Infinite Cosmos

Cosmic Vault

**Drifter/Aaron Siva/Germaine/Wong**

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"I'm older than you think, kid. Got some spring in my steps still. Thats all."

[ Late 30, presumably | 6'1" | Metahuman | 185 Pounds ]

[Survival]

APPEARANCE

"A man of many facades"

The man who calls himself Drifter,formerly known with names such as Aaron Siva, Germaine Greewood, Wong Kai, to name a few, stands at 6 feet 1 inches. He has an athletic frame. His athletic background leaves him in peak shape, until it was recently discovered that it wasn't just playing basketball at the local Y that kept him in shape. He also seems to age at a much slower rate than his peers. By his own volition, he was preparing himself for recruitment into the military. However, a significant injury prior to the discovery of his powers left him with a slight limp that his body never quite healed from.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Good to see you alive, brother!"

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To survive.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Survival depends on knowin' whats comin, the best you can.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ He is afraid of whats to come.

BACKSTORY

Equipment

Tools⫻He has tools, of all types and manners. If something is broken, he can probably fix it.

Trust⫻His personal sidearm. Chambered at .50, it resembles a Colt Anaconda. But more...grotesque. More..lethal.

Ace of Spades⫻His personal weapon. It resembles an AK-47, but, more sinister. Chambered at a standard 5.56 NATO

Fighting Lion⫻One of his more impractical weapons. An ornate handheld grenade launcher that has metal head of a lion mounted at the port and a pistol trigger.

Funds⫻His services isn't free. One never quite know how much money he has.

Abilities

"Let's Do Business."

Metahuman⫻ Recently, he discovered that his body is different than that of his peers. He not only aged slower, but he is able to maintain peak athletic performance without effort. Matter of fact, his abilities are above world class athletes. He seems to be stronger, faster, and more durable in general. If he was to suffer an injury, he heals faster to the point where cuts and bruises seems to heal themselves in the matter of minutes. Broken bones, though he has not suffered one in ages, might even heal in days, not weeks.

Weapon Smithing⫻ What started as a hobby to pass time with, became a full time profession. He can manufacture weapons that will shock and awe, along with completely impractical weapons.

Weapons Handling⫻ Retaining this skill from his self-imposed training to be recruited into the military, he can handle most modern weapons. If he is unsure of the weapon, he can learn of it in a relatively short time. He has the greatest proficiency in firearms, particularly ones he has modified.

Hand-to-Hand Combat prowess⫻ He used to practice mixed martial arts at his local gym. Now, with his newly discovered powers, he is finding out just how efficient he is at fighting with his body.

OTHER

"You can't outrun the sunrise"

Cosmic Vault

**The Spirit of the North**

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"Folding Was Never An Option"

[ Mid 20s, persumably | 6'3" | Isilra/Human | 205 Pounds ]

[Revenge]

APPEARANCE

"A man of imposing stature."

Avala, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, is built more like a bear than man. Born into the harsh North, he learned at a young age that if one was to survive, they have to be stronger than the elements. Thus he trained, and trained, and trained. Taken in by the Winter's Claw, he was put through intense physical and metaphysical trials. Having triumphed through them all, he returns to the known world a changed man.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Reserved. A man of focus, and commitment."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To seek the truth..

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world isn't fair. The strong can pick on the meek with little to no consequence.

SECRETS ⫻ He doesn't believe in keeping secrets

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ Losing control of his life.

BACKSTORY

Not much is known about him prior to his time training with the Winter's Claw. All that is known is that he is rumored to have been born a prince of the Kingdom of Jord (Yord) in Isilra. Their crown jewel, named aptly the Frozen Heart, has been passed down for generations and is rumored to be the frozen heart of a god-like primordial giant.

The jewel shone with brilliant light, no matter the surrounding condition. It is rumored to be so cold that prolonged touch can render one's limbs completely frozen. It is also rumored to be the key of re-summoning and thus subjugating the primordial giant.

One day, during his youth, it was discovered that he was born on of his clans' Si Xiang. A shaman-like figure that can invoke the primordial animal spirits. He was in the throne room, like usual, just playing around. He happened to sneak past the guards as he does and entered the Jewel Guard. There it was, the Frozen Heart. He has always been a curious boy and that day his curiosity peaked. He reached for the Frozen Heart, feeling it's call. Upon holding it, the boy felt a sharp cold unlike any he has felt before and his arm slowly turned an unnatural black. The boy was frightened and dropped the jewel. The colors did not return to his arm as he started panicking. Approaching the guards outside the Jewel Guard, he was immediately taking to his father the king, and then to a healer. The healer, tried as they might, could not cure him. His arm remained the same color as the darkest obsidian.

When medicine did not help, his parents enlisted the help of spirits. They called upon the high shaman, and she approached the boy. With one look, she knew what had happened. Using her own powers, she channeled the Cloak of the Tortoise into the boy's arm. Color, and function, returned almost immediately. The high shaman then spoke to his parents in private as he recovered.

-The boy is special. His arm was black because the Cloak of the great Zhu was coursing though it. He held onto to the Frozen Heart for far too long. His arm should have been frozen to its core. But, alas, it wasn't. If I may be so direct as to suggest you allow him to be trained at The Winter's Claw, it would be of great benefit to the boy, and our Kingdom.-

With those words, the high shaman left the palace. His parents were left to contemplate for themselves.

Ultimately, they decided that the boy's mana is better left trained. He was sent off into the Northern wastelands, to the home of The Winter's Claw.

In the temple, the boy became a man. Training, trials, tests and tribulations were a daily occurrence. In the beginning, he resented his parents for doing this. For sending him from the comforts of the palace to the harsh world. Slowly, he adapted. He learned to live on meager rations. To find sustenance through prayer and to embrace the spiritual world. His body grew strong, and his mind grew sharp.

His grasp on the art of invoking the Great Spirit was such that he learned them, one at a time, with relative ease. Understanding their meaning, their principles, and their purpose came naturally to the boy. Through daily prayers and meditations, he opened his mind to the spiritual world, and peering within was all that he needed to be engulfed by it.

One day, the grand maester of the temple took him aside and said to him

-Pupil, your understanding of the spiritual world is at a point where my words and the words recorded on these tomes can no longer satisfy your hunger for knowledge. You have my permission to enter the inner sanctum, to seek the knowledge you crave. A word of warning. The inner sanctum is unforgiving. One misstep, and you may never be the same.-

With those words, the grand maester gather a torrent of mana onto his right fist and sent it towards an unseen doorway. With a shake and a booming echo, a doorway slowly revealed itself to the pair. The grand maester then inhaled a deep breath and revealed his true image. At first, he looked no more than 60 years old, grey as he should be, but otherwise in good physical form and health. However, as his true form is revealed, his warning rang ever more true in the mind of the boy. A weathered, beaten old man, barely a husk of his former self, holding himself together with incredible strain.

-Enter, and prepare yourself for the harshest of truths.-

Was all that the grand maester said to him. He bowed deeply and strode through the gates.

How many years have past? Decades? Centuries? Eons? One could not say. As he emerged through the Gate Of No Gates, his physical appearance has not changed much. The outside world, however, could not be more different. The temple is essentially a ruin. The shamans and maesters were no longer. The tomes seemingly burnt. With a worried look, he channeled the Cloak of the Great Voli and moved with such speeds that an untrained man would not comprehend. He charged ever forth, heading towards the Kingdom that once was.

Upon his return, he found similar sights to what he had witnessed at the temple. Ruin, and desolation. Was this an act of war? He could not tell. It seems like it had been so long since he had been back that even the bones have faded to nothingness.

This is where his story begins. The Frozen Heart is missing. His home is in ruins. His bloodline missing. He is out to find truth to all of this.

Equipment

Prayer beads⫻He keeps these with him, though it is never actually seen being used during combat.
Blessed Faulds⫻About the only piece of armor he wears. These are rumored to have been forged by the legendary Norse blacksmith Orrn using volcanic metal and Norse magic. Lightweight, unassuming but very durable.
Gauntlets of The Moonlight Vigil⫻A set of gauntlets he wears if he was to enter physical combat, but want to refrain from using his spiritual power. Rumored to be forged by Orrn as well, these gauntlets are attuned to magic that without precise control, it can drain one of all of their mana.
Staff of Voli⫻An unassuming walking stick made of twisted Isilra wood. There are runes inscribed into the staff that despite the weathered look of the staff, looks as if they had just been inscribed hours ago. He can channel his magic through this staff, as a source of amplification but he rarely does so.
Pouch⫻Nothing special about this. Just a pouch where he keeps his medicinal herbs and ointments.
Coin Purse⫻As spiritually attuned as he is, one cannot get around this world without some coins.
Leather pack⫻A leather pack he sewn together himself. He keeps his pouch, coin purse, emergency rations and various other items in it. The symbols 'XIV' is scratched onto one of the straps.

Abilities

"Its funny. My powers are so warm yet the world is so cold."

-Note- He does not invoke the names of these skills when he casts. These names are used for academic purposes only and are not accurate translations from his language.

Five Flashing Lock⫻ The caster overlaps their palms, facing them towards their intended target. Five orbs of green light is generated on the inside of wrists, the ankles, and the center of the target's chest, sealing most major magic ports and limiting the use of of their mana lest they are willing to immolate from the inside out because of it.

Black Chain Fire Sealing Destruction⫻ With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky, summon several thick black chains. The chains are seared into the body of the target, binding them to the nearest solid surface. The chains and the surface are then essentially melted together, causing the target to be bound to the surface completely.

Purple Lightning⫻ With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky. A channel of mana swirls around user's arm. Lightning is then channeled through the same index and middle finger.

Hundred Steps Grand Wheel Frozen Heaven Blast⫻ A beam of frozen mana is summoned from the palm of the user. Any target contacted by the beam has their mana frozen from the inside out, slowing taking away their ability to channel it for a time period.

Hand-to-Hand Combat prowess⫻ Having relied on his body to survive for so long, his survival instincts will show through when engaged in combat.

Spirit Cloak⫻ Perhaps his most important skill, he can call upon the primordial spirits of the North to aid him.
-Bear- He invokes the great Voli, the spirit bear of the North. This cloak grants him enhanced mobility overall and his physical attacks are enhanced as well.

-Tortoise- He invokes the sturdy Xuánwǔ, the black tortoise of the North. This cloak give him enhanced durability against physical attacks.

-Phoenix- He invokes the mighty Zhu, the fire bird of the North. He is typically in this form. This cloak allows him to channel mana throughout his body, warming it from the inside out and invigorating his body and soul.

-Dragon- He invokes the ferocious Aurelion, the dragon that rules them all. This cloak combines the previous three and grants him all three at once, for a short period of time.

OTHER

"You can't outrun the sunrise"

He plans on joining the League of Explorers, using their considerable resources to find the ones responsible for the murder of his village.

Tales of Anvellor

**Avala of Jord**

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"Folding Was Never An Option"

[ Mid 20s, persumably | 6'3" | Isilra/Human | 205 Pounds ]

[Revenge]

APPEARANCE

"A man of imposing stature."

Avala, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, is built more like a bear than man. Born into the harsh North, he learned at a young age that if one was to survive, they have to be stronger than the elements. Thus he trained, and trained, and trained. Taken in by the Winter's Claw, he was put through intense physical and metaphysical trials. Having triumphed through them all, he returns to the known world a changed man.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Reserved. A man of focus, and commitment."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To seek the truth..

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world isn't fair. The strong can pick on the meek with little to no consequence.

SECRETS ⫻ He doesn't believe in keeping secrets

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ Losing control of his life.

BACKSTORY

Not much is known about him prior to his time training with the Winter's Claw. All that is known is that he is rumored to have been born a prince of the Kingdom of Jord (Yord) in Isilra. Their crown jewel, named aptly the Frozen Heart, has been passed down for generations and is rumored to be the frozen heart of a god-like primordial giant.

The jewel shone with brilliant light, no matter the surrounding condition. It is rumored to be so cold that prolonged touch can render one's limbs completely frozen. It is also rumored to be the key of re-summoning and thus subjugating the primordial giant.

One day, during his youth, it was discovered that he was born on of his clans' Si Xiang. A shaman-like figure that can invoke the primordial animal spirits. He was in the throne room, like usual, just playing around. He happened to sneak past the guards as he does and entered the Jewel Guard. There it was, the Frozen Heart. He has always been a curious boy and that day his curiosity peaked. He reached for the Frozen Heart, feeling it's call. Upon holding it, the boy felt a sharp cold unlike any he has felt before and his arm slowly turned an unnatural black. The boy was frightened and dropped the jewel. The colors did not return to his arm as he started panicking. Approaching the guards outside the Jewel Guard, he was immediately taking to his father the king, and then to a healer. The healer, tried as they might, could not cure him. His arm remained the same color as the darkest obsidian.

When medicine did not help, his parents enlisted the help of spirits. They called upon the high shaman, and she approached the boy. With one look, she knew what had happened. Using her own powers, she channeled the Cloak of the Tortoise into the boy's arm. Color, and function, returned almost immediately. The high shaman then spoke to his parents in private as he recovered.

-The boy is special. His arm was black because the Cloak of the great Zhu was coursing though it. He held onto to the Frozen Heart for far too long. His arm should have been frozen to its core. But, alas, it wasn't. If I may be so direct as to suggest you allow him to be trained at The Winter's Claw, it would be of great benefit to the boy, and our Kingdom.-

With those words, the high shaman left the palace. His parents were left to contemplate for themselves.

Ultimately, they decided that the boy's mana is better left trained. He was sent off into the Northern wastelands, to the home of The Winter's Claw.

In the temple, the boy became a man. Training, trials, tests and tribulations were a daily occurrence. In the beginning, he resented his parents for doing this. For sending him from the comforts of the palace to the harsh world. Slowly, he adapted. He learned to live on meager rations. To find sustenance through prayer and to embrace the spiritual world. His body grew strong, and his mind grew sharp.

His grasp on the art of invoking the Great Spirit was such that he learned them, one at a time, with relative ease. Understanding their meaning, their principles, and their purpose came naturally to the boy. Through daily prayers and meditations, he opened his mind to the spiritual world, and peering within was all that he needed to be engulfed by it.

One day, the grand maester of the temple took him aside and said to him

-Pupil, your understanding of the spiritual world is at a point where my words and the words recorded on these tomes can no longer satisfy your hunger for knowledge. You have my permission to enter the inner sanctum, to seek the knowledge you crave. A word of warning. The inner sanctum is unforgiving. One misstep, and you may never be the same.-

With those words, the grand maester gather a torrent of mana onto his right fist and sent it towards an unseen doorway. With a shake and a booming echo, a doorway slowly revealed itself to the pair. The grand maester then inhaled a deep breath and revealed his true image. At first, he looked no more than 60 years old, grey as he should be, but otherwise in good physical form and health. However, as his true form is revealed, his warning rang ever more true in the mind of the boy. A weathered, beaten old man, barely a husk of his former self, holding himself together with incredible strain.

-Enter, and prepare yourself for the harshest of truths.-

Was all that the grand maester said to him. He bowed deeply and strode through the gates.

How many years have past? Decades? Centuries? Eons? One could not say. As he emerged through the Gate Of No Gates, his physical appearance has not changed much. The outside world, however, could not be more different. The temple is essentially a ruin. The shamans and maesters were no longer. The tomes seemingly burnt. With a worried look, he channeled the Cloak of the Great Voli and moved with such speeds that an untrained man would not comprehend. He charged ever forth, heading towards the Kingdom that once was.

Upon his return, he found similar sights to what he had witnessed at the temple. Ruin, and desolation. Was this an act of war? He could not tell. It seems like it had been so long since he had been back that even the bones have faded to nothingness.

This is where his story begins. The Frozen Heart is missing. His home is in ruins. His bloodline missing. He is out to find truth to all of this.

Equipment

Prayer beads⫻He keeps these with him, though it is never actually seen being used during combat.
Blessed Faulds⫻About the only piece of armor he wears. These are rumored to have been forged by the legendary Norse blacksmith Orrn using volcanic metal and Norse magic. Lightweight, unassuming but very durable.
Gauntlets of The Moonlight Vigil⫻A set of gauntlets he wears if he was to enter physical combat, but want to refrain from using his spiritual power. Rumored to be forged by Orrn as well, these gauntlets are attuned to magic that without precise control, it can drain one of all of their mana.
Staff of Voli⫻An unassuming walking stick made of twisted Isilra wood. There are runes inscribed into the staff that despite the weathered look of the staff, looks as if they had just been inscribed hours ago. He can channel his magic through this staff, as a source of amplification but he rarely does so.
Pouch⫻Nothing special about this. Just a pouch where he keeps his medicinal herbs and ointments.
Coin Purse⫻As spiritually attuned as he is, one cannot get around this world without some coins.
Leather pack⫻A leather pack he sewn together himself. He keeps his pouch, coin purse, emergency rations and various other items in it. The symbols 'XIV' is scratched onto one of the straps.

Abilities

"Its funny. My powers are so warm yet the world is so cold."

-Note- He does not invoke the names of these skills when he casts. These names are used for academic purposes only and are not accurate translations from his language.

Five Flashing Lock⫻ The caster overlaps their palms, facing them towards their intended target. Five orbs of green light is generated on the inside of wrists, the ankles, and the center of the target's chest, sealing most major magic ports and limiting the use of of their mana lest they are willing to immolate from the inside out because of it.

Black Chain Fire Sealing Destruction⫻ With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky, summon several thick black chains. The chains are seared into the body of the target, binding them to the nearest solid surface. The chains and the surface are then essentially melted together, causing the target to be bound to the surface completely.

Purple Lightning⫻ With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky. A channel of mana swirls around user's arm. Lightning is then channeled through the same index and middle finger.

Hundred Steps Grand Wheel Frozen Heaven Blast⫻ A beam of frozen mana is summoned from the palm of the user. Any target contacted by the beam has their mana frozen from the inside out, slowing taking away their ability to channel it for a time period.

Hand-to-Hand Combat prowess⫻ Having relied on his body to survive for so long, his survival instincts will show through when engaged in combat.

Spirit Cloak⫻ Perhaps his most important skill, he can call upon the primordial spirits of the North to aid him.
-Bear- He invokes the great Voli, the spirit bear of the North. This cloak grants him enhanced mobility overall and his physical attacks are enhanced as well.

-Tortoise- He invokes the sturdy Xuánwǔ, the black tortoise of the North. This cloak give him enhanced durability against physical attacks.

-Phoenix- He invokes the mighty Zhu, the fire bird of the North. He is typically in this form. This cloak allows him to channel mana throughout his body, warming it from the inside out and invigorating his body and soul.

-Dragon- He invokes the ferocious Aurelion, the dragon that rules them all. This cloak combines the previous three and grants him all three at once, for a short period of time.

OTHER

"You can't outrun the sunrise"

He plans on joining the League of Explorers, using their considerable resources to find the ones responsible for the murder of his village.

Tales of Anvellor

@YpnosiSince both of our characters are from Isilra, perhaps they have some prior history?

Salem Witches Institute.

Discord +1@iSuspect

Tales of Anvellor

Expressing interest.
Edit, sheet is done. please let me know if I left something out~

**Avala of Jord**

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"Folding Was Never An Option"

[ Mid 20s, persumably | 6'3" | Isilra/Human | 205 Pounds ]

[Revenge]

APPEARANCE

"A man of imposing stature."

Avala, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, is built more like a bear than man. Born into the harsh North, he learned at a young age that if one was to survive, they have to be stronger than the elements. Thus he trained, and trained, and trained. Taken in by the Winter's Claw, he was put through intense physical and metaphysical trials. Having triumphed through them all, he returns to the known world a changed man.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Reserved. A man of focus, and commitment."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To seek the truth..

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world isn't fair. The strong can pick on the meek with little to no consequence.

SECRETS ⫻ He doesn't believe in keeping secrets

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ Losing control of his life.

BACKSTORY

Not much is known about him prior to his time training with the Winter's Claw. All that is known is that he is rumored to have been born a prince of the Kingdom of Jord (Yord) in Isilra. Their crown jewel, named aptly the Frozen Heart, has been passed down for generations and is rumored to be the frozen heart of a god-like primordial giant.

The jewel shone with brilliant light, no matter the surrounding condition. It is rumored to be so cold that prolonged touch can render one's limbs completely frozen. It is also rumored to be the key of re-summoning and thus subjugating the primordial giant.

One day, during his youth, it was discovered that he was born on of his clans' Si Xiang. A shaman-like figure that can invoke the primordial animal spirits. He was in the throne room, like usual, just playing around. He happened to sneak past the guards as he does and entered the Jewel Guard. There it was, the Frozen Heart. He has always been a curious boy and that day his curiosity peaked. He reached for the Frozen Heart, feeling it's call. Upon holding it, the boy felt a sharp cold unlike any he has felt before and his arm slowly turned an unnatural black. The boy was frightened and dropped the jewel. The colors did not return to his arm as he started panicking. Approaching the guards outside the Jewel Guard, he was immediately taking to his father the king, and then to a healer. The healer, tried as they might, could not cure him. His arm remained the same color as the darkest obsidian.

When medicine did not help, his parents enlisted the help of spirits. They called upon the high shaman, and she approached the boy. With one look, she knew what had happened. Using her own powers, she channeled the Cloak of the Tortoise into the boy's arm. Color, and function, returned almost immediately. The high shaman then spoke to his parents in private as he recovered.

-The boy is special. His arm was black because the Cloak of the great Zhu was coursing though it. He held onto to the Frozen Heart for far too long. His arm should have been frozen to its core. But, alas, it wasn't. If I may be so direct as to suggest you allow him to be trained at The Winter's Claw, it would be of great benefit to the boy, and our Kingdom.-

With those words, the high shaman left the palace. His parents were left to contemplate for themselves.

Ultimately, they decided that the boy's mana is better left trained. He was sent off into the Northern wastelands, to the home of The Winter's Claw.

In the temple, the boy became a man. Training, trials, tests and tribulations were a daily occurrence. In the beginning, he resented his parents for doing this. For sending him from the comforts of the palace to the harsh world. Slowly, he adapted. He learned to live on meager rations. To find sustenance through prayer and to embrace the spiritual world. His body grew strong, and his mind grew sharp.

His grasp on the art of invoking the Great Spirit was such that he learned them, one at a time, with relative ease. Understanding their meaning, their principles, and their purpose came naturally to the boy. Through daily prayers and meditations, he opened his mind to the spiritual world, and peering within was all that he needed to be engulfed by it.

One day, the grand maester of the temple took him aside and said to him

-Pupil, your understanding of the spiritual world is at a point where my words and the words recorded on these tomes can no longer satisfy your hunger for knowledge. You have my permission to enter the inner sanctum, to seek the knowledge you crave. A word of warning. The inner sanctum is unforgiving. One misstep, and you may never be the same.-

With those words, the grand maester gather a torrent of mana onto his right fist and sent it towards an unseen doorway. With a shake and a booming echo, a doorway slowly revealed itself to the pair. The grand maester then inhaled a deep breath and revealed his true image. At first, he looked no more than 60 years old, grey as he should be, but otherwise in good physical form and health. However, as his true form is revealed, his warning rang ever more true in the mind of the boy. A weathered, beaten old man, barely a husk of his former self, holding himself together with incredible strain.

-Enter, and prepare yourself for the harshest of truths.-

Was all that the grand maester said to him. He bowed deeply and strode through the gates.

How many years have past? Decades? Centuries? Eons? One could not say. As he emerged through the Gate Of No Gates, his physical appearance has not changed much. The outside world, however, could not be more different. The temple is essentially a ruin. The shamans and maesters were no longer. The tomes seemingly burnt. With a worried look, he channeled the Cloak of the Great Voli and moved with such speeds that an untrained man would not comprehend. He charged ever forth, heading towards the Kingdom that once was.

Upon his return, he found similar sights to what he had witnessed at the temple. Ruin, and desolation. Was this an act of war? He could not tell. It seems like it had been so long since he had been back that even the bones have faded to nothingness.

This is where his story begins. The Frozen Heart is missing. His home is in ruins. His bloodline missing. He is out to find truth to all of this.

Equipment

Prayer beads⫻He keeps these with him, though it is never actually seen being used during combat.
Blessed Faulds⫻About the only piece of armor he wears. These are rumored to have been forged by the legendary Norse blacksmith Orrn using volcanic metal and Norse magic. Lightweight, unassuming but very durable.
Gauntlets of The Moonlight Vigil⫻A set of gauntlets he wears if he was to enter physical combat, but want to refrain from using his spiritual power. Rumored to be forged by Orrn as well, these gauntlets are attuned to magic that without precise control, it can drain one of all of their mana.
Staff of Voli⫻An unassuming walking stick made of twisted Isilra wood. There are runes inscribed into the staff that despite the weathered look of the staff, looks as if they had just been inscribed hours ago. He can channel his magic through this staff, as a source of amplification but he rarely does so.
Pouch⫻Nothing special about this. Just a pouch where he keeps his medicinal herbs and ointments.
Coin Purse⫻As spiritually attuned as he is, one cannot get around this world without some coins.
Leather pack⫻A leather pack he sewn together himself. He keeps his pouch, coin purse, emergency rations and various other items in it. The symbols 'XIV' is scratched onto one of the straps.

Abilities

"Its funny. My powers are so warm yet the world is so cold."

-Note- He does not invoke the names of these skills when he casts. These names are used for academic purposes only and are not accurate translations from his language.

Five Flashing Lock⫻ The caster overlaps their palms, facing them towards their intended target. Five orbs of green light is generated on the inside of wrists, the ankles, and the center of the target's chest, sealing most major magic ports and limiting the use of of their mana lest they are willing to immolate from the inside out because of it.

Black Chain Fire Sealing Destruction⫻ With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky, summon several thick black chains. The chains are seared into the body of the target, binding them to the nearest solid surface. The chains and the surface are then essentially melted together, causing the target to be bound to the surface completely.

Purple Lightning⫻ With the index and middle finger of either hand, the user draws a circle in the sky. A channel of mana swirls around user's arm. Lightning is then channeled through the same index and middle finger.

Hundred Steps Grand Wheel Frozen Heaven Blast⫻ A beam of frozen mana is summoned from the palm of the user. Any target contacted by the beam has their mana frozen from the inside out, slowing taking away their ability to channel it for a time period.

Hand-to-Hand Combat prowess⫻ Having relied on his body to survive for so long, his survival instincts will show through when engaged in combat.

Spirit Cloak⫻ Perhaps his most important skill, he can call upon the primordial spirits of the North to aid him.
-Bear- He invokes the great Voli, the spirit bear of the North. This cloak grants him enhanced mobility overall and his physical attacks are enhanced as well.

-Tortoise- He invokes the sturdy Xuánwǔ, the black tortoise of the North. This cloak give him enhanced durability against physical attacks.

-Phoenix- He invokes the mighty Zhu, the fire bird of the North. He is typically in this form. This cloak allows him to channel mana throughout his body, warming it from the inside out and invigorating his body and soul.

-Dragon- He invokes the ferocious Aurelion, the dragon that rules them all. This cloak combines the previous three and grants him all three at once, for a short period of time.

OTHER

"You can't outrun the sunrise"

He plans on joining the League of Explorers, using their considerable resources to find the ones responsible for the murder of his village.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Interested~

Salem Witches Institute.

I see HP and I click.

Interested.

Cosmic Vault

**Marksman, redux**

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"Folding Was Never An Option"

[ Mid 20s, persumably | 6'3" | Greek-American | He/Him | 205 Pounds ]

[Revenge]

APPEARANCE

"Unremarkable, he is like the one person sitting in the corner of the coffee shop that you know is there but never could quite describe."

James, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, is unremarkable in every way. Perhaps that is by his own choosing. Athletically built, James keeps himself in tip top shape. Given his profession, it is probably a good idea that he does so. He has several tattoos, but none are clearly visible, lest he is topless. Details of which can be given should the situation arises. He foregoes gaudy jewelry, not because he cannot afford them. He prefers to be low key. The only piece of note would be a watch, of various quality. Recently, it has been a Tissot Chemin des Tourelles Powermatic His dress sense would be best described as functional. His clothing fit him like its tailored, but he does not make a point of them. They're there for a purpose, whether that is to stave off danger, or to blend in.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Reserved. A man of focus, and commitment."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To avenge a wrong done to him, some years ago.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ The world isn't fair. The strong can pick on the meek with little to no consequence.

SECRETS ⫻ His profession of being a contract killer. He only accepts jobs if his moral allows.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Heterosexual.

FEARS ⫻ Heights, spiders, dishonor. Typical tings.

REPUTATION ⫻ He doesn't have one. He is seen as another resident.

QUIRKS ⫻ He pays everything with cash, and always leaves and extra penny. Always.
FLAWS ⫻ The pursuit of 'perfection' and his crippling past.

BACKSTORY

"Not much to say really. Someone killed his family, and now he is doing the killing."

James, as he will introduce himself to anyone, was a child born in the slums of Philadelphia. His parents were lowly merchants of mundane items, the kind that everyone already has but have to repurchase from time to time. Every from an young age, James has shown himself to be quite the tinkerer. Picking up some of his parent's wares and improving upon them to fetch them a better price. Though they lived in the slums, they were never impoverished. Around the age of 12, James started getting involved with some of the other children in his neighborhood. Getting his hands on his first firearm at that age, James discovered that he was much better than his peers at its usage, hitting target after target, no matter the distance, with ease....

This continued for a few years, while his family business slowly declined. Debt started piling up, and while James did what he could to tinker with their inventory, the demand simply was not there. Debtor came night and day to collect, often resorting to violence. Many times James dashed to his room, reaching for his chest where he kept his pistol. His mother followed him, and forbade him from doing what he was planning on doing, claiming that violence is never the answer...

Coming home from school one day, at age 15, he discovered that his father was dead, and mother missing. All that was left was a note, stating that if he did not pay off their debt of two hundred thousand dollars within a week, his mother would be killed as his father was. Scared, angry, confused, he reached for his pistol, and found the same boys he hung out with years prior. Some of these boys never returned to regular life, instead choose the dark underworld to reside. Based on their past friendship and knowledge of what James can do with a simple pistol, they offered a 'test' of sorts. A quick job, killing off some business mogul that is impinging on his friend's business. The return was a measly fifty thousand dollars, a farcry from what he needed to save his mother. However, James knew he had to start somewhere so he went with it. With this job, his old friend opened up the war chest and offered him any and all weapons James would like to use. Considering getting up close and personal with a business mogul, who most likely has a personal protection detail at all times, was a bad idea, James found a rifle that felt right in his hands, took a few practice shots in the range, and went out to carry out his mission....

Staking out on a roof top, adjacent to the bar the business mogul frequently visits, James wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Or was it rain? He couldn't remember. Under the cover of night, with nothing but the dim street lamp and moon guiding his sight, James waited. Four hours after he found his position on that roof top, he saw his target emerge from the doors. He counted 4 body guards, one in each direction of the businessman. Taking a deep breath, he knew as soon as he fired on the businessman, he would be under fire from the body guards. He decided to take out his target first, then in rapid succession, fire clockwise and take out the body guards. He reached forward to twist on his silencer, making sure it was secure, he closed his left eye and looked down the sights with his right. His target about 500 meters away. With a slight squeeze, and a muffle pop, he saw that his main target had fallen to the ground, blood spurting from the hole James had just made. Four more pops. Four more dead bodies. Gulping, James was surprisingly calm about all of it. He tucked the rifle into its bag and climbed off the roof, walking away as if nothing had happened in the dark of night...

The next job was substantially more lucrative, at one hundred and thirty five thousand dollars. A local politician was having trouble with a rival. When the usual dirty tactics did not work, she grew restless. Turning to the criminal underworld, she has tasked someone to put her rival down, for good. There would be a lot more heat on this job, and heavier implications, and thus the payout was much larger. James knew he could do it. But this is cutting it quite close to the deadline, as he would have to finish this job, and then immediately finish another one to come up with the entire sum of two hundred thousand dollars. James took the job, taking a gamble that he will be able to turnaround and finish one last job after this....

Kneeling in an empty room roughly 2 blocks from where his target should be, James steadied his hands, holding onto his weapon of choice for this job the Barrett MRAD. Looking down the scope, he lined up where approximately the politician would stand on the podium as he delivered his speech. Quickly checking around, James assumed a squad of personal protection detail, probably 5 to 8. Thats more than he can take care of quickly, so James devised an escape route that would lead him directly into the crowd that is going to be moving away from the crime scene.

Thirty minutes passes. No sign of the speaker. James nervously checks his watch. He now only has 4 hours to complete this task plus another one. He reaches for his cell phone and call his old friend, lining up his next target while he scans through the scope for his current target. Even if the speaker does not make it all the way up to the podium, as long as he has a clean shot, James is taking it and moving on immediately to his next target.

Another hour passes, no signs of the speaker. The crowd that was gathered in now starting to slowly disperse....

One more hour passes. The crowd, like James' hopes, have all but gone now...

He reaches for his phone and calls the debtor. He told them he has the money and can meet them. The debtor, elated, told James a location and James replied that he needs a few hours to get there. After some negotiation, the debtor agreed to meet James in 3 hours time. As soon as he hangs up, James calls his old friend and told him to get the payments ready, as he is going to need it immediately upon completion of the jobs. Finally, the speaker makes his way to the podium, and the crowd quickly gathers again. Drawing in a deep breath, James lets loose. One bullet, one man dead.

On to the next he went.

Picking up two semi-automatic rifles, his next target was a mob boss. His location would be, in all places, a bathhouse. Shaking his head, James moved as quickly as he could while being discreet. Just as he was about to step into the bathhouse and unleash a hail of bullets, he gets a phone call. He answers. On the other end was his mother. She said a few words to him, but was cut off. A man with a familiar voice came on the phone.

"Times up bud"

Thats all that was said and the phone went dead. Panicking, James turned, and was about to take off running. However, he was met with everyone that was in that bathhouse, ready to ambush him.

Bud

His old friend calls him that.

Things are starting clear up for him now. Panic slowly turned into rage. One man approached him with a pistol. In his seething rage, James barely turn to face the man and fired three rounds from one of his rifles. The man that approached him dropped dead. His head had three holes. One in each eye and one in the middle of his eyebrows. The rest of the men tried to swarm him, all 14 of them. Slinging on rifle over his shoulder, James opened fire.

It was raining again. It seems to have become synonymous with death for James.

When the first rifle ran out of bullets, James did not even bother to reload. He threw it at a man trying to attack him so hard that the empty rifle staked the man to a telephone pole.

By the end, everyone near him was dead, including the mob boss he thought he had to kill...

Hellbent on revenge, James took whatever money he had and started accruing gear.

His old friend was friend no more, but a debtee to him. He was going to hunt him down no matter where he is....

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Don't worry about it."

Firearms⫻ Jin is fairly familiar with firearms and is able to use them well
Concealment⫻Jin is able to blend into most crowds, sometimes with the aid of clothing or pretentious persona

ABSTRACTION

"Its funny. My powers are so warm yet I'm so cold."

TYPE ⫻ Adept
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Pyromancy, more specifically at this stage of his development, the control of heat.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Jin, though a pyromancer in truth, can currently manipulate heat and not create actual fire. He can heat certain things up to their melting point or remove their heat signature to a point of near freezing. He currently wields Red light. His channeler is a ring that he wears on his right pinky finger. The ring has his family sigil etched on it.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"You can't outrun the sunrise"

He has been on hiatus from his profession. Though, the right job under the right circumstances can bring him back to the fold.

Recollections: The Fourth Seal [Mystery/Urban-Fantasy/Horror RP]

@Ghost NoteAppreciate the feedback.

I was really looking forward to playing this character and I fully intended to submit him here.

However, with that said, if you haven't already guessed, I will withdraw from consideration.

Thank you for your time.