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Mana Personal Name: Emon Hashimoto Age: Twenty-One, June 16th, X765 Gender: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Class: Battlemage Offensive Spell Price 0.5x Self-Buff Speed Spell Price 1.5x Supplementary Spell Price 2x Race: N/A Rank: D-rank Guild: Blue Pegasus Tattoo: Off White with bluish tint, Left side of rib cage Face: Victor Nikiforov, Yuri on Ice Appearance Height: 5'8" Weight: 120lbs. Hair: Platinum Blonde Eyes: Icey-Blue Overall: Through his blinding blonde locks the pure icy skies could be seen in his eyes. His pale skin so fragile and cold, a mesmerizing smirk painted across his mouth indefinitely. Though Emon stood at an average height, his personality had made it easy for him to stand out in a crowd. The elegance of his smile and his perfect posture made him seem like a mountain among men. The feminine shape of his body caused even the most masculine of men to become confused. Emon was different, he stood out, but even so his beauty glimmered like those fiery balls of light in the night sky. The only way to describe Emon in all of his grace, was simply "Emon". Extra: Two ear-piercings in both earlobes. Usually adorned with some kind of shimmery stud. Personality Personality: The boy with the kind eyes. This was how many described Emon. His willingness to listen, and his eagerness to succeed. He had his mothers drive and his fathers empathy. Though no person was perfect, its what makes them human. After the lose of his parents, Emon had sunk into a deep hole within himself. His thirst for success and his competitive nature overthrowing some of his compassion. After his mothers demise he had felt as if he wasn't good enough, like he would never be good enough. So he drove himself into a place of untruthfulness. He swept his grief under the rug and became this pinnacle of perfection, or so it would seem. Those on the outside would call him a perfect student, a perfect friend, the perfect lover. But they have been deceived. Tricked by the armor that he had plated himself with. They fell for this facade of happiness and stability. As we all know, things are not always as they seem, and that was a perfect description of Emon's internal being. In truth he was a a child gasping for air, a moth attempting to fly with a broken wing. Struggling so painfully and so pitifully. For those that truly knew Emon, it was hard to look into hes "kind eyes" without wanting to collapse. Collapse at the thought of his pain, the potency of his misery too much to hold on a persons heart. Though he was like a limping fawn, he had never felt vengeful. Never wished harm on those that had caused his suffering. He simply wanted to be better, feel better. Help cleanse the world of its sins and allow for it to regrow. It was unclear how long his armor would go undamaged, but the boy with kind eyes has truly fooled them all. Likes:
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Magic Magic Name: Astral Manipulation Magic Element: Light Magic Magic Description: Astral Manipulation is a magic form that allows the caster to form astral energy into spells. The appearance of the magic is a deep bluish-purple and is filled with glimmering dust that resemble the stars in a night sky. This form of magic is among a more rare type of energy and is rather spectacular to watch. The appearance of the magic is so flashy and intriguing that many casters with this type of magic perform for audiences rather then using it any any sort of combat. But when channeled correctly and controlled by a devoted mage the power of Astral energy is immense. (Can use Offensive, Self-buff, and Supplementary spells) History History: Luxury was a word that had littered Emon's life. The luxury to laugh, the luxury to cry, the luxury to live his childhood as a mindless child. There was little devastation in his early years. A beautiful mother who worked very hard to give him his whole world. A passionate committed father who devoted his every waking moment to his son. They had seemed unbreakable, unattainable in this world of corruption. But there small bout of perfection could only last so long. At the age of twelve Emon's father had died in a horrific incident. An incident where two mage rivals had bumped into each other near the bakery where his father worked. Emon's father was a protective mage, training himself in protection magic. Emon's father was ind and just, and would sacrifice himself for those in danger. The two mages were reckless, aimlessly striking at one another so violently and with no awareness of those around them. A stray bolt of lightning had shimmered from their battle and toward the wide-eyes of a little toddler girl. All that could be heard were the shrills of those watching as Emon's father leapt in front of the bolt. His life swiftly taken from him. It was that day when Emon's life shuttered. His mother no longer as warm as she once was. Her time so devoted to work that not even her own son could pull her from the depths of her depression. It wasn't long before she took her own life, the burden of losing her one true companion too much to bare. Emon was left alone, afraid and with no where to turn. It was then that he made an oath, an oath to become a powerful mage, to stop those that use magic so recklessly. To protect the innocent and punish those who are vengeful and careless. The lion must lay with the lamb, in harmony and love. For those lions that harm the lamb, true devastation resides. Reference: N/A |
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