Name: John or Poisson
Gender: Male
Age : Unknown
Race: Warlock
Abilities: His is an extraordinary fighter and skilled in both unarmed and armed combat. He is a very strategic person and can devise counters strikes in moments notice. His body lacks the pain to feel most wounds that aren't sever and deep. Being one who practices magic he can use a variety of magic, he mostly uses one's based around fire and the use of, essentially, raw energy (i.e. A ball of energy that when colliding with solid objects becomes unstable and cause an explosion and percussion in the air.)
Personality: He is someone of a confusing personality, his beliefs contradict each other at times and he's hard to predict. He can be kind and calm when talking but when in a fight he can crazed, ruthless and kill without second thought. He is one that you would want as an ally and someone you'd never want to be on the bad side of, nor on the opposing end of his sword.
History: Since he was young and as far back as he could remember he was raised around the use of magic and trained with it. He always loved the use of magic but tried to limit himself to use it and use his body to do what he needed over his magic. He was very adept with the range of magic he was taught but enjoyed those based around fire and use of raw energy over most and became very skilled with these two forms of magic, though both very closely related when one thinks about it. He was raised and taught by a mother and father and also the small town he lived in, they always knew one another and assist families in teach and training those that are still learning. He was taught this way till he could begin to learn on his own when he became old enough. When he would practice his skills would back fire on him often, coming back to the town with burns and missing pieces of skin and flesh from his body. Because of this he has numerous scars across his body.
He would also train his skills with various weapons, ranging from swords to dagger and even staffs. He did this as a back up defense initially if his magic were to fail him or if he'd be unable to focus enough in a fight to use his magic. The skills he honed and learned when training with the weapons would always be with him as a second nature thing that his body would be able to use in most conditions. But as time went on and he continued to train he began to transition into using weapons and more material skills over magic when it comes to fighting and other things. This was because he felt the power of his magic would start to consume him more and would just desire it to be greater so he began to push it to the side more but still used it.
Though through these numerous years of training he had spars with others but never lethal or true strikes and it usually was fun to him and enjoyed the challenge without threat. As time went on, he never had a rue fight till one day. His town was attacked by a group of outsiders of various races, wanting to take everything they could from the village. One of them had got into his families house and his parents where no where to be found so he decided he was going to fight off the man. They engaged in a battle, the man wielding a sword and he thought it would be similar to his spars but oh was he wrong. He was fighting without his magic and the intruder thought that odd but took advantage of it, delivering to John numerous cuts and wounds while receiving few. John seemed to enjoy it and continued on fighting, he seemed to beginning insane as they fought, getting more into the fight, not caring for his wounds. The man seemed baffled by this, John was laughing and smirking as they fought despite his wounds. Though after a few minutes of the fight John began to grow bored, saying a chant and holding his palm out at the man who charged at him again as a sudden burst of flames formed and devoured the man and began to burn down the whole building, his house. After the fight his body felt weak, he took to many hits, dropping to the ground, unconscious from his wounds. Some of the locals had seen the whole display, disgusted by it but still brought John out of the burning building and into a safe haven till the raid of the town ended.
He woke up, in a house different then that of his own and bandaged up with men and women gathered around him, even his parents, looking disappointed. One man spoke out, after hearing the events that went on in John's house and the fight. "You are to be exiled from this village, you killed out of joy and not out of defense, you fought for fun and not to protect, you burnt down your own house and nearly killed yourself fighting. You've put to shame your family and those that trained and supported you, you no longer are one of us and never will be allowed to return. You knew the rule of fighting and killing only for protection and your broke it. You are a risk to our ways, we can't risk you fighting others for fun and having people trace you back to us, it'll disrupt our ways." The man finished speaking and John stood up, forcing past the men and women, not even turning to look at his family. He staggered out of the town. He was irritated and pissed at his own rejecting him like that over one fight, which he did initially do out of defense. It pained him to leave his family and friends and it pained them too, he could see it in their faces before he left.
After leaving his town he wandered around, thriving off the bare minimum and picking up what jobs he could for money, sometimes as a bounty hunter in one town to kill off one deemed 'evil' and sometimes as a helping hand around a shop. Whatever he could do to gain money he would and he'd also work for food and a nights rest. He would never use his magic abilities and kept them well hidden from others as he did not wish others to know what he can do, never knowing if they'll be hostile or desire his magic for their gain. He lived this way for some time before just stopped and began to just wander from land to land, gaining what knowledge he can and gaining his own food, hardly ever needing to buy anything new other then the occasional new set of clothes. He'd use the natural resources around him to get what he needed, sometimes it was easy and other times it was hell. In his spare time he'd train more, both magic and fighting skills.
Any weapons/armor you have: He carries with him little more then a black long sword on his side, two small, silver daggers and one metallic claw that's blades are cased in lather and is tied at his waist with a thick string.
Any items you have: He carries with him very little, not much more then small objects needed for his rituals and some broken blade tips he had taken from enemies in former fights.
Character Flaws(You must have at least two.): One of his flaws is the fact that his spells can and will backfire on him if used with little focus and if his body is in a weakened state. A second flaw is the fact that he gets so into a fight that pain doesn't matter as much if it's not vital and can lead to him being in a serious condition when his rush ends, as he found out when he was younger.
Lover/Relationship Status: None
Appearance: He is a tall man, standing at 6'2" and his skin is of a light tan color. He has long, dark brown hair that goes to his shoulders and dark eyes to match. He has a athletic, somewhat muscular body but more lean and slim. His body has scars on various places and on distinct one under his left eye. He wears dark clothing, black pants and shirt. While traveling he wears a hooded cloak over his body for protection and so people don't see what he looks like in a crowd.
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