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Fallout: Memories of Tomorrow

I'm interested! I've been a fan of Fallout since the release of Fallout 3 and a fan of post-apocalyptia since before that. I just picked up Fallout 3 again for old time's sake a few weeks ago and this seems like a lot of fun while I'm in the apocalyptic mindset! Give me some time to (try to) come up with an interesting character and I'll have a post.

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I hate to do this to you guys but I'm afraid I'm going to have to postpone my involvement. I'm having some computer problems right now (currently using a friend's to type this) and I just don't think I can make substantial enough posts from my phone. Feel free to take over Abe if you'd like. I do plan on keeping up with the IC from my mobile so long as you guys can keep it going!

Good luck guys, I apologize again.

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Looking forward to it, Brand! Collabs are my favorite parts.

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Post up!

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The Circle of Magi, Oslo

"Mr. Abraham?"

A small voice chimed across the gardens. It wasn't often that classes of such young students were taught by the Circle, and when they were chosen it was typically only a handful of promising children admitted to each class. Abraham saw the young mage's lips move but the sound was muffled, almost as if the child had a hand over his mouth when speaking. This, however, is something Abe had grown accustomed to since the accident on his first Feral Hunt. He had lived with the disability long enough that he'd developed a small pension for reading lips, enough so to get by on most occasions. His gentle face lifted an eyebrow to his student as if to answer: "Yes?" The child began speaking, despite his awareness for his teacher's lack of hearing. After a short pause with no answer and only confused looks from the man, the student ceased his speaking and instead chose to show Abe his problems.

The short, brown-haired kid lifted his hands to a pile of leaves and stared at them intently. Seconds later and a slight rustling, a handful of bright green leaves rose to the air. After a few demonstrations, Abraham had taught the six children in his class to manipulate the air pressure around specific objects. This manipulation of pressures encircling the objects allowed for what (to some) appeared to a form of telekinesis. In reality, it was simple physics. Moments after hovering above the pile, the leaves began to quake and spin before being violently thrown about. The child looked to his instructor with confusion in his eyes. The problem itself was clear to Abraham. It was one experienced by every new mage and often even by the most experienced magi at times: A faltering of concentration. A lack of concentration could cost a mage dearly, especially considering the most difficult times to maintain focus is when one is staring death in the face.

He turned back towards the child. The five other students gathered around in front of him as well now. Scanning the garden, individual leaves had scattered around abandoning their piles. One child, poor Marty, had leaves strewn about his hair and clothing. With all the noise coming from the city beyond the garden, it was no surprise the children had trouble concentrating. However, there is no easier way to learn than with experience. If the children could focus through the noises it would only strengthen their abilities as Magi.

Abraham lifted his arms up in front of his torso while breathing in deeply, gesturing for the children to do the same. He closed his eyes while holding his breath for a few moments before moving his arms down and exhaling, in a sort of calming manner. The children all followed suit. Four more times, as if to give them an opportunity to clear their minds, to block out the noises from the outside. Not all magi were as lucky as Abe. If there was one blessing from his disability it was the fact that he could focus easier on his spells with only hearing a muffled version of the outside world. After the five breaths, he directed the children back to the leaf piles. All except for Marty. He instructed for Marty to stand still as he raised his hands toward the child. A slight breeze ruffled the student's shirt and each individual leaf began collecting in a swirling family to the right of Abe. After plucking the last of the leaves from the boy's hair, Abe gently moved the collection to Marty's original practicing spot similar to how they were before. He stood and watched as the children returned to their lessons.

Beyond the garden walls, Abraham caught sight of a banner being carried through the streets below. He couldn't quite make out the details from such a distance, but escorting the flag was a large group of armor-clad men and women. It was an unsettling sight to say the least. As he watched, trying to make out the decor of the banner, a hand rested on his shoulder, turning him around. It was a Guardian from the tower. Robbie? Rocky? Ronald? The man's name was never clear on introduction months ago, but Abraham didn't like to bother too much with names anyway. He rarely audibly spoke to anybody besides Tegan, who was connected via the enchanted amulet around his neck, and as such didn't care to learn too many spoken details.

The Guardian spoke to him, rapidly firing off what seemed like an excessive incantation on the summoning forth of the flesh eating Swamp Demon from beneath the pits of deep Gorgon... but that could just be a slight miscommunication from the lip reading. After a surprising look on Abe's face, the guardian sighed and stopped speaking. It seems like people often forget why they call him Abraham the Deaf. The Guardian began a crude attempt at using sign language to translate his thoughts, but that left Abraham even more confused and slightly more hungry from the word Sweetcake being thrown in there somehow. The word Sweetcake should never be spoken with such worry and haste in one's face. A blank look on Abe's face and another deep sigh from the Guardian had the man attempting to slowly sign it out again. Before he could finish a word though, a voice filled Abraham's ears, the only one he ever heard clearly these days.

“Abe? Where are you? I don’t know if you’ve heard yet, but more Paladins came in today. I think that officially brings their numbers in the city up to uncomfortable.”

"That must be what this young man is trying to tell me. Thanks Tegan." Abraham began speaking in a low voice and the man in front of him ceased his sign language only to take his turn with the confused face. Abe motioned a thank you sign, nodded his head, and sent the guardian on his way. The Mage whistled and the children gathered around. He motioned a thank you to the class and instructed them to take off early for lunch through the use of silly pantomimes. The children scampered off, with their muffled laughter as Abe cleared the leaf piles."It looks like they're getting more restless every day." He spoke to the amulet again. "Uncomfortable is right, I don't like where this is heading. I'm about to head to the courtyard to see what all is happening. Meet me there?"

"Also, we should get a Sweetcake. I've got another craving thanks to this...Reggie?"

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The concept of the Shade is an interesting one. Especially with how delicate things are between the common-folk and magi. I'm excited to see where this could go.

I'll start working on a post probably tonight. Hopefully we'll see it up tomorrow.

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Alright! Abraham is finally posted. Head back to the first page and click under the hider if you're interested. I apologize for the wall of text. It kind of grew much larger than I expected.

@Brand, just let me know if there's anything you see that you don't think quite works. I'll see what I can do to fix it.

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I should have my CS near finished rather soon. I'm waiting to iron out some details with Free Faller and then hopefully all will be well.

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Here it is!

Abraham the Deaf

Name: Abraham "Abe" The Deaf

House Name: Formerly of House Levan

Age: 29

Appearance: To be posted.

Homeland: Gorgon

Race: Mage

Spells:
- Illusion: Primarily used defensively. Abraham took up his study of the illusion after a traumatic encounter with an Illusion-focused Feral Mage. Rather than seeking to control one's mind, Abraham prefers to combat the mind control of other mages. He explains it as placing a shell around the victim's thoughts thereby (hopefully) preventing an enemy mage from taking control. Abe has also found himself using this school of magic to form hallucinations and distractions among enemy combatants.

- Airomancy: Abe's interest in Airomancy was born out of travel among the oceans with his uncle. A talented Airomancer was chartered to guide the ship when delivering precious cargo across the coastal cities. This mage demonstrated the finer things one could perform with control of the wind and always entrhalled Abe with his talents.

- Blessings: Studies of this school for Abraham grew simply out of curiosity. Abe was fascinated as a student with the possibilities one could grant with a devotion to Blessings. He has been known to find many small uses for this school, though most often he is inclined to use it defensively among his allies in combat.

Bio: Born on the outskirts of the marshlands of Gorgon, Abraham was the youngest of three sons. His family belonged to House Levan, a decently respected and wide-spread House of Gorgon. Those belonging to the House were generally considered to be upper-middle class citizens nearly spanning Gorgon in its entirety. House Levan specialized in nothing in particular, but had their hands in a little bit of everything. This included hunting, sailing, mercantile, soldiers, smithing, and priesthood. Wherever people centered their housing, it is likely a Levan could be found nearby. Despite the long-reaching arms of House Levah, Abraham and his two older brothers would be the first inducted to the Tower of Magi.

Abe spent most of his childhood split between two homes. One, his true home, would be located near the Marshlands. He and his brothers stayed at this house when his father was home. Due to a foul disease shortly after Abraham's birth, his mother passed. This being the case, when his father would go on long hunting trips through the marshes, Abe and his brothers would be sent to stay with their uncle: A merchant on the coast of Gorgon. Oftentimes his uncle would take them on business trips to more southern ports. This is where the boys would first encounter a mage: a talented Airomancer often hired to guide the ship down the coast. Abraham, more-so than his brothers, was fascinated by the mage. He admired the subtle tricks that could be made possible with control over the wind. His brothers, after later being exposed to Pyro- and Geomancers in the southern ports, were far more interested in the flashy tricks performed with fire and stone. Despite their different interests, each boy took a love of magic and desperately begged their father to pursue it.

As promised by their father each boy, once at the age of 18, was sent to the Ivory Tower to begin studies in the way of the Magi. The eldest brother, William, was the first to go. With fire in his heart and pyromancy in his mind, he took to the magic like a natural. Two years later the middle brother, Gerald, joined him at the tower. Similar to his brother, Gerald was a natural and almost effortlessly took root in the conept of geomancy. Three years after that, Abraham finally had his opportunity. He was sent to the tower with a primary interest in Airomancy. It was during one of his earliest classes at the Tower that he met Tegan. At the end of the year, Abe had breezed through his classes, begun a close friendship with Tegan, and watched his oldest brother come back from a Feral Hunt a hero. William's pride of victory and flashy celebrations excited Abraham and only encouraged him to pursue his studies moreso, hoping that he would one day return a hero and full-fledged Tower mage as his brother had.

A few more years pass, and Gerald, his other brother returned from his first hunt successfully. Though less flashy and proud than William was, Gerald was happy and finally promoted to Tower Mage. Abraham continued his studies and practices, attempting to perfect his trade day in and day out. He and his close friend, Tegan, would often study together. Though they would take seperate classes and ultimately choose different paths (one a Guardian, the other a mage) the two found a natural harmony among their practices. This harmony helped the two hone their crafts exceedingly well.

At the dawn of Abe's fifth year something unexpected occurred. on two back-to-back hunts in the deep marshes of Gorgon, both of Abraham's brothers went missing. The official report was that both parties would killed in action while hunting Feral mages. It's a sad truth that not every hunt is successful, and this pained Abe. He wanted desperately to make his brothers proud, but now they wouldn't be here to see him return a hero from his first hunt. Despite the fact they wouldn't be here to celebrate with him, he was encouraged. He decided now that he was doing this for more than just himself. Even though they may never know of his accomplishment, he felt they would be proud of him to graduate and began pursuing his studies with more devotion. By the end of the fifth year, he felt that he was more than ready to go on his first Feral Hunt.

Tegan's studies ended at the same time as Abe's. Due to the chosen paths of each student, the two were sent on a hunt together. They were escorted by a Tower Mage, Guardian, and a handful of guardsman, as is usual for a student's first Hunt. The Hunt was located in the dense forests of Valaria. The party traveled atop a faintly beaten path deep into the woods. After a few days of searching the forests, the group finally found their target. Or rather...he found them.

Walking down the path, an arrow whizzed through the center of the group, impaling the Tower Mage in the back of the neck sending him limply to the ground. The group spins around to find one of the guardsmen with his bow drawn, notching another arrow pointed towards the leading Guardian. The two remaining gaurds begin to draw their swords against the archer, but quickly find themselves drawn to attack the remaining members of their own party. Without words, the guardsmen begin swinging wildly at the Guardian and the students. The Guardian drew his weapon and proceeded to fight back. Tegan soon followed suit and Abraham began concentrating on grasping the winds. As the Guardian fells one of the guardsmen, the Feral mage shows himself, along with his bound thrall at right off the path. The archer lets loose another arrow towards Tegan, but Abraham's winds violently whip it into the ground before it reaches anybody. Frustrated, he draws his sword and lines up next to the other guard and the thrall, in front of the Feral Necromancer. It's clear the two guardsmen are under control by the Feral Mage. This wasn't their doing and the only way to save them would be to end the Mage's spell. The Thrall leaps at Tegan, fangs drawn, but is slammed to the ground by his target before making contact. The two guardsmen charge the Guardian who could easily end one foe, but finds difficulty is slaying two innocent attackers. Abraham sets his sights on the mage. The winds around the group are swirling madly, whipped up by Abraham's energy. He finds it hard to control because it is hard to concentrate. The shouting, the metal clanging and the Feral Mages insane cackling are all distractions clouding his focus. He closes his eyes (probably not the wisest thing to do in a battle, but it was hard to think clearly) and sets his mind to a specific goal. He uses the winds to tear a limb from a tree behind the Necromancer and sends it flying towards him. The necromancer discovers the young mage's attempt and easily sidesteps the branch. He hurls a large orb of glowing hot fire towards Abe which lands only feet away. The blast chars Abe's vest and sends him flying across the road.

Things grew quiet. The shouting, cackling, and steel were all muffled. His vision was blurry, but slowly coming back into focus. His sight sharpens up just in time to see the Guardian impaled by the blades of the guards, falling lifelessly to his back. The guardsmen then set their sights on each other. Lifting the swords up simultaneously, they slowly press the blades into the stomach of the other. Moments after the swords pierced the skin, the necromancer released his grasp on the soldiers. The men instantly regained their thoughts and the look of horror as they realized they'd exchanged blades is an imagine burned into Abraham's mind. The two tried to retrieve their swords, but it was too late. Both men unsheathed a bloody piece of steel from the other and fell together. Abraham's consciousness began to drift in and out. A blackness would fade in and out, images only coming in clips. Through the fading, he sees the necromancer approaching him with Tegan battling the Thrall in the background. Moments later, Abe is at the Feral Mages feet...but behind him, Tegan beheads the Thrall with a swift, clean swing of her blade. The Feral Mage raised his hands and filled his palms with a flame aimed towards the young Magi on the ground, but is stopped with the sight of a blood-stained steel blade piercing through his stomach. Tegan throws the man's limp body to the side and kneels down, shouting to Abraham. The words were still muffled, but the battle was over and Abe lost consciousness once more.

He awoke in the infirmary at the Ivory Tower. It was quiet, but they were people around him speaking. He could hear them, but could only make out a few words here and there. One of the priests in the infirmary had left a note beside his bed, entailing the details of what had happened recounted by Tegan. The Feral Mage had specialized in Illusion, Demonology, and Pyromancy and was once a promising student at the Tower of Magi but was lost to the temptation of Necromancy. The fireball cast at Abe had caused the loss of almost all of his hearing, though no other permanent damage was sustained.Both Tegan and Abraham were pronounced victorious in their hunt that day, despite the losses. Tegan was promoted to a full-fledged Guardian and Abe to a full Tower Mage. The traumatic events that took place on that day led Abraham to set his sights on the Illusion school of magic. He wanted to ensure that same problem wouldn't happen again.

Tegan and Abraham found themselves growing closer after that day, not in a romantic way, but as a team. Abraham's near complete loss of hearing made teamwork difficult at first. The two experimented with different symbols, sign language, etc...but it never seemed to be quite efficient enough. After hearing of their problem, the two were approached by the tower's only Enchanter. He was an older mage who specialized in the School of Blessings and the highly guarded School of Alchemy. He combined the two schools to give magical qualities to ordinary items. The older man offered them a pair of enchanted amulets. The wearers of these amulet would be able to communicate across great distances with only so much as a whisper. With a little aid from Abraham's Illusion magic, his amulet could be manipulated to communicate without him speaking at all. The two accepted the offer and made the necessary payments.

These days the pair find themselves teaching at the Ivory Tower. They teach a class on Synergy Between Magi and Guardians. Occasionally the two are asked to go on Feral Hunts and have done so quite successfully. Abraham hopes that in the coming years he will one day join the coveted ranks of the Archmagi.

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Recently a rumor has spread around the lands of two Feral Magi deep in the swamps of Gorgon. Whispers in the halls claim these to be formerly of House Levan, though these are rumors that Abraham tries to ignore. He knows his brothers passed in a failed hunt in that same swamp. It would be impossible the same young men he knew had gone Feral...right?