Name: Quentin Theophilos Hobart
Age: 23
Class: Water Mage
Rank: H
Description: Quentin is a tall, lanky fellow with messy black hair. Like most mages, he tends to wear the robes of the school that taught him. Unfortunately for him, he took his studies so casually that he was dismissed by his masters as hopeless. He was probably snoozing in class most of the time behind the shades he tends to keep on even when not the least bit practical or necessary.
Quentin is very carefree and lets life take him where it will. His personal attitude is to go with the flow - fitting for a practitioner of water magic. Despite being a poor academic student, he is not unintelligent and is pretty well-versed in various schools of philosophy, so he will occasionally say something legitimately deep amidst all of the new-age claptrap he's more likely to spout. He adores the ocean and regards it as the source of his tranquility. To decompress, he surfs constantly. Basically, he's that one guy from Airborne mixed with The Dude from The Big Lebowski.
Fighting Style: As a water mage, Quentin is naturally at the top of his game when closest to sources of water. However, he is mastering the art of manipulating water out of air molecules...but being such a bad student, this is a very slow mastery. He has just enough technical skill to be useful as a water mage but clearly there is room for improvement. Thus, he primarily manipulates water-based substances rather than conjures water out of air. Quentin is also stronger in his magical prowess during full moons and weaker during new moons. In the former instance, this means he can be prone to causing unintended collateral damage and in the latter instance, he's as effective as a squirt gun. Either extreme makes him a liability to his allies.
And finally, pissbender. 'Nuff said.