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Florence Groban, Extreme Thrill Seeker
Gabriel Deveroux, Private “Eye” who once saw more than he should
Ethan Morrfield, Treasure Hunter and Stark Raving Mad Adventurer
Renaldo "Moth" Piper, Obsessive Financomancer, Math Genius, and All-Around Dork
Emmitt Hubert Drake, Grit Sympathizer and Bullied Family Man
"Old" Otto, Structural Integrity Specialist...and hermit
Elliana Faye, Wide-Eyed Dreamer
Davis J. Rennet, Grumpy Guard with a Good Heart
Liam Carter, The Happy Nobody
Reina Lexus, Independent Photographer
Katrina Meyer, Talented robotics mechanic by day; party animal by night
Maria Loronha, Sweethearted aristocrat-to-be (unless she has anything to say about it)
Vincent David DeMoore, Cocky Teen with a Perfect Memory and Way too much Energy
Ezra Stark, Starry Eyed Druid Boy

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THE CITY OF PERIPHERY is exactly ten miles in diameter and surrounded completely by the wall-to-the-sky. Because of the finite space available in which to build, many sections of the city feature towering (and sometimes precarious) structures full of bridges and skyways. Overall the city is very clean, peaceful, colorful, generous and friendly, thanks to fleets of maintenance robots, electric hovercars and magic.

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NAME: The Queen, or Queenie, or Orchid Unquiet if you'd like to be precise

ABSTRACT: The Best Queen

DETAIL: Each morning, just as the sunlight struggles to peek over the wall-to-the-sky, the loudspeakers throughout the city jingle a happy little tune. "Good morning, everyone!" Queenie's voice bubbles through the speakers. "It's a chilly morning. I hope you have your slippers on!" Very few city folk have anything bad to say about Queen Orchid: she's forever upbeat, generous and kind, and surprisingly strict just when she needs to be. She rarely leaves the Tower, and is always surrounded by robot guards, but can usually be seen waving from the balcony on sunny days.

Orchid was an only child, and a famously sickly little girl in her youth. The best doctors and mages in the city had been summoned to keep the child alive in her first five years, and the city had even held a vigil for her survival during a very risky surgery.

Twenty-five years later, Orchid is still weaker than the average city folk -- but after the passing of her parents seven years ago, she carries her new responsibility with a smile.

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NAME: Dazz

ABSTRACT: Boss of the Wall Guard and Cracker of Whips

DETAIL: Dazz is most widely known as a no-mercy hard-ass. She expects perfection of every guard and builder under her charge, and she has no problem using a stun gun as a point of argument. She'll kick your ass if you so much as think about whining about pay or conditions or work that's too hard. She's got a good heart, though, and she's a riot at parties. All her tough love is for her subordinates' own good, after all.

NAME: Florence Groban

ABSTRACT: Extreme Thrill Seeker.

DETAIL: Florence is an extreme thrill seeker. He works on the wall to help pay for his lifestyle choice and he loves looking out over the height of the grand towering wall. Soon the thrills that normal technology and sigils could bring him were getting boring. He was lucky enough to stumble upon a sigil of protection. Fortunately he had the money and bought it immediately. Most would use it times of being threatened, but Flor used it quite often after putting himself in danger. He tested it repeatedly and found that it could protect him from any danger, but only for a moment. He soon found that he could jump from any height and land without harm. On top of getting it tattoed on the right side of his chest, he memorized the sigil as well. This combined with his jump shoes and sticky fingers made Flor pretty unstoppable. He could run the city and go anywhere he wanted at any time. He woud regularly end his shift by jumping off of the wall and dashing through the city. Flor is a pretty selfless guy and enjoys the company of others. Due to his invincible ego, he is very quick to jump into danger to protect others.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Flor only has two sigils, including the one he's memorized. He puts more of his trust into technology. Finding him without his jump shoes, sticky fingers and breath cycle was a very rare thing.

He now has an EMT kit with several heal sigils and a sustain sigil. It also has various emergency kit items. I.E. gauze, bandages, tourniquet, asprin, pepto, epipen.

CRYSTALS: 2

Name:Gabriel Deveroux

Abstract: Private “Eye” who once saw more than he should

Detail: Gabriel grew up and lived in a moderate part of the city. His parents were kind and his life was well. Nothing too weird or different happening around him. Gabriel decided to take up the same occupation of his father; that of being an upstanding officer of the law. While growing up, he believed no one was above the law, no matter the circumstances. However, Gabriel’s sense of justice would be turned on its head when he came up against corruption in his own department. While doing some routine detective work to catch a drug dealer, he learned of his Police Chief’s involvement; taking bribes to keep other officers off the dealer’s back. He was shocked more when he found other officers were in on the same deal.

So what would any sane man do when their world is turned upside down? Well, take matters into his own hands and rid the cancer before it killed the host. Gabriel was found out by the corrupt officers, but thanks to his speed and wits, he evaded them. Gabriel then unofficially officially quit the police force and went on a one man army to expose and rid the corruption inside the department. He started from the bottom of the pile and made his way up to the Chief himself. It took years, but Gabriel eventually accomplished his mission, though in the time it did, he changed from a shining example of a police officer and upstanding citizen, to a morally ambiguous Private Investigator for hire that would do anything to rid as much evil from the city.

His current contract brought him to the wall where a woman believes her husband’s death was more than a simple “accident” the guards have called it.

Magical Inventory: None yet.

NAME: Ethan Morrfield

ABSTRACT: Treasure Hunter and Stark Raving Mad Adventurer

DETAIL: Ethan is a born and raised lowlife, thief, scoundrel, and charmer. An on and off fugitive, he has yet to be caught (until our story that is), and is a world class expert at avoiding the law. There are, of course, perks to being such a man. Ethan has a great stash of valuables, but not the kind you sell for money. Objects enchanted with runes, rare sigils, mysterious objects from a lost time or beyond the wall. Ethan doesn't just collect treasure, he uses it. Ethan is not exactly proficient at making friends, and has vastly more enemies, some of them above the law, others...not so much. What he is good at is quick wits, women, and when it comes to it, fighting. Then again, why fight when you can just talk your way out.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Ethan carries 5 sigils of varying strength, and has committed one other to memory. One which creates a loud sound 20 feet in the direction directed; two for varying strengths of passing short distances through solid objects; one to unlock nearly any lock; one to trip a target focused on; and the last to allow Ethan to jump to the nearest point outdoors. Ethan has only one enchanted object on his person that he finds useful, though he has a few others in his home, which he rarely uses as he finds their enchantments worthless or odd. His pistol, a relatively average lazer pistol with no fancy sightings or attachments, is enchanted to never miss, as long as he is focused on his target, it is still under the restrictions of ammo, overheating, and breaking. The runes trace along the handle of the pistol. Ethan, despite technically being a debtor, has managed to hide the pistol from the original guards who sent him up, and so much equipment is smuggled to the top that nobody looks twice when he takes it out.

Name: Renaldo "Moth" Piper

Abstract: Obsessive Financomancer, Math Genius, and All-Around Dork

Detail: One of the most famous accounting firms in the city, "Cyan, Magenta, Yellow, and Brown, LLC.", has been personally selected by the queen to oversee the astronomical flow of funding towards the eternal expansion of the great wall which surrounds Periphery. The four big names themselves sit in their palatial offices, pressing a few keys where necessary, but for field work (or what those in the business refer to as "bitch work"), they send Renaldo. Renaldo is fresh out of school and knows how incredibly lucky he is to be interning at CMYB, an organization his instructors gushed about while making it absolutely clear that he had no chance of ever working for them. Joke's on them. Renaldo was hand-picked by the four named partners themselves; he believes it's because of his incredible intelligence and tenacity. He plans to make it big someday. He's going to be the fifth named partner, he's sure of it! He just needs to remember where he put his enchanted calculator.

Appearance: Five-foot-two and stick thin with freckles, large perfect white teeth, and messy blonde hair he tries to push back in the latest style. He wears inexpensive "tech-specs," a pair of cybernetically enhanced glasses, both to correct his extreme myopia and provide a quick link to the files and data processors at the main branch. The slightest bit of physical exertion, and his cheap Mechro-Accountant 1000 suit is covered in sweat. Various keyboards and touchscreens run across both suit arms.

Magical Inventory: The only item of his that is enchanted is his calculator. On his first day as an intern it arrived at his cubicle wrapped in plain brown paper, an unusual and unexpected gift straight from Lady Cyan herself. Renaldo's calculator includes one sigil in its memory, a Sigil of Stamina.

NAME:
Emmitt Hubert Drake

ABSTRACT:
Grit Sympathizer and Bullied Family Man

DETAIL:
Five-foot-ten with brown eyes, brown hair, and a clean-shaven face; Emmitt Drake is about as unremarkable looking as they come. Owner of a small bookstore, he lives happily with his wife and two children. Or rather, that would have been the case if he hadn't been the victim of some thugs running a protection racket. Having just been fired from his recent sanitation job, Emmit has had no choice but to join those that work on the wall. While not free of discrimination, he has developed some feelings of sympathy for the Grit, which has caused some isolation between his family and the community. This has made it much harder for him to get jobs or to find help with the racketeers.

MAGICAL INVENTORY:
A sigil that can lift and move something about as heavy as a cinder-block. Helps to move books around in the shop, but more recently has been used to keep an extra tool nearby. A sigil to light a small fire. After all, it can get cold up on the wall, and cold air means cold food. Who wants that? A sanitizing sigil remembered from his previous job. Good for cleaning up some dirty dishes, or disinfecting the scrapes and cuts one gets working on the wall.

OTHER INVENTORY:
A few pieces of chalk to write sigils and things with. A few interesting bits of metal picked up and put into pockets. A favorite book. Some extra durable overalls with extra protection on the knees.

NAME:
"Old" Otto

ABSTRACT:
Structural Integrity Specialist...and hermit.

DETAIL:
Hard to say for this one; he's an odd-duck. One could safely assume Otto is well past his mid-life crisis stage, and somewhere between sixty and seventy-five inches in height. Never in much of a hurry, he climbs into the cable trolley (in his typical hunched-over fashion) and ascends to the newest construction zone. Otto is responsible for analyzing the Periphery City Wall Into The Sky (W.I.T.S., as the project manual suggests). It is the ideal profession for a fellow who needn't be bothered by a foreman. Only a laser-emitting wand and a hard drive is needed on the job, and once Otto finishes each zone, he simply uploads the data to Her Majesty's government data base and disappears into the city. Because of his reclusive and tired demeanor, laborers and security personnel refer to him as "Old Otto" or "Old Hunch." Presently, there is no record of Otto's origin, work or family history. Always wearing a dark-brown hooded robe and a safety harness, he can be easy to miss in passing.

MAGICAL INVENTORY:
Sewn into the inside of his garment, near the left torso, are two pieces of hide leather. The leather has a very old and untreated look and feel. Circular symbols with unique patterns within are branded to the leather pieces. Otto has been careful not to let these items be seen by another soul, ever. His robe seems to fit him as if it's part of him...

TYPICAL INVENTORY:
When Otto is spotted, he carries the black nylon satchel he was issued by the government. Along with his required tools, Otto packs a heavy duty water bottle, a harness with lanyard, matches and his wooden pipe.

NAME: Elliana Faye

ABSTRACT: Wide-Eyed Dreamer

DETAIL:
Elliana -- or Ellie, as those close to her call her -- is a relatively petite and quiet young woman who's not quite yet out of her teenage years. While she doesn't dislike being around others (in fact, the truth is the exact opposite), she often overly worries about how to act and what to say, leading to her simply not saying much and resorting to slightly nodding her head a lot. What she lacks in confidence around others, however, she makes up for with her sincerity and inquisitiveness. She tends to be of few words, but is easily at her most chatty and open when trying to understand how something works -- especially when that something involves magic, something that has fascinated her since her earliest years. She's a kind soul, always trusting and believing the best of others, making her likable, if also a little susceptible to being taken advantage of.

Her family is lower middle class, made up of her mother, father, and younger brother. Other than with them, Elliana spends most of her time alone, either wandering around the city and seeing what see can find, or with her nose buried in a book -- often both. Her mind is quick to wander, imagining and exploring the places her feet can't easily take her, leading her to often be lost in her own head. As a result, she's very easy to startle, even when care is taken to not do so.

Despite her timid nature, at her core, she's a strong and adventurous person, having a desire to see and discover as much of the world as possible. That includes the world beyond the towering wall, despite the knot she gets in her stomach when she thinks about what it might be like to see a Grit face-to-face -- and wonders if it would actually be as horrific as she's been taught to believe.

For her birthday, she was given the opportunity to go up the wall by her parents, something she had dreamed of doing as long as she could remember. This will be her second time up, the first having been when she was barely old enough to string together a semi-coherent sentence.

MAGICAL INVENTORY:
Elliana has two sigils, burned into sperate thin, rectangular pieces of durable plastic, each slightly bigger than an average playing card. Nearly all the money she's earned in her short life has gone to acquiring them, and of course she dreams of having many more. She keeps them tucked away in a leather, buttoned pouch that she wears around her waist.

The first completely reverses the momentum of a target that she focuses on, within a short range. The second releases a gust of wind towards where the sigil is facing, the strength of which is entirely determined by how powerfully she feels the emotion she uses to cast it.

NAME: Davis J. Rennet

ABSTRACT: Grumpy Guard with a Good Heart

DETAIL: Rennet's been around the block a couple times, seen a lot of things he probably shouldn't have. thankfully, he keeps his head down and stays out of peoples business. Well, Most of the time, but, when you see a bunch of thugs in the streets picking on some younger kids, a little girl to be precise, he had to step in. Damn his good heart, his wife said it'd be the death of him eventually. So, what if those thugs just happened to be some stinking noble's children, he wasn't about to let some young broad get beat up, bruised and abused only to be thrown away like yesterday's garbage, rotting in some dumpster somewhere. so he stepped in punched in a few noses and got a few scrapes. Maybe he was lucky, or perhaps unlucky, instead of getting gutted and tossed away, he's stuck up there on the wall, by the judges ruling, protecting the weak and foolish alike, sometimes even rousing the lazy or tired, getting them to place block after block till the wall is finished. He's gonna get down from there eventually, back to his lovely wife and child. someday.
MAGICAL INVENTORY: None

NAME: Liam Carter

APPEARANCE: Liam stands at six feet tall with well toned muscles. He has sharp features and looks a little rugged, with black hair and dark brown eyes. he also has many tiny scars littering his body from fights and his fathers abuse. He usually wears an old white shirt with a black vest and tie when not working whilst on duty he just wears simple khaki pants and a singlet.

ABSTRACT: The Happy Nobody.

DETAIL: Liam was born to a loving mother and a not so loving father in the slums. Carter learned the beauty of everything and everyone from his mother. He learned that even the most evil of people have some good in them, even if everyone does not see it and that beauty too lived in everyone and everything. But the most important thing he learned from his mother was curiosity and happiness. Liam could never understand how no matter what his father did to her or him, she would always smile and laugh. He learned what the saying “live life to the fullest” truly meant when he was with his mother. She was always looking for something new to learn or discover whilst keeping the biggest smile Liam has seen to this day.

From his father however, He learned just how vile a human can be and how low one can stoop. His father always thought of Liam as a mistake for a reason still unknown to him. Every night his father would come home, only to beat him and even his mother if she tried to protect him. Liam learned how to absorb pain from his father and how everything that is handheld is weapon in a fight. He learned that in a fight anything goes and that when you fight, you fight to kill. As the years went on many things happened to Liam that made him stronger, harder, and at times even ruthless.

Finally at the age of fifteen he went to work as a blacksmiths apprentice due to an extreme shortage of money. For five years this blacksmith looked after Liam, showing him the ways of the forge and even giving him his old equipment and teaching him how to use them properly. As much as Carter loved working the forge, he knew his heart lay in some other field of work. Writing. The curiosity and imagination of his mother rubbed off on Liam as he realized that he wanted to work towards writing a fictional book set in a world of his creation. So everyday he wrote, thinking of some new race or species or kingdom that would fit in his world.

At the age of twenty however things took a turn for the worst when it was found out that his father had gotten into a rather massive amount of debt and Liam was going to have to pay it off by working on the wall. So that is where Liam has been for three years, Working both on the wall and in his masters forge when he has the time. And no matter how many things go wrong Liam remembers the promise he made to himself and to his mother….that no matter how bad things get, he must always smile and focus on the good in this world rather than the bad.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: N/A

INVENTORY:
Brown Military Greatcoat
Pepperbox Rifle
Heavy Calvary Sabre
Notebook of…..well Notes about his fictional world.

NAME: Reina Lexus

ABSTRACT: Independent Photographer

DETAIL: The Lexus family is a wealthy family, owning the third largest newspaper publishing house (Periphery Gazette). Roman Lexus, Reina's father, was a world-renowned writer and photographer. He was known for his feature articles about the wall. Roman passed his love and talent for photography to his second child, Reina Lexus. Unlike Roman, Reina was only interested in photography. No newspaper, no writing, no publishing, no fame. Reina, being strong-willed and independent, wishes for her father to not care about her a lot. Reina lives in a different house Roman lives in (though Roman lives in a mansion), one she rents. She makes money from the photos she sells to other publishing houses. When her photo doesn't sell, she goes to their own publishing house and sells it there. This, of course, is a rare event, as Reina usually takes pictures of Grits (from the wall) and the wall, two thing most people in Periphery care about. She spends most of her time taking pictures from the wall. She does not fear the Grit as other people do. Rather, she's curious on what they really are.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Reina carries one sigil that has been passed through different generations of Lexus. Reina considers it a "photographer's best friend". It is able to make a target something monetarily, just enough for a shutter. The sigil is small, around the size of a picture that fits into a pendant. The sigil is also used as a pendant by Reina, always worn around her neck. Additionally, Reina always carries around a camera she uses to take pictures.

NAME: Katrina Meyer

ABSTRACT: Talented robotics mechanic by day; party animal by night

DETAIL: Katrina (Kat for short) has done her fair share of hard work. Growing up as the youngest of four, it was always hard work to get her parents to dedicate any of the limited time they had outside managing the family repair shop to her. It was hard work having to acknowledge that if the shop was going to survive the next generation, she was going to have to step up in place of her lazy siblings and study to be a top-class mechanic. It was hard work jumping through hoop after hoop, test after test, to get her qualifications. And now, after Kat’s mother has taken sick and passed the position of head mechanic at the shop to her in the meantime… It turns out that’s pretty hard work too.

As if to make up for the hours of exhausting effort which Kat puts into her work as a mechanic (which, despite her protestations, she genuinely enjoys), Kat also plays hard. She can drink a formidable amount of alcohol, regularly goes days without sleeping (in fact, just don’t ask how much sleep she gets- it’s a little scary) and is rarely seen without trendy tech-specs which keep her constantly hooked up to social media.

Now in her mid-twenties, Kat has managed to establish herself a solid reputation as a all-round mechanic (and socialite), but her talent particularly lies in more intricate robotics repair. Since shop is a family business she intends to run one day, Kat has tried to gain as broad an understanding of areas related to her work as possible (e.g. she can adequately program, and since she often works on bionic body parts she even knows a little biology). Kat’s near-obsessive focus on her vocation and going out has been to the detriment of pretty much everything else (her parents are hoping she marries an accountant, as Kat is hopeless with money)- when faced with the unfamiliar, Kat tends to try and solve problems by relating them to mechanics (this can lead to some very odd analogies). Never ask her to cook.

Outgoing and loud, Kat has never found it hard to make friends, but given how she never really has “downtime”- always either working at the shop or on some wild night out- she finds it hard to form deep bonds with other people. Although she thinks they are layabouts, the only people she is close to are her siblings (two older brothers and a sister). Today is a rare day off, as it is her sister’s birthday, and to celebrate their parents have given the Meyer siblings tickets for a tour of the top of the wall. Little does she know that, (incorrectly) anticipating their youngest sister will be so hungover the morning of her day off she would be late, the time to meet they gave Kat was an hour earlier than the actual planned meeting time...

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Katrina has tattoos of three sigils, all relating to her work:

A sigil of light is tattooed onto the palm of her right hand (Kat is left-handed) which produces enough light up any nooks and crannies in something she is working on.

The forefinger on her left hand has a sigil of heat tattooed at the tip- she wears a ring on that finger onto which she can screw two augments which allow her to utilise this heat for her work- either a pointed metal cover for the tip of her finger which heats up enough to act as a soldering iron, or a thermocutter attachment which heats enough to melt through plastic of a medium thickness. Without the augments, the heat produced by the sigil can still cause a nasty, albiet small, burn.

Finally, circular sigils of magnification are tattooed along the side of both her thumb and forefinger which form circles when her hands make an “ok” motion- looking through this allows her to zoom in on intricate work.

NAME: Maria Loronha (note: the "nh" bit is pronounced like "ny.")

ABSTRACT: Sweethearted aristocrat-to-be (unless she has anything to say about it).

DETAIL: Maria was born to a pair of middle-class citizens who run a candy shop on the banks of the Seventh River, with their apartment on the second floor. Growing up, she learned how to make her own sweets, and even helped out in the shop from time to time. Every night, she would lie on her bed and look outside at the Wall, and try to see what had been added on since the last night. Eventually, the people she saw began to take on lives of their own in her head, and she started imagining what their lives were like, up there in the clouds, looking down at the rest of them, who surely seemed so tiny amidst the great wide majesty of the sky and the lands beyond the Wall. Unfortunately, her parents' candy shop began to go into decline, and her father, with nowhere else to go, beseeched an influential billionaire for his help. He gave it, but under one condition; that he take Maria as a wife. Naturally, this did not appeal at all to Maria or her parents, so they accepted his aid, then had Maria flee onto the Wall. She came equipped with as much candy and as many clothes as she could pack, a pad of paper and a pencil (for her sigil), and mixed emotions; she was finally going to be able to work on the Wall and see beyond it, like she'd always dreamed, but she was also being pursued by a ruthless billionaire who wanted her for a wife. Nonetheless, she won't let that dampen her good spirits, and greets everyone with a sunny smile and a piece of homemade candy.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Maria has one sigil, which she memorized just before she left for the Wall. It turns whatever it's written on into what's essentially a mine, but instead of exploding, it emits a great burst of air, enough to propel someone several steps back or into the air briefly. Normally, this only acts as a distraction while Maria legs it, but up on the Wall, one wrong step can mean your doom.

THEME: Unidentified Flavorful Object

NAME: Vincent David DeMoore

ABSTRACT: Cocky Teen with a Perfect Memory and Way too much Energy

DETAIL: Born to an old family of Rune Mages, Vincent is the heir to the family's legacy. He grew up without a want for anything on the family estate. He was an only child and got all the affection from his parents and grandparents. Because of this he grew up believing that he was the best thing in the world. Very quickly he learned that he never forgot anything he saw or heard and decided to make us of this talent the best he could.

On his sixteenth birthday as per family tradition his father created a magic item for Vincent: a writing implement that can write on anything. His father then donated the item he received from his father as was family tradition for the use of those that need it. His father then told him that there were always those less fortunate than themselves and had a responsibility to help those that needed it. Vincent didn't say anything, but he felt like he only had a need to take care of himself and that others were totally able to take care of themselves. He began his training as a rune mage the next day.

He only halfheartedly committed himself to learning as he could passively pay attention and memorize. Even so he ended up discovering that the entire theory and practice behind rune magics were extraordinarily difficult. His father eventually realized Vincent's lack of spirit about learning rune magic and on the eve of his 17th birthday, Vincent was sent to the Wall in an attempt to awe the boy into a change of heart. Little did his father know that this would be the last time they'd see each other.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Vincent has a few sigils properly memorized and a single magical item created through rune magic gifted to him by his father.

He knows a sigil that creates a cup of water if drawn on an object that could be used as a container for water.

He knows a sigil that tells true north when used.

He knows a sigil that can stop bleeding, but isn't strong enough to actually heal a wound. It needs to make contact with the injured part of the body at some point or it will not work.

The magical item is a stylus styled pen that draws out white ink and can be used on any object. This item holds a piece of Vincent's father's soul and is very dear to the young man. The ink glows in the dark. It is a pen however, therefor mistakes are very much permanent until the ink wears out.

NAME: Ezra Stark

ABSTRACT: Starry eyed druid boy

DETAIL: As a child, Ezra grew up in a sort of middle class family. His mother and father both worked hard to support their little unit of three. Even though they had two sources of income, the Stark's still struggled. Growing up poor, Ezra found himself often times wandering the streets of his neighbourhood alone. This allowed him to cultivate a rich imagination as he stumbled upon ancient ruins which were, in reality, a big pile of rocks, or a crashed spaceship that was abandoned years ago which was really just a rusting vehicle. Ezra's eye for adventure always brought him to curious locations around the city. He'd spend a lot of time in the forest, dreaming about kingdoms made of plants with animals as its citizens.

After a while, Ezra managed to accumulate enough money for a sigil designed to manipulate plants. He bought it from a little store on the corner of his street. He worked with the sigil as he tried to make what was the kingdom he had pictured in his dreams. Slowly but surely, the first house was being born of trees who's branches grew to form supports and leaves and vines forming the walls. It was rustic and small but it was the fruits of Ezra's labor. But sadly, there wasn't enough plant life around for him to continue his kingdom any further. This led to him saving money for another sigil. When he purchased it, it allowed him to make plants grow at an increased rate. He wasn't able to make them grow very fast, but it was much faster than before.

For years, he worked on that small little village. Through his work, he grew adept at using his sigils and was able to use them more efficiently, thus consuming less power. But around a year ago, when his mother decided to leave her husband and her son, due to financial issues, Ezra stopped making his houses. He still keeps his sigils on a pair of fingerless gloves he owns just in case he ever needs them, but he rarely uses them anymore.

As he stands now, Ezra is seventeen years old and still living with his father. He rarely uses his sigils but still has a fondness for nature. He's become very interested in the Grit due to them somewhat representing the citizens of his imaginary kingdom and being what he perceives as in tune with nature. This also might be due to his slight disdain with society as it is right now. He feels its too restricting and technological. So he may not only be interested in the Grit, but he may envy them.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: The two sigils that Ezra owns consist of his plant manipulation one and his plant growth one.

The former is able to move plants to Ezra's liking. He can even set them in various positions so they grow differently. Like moving a tree branch so it forms an arch when it grows.

His second sigil allows him to use energy to increase the rate at which a plant grows, often growing fast enough to form a shield or wall in front of him.

Oh and this is his theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06ht9MyJLT4

ABSTRACT: I used to ride Pro-Circut but now I just speaks to the dead and help them Rest Easy Now.



MAGICAL INVENTORY:

I gots the Soul Finery Light etched into me left hand. It shines on when I clench a fist and clench mine heart. A nice torch at night for me then. Aaaaannnnd... sometimes when it hits something just right, it make that something glow, and I know I've gotta clue and I'm that much closer to helping "them."

I gots the Voices From Yonder etched into me right wrist. It pops and crackles into life when I touch it to me lips. It opens a channel to whichever channel I speaks into mine own wrist. So if your Comm is on I can speak to ya, so listen up! Aaaaaannnndd... Sometimes I can hear "them" talking to me. But it only lasts a mere wisp of time. I'm waiting on you, TyRi, I am sooooo waiting on you.