Name: Aage Herleifr
Appearance:
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Magic: A single magic composes the entire array of Herleifr's palette. Fukusai Mahou, or as he calls it, AL Mahou, is the spell that allows the replication of objects. This spell, however, has been refined, and mastered to an impossible and almost superhuman level by him. He is able to reproduce prefect clones of anything: be it living or not. However these objects, depending on the mana used to copy them will vanish and turn to dust in a set time. Living things copied will retain their conciousness, as if they aren't clones.
Divine Protection: Blessing of Arcane Mastery - Those who are born with this blessing or arguably ability, are amongst the msot powerful magic casters. It allows the user to memorize one, but only one spell, which they can master to level that couldn't be done any otherwise. It also grants the user an improved sense of mana, making them capable of feeling the flow, and detecting large amounts of it.
Personality: Herleifr is a mysterious person. His face covered with a mask, his speech rarely heard, and even then mostly confusing, he is a man of many mysteries. He wears a mask to hide all emotions, and would usually wear a cloak above his attire, to hide any motions too. That said he is always good willed, ready to help those in need, but not fight for justice against any random thief. Seemingly coldhearted, he pays close attention to his pet companion Dreki. Much like that, he cares much for animals and other creatures, and finds a good relation with them.
Background: Herleifr was bron and raised in the cold north. Since birth he was trained in the ancient arcane mysteries, and even his birth was accompanied by a ritual. The old gods blessed him with powers to defeat the tribe's enemies. He was traiend in the art of swordsmanship, his sword forged from the best steel there is, the ancient metal of the norse. With the only goal in his life being fighting, not much was left for personality. He never was a people person, but in his free time he enjoyed being with animals. One day he came upon a wounded
animal he has never seen before. He nursed it back to health, and took it as a good omen. The animal turned out quite happy, and ever since the two ahve been friend. According to traditions and legends, he named teh little fella Dreki.
After he was 18, and considered a man, he left the tribe to search for his own glory, set on never returning if he couldn't become a fabled warrior, even heard about it the remote villages of his homeland. Years and years have passed, his face became associated with that of both mystery and good will. Tho villages and towns on all teh far sides of the world know him and thank him, his name is not more than thankful words spelled out in hideways of the world, but not enough to make him a legend yet. He is on a quest of to make himself popular, but without bragging about it, and forcing his goodwill on others. The true way of a hero.
Likes:
-Animals
Dislikes:
-Annoying things
Theme:
Letter Bee
Fish of Oblivion
AndyC
Noctis
Bartimaeus
