Name: Wyatt Toren

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Homeland: Wales, England
Appearance: Wyatt stands at a tall 6’3. He has an average frame for a male, and boasts no physical superiorities besides his height. He is actually slightly skinnier than most males of his size, but his broad shoulders fill him out allowing him to seem more toned than he really is. He has dark hair that has a tendency to look like a shade of purple when cast in the right light or gray when cast in darkness. His eyes look older than his years and are set wide underneath bushy eyebrows . His eyes are slightly sunken in and the creases reach his laugh lines from too many years of laughing. Even though his age is 28 he looks to be in his early thirties.

Personality: Wyatt falls on one end of the spectrum for almost everybody: you either love him or hate him. The young priest does not know when to be quiet and respects almost no boundaries. He has an uncanny ability to hit the nail on the head, so-to-speak, in almost every conversation. There is never the proverbial elephant in the room. Wyatt takes almost nothing seriously, and when he does, he still laughs and jokes about it even when he is scheming in his own head. Some people like Rasputin believe that he just decides to play the fool, others find him insufferably annoying and dimwitted.

Talents/Skills: At a young age Wyatt was exposed to a great deal of malice and as such his body now has the ability to seek out and sense malice even from great distances. He also is almost unaffected by even the highest concentration of malice allowing him to research malice and its uses extensively. Wyatt is not particularly skilled in the arcane arts or incantation but he is uncanny at the manipulation and use of malice as a power source for the summoning and controlling of demons and other beings. For example, Wyatt is unable to successfully cast a powerful fire ball spell, however using malice he can summon a fire demon to manipulate remotely. The higher the concentration of malice in an area the more powerful of a creature Wyatt can summon.

Weaknesses/Vices: Wyatt is ill suited for physical combat and knows only a handful of self defense techniques the he can execute poorly at best. Because of his height he is also clumsy at times. Normal magic can be difficult for Wyatt because of his lack of caring in Taoist, arcane, or holy practices. Wyatt is a priest in title and initiation only. He has no access to any exorcismal abilities or holy arts. Areas where there is little malice for Wyatt to tap into can leave him in a weakened state, as he would be unable to summon powerful creatures.

Likes/Dislikes: Wyatt enjoys surrounding himself with people that he can constantly make fun of or have a good time at their expense. Wyatt loves to research malice and go on adventures searching for its roots. Wyatt hates people who take life too seriously and will go out of his way to be a nuisance to them. Wyatt has no affinity in either direction for inflicting pain, he neither seeks to do it nor does he avoid it. Whatever happens, happens.

Equipment: Wyatt carries a battered book as an apparent Bible however it is actually a book that has a partially translated text of the Émigré Manuscript for use when summoning exceptionally powerful demons. For long travels Wyatt also carries a satchel with some rations for traveling, some vials with Pure, Thera, and Mana Extract, and some ingredients for quick alchemical needs.

Background Story: Wyatt Toren is the only son of Maurice and Lillian Toren. Wyatt’s mother was a spiritual medium for a small village on the coast of Wales. From a young age, Wyatt knew that his parents did not have a very happy relationship. His father would spend days away from his wife and son while Wyatt would spend his time with his mother. He would be with her when she would perform readings for the townspeople and small magical needs for them.
One day Wyatt’s father came home to his mother performing a healing spell on a local woman, and he was very drunk. His mother was supremely embarrassed by her slob of a husband and sent the woman away. Wyatt watched them argue. Wyatt watched his father strike his mother. And Wyatt watched his mother carve out his father’s heart. With a shaky hand and a small book, his mother began incantations, the purest form of anger, sadness, despair, fear, and hatred began to swirl, and with that, he watched his father transform into a demon.

The demon rampaged across his town, and everyone was murdered. There was not a soul left in his small village save his family’s. The three of them were huddled in the town square when Maurice turned to his former wife and son, and decapitated his wife in one fell swoop. Wyatt didn’t know what to do, except stare at his former father, and wait for his own demise. His father, as drunk as he has ever been on the blood of his victims, ran directly into a billowing fire. The last thing heard was the loud wild cackling of his father’s laughter as he burned to his own death.

After that day, something snapped in Wyatt, and from then on he was obsessed with becoming better than his mother with malice, better than his father at being an obnoxious human being. Wyatt joined the priesthood to have access to ancient texts and information that would not be readily available to the public. He spent days at a time conduction research experiments and steeping himself further and further in malice. He would travel the globe under the guise of being a traveling priest for the occasional repenting pilgrim while all the time he was searching for the sources of large concentrations of malice.

In his travels Wyatt found himself in Russia, in search of a sudden spike of malice in Moscow. It was there he met Rasputin and Nicolai, members of the secret order Sapientes Gladio. Rasputin had his own sorceress Veronica assess the power of Wyatt, and Rasputin thought his talents would be an invaluable addition to the core members of Sapientes Gladio. Wyatt joined them, but not for their ideals, he planned to only stay with them for as long as was needed to find this powerful malice they talked about. And the less time he had to spend around Maria the better…