Name: Wayfarer.
Affinity: Solid Force
Description: Once upon a time, there was a mage. That mage only had two books that he kept dear to him. The first was the book from which he learned his magic. The second...
In any case, the second book had tales. Tales of great power, only safely accessible through a magical ritual.
Eventually, the mage grew in power and wisdom, and a pamphlet arrived at his doorstep. The pamphlet told of a pocket universe, a deathmatch for powerful mages. Its magic facilitated the generation of shards from the souls of dead mages and others. Said shards were incredibly potent even on their own. But eventually, together, they had a resonance effect... this would not be much until a hundred shards. Then godhood.
The mage realized he could use the power granted from the ritual he had read about in his second book to kill all the mages on the island, along with all of the magical creatures... take their shards... and ascend.
That very day, the mage packed his two precious books into a trunk in his tower(a relatively small one). Then he set off to travel across the world to the only city in his world with a portal with enough power to reach to the pocket dimension spoken of.
A day later, a mage cursed his voice box so he could only speak four words in the entirety remaining of his life. And horribly disfigured his face. All over a cup of tea.
So he killed said mage, then fashioned a black mask for himself, made of solid force. He donned the mask, and never looked back(except to grab some more rations).
Several years later, his body was covered in scars. His long, flowing robes were in tatters. So he killed another mage in his way and took his garments(except for the undergarments), a long leather coat, black, covered in now depowered protection sigils, complete with a hood, black, thick black pants, covered in now depowered protection sigils, and black loafers. And black padded gloves. The mask stayed.A week later, those were only slightly scratched. The mage was putting up more of an effort to keep his outfit intact. He liked this one(number 56).
The week after that, he had arrived in the city. Being unable to speak, he promptly stormed the compound where the experimental portal was held. The magitech specialists' protocols dictated that the portal be shut if there was any disturbance.
The mage had dubbed himself Wayfarer. He needed no other name, until he executed his plans.
The trans-dimensional island he arrived at was not the one shown in the pamphlet, despite the fact that it had the same universal coordinates.
He was silent, as he always was.
Stats:
STR: 1
DEX: 3
SPD: 1
END: 3
POT: 0
Wayfarer went over his physical assets. He almost sighed when he realized that all the time he spent dodging attacks and resisting damage had turned him into a super-athlete. At the expense of his magical potency. But no, he had to be stoic. A sigh didn't count as a word for the purposes of the curse... but it would not do to be anything other than silent where others could see him. He reached into one of the several pockets his coat had, and withdrew 5 magical shards. So this was the place. No matter how... changed... it was.
Wayfarer took 4 of the 5 shards he had been granted, and smashed them, directing their power into his soul to grant himself a point in Potency.(Assuming that's how it is...)
Then he played a game of "essence roulette" as his previous master(now dead) had called it. Creating essences until one collapsed. A dangerous action. But he could likely survive the fallout, and he needed the benefit.
Wayfarer also took the time to gaze at any other mages in the area... some might be weak, and some strong, but it would be good to know which.
((Wayfarer is going to basically be a mute for most of the game, so I'm not giving him a defined speaking color. If you want a color to show him as on the map, I'd prefer pure black.))
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