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[i]Ironic, the sky was my prison, and now these chains are my freedom.[/i]

Name: Ezzeil Makarov
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Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6'1

Mage Type: Warlock

Magic: Enchantment, Conjuration of inanimate objects, and Manipulation.

Bio: Ezzeil was born the bastard son of a noble. His father had been an influential, and powerful lightning sorcerer, manipulating electricity with ease. And his mother was a peasant, a girl who'd since birth been able to manipulate storms, and rains. At birth, Ezzeil had been given extraordinary powers, he'd seemingly been gifted a natural control over storms, he'd been born a druid. However, his powers hadn't manifested immediately. The mother had cared for the child in secret, while the father visited in secrecy. Oddly enough, Ezzeil had shown no magical talent. And, with time the father's curiosity of how such was possible began into rage at what he thought was a betrayal.

On Ezzeil's eighth birthday his father showed up, red faced from too much alcohol. He ignored the child, heading straight for Ezzeil's mother, and with a mixture of rage, and alcohol he grabbed her by the throat, and sent his electricity throughout her body, making her convulse, and shake before all that was left was a lump, and the odor of burning flesh. 

Ezzeil stared at his father, only feeling rage and with a tremendous [i]CLAP[/i] his father transformed into a brilliant mixture of yellow, orange, and red. [i]He'd killed his own father.[/i] Feeling only sorrow, he fled into the clouds, his new found powers paving him a pathway into the skies. 

For years, he stared down at people, wherever he walked he brought about a storm, each step bringing lightning, and each clap bringing thunder. He knew of no way to return down to the land he'd once called home, and found he was forever held prisoner by his powers, seemingly destined to remain in the sky. People would sometimes stare into the storms he brought, seeing the clouds, and very rarely a glimpse of a child, walking among them. And, thus they nicknamed him [i]The Child of The Storm.[/i] 

The whispers of this so called child reached the ears of a powerful deity, known as Catena(Chain), she was a deity, forever seeking more power, and with her newest interest, she began observing this child of the storm, whilst thinking of how to obtain this young one's powers. It hadn't taken her long to find her answer. 

For, whenever she'd observed him, he'd always been staring down in envy at the people below, almost jealous of them. And so, she approached the now teenage boy. "It is freedom you seek, yes? Freedom from these black clouds, and the freedom to walk among men?" He hadn't even bothered looking up to she who had approached.

"Of course, and yet I can't escape my own power" His strength, soon enough it would belong to her.

"Then perhaps I could offer you a deal? A deal to remove your worries, and ease your bonds. A deal to allow you to walk among those who you spy down at with envy." This had pulled his attention away from down below, and now upon her face. With a grin stretching from ear to ear he'd asked only one question,

"What do I need to do?"

In return for his abilities, he'd been bound to the earth, given two black keyhole's on either wrist, and a golden key. Now, he's set his sights on Crescent Academy in hopes that he can develop these new gifts among the people he once walked above.

Other: Ezzeil currently has an inability to cast or maintain spells with a distance longer than 1 foot, excluding enchantments which are bound to objects. 
 Inserting the key into the keyholes on either of his wrists will give Ezzeil a gamble. One keyhole will restore his powers as a Druid, and break their contract, and the other will gift Catena the one thing he hadn't given her, his life.
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