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Sinclair Zhao

Magic is not always used for good or evil. Sometimes it is just... used.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Zenia

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Name: Sinclair Zhao “Sin” for short
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Race: Red Court infected
Power: Magic, he is after all a wizard. Mainly dark magic, though he good at fire and spirit. As well as the abilities he gained when he became infected which is Supernatural Speed, Strength, and endurance, but this comes at a price. A lust for blood, which is where the tattoo comes in. Also Soul Gaze and the Sight. Hexs Tech when near it. The higher the tech the more likely it will just... stop.
Equipment: Rapier, staff (Foci), a jade bracelet (A foci), a small gun, A necklace with a black opal on it hanging from the leather string (Foci), an earring (Foci) and a St. Giles Tattoo
Personality: He is a cold man, but that does not mean he will not help others. He tries to remain distant from people if he can. Sometimes his old self will come back and he will be a kind happy man.
Past: Not much is known about him, like where he came from or even what time he came from. He is a half Chinese half American boy of nineteen. His father, like he, had magic and soon was training his son in it, while his mother who was Irish American trained him in the art of sword fighting. But then his parents were killed, he was soon adopted by a man who surprisingly also knew magic, but not the kind his father taught him, no this one was the dark stuff. He soon grew cold and almost emotionless. His new master ordered him to kill a warden before he was killed by the warden, Sinclair broke into their mind and stole a spell one of their past warlock victims had tried to use. A spell to go through time, Sin didn’t waste any time when he noticed the warden was stunned. He quickly fled and gathered his supplies as he cast the spell. Unfortunately for him where he ended up was in a chamber of Red court Victims who were about to be turned. He had used all his magic with that time spell and soon was infected himself. Before he killed anyone though some of the St. Giles fellowship rescued him and marked him with the tattoos that circle all over his body, though they are invisible until he reaches a state of high emotion. Now he wanders from place to place trying not to be caught by any of the White Council.
Spells: He speaks Irish when he cast his spells, his most used are
Tine: His fire spell, his fire is a light jade green
dar liom: the spell he uses to invade someones mind. Of course he only whispers it.
tréimhse ama: His spell he uses to go into time, though this is very taxing on him and sometimes he cannot predict when or where he will end up.
Áirithiú: his shield spell, it can protect him from magic and material, but it can break if it is put under to much pressure.
Laws they broke: Thou shalt not invade the mind of others, (Twice) Thou shalt not swim against the currents of time. (four times)

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Sinclair “Sin” Zhao looked around this new city his hood covering his face as someone lightly bumped into him. They offered him a slight apology, but he continued walking forward, ignoring them almost. One hand in the pocket of his head as the other held the long lacrosse bag firmly so that it didn’t not slip off of his shoulders. He kept on glancing around as if he was on the lookout for something… or someone ore likely. “No sign of them yet…but they could appear later…” he thought to himself as he shifted his bag as he bent over and quickly tied his shoe laces. “And none of…those…” he muttered as anger flared in him, his eyes turned red briefly as intricate tattoos appeared on his face. He quickly shoved the anger away making the tattoos vanish and his eyes turned back to normal. He stood back up and slung the bag back over his shoulder. His dirty blond hair rustling in the slight breeze as he looked at the sky, “Let’s see… so far no sign of the white council, which he found a relief… but also made him a bit paranoid, he had to be careful. He looked around at the buildings around him, he had no clue where he was... more importantly he didn’t rightly know what time period it was. He continued walking down the streets with no real goal in mind.

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Sin looked around as he tried to find something that had a date, surprisingly hard it seemed. He frowned as he shook his head, “well I am either slightly in the future or slightly in the past… maybe a few years either way…” he thought to himself. He couldn’t call his parents, magic and technology did not mix and he was no exception… He shifted his bag to his other shoulder and rolled the other one to help the pain go away. He continued on forward as he bumped into a man in front of him. “Sorry.” He uttered as he turned into an alleyway.

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Sinclair looked behind him as he saw he was being followed, he blinked as she saw something glimmer in the shadows of the alleyway. "what the..." he started to think to himself when the answer became quite clear. He kept his fear in check as he quickened his pace, "Magic... has to be..." he thought to himself as he cursed under his breath. He did not want to expose himself just yet. He threw another glance behind him as he lightly shook his jade bracelet from beneath the sleeve of his hoodie.

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Sin frowned as he saw the man was still following him. “Great…” he muttered as he slid his bag lower and unzipped it slightly just in case he needed to reach in there and grab his staff or rapier. He turned to the right and ran into a dead end as he sighed and got ready for a fight against this man. He put down his bag and reached inside as he brought out his staff, a slim long polished piece of wood as tall as he was, on it were runes snaking all the way around it. “…Come on then… if this man wants a fight, who am I to deny him that?” he growled out softly as he started gathering energy.

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A young man finally reached the bar, he had managed to escape the other... though he was not sure for how long. He panted slightly for breath as he shifted the long slim lacrosse bag on his shoulder, it was oddly slightly unzipped, he liked it that way... just in case he needed to reach inside and take whatever was in there out. He kept the hood on his sweater up though dirty blond hair was peeking out of it. He looked around at this places patrons, many odd... but he didn't dare open his Sight now... or try to Soulgazing them... he wasn't that dumb. He threw a cautious glance behind him… as if expecting someone to burst in… mainly White Council and their damn Wardens. He had escaped from them once by slipping through the currents of time… but in doing so he became infected by red courts. He’d be lying if he said the Wardens didn’t make him afraid… which is what he was feeling now.

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Sinclair walked to the bar and frowned as he saw the menu was electronic, "Of course.... with my luck I will accidently make it fizzle... calm down Sin..." he thought to himself as he managed to place an order for a cold can of coke before it sparked and smoked. He sighed and pushed the broken menu away. "I hate technology..." he thought to himself as he looked at the orb of black opal on a simple leather string he wore on his neck. He was soon handed the drink by a robot that seemed to spark a bit before leaving. "...I really hate technology..." he muttered as he popped open the can and took a huge swig of it. He came from a place where magic and technology didn't get along... magic tended to make it go on the fritz especially if the one that had magic had strong emotions at the moment, much like he did right now.

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When Sinclair was finally done with his coke he glanced around the bar, "no one here I recognize... then again, it is not like I know every wizard... besides most look normal..." he thought to himself with a sigh as he took of his bag and rubbed his shoulder. He saw someone reading an old book and quirked an eyebrow at that, "what is he reading?" he thought to himself actually curious this time, not faking it like he did when he wanted people to think he was a 'normal' boy, one of the few things his old dead master taught him.

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Sin shook a bracelet out as he heard coughing, and for a moment the lights flickered, he sighed and shook his head, he was way to on edge and he knew that. "For Christ Sake! One run in with a council wizard and I jumping at an old man cough!" he thought to himself as he and glanced at the book reader. He grabbed a new menu and ordered another coke calming down, this time nothing on the menu shorted... the robot still sparked though. he took his coke and opened it wondering if she act 'normal' and talk to the book reader or to sit at the counter and think. Both had their pros and cons though.

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Sinclair blink and offered a slight smile, "Sinclair, Sin for short." he told him never looking him directly in the eye, bad idea all around for well... both of them. Instead he just looked in the general direction. "well that solved that out..." he thought to himself coolly as he offered Noah his hand to shake. "Sorry didn't mean to stare, just curious at the book you were reading, looked old." he remarked calmly.

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Sinclair blinked as he felt something different about him... but no... he pushed whatever stray notion to the back of his head and nodded, "Guess it is yours now then... considering that most people wouldn't risk damaging an old book like that if it belonged to the library, in fact I don't think the library would let the book leave the premises." he remarked casually. "Sorry, I am a book worm..." he added with a faint chuckle.

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Sinclaire shrugged, "Don't worry I am not saying hat at all.." he heard someone call out if anyone wanted a drink and he raised his hand slightly, technically he wasn't twenty one, but hey it wasn't like she mentioned alcohol. He quirked an eyebrow at the guys ears. "Fae? No... too non riddley to be a fae.. plus he didn't try to suck me into a deal." he thought to himself, "Did you come from a fantasy con?" he asked him curiously.

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Sinclair was about to speak when he heard the other woman, "note to self... DO NOT USE MIND SPELL ON HER" he thought to himself "Well... Shit..." he muttered as he saw the thing lunge at the woman and gathered his magic, just in case... he looked at Noah, "Ya know where you dress up as fantasy creatures and talk about fantasy books..." he told him before grinning at the woman, "Small cup of Coke and Rum." he told her with a grin. He knew his limits and also knew that wouldn't affect him in the least, last thing he wanted or needed was to get drunk. He gently unzipped his bag a bit more revealing that there was something in it, though what it was still to dark to see.

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Sinclair smiled, as he took the drink. "Thanks Miss." he thanked her her as he took a sip of it with a satisfied grin, "Very good..." he remarked to her honestly again avoiding direct eye contact. He turned to Noah, "Just a lacrosse stick, can be a very good weapon..." he lied and quite skillfully so, he was a natural at that. What really was in the bag was his staff, a rapier, and a gun in a compartment in the bottom. For him they were tools of survival, wardens may be strong... but few could survive a bullet... if the bullet was lucky enough to hit a warden unshielded, plus the gun was also for protection against regular folk.

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Sinclair smiled at Kim, hoping he looked friendly, "Sinclair, Sin for short." he told her as he drank the rest of the Coke and Rum. He watched in amazement as the old man threw a table. "...Old man is strong for his age... must been drinking his milk..." he muttered as he saw the table explode from something. He saw the old man on the ground and frowned, "Hey Noah right? Think we should help the man off the ground?" he asked him as he stood up from his bar stool. "maybe wise too... but may also be dumb too..." he thought to himself as he reached into his bag and stuffed something in the hoodie pocket.

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Sin smiled at Kim, "Nice to meet you to Kim... you may wanna hide behind the bar counter." he advised her as he started to walk to the fallen old man. Keeping an eye out for anything... hurtful or deadly on his way. He shook out again his pale green jade bracelet and pulled out his necklace a faint grin on his face though he kept that under control. He kinda liked the excitement of fights, though he was now trying avoid them... too many fights and he'd attract the Wardens.

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Sinclaire reached the old man, "Hey? Need help up?" he asked him calmly. He saw the... thing, no way was it human, after a hit like that and living? "not red court or black court either... still daylight so black courts would turn to ash, red court would now be the bat thingy..." he thought to himself as he ran through all the creatures he knew and came up empty. He kept his hand in his pocket as his heart started to beat faster, a mixture of fear, battle lust, and anxiety, he glanced at his hand and saw the markings of his St. Giles tattoo start to appear. "[/i]...don't lose yourself in the battle lust, else you will become...[/i]" he didn't finish that thought as he turned his attention back to the old man.

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Sinclair got a good look at the guy, his eyes widened in complete and utter shock. "Necromancy golem?" he thought, but no this guy had a will. No golem had will. "Ghoul." he thought to himself, it seemed to stick.. but hey he could be wrong. He took a side step along the man to pass him. He did not want to mess with this guy. He went to Noah side, "Old man can handle himself." he told him as he kept one hand in his pocket. "thing took a giant splinter to the brain... so gun probably won't be useful... could be a very good distraction while I gather more magic." he thought to himself as he started to fill himself with the magic using his emotions to fuel it. "Keep an eye on him." he told him as he ran back to his bag and carried it back nodding at Kim as he did so, "Don't worry. Hopefully this will be over soon." he told her as he got to Noahs' side and reached into his bag, he pulled out a staff of black wood with carvings on it.

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Sinclair saw the incoming and took off his necklace as he wrapped it around his hand as he shouted, "Áirithiú!" it was an Irish word that meant shield, or something to that effect. He raised the shield just in time as the thing hit it sending out festering green and black sparks. The Shield around him was a half dome that was placed in front of him. He saw the thing start eating away at his shield and raised his staff up. "Tine!" he shouted dropping his shield as a jade green fire shot from it like a small lance and hit the thing. He had no clue if that would even work on it, he had acted out of instinct. His hood feel off revealing his face. His face was normal enough except for the almost glowing red tattoo on his face, almost tribal in design, his also now to have some red spiraled into it. All he did though after that was grin almost evilly.

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Sinclair lowered his shield and walked to Elliot, "Hey. I could try burning it off... though it probably hurt you." he told her as he took a deep breath as his tattoos faded from him. The enemy had fled, he saw no reason to try to fall out, that would only fuel the part he did not want fueled. He leaned slightly on his staff, slightly drained from the battle, but not by much. "need to work on my endurance and stamina... also discipline..." he thought to himself, he was glad no one was hurt... well severely hurt anyway.