Ⅰ.XXX▐░ Personal Data
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• Username :: xXRedemption_VengeanceXx
• Name :: Absalon "Sparks" Beaumont
• Age :: 17
• Height :: 5'6
• Weight :: 125
• Hair Color :: Black/Dark Blue
• Eye Color :: Orange
• Skin Color :: Light Tan
• Tattoo / Markings ::Tribal Tattoo across his back
• Race ::Human
• Personality::Rash, Naive, but hes Thoughtful and always seeks out justice
• Biography :: It was a normal day in the junkyard today. Absalon had just finished making his rounds and was getting ready to go back to his spot. He lived in an old scrapyard. Casamir, the old man that ran the joint wasn't expecting Absalon to be so useful to him. When the boy's dad knocked on the door with Absalon in his hands he was confused. The man Dominik wasn't in good condition. His breathing was forced and he looked like had just run through hell and back for this kid in his arms. Whatever this man had been through clearly wasn't interested in the child. The boy was unscathed, and it was his innocence that practically radiated off of him. Dominik merely handed the boy to Casamir, called the child "Absalon," and was gone after that. Never to be heard from again.
So Casamir raised him like he was his own. Casamir had no blood relation to the boy, but he was a drinking buddy to his father. Absalon kind of did his own thing. He was given a set of chores from Casamir to tend to daily, they weren't tedious but he understood why the old man couldn't do them anymore. Every day after said chores were done Absalon found himself playing with the crap around the house. Metal sheets, odds and ends, they made for great toys. Absalon's only limit was his own imagination. It came to a point that his inventions were so interesting that Casamir made it a daily routine to examine Absalon's work.
Casamir eventually grew to old to be tending to the boy, but the little slayer at that point had already learned to take care of himself. Casamir laid down on his bed for the last time, and never woke up again. When Absalon walked into his room to check in on him he was heartbroken. The pair didn't get many visitors, and they didn't leave very often. This was the boy's first encounter with death. It was then that he began to realize just how mortal he really was. However Casamir didn't leave him without some token of a goodbye. In his arms lay a book. After a while Absalon noticed it, snatched it and then left. Disappearing into the junk yard the boy spent the next part of his life studying what his adopted father had left behind for him. It wasn't something Casamir wrote himself, Absalon knew that much. Most of it was script too old to write, but what was evident was a map towards the back of the book. The slayer wasn't ever taught how to read a map, and now he found himself in need of help. After gathering a few items, and saying goodbye to Casamir's grave, Absalon left home never to return.
There was a road that winded down from home, and Absalon followed it as far as possible. It finally stopped at a town that he surmised to be called Ironfalls. Casamir spoke of it fondly, the boy assumed he grew up here himself. Perhaps thats what Casamir's occupation was. Perhaps he supplied the metal for Ironfalls. Or accepted the scraps. What did he want to do with the scraps though? Absalon wasn't ever sure, but he didn't bother trying to answer the question himself. The boy was beginning to encounter people again after about a year of isolation from them. They didn't pay him much mind, but it wasn't because they didn't care; it was because something else peeked their attention. Little Slayer followed the crowds to see what the commotion was about and found himself watching a travelling entertainer. He bowed and tipped his fancy hat to the crowd. This man knew how to keep people entertained because they were always shouting at him. Absalon was genuinely happy and clapped for him, but stopped when someone called him stupid. After the show was over, the crowd dispersed and the man was left quite melancholy in it's place. Absalon walked up to him, carrying only Casamir's book on his back. He tugged the back of the man's jacket to get his attention. The man stared at him for a moment, and then barked "well what do you want?"
"Show me where this goes."
Ⅱ. XXX▐░Guild Data
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•Guild Name :: Searching
•Rank Level :: D-Class
•Guild Mark Body Location :: Back of the Right shoulder
•Color of Mark :: Black
Ⅲ.XXX▐░ Statistics Data
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•Strength :: 6
•Defense :: 6
•Endurance :: 6
•Speed :: 6
•Magic Power:: 6
•Stat Points ::0
•Resistance ::
Fire - 1
Water - 1
Wind - 1
Light - 1
Darkness - 1
Ⅳ.XXX▐░ Wizard Data
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•Primary Magic Name :: Lightning God Slayer
•Primary Magic Type :: Lost Magic
•Mana Amount :: 750
● Lightning God Slayerxx
↬ Black Lightning Sphere :: The user brings their arm forward, creating a sphere of black lightning which envelops and electrocutes the target.
↬ Mana Cost: 400
↬ 120mm Black Lightning Cannon :: The user generates black lightning between their palms before releasing it as a powerful beam.
↬ Mana Cost: 400
↬ (Name of Spell) :: (Description of Spell here)
↬ Mana Cost: ???
↬ (Name of Spell) :: (Description of Spell here)
↬ Mana Cost: ???
↬ (Name of Spell) :: (Description of Spell here)
↬ Mana Cost: ???
Ⅴ.XXX▐░ Inventory Data
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• Items ::
Pocket Bag:
0/5
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• Jewel :: [ 500 ]
•STRIVE Points :: 100
•Wiz Points :: 000
Ⅵ.XXX▐░ Extra Data
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• Extra ::
