dead until one day when he was approached by an old, blind monk. He leaned heavily on his dark wood staff, his cloudy eyes never leaving the young man, he began to speak to Savin, expressing a wish to join him on his next delve into the ruins. At first Savin was cautious about the old man, no matter what he told him the old man was hiding something, but he agreed hesitantly. After a few days he and the old man reached his next delve site, the ruins of the old capitol of the First Empire, now what seemed like little more than a few ruined walls and arches. But the ruins above hid the massive network of tunnels below, each was once a roadway of a home, but now they had surrendered to the passage of time. It was through these tunnels he and the old man walked though, the torch light flickering off of old architecture and writings. Though he remained silent, Savin noticed that the old man was smiling for most of the delve, his eyes never leaving Savin. As they reached what remained of the old library, the old man lagged behind, allowing Savin to traverse what remained himself. As he read, Savin came across more and more references to beings called "Planeswalkers", their stories slowly matching up with the legends. After what seemed like days, Savin was confidant in his gathered research and abilities that he began to attempt to move across into the Asrial Vale, the old man looking on. After a few moments of concentrating a feeling like that of warm water spread spread across the young mage. Opening his eyes he saw it, the vale stood before him, and in it was a mirror world or at least a mirror library, in which armored figures walked among the stacks of scrolls, in and out of the tower, their faces hidden by their hood. He was stunned for a moment until he heard a familiar voice come from behind him. "Welcome, young one." He turned around to see an ornately armored figure breach the Vale behind him, gripping a lethal weapon, wing like tendrils of buzzing power spreading from behind it, the figure seemed timeless. Yet it spoke with the voice of an old man.
Days stretched into weeks, weeks into years as Savin trained within the mirror fortress. His eyes blurred, yet he saw more, the shifting strands of the Vale becoming clear to him, his power crystallizing, in the shifting fluxes, into the tendrils of the Planeswalkers, his armor becoming a second skin. He grew strong, and in time was assigned to one of the top squads. This was when he had his first taste of what the Planeswalkers did. Called into a battle the phased into the field, the chaotic sounds of war replacing the dull, near silence of the Vale. They waded through the combat, making their way in a bloody path to the commanders of the armies. In this Savin learned the the Planeswalkers were more than soldiers, and watchers, they were peace keepers in a fashion. They removed the leaders, killing a few, so that the armies were forced to with draw and eventually disband under threat of the Walkers, to save the many.
As he returned to the Vale, Savin was greeted by the old man, who had become his mentor and he later learned was named Jagri. After they had exchanged a few words, Jagri led him into the main hall where the grand Masters stood. After kneeling to each he was invited to stand, upon which he saw a large book situated in front of him, the names of the Planswalkers lining its pages, a pen and ink rested next to it. Stepping forward he signed his name at the first blank zone, after which each grand master in turn bowed to him, signifying his becoming a full Walker. After the ceremony Jagri presented him with his weapon, saying that he wouldn't need it anymore, as he was takeing a more passive role, and that it would be put to better use in the hands of a warrior. Savin accepted the weapon after some convincing by his teacher. He proceeded to serve for years, steadily rising in the Walkers ranks.