Name: Merlin Pendragon
Nickname: Elder
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Personality: His blade is quick to strike any of those whom lights his temper; however, he was as calm as the ocean blue most of the time. It is very difficult to ignite the temped flame of emotions dwelling deep within him, but if you do, back off soon or else face his wrath of a million machines of elder’s day past. A rather nice and charming fellow at joyous heart, his blade strikes true to anyone he pleads loyalty too, friend or foe alike. His tone is quite Shakespearean, rightfully so considering that he was a musician of the both the lute and of the flute. He often plays both in the oddest of manners, plucking the accord with his feet and whistling the flute with his left nostril. Persons around know of his cheerleader like attitude because of the way that he is always supporting his friends. His views on life are rather strange considering the times. A rather odd fellow ‘eh?
Bio: “I have no God!” Screamed Elder through the prison bars, “Do you hear me!” The small boy sat there shackled to the wall awaiting his grim fate. Was it truly a crime to not believe? If it was, all the world would burn in damnation if that were true. “Do you here me!” The guards smiled and so did the priest. Again, the young lad screeched, “God is a lie! Nothing more! How could a God order the death of so many? Is he not a forgiving lord?” The priest’s eye left slanted,
“Not to you heretic!”
Three days passed in that small prison cell. No food, no water, just the rags on his body to feast upon; the nails forever growing upon him; and the mud lying upon the floor to quench the thirst of a thousand men.
Again after the three days had past upon the stroke of midnight the priest returned. Elder was fast asleep. “Why so much hate towards God my son?” questioned the priest with a since of compassion. With a slight smirk, Elder’s eyes reopened, “Because of you father,” said Elder, “Because of you,” Startled, the priest’s eyes gazed towards his stomach. It was sliced right open. “Knew this stone would come in handy. Nice and sharp if I do say so myself. Good throw on it as well.” It was unknown what happened after that. But it was something that Elder was trying to forget. And that he did well.
Appearance:
Weapons: A longsword called Ifrit crafted by his grandfather, Merlin.
Abilities: Pending upon the intensity of his emotions will determine the effects of his Glaciomancy abilities. He has a very rare and unique ability to disguise his Glaciomancy as a Pyromancy Technique most at all times. As of current this Glaciomancy is only at its very basic state.
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