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Zaw the Beaubell
Elixir
Legacy Name: Elixir
The
Sweetheart HarvesterOwner:
NinjaAge: 17 years, 3 months, 4 weeks
Born: December 24th, 2006
Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: January 15th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 10
- Strength: 23
- Defense: 15
- Speed: 10
- Health: 32
- HP: 32/32
- Intelligence: 12
- Books Read: 7
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Under Construction
I signed up for rum and fun times, not the elixir of life...
Full Name: Aarick Appearance: Powers: In order of skill levels. Personality: Aarick is an extremely carefree and lazy individual. There is a running joke amongst other sorcerers that he's dead as he has been known not to move from a comfortable spot for a couple of days. Enjoying a somewhat bachelor lifestyle. He's never in a particular hurry to do anything and spends the majority of his time asleep, travelling or reading. Any task that he deems too excessive in energy consumption is often dismissed. Aarick enjoys betting and has a gambling addiction, which has caused him to remain in constant debt. Due to his love for sweets, cakes in particular he is bordering on becoming diabetic, but he could care less. He has declared he doesn't need love in his life just sugar. He is a fan of reading and has spent the past hundred of years collecting and reading books. Knowledge is something that Aarick very much values. Despite his lackluster attitude in reality Aarick is a good guy and will try his best to help others. He has a strong sense of justice and isn't one to be persuaded by money to use his skills to perform dark arts, however he is always happy to part knowledge to those who are willing to learn.
Nickname: Rick, Rickie
Age: Appears mid 30's (actual age over 800 years)
Date Of Birth: Unknown
Ethnicity: Mediterranean
Occupation: Sorcerer
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 180lb
Hair: Very unruly, curly brown hair.
Eyes: Golden with flecks of bronze.
Tattoos: Arms and back.
Scars: Too many.
Apothecary: The art of making potions
Alchemy: The art of turning one thing into another
Divination: The art of discovering deeper truths
Enchantment: The art of influence and control
Illusionism: The art of altering perceptions
Evocation: The art of conjuration and banishmentNecromancy: The art of giving and taking life
History:
Aarick remembers very little of his childhood, he can't recall his parents faces or if he had any siblings. He remembers being hungry constantly and spent a lot of time looting graveyards for food offerings with his friends. On one particular evening, battered, bruised and slumped against the wall the boy was slipping in an out of consciousness. The child kept muttering to what seemed to be himself. He'd befriended a hungry sprite and often spoke to his little friend, which gave the impression to others that he was a crazy child. One not to associate yourself with.
A cloaked figure appeared in front of Aarick, a mix of pity and curiosity made the man pause. A hand reached out and tilted the grubby child's chin upwards. "Boy," the man muttered, his voice slightly hoarse. The child opened his eyes, a pair of tired golden eyes greeted by a pair of green. A small hand reached up and grabbed the hem of the cloak, the man slightly surprised the child had any strength left in them. Blood stained lips cracked and throat so dry it pained the child to speak, but his voice was just audible, "...he's h-hungry." The child pointed to his shoulder where a small fire sprite was hiding. The man nodded as he knelt down. So pure were the boys actions or perhaps this man had grown soft in old he wasn't sure, but he was touched. "How about I feed you both? Would you like to be my apprentice, boy?" The man flipped the wing of his cloak up and all three vanished.
Friends, Foes and Family:
Pet Treasure
Empty Flask
Saheric Scroll and Case
Unholy Pages
Bark Bound Book
Hen of the Woods Mushrooms