Name: Ellias "Talisman" Deranger
Credit goes to Shyaoyan of Deviant Art for the reference Picture
"When all else fails, purge it with fire."
Occupation: Freelance Magi
Gear: A small dagger , a hidden satchel on either side of his belt underneath his over shirt: One containing gold coins and small items of value ; The other containing multiple small leather bags full of reagents for rituals and high level spells that he does not have mastery over , A travel pack for rations, bedding , and a few essential camping supplies, and various magical items of small size.
Skills: Ellias has completed his first pilgrimage, and thus he has mastery over a range of spells. Though he possesses a wide range of utility tricks, his best quality is combat magic. He has an affinity for wind and fire magic, furthered by the symbols tattooed on the palms of his hands and the smaller trails of symbols spiraling around his fore arms (Which is why he wears long gloves, as most people frown upon sacrificing their own flesh to further their own means.). He has the most rudimentary and basic control over the other two primal elements, no more so that anyone who has not completed their first pilgrimage.
Since he was young, no more so that twelve summers, Ellias had been swept up early into the chaotic environment of one of the many Magi Schools, a place dedicated to providing knowledge and bettering each individuals magic skills. Most classes were taught rudimentary things such as Court Elegance , proper speech , reading and writing. Some of the most famous court wizards came from these schools. Ellias wasn't much interested in that. The special study courses had a wide range of teachers, each taken in those with the affinities for their particular subject. Ellias on the other had was a special case. The first remarkable thing his teachers and peers noticed were his all white eyes, usually that indicated blindness. But Ellias could see as well as any man. The second thing, noticed in the months that were to come for young Ellias, was the fact that he was something of a prodigy. It's very rare that a person is born with the ability to effectively cast two primal elements. Wind and Fire the most uncommon combination. Wind Magic for the most part, fuels fire magic, and having both with a strong presence in a person's body usually resulted in death. They also figured the oddness of his eyes was indeed due to the rare combination of magic.
Ellias studied harder than everyone else, even the subjects he hated. It was expected of him, and forced upon him, as many of the staff were convinced he would be a court wizard some day. He also worked harder at his magical control studies, his magic tending to explode around him sporadically as one fed off the other. Many injuries and healing sessions later Ellias had been able to sustain a single influence of his magic for a short time. He could create a breeze, or summon a flame on his fingertip. Of course, these were things most of the other students could do easily, and thus he was subjected to endless taunting and harassment. For Ellias, the school wasn't helping him. The progress he made was so minuscule it's like he wasn't doing anything at all. The years past, his mentors came and went, some giving up, others refusing to take on the unteachable prodigy.
It was like any other day for Ellias, spending his time in one of the great libraries reading to pass the time. While other kids were out practicing magic and having fun, Ellias was sitting on a moderately comfortable chair and reading a book, some teachings from some wizard. It was then that a man by the name of Thomas Greenwood entered. He was middle aged, dark haired, and stocky compared to the frail frame of Ellias. In fact, he was so used to mentors coming and going that he barely even looked up. Until he recognized the name from a book he had read years ago. Thomas Greenwood happened to be one of the people with dual primal element magic, his being earth and fire. While not fuel for one another earth and fire worked in harmony, Thomas Greenwood most famous for the molten slag he could create, as hot as volcanic lava.
The man had been specially requested by one of the teachers , who helped him with his court elegance classes , who had taken pity on the poor boy. Thomas Greenwood became Ellias' mentor, promising him things that all the others had promised. Indeed, Ellias had very little hope. His hope faded further as the man appeared to be crazy. For the first two weeks they got up at sunrise, and went in a sundown. But they practiced no magic. Sometimes they would meditate while the sun rose, other times they would play. They would laugh and talk and picnic out on the hilltop, the only time Ellias spent at the schools nowadays was to sleep. Even that changed. Thomas came to Ellias early one morning, telling him to pack his stuff, that today his training began. They hit the road, not having anyone to wave goodbye too, still Ellias had a big grin on his face.
They made it about five feet down the road before chunks of rock spewed out of the ground and formed themselves around Ellias' wrists and ankles. Instantly pulling him to the ground. Thomas told him that he had forgotten something back in Ellias' room, and then he wanted him to go get it. Ellias begged, questioned, and pleaded for half an hour, unable to move. Thomas said he would wait there as long as it took. And he did, it took an entire day for Ellias to drag himself into the school, facing the judgement and laughter of his peers. In the end Ellias' had retrieved the talisman that Thomas had left. Thomas placed the talisman on Ellias' head and immediately the rock cuffs vanished. Actually, they were still there, they just weren't heavy. Thomas explained that now Ellias' knew the flame of friendship, and the burning words of his peers. The fiery tingles that coursed through his abused muscles. So, they walked.
Ellias traveled all over, amulet around his neck, the rock cuffs on his wrists. After a time, the questions and odd looks people gave him no longer bothered him. Though he did wash, as best he could, in rivers and such, he could not change his clothes. They were tattered and full of holes, and he did not care. Still they practiced no magic, only traveled the land. The only catch however was that Thomas would have Ellias stand in a spot each week, and point, and no matter the path that did or did not exist before them, that's how they traveled. In straight, sporadic lines. Thomas taught him many things, how to hunt, to survive in the wild. About herbs and berries, how to tell direction and time of day.
One day Thomas sat Ellias down, out in a lonely field, devoid of anything but dirt and rocks. With a sigh Thomas smiled, telling Ellias what a good student he was. Not only did Ellias fully grasp the concept humility, but also the hidden teaching of apathy. Just as the fire is feared and hated as it burn's away someone's lively hood, so had Ellias been. Thomas motioned towards the sky overhead, or rather, the gentle breeze blowing past. Now Ellias knew what it was like to be a free spirit, to travel any which way he pleased. Just as the wind passes through all obstacles, changing direction freely, so had Ellias. With a snap of Thomas' fingers the rock cuffs shattered. Ellias offered the amulet back to Thomas, who shook his head, explaining that the amulet's enchantment had slowly faded over the course of a couple months. Ellias kept the amulet, looking down in disbelief at himself. Thomas spoke, his words reminding Ellias that magic can do anything, and so could he. He commanded Ellias to stand, and Ellias obeyed. He demanded Ellias use the fire inside himself. The burning rage, the blazing agony of mockery, all of the anger Ellias had held onto burst forth from his hand, exploding in a horizontal column of flame that seared a path across the earth, leaving patches of the dirty smoldering and on fire. From his other hand he felt the gracefulness of his wind magic separate itself and spewing out in razor thin blades that shredded a rock to pieces.
Over the years Thomas taught him magic until his first pilgrimage came. The journey was long and difficult, dangerous at time but with Thomas around it wasn't too bad for the most part, and Ellias learned a lot. The land was at peace and travel was easy. Sometimes they wandered aimlessly, occasionally in the wrong direction. But by the end of the year, they had made it and had already gone back home, now working on some improvement to Thomas' little cabin house. Months later a girl came by, one that Ellias had met during his journey. Although the had eventually parted in opposite directions, having only met once, he remember her. She said she had just taken up a living her after completing her pilgrimage and had heard he lived a few miles out of town. Over a couple more years Ellias nurtured his relationship with this woman, going from friends, to lovers, to husband and wife, to husband and pregnant wife.
Thomas was growing older, but he was still the same man. He and Ellias and toiled endlessly, Thomas always calling for "Talisman" to come give him this tool or that as they added onto his little cabin. That was the nickname he had called Ellias since the pilgrimage, jokingly at first but it had stuck. It never really bothered Ellias as Thomas was the only one who called him that. The little cabin turned into a fine house, and with the expectation of children, a grand two story that had even been painted. Eventually the baby came, Ellias' only friend in the world, best friend at that, helping deliver his wife's baby was the best thing he could ask for. Time passed and the child was four, just like his father he was something of a prodigy. Occasionally he would sneeze a flame here and there. His daughter, did I mention Ellias' wife had twins, would pass gas and blow everything off of a shelf. With the children turning six, and only a few months until Ellias and his wife would begin their second pilgrimage, Thomas agreed to watch the kids until they returned.
Ellias was spending days looking for the best prices, gathering powders and reagents and all sorts of things. Rumor had it that the treaty was on unstable terms with the eastern peoples of the sands. Ellias' wanted to be prepared, swift, and return home before winter. This time it would be all about business. That was until he saw the smoke. The cabin was on fire, and nobody was around except for two shadows running off into the night. All Ellias could make out is one of the men had an eye tattooed on his forehead, surrounded by the sun, and was dressed in strange garments. He sat there for hours on his knees, crying until he could cry no more. Blaming himself for leaving, for being unable to use water, or earth, for being born a being of destruction. Blaming himself, for giving his son the magic of fire, for refusing to let the schools have him at such a young age. But in reality he knew the truth, those were plunderers from the east. Nearly famous for plundering food and wealth, and taken upon themselves any woman of their fancy before eliminating all the witnesses.
One day, he would find the man, and with the second pilgrimage at hand. He would not only be traveling, but his power would increase substantially.