Weston Lonehill
Gender:Male
Element/Type of Magic:Water/ Blood manipulation, a darker sub-category of water. He can control both his own blood and on occasion another person's blood if certain qualifiers are met. The current techniques known by Weston are as follows:
- Hydraulic Control: By manipulating his blood pressure Weston can grant himself heightened speed and strength. The effects of this magic weaken in proportion to the amount of blood inside him at the present.
- Coagulation: At his current level of knowledge concerning his magic he can only really command his personal blood to rapidly scab over wounds, preventing him from losing more blood to cuts and other such wounds.
- Pure Red: He can remove most contaminating elements from his blood thus purifying it of all poisons, maligned diseases and most other harmful content. He can do this to other people's blood but only if an artery or vein is open and the stream within is visible to him.
- Will of The Unbound Blood: He can control his own blood when it is outside of his body, allowing it to move about to his will. While the blood itself can move with relative haste he cannot exert more than a pound of force with it. He can also recall the blood back into his body with this spell. He can also control the blood of others using this spell but only when it has escaped past the skin. He cannot control blood any deeper than that.
- Corrupted Crimson: With this he can make change his blood so that if it somehow enters the body of another creature it can cause a number of negative effects such as one of the following:
-- Toxic Blood: Causes those contaminated to experience several immediate and severe symptoms such as fever, intense headaches, nausea, painful muscle spasms and heart palpitations. If untreated it could cause death in creatures of lesser fortitude and at least a month confined to rest for entities of higher resilience.
-- Disorienting Blood: This type causes it's victims to experience immediate mind hindering effects such as dizziness, blurred vision, reduced motor control, impaired judgement, visual and audio hallucinations and general confusion.
-- Paralyzing Blood: Causes all the victim's muscles to seize up over the span of a minute resulting in total paralysis that can last over the span of several hours. The victim may experience stiffness for several days after the paralysis has worn off.
Weapon:A chainsaw
Height:150.44 cm
Weight:62.5 Kg
Appearance:He has naturally disheveled looking straight brown hair that hangs down to around the neck. His eyes are a pale brown color. He is a little tan and looks rather young for his age. His body has got some muscle but it doesn't really show. Mostly he looks rather lean. His dressing preference leans towards mostly colored shirts absent of logos and grey cargo pants.
What he deems normal others might say is downright disturbing. Mutilation, both to himself and others is only appropriate in his field of magic. Bloodletting and sacrifice are all fundamental aspects of his art. While the current trend in fashion has lightened up on the macabre his style still makes the mainstream normies all creeped out. He just believes he's just too cutting edge, ironic use of phrasing intended. In his mind the style will swing his way and then everyone will become posers trying to be cool like him.
It's not that he's particularly malicious though. He genuinely believes his magic isn't at all cruel. The wounds aren't permanent and the pain is just an added spice to keep things exciting. "It doesn't make any sense. People love to watch other people punch each other and make each other bleed and yet when I offer to cut open someone as a party trick they call me the maniac?" Pretty much his summation of the subject.
He's no dummy though, he knows they won't let him do what he wants to do. He's managed to keep his magic a secret long before he joined the school as he's adapted to living in harmony with the rest of humanity despite himself. All too well does he know the consequences of talking about his special gift. He's learned the fine art of being social and friendly while remaining closed and secretive. No matter how dull he might find what average people talk about he can maintain a perfectly straight face. His smile is like a mirror, a reflection of everyone but himself.
At heart he is adventurous, bold and always curious. He's willing to try anything so long as he believes he can live on to try something new. For him every new experience is an exciting adventure. Sure, some might be dangerous but what is life without danger? What fun would there be in doing something if he knew there was no chance for failure? No fun for him that was certain. Whether it be a death defying act, a chilling fright, a new spell, a new way to entertain the five senses or perhaps even the opportunity to feel an emotion he hasn't felt before he will welcome every new experience with open arms and an open mind. It's not to say he necessarily enjoys absolutely everything but he's never walked away from a new experience with regret.
Likes:
- Blood Magic.
- Discovering something new.
- Intelligent Conversations.
- Equality.
- Unusual art or music.
- Spicy food.
- Getting other people to try something new.
Dislikes:
- Hiding his magic.
- Dullards.
- People who try to argue from a moral high ground.
- Rules in general.
- Rude people.
- The ungrateful.
- Having things kept from him without an explanation.
- Mainstream Media.
- Unwarranted Self-Importance.
- Avocados.
Flaws:
- He can and often times has estranged people who get to know his true self.
- His curiosity can lead him into trouble quite often.
Talents:
- He is a decent cook.
- He possesses a decent knowledge of history.
- His poker face is extraordinary.
Fears: He has only one fear. A fear of heights. He gets terrible vertigo when he's high up and it's so unpleasant he feels uncomfortable even thinking about being high up.
Bio: As the story goes when Weston was born he cried only once as air filled his fresh lungs. After that minute had past he never cried again. When the stove was hot he put his hand on it and when the heat burnt him he made not a single sound as he retracted his hand. It hurt but he had felt no compulsion other than to avoid repeating that mistake. That pretty much illustrated a repeating theme which persisted throughout his life.
His demon was not known to him and it only ever interfered once in his life and always from the background, never seen. It occurred on the day when he had found a dead raccoon in the woods outside the back yard. While it had grossed out his older sister he was morbidly fascinated. He had never seen inside an animal before. His sister had run off and tattled on him when he peeled open the gash to see inside it better. Upon returning home he was grounded, a rather unfair imposition but one he couldn't challenge.
When he entered his room he had found a note addressed to him. It outlined instructions on how to perform a very basic blood magic technique, the process of willing a cut to stop bleeding. Given Weston's nature he was pretty much certain to try it. Managing to find a pair of scissors left around the house by his sister he got a cup and an incision across his arm. To his marvel it worked, the wound which was previously bleeding stopped according to his will. His celebration was cut short however when his parents barged into his room to make sure he hadn't tried to circumvent their punishment. They were mortified by his actions and explaining what he was trying to do only sundered their faith in his sanity.
When he was whisked away to a psychiatrists office the very next day he learned a very important lesson when he was standing in that large ominous room being stared at from behind a desk by cold, judging eyes. He learned that the world would never accept who he was, who he is. He was prescribed antidepressants to keep him from ever being depressed despite the fact he wasn't unhappy to begin with. He had lied to convince the man he was unhappy rather than tell him the tale of what he learned since he would rather be forced to be happy instead of given pills to curtail his imagination.
And so he was forced to take his drugs, altering his mood by force until he was eleven years old when he discovered the identity of his secret benefactor. A strange man in a suit with a small box over his head, concealing the person's identity. This stranger revealed himself to be The Spectator, the young man's companion, a demon. As the man explained to him Weston learned that he was a magi, a person with the ability to wield magic. To aid him The Spectator taught him how to purge his system of the drugs he was being fed. Success had never felt so sweet as he felt himself feel things that were buried for so long. Emotions suppressed by chemistry now flooded him in it's stead. He was ecstatic, celebrating with jubilatory glee but now because he wanted to, not because he had to.
Since that day he's strived to explore the entire human experience they call life. He wanted to see it all, the good, the bad and even the ugly. His own rule was that anything was acceptable to try so long as it did not present too strong a risk of either exposing him to the public or cutting him off from the possibility of experiencing something. For example while cutting off his own arm and eating it would provide an interesting experience it would prevent him from exploring other possibilities with that arm in the future, thus making the action an invalid option for him.
At the age of sixteen he received an invitation from Liuena Academy, a prestigious institution. He attended but little did he know he was to be brought into a world of people with incredible powers like himself. Well, maybe not quite like himself.
- His body is a pastiche of self inflicted scars which he's been careful to keep hidden.
- It should be noted that Weston and his demon The Spectator definitely know each other and are at the very least aware of each other's identities.
The Spectator
Gender:Male by appearance.
Element/Type of Magic:Shadow.
His powers are a closely kept secret as The Spectator believes it is his role to listen, not to speak. He is able to translocate himself to another location via a process not unsimilar to teleportation though how it works is roughly unknown given how it can only happens when not directly observed. The parameters of his movement are that he is able to move to any location he is aware of or remembers instantly and he remains suspended in place, unable to fall. In addition The Spectator can remotely view areas from afar however it is limited to locations he can see or have already seen.
Finally, the last of his magical abilities currently is his ability to instantly fabricate shadow copies of real objects. These copies are limited in that they must only weigh up to a single pound and are always only ten percent as durable as the item they are based upon. Upon breaking even a part of it the entire copy vanishes into smoke.
Appearance:The Spectator appears as little more than a man in a fine suit with a red tie and a cardboard box on his head. What is beneath the box is a mystery as the interior of the box is so pitch black that not even creatures supernaturally gifted with special sight can peer at the box's contents.
He is typically silent and prefers to interfere in events as little as possible. He'll intervene if Weston's life is seriously at risk or if forced but otherwise prefers to simply watch. His words are often cryptic and he in no sense a conversationalist. He will protect himself if attacked but there is no sense of hatred towards anyone or anything just as he doesn't seem to like anyone or anything. There is little to no perceivable emotion to anything he says or does. He just spectates, watching from afar unless absolutely needed.
Likes: Spectating.
Dislikes:
- Having to interfere.
- Being kept from spectating.
Flaws: He is very unhelpful in most situations given his disposition towards inaction.
Talents:
- Keeping secrets.
- Spying.
Fears: None.
Bio:The Spectator has watched over Weston since his birth. Only having introduced himself to Weston when he was eleven he has remained apart maintaining his silent vigil while Weston continued on, adjusting the young man's path only when necessary.