Richard Dowle

Still unchosen

16

Natural Magical Ability: Richard is a Homo Magi, and thus has a predisposition to magical talent. He can cast spells via incantation, perform basic magical acts such as levitation and card tricks, or use things like sigils, runes, or magical artifacts to boost his abilities.
Precognition: Though not common, Richard has shown the ability to perceive events before they happen, typically through dreams. His biggest issue with this ability so far, is that he can't yet tell if something is a dream or a vision, which hinders the usefulness of this power.
Equipment
Spellbook Collection: He has a fairly large library of books that he's gathered through a variety of means. Some he's found on the Internet, obscure occult forums littered with dark, evil things, others from flee markets with people who had no idea what they had. Many of his books are in old, archaic languages, that need to be translated to modern English, and though some can be translated with ease by using the proper spell or artifact, others need to be done by hand, which he is still unable to do.
Magic Wand: He uses a long, oak wand with a decorative metal plated handle, covered in sigils from languages from a long time ago. He uses this to channel and strengthen his powers. He needs this for most spells that require an incantation.

Richard is mostly limited by the vast amount that he does not know. He's still but a neophyte, with barely any practical experience under his belt. While he has the potential to become something great, it will require great dedication and study in order to ascend to higher levels. It should also be noted that he's very reliant on his wand, as without it, he's limited to mere parlor tricks. Cold Iron, or warding done by another magic user, can also disrupt or disable his magical abilities.

Richard sighed as he entered his room and let the door swing shut behind him. He had a hot cup of tea held close to his chest that he stared down at, taking a deep breath in and basking in the strong and relaxing aroma of peppermint. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the next few hours burying himself in a book he picked up the day prior. Eager to move on to this, he placed the cup down on his desk and sauntered over to a dark black Ikea bookshelf, stuffed full of dusty old books, stacks of paper, and topped with his wand. Grabbing a little black journal, a sheet of paper, his wand, and a thick, rebonded book that looked to be on it's last legs.

He placed his gathered materials down next to his tea, and opened up his new book. He glanced down at the books first few pages, and muttered to himself, "Looks like Greek, but it's mixed in with Phonetician characters." He reached for his tea, and took a careful sip, making sure not to burn himself. He reached for his black notebook, and swallowed his tea as he flipped through it, and started work on translating the first page of the book. A few minutes went by, punctuated only by the scratched of his pen on the paper, and the flipping of pages through his journal. Soon, he stopped, and placed his pen down in triumph. The page was translated, and it seemed to have a spell on it.

He picked up his wand, and glanced down at the piece of paper. Making a circular motion with his wand, he intoned, "Hagalaz" and was met with a half second of silence, before flinching as a crack echoed though the room, and his mug shattered, causing tea to pour out and onto his journal and his newest spell book. " Shit shit shit" He said quickly, and hurried to save his journal from the torrent of peppermint scented destruction that threated to set him back by at least a month. He took his book and shuddered as he realized that the book was ruined, as it was now soaked and rendered useless. Disheartened, he looked over to his spellbook, expecting it to be destroyed as well, only to see that it had managed to remain in perfect condition, even though it was practically an island among a peppermint lake. Curiously, he reached for it, and flipped through it. Thinking on his feet, he flipped to the back page of the book, and saw what looked to be an encircled and inverted "G". Richard quickly realized that this must be a ward of some kind, and picked up his pen, and copied it onto the back of his journal. He watched in amazement as the book dried almost instantaneously. Giving a sigh of relief, he placed his journal and spellbook back onto his bookshelf, and got to cleaning up the mess he made, vowing to be safer with his possessions in the future.

Will fill this out and add a picture if accepted, because I have school tomorrow and need to sleep. For the record, Peppermint tea isn't bad, but my favorite drink is chocolate milk.