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James Coventry, Knight of Santa
Figured I should post something about this now: I'm in the middle of doing a completely new character. Jon pointed out some flaws in my character's backstory that are, admittedly, fairly obvious in hindsight. The idea of being one compel away from becoming a batshit crazy evil NPC with terrifying necromantic powers is also not a great one. It'll be done asap.
You have as many characters as I have usernames. D: Im just gonna call you "The Douchebag formally known as Santa's "Knight"-time Toy." :3
Leave room for a hydromancer mercenary.
I know, I know. I really should have thought it all out before posting
I'll have something non-retarded done within the next hour or two.
ALMOST-WARDEN ‘TRAITOR’ OF THE WHITE COUNCIL
JUSTICE MUST COME BEFORE ALL THINGS, EVEN THE LAW
IMPULSIVE AND FAR FROM SUBTLE
STARED INTO THE HEART OF JOTUNHEIM
ZEALOTRY IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE IS NO VICE
- Evocation [-3]
- Thaumaturgy [-3]
- The Sight [-1]
- Soulgaze [-0]
- Wizard’s Constitution [-0]
- Refinement [-2]
Mental: OOOO+1 mild consequence
Fire (+2 Power, +1 Control)
Transportation and Worldwalking (+2 Complexity) Summoning and Binding (+1 Compexity)
Staff (Fire, Spirit +1 Offensive Control)
Gauntlet (Fire, Spirit +1 Defensive Control)
James Coventry was born to a magically inclined family with a history in the White Council in the year 1989 in Cardiff. He lived a fairly typical middle-class lifestyle until the age of ten, when he first manifested some sign of magical talent. The Council was contacted and he was apprenticed to a Warden for eight years. Through his apprenticeship, his Master’s beliefs as to the nature of justice and how it related to the laws – i.e. the fact that it didn’t – rubbed off on him. While his master believed that he could bring about change from within and, despite disagreeing with aspects of it, still supported The Council with his life, James came to believe that change within the White Council was an impossibility and became increasingly convinced that he wanted no part of it. He believed in second chances for warlocks – all of them. He believed that sometimes the council used their power too much – particularly in their ‘shoot first, ask questions never’ approach to warlocks – and yet at the same time used it too little – doing nothing to deal with grey areas in the laws of magic that allowed wizards to exploit mortals ‘legally.’ Upon the completion of his trials, he was offered a place in The Wardens – the War was raging and they needed everyone they could get; a not-insignificant evocational talent didn’t hurt either. Still wishing to follow in the footsteps of his master and still seeking his approval, he took it and enrolled in Warden Training. He did moderately well but, upon completion, declined to become a warden and turned down the cloak. While still technically a Wizard under the accords, he has yet to involve himself with the White Council in any way after this – having effectively quit when it became completely clear that the system and him suffered from fundamental differences in belief. He has no love for the Council or the Wardens, seeing them both as antiquated relics that, while doing the best they can, are ultimately part of the problem. Leaving the White Council to it’s own affairs while in the middle of a war against horrific monsters due to ideological differences has earned him the aspect IMPULSIVE AND FAR FROM SUBTLE
After leaving Edinburgh and spurning the White Council, James took to wandering for a while. The White Council’s capital connects to a great many locations across the world, easily allowing him to walk a Way across continents and explore the world in a search for a purpose. His encounter with a Jotun in Reykjavik, was, however, the experience that left the most profound impact on him during this time. The Giant’s coming was foretold weeks in advance by a storm that made it impossible to travel the Ways through the area. Having arrived at the conclusion that the storm could not be natural (a conclusion that, while correct, was reached because he’s IMPULSIVE AND FAR FROM SUBTLE) he decided to try and face down the ‘monster’ responsible, unaware of what he was getting himself into. Attempting to see through the blizzard to ‘deal with’ the creature in question, he activated his Sight and stared into the heart of Jotunheim. He was the Jotunar as it truly was – the essence of jotunheim given life, a millennia-old creature of flesh and ice and berserker fury. He saw a massive wound struck through it and the terrible might of the thing that had dealt it – a hammer with the might to split the world. He saw the horrors it had committed by accident and the atrocities that had taken place upon intentionally applying itself to the task. He saw entire nations bowing to it and its ilk in worship and their destruction at the hands of beings infinitely greater than they. He sat, in dumbfounded awe, as the ancient thing passed through the city in the nevernever. It was in this that he first truly realized his place in the world – somewhere near the bottom of the food chain. He saw the terrible power of the things that prey upon man, and, at the same time, that they can be defeated. This gave him the aspect STARED INTO THE HEART OF JOTUNHEIM.
First Story's under revision to make Guest Stars work better.
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