No one will remain unmoved.
Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Skin tone: Slightly tan
Tattoo's/birthmarks/piercings: Sadar has markings all over his body, they're lighter than his skin.
Family: Only child, divorced parents
Friends: Only fellow students, though got private educated most of the time.
Mentors: Village mage, from the age 5 to 8. Recommeded witch, from the age 8 to 10. Emergency transfer to a wizard, from the age 10 to 12. After the wizard went rogue, Sadar got transferred to a mage academy, 12 to 18. Passed his exams and continued his education, tutored by a hermit, whom was also a magician, from 18 to 21.
Relationships: Sadar has only had one notable relationship, it lasted two years, it started when he was 15 and it ended when he was 17. However, it was a secret because no romances were allowed on the academy. One day, the secret was no more, neither Sadar or his girl knew how it could have happened. From that day off, boys and girls got separated classes, breaks and parties. Or in other words, they never saw each other again.
Lores: Elemental, shapeshifting and enhancements.
Education: Sadar's mentors were recognisable magic users. Because of the differences regarding personality and style of all his mentors, Sadar is capable of quick adaption. Overall he hasn't had trouble with anything he got taught, but he has never tried (nor wanted to try) using darker kinds of magic.
Casting source: Sadar mostly uses spells, though from time to time he uses either runes or potions to guide his magic to his bidding.
Experience: Sadar's quite experienced, though he has never had a real fight with another mage, or anything that was immune to all kinds of magic. He has used magic to hunt and fight summoned beings. He has also had practice fights with other apprentices. However, battling someone, or something, that could and was allowed to kill him is something Sadar hasn't yet done.
Clouds of mist ascended from the creaks in the floor, acompanied by a quiet hissing sound. The grey clouds crawled over the ground, joining with each other until a silhouette of a man stood in the corner of the bar. The mist lit up, thought there was no flash, and faded out afterwards, leaving behind the body of the man. He rose his head, his gaze travelling upwards. Sadar closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh before his eyes opened. Slowly, he made his way to the counter top.
Sadar Nertol seated himself on one of the barstools, ordering a glass of wine from the bartender behind he the counter. While he waited for the man to return, Sadar looked around. There were a few other beings in the bar, none of them familiar to him. Another sigh escaped his lips just before his ears caught the sound of something being placed on the counter. Sadar nodded a thanks at the bartender and paid for the wine.
Sadar Nertol sipped from his wine, red wine to be exact. Every time he tilted the lowerpart of the glass upwards, his eyes closed, turning one sense off to make the others stronger. In other words, to tase the drink with more accuracy. Sadar's breathing was calmly, it was calm in the bar, after all. He heard someone mutter something, but he wasn't concentrated nor close enough to hear exactly what was being said
Sadar Nertol let out a sigh and glanced about, his eyes dull at the moment. It seemed to have gotten really quiet, a bit too quiet according to Sadar. He bit his lip softly and shoved his glass towards the bartender, shaking his head when a refill was offered. He couldn't drink too much, alcohol was something Sadar was wary about. Before you knew, you had drank more than you could handle, and Sadar wasn't going to let himself end up in an awkward situation.
Sadar Nertol looked up from his seat, noticing a girl somehwere else in the bar, before seeing two men arrive in the bar. He let out a sigh, luckily the silence had disappeared. But he grew wary as he inspected the other patrons. Why were they here? They weren't searching for him, were they?
After a quick glance at the wanted posters on one of the walls, Sadar let out a sigh, his attention returning to the book that lay infront of him. Slowly he read, memorising the sentences, the words, the paragraphes.
Sadar Nertol rose a brow at the ongoing conversation, not able to focus on his reading as much as he wanted to. Eventually he even rose his head to look at the two. Sadar couldn't help but wonder about the girl's random comment, it even made him laugh. Very quietly, but it a laugh, no doubting that.
The man shook his head and turned back to his book, letting out a sigh before he closed. Perhaps another time.
"Bartender, could you pass me another glass of wine?" he asked, before he shook his head. "You know what, offer the whole bar something, my pay," he corrected. Normally he wouldn't have done such a thing, but it wasn't all that busy so he he just thought: Why not?
Sadar Nertol smiled at Vlanderfel and shook his head. "I'm just in a good mood," he retorted, not used to being adressed with such politeness. For a moment, his eyes shifted to Tora, but he quickly glanced away again. Sadar hadn't been in the company of others for quite some time, especially not near women. It made him the slightest bit of nervous, he had to admit.
"My name is Sadar, Sadar Nertol," he replied before he held out his hand to shake the man's hand. "And may I know yours?"
Sadar Nertol smiled at the two and nodded his head, sipping from his red wine when the bartender brought it to him, thanking him of course for it and paying. "Call me Sadar," he responded to Vlanderfel, feeling slightly odd because of the man's way of saying things. He felt more like a... peasant, because of it.
Sadar Nertol bit his lip a bit nervously now that the other man had left, looking at Tora, though never for long. "I don't know, really, it's just, I'm new in town and when I heard about this bar, I thought I'd have to check it out," he remarked, smiling a bit, quietly laughing along with her. "What about Tora's bar?" he joked, his eyes on hers for a moment, letting out another quiet laughter.
Sadar Nertol let out the smallest of sighs when he heard Tora's laughter, he hadn't been sure about his joke, but it seemed like she could see the humour. "Sounds great to me," he admitted, taking a gulp from his wine before he continued. "Though I wouldn't let myself get too intoxicated," he added and flashed a smile, gulping from his wine once more, finishing it this time.
"Mhm, well, I like magic, though the madness isn't something I really need," he said, scratching the back of his head again. "But I like it this far."
Sadar Nertol nodded and shrugged. "Gotta love the package, then," he mumbled, ordering yet another drink, something stronger this time. He was feeling good, so he should make the most out of it, shouldn't he?
"I'm sure you are right, a suprise can be either good or bad." Sadar smiled a bit wider. "Today's was a good one."
He turned to the bartender, again thanking the man and paying for his drink, before he turned back to Tora. "That's the reason why I moved to this place, the magic. I'm kind of in search for a new teacher. I learned everything I could from my old one," he remarked, casually.
Sadar Nertol drank from his beverage while Tora spoke, his eyes closed, but his ears wide open. Not litteraly, of course. He put it down and smiled at the girl, raising an eyebrow. "An academy you say? That sounds great," he mumbled, his brows furrowing. "Until now I've only been thaught magic by free-lancers," he added and straightened his back a bit, returning the grin Tora gave him.
"You just got to make the best of it," he said, before he brought the drink to his mouth again.
Sadar Nertol nodded and put his former-filled glass on the counter top, blinking a few times and he frowned. Perhaps that had been a bit too strong. But when the alcohol really kicked in, he forgot about the worrying, he even thought about ordering another one.
"A crazy lady you say?" he asked, raising a brow while he thought about it. The academy sure got more interesting. But perhaps also would make him more hesitant to join it. "Oh, I see, technology, yeah, I never managed to understand much of it," he responded, laughing a bit before he turned to the bartender, barely stopping himself from ordering a drink again. But when he turned back to look at Tora, she was lifting her shirt.
Sadar's eyes widened and he quickly glanced away, coughing a bit while he tried to get what was going on. Slowly he turned his head back and noticed the tattoo on her back, letting out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes for a moment.
From a small hole in the sealing, sand fell down to the ground, much like an hourglass. The sand made close to no sound, only a soft ticking when the sand hit the floor. At first it was hard to notice, the tiny layer of sand went unnoticed for anyone that wasn't looking at it. Slowly the pile got bigger and higher, until it was unable not to notice it. The sand lit up for a moment, the pile turning into a silhouette in a split second. The sand lit up more, before it cooled down.
A glass statue of a man stood in the corner of the room, two fingers on his forehead, the other holding on to some kind of book. Slowly the glass became less see-trough, more blurry. Until it was not possible to look through the statue anymore.
Small cracks appeared on the outer layer of the glass, falling down to the ground with a quiet tingling. After another pair of seconds, the silhouette strechted himself, his arms above his head, the remains of the glass skin pulled down by gracity till it hit the ground.
The man yawned a bit, obviously exhausted. Sadar folded his arms and a tiny smile appeared on his lips.
Sadar Nertol slowly made his way to the counter, though when the bartender offered him a drink, he had to say no. The other time he had been here he had drank a bit too much; Sadar wasn't going to let that happen again. After the bartender walked away, Sadar seated himself, taking his rest on one of the barstools and placed his lower arms on the counter, letting out the smallest of sighs.
Spells like that were tiring, he couldn't deny that. But it wouldn't get any different if he didn't practice it. So that was what he did, pracice. But it was difficult, since he had no teacher, not anymore. He had got equally as skilled as his old one, perhaps even slightly better, and was now in need of a new one. He had heard about this academy, but he couldn't remember the name. Stupid alcohol!
Sadar Nertol watched the spectacular events that happened in Gambit's, especially the electricity. He noted everything what happened, from the force that the man got thrown with to the scorch marks after the portal had disappeared. Everything got 'saved' for later, perhaps he could study it.
But one thing was sure, he wouldn't try it. Ever. The lighting that lashed out, the unconsciousness that followed. It wasn't worth it. Sadar would keep to the slower, smoother way of transporting himself from one place to another. Slowly he got to his feet, noticing he wasn't the only one that wanted to inspect the body.
After a wary glance at Ren, Sadar made his way over to Diomedes, his brows risen. Perhaps it was dead?
Sadar Nertol had also glanced at Jill.
Sadar Nertol entered the bar, without using magic to transport himself, this time. He had used it a lot lately and it had really taken its toll on him. But he wanted to get better and one couldn't get better without practice. Sadar closed the door behind him, before he made his way to the counter.
The bar was empty, he noticed that in a split second, only the bartender whom was slowly beginning to snooze was in the bar. And now Sadar,too. The mage seated himself on a barstool, politely waking the bartender before he asked for a glass of water.
While the bartender was getting Sadar his drink, Sadar opened a book on the counter top, reading it. But when he looked up to see where the bartender was, he realised his previous conclusion had been wrong, there was another person in the bar.
Sadar Nertol nodded at Elizabeth, mumbling a greeting back. The smallest of smiles showed on his face before he turned back to his book. Again he heard someone's greeting. Sadar looked around, a brow risen. He couldn't see whom had greeted everyone in the bar. He shrugged, turning back to his book again, perhaps it had just been an imagination. Or not?
Looking up yet again, Sadar noticed someone by the name of Wik, giggling in the corner. Sadar wondered about why he giggled for a split second, before he mentally shrugged it off. He had another chapter to finish today.
Sadar Nertol shut his book, letting out a sigh. It was too crowded for him to read anyways. He'd finish the chapter another time. Sadar put the book away and sipped from his glass of water, emptying it before he looked around. It seemed like someone had got out of a snooze, someone was being rather, repetitive with his friend's name and an elf whom looked quite irritated.
Perhaps someone knew about that magic academy he had heard about the other day, or just some small talk, he had to get used to it again, after all.
Sadar Nertol frowned a bit, not sure if he should start a conversation with anyone in the bar. What if he didn't know what to say, or perhaps would say the wrong things? Sadar closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands, his elbows on the counter. Slowly he shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. He had been away from the community too long.
Sadar Nertol got to his feet, dragging himself towards the crowd and placed his hand on the back of an empty seat. "Could I perhaps join?" he asked, his voice confident, but a bit quiet. However, he'd manage a small smile. Sadar hoped he would get a response, otherwise he just had to sit down, or perhaps go away. He wasn't sure about what he would do if he got ignored. Sadar barely stopped a sigh.
Sadar Nertol smiled gratefully at Rosenna, seating himself on the chair his had had just rested on. He leaned back in the chair and kept his smile, mumbling a thank you before he quickly looked everyone over, just to see where they came from and such things. It seemed like he was the only mage.
That fact made Sadar feel slightly more comfortable, sighing quietly before he looked up from the ground to look at his company. He wouldn't interrupt them, though.
Sadar Nertol rose an eyebrow when Wik and Snake got out as fast as they could after noticing him. His brows furrowed and his thoughts began to strangle each other. What about him could make them leave? Was he scary? No, that couldn't be it. Was he reminding them of someone? Sadar shrugged, he had no idea.
However, he nodded a thanks at Elizabeth and Rosenna, a tiny smile resting on his features. "Thanks," he said, his gaze switching between the two every now and then. "My name is Sadar, Sadar Nertol."
Sadar Nertol looked at Elizabeth. "Nice to meet you, Elizabeth Greemes, it's an honour to be in the company of an elf," he retorted, smiling yet again, though a bit wider this time. He had heard about elves, read about them. But he had never met one. Sadar would do a lot to get mentored by an elven mage. The things they could do with magic. Quickly he shook his head, not wanting to get lost in thoughts.
The mage turned to Rosenna, the remains of a smile still showing on his face. "A pleasure to meet you too, Rosenna." He assumed this girl was a human, but something was off. Perhaps it was just a imagination.