Name: Magnus Wayland.
Age: 22.
Gender: Male.
Tarot: Judgement.
Ability: Voice of God, he has the ability to speak to the beasts of the land, the sky and the sea, to gain wisdom and knowledge and truth to help him know more. Also has the ability to magnify his voice to any volume he so chooses, he uses it as both a tool and a weapon, exploring different sounds he can make to benefit his cause.
Appearance:
But without the beard.
Personality: He tends to have a "normal" personality, talkative when he feels like it, quiet other times. He knows what to say and when to say it and when to listen and how to respond. Due to his tarot he says only truth, very rarely bending it but never to the extent of a lie, however being honest all the time has it's draw backs, sometimes he has to say things people dint necessarily want to hear. He also generally has the need to precaution someone before they do something, always telling them to heed his words. When he is not in a talkative mood he talks to little critters, he can sometimes be heard chatting to insects or rodents in the immediate area. He also has a strong respect for other creatures, living or dead and fears death not only for himself but for others as well.
Bio: Magnus was born to a religious family with no affiliations to the tarot, infect they hated them, they found them against god, thought of it as a large magical cult. He had a fairly standard childhood with a smidge of extreme religiousness, one second he'd be playing with his friends, the next he'd be punching one for going against god, that was normal life in Bethlehem. At around 12 his parents enrolled him into the priesthood where his knowledge of god and the infidel grew, it grew to such an extent that the high preists saw great use in him and started his training to become an inquisitor. he shot up the ranks of the inquisitors, from apprentice to, minor inquisitor and finally high inquisitor, the last rank before the highest, Supreme inquisitor and all before his 20th birthday.
On the eve before his twentieth birthday he was laying in bed at the boarding house, Sleeping, his chest raising and falling slowly when a dream materialized in his head. He was stood atop a desert hill, the ground below his feet hot and dry, Magnus looked to his left and there were more people atop hills, in the same inquisitor uniform and to the right was the same but below them was a sight. People, naked people, marching in the valley the hills overlooked, all blank faced, all in perfect unison and an eagle flew above them, in the direction they were traveling, a city. The words name came to Magnus' mouth without him thinking, "Damascus...".
He woke up with determination, scrawling a note onto a shred of paper he stole off into the night to catch an Arab camel caravan to Damascus. When he reached he was welcomed by the sprawling Metropalis, the smells of spices and horse dung a constant in every street. He was unfamiliar with the city but at the same time felt as if he knew it back to front. so he walked, spending hours in the back streets of Damascus following a path he knew and didn't know at the same time, until he came across a building. It felt out of place among the much larger, grander buildings around, it looked to have been a much older building, a bank possibly. As he walked up it's stairs he noticed people seemed to materialize out of the air around him, they were chatting and drinking tea and enjoying themselves.
"Magnus," a voice in his mind said, Magnus turned to see a large robed man with a faceless head, "I have been expecting you. And so began his adventure as a member of the Tarot, learning and becoming one, linking it to his past life, until he got his card at the age of 22
Other: None I can think of.