Name: Demetrius Alberich (Demi for short.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Element: Earth
Personality:
Demetrius is a soft-spoken and gentle figure; he is most likely the least influential person within the group. He is a quiet child who doesn’t often place himself within a large crowd; he’s easygoing in a way where if you talk to him, he will reply and listen. It’s more one-on-one when it comes to him. Otherwise, he has the knack of blending into the background. The boy is usually out-spoken but it doesn’t bother him, he is aware that he isn’t the smartest within the team. He has the unique ability to easily fit in and adjust to new surroundings – without complaining.
Despite his reserved attitude, Demetrius is undeniably reliable and loyal. He hides no mysterious agendas and genuinely trusts those around him. His presence is oddly relaxing; Demetrius is exceptionally optimistic and always looks on the bright side of things – he is often seen with a gentle smile planted on his lips and his eyes crinkled with warmth. The boy has an incredibly short temper - it’s a rarity to ever see him angry or irritated. Demetrius can be helpful if asked upon and is always readily prepared for those who may need his guidance.
However, Demetrius can be extremely naive at times. He’s not as dumb to believe in the enemy, it’s just issues within their own circle that baffles him. It would not be a wise decision to place the boy on the frontline, as his magic is more orientated around defence. Demetrius may be light on his feet but his magical ability is slow and bulky. He mainly uses them as barriers because of the sheer weight and density. However, he can also do several offensive manoeuvres such as moulding giant wrecking balls made of rock and earth, or summoning massive spikes from the ground.
History:
Demetrius was taught vigorously about magic throughout his youth. As a very small child, he had already begun to develop his newfound abilities. Although, because he was so young he would often fail to control his powers; he knew no knowledge of how to. The Humsmee Royalty grew terrified for the child; they also knew nothing about magic – only that their Ancestors, many moons ago, had similar abilities. Once Demetrius could read and write fluently, the King searched for a wizard, hoping he was prepared to teach his son. It was not hard to find one as they were scattered throughout the city. Besides, a few of their renowned statues were rumoured to have been sculptured using earthly magic. After a short discussion, the sorcerer agreed and travelled to the Castle alongside the king. This was all to be kept under hush-hush, the Nobles were fully aware of the zero-tolerance of magic within the kingdom. Fortunately, the citizens of Humsmee were good folk. They remained loyal to their King and did not utter a single word on the matter.
Demetrius was taught how to control his magic for several years, he was an avid learner and his skills quickly developed to the point where he could summon anything with a practised ease. The boy grew strong and healthy. His teacher was called Theodore; he was a wise elder who still maintained a boisterous attitude and a sense of humour throughout the years. Demetrius grew close to the sorcerer; it came to a point where he spent more time with him rather than his father. He enjoyed the time he spent with the old man; it was often filled with laughter. They had nurtured a bond that was as sturdy as a rock. The Humsmee community continued to have no problems with the boy’s teaching, in fact, they seemed to love him more because of it. Many still practised magic and it was a similarity they could share with another. Demetrius would use his spare time to journey into the darkest areas of the city and talk with the magicians who hid there.
One day, the King was sent a letter from the King of Algrovv. After reading it thoroughly he handed it to Demetrius. The delicate scrawl upon the parchment explained that the King had caught wind of his magic which piqued his interests. He wishes for Demetrius to travel to Algrovv where he can talk to him personally.
Appearance:
Demetrius stands at a towering 6”1 and weighs 173 lbs. He often wears baggy clothing that hides his figure; he is often mistaken as rather skinny. However, underneath the cloth, it hides a lean yet hard frame. Each individual limb is toned and buffed; both his biceps and calves have the potential to pack a dangerous amount of power. His abs are heavily accented, a six pack clearly identifiable. His shoulders are broad, his back is wide. However, he often wears large, oversized clothing befitting of a sorcerer and hardly exposes this flesh. Demetrius wears a large long-sleeved silken shirt with a stiff collar, extremely baggy trousers that then tighten around the ankles, leather sandals and then a large beige cloak that gathers on the floor. Each piece of clothing is some shade of brown, staying true to his origins. (Something like this, except slimmer.)
Moving upwards, Demetrius has a delicately shaped face. his eyes are an intense colour of emerald, speckled with gold, and are often filled with tentative swirls of fondness and delight. His mouth is usually seen twisted into a satisfied grin. The colour of the boy’s wavy hair can be compared to mahogany wood or hazelnut. Its many layers are ruffled, a few locks curl upwards – projecting this sense of freshness. Demetrius has a rather olive tan due to being constantly outside, whether it be from training or exploring.