Name:“Tack” Darzi-Aahil

Age and Year: 16, Junior

Gender: Male


**Stands at about 6'4" with a lanky build. Art by pikachu-slut

Personality: Tack almost never talks--even as a child he had been strikingly mute. Because of this, he’s learned to be resourceful when communicating or acting fast on his feet, and he’s rather clever when his mind isn't on a string he's fiddling with. Most of the time, he’s amiable, laid back, and helpful, if not a bit unassuming. He's very awkward in almost any situation, flighty to an extreme, and his surprisingly sassy sense of humor can be offensive at times, if you catch onto it despite the silence. All in all, he's a rather simple soul.

Zodiac: Pisces

Zodiac powers:

Omnilingualism--This isn't much use when you’re three steps away from being completely mute. However, when he was a child he was moving from country to country quite a bit, and it was interesting how that never seemed to affect his ability to understand what was going on around him.

Empathy-- He can sense the life-energy of living things and can tell by the level of vibration they’re giving off what state of mind they’re in.

Water manipulation-- It’s affected by his emotions, and he doesn’t have much control over it. Vases and pipes explode when he’s angry. He can, however, weave lines of water through his fingers like he does thread.

Alignment later on: good

History: Born in Baghdad to a couple of traveling artisans, Tack is used to moving around. He doesn't remember much about his childhood--maybe a memory of spending half the summer in London, the rest in Ecuador--and since no one really told him, he doesn't know what happened to his parents.
He remembers that on his tenth birthday, he’d been in a small café in France, meeting a new foster family. One of his potential guardians (a pinch-nosed woman) had grabbed his wrist and pulled her to him, and found the little white mouse he’d been hiding in his shirt pocket. She grabbed his poor friend a little too roughly, and Tack felt something snap inside; when a pipe burst above her head he realized he might be stranger than he had previously thought.
At sixteen, Tack spends most of his time alone, selling artsy weaves of deserts on Etsy and doing just about nothing (usually.) When he heard about the Academy, he realized it was probably better than living off his current “guardian's” money in a rundown apartment in Berlin. And here we are.

(without the horns for normal and for the goat-human side, the beginning stage.)