Name: Fizban
Age: 35
Birthday: sept 7
Magic: Black veil (illusion magic)
Magic Level: S
History: Fizban is a simple mage of no ambition. His entire life, from infancy to the present, has been a series of what happens when you simply keep walking forward instead of reaching some mystic goal and stagnating there like a dry vegetable. His magic was branded weak by other mages but was never deterred, continuing on with his life one improvement at a time, earning respect as a minor guildsman before eventually becoming the head of a small guild "Dirge" which despite only having a dozen members was well established throughout Fiore, often serving as a branch for larger guilds for information or assistance in acquiring goods, contracts, equipment, housing, members, anything under the rainbow. Very little adventuring became a constant theme of Fizbans later years but not once did he mind.
His was a life of organization and excellence in his field. The guild Dirge was later taken over by his second in command, Eliza Runewood, and continues to operate as a small information branch when Fizban is in need of various items.
His role on the council was almost assured from his success and known ties to magic guilds.
Personality: Outward he is always very relaxed borderline forgetful, but is always serious when the need arises. Strong of mind and quicker with his tongue, the master of all things business within the magic council is a reserved fellow. Rarely talks out against the decisions of the others but firm in his own choice unless convinced otherwise. Slow to anger, slower to fight, quick to end one.
Guild and guild mark location: Magical council
Team Members: -blank-
Three Strengths:
1. Quick learner
2. Highly adaptive
3. Skilled negotiator
Three Weaknesses:
1. Stubborn as an ox
2. Tedious with most tasks
3. Pays no attention to others
Greatest Love: Paperwork and solitude
Motivation: None. He is given a task and completes it to his standards.
Appearance:
Additional Details: Fizbans magic contains a powerful paralysis toxin that manifests as shadowy black smoke. The mixture permeates the inside of his robes and often leaks out to dissipate into the air harmlessly. Preferring not to savagely beat a person he fights by infecting them with the shadow toxin while the same shadows create a thick black smog screen in the area, snuffing out sight while numbing the senses. His hooked staff contains a concentrated form of his shade.
Name: magic Council
Mark: n/a
Orientation: Good