Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Revolution wears a dark blue cloak adorned with magical runes. Underneath the cloak has yet to be seen by another but he does wear a blue mask, also with engraved runes, that looks as if it was layered. Also, he only has one arm. Most would call him arrogant if they were to see him in combat, believing that he believed that he'd only need one arm to deal with his enemies. His right arm also has a gauntlet with magical runes engraved into it.
Revolution is rather quiet; he doesn't really socialise and is a bit of a workaholic. He is on a self-given mission to change the world for the better. He hates status quo and "fate" and "destiny". He has vowed to decimate anyone and anything that threatens a future of peace and prosperity with no hesitation.
He also has a fondness for hippos, swans, wolves, platypuses and other underestimated animals. He's also a bit antsy and impatient.
Revolution is a mage with several magic spells at his disposal. As he is searching for the Stones of Those Before, he specialises in divination. He is capable of seeing any person or object from anywhere on the planet provided they're not protected. In addition, his Eyes of Truth spell allows him to see past illusions and see those that are invisible. It also helps him see ethereal beings, ghosts and magic auras.
For offence, Revolution has his Guardian Satellites spell which generates four orbs of magical energy that he can control telekinetically. They travel at high speeds and can also explode on his mental command. In addition, his cloak, on mental demand, provides a magical aura that protects him from damage and makes him immune to stabs and piercings. He also has his Outwards Force spell which releases either an omnidirectional pulse of magic or a pulse of magic that travels in every direction except towards the ground.
Those are just the spells that don't use his arm. When you see him bring it out, you know he's serious. His most favoured spell is Dispel which- you guessed it- removes magical effects from the target. Also, he can fire magical lightning (not true lightning; just magic shaped as lightning that carries a charge) and magical fire (not as powerful or hot as real fire but it gets the job done) from his outstretched hand. With his gauntlet, his arm can be imbued with magical energy to strengthen it. It also protects him from his elemental attack spells.
Nothing special. Revolution was at home and believed that the world needed to change. He got his mask and cloak and got ready to fight.
Revolution was sitting alone at the bar. No, he wasn't here for a reason; he was just here for the sake of entertainment. Yes, he is wearing his power armour but that doesn't make it any less true.
Revolution found himself being... glomped, for lack of a better word, from behind by... someone. "Um... can I help you?"
Revolution turned around towa- oh dear God, this person was in bad shape. He'd seen less mangled fingers on a victim that went through a form of torture involving a small guillotine and he was pretty sure bears wouldn't do that much damage to the rest of her body. "What in the almighty God happened to you?"
Revolution sighed and placed a hand on the forehead of his helmet. "Look, before I continue, are you one of those cryptic end-of-the-world types that sound insane but really foreshadow the entire overarching plot in a way that a lot of people will forget or are you one of those annoyingly wangsty people that would rather hang onto their mental trauma than heal it?"
Revolution winced at the sight of the blood. Sure, he once beat up a bear while fixing his shotgun but he'd never seen something like this before. "Yeah... well, it's nice to know that you're trying to solve your personal problems. I mean, I get around quite a bit and do you have any idea how many people I come across bitching and moaning about how "they couldn't save her" or "they killed them" or "where are you?" or some other bullcrap that makes me want to slap them so hard that their eyeballs swap places? Bloody nuisance."
Revolution chuckled a little bit. "I wouldn't known. I don't even drink soft drinks let alone do drugs." He stood up and walked towards the girl. Once he was in front of her, he knelt down in front of her and looked her in her bloodshot eyes. "How old are you, dear?"
Revolution raised an eyebrow, not that the woman would see. "Twenty? Well, you've still got some life left in you yet. What's your name?"
"... Lexia's pretty short already," he commented. He offered a hand out to her. "Will you please sit with me?"
Revolution pulled her up and walked with her to the front bar stools. "I can't really imagine why. Lecks-ee-a. Quite easy." They sat down. "Tell me about this... addiction of yours."
Revolution reflexively looked away from her arm. "I could tell. About the arm, I mean. Have you been to see a therapist?"
Revolution sighed. "When did you start?"
"What was your family like?"
Revolution grabbed her hand and kept it from going into her mouth. "First step of going clean is admitting. Some other step is not putting your fingers in your mouth."
"I can imagine that it's very hard. I've had to escape an operating table that I was strapped by activating a crossbow that someone left next to my ear and that would be nowhere as hard as overcoming heroin addiction. I can't feel your pain or strife but it's important to never relent. Each time you bite your fingers or scratch yourself, you're only setting yourself back further to the point that you won't win."
Revolution rubbed his forehead. Actually, he only put his hand against his mask. God, he wish he didn't need the thing. "Look, I asked for a wand. I even ordered one a week ago. I still have the receipt." He held up the piece of paper. "And yet, I do not have my wand. What is going on?"
Sir, I'm... what's going on?"
Revolution looked to his left and saw a group of people. They had tasers on their belts as well as a few other pieces of hunting equipment. Why would they display that openly? Regardless, Revolution turned back to the store. Only, the door was shut and a "Closed" sign was posted.
"... Cheeky bastard."
Revolution looked down at the person who ran into him. A little boy; he already stopped caring. "That is a good question and it would be one I would be most delighted to answer. However, I have a question of my own that I would like answered and it is "Why was this shop open five minutes ago and it only closed the second I turned my head?". It puzzles me. I hope to find a solution soon."
Revolution noticed something odd in the boy's behaviour. He was... afraid. He didn't want to be seen. "Is someone following you?" he asked.
Revolution looked at the group of people very sternly. "Pray tell, what are you doing grabbing a young boy in broad daylight in the middle of a market? Are you trying to go to jail?"
Revolution sighed. "You are harassing a youth who has, quite clearly, told you to let him go. Not to mention there are many bystanders here who are watching us right now." Revolution nodded at some of them. "As there is quite a crowd, local law enforcement is bound to arrive quickly. They will apprehend you. Now, let the boy go before I call for the nearest guard."