Take Over: Mythical Soul
A very rare Take Over, it allows him to transform into mythical creatures that were long forgotten or were thought to be made up in legends. The castor is capable of transforming into a wide variety of different souls. Each version has 3 different forms: Mythic Arm, Half Mythic and Mythical Soul. A side note: When Eren goes into Mythical Soul mode, drawing out the full power of each form, it is possible that he could lose control. In short, it is possible for a Mythical Soul: Werewolf to take over his body, causing him to become a rampaging beast.
Werewolf
Mythic Arm: Werewolf

Half Mythic: Werewolf

Mythical Soul: Werewolf


Tengu
Half Mythic: Tengu
He sprouts out black wings from his back which go through his clothes. A beak also covers his face and his hair grows to about his waist, becoming a pitch black color. He can quickly fly and also use basic wind magic. The black feathers are durable, but light. They can be used for offensive or defensive reasons. His clothes also change becoming a more formal kimono, instead of his casual fighting clothes. In this form, his fighting abilities is limited and he is weak to lightning based magic

Dragon
Mythic Arm: Dragon
A powerful form which he rarely shows


Mythical Soul: Ghoul
An absolute last resort. The chances of him losing control in this form are very high. Even if he manages to keep his sanity, there's a still a high chance of losing it while he is in the form.

Mythical Soul: Kamaitachi

John grew up in relative isolation, living in a large house in the wilderness with his parents, who were frequently away, as they were both Anti-Mage bounty hunters, albeit of modest success, a family tradition that dated back on his father’s side. The Magebanes hated magic and all who stood for it, taking it upon themselves to track down criminal magic users who vexed the authorities, (but who were not enough of a priority to be immediately dealt with) and capture them through traps or ambush.
John was all set to become the next Mage hunter in his bloodline, and was in fact eager to follow in his parents’ footsteps, who trained him from an early age, however when odd things started to happen around him, he slowly began to realize that he himself could use magic, a thought which terrified him, and for the better part of a year he lived in fear of his parents finding out, until an accident that happened shortly after his ninth birthday.
Since his parents were often away, John loved to explore, and although the wilderness that surrounded the house was mostly forest, he had long since discovered a nearby old ruin of a fort, half sunken into the earth. It was his favourite spot, and he often went amongst the ancient structure to play or if he needed to think. It was only a matter of time then, before one day when he lost his balance and fell into the swamp the ruin was partially submerged in.
He probably would have drowned that day, had he not been saved by the appearance of an old man. He had close cropped white hair and beard, and his wrinkled face stared down at John kindly, but as he lay gasping for breath, John felt scared, because the man had saved him using magic; Something he’d only ever been taught disdain and fear for, but knowing this was the only mage he had ever met, and possibly his only chance for answers, he confessed the terrible secret he was so afraid his parents would discover, hoping to hear of a way out.
His savior pitied him and explained he would need to learn to control his powers to avoid discovery. He revealed that he was a hermit who lived in the woods, and when John asked why he wasn’t afraid to live so close to a pair of Mage Hunters, he smiled and led him to a clearing that John thought he knew well, only now there was an old large thatched hut sitting in the middle of it. The Hermit explained that he was able to hide his home using a magic known as space compression, a dying discipline it was his life’s goal to pass on. He’d been aware of John’s wanderings in the woods but had hidden, only revealing himself because of his cries for help. It was at this point that John begged the stranger to help him hide his magic, who agreed only on condition that John would actually study his art, and that he would one day pass it on to someone else.
John was afraid of magic and reluctant, but it was a price he was willing to pay to hide the truth from his parents, and so over the next few weeks, he returned to the clearing. He didn’t always find the hut present when he went, but the old man was never away for long. He was a stern but patient teacher, but most of all as the familiarity between them grew, he seemed to want to teach John that magic and mages in general weren’t bad. John expected him to try and brainwash him, but his suprisingly balanced view threw him off guard.
In this way, John gradually became more open minded and moved away from his parents’ old fashioned way of thinking, as well as gradually becoming the Hermit’s apprentice without really paying attention to it, until he found himself going to the clearing whenever he could, taking advantage of his parents’ every absence. The mentoring completed his sense of identity, and filled the long hours of solitude. Although he didn’t know the Hermit’s name, and he never asked, the man began to become a second father for John.
This happy way of life, balancing Mage Hunter and Mage Training, carried on until his mid teens, and ceased the inevitable day the Hunters discovered him practicing. Their horror, disgust and above all their shame overwhelmed and rejected all of his explanations. After much shouting and threatening, they gave him an ultimatum: leave, be disowned and never return, or take a drug to suppress his magic and never practice it so long as he lived. Ashamed of what he was and scared of the wider world, he elected to stay. From that day on, he was treated with cold hostility. He miserably carried on with the façade of his Mage Hunter training, but from that day on, he wasn’t really their son; he was their dishonor, their disgrace. The drug he took regularly. He had no idea what it was called, as they never spoke about it, but they always made sure he took it, even though most of the time John found he couldn’t go without it. Privately he called it Magebane, after his family, since like them it was a part of him even if he hated it, and it was killing the magic inside of him. A few times he attempted to return to the clearing, but the hut was never there.
The next few years he spent in a pit of misery and self-pity, which he only snapped out of when he heard the Hunters arriving with their latest prisoner, only for him to see that it was his old mentor they were dragging across the hearth, bleeding, bound and gagged. How he’d been captured John didn’t know, but the Hermit gave no sign of recognition, and the Hunters made no comment, so he could only assume that they had no idea they held John’s corruptor. His own slavery he could endure, but he couldn’t tolerate seeing the man who had risked so much to teach and help him, suffer whilst he stood idle. That night, they escaped, but whether the Hunters suspected John would help liberate their captive or just expected an escape attempt anyway, they were pursued. They fled to the ancient stone fort where the two of them first met, hoping to find shelter, but their trackers were hard on their heels. When they burst into the room the pair were resting in, and saw their son, they hesitated briefly before opening fire. It wasn’t much, but it was enough time for the Hermit to cast a spell.
The space around them seemed to distort and when it had returned to normal, they seemed to lying in a glade somewhere far away that John didn’t recognize, next to an old thatched hut that he definitely did. His own wounds were superficial, but he couldn’t ignore the great crossbow bolt sticking out of the old man’s rapidly rising and falling chest. He took John’s hand in his own, and told him that his name was Zepet. He warned that when he died, John would need to find a guild to take him in. He apologized for his role in tearing John’s family apart, saying that this had not been his intention, and that all he had wanted was to teach him the truth about magic, and pass on his knowledge. The reason John had been unable to find him was because he had moved away in order to prevent causing further harm, but since he didn’t belong to any guild recognized by the government, he’d been wanted by the law for some time. As a final request, he asked that John carry on his legacy, but most of all that he follow his heart and find his own purpose. Then Zepet the Hermit died, leaving John alone in the world.

Type of Magic that allows Maho to conceal people and objects and prevents them from being sensed. It also allows experienced users to trap people inside the hidden object or place using runes, but Maho is not quite there yet. People under the effects of this Magic can see and hear other people, however, they themselves cannot be heard nor seen. Due to her experience with it, Maho is most skilled at hiding herself, to the point of being able to remain undetected while on the move. As far as concealing other people goes, moving too fast or using magic will break the concealment.

Magic that allows the user to be able to talk with other people through their thoughts and converse over long distances. Maho is nly strong enough to contact five people at once, but she can maintain the connection at quite some distance (500 meters radius), making her rather valuable for jobs that require precise coordination.

Fatal Marionette is a Holder-Type magic, dealing with a set of (currently) 10 magical throwing knives. These knives are simple blades, with small lacrima orbs affixed to their pommels, opposed to loops for spinning. These lacrima allow for remote control of the knives, meaning they can be levitated, launched, and their movement controlled without Elize's physical touch. While their direction can be changed mid-flight, Elize has only mastered curves, not sharp turns. In combat, Elize often wields the knives as one fluid blade, often making them circle around her in a ring. Elize can effectively control her knives from 50 feet away, but is unable to do anything past that yet.

Their real power shows when they are used as a catalyst for Elize's magical energy. When assembled in circles or sets of five, they can create a magic circle with which to cast spells. Her specialties are traps, barriers, and attacks with raw energy. On their own, the knives can be enhanced with magical energy to impact with a little more damage while dulling their edge, to deal with armored opponents without killing them. When it comes to traps, all Elize has to do is leave a circle of knives, and she can remote activate them to bind opponents for a short time (if they are standing on or are directly under the trap) with tethers of energy, or blast them with a short burst of energy. She can also place two circles and warp the target between them, but she hasn't perfected it at all, and the chance of her expending all of her energy or the lacrima on the knives breaking isn't a risk she wants to take. Barriers work in the same way, placing down knives, and creating a dome or wall, depending on the formation. The circles for spells don't have a size restriction, but past 4 feet, they become weaker due to surface area.

Elize's magic is energy-intensive, and she often nearly expends her resources each mission she takes. Thankfully, she can wield the Fatal Marionette set well without magic, in dire circumstances, though the extra weight of the lacrima can sometimes cause problems. Manipulating the knives isn't too bad, but her spells are relatively strong, and they have a price to show it.

Elize is spending most of her time researching ways to affix elemental lacrima to her knives to give them new properties, or maybe craft entirely new sets, though both are far too expensive at the moment, and finding decent lacrima these days is a challenge in itself.

Is a passive magic that he has acquired. It allows him to heal from fatal woulds indefinitely so long as he can supply himself with the magic power to do so. He is also able to regrow limbs, endure blood loss, and generally survive what would certainly kill anyone else. He is also able to use his magic to temporarily strengthen his body so that he may take more hits before his skin can get punctured and his bones break. As of now he is unable to strengthen his muscles to hit harder or move faster, only make things more durable so he won't need to spend as much magic power to recreate/heal them.

I know how it sounds so im willing to completely change it at anytime

Has no proper training to use thesword, and has rarely actually ever brought himself to draw it. Carries it mostly as a decoration due to his lack of talent with fighting with it for the most part. However, the blade is not at all dull. Same goes for the dagger!

Perception Magic is quite self-explanatory; it revolves around the manipulation and deception of the opponent's senses, or how they perceive themselves and their environment. This is achieved by initiating a "trigger action". A trigger is simply a thing done to drop the opponent's guard prior to the illusions. It is usually something mundane like a finger snap, wave, or wink. There is no real limit to the amount of people Astaroth can trap in one illusion, as long as they all "pulled the trigger". However, more people snared in illusions at once makes it much more unstable, making escape exponentially easier per person.

For example, the caster could tamper with his opponent's sight and create phantasmal clones of himself, or summon forth nightmarish creatures from seemingly nowhere. Sight isn't the only sense that can be confused. Astaroth can also conjure up earsplitting screams to shatter eardrums, or play music from thin air alone. He can even remove senses altogether, if enough magical power is invested. For instance, Astaroth could remove his opponent's sense of balance, causing him to become dizzy or fall over.

The most potent utilization of this magic is the ability to simulate pain very convincingly. Astaroth can trick his opponent's body into believing it's been poisoned, eviscerated, or any other unpleasurable state of being.

Perception Magic can also work in a support setting, like turning allies invisible, creating illusion clones, or numbing pain.

The main counter to Perception Magic is simply awareness. Once you realize you're in an illusion, you're about as good as free. If that's proving too difficult, a friend could bail a victim out of an illusion through strong stimuli (slap, etc.).