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[b]Name:[/b] Zico al'Sorna

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Appearance:[/b] Devilishly handsome with tinted, olive skin. He has fiery hair the color of a diminishing sunset and eyes of piercing amber. His angular face is accentuated with sharp cheekbones and a defined jaw. Of shorter height than an average male, his body lithe and slender. He walks and moves lightly like wisps of air, each step a graceful glide of his figure. Each ear is punctured with a silver earring that twinkled as bright as his eyes. He's usually seen adorned with the regalia of the aristocrats: an elegant overcoat of fine satin that envelops his nimble stature, and underneath that he wore a leather vest and breeches that protected his silky button-up and undergarments. But regardless of his flashy attire, Zico's presence is that of a ghost: insubstantial and illusory. One minute you see a man of glowing jewels and silk and the next thing you know, you're staring at a passing carriage horse shitting.

[b]Style/Levels:[/b] Combat Magic V --- Support Magic V --- Stilettos I --- Fisticuffs I
[u]Combat Magic I[/u]
[indent]Etra I: [i]Phantom's Touch[/i] - Instant effect. With a snap of Zico's fingers, a rock-size [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/275/6/9/ro___magic_circle_by_zearyu-d2zy2dz.png]magic sigil[/url] materializes directly in front of his target's face. After a split second, the sigil collapses and implodes, releasing a mild concussive blast that can knock his targets off his feet, causing temporary dizziness and confusion. The blast to the face can be paralleled to a gloved, mild punch to the face. Not enough to severely harm, but enough to disorientate for a few seconds. Cannot be rapid-fired, cooldown of 10 seconds.[/indent]

[indent]Etra II: [i]Malice[/i] - A [url=http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs37/f/2008/268/8/5/magic_circle2_by_Xyee.jpg]dark sigil[/url] materializes directly in front of Zico. It takes 2 seconds for the sigil to manifest before releasing an ethereal blast of a dense ball of shadow at the target. If it hits the target, the sphere of black shadows will shatter and envelop the mark in an ominous, ill aura. The aura will do damage over time for 10 seconds in ticks of 2 seconds. Cool down of 15 seconds.[/indent]

[indent]Etra III: [i]Chains[/i] - A [url=http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/224/0/f/Magic_Circle___3_by_white__paper.jpg]large sigil[/url] emerge from underneath his target's feet. When it's fully developed, black chains composed of sinister magic expels upward and wraps around the victim where he's held immobile for 10 seconds. Cast time of 2 seconds, with a cooldown of 1 minute. [/indent]

[indent]Etra IV: [i]Spectral Bolt[/i] - Zico holds out his hand, and a [url=http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/052/9/e/yuuko_ichihara__s_magic_circle_by_earthstar01-d4qj5jv.png]sinister sigil[/url] substantiate in front of his palm. When fully complete, it invokes a vile, shot of black magic that expels like a strike of lightning. It has a cast time of 1 second, and a cooldown of 2 seconds. It's his more aggressive combat spell.[/indent]

[indent]Etra V: [i]Umbral Claws[/i] - Zico holds out his hand, and a [url=http://img.wallpaperstock.net:81/tera-online-magic-circle-wallpapers_35644_1280x1024.jpg]black sigil[/url] glows in front of his palm. When fully integrated, it delivers a large and black ethereal with clawed fingers. The hand homes into the target, and attacks for three slashes before dispersing like exploding mist. If the target is hit all three times, the status of poison will be inflicted. Cast time of 3 seconds, cooldown of 20 seconds.[/indent]

[b]Weapons:[/b] Hidden, ornate stiletto hidden in a secret pocket of his leather vest. Though lacking in physical strength, Zico is very familiarized with knife fights, and intermediate hand-to-hand combat. Not strong enough to overtake and opponent bigger than he is, but quick and smart enough to either slip and slice, or to buy enough time to cast his magic or better yet, disappear. 

[b]Personality:[/b] The epitome of a gentleman. Well mannered and educated. Very charismatic and silver-tongued, but extremely sarcastic. Intelligent, but impulsive. He's the type of guy that thinks and ask questions DURING a problematic situation rather than analyzing it from the get-go. But that does not make him reckless; his impulsiveness makes him quick on his wits and feet and he's calculative even when under pressure. His ability to keep a calm composure regardless of any situation is what makes him a great liar. He is, after all, nothing more than a con artist. His lack of empathy combined with his devilish charms are his ultimate weapons when it comes to adopting various guises to swindle and embezzle the Zenithians of their wealth.

[b]History:[/b] An orphan, left abandoned on the streets of the slums. With no where else to go, Zico was initiated into a gang of ne'er-do-wells and thieves. During his time within the criminal underworld, his vagrant abilities began to bloom, and eventually they blossomed into defiled talents. He learned how to swoon women of their purses (and much more) through the use of his charms. He acquired the knowledge to trick men into emptying their pockets for diluted liquor that he promised to be rare, century-aged wine imported from an unheard of island recently discovered by explorers. He wasn't just a thief, he was first and foremost, a gentleman. He self-educated himself from books that he stole, he learned the delicate art of etiquette, he spent hours mimicking the attitude of nobles and aristocrats until he can perfectly insult a lowly beggar with the superiority of an asshole. As the years passed, so did his arsenal of personas. From wealthy merchants to holy priests to bankrupt noblemen, Zico was able to adapt to each guise with perfection and, when a job has been accomplished, is able to disappear entirely by the simple method of disposing one of his many personas into a roaring fire. In time, was able to accumulate himself a vast amount of wealth that could officially rank him as a lowly noble, which he then use to fuel the creation of new characters through the purchase of expensive accessories and costumes. He does not steal because he needs to. He steals because he can, meaning that he's never going to stop until he has robbed the wealthiest man in the world of Zenith.

There was one incident however, the first of it's kind that was able to thoroughly disrupt Zico's way of life. It involved an older gentlemen, a con gone wrong, and Zico being the one swindled out of millions. It was absolutely, terribly humiliating. That certain, despicable and loathsome individual was never seen again but his features and physique are forever burned into Zico's mind, and that little thought-form was enough to rile Zico to the point of frothy-mouthed anger when it escapes the depth of his complex, mental prison once in a blue moon. 

[b]Why are you on this journey?:[/b] "Time to entwine my delicate fingers with the opportunistic affairs of adventuring!"

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] He dislikes cats.

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Celosia Alesea - "Very beautiful, and admirable. Despite her looks, she's strong - physically but more importantly, mentally. Looked in her bag a few times when she wasn't looking, and unsurprisingly, I have not found anything juicy or demeaning. She's a just and respectable woman, and although it pains me to say it, even more so than I."

Sinpher 'Sin' Randol - "Oh, would I kill to have a look in his pockets. Such an enthralling and exciting lad. Too bad a piece of me dies when he glares at me with those virulent eyes. Tried talking to him several times. Could be talking to an azoic rock for all I know. Fearsome fellow, though, very strong. He does lack the glamorous charms I have, however.

Mayaquen - "He's got a great appreciation for fashion, I'll tell you that. Not really talkative though. Touched his black box a couple of times when he was asleep, but I was too petrified to inquire about it's contents. I believe that's where he stored his 'tablets' - what if I accidentally smudged one of them? Oh, but my alluring and delicate face bruises oh so easily..."

Tyrell Varn - "Ah! Someone of the same kin as I! Finally, a crooked-sister that I can confide in about our crooked-ness. She is pretty flat-chested though. Ah, well, puberty is a very exclusive occurrence that is unique to each individual."

Jitters - "I wonder if that ring adorned on...it's...thoroughly decomposed and bleached digit is of any remarkable worth. Not particularly thrilled about the taction between diseased bones and my delicate fingers, however."

Nathimys Bayias - "Formidable man. Kind of nice, when he doesn't have blood smeared across his face. I can see the cold fog around his heart, though. Good to have around during the hot, summer-time."

Joscelin Voclain - "She's very loud. Nice, cute, but god, is she loud. I have no qualms with her though, she's a genuinely good woman. Very cheerful and fun, and I admit, having her around does improve my temper. But a handsome man MUST need his beauty sleep..."

Atalee Vayshalum - "Tch, such a goody-two-shoes. How dare she impose such a judgmental view on me? Compared to me, she's a vile, presumptuous, ignorant fool. I'll have you know, I have artfully mastered my dishonest profession with grace and elegance through years of sweat and grit. My fortune is just that - mine. I slaved myself for every coin I swindled."

Freya Yates - "OH MY look at all of his trinkets! Even I can see the true value of the oddities, even under all of that rubbish sentimental hogwash. This horned-man have very exquisite taste in- What? That's a woman?"

Ava Zaiyen - "If I want to live, I must not look her directly in the eyes. And I thought [i]I[/i] was the wicked one."

Leon Thorne - "What a happy, friendly lad. I wonder if his wallet is as expansive as his smile. But, buffoonery aside, he's probably the one I'd feel most guilty about hustling from."

Jythrel Arbrick - "...Well what do you know. The old fart is very much still alive, even after I prayed every single day for a whole fucking year for his slow, miserable and pitiful death. A shame. A real shame. I swear, if he wasn't so big, my stiletto would be kissing his wretched ass..."
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