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Name: William "Billy" Bianchi
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance:


6'0, 200 lbs, and a somewhat thin build. William has asymmetrical black hair, pale white-as-snow skin, somewhat more defined eyelashes, pale small lips, and a moderate sized nose over a barely chiseled face. Most noticable are his eyes, believed to be a mark of his gift. as the pupil within the otherwise normal shape of the iris is more of a slit, like a reptile's only the rest of his eyes such as the iris still retain a mammal's design. Even stranger is that they always give off a faint, crimson glow matching the red color of his iris, at some points, especially in low lighting or darkness, they can be described as dim candle flames.He is somewhat muscular, in that his arms and legs are both toned and firm, but doesn't have any additional visible muscles such as abs. He has somewhat large feet, being a size 12, and has little hair over his body save the mess on top of his head.

On most school days he may wear a black suit with a variety of fancy shirts and ties in a matter similar to a man of business and/or wealth. Outside of school he will wear more varied outfits, the one he is wearing in the photo being the most often. A black light trench coat, black sweatpants with a red outline stripe, matching sneakers, and black work gloves, with t shirts that range from white to black. Other times he may wear a hoodie with other sweatpants or jeans.

Year: 2

Rank: Novice

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Personality:
He is first and foremost a bit anti-social, especially towards strangers. He doesn't have a good enough desire to go out of his way to make friends and would rather spend time by himself and either sleep or do some calming activity, though he isn't entirely against friendship should it arise. He has a sort of, standoffish rude type of shyness, rarely will he speak more then what he has to say, and even rarer will he ever smile. Even around people he's comfortable with, the most you'll get out of him is passive-aggressive, sarcasm and a straightforward, honest and cynical opinion. He isn't afraid of hurting one's feelings, and rarely does he ever seem to care about such things, as being a former bully before he went to this school. He is also somewhat easy to annoy, though his passive aggressive nature makes him more inclined to just walk away then pick a fight nowadays.

Magic Discipline: Dracomany, or at least that what he calls it. It is entirely unknown of his magic's nature or how he obtained it, but he at least acknowledges that he has had evidence of it's 'gift' as far back as he can remember. First and foremost, what's most unique about this magic is how it affects the user. William's own blood is mildly toxic to an acidic degree that can corrode weak metals and flesh aside from his own, as well as having a darker shade to it, this is believed to be the source of the rest of his inhuman qualities. As evidence by one of his former instances, he seems to be unable to burn, to the exact extant of how much heat he can resist is unknown, but his body was able to take no injury from a fire he accidentally started. In theory it is likely that he can also be unaffected by more extreme temperatures, such as molten rock. The other few features are a slightly increased durability and strength despite his seemingly skinny body, being able to see in the dark (hence his glowing eyes), and a somewhat improved sense of smell. Even stranger is that unless using magic, his body can no longer produce heat naturally, seemingly becoming more like an ectotherm like a reptile, which is why he often wears warm clothing.

Secondly, the magic he can cast comes in two forms, one is a sort of 'partial transformation' where he can temporarily grow or transform part of himself into that of a dragon's. The limit to this is also unknown, but so far he is able to only grow a pair of wings through this method.
The last, and other likely source of his magic, comes from the spirits that follow him. They seem unable to communicate, making it nearly impossible for anyone, even William, to understand their nature or origin. William however, can evoke dragon spirits that he has recognized and named, though these evocations are limited to only one purpose for dragon as it stands now, and they do not always answer his call, suggesting that they have their own freedom of will. He has only recognized two spirits as of now.





Equipment: N/A

Biography: William grew up in a small town with an upper-middle class family. This family often took him to various trips and hikes when he wasn't busy in school, and being the only child, he is rather close to his parents. He's always been antisocial, but in middle school he made friends with another boy named Daniel, who he remained close through up to high school. Daniel became a typical jock type bully after middle school, and dragged William along with him for his juvenile delinquent behavior, giving William the impressions to be a bully himself. He and Daniel were quick to be one of the popular kids despite William still having anti-social behaviors, but one day at the end of sophmore year, Daniel went alittle to far with a freshman he was picking on. William watched as the verbal abuse turned physical, after watching a nerd's nose gush with blood he tried to calm down Daniel, who then mocked his friend for showing mercy to the geek. The mocking turned to arguing and soon the nerd was able to escape as the two friends continued to bicker and started to fight with each other. In this fight, William eventually snapped, and at that point Niddhoggr, a spirit he later reckognized and named, possessed William in his vulnerable, angered state, forcing William's hand to transform into that of a dragon and burning Daniel alive as well as setting the school on fire. The instance was only thought of as a school fire as there was no one to witness the actual fight at the point where William snapped, and because of their being no natural explanation or evidence for someone starting the fire it was eventually ruled as an accident. To this day, William is deeply scarred about that incident, likely why is he even more reclusive now. Another noteworthy incident was when he was 12 and during one hiking trip he fell off a very large cliff. As he was falling, a voice told him to fly and soon enough as if by extinct, he was able to sprout a pair of dragon-like wings and fly to safety, where he was eventually retrieved by park rangers surprised to see him alive.

Master: His abilities were taught through a voice inside his head. William himself is uncertain who the voice was, but was sure it was a dragon spirit, even though they haven't actually talked to him or identified themselves. He has only heard the voice once and it only taught him how to sprout wings and gave the general idea of his magic.

If William was forced to sacrifice something important in order to move forward, it would be: He wouldn't be afraid to sacrifice an eye or a limb for progress.

If William was offered to have a single wish fulfilled, it would be:There are many things he wants, initially he'd love to understand the spirits that haunt him, but more over would wish for Daniel back.
Hope it isnt to late to join this, I'd like to get to work on making a dragonmancer.
The lullaby drifted William into slumber, slowly he would fall asleep, a quiet sleep he was as he drifted off, an arm hanging from his side.
Meanwhile william would undress his cloak, revealing his clothes to be baggy brown pants and a white cotton shirt. As he walked up the ramp to get to his bed he undid a few buttons of his shirt to loosen it, his pale chest exposed as he sat down onto his bed. "Love it? the place smells of horse crap." He added as he laid his head down on his pillow.
He watched her keep up and play with snow as she discussed briefly of herself. "Pureblood huh.." He paused, how old was she? so much so that she lost all connections with her original backround. He shook his head to himself as he opened the large door to the hay filled barn that was otherwise empty save for a makeshift bed at the second floor. "Home sweet home." He said sarcastically as he entered.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but weren't you human at one point yourself?" he asked as he continued. "Whether or not humanity is a flawed race, a demon such as Faust is a beast that should not be in this world. My elders speak of its potential tyranny that may expand after this winter plague. Both spirits that watch over me have warned me of this creature, and besides, I am still human myself. No one else is left to challenge Faust as it seems here, what else am I to do?" He said as he leaned against the railing of the elevator a few moments before it stopped. He pulled his hood back over his head and sleeves over his hands, not wanting to accidently set the vampire on fire. Exiting the mines, he'd go left near a corner of the village's wall, where an old farm building was.
He was mildly interested in her explanation, when she asked him about a place to stay, he thought for a moment. "I had requested them to build an inn but they don't have the resources sadly. I am currently staying in the only barn of this settlement, so I suppose I can share, just don't take my bed." He said simply pulling the lever of the elevator after they both got on.
"Do you always fight in such clothes, doesn't it get uncomfortable?" He added as they walked back towards the elevator. He was somewhat odded out by her pet, but didn't think much of it, granted it was the biggest dog he'd ever seen. His eyes then tried to scope to her feet beneath her skirt, as if to confirm suspicious of her wearing high heels as well for a sort of overkill of nonconventional combat attire. She was strange indeed, nonetheless.
"I can tell, and its no issue." I commented as my eyes scanned the tunnel ahead. "I doubt there are much left, Goblins aren't the smartest buggers so I doubt they could reorganize after this, besides it would be overkill to just kill off all of em, Don't you think?" He said as he looked at the very large dog at her side. "Besides I'm rather exhausted."
".." He followed her, as they passed a rather foul-smelling pile he covered his noise but remained calm. When she broke silence by explaining a need for an attack he was slightly taken aback. "You know you could have warned me before you did whatever." William said hurriedly as he lifted his right arm, his brown sleeve fell down his arm as it would morph rapidly into a head of a dragon. The hand-morphed head would let out a terrifying roar just as the angry mob of goblins had came into view, and a massive jet of flames spewed from the howling mouth, torching the mob. What few survivors their were scrambled back further down the cave. I'd lower my arm as it morphed back into its normal form, sighing in relief. "Pitiful creatures."
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