[CHAR] The Legend of the Silver Trident (A Fairy Tail RP)

[Jones Sparrow]

NPC List

Max and Pearl Winter-- The two twin Guild Masters of The Silver Trident! Spending their whole lives in the Guild Hall, they thwarted a large evil 20 years ago, protecting Caister and the guild! Max is a jokster with teleportation magic, and Pearl may seem strict with her elemental dancing magic, but she is just like her brother!

Blitz-- An S-Class Wizard in the Silver Trident. His hair is jet black, and neatly done, he wears nice pants, shoes, a collared shirt, and a blue vest. He's muscular, his eyes are storm gray, and his magic is Shadow magic. He can disappear within the shadows, create shadows, and control them. He's one of the strongest wizards in the guild.

Klondike-- Another S-Class wizard. He's a very muscular man with snow white hair and usually wears winter clothes, even at the beach city. He's an ice wizard, being able to form it wherever and whenever to whatever he wants. He usually helps out the guild by taking the morning shift of the bar, and then spends the rest of his days out on missions.

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MY CHARACTER!!!

Raymond Hunt

Name: Raymond Hunt

AKA: Diamond Back

Age: 18

Appearance: Raymond is about 6'1", with a lean, muscular body tone. He has short messy dark brown hair that fits him perfectly, dark green eyes, and a nice tanned skin tone from his days of travelling. He wears a dark purple sash around his left bicep, and a piece of leather shoulder armor on his right shoulder. Wears white cotton pants, and armored black boots.

Emblem location/color: Ray's emblem is purple, and on his left shoulder

Years in Guild: 5 years

Magic Type: Caster

Magic Style: 1st Gen Diamond Dragon Slayer

Spells:

Ray's Spells

Diamon Dragon Roar
Diamond Dragon Claw
Diamond Dragon Iron Fist
Diamond Dragon Wing Attack

Diamond Dragon Spiked Fist: Creates unbelievably sharp, small diamond tips on each of his knuckles, delivering a brutal blow.

Diamond Dragon Diamond shield: Raymond's forearms have the ability to turn his forearms in to pure diamond, and when slamming both arms together, the arms join together, creating a larger shield to protect him.

Diamond Dragon Earth Slam: Slamming both of his fists to the ground creates a rather small earth quake meant to throw opponents a bit off balance.

Diamond Dragon Tumble Roll: Raymond gets a running start, and then curls in to a ball, his backside, and back of his head, arms, and legs turn to diamond, crushing anything he rolls in to.

Diamond Dragon Secret Art:
--Diamond Skin: With most of his magic energy, Raymond can turn his whole body in to diamond, making him nearly invincible for only a minute or two, depending on how angry he is, and the amount of energy he has

Diamond Dragon Hidden Art:
--Diamond Eruption: When in Dragon Force mode, Raymond digs his hands in to the earth, and with the help of his magic he heats the material in the ground, making diamonds erupt, and under certain circumstances, even someone's clothing or armor.

Bio:

Ray's Story

Like many dragon slayers, I was orphaned at a very young age, and soon found by my dragon. I didn't worry much as a kid, although I did feel the loneliness, I kept my imagination up to keep me going. I pretended to be a mighty knight protecting the King of Fiore, a wizard in a mighty guild, a giant flying dragon that soared through the clouds...I met Adamas when I was about 6. I spent my time wandering from village to village until I was run out of a town by a group of bandits. Hiding in the nearby forest I slept for the night, and when I woke I saw something that were believed to be legends. Adamas was a very pale blue, his eyes piercing silver, and said that he watched me from afar talking to the bandits before they ran me out.

I asked him if he was a real life dragon. He made what I would guess was a laugh and said yes. He asked me if I was a real life human (jokingly of course), and I replied with a yes. I asked if he was going to eat me, he said no. He asked if I would like to learn magic, and I exclaimed yes. Adamas was a patient dragon, but never really let his feelings show. He was wise though, and had a way to make things easier for me to understand. When he wasn't teaching me dragon slayer magic, he was teaching me how to read, write, what was fiction and what was fact. He let me learn on my own by giving me "missions" by going in to town and just listening to people, or asking to help someone out by doing chores. It taught me a bit of social skills, something I needed when I spent most of my time alone or hanging out with a dragon I called my father.

Years later, I helped that same town that I ran away from when I was a kid. The bandits were tormenting it, and I used my new skills to stop them. When I returned home, Adamas was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was a purple sash, and a small pouch of diamonds-- to use when I need some more power. I waited for days, looking up at the sky. Every time a branch moved I was hoping he would appear... But he never did. I started to try and track his scent, going to the tallest mountains, and the hottest deserts.

That's when I came across an unusual object. I was 11 when I came across a weird egg in the middle of the plains. It was too big to be a bird, but not ginormous. Curiosity got the best of me, and I watched over it. I kept it warm, kept it cold, put it in shelter when it rained, and eventually it hatched. What came out was an orange cat! A talking, flying orange cat! I wasn't going to leave him behind, and I felt like I had a special bond with him now, so I told him about my quest for Adamas. He eagerly accepted. So together we searched far and wide, we decided to call him Roger, we made him a vest and backpack, and we set off on our journey... Until one day we came across a herd of Vulcans. I did my best to fight them off, but I was easily defeated..

I woke up in a bed and the smell of delicious food and the ocean, with Roger right next to me. That's when I met Max and Pearl. Apparently Blitz, one of their S-Class wizards, saved me, and brought me here. I then told them my story, and were surprised to see that a Dragon Slayer was in their guild. Me always hearing about guilds and becoming a powerful wizard, I asked if Roger and I could join. They heard of my passion to protect Roger, and my strength held the monsters back for a bit, and they promised that if we joined, we would be joining more than a guild, and we will grow stronger than ever.

I became a part of the Silver Trident that day! And for five years Roger and I did missions, challenging looking up to Blitz, promising that one day we would see who is the strongest wizard in the guild. We did missions all over town, and as the years went by we started traveling across Fiore to complete tasks. At this time I got the name Diamond Back for the speed at witch I struck, and my evasiveness.

I have met some amazing people over the years, and I can truly call this guild my home... But my mission of finding Adamas still hasn't gone from my mind, although it isn't the main priority anymore.

Personality: Like many Dragon Slayers, Raymond is very brave, headstrong, and stubborn. He may be an adult but still has the heart of a child, and will do anything for his family. Being raised by a dragon, he doesn't have the best manners, and often blurts things out innocently.

Relationship?: Raymond has a close relationship with his exceed friend, Roger (anyone wanna group up let me know!)

Equipment: A bag of priceless diamonds used to when he needs extra energy, and his purple sash, both left by Adamas.

Other: With his traveling and guild work, Raymond has a number of scars, his most notable one is one he got as a kid while training with Adamas along his jawbone.

Also gonna make my trusty companion Roger the Exceed! Every dragon slayer needs one!

Roger the Exceed

Name: Roger

AKA:The Invincible! (no one calls him that except himself)

Age: 7

Appearance: Roger is the size of a cat, and looks like it too. His fur is light orange, with a white stomach and a patch of white fur on his ear. His left ear flops down, and his eyes are large. He wears a backpack over his gray vest (he and Ray made it together while traveling)

Emblem location/color: The emblem is dark blue, and on his back

Years in Guild: 5 years

Magic Type: Caster

Magic Style: Aera (the ability of flight)

Spells:

Roger's Spells

Roger only has the basic Aera spells:

Max Speed: By using Magic Power the user increases their speed to the extremes, allowing them to fly a distance relative to the amount they used. This speed can be used to dodge incoming attacks. While using this spell, the user can also carry one additional person. However, this spell is restricted by the amount of Magic Power the user has, as once the user runs out, they will collapse.

Max Speed Attack: While flying and using Max Speed, the user strikes the target with their head, dealing a strong blow.

Bio:

Roger's Story

I was dropped on to Earth about the time the dragons left. As an egg. Being inside an egg, you actually learn things from the outside world... Its like hearing things far away through a tunnel. I remember for a long time I was alone, but then that changed when I heard his voice. Ray would talk to me--well, my egg for a long time. He would keep me warm when it got cold, and cool when it got warm. His voice was muttered, but it was soothing. Even before I hatched I knew we weren't going to leave each other's sides. I hatched to find him rather shocked a cat hatched from an egg, and he said something about talking to "adam mass" or something about how baby cats work. We immediately became inseparable. Ray told me of his journey on trying to find his father, who was a dragon named Adamas, and I told him that I would help him, as long as we stick together. He said that was already the plan. We both watched each other grow, we would help people in need. We became stronger, I learned how to fly, and we were an unstoppable team... That was until the Vulcan attack. It was hard to recover from that loss, but in return we had a family!

We discovered that no one has seen a dragon around here for a very very long time, and no one has ever seen a talking cat before either! The years went by in our guild, and once again we were a force to be reckoned with (except that Ray usually got his butt kicked by every S-Class wizard in our guild). I know that Ray isn't done searching for Adamas, but he hasn't brought it up in a while... So for now, we stick with our family, and hopefully we'll find him!

Personality: He literally spent his whole life with Ray, so he's very much like him. He's carefree, says what's on his mind, and will do anything to protect his best friend Ray

Relationship?: Ray is his best friend of all time!

Equipment: Carries a backpack with all of Ray and his' souvenirs, and as many raspberries he can carry (its his favorite food)

Other: Loves Raspberries, and making fun of Ray

[Cold Hands]

Alban Olvex, The Water God Slayer

Name
Alban Vard Olvex

Alas
Son of Njord

Age
22

Appearance
Alban stands as a tall young man around the height of 6’4, but to back up his height is a body frame that is normal by most means. There isn’t a lot of muscle to it but it does still have enough meat to fill him out. Keeping his face cleanly shaven to maintain a clean appearance but hold his hair back in a black ponytail little past his shoulders that always has a seemingly wet appearance. While he is a professional he wears what is comfortable which is usually a pair of sandals, light blue silken long shorts embroidered with waves on each side and a silken shirt with crashing waves on it depicting a sailor kissing a mermaid.

Emblem location/color
Sea Blue, back of the neck

Years in Guild
12 years

Magic Type
Caster

Magic Style
Water God Slayer

Spells
(WIP)

Bio
Alban has been apart of the guild since he washed up on the shores near the guild house nearly twelve years ago when Pearl found the young boy face up with the sun beating down upon him. Knowing from the storm the night before he’d been a sailor's son. But the guildmaster did sense that he had magical power about him, but what it was would baffle the woman later on. Taken into the guild allowing the young boy to recover before probing him for answers, it didn’t take long to see that the boy was a water mage and an accomplished one for his young age. But he said afterwards shocked both Max and Pearl.

Alban as he stuffed his face claimed the the god Njord had taught him how to use magic, which at the time was either very serious or laughable. Since the art of God slaying was exceedingly rare and the ability to find such magic even rarer. But this child claimed not only to have it but to be taught by one of the gods of the sea. When asked for a demonstration, young Alban nodded. Taken outside of town just incase this strange boy had these powers. In his demonstration Alban bellowed out thick black water cutting through a mountain, cutting the rock smoother than polished diamonds. After he had done so Alban passed out, both Max and Pearl unanimously admitted the boy into the guild afterwards.

As his time in the guild grew, so did Alban’s power. Growing to be an exceedingly powerful wizard. Taking on jobs that most thought were too dangerous proving his worth repeatedly but also grew tired of the onslaught of easy jobs. But that was about to change with the upcoming S-Class promotion trial. Chosen at the age of seventeen for the trials, one that did actual prove challenging and pushed past and threw the trials. Tapping into the rage from his heart, summoning and excessive amount power, that was far above the amount needed. What actually transpired is known between Alban, Blitz, Max and Pearl. Afterward he became an S-Class wizard and the rest is history. Becoming one of the premiere wizards of the guild and overtime was granted the alas ‘Son of Njord’.

Personality
Alban works when he needs cash, helping out a friend or maybe to impress a girl or two. While he can be counted on in a pinch, he more than often is seen lounging about the guild hall or the town drinking. Which doesn’t exactly help since his body dilutes the liquid rather quickly. Normally very friendly and quick to help, even tutoring the younger generations of the guild. What he’s best known for is that he’s a sucker for a pretty pair of eyes and most of the female population of the guild know and exploit this fact from time to time. Something Pearl has to keep a watchful eye on.

Relationship
(Would like one, pm to discuss it.)

Equipment
None

Other
Alban has major scarring on his right side which is a shark bite from his youth.

[The Whacko]

Name: Zebedee Nash
AKA: The Gravefinder, Corpsewaker, That Big Bald Dude, Dude, His Dudeness, Duder, El Duderino (If you aren't into the whole brevity thing).
Age: 36
Appearance: A tall, light-skinned, swarthy bald man with a perminant scowl, one beady eye (His right eye was lost on the job), colliflowered ears and a broad nose that's been broken a few times. Most tend to mistake him for a local thug rather than a guild wizard. His style of dress doesn't do much to help that assumtion either, favoring a cheap gray duster, brown t-shirt, fingerless gloves, tan cargo pants and heavy work boots, the cherry on top being the black eyepatch covering his empty right eye socket.

Emblem location/color: Black, on the right side of his neck.
Years in Guild: 4
Magic Type: Caster, some small elements of holding magic.

Magic Style: Necromancy

Spells:

Reanimate Corpse: Self-explainitory. Works with both 'fresh' (zombies) and 'decayed' (skeletons) corpses.

Summon Ghost: Another self-explainitory one. Summons a vengeful spirit from beyond the grave, usualy possessing some form of ice or dark magic.

Summon Wraith: Similar to ghosts, but semi-corporeal, with the added bonus of being able to carry spectral blades that cut just as well as any physical weapon, and leave the cold touch of the dead behind it.

Summon Banshee: His most powerful undead at this time, and also the most draining. Banshee screams won't actually kill you, but they'll hurt your hearing like a sonuvabitch. Their claws absolutely will kill you though, and they fly fast.

Commune: Simply, the summoning of a calmer spirit (Or in some cases reanimating a corpse and putting some extra magic into it to restore some brain function and repair vocal cords) to converse with it, useful in murder investigations or when the only people that know a secret are dead.

Bio: There isn't much to be said about this man. Born and raised in the coastal town of Cimmura, Zeb is the oldest of five brothers, son to a dockworker and a seemstress. His talent for magic became evident early in life, and he spent most of his days in the local shops looking through any tome he could get his hands on. His first real use of magic was when reanimating his youngest brother's puppy, an exertion that nearly killed the young man, but that saved the little animal's life and caught the attention of the the local wizards. He was placed in a support group for the very small community of wizards in the city, and through it found his first and most influential guild, the SRBA (Society for Responsible use of the Black Arts) He spent most of the next decade with them, though he was forced to seek out a new guild when they were shut down by a storm of lawsuits after they were forced to reanimate a town's graveyard to defend the locals from a bandit gang. Since then he's moved on to Silver Trident, and so far it is a choice he hasn't come to regret.

Personality: Despite the dark reputation of his magic, Zeb is actually a pretty cool dude. Gruff but likeable, he's usualy willing to give his fellow man a fair shake and will help out whenever he can. He's a bit nervous about using his abillities in front of new people, but once one has earned his trust they will find few better friends. Despite his fundementally good nature, he does have his moral lines, and once someone has crossed them, their life means nothing to him.

Relationship?: Mother,father, three younger brothers.

Equipment: Flail (For when magic isn't enough to get the job done), canteen, a small time containing binding rituals for spirits.

Other: N/A

[decayedAngel]

Name: Nathan Grant

AKA: 'Rage'

Age: 23

Appearance:


Emblem location/color: Neck/Face in a kingfisher blue

Years in Guild: 5

Magic Type: Caster

Magic Style: Lightning Dragon Slayer

Spells: Lightning Dragon Roar, Lightning Dragon Blast, Electric Boom (Area around him becomes electrified some what)

Bio: Nathan, Found falling from the Sky by a dragon, off of what seemed to be an incredibly high floating castle, possibly an old guilds hall. The dragons name was Elsteen, and he taught Nathan the basics of Lightning Dragon Magic, Having sparring lessons where Nathan would always come so close to beating his dragon father figure, before inevitably being caught off guard.

Nathan always awoke some days and noticed the Dragon missing, as he had gone searching for food, Nathan would practice his techniques, honing them, still very young and only knowing little of his magic, years would go by and Nathan would notice Elsteen leaving days at a time, causing Nathan to be very hungry most of the time, and having to go into nearby towns and steal food, which never ended well.

One week went by and Elsteen had never came back, Another week, And another, quickly realising he was never coming back, Nathan sadly departed his 'home', in search of a new family, or maybe just an abandoned home. This is where he came upon the Silver Tridant guild, after travelling from place to place every couple of years he stumbled upon a majestic home, which quickly became a favorite of his, beginning to do contracts and being assigned groups 'Rage' would become a very integral part of the Guild, several people seeing him as a friend and someone to look up to, even in his short time at the guild. This is where his backstory ends, and this one begins.

Personality: Upbeat, Attention-Seeking at times and rather cocky of his abilities, Always trying to impress the girls.

Relationship?: N/a

Equipment: N/a

Other: N/a

[Happy Go Lucky]

Name: Alistair Reignstein

AKA: Ringtail.

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance:

Alistair stands at a height of 6 foot 2 inches with a caucasian white skintone. Possessing heterochroma, he has one blue left eye and one green right eye. As for his hair, he supports a long set of dark purple slightly spiked waist length hair with white and black highlights which flows behind him like a tail almost.

As for his clothing, he usually adorns himself with a sleeveless jet black turtleneck shirt which is tucked into his trousers. Along his arms, is plated magic steel, which is as lightweight as paper, giving him enhanced protection on his arms and shoulders without reducing his combat efficiency. On his right arm is a small orb along the wrist, which is his magic grappler.

As for his lower clothing, Alistair wears a pair of long white trousers and a pair of knee length heavy black boots. For accessories, he wears a fake mechanical cow shaped tail which is covered with furs to give the appearance of a cows tail.

Emblem location/color: His emblem is located on the throat of his neck, and is coloured white on the outside and black on the trident.

Years in Guild: 4

Magic Type: Holder

Magic Style: Celestial Spirit Wizard

Spells/Keys:
Gold - Gate of the Golden Bull Key - Taurus
Gold - Gate of the Archer - Sagittarius
Silver - Gate of the Bear Cub Key - Polaris
Silver - Gate of the Clock Key - Horologium
Silver - Gate of the Southern Cross Key - Crux

Bio:

Bio stuffz

What can I say about myself? I grew up unhappily. For me, I was one of the unlucky people, a person who grew up in a life of dirt and general unhappy suffering. A silly child who could have became much worse were it not the day I encountered the keys.

You see, I grew up with my parents in a town far away from many of the glorious cities of our world, magic sure was thick in the air, but not many people could use it effectively where I lived. I worked at forced labour, it was easy enough if you kept yourself determined to survive. As for who I worked for? The usual scumbags. Greedy rich folk who enjoy abusing people and raking in the profits for themselves. On the outside the town was peaceful, lush green trees and fields, but inside the town was hidden anxiety and fear, and I felt it through much of my childhood.

When you live in a town where everyone is miserable and you get occasionally beaten, you tend to lose a lot of hope. I was sick of being forced around like a slave, I didn't desire this, and I wished that I would never have to experience it at all. I stole some rope, tied it near the biggest tree i could find, and intended to end my suffering there on the lush beautiful hills which should be spread with joy, not sadness... That's when I heard a voice, a mans, i thought, pleading me, inside my head to stop.

I questioned the voice, and he beckoned me down, beside the tree laid a golden key, beautiful in all its glory, I had never seen anything like it. Lifting it up, the voice was more clear. It called itself out as Taurus... A Celestial spirit... It could sense my angst and desired to know more. When i told him of my pain, and what had happened, he gave me the opportunity to make a contract, and he would help me save my family and the town from these monsters. How could I say no? We came to terms on the dates, and with that, our pact was assured.

I used taurus and laid waste to the bastards holding the town under leash and collar, and struck fear into the men and women who were against us. Even against such powerful odds, I stayed strong, and struck down the oppression holding my town. unfortunately, I passed out afterwards. Upon awakening, I was congratulated by the townfolk, and after seeing my deeds, they passed me three silver keys and a pair of dual swords, Lux and Umbra, my father and mothers own, apparently they were in the possession of the fiends. They wanted me to grow stronger and desired me to make the town proud elsewhere. I accepted, I took those three silver keys and left, to save others of my own free will, teaching myself to attack with the swords I was given along the way, i lived by myself, and grew accustomed to the wilderness. I met my own little companion too, a ringtail. I decided to name him Bastion, after my father.

People heard of me on the roads, some kid beating up assholes on the roads like some form of vigilantee hero. I didn't realise how much I was at risk, but I eventually, two years later bit off more than I could chew when a powerful wizard attacked me, intent on stealing my keys, but before the wizard could do serious harm, A member of Silver Trident saved me and nursed me to health back in their guild. As a thanks, and for my own protection, I sought refuge in their guild and became a member, at 14.

The years went by pretty innocently enough, I met wonderful people and grew attached to everyone pretty easily, whilst continuing to studying the art of swordplay. My personality became more upbeat, I started to enjoy life, and live it to the fullest, and thus, improved. During a competition on one of my missions, I managed to win first place in a competition of skill involving my swords, granting me the Golden key of the archer! Aside from that, nothing very eventful! And now we're here today!

Personality:

A laid back, carefree and optimistic person who loves to be around people who like him, Alistair displays himself as always thinking ahead for people, and always on constant worry. He looks after his guild mates and makes sure everything is in working order. Willing to put his life on the line, he is respected for his happy go lucky nature.

Of course, in the presence of one of his certain spirits, Alistair becomes... A bit obsessive. He becomes overly energetic and constantly gawks and attaches himself to the spirit whenever possible, and hardly takes into consideration the world around them, as he becomes scarily enraptured in getting the spirits attention, much to that spirits comical displeasure.

Relationship?:

Nothing is really known about his family or anyone he knew before joining the guild, and he has no known relationships. Others around the guild who likes a relaxed, comical individual like himself would find themselves drawn to his casual attitude who prides himself on keeping people safe.

Equipment:

Grapplehook: A magic operated device which allows him to shoot a magic laso like hook from a small circular grey orb on his right arm to propell himself upwards to leap away from danger or otherwise reach higher distances.

Rapier: While he may be a celestial mage, he has trained in the arte of swordsmanship and always carries two rapiers on his person at all times, appropriately named Lux and Umbra. One is a glistening white blade adorned with angel feathers, with a light blue hue along the middle and the other is a pitch black blade, with a dark purple hue along the middle adorned with a wolfs emblem on the hilt.

He can either use one or the other or combine them together for a better movepool of dual bladed strikes.

Other:

One of the more comical traits of Alistair is that he possesses a rather unusual love and crush for Taurus, which to the spirits horror, ceases to slow him down from continuous denial, and is relentless in pursuing the spirit like an overly attached girlfriend. Hilarity ensues.

Alistair also possesses a pet, a ringtail named Bastion which sits sleeping mostly atop his head or on his back.

[Narcotic Dollie]

Name: Calliope Cross
AKA: Cantaloupe, Kaleidoscope, any other varriation of her name.
Age:19
Appearance:

Ignore her boots, please!
Height: 5'7"
Emblem Location/Color: On the inside of her right arm, under the crook of her elbow. It is bright red in color.
Years in Guild: Two months
Magic Type:Caster and Holder
Magic Style:Energy Vampirism
Spells:
Astral Drain – Once Calliope has depleted the majority of her magical energy, she can steal what she needs from her opponent. This only works if she can maintain skin-to-skin contact with her victim while casting and the spell is broken when the enemy breaks away. This spell can NEVER kill an opponent, only drain their energy reserves.

Astral Transfer – Calliope can transfer her own magical energy to an ally through continuous physical contact. She doesn’t use this spell often because she doesn’t like to feel helpless. This spell can NEVER kill Calliope, only drain her energy reserves.

Bio: Calliope was born one bright, sunny day in summer and was then promptly discarded into the nearest alley way. Fortunately for her, said alley was adjacent to the home of Caister’s best blacksmith and it did not take long for Atlas Cross to hear the tiny babe's caterwauling and for him to have mercy on the little one.

Atlas adopted the little girl and raised her as his own. The blacksmith was a bachelor, so Calliope had no mother, but that was fine by her. She spent afternoons helping her father in the shop, fawning over the local mage’s magical weapons whenever they stopped by. She was enamored with all things magical and began to dream of one day joining a guild herself. Atlas, hoping to distract the girl from this dream, gave the girl her first non-enchanted sword on her fourteenth birthday. As she cradled the sword in her hands, Calliope knew she had found her calling.

After that, Calliope spent all of her spare time practicing. She grew stronger, but still envied the magic items of the guild members. Then one day, when Calliope was eighteen, someone sold her father a magic sword. The teenager begged her father to let her have it and Atlas finally relented, even though he wasn’t sure his adopted daughter would even have the magical ability to wield it. She did, but just barely. The sword drained what little magic energy she had very quickly, so she worked with it every day to build her tolerance.

When she turned nineteen, Calliope finally told her father that she was going to join The Silver Trident. Atlas tried to talk her out of it, knowing firsthand how dangerous a mage’s life could be, but she was determined. The night before she left, Atlas sat Calliope down and told her about the astral transfer magic that had been passed down in his family for generations and how he wanted to give it to her. He reached out and held her at the inside of her left forearm. There was a bright flash of light and it was finished, the blacksmith had permanently transferred all of his magic to his daughter, leaving him powerless. When he removed his hand, their family magic rune had been tattooed on her arm in red.

Calliope left home the next day and began the process of joining the Silver Trident. She still visits her father regularly.

Personality: Calliope has an adventurous spirit, thrives on action, and loves anything that gets her adrenaline up. This of course makes her a bit of a risk taker, which often gets her into sticky situations. It also means that she can get bored easily if she feels like she isn't doing something productive. She also loves to spar. She doesn't feel like swinging swords at a practice dummy improves her skill at all, so anytime someone offers to train with her, she jumps on it.

Relationship: Just her father for now, though she wants to make new friends.

Equipment:
Dawnstar Sword – An old Kanata style sword, it uses flame magic during the day and ice magic at night. Constantly drains magic from the user and slowly losses power until becomes just a regular sword once its owner’s reserves are fully depleted.

Extra:

Magic Rune Tattoo

Calliope is just getting the hang of her astral drain/transfer magic, so she often asks fellow guild members to let her practice it on them.

[Phobos]

Sorry for the long wait >-< had to go back with my folks and help take care of my mom after she had a surgery. Welp, my cs is done now though :D let me know if you see any gramatical errors since I had to do all of it on my phone xD

Name: Blade
AKA: Blade
Age: 18
Appearance:

Emblem location/color: Opposite side of his Lachrima and white to contrast it
Years in Guild: 1 year
Magic Type: Caster

Magic Style:
Light Magic - A Magic in which the caster is able to manipulate and utilize light in various ways. Occasionally, a certain technique, usually involving the hands, is used to cast a Light spell. When used for offense, the Magic can take the form of a sphere-like object that can be ejected at the opponent or as a beam that can be blasted. Light can also be emitted from the caster's body; depending on the brightness or heat that the light emits, it can be capable enough to blind an enemy or cause the surroundings to explode. Light Magic can also be manifested for multiple usage in defense.

The Light contains a warm feeling to it since it is fueled by Blade's inner positive emotions.

Darkness Magic - type of Magic which allows users to manipulate and control destructive Dark Magic. This Magic has a physical form used for destroying objects, blocking enemies' attacks and picking up objects. The color of the Magic varies depending on the caster (black/purple/red for Blade). Users typically shape their attacks into the form of ghostly apparitions, which they can use in various ways. The malefic nature of this Magic tends to complement the sinister nature of its users, and it is known to make people physically ill and cold in nature.

The feel to the darkness is malicious, slowly taking over Blade's sanity and forcing him to darkness.

Spells:
Light Magic:
Light Shower - Blade clasps his hands together, gathering around his fists and forming into a bright spear. Upon incantation, the orb glows brighter. Once he speaks the spells name, he aims his fists at the target. From the orb fires dozens, if not hundred of beams of light towards his target.

Holy Beam - A bright white light emits from anywhere the user wants. From there the user can fire off a beam of light that explodes and burns on impact, causing large amounts of damage.

Light Body Transformation - Blade can change the composition of his body to mimic light, able to phase through attacks when in this state. It also allows him to move at much faster speeds.

Moonblades - Blade clenches his fists, only leaving the index and middle finger extending for both hands. Two swirls of light begin to form around his finger tips, their spiraling speeds only increasing. Afterwards, he swings his arms at his target, firing off a blade of light in the shape of a crescent. The explosions from these attacks aren't that great but they contain an incredible heat.

Darkness Magic:
Nocturnal Cult - Blade smacks his hands onto the ground, speaking an incantation. A black muscus like substance spreads through the floor, bubbling the entire time. Once he speaks the name of the spell, a large number of phantom like figures arose from the darkness. They different in shape and size bait all have the same color theme: Bright red eyes with a swirling mixture of purple and black making up their bodies. These phantoms home onto their targets and grab onto them, aiming to pull them into the darkness or immobilize them.

Infernal Ray - A black and red energy surrounds his palm, giving off an uneasy vibe. Afterwards, a powerful black and red beam is fired at the target, generating a giant explosion. Blade is capable of bending this beam to hit any moving targets while also surprising them. The destructive power of this attack is greater than Holy Beam.

Soul Extinction - A massive amount of darkness gathers around Blade's body, covering any former details of his body. All that remains is a black figure with two red eyes. The darkness forms a black and purple dome of swirling energy. Blade speaks the spells name in a more demonic voice. The dome rapidly expands, engulfing and reducing everything inside to nothing (if the target isn't strong enough to resist). Afterwards, it erupts into a massive explosion. Blade usually emerges from the spell covered in burns and exhausted, showing that not even he is safe from his own spell.

Bio: Very little is known of Blade's origins. He was discovered in the ruined prison of another kingdom. It's cells were giant holes in the ground with a incredibly heavy steel gate on top. He had long black and white hair and was on the verge of starvation. He already had the black lachrima implanted into his chest. Rumors have spread around on how he survived. Some believe that he ate rats and survived off the rainfall for water. Others aren't too sure how. All he stated is that he was lucky. He was 15 when they first found him.

A group of Mages saved the child from certain death. They nurtured him back to health, feeding him and allowing him to bathe himself. Taking a liking to his innocence, the mages took him back to their homeland and even suggested he join their guild. He was denied at first, not having any magic and only his own physical abilities. One of the mages took responsibility for him took him in as a student, teaching him the basics of Light Magic. Much to her surprise, he had a
natural affinity for it. However, he strangely had a natural affinity for Darkness Magic as well. He continued to learn Light Magic from his caretaker while at night he'd teach himself Darkness Magic.

Eventually he returned to the guild his teacher belonged to, Silver Trident. This time he was able to join, becoming an honorary Mage of Silver Trident.

Personality:
Blade is generally cheerful and happy, usually having a smile on his face inside and outside of the battle field. He's been noted to be slightly clumsy and naive, believing the tallest takes from the veteran guild members. However, he isn't to be underestimated due to his curiosity. When fighting, Blade analyzes every single movement and pattern of his opponent to determine the best defense for said opponent.

When using Darkness magic, Blade becomes darker and more ruthless. The more he uses it, the more the darkness engulfs him and more prone he is to actually kill his opponent.

Relationship?: Rose Evanwood - Rescuerer and teacher
Rand "noneofyourbusiness" - Rescuerer/teacher/rival
Equipment: n/a
Other:
- Blade has a Lachrima implanted over where his heart is at. The Lachrima is a pitch black with occasional ghastly swirls. Thanks to this Lachrima, he is able to use Darkness magic.
- Capable of using both magic types at once but the strain is too great to last long
- Loves almost everything (except for Rand)