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Name: Phileo Arentus
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Hair color: Silver
Eye color: Scarlet
Height: 5"9'

My “gift” is apparently: My gift is apparently 'Return Spell'. It is a strange ability that has a very inconvenient satisfying condition. Suppose I was hit by a fireball once, I can then throw a fireball once without any cost or previous mastery. Unfortunately this is not a reflection type ability and any effects or damages I take will be retained. If I don't receive either, suppose I block it completely with a shield, then the condition is not satisfied and I am unable to use that spell. I suppose if I am killed trying to satisfy the receive condition I won't be able to use it afterwards. Though I sometimes wonder... if I am sent back to my own world while having unused spells would I still be able to use it?

The symbol on my new body?: Ever since I entered this strange world I have been trying to understand its workings as well as those of my new body. For one thing, my body is much healthier than it has ever been. Well, I suppose that's a misstatement; correction. This body is much healthier than my body ever was. The feeling of being able to walk and run... marvellous. I tried to study the bodies of the others who were summoned like me... discretely or otherwise; though there were some difficulties with those of the other gender. My methods were limited. I am, afterall, a gentleman. Anyways, it seems they each have a sort of symbol etched on their body somewhere. Mine was apparently on my back making it difficult to examine. I had to request help to copy down the symbol for me. It was... how should I say it... the letter H written in a font type I recognized to be Edwardian Script ITC. I wonder if there was any meaning behind the symbol? Perhaps I should inquire of this subject matter from my summoner when I find the time to do so.

Bio: How should I say this... my mind was thrown into chaos when I first came into this world. I stood there in an unfamiliar environment, standing beside unfamiliar faces and... and the realization that I was actually standing. Surely I must be in a dream, I thought. But since when did my dreams have colors so well defined? Since when was I able to hear voices not just understand them in the dream? Since when was there so much detail such as wind to my face, angst of the unknown and the faint tremours of the earth? No, this was too real for a dream. But if it were not a dream, it surely could not have been reality either. I was standing on my own two feet! I have not been able to walk since that incident 14 years ago. Crude as it was, I have accepted it. I have accepted the daunting reality of my own cruel fate.

It, on a positive light, gave me more time to think, to study and to understand the world. And the laws of the world, every law of physics, screamed at the absurdity of magic. Yet, my very own body, this new body of mine proves false my own understanding. I cannot be sure if this is a gift that I should enjoy or if this is a cruel joke that I must one day wake up from... but for now, I will try to understand this world and make the best of it. At least, it seems some of the laws of physics still applies in this world. I also have a healthy body. All the fantasies I had as a child, the dreams of running around, the games of imagining myself a magic knight.... they translate here as image training. Maybe here, I can live the life that I never had...

Personality: Me? I call myself a gentleman, but I've only imagined scenarios through my fantasies. But hey, I've always been in a wheelchair, there's a limited amount of things I can do no? I'm the hard working type and I think some people might call me brave. To be honest, I just want to try everything with this body. To live life to the fullest and with no regrets. Now that I can, I will definitely try it all.

I: Can't fight. It seems that fighting is not as easy as I originally imagined even with a new body. I have the strength and speed of a warrior, I have the mind that has practiced all those imaginary scenarios, but it seems I still have to learn quite a few things. At the very least I should learn to coordinate my body and make it my own. Then I should make my muscles remember the bas...

... ya. No, I can't fight.

Extra: Phileo is designed to be a growing character with minimal abilities to start with. Growth through the story should reveal more of his past, mature his personality, make friends and reputation, earn him a proper weapon, fighting style and possibly a specialization magic. Storyline dependent.

What was I Doing Before I got Dragged into This World?...: I was studying late that night. I suppose that why I would have mistaken this world for a dream birthed after I fell asleep at my desk. Full time student, what people of this world calls a scholar.

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