Description

Tall man of 6'2" he has long supple limbs, and is so thin you'd think he's anorexic. His eyes are heavy with bags which have been collected from years of sleepless nights full of worry. He has jet-black hair peppered with Grey bits here and there. Not having had a decent cut it's starting to cover his eyes not that it bothers him since he's blind. Miraculously Egan has managed to keep a full set of teeth, but his skin has seen better days, it's rough calloused and full of scars. He usually wears a long sleeved shirt, heavy denim working pants, boots and a long jacket that billows behind him in the wind.

Personality

Life has been rough on him, for this reason he tries to stay in high spirits he's learned not to gripe about the little things, being alive is a gift in of itself. Egan is usually always eager to help and man or creature in distress. He's highly intelligent as you would expect a self taught mage to be. However the man is not all sunshine and flowers, he's got a fierce violent temper that show most prominently when he sees an injustice being committed, doesn't matter whether he's the underdog or not. This impulsive attitude has gotten him and those around him in trouble all to often and he has committed some terrible and irreversible errors because of it. He also has a deep hatred of the royal family of Lithe, the nobility, and the Roses. He calls them weeds because he feels they are parasites that prey off of the blood and sweat of the poor. You might be able to understand his feelings but these sentiments have gone to an extreme level, if he were to see one of their children even an infant it's not outside of the realm of possibility that he would kill him/her, when ordinarily Egan rather not hurt a fly!

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Equipment

He has a simple black kite he uses to channel wind magic preferring it over a staff or a rod, he also has a walking stick he uses to cross unfamiliar terrain, a dagger for emergencies, and an assortment of survival supplies that he keeps in a bag. Lastly although not really equipment is his good friend Onyx. She's a black owl who eyes he's learned to see through with magic. During a moonless night she can just melt in the darkness within Lithe, being a bird of prey and a creature of the night as well, she and Egan have every advantage in those moments.

History

Born to a poor floceed farmer and having 4 other brothers Egan lived his early childhood in great poverty. His father had to work 16 hour days just to make a tiny wage that would barely feed his family. In fact Egan is blind only because he suffered from malnutrition when he was very young. His parents had to abandon him in hopes a middle class couple might take pity on him. Egan was very lucky, a fabric merchant's wife found the boy to be absolutely charming and adorable, so he was adopted. With his new family he wanted for nothing, he had 3 square meals, a warm bed, and a sister his age to play with. He was able to go to school were he learned to read and write. It was also at school that he learned he had quite the aptitude for magic. A few years later he was accepted into Lithe's magic academy. As costly as it was his parents were thrilled to have a child with the sort of talent needed to be attend. However it was also the year where the king decided to "fleece" the middle class, the taxes were raised in such a way that Egan's father could not compete and he went bankrupt. His adoptive family found themselves in the same poverty as his previous which he barely remembered by now. Egan helped his father at whatever odd job he could find, and had to quit school. His sister blossomed into a beautiful young woman, she started to doing "favors" for the nobles at their parties in order to help he family make ends meat, one day she disappeared and he never heard from her. He became increasingly bitter, but never wasted an opportunity to read a magic or any other kind of book for that matter. He studied various crafts but also philosophy and history, the more he learned the more furious he became with the unfairness of life. He started to speak out and gather crowds, eventually these crowds became rebel armies. They would attack the king's forces and then run into the lower levels of the city, scattering and becoming impossible to pin point. Until the King decided to start killing people at random to try to coax the rebels out. Many ran away others died, and Egan with a broken heart, for all the lives his antics cost, retreated into the forest with the ambition to self teach and master magic. He wasn't heard from again until now...It seems he's not given up on his dream to bring equality for the people of Lithe.

NOTE: He's been able to read books through out his life because he's had to chance to acquire some in braille, and also because he though a magic technique by an old magic master (wizard) that took pity on the young talented you because of his disability. that enables him to see through the eyes of another being. It's easier to do when the vessel possessing the eyes is willing as in the case of Onyx, but a someone's who's mastered it could do it to an unsuspecting person, or an unwilling vessel which is harder still. Egan mastered it since he had to use it so frequently.

So begins...

Egan Fez a.ka. "The Weed Whacker"'s Story

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#2010-09-16 11:47:22, as written by Senior Citizen

Egan Fez a.ka. "The Weed Whacker" His heart pounded hard against his chest and his legs grew weak for a moment, as he was hit with a burst of panic. He always hated these few seconds, when wrapped in a gust of furious wind, he could not hear a thing outside his cyclone, he felt blind. What an irony it was for Egan that he should excel in air above all elements. He steadied his breath and opened his mind, and now he saw the library, a small toy building that got larger and larger. Onyx flew by him masterfully measuring the distance that would keep her safe from spiraling into the vortex, he saw the raging water spout in of his production, and then the wooden double doors of the entrance. He made haste to get as much against the wall as he could, he lifted his hand up and his kite which had been whirling around in the tornado, it dropped into the storm's center, and he caught it with ease. The gusts slowed down until it was a spinning breeze, the water swirled strangely in a circle of wind, that would be moving to slow to keep it in the air if it weren't being suspended by some mystic force.

With one hand on the head of the kite, and the other on the string he threw it up in the air, as if he were in a park on a nice windy day and intended to fly it. A gust of wind that originated by the now tame cyclone yanked it upwards, it went about the property blowing out all torches. Satisfied with the darkness Onyx saw, Egan withdrew a small empty leather bag from his coat, as soon as it was opened the whirl wind in front of him began to swish into it's opened mouth water and all. Egan held tightly to the bag and the kite's string, he resisted the force of the wind. Closing the bag loosely he then began wrapping the kite's sting round his arm. Onyx perched herself on his shoulder, he had held the opening of the back in front of him, as if it were the end of a cross bow. He was about to utter an incantation when, he thought of something...Only a moron busts into a closed door, before checking whether or

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#2010-09-16 11:50:32, as written by Senior Citizen

Egan Fez a.ka. "The Weed Whacker" not it's locked. He opened a slit without a problem. He felt anxious now could this be a trap, could the roses possibly know he were coming? Was it possible that the library was now open 24 hours a day? It was to late to turn back now, Egan opened the doors in full, and let out some of the wind from his bag, he directed it at all but one torch. Owls couldn't see in the complete darkness four walls with no light source would bring, but they could see just fine inside a warehouse with a mere candle to light their path. He ran and she took flight, and then he saw it from the edge of her eye as she passed him, was that a boy? He Egan crashed into something soft and alive, and they both hit the ground with a thud. Startled Egan lost his concentration, and he was blind once again. He heard a gasp and a whimper, and felt a form struggling underneath him, he quickly got to his feet and focused his mind and summoned back his torch blowing breeze. Onxy was on top of a bookshelf behind the stranger, he could see the back of the boy's head more importantly his clothes he bared the garb of someone who worked for the royal archives, as far as he could tell. Egan instantly disliked him anyone who worked for anything to do with royalty that didn't involved a mop, bucket, or cooking pots must be a blood sucking noble. He saw his own shocked face, he molded it into a threatening scowl just in case it were possible for the boy to see it in the dim light. "Don't move" he said as sternly as he could muster, but his voice was rather hoarse as he was nervous at the way the situation was spinning out of control. He motioned for Onyx to begin flying, she swooped and zagged in and out of the corridors of books, Egan reading the labels, with any luck he could be out of here with what he wanted, without having to hurt the little leech. He hoped to leave the boy unscathed more then he would actually admit to himself.

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