First post up, sorry if it is a little quick, I'm on my way to work. Please correct me if I messed up.
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Sinys: Lyn's Hunt
During the long ride to the college Sinys refused to sit for very long, most of the time he stood for a while and then sat back down. Large portions of the time he had been reading letting the breeze from the carriage window do the work for him. Of course it had been slightly difficult to read when the breeze passed through multiple pages at one time. Though he kept his focus on a single page at a time. With the carriage coming to an abrupt halt he felt anxiety for not knowing what was going on.
Standing once more he got out of the wooden vehicle and met the sun with peace. Then he grew aware of the sounds of battle "Sir it might be best for you to wait here. Or even better let us head back to the town we had left earlier." The driver warned with a waver in his voice.
However Sinys shook his head and walked to the front of the carriage "Tell me what you see." He demanded hating to rely on someone else's eyes. After a moment of description he asked about the Naga, what it looked like and how big it had been. He then took off running to that area foolishly, as he had never heard of malice before. Nor the problems of Naga venom. He only hoped that he had ran in the correct direction, dodging the occasional limb, root, and stone. One might ask how he knew that it was there, but he wouldn't give a straight answer.
His foot steps were sure enough to guide his a good distance from the people fighting. The deciding factor being the noise and scents he followed upon shortening the distance. Being blind meant one thing on the battle field. Announcing your attendance "Blind areomancer reporting." He announced not too far away. Drawing his bow for a single shot he positioned himself at a decent angle so as to not hit an ally. Or what he had assumed to be allies. For now anything that entered his range would be considered hostile and dealt with in a counter grapple.
The sounds and smells that entered his field of recognition he did not manipulate. That would take too much energy from him. Instead he let such things flow more naturally. After all he needed to conserve anything that he had until he had been doubly ensured that no other enemies existed. Many things raced through his mind as he honed his senses to paint a picture the best he could. Including the sharp sound of bolts being fired.
I'll read up before I make my reply. That makes a lot of sense though, got to get through the plains to get to the school.
Actually better question, is there anyone that can answer the front door?
Should I even send my nubby character anyplace? I'm kinda scared at the moment hahaha.
Bayen chuckeled lightly at the young teen. His mind wrapped around the answer to what he should say, after all it can't be easy to explain alternate realities to someone who is already based on a similar situation. That would have just been bazzar. So he decided on a simple answer "Everything I want is right here. Unlike you I only gave my middle name, a weaker sub part of your name. Though it is still a key part of controlling you. Fully." He explained slowly.
Not in such a way as to put him down. More like a searching inquiry looking for a level of understanding. Then he made an amendment to what he had said previously before unlocking the front door and stepping in "Do not mistake me, the urge to be compelled is strong when even one part of your name. Two is nearly impossible for any untrained person. Three is the worst... If you do something very wrong you may even be told to kill yourself. Be careful when speaking." He said fixing Oz a cup of tea. The room itself was very warm due to his forge, even the walls had a warm feeling to them. Neither of them would require a jacket at the moment. He did have a few extras, perhapse he should make Oz a pair of clothes for the numbing cold.
Not in such a way as to put him down. More like a searching inquiry looking for a level of understanding. Then he made an amendment to what he had said previously before unlocking the front door and stepping in "Do not mistake me, the urge to be compelled is strong when even one part of your name. Two is nearly impossible for any untrained person. Three is the worst... If you do something very wrong you may even be told to kill yourself. Be careful when speaking." He said fixing Oz a cup of tea. The room itself was very warm due to his forge, even the walls had a warm feeling to them. Neither of them would require a jacket at the moment. He did have a few extras, perhapse he should make Oz a pair of clothes for the numbing cold.
Hahaha, not so much anti social as much as shy. Be prepared I play funny characters, by funny I mean strange.
UserName: EthTenshi
Character name: Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio
Age: 18
Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy
Previous Magic training: None other than sensing air within his bubble of control.
Race: Woodland Elf
Appearance:
Short Bio:
After birth Sinys had been branded blind by a powerful runic explosion, his eyes clouded over to an unsetteling maroon hue that strangely enough seemed pellucid. No one quite knew how this item intended for calmness from noise, and disturbing smells affected his eye sight. Also, because of the residual energies no one that could notice had noticed that he did indeed have mage blood in him. This did not stop his parents from loving him and keeping him under their care by any means, in fact they somewhat coddled him because of it. Although others in their community did not see it that way, as they considered him cursed with bad luck. Although none of them considered saying anything directly because of his family's long magical line, more on his mother's side than his father's.
His mother, formerly known as Erynia Su'alici, had learned Cryomancy unlike her father before her and his father. His mother being a bit of a black sheep because of her ability in another field of elemental magics, her Clima father did not feel the need to talk to her again. It had been a heart wrenching affair that was not for the faint of heart, nor the mind of an innocent so it had never been spoken of to Sinys.
By the time he could walk he grew very distressed that he could not find his way around the house, of course nothing happened to him as his parents usually kept a close eye on him. During this stage of growth it just became a complex of his very early on in life. When he had been a little older than five his magic had awoken, it wasn't very strong, but what it had been was helpful. This being because of his trauma of being lost, his distress and anxiety had been very hard on him while one day Su'alici and Sinys had been wandering a rose bush garden.
The forest green, five foot, blue dotted, maze patterned bushes did not allow for a parent to see a child easily when they got too far ahead. It was not as though she had kept a close eye on him all his life, but for the moment she had been picking a stem to plant at the base of their home tree. Also, with Sinys being a calm and slow to movement this burst of excitement was rare and unexpected. Bolting ahead with his left hand grazing the bushes Sinys got lost quite quickly. Not because he had taken a wrong turn, but because he had missed the first turn due to his hand becoming disconnected from the bushes. After his mother called for him, he attempted to go back only to mess up taking a turn too soon. Getting flustered very quickly he gave up plopping to the ground and bawling his eyes out. With all of this going on his magic awakened and the world promptly became clear in his immediate vicinity. This didn't calm him down, but instead the new information he received overstimulated his adolescent mind and he passed out.
After a few days of sleeping his mind adapted to the new sensation, his mind pushed onto him receiving and translating a new language almost. He might even tell you it is a whole new way of thought, and he never tried to question any of this. Although there were times when he got very sick from him bringing intangible things to him, riding on the air waves in his little bubble that he brought to himself. He found that it was more often when he didn't rest between his findings, so he tried manipulating sounds and smells on a finer level. Of course this took him a good number of years to get it right, oftentimes when he tried there was little to no effect.
At the age of eight Sinys never considered that others around him could not feel things through the moving air around them, nor did it ever occur to his adolescent mind that they could not read a story about the scents brought to them through the air. After he decided to ask his parents how they perceived the world, finding out what had been considered normal Sinys kept his discovery to himself honing what little he had. He could not afford to be sick any longer as it had cost his parents a pretty penny so far.
It had been later that year Sinys grew curious of his father's bow asking how it was made, what he did with it, and how he used it. With joy that his son was interested in something other than studies his father, known as Cousan Luf'firio, took his son's hands and showed him different parts and functions of a bow. Cousan getting a little overexcited showed his son how to hold and draw the bow. On this occasion it became very clear to Sinys that he would have to become a lot stronger than what he was to draw the bow back as he had wanted to. From this time on he made up in his mind that getting fit might not be such a bad idea either. He spent the next ten years performing martial stance forms, learning to glide to each one with a decent amount of difficulty as some of the forms required him to reach out of his bubble. The other difficulty he had was finding a sense of balance when it came to standing on a single leg, it simply did not agree with him.
On one event he took up his father's Iron Wood bow deciding to practice, but finding a location for a presumably blind person to shoot arrows in seclusion. Traveling far from his home he searched for an appropriate clearing or straight shot area. At first he wondered exactly how he was going to find his target, then with a bright idea he smeared berries on the center of the target tree. Walking back twenty paces and turning he fired his arrows until his hand felt no more. Feeling a fair sight foolish he trudged his way to the tree finding it by smell and memory, and had been amazed to see that all of his arrows had found at least a tree to hit. This would keep him from having to explain why his father's arrows had gone missing. Only one of them had actually hit the tree in question, however this had been more than enough to spark his drive to become proficient with the art.
After three years time he decided to train something else, with his ability to hit stationary targets not lacking any longer, one day he had found himself next to a forge listening for hours on end to find the sound of a true strike. Something he had per-chanced upon in a conversation lost to him by his father, the true ringing of metal struck perfectly. The sound seemed to soothed his worries of being the cursed one, the one with no abilities, the one still feeding from his mother's breast. Although the people in his tribe left him alone, and even though their sense of hearing was considered to have been better than his own, he still heard every detail that they spoke of him.
On his fifteenth birthday he took his father by his hand and lead him down to his secret shooting range using the day as an excuse to abstain from trouble, at first his father had been amused letting his son try his hand at archery. However, soon it had become quite clear that Sinys was a true marksman, perhaps not a great one yet, but it was in his blood. After a few of these father-son excursions Sinys told his father of his other sense, the air read ability, and how he could 'see' where air was thinner or in a thing. It was then that he was taken home and his parents fought over him being sent to Twilight College, it wouldn't be until a few years later that he was sent to the footsteps of the famed college with little more than the clothes on his back and a bow of his own.
A small number of things happened in this time, the second most notable of which had been his first fight. Well the first time he fought back, while the older villagers themselves never moved against him that did not apply to their off springs. At first they had taken turns swinging at him making sure to bruise him only under his clothing since surely any damage he got was from his own clumsiness. It had not been that he could not 'see' their movements, but he had jealously guarded his secrets to the point of feigning ignorance about being able to fight back. The time in question had been a result of him growing attached to a fox cub and playing with it near the edge of the small town. A two of the more rambunctious boys decided that one with such a large imperfection should not be happy if others, who were in better condition had been unhappy. Simply put the jealousy had gotten to them that he could fully enjoy having fun in such a simple way with no outwards worries.
With an estoc and javelin they both hunted down the poor creature with Sinys in tow, in the beginning he had been clueless as to the cruelty planned. Feigning innocence the two asked Erynia if Sinys could go on a hunt with the two of them, deciding that Sinys being an aeromancer in secret would keep him from most trouble she agreed to let him go. When Sinys showed a touch of reluctance his mother brushed it off and insisted that making friends would be beneficial to him in the future, or at least learning how to be able too. Had she known the truth she'd have frozen the two of them on the spot, then thawed them before they died, nursed them to health, and then repeated. His mother had been such a person and generally laid down the law in their home with an iron grip, with no kid gloves. Save for the smile of a loving mother. An hour into the hunt Sinys realized what they had been hunting exactly, the distance, shape, and depth of the paw prints followed told him more than he needed to know. The clues given to him were all passed along by his 'vision'.
At that time he confronted the two jumping in front of them his arms outstretched, after harsh words an unfriendly fight broke out. At the start of it all Sinys had been insure as to whether or not he could bare his fangs at them and win. So his lack of confidence has made him clumsy with a stumble here and there, there had also been the fact that these ones in particular had never openly wished him ill. So his trust for them extended farther than most others, it had also been his trust now broken that have him the rage to throw away his want to protect. Replacing it was the strong feeling that he didn't want to lose, a feeling that follows him and pushes him to this day. Oh? About that fight? Sinys didn't win, but what he had won that day was pride in himself. To be even more specific he had won pride in his ability to fight in close quarters. He still thanks his lucky star that weapons had been left out of it, he might have seriously died from this excursion. After this situation passed, word spread about him not being entirely useless in a fight among the young crowd. This awarded him no small number of fights to which brought him a very brief teacher who showed Sinys the correct martial forms that he had improvised from asking around and eavesdropping. He still can't break out of certain bad habits, it is instilled into his body and mind.
The story that puzzles everyone to this day is how his father died, the cause of death was definitely magic. What looked like to most untrained eyes to be Hydromancy due to the water surrounding the area, some even speculated it might be cryomancy turning and accusing finger to Erynia. This notion held no ground for anyone, just another way to jab at her family with a sharp stick. She on the other hand thought of what the truth might be, with the idea floating around in her mind she sent her only child away claiming it had been for his own protection. Moreover, to finalize a wish of her late husband. She sent him on his way arranging for a safe travel most of which had been by carriage, boat, and horseback. Sinys hated the parts that required horseback riding, he couldn't even tell if the horse was going the right way.
Good Attributes:
Air reveal: Can sense movements and indentations through air, natural or otherwise at the moment this range is very short, about three feet. It also allows him to draw scents and smells to his being. Believe it or not he can even read when brushing pages of indented lettering with wind, the stronger the breeze the clearer the image of details.
Smithing observer: He loves the sound of a forge and is curious about them, and can smell out different ores that he knows.
Determind: An attitude that hates quitting, even when quiting is a good idea. This is geared more in the direction of getting better physically than verbally.
Versatile: With limited sight there should not be limited learning, Sinys has attempted to try anything he picks up at least once.
Good memory: Not being able to see has a few perks, one of which is a better memory. Sinys thinks this is because he has less information to process, and that it causes him to flex his memory learning new places or designs.
Silent observer: Not many people pay attention to a blind person, unable to fight, read, or do most types of work how could they use the information generally heard? This factor becomes stronger when the person is quiet natured and thirsty for knowledge, Sinys doesn't quite realize that he is an eavesdroper. To him no one takes the time to make sure the area is clear before speaking. Often times the only way he knows that he isn't supposed to hear a conversation is if the need for secrecy is presented.
Discernment: Other than his inability to know eavesdropping is bad he doesn't like hearing certain conversations. Knowing things that are too private weigh on his mind heavily, causing him to leave or intentionaly make noise while leaving warning people to be more careful.
Spacial awareness: So long as something comes into his bubble he knows where it is, how fast it's moving, and the general shape that it takes. While he can clearly define most things in his range, that would have to mean it had been in his knowledge of shape and size previously.
Well learned: He studied, a lot. Not much to do when you are blind.
Martial flow: Going from one stance to another slowly requires and builds muscle foundation, more mass can be combersome so it happens to be a good thing he is rather toned more than buff. Speeding these movements up can easily become rather troublesome for anyone wishing to be an opponent.
Memory Snipe: A blind person's memory is sharp, though only almost as sharp as the arrow protruding from targets. Sinys can hit almost any stationary target so long as it is not obstructed from view, and is firmly painted in his memory. Under proper circumstances he can even preform a ricochet.
Bad Attributes:
Blind as a bat: Hand motions, winking, opening your arms for a hug, none of these hold any meaning to Sinys.
Sheltered personality: Can be overly shy when interacting with someone he knows nothing of.
Lost in translation: Sinys really hates when people that are talking to him start describing the way something looks, mostly because they would never be able to understand the way he sees the world.
Everything has a place: The location of every item in Sinys's room is stored firmly in his mind, however if something is moved he grows agitated easily. Refinding things is not too difficult for him, but having to search is very annoying. This doesn't bother him as much in places he doesn't frequent.
Lifeless stare: No matter how hard he tries his eyes always seem to pick someone out and stare at them, not that he knows until he is informed. It creates an odd mood for people who don't know he is blind, when people do know he is blind it can come off as creepy.
Rapid Arcanite Consumption: Even if Sinys attempts to lessen the strain brought on by picking out sounds and scents there is still the fact that he likes to use it as often as possible. He doesn't like not knowing what's around him.
Lost in panic: Because of early life events getting lost in any physical fashion causes Sinys to have a mild panic attack.
Hidden objects: There are multiple things that Sinys has no idea what they are shaped like, he may know the word and application of the item. That by no means allows him to know exactly what it looks like.
Young: While he is smart there is a lot of information and experiances that he does not have, he happens to be aware of this thankfully.
Self Trained Flow: While his close ranged fighting is polished through highly repetitive motions not all of them are to the T of the original style. Giving a double portion of quirks and large motions. He has however created a few of his own since he has begun fighting, as well as following down the path of correction.
Stationary Sniper: Can't hit a moving target easily, still archery calms him almost as much as the ringing of a forge.
Secret Word: Rebirth
Character name: Sinys Erweinoc Luf'firio
Age: 18
Mageblood type: Clima
Favoured Magic Class: Aeromancy
Previous Magic training: None other than sensing air within his bubble of control.
Race: Woodland Elf
Appearance:
Short Bio:
After birth Sinys had been branded blind by a powerful runic explosion, his eyes clouded over to an unsetteling maroon hue that strangely enough seemed pellucid. No one quite knew how this item intended for calmness from noise, and disturbing smells affected his eye sight. Also, because of the residual energies no one that could notice had noticed that he did indeed have mage blood in him. This did not stop his parents from loving him and keeping him under their care by any means, in fact they somewhat coddled him because of it. Although others in their community did not see it that way, as they considered him cursed with bad luck. Although none of them considered saying anything directly because of his family's long magical line, more on his mother's side than his father's.
His mother, formerly known as Erynia Su'alici, had learned Cryomancy unlike her father before her and his father. His mother being a bit of a black sheep because of her ability in another field of elemental magics, her Clima father did not feel the need to talk to her again. It had been a heart wrenching affair that was not for the faint of heart, nor the mind of an innocent so it had never been spoken of to Sinys.
By the time he could walk he grew very distressed that he could not find his way around the house, of course nothing happened to him as his parents usually kept a close eye on him. During this stage of growth it just became a complex of his very early on in life. When he had been a little older than five his magic had awoken, it wasn't very strong, but what it had been was helpful. This being because of his trauma of being lost, his distress and anxiety had been very hard on him while one day Su'alici and Sinys had been wandering a rose bush garden.
The forest green, five foot, blue dotted, maze patterned bushes did not allow for a parent to see a child easily when they got too far ahead. It was not as though she had kept a close eye on him all his life, but for the moment she had been picking a stem to plant at the base of their home tree. Also, with Sinys being a calm and slow to movement this burst of excitement was rare and unexpected. Bolting ahead with his left hand grazing the bushes Sinys got lost quite quickly. Not because he had taken a wrong turn, but because he had missed the first turn due to his hand becoming disconnected from the bushes. After his mother called for him, he attempted to go back only to mess up taking a turn too soon. Getting flustered very quickly he gave up plopping to the ground and bawling his eyes out. With all of this going on his magic awakened and the world promptly became clear in his immediate vicinity. This didn't calm him down, but instead the new information he received overstimulated his adolescent mind and he passed out.
After a few days of sleeping his mind adapted to the new sensation, his mind pushed onto him receiving and translating a new language almost. He might even tell you it is a whole new way of thought, and he never tried to question any of this. Although there were times when he got very sick from him bringing intangible things to him, riding on the air waves in his little bubble that he brought to himself. He found that it was more often when he didn't rest between his findings, so he tried manipulating sounds and smells on a finer level. Of course this took him a good number of years to get it right, oftentimes when he tried there was little to no effect.
At the age of eight Sinys never considered that others around him could not feel things through the moving air around them, nor did it ever occur to his adolescent mind that they could not read a story about the scents brought to them through the air. After he decided to ask his parents how they perceived the world, finding out what had been considered normal Sinys kept his discovery to himself honing what little he had. He could not afford to be sick any longer as it had cost his parents a pretty penny so far.
It had been later that year Sinys grew curious of his father's bow asking how it was made, what he did with it, and how he used it. With joy that his son was interested in something other than studies his father, known as Cousan Luf'firio, took his son's hands and showed him different parts and functions of a bow. Cousan getting a little overexcited showed his son how to hold and draw the bow. On this occasion it became very clear to Sinys that he would have to become a lot stronger than what he was to draw the bow back as he had wanted to. From this time on he made up in his mind that getting fit might not be such a bad idea either. He spent the next ten years performing martial stance forms, learning to glide to each one with a decent amount of difficulty as some of the forms required him to reach out of his bubble. The other difficulty he had was finding a sense of balance when it came to standing on a single leg, it simply did not agree with him.
On one event he took up his father's Iron Wood bow deciding to practice, but finding a location for a presumably blind person to shoot arrows in seclusion. Traveling far from his home he searched for an appropriate clearing or straight shot area. At first he wondered exactly how he was going to find his target, then with a bright idea he smeared berries on the center of the target tree. Walking back twenty paces and turning he fired his arrows until his hand felt no more. Feeling a fair sight foolish he trudged his way to the tree finding it by smell and memory, and had been amazed to see that all of his arrows had found at least a tree to hit. This would keep him from having to explain why his father's arrows had gone missing. Only one of them had actually hit the tree in question, however this had been more than enough to spark his drive to become proficient with the art.
After three years time he decided to train something else, with his ability to hit stationary targets not lacking any longer, one day he had found himself next to a forge listening for hours on end to find the sound of a true strike. Something he had per-chanced upon in a conversation lost to him by his father, the true ringing of metal struck perfectly. The sound seemed to soothed his worries of being the cursed one, the one with no abilities, the one still feeding from his mother's breast. Although the people in his tribe left him alone, and even though their sense of hearing was considered to have been better than his own, he still heard every detail that they spoke of him.
On his fifteenth birthday he took his father by his hand and lead him down to his secret shooting range using the day as an excuse to abstain from trouble, at first his father had been amused letting his son try his hand at archery. However, soon it had become quite clear that Sinys was a true marksman, perhaps not a great one yet, but it was in his blood. After a few of these father-son excursions Sinys told his father of his other sense, the air read ability, and how he could 'see' where air was thinner or in a thing. It was then that he was taken home and his parents fought over him being sent to Twilight College, it wouldn't be until a few years later that he was sent to the footsteps of the famed college with little more than the clothes on his back and a bow of his own.
A small number of things happened in this time, the second most notable of which had been his first fight. Well the first time he fought back, while the older villagers themselves never moved against him that did not apply to their off springs. At first they had taken turns swinging at him making sure to bruise him only under his clothing since surely any damage he got was from his own clumsiness. It had not been that he could not 'see' their movements, but he had jealously guarded his secrets to the point of feigning ignorance about being able to fight back. The time in question had been a result of him growing attached to a fox cub and playing with it near the edge of the small town. A two of the more rambunctious boys decided that one with such a large imperfection should not be happy if others, who were in better condition had been unhappy. Simply put the jealousy had gotten to them that he could fully enjoy having fun in such a simple way with no outwards worries.
With an estoc and javelin they both hunted down the poor creature with Sinys in tow, in the beginning he had been clueless as to the cruelty planned. Feigning innocence the two asked Erynia if Sinys could go on a hunt with the two of them, deciding that Sinys being an aeromancer in secret would keep him from most trouble she agreed to let him go. When Sinys showed a touch of reluctance his mother brushed it off and insisted that making friends would be beneficial to him in the future, or at least learning how to be able too. Had she known the truth she'd have frozen the two of them on the spot, then thawed them before they died, nursed them to health, and then repeated. His mother had been such a person and generally laid down the law in their home with an iron grip, with no kid gloves. Save for the smile of a loving mother. An hour into the hunt Sinys realized what they had been hunting exactly, the distance, shape, and depth of the paw prints followed told him more than he needed to know. The clues given to him were all passed along by his 'vision'.
At that time he confronted the two jumping in front of them his arms outstretched, after harsh words an unfriendly fight broke out. At the start of it all Sinys had been insure as to whether or not he could bare his fangs at them and win. So his lack of confidence has made him clumsy with a stumble here and there, there had also been the fact that these ones in particular had never openly wished him ill. So his trust for them extended farther than most others, it had also been his trust now broken that have him the rage to throw away his want to protect. Replacing it was the strong feeling that he didn't want to lose, a feeling that follows him and pushes him to this day. Oh? About that fight? Sinys didn't win, but what he had won that day was pride in himself. To be even more specific he had won pride in his ability to fight in close quarters. He still thanks his lucky star that weapons had been left out of it, he might have seriously died from this excursion. After this situation passed, word spread about him not being entirely useless in a fight among the young crowd. This awarded him no small number of fights to which brought him a very brief teacher who showed Sinys the correct martial forms that he had improvised from asking around and eavesdropping. He still can't break out of certain bad habits, it is instilled into his body and mind.
The story that puzzles everyone to this day is how his father died, the cause of death was definitely magic. What looked like to most untrained eyes to be Hydromancy due to the water surrounding the area, some even speculated it might be cryomancy turning and accusing finger to Erynia. This notion held no ground for anyone, just another way to jab at her family with a sharp stick. She on the other hand thought of what the truth might be, with the idea floating around in her mind she sent her only child away claiming it had been for his own protection. Moreover, to finalize a wish of her late husband. She sent him on his way arranging for a safe travel most of which had been by carriage, boat, and horseback. Sinys hated the parts that required horseback riding, he couldn't even tell if the horse was going the right way.
Good Attributes:
Air reveal: Can sense movements and indentations through air, natural or otherwise at the moment this range is very short, about three feet. It also allows him to draw scents and smells to his being. Believe it or not he can even read when brushing pages of indented lettering with wind, the stronger the breeze the clearer the image of details.
Smithing observer: He loves the sound of a forge and is curious about them, and can smell out different ores that he knows.
Determind: An attitude that hates quitting, even when quiting is a good idea. This is geared more in the direction of getting better physically than verbally.
Versatile: With limited sight there should not be limited learning, Sinys has attempted to try anything he picks up at least once.
Good memory: Not being able to see has a few perks, one of which is a better memory. Sinys thinks this is because he has less information to process, and that it causes him to flex his memory learning new places or designs.
Silent observer: Not many people pay attention to a blind person, unable to fight, read, or do most types of work how could they use the information generally heard? This factor becomes stronger when the person is quiet natured and thirsty for knowledge, Sinys doesn't quite realize that he is an eavesdroper. To him no one takes the time to make sure the area is clear before speaking. Often times the only way he knows that he isn't supposed to hear a conversation is if the need for secrecy is presented.
Discernment: Other than his inability to know eavesdropping is bad he doesn't like hearing certain conversations. Knowing things that are too private weigh on his mind heavily, causing him to leave or intentionaly make noise while leaving warning people to be more careful.
Spacial awareness: So long as something comes into his bubble he knows where it is, how fast it's moving, and the general shape that it takes. While he can clearly define most things in his range, that would have to mean it had been in his knowledge of shape and size previously.
Well learned: He studied, a lot. Not much to do when you are blind.
Martial flow: Going from one stance to another slowly requires and builds muscle foundation, more mass can be combersome so it happens to be a good thing he is rather toned more than buff. Speeding these movements up can easily become rather troublesome for anyone wishing to be an opponent.
Memory Snipe: A blind person's memory is sharp, though only almost as sharp as the arrow protruding from targets. Sinys can hit almost any stationary target so long as it is not obstructed from view, and is firmly painted in his memory. Under proper circumstances he can even preform a ricochet.
Bad Attributes:
Blind as a bat: Hand motions, winking, opening your arms for a hug, none of these hold any meaning to Sinys.
Sheltered personality: Can be overly shy when interacting with someone he knows nothing of.
Lost in translation: Sinys really hates when people that are talking to him start describing the way something looks, mostly because they would never be able to understand the way he sees the world.
Everything has a place: The location of every item in Sinys's room is stored firmly in his mind, however if something is moved he grows agitated easily. Refinding things is not too difficult for him, but having to search is very annoying. This doesn't bother him as much in places he doesn't frequent.
Lifeless stare: No matter how hard he tries his eyes always seem to pick someone out and stare at them, not that he knows until he is informed. It creates an odd mood for people who don't know he is blind, when people do know he is blind it can come off as creepy.
Rapid Arcanite Consumption: Even if Sinys attempts to lessen the strain brought on by picking out sounds and scents there is still the fact that he likes to use it as often as possible. He doesn't like not knowing what's around him.
Lost in panic: Because of early life events getting lost in any physical fashion causes Sinys to have a mild panic attack.
Hidden objects: There are multiple things that Sinys has no idea what they are shaped like, he may know the word and application of the item. That by no means allows him to know exactly what it looks like.
Young: While he is smart there is a lot of information and experiances that he does not have, he happens to be aware of this thankfully.
Self Trained Flow: While his close ranged fighting is polished through highly repetitive motions not all of them are to the T of the original style. Giving a double portion of quirks and large motions. He has however created a few of his own since he has begun fighting, as well as following down the path of correction.
Stationary Sniper: Can't hit a moving target easily, still archery calms him almost as much as the ringing of a forge.
Secret Word: Rebirth
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Oh lawd, well there is short bio and autobio. So you should keep the short hahaha. Thank you for letting me know. I hope that @Lucius Cypher has a better time soon, anything he wants changed im up for.
Oh lawd, well there is short bio and autobio. So you should keep the short hahaha. Thank you for letting me know. I hope that @Lucius Cypher has a better time soon, anything he wants changed im up for.
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