UserName: EthTenshi
Character name: Sinys Luf'firio
Age: 13
Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy
Previous Magic training: None
Race: Woodland Elf
Appearance:
Short Bio:
At birth Sinys had been branded blind by a powerful runic curse, his eyes clouded over to a unsetteling maroon hue that strangely enough seemed pellucid. This did not stop his parents from loving him and keeping him under their care by any means, in fact they somewhat coddeled him because of it. Until the age of five Sinys never considered that others around him could not feel things through the moving air around them, nor did it ever occur to his adolescent mind that they could not read a story of the scents in the air. As a matter of fact his sense of smell had been so keen and peculiar he could even tell the race and type of Mageblood they carried, but that had been apart of his curse and still to this day he does not know the differences in mage blood. Just the general smell each type gives off.
After he decided to ask his parents how they perceived the world, after finding out what had been considered normal Sinys kept his discovery to himself honing what little he had. One day he took up his father's Iron Wood bow deciding to practice, he smeared berries on the center of the target tree and fired his arrows until his hand felt no more. Feeling a fair sight foolish he trudged his way to the tree finding it by smell and had been amazed to see that all of his arrows had found their place. Only one of them had actually hit center, however this had been more than enough to spark his drive to become proficient with the art.
After two or three years time he decided to train something else, finding himself next to a forge he listen for hours on end to find the sound of a true strike. Something he had perchanced upon in a conversation lost to him by his father, the true ringing of metal struck perfectly. The sound soothed his worries of being the cursed one, the one with no abilities, the one still feeding from his mother's breast. Although the people in his tribe left him alone, and even though their sense of hearing should have been better than his own, he still heard every detail that they spoke of him.
On his twelfth birthday he took his father by his hand and lead him down to his secret shooting range, at first his father had been amused letting his son try his hand at archery. However soon it had become quite clear that Sinys was a true marksman, perhaps not a great one yet, but it was in his blood. After a few of these father-son excursions Sinys told his father of his other sense, the air read ability, and how he could 'see' where air was thinner or in a thing. Also he told him how his father smelt funny, like a forge with out ever going to a forge. It was then that he was taken home and his parents fought over him being sent to Twilight College, it wouldn't be until a year later that he was sent to the footsteps of the famed college with little more than the cloths on his back and a bow of his own.
Good Attributes:
Can sense movement through air, natural or otherwise. Can detect lies through air circulation in people's blood in close proximity. Has a minor ability to smith, and smell out different ores that he knows. A strong sense of smell. A determined attitude that hates quitting. Can now taste the air if a smell is too strong. Adaptability in fair degrees.
Bad Attributes:
Overly strong sense of smell, a smell of either extremity can sway his demeanor and thoughts. Blind as a bat, hand motions, winking, opening your arms for a hug, none of these hold any meaning to Sinys. The rate of which your heart is beating tells him a bit more, but can also mislead him. Sheltered personality, can be overly shy when interacting with someone he knows nothing of. It turns out that the curse very slowly drains him until he is finished using magic for at least fifteen minutes.
Secret Word: Rebirth