Gwydion
Sept 14, 2019 12:41:35 GMT -6
Post by Gwydion on Sept 14, 2019 12:41:35 GMT -6
Name: Gwydion
Class: Pupil
Dragon Element:
Age: 15
Born in: Ilia
Appearance: Gwydion looks mostly unassuming, a little short for his age with the typical build of someone whose pastimes and activities mostly revolve around reading and other less physical tasks. Both his hair and eyes are shades of brown, though the former tends to be kept in a half-attempt to make it look presentable.
Gwydion usually wears clothing best suited for the snowy climate of his homeland, wearing a thick hooded cloak to keep him warm. Underneath he quite often carries a satchel holding books, and whatever other bits and bobs he chooses to carry on his person. The rest of his clothing is simple and unassuming, a regular shirt, trousers and shoes.
Personality: Gwydion is eager to learn, enthralled by magic and excited at the prospect of knowing more about it. He admires people of great prowess and skill, using them as motivation to improve himself, especially looking up to his brother, who first inspired Gwydion to take up the path of the mage. His love of the arcane often means he uses it for things where a mundane method would work just as well.
Gwydion has little experience of the world itself, never having been outside of Ilia’s borders and spending most of his time in the safety of either his home or the magic academy he attends. This has left him somewhat naive and overly trusting, and though heeding his parents’ words about the dangers of strangers, may still take things at face value.
As a practitioner of Anima magic, Gwydion’s personality and actions can subtly shift depending on what elemental magic he utilises. However, the effects of the beginner magic that he has learned from the Trinity tome are too weak to have a particularly noticeable effect.
History: Gwydion was born to a simple commoner family, their second child. In the harsh, snowy climate of Ilia, his parents did what they could with the land, farming what little they could. His brother travelled the land as a mercenary, returning to share what earnings he could spare. Inspired by his sibling’s talents in magic, Gwydion resolved to follow in his footsteps, begging his brother to teach him the basics of the arcane arts when he was at home.
As soon as he was old enough, Gwydion enrolled at one of Ilia’s magical academies, taking up the art of Anima magic to follow in the footsteps of his idol. He took to it quickly, pouring hours into poring over books relating to the magical field.
NPC fight: Gwydion stood in the snowy grounds of the academy, staring at his opponent who stood on the other side. Around them were spectators; fellow classmates either awaiting their turn to spar, or watching the remaining students clash with bolts of fire and lightning.
“Begin!” shouted the instructor, his voice loud and commanding. Wanting the get the first move in, Gwydion quickly hurries to summon a small bolt of flame, feeling the spirits help shape the mana he brought out of his body into what he needed. It was slow, slower than an expert would have shaped it, but nobody here - barring their tutor - was an expert. His peer had enough time to shape a blast of wind, the two elements clashing and sending a wave of warm air across the class, the snow slightly melting in the heat.
Gwydion’s fellow pupil had wasted no time in following up with another spell, and the boy scrambled to send a ball of lightning hurtling towards his opponent. With a yelp, she manages to avoid the worst of Gwydion’s attack, though the break in focus had made the trajectory of her spell - a streak of fire - slightly off, just catching him on the arm.
PC fight: Gwydion tried to take long, deep breaths to calm himself as he looked on his foe. This was different from the spars at the academy, where he knew the students he faced, their tactics and capabilities known to him. Focus. Analyse what they do, try to keep them at bay whilst you do, then work with that. He gives a stoic nod, mostly to steel himself and lock in his plan. Another exhale, then he strikes, conjuring a burst of wind that attempts to slam into [PC Name]. He had rushed through the process, faster than he’d ever properly gone before, and his spell certainly suffered for it. But quality wasn’t what he wanted right now, but the speed to deal blows before his enemy could close the gap.
Class: Pupil
Dragon Element:
Age: 15
Born in: Ilia
Appearance: Gwydion looks mostly unassuming, a little short for his age with the typical build of someone whose pastimes and activities mostly revolve around reading and other less physical tasks. Both his hair and eyes are shades of brown, though the former tends to be kept in a half-attempt to make it look presentable.
Gwydion usually wears clothing best suited for the snowy climate of his homeland, wearing a thick hooded cloak to keep him warm. Underneath he quite often carries a satchel holding books, and whatever other bits and bobs he chooses to carry on his person. The rest of his clothing is simple and unassuming, a regular shirt, trousers and shoes.
Personality: Gwydion is eager to learn, enthralled by magic and excited at the prospect of knowing more about it. He admires people of great prowess and skill, using them as motivation to improve himself, especially looking up to his brother, who first inspired Gwydion to take up the path of the mage. His love of the arcane often means he uses it for things where a mundane method would work just as well.
Gwydion has little experience of the world itself, never having been outside of Ilia’s borders and spending most of his time in the safety of either his home or the magic academy he attends. This has left him somewhat naive and overly trusting, and though heeding his parents’ words about the dangers of strangers, may still take things at face value.
As a practitioner of Anima magic, Gwydion’s personality and actions can subtly shift depending on what elemental magic he utilises. However, the effects of the beginner magic that he has learned from the Trinity tome are too weak to have a particularly noticeable effect.
History: Gwydion was born to a simple commoner family, their second child. In the harsh, snowy climate of Ilia, his parents did what they could with the land, farming what little they could. His brother travelled the land as a mercenary, returning to share what earnings he could spare. Inspired by his sibling’s talents in magic, Gwydion resolved to follow in his footsteps, begging his brother to teach him the basics of the arcane arts when he was at home.
As soon as he was old enough, Gwydion enrolled at one of Ilia’s magical academies, taking up the art of Anima magic to follow in the footsteps of his idol. He took to it quickly, pouring hours into poring over books relating to the magical field.
NPC fight: Gwydion stood in the snowy grounds of the academy, staring at his opponent who stood on the other side. Around them were spectators; fellow classmates either awaiting their turn to spar, or watching the remaining students clash with bolts of fire and lightning.
“Begin!” shouted the instructor, his voice loud and commanding. Wanting the get the first move in, Gwydion quickly hurries to summon a small bolt of flame, feeling the spirits help shape the mana he brought out of his body into what he needed. It was slow, slower than an expert would have shaped it, but nobody here - barring their tutor - was an expert. His peer had enough time to shape a blast of wind, the two elements clashing and sending a wave of warm air across the class, the snow slightly melting in the heat.
Gwydion’s fellow pupil had wasted no time in following up with another spell, and the boy scrambled to send a ball of lightning hurtling towards his opponent. With a yelp, she manages to avoid the worst of Gwydion’s attack, though the break in focus had made the trajectory of her spell - a streak of fire - slightly off, just catching him on the arm.
PC fight: Gwydion tried to take long, deep breaths to calm himself as he looked on his foe. This was different from the spars at the academy, where he knew the students he faced, their tactics and capabilities known to him. Focus. Analyse what they do, try to keep them at bay whilst you do, then work with that. He gives a stoic nod, mostly to steel himself and lock in his plan. Another exhale, then he strikes, conjuring a burst of wind that attempts to slam into [PC Name]. He had rushed through the process, faster than he’d ever properly gone before, and his spell certainly suffered for it. But quality wasn’t what he wanted right now, but the speed to deal blows before his enemy could close the gap.