@OneWayOut Ok, I've taken your advice, and here we go again. :D Please have a look at this edited cs.
"Whatcha got over there?"
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NAME:Jerge |
Full Name Jerge Hostam (Nickname) no nickname
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AGE:27 |
Age Appearance: 32
Actual Age: 27
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MAGIC ABILITIES/AUGMENTOR: |
School of Magic: Spatial Magic: This school influences space to the clairvoyant's will. Practitioners of spatial magic are able to expand space, shrink space and even twist space. Even practitioner's of spatial magic cannot visibly see how they move space. The way they know what they're doing with space is similar to what could be called a sixth sense. No one has ever really been able to explain this phenomenon.
Augmentor: An old ring he found.
Capability: He can influence a quantity of space that a small room would normally hold for about thirty seconds. That's his max capability.
Influencing small amounts of space, like that of a wooden chest, he can influence for an hour easily.
Skills: Stortion: By using his mana and focusing on an object he can push space into the object from outside the object. The storage capacity of the object increases to double what it would normally hold. If the carrying capacity was increased any further the space required would be such that the object itself would likely be stretched from the inside, and likely to be broken and unusable.
The space that was added to the object was ofcourse removed from the objects surroundings. Making part of the objects surroundings more dense, and harder for anyone or anything to move through what is now, a lack of space there.
Shrinktion: By using a large amount of his mana, he can pull space out of an object, a room, or even his nearby surroundings. In the case of an object or a room, if he pulled all the space out, then it would make placing or removing anything in that object or entering or exiting that room, impossible. Because there is no space left to do anything. There is a possiblity that the negative space in the object and the room would cause the object and room to collapse in on itself. In this case the removed space would be around the outside of the room and object making approaching that room or object too easy. Due to there being extra space there, it may feel weird to be in that surrounding area.
Ramtion: By using a very large amount of his mana, he can slam a large quantity of space from his surroundings to crash into an object or a person, forcibly pushing them away with a large amount of force. This is because the large volume of space is continually moving, and does not want to be restrained by obstacles/walls of any sort. Thus the space does push them away until either it finds a suitable distance in which the moving space fits, or it collides into something that it cannot force out of its way. Again, the place that the space was taken from would be impassable because there was no space left there.
Warption:By using equally large amounts of focus and mana, he can teleport space. As he teleports space, any objects or people occupying that space will be teleported as well. He can teleport something light and small, like a mouse that wasn't occupying much space, across a field. The maximum amount of people he can teleport is three people. And in that case, the space transported would be much larger, making it more difficult and thus the distance traveled would be much less. The distance the three people would travel with their occupying space is about twenty meters or forty feet.
Please take Note:Spatial magic spells can only be used one at a time. And as each Spatial magic spell ends or terminates, the space that the spell effected will return to its original state.
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PERSONALITY: |
Jerge is a guy who is talkative, wether its to people he knows or he doesn't have a clue about. He is naturally curious about many things; like how shops do their business, why people spend time at places he'd rather not go to, along with a slew of other things he doesn't understand. He's also got a great sense of humor and is quite offended when others don't appreciate a joke. Honestly he will take it to heart enough to say that they personally offended him, and that they "should make it up to him, for not taking a joke for what it was." Jerge dislikes those people who take life too seriously and only talk to you to say, "got it done?" as in Jerge's mind those types of people wouldn't give a damn if he died tomorrow as long as he got what they wanted done for them. If Jerge really respected you and considered you a true friend, he wouldn't betray you.
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SAMPLE POST: |
The sun was shining up in the sky with a few light gray clouds around it. The air itself though did not feel much heat, because of a strong breeze blowing in from the south. There was a lady yelling, "Come get yer, fresh tatoes! Just plucked em from duh garden!" She was an elderly coot with a few teeth missing in the top of her mouth and wrapped up in what looked more like a dirty rag than a grey coat. Unlike Jerge who was wearing one of his better black coats, dark brown pants and brown laced shoes he took rather good care of. He passed by the lady not interested in the potatoes. Not interested in much of anything the loud and noisy marketplace had to offer. He continued to make his way down the curving dirt road, careful not to bump into anyone, less they cuss him out. He passed by all sorts of odd buildings, one with pretty stained glass windows that had to be church to one that looked so bad he was surprised someone hadn't already put it to the torch.
Eventually with his feet a little sore, and almost second guessing himself if he was going the right way, he arrived. It was a square building painted all black, had two windows at the top and a sign hanging just above the door which read, "treasured deals!" Jerge walked past the assorted swords, axes, dolls, necklaces, goblets and other more miscellanious merchandise to talk to Shek. Shek was a guy Jerge had learned was not a guy you messed with, it helped when that guy topped your height by his head and shoulders, had a mane of curly black hair that framed his face and two very serious looking eyes which never seemed to blink.
"So, what do ya want?" A rough voice demanded Jerge.
"Nothing in particular. Offer me something."
Shek's serious face suddenly drew down his eyebrows as he glared.
The two men stared at each other for a few long moments and then...
"Fine... I'll just offer something up again..."
It was the way they always did business even though Shek hated it.
in Shek's mind by offering to sell Jerge something, he couldn't really tell what Jerge wanted And because Shek had no idea if Jerge liked the particular item, it was hard for him to set a price that Jerge would pay for it, and still leave Shek a massive profit.
Jerge was usually clever enough to come out ahead in these negotiations, which happened again today.
As Jerge left carrying a valuable looking sword he didn't pay much for at all.
