INTRODUCTION
[General Information]
Name: Callion Lightson
Nickname(s):Lighter, Cali
Gender:Male
Age: 31
Race: Human
Origin: Reynholt, Vesia
Occupation: Nomad Wizard.
APPEARANCE
Hair: Bright blonde
Eyes: Green
Complexion:Fair
Height: 6ā0
Build: Skinny
Weight: 150 lbs
Body Markings: While his face, hands and feet are free from most markings, the rest of his body is covered in tattoos that range from inconsequential to large ritual engrams that signify magical heritage or act as a font of power. Underneath these, if one can look closely, are scars numbering into the double digits from self inflicted wounds in the name of research.
[DESCRIPTION]
Callion is a rather unimpressive specimen when compared to others of his race. While he does have height, weighing in at only 150lbs doesnāt allow him to fill out clothes or provide anything of a intimidating stature. His bright blonde short hair, mixed with his nearly untouched face, fair complexion, seemingly innocent green eyes and demeanor give off a very clear image of someone whoās better suited to cower behind other, stronger people. The only thing going for him is the fact that he looks younger than he actually does, coming across as someone in his early 20ās, a fact that he continually pulls upon as a boon for when heās 50 or 60.
Typically Callion wears robes to cover his rather unimpressive physique, loose but never seeming to hinder his movement. Colorful, almost as if the intent was to draw attention to himself. Heāll wear just about anything that happens to come along though, with the exception of actual armor because he finds it ābulky and unwieldyā. He believes it restricts his movement and hinders his ability to cast spells, which is partially true, but ultimately itās because heās lazy and canāt stand to heft that kind of weight around forever. Rings will often adorn his hands, as well as earrings, hats, glasses and necklaces. At heart, he may be a bit more feminine than he would like to admit, but much like a peacock he canāt help but flaunt when he has something nice to show off.
Underneath the clothing is where the true vision of Callion. His skin is covered in tattoos to the point of no actual skin being visible (save for his extremities such as his hands and feet). While he would have you believe that itās one conjoined image, itās easy to tell that several dozen tattoos simply overlapped and now come together to form a somewhat incoherent mess. Yet he seems to not be phased by this, picking out individual tattoos with little effort. On top of this, if one can get past all the ink that covers his body, youāll start to see the massive amount of scar tissue covering him as well. Self inflicted wounds that he will have you believe were done in the name of research, very few seem to be from an external hand.
Ultimately, Callion is neither imposing nor intimidating. He can sometimes be seen as a child despite being well past that stage and his flaunting can come across as immature. Underneath is someone who is either extremely damaged or extremely devoted, and heāll leave that little bit of indecision to the person asking the question to answer.
Callion is a bit of an oddity even from an objective point of view. He has a very strange outlook on life with a drive that seems to come from nowhere and a knowledge base that borders on the insane.
At his core, Callion could be described as an overaggressive scholar and mage. Heās not necessarily a fighter, but for some reason has a huge issue with pride. When heās challenged in nearly any fashion, he goes out of his way and well beyond his own abilities in order to prove that person wrong. He has acquired knowledge from all over the world, most of it magical in nature and has studied it relentlessly to the point that he uses this god like force to solve nearly all of his problems. Heās the kind of person who approaches a locked door with a thunderclap or fireball. Common sense is present, but is often overridden by his natural curiosity and desire to ātry new thingsā. He may not rely on the tried and true methods if he thinks something else might work and he wants to see what happens.
Callion isnāt exactly the caring type, or at the very least he doesnāt come across as kind or generous. He comes across...not cold but very apathetic. He understands the suffering and pain of others, and doesnāt mean to cause such things to people but when they are happening around him heās more interested in actually documenting the symptoms and causes as opposed to helping those in need. He can be easily persuaded to deal with the situation properly though, and considering he was a Priest of Light for a time, itās not hard for him to switch to a different mindset once prodded.
The biggest word that comes to peopleās mouths when talking about Callion is: Eccentric. Callion is always coming up with experiments or looking for ways to expand his magical knowledge base, and a lot of these situations come forth as the excited chatterings of a crazed wizard. Despite his relatively young age, Callionās innate intelligence would place him as someone double, maybe even triple his life length. Even if he doesnāt have the wisdom or common sense to apply some of that knowledge to everyday occurrences, he can easily provide the information of an encyclopedia to those that ask.
Due to his upbringing, Callion suffers from some mental disorders, the most prevalent being narcolepsy which has led to more than a few entertaining scenarios of him passing out in the middle of a lecture, or while walking down stairs. He puts up a strong front of not letting it bother him, but deep down it scares and infuriates him. There is also the thought that his hurt pride being a trigger is also part of his childhood, but that has always been there. Callion will often play off anything regarding his past as something that doesnāt need to be discussed and immediately switch topics, but a little bit of him is reserved just for dealing with those particular memories.
Callion has never had any friends, or at the very least, no one that he felt he could trust completely or tell anything. As such, heās very guarded about what he does or doesnāt know, only letting things slip when he gets into a crazed experimental phase. People tend to let him down, and while he laughs, smiles and jokes about all these things, heās hurting deep down from the loneliness that he feels constantly, even when heās in a crowd. The more he acts like he doesnāt care, the more he digs the knife in.
[FEARS]
- Failure: While this may seem like a āweakā fear for most, Callion has a nearly obsessive compulsive need to succeed no matter the challenge. He thrives on his ability to push through, and should he come to a point where he canāt solve the problem, he will push past his own bodily limitations even if it means hurting himself (although he's never gone as far as hurting others in his pursuits). It's like he's conditioned himself to absolutely need a 'win' regardless of what the prize is, and will do nearly anything and everything to achieve that. Should he fail, well to put it bluntly, he won't stop trying. So to him, there is no failure, only another chance.
- Never Waking Up: Callion suffers from a form of narcolepsy, and while he has attempted to correct this in many different ways, some he would never ever suggest to others, it seems like the condition is with him to stay. With it comes the fear that heāll pass out at the wrong moment and never wake up again.
- Having his tattoos removed: While it's understandable that having any of these magical glyphs altered or completely deleted from him would be upsetting, there is the implication that a couple of these pieces of art are directly tied to his own life force and having them forcefully removed could result in...permanent consequences.
[QUIRKS]
- Narcolepsy: Standard fare, Callion has issues regulating his sleep cycles and as such will randomly get tired or even completely pass out while also having times of extreme alertness during hours that should be reserved for sleep.
- Eccentric: This should come as no surprise, but Callion is quite eccentric, believing himself not necessarily infallible, but capable of overcoming any challenge. This will often lead to outrageous schemes and plans to achieve a goal no one knew he was striving towards.
- Makes Up Words: Thereās...no real one word to classify this. At times that seem to be random and completely up to the whim of Callion, heāll make up a word to replace another simply because he can. When people act confused or call him out on it, his answer is the same. āWords were once made up sounds that people associated things to, what Iām doing is no different...Shagaloo.ā
[LIKES]
- Elements: Callionās magic is powerful, and he has such a broad range of abilities and spells that seeing an element of any kind is enough to make Callion light up with glee at the potential playground of magical energy.
- Obstacles: Yet more challenges for Callion to overcome.
- Music: While Callion has all the musical ability of a deaf boar, he understands the fundamentals better than some famed artists and enjoys all manner of tunes.
[DISLIKES]
- Rules: Rules were meant to be broken.
- Being told āDonātā or āYou Canātā: Callion strives on challenge and rebellion. Telling Callion that he Canāt do something is basically begging him to do it anyways.
- Priests: Despite being one himself not too long ago, Callion had a hard time adjusting to their way of doing things because of the rigid structure of their hierarchy. While he appreciates the work they do in healing others, he canāt bring himself to actually like them.
ABILITIES
[Skills] If weāre talking from a purely physical point of view, Callionās skills are not only laughable, theyāre pitiful. He barely has the strength to heave a sword, let alone a shield. His reaction time in the midst of a duel are average at best and horrible at worst. His frame is too light and skinny to support any decent kind of armor aside from the most basic of leathers, and even then you wouldnāt catch him dead in it because of his own personal belief that armor cramps his magic ability. Ultimately, if you ever have to rely on Callion to fight a sword battle, youāre better off sending in a legitimate child.
[Spells/Magic Affinity] If Callion could be called a mewling babe in hand to hand combat, here you could call him a Legend. Callionās magical affinity and ability to pull upon a vast reservoir of not only mana but known spells is unprecedented. Spells, incantations, totems and rituals come easy to Callion to the point where he was quickly bored with all of the āstandardā stuff such as elemental and force driven abilities. He joined the Priests of Light in Vesia partly because someone told him he would never make it as one, and the other to learn about the Light magic they have in their ranks. When he had had enough of that, he quickly delved into the more amoral magic in order to quench his never ending thirst for something new, something better, something powerful. Heās dabbled in necromancy, dark magic, and even the temptation of the blood. His skill set is so varied that itās often extremely hard to figure out what kind of spell heāll use next. Ultimately, Callion is so skilled in this aspect that the physical section of combat ceases to apply, he would be near unstoppable if not forā¦
[Weaknesses]
- Narcolepsy: Something that Callion canāt control. It can and will hit him out of nowhere and stop his rampage dead cold. He can stave it off to some degree when he feels the sleep start to take him, but only for a time.
- Easily Goaded: One for challenges, someone can easily goad Callion into fighting a different way if itās not something ludicrous. While Callion believes he can overcome anything, heās not about to abandon his position because someone told him he couldnāt win with a sword. That being said, asking him to battle one handed, or blindfolded, or even without moving is a completely viable strategy.
- Illegal Magics: While Callion has a variety of abilities at his disposal, his most powerful spells are the most controversial. Many of his truly dominating spells are held in reserve because the world believes them to be abominations or otherwise unclean.
EQUIPMENT
[ARMOR]
Armor?! Are you insane?!
[CLOTHING]
Callion tends to wear baggy clothing with a lot of free flow movement, much like the Vesia priests although his robes tend to be a lot more colorful and eye catching. Ultimately, this is his go to wardrobe and youāll rarely if ever find him in anything else. He tends to wear a surprising amount of jewelry as well, ranging from earrings and necklaces to rings and bracelets.
[ITEMS]
Aside from the aforementioned jewelry, nearly every other item that Callion carries has some sort of magical influence. Callion has a backpack filled with scrolls, talismans and empowered items.
[Primary Weapon:]
Weapon Name: Will of the World
Weapon Type: Staff
Length: 6 feet long
Weight: 10 lbs
Origin: The Will of the World has been with Callion ever since he started practicing magic at the tender age of 7. He made it out of a large tree branch from his hometown that heās simply been adding power to ever since. Over the years, heās had mastercraftsman look at it, shape it, and he himself has infused it with crystals containing different magical elements until it became the staff that it is today. He dubbed it with the name āWill of the Worldā. With it, he can channel all sorts of magical energy and has the added benefit of being the only caster capable of wielding it. The multitude of different magical energies makes the staff unstable in the wrong hands, only through Callionās subconscious manipulation of the different energies flowing through it does the staff stay in one piece.
Callion's Story
[RELATIONS]
TBD
[Family]
Callion was, and still is an orphan. He knows he had a father, as to where he is or who he is though Callion has no idea. To be honest, he couldnāt really care all that much.
Same deal as his father, and once again the thought rarely if ever crosses his mind.
The woman who raised Callion, along with several other orphans. Despite what her title would have you believe, Kanatta was anything but motherly. Why she was the head of the orphanage was anyoneās guess, but one would have to suspect in order to satisfy her sadistic tendencies. While the priests would always say that she was simply instilling discipline, Callion would argue that the only thing that locking him in a small room with ammonia laced cleaning agents did was make him lightheaded and sick to his stomach...oh and almost kill him.
Other children werenāt as lucky. Callion got by because of his innate ability with magic, and by extension, alchemy. To this day, he curses Mother Kanatta with every fiber of his being.
[OCCUPATION]
Callion has had a number of jobs. He was an alchemistās assistant when he was younger, before ending up as a member of the Priesthood and performing for them for a number of years. Once that particular career path was more or less interrupted, Callion became a Wizard for Hire for a few years before eventually transitioning into a tutor for the more magically inclined. After a few incidents in which his narcolepsy nearly ended with a mansion being set on fire, Callion eventually settled on being a nomad, picking up odd jobs as he went to fuel his obsession with the magical world.
[Outlook on life]
For the most part, Callion is largely indifferent to the world with a few exceptions. For example, even though he was once a Priest of Light, Callion believes them to be massive hypocrites, stuck up and completely wrong in the way that they tend to view the world and the people around them. Heās also not that big of a fan of Vesia, considering the amount of infighting around the nobility which inevitably falls down to the common people. While it resulted in plenty of work for someone like Callion, he wasnāt one for constant war, or as the nobility called it, ācivil disagreementsā.
[HISTORY]
Callion was born to unknown parents and immediately placed in the orphanage within the city of Reynholt. Callionās life wasnāt easy from the get go, considering the earliest memory he had was being locked in a closet for speaking out of turn by the monster that was Mother Kanatta. His early life was a mixture of rebellion, anger, hatred and outright denial that this was what his life was. Mother Kanatta did everything she could to break Callionās will, who had proven by the time he was old enough to talk that he wouldnāt be treated like some unwanted piece of furniture to be moved around as she pleased. As Callionās acts of rebellion grew bolder, the punishments became more severe to the point that child abuse was thrown off the table in favor of attempted murder.
It was during these extreme moments that Callion found he had an affinity for the magical. When Mother Kanatta put him in positions to be poisoned, Callion was able to mix something together to counteract the effects. When he was physically threatened, with very little training, Callion brought the forces of magic to his beck and call. In some ways, he owes his magical affinity to that bag of a woman. Every rule she put forth, Callion went out of his way to break. Every challenge she set forward, Callion worked to overcome.
This kind of environment could have easily caused Callionās current narcolepsy as he rarely, if ever got a full nights sleep under the orphanage roof. It wasnāt until the day that Callion and Kanatta got into a full blown screaming match, where Callion called out the priesthood, claiming they were nothing but spiteful witches and bastards to which he received several dozen lashings and outright told that he would never be good enough for the likes of the priesthood.
A challenge he took to heart.
Unfortunately one doesnāt simply go from unwanted orphan to priest in one go, and Callion set out whenever Kanatta wasnāt looking to find a way to increase his knowledge of the arcane arts. He found that help in the form of an elderly man who ran a potions shop. Initially hesitant to take on the help, Callion immediately impressed him with his small but intricate knowledge of what he had already picked up. Unable to pay the boy, the alchemist decided to take Callion on as his apprentice but wasnāt aware of Callionās actual situation until many years later, right before Callion went in for the priesthood.
By the time Callion was 13, eligible for the apprenticeship into the Priesthood and had come a long way in the years leading up to this moment. While his drive and rebellious attitude remained, the hard times in the orphanage had only increased as he was constantly looked over by those looking to adopt a child because of his narcolepsy and personality traits that were almost entirely the fault of the institution. In fact, during the exam to become an apprentice, Callion fell asleep halfway through and had to be literally shaken awake by the attending priest who kept telling him he had failed. Instead, Callion looked at his half finished paper and finished writing the test in 5 minutes right in front of the man. Scoring nearly perfectly (a couple of spelling checks and a mark was docked for drool), Callion was accepted into the ranks of the priesthood where he underwent study for the legitimate practice of magic over at Arnās Rock.
The priests soon found that this boy who had a tendency to pass out in the hallways was basically a savant. Every spell and incantation he was taught he lapped up like it was water. In fact, it wasnāt long before he had essentially mastered everything they could teach him and he turned to other things. He continued his services as a Priest of Light, healing the injured and treating the sick, but in his off time he went about learning about every kind of magic he could. Elements, psychokinesis, incantations, totems, embrasure, enhancement, etc. He covered his form in different glyphs and images that could be used to complete spells so that scrolls would be unnecessary. It eventually got to the point where he no longer had any ācanvasā left and was forced to continue with scrolls anyways.
When Callion was 24, he reached a crescendo. Having been a Priest of Light for over a decade, he felt like he had reached the maximum point of magical efficacy he could ever achieve with them. Eventually he started delving into the forbidden arts, including necromancy and blood magic. Originally, as part of the Holy Church, Callion asked to study blood magic as part of his healing magic but was refused. While he was never given any official reason as to why not, it wasnāt long until whispers reached his ears that the archons of the church were afraid of his abilities. They were afraid that by giving him access to blood magic research Callion would surpass their abilities and become dangerous.
They were telling him no.
So he set about researching things on his own, cutting into his own skin time and time again in order to reach a deeper understanding of the forbidden art. He made progress for a time, but eventually realized that he wouldnāt get any farther with the tools he had. With a little help from some hired mercs of varying moral integrity, he managed to steal a couple of blood magic books from the Arcanum before hopping aboard a carriage and leaving his old life behind for good. He had never even been particularly religious, in fact aside from someone telling him that he couldnāt, he couldnāt see a reason as to why he had stayed with the church for so long aside from easy access to the magic repository at the Arcanum.
Without anywhere to go and limited supplies, Callion actually joined up with the group that helped him with the burglary for a time, becoming their go to solution when dealing with anything arcane. Once he got bored of that, he attached himself to a noble family in Vesia and started teaching their young daughter how to control the element of water as was the request of the Warden. It wasnāt until much later that news of the Paladinās search for a rogue Priest of Light with several forbidden tomes in his possession reached Callionās ears. Once they did though, Callion took that exact moment to flee the country.
From there he travelled to Stormgarde, where he enjoyed being a nomad for a few years. He earned money through magic shows, training and the odd mercenary contract. When the mark burned itself onto his hand, he instantly knew what it meant. One didnāt belong to the major religion of a nation for so long and not hear about the 7 heralds. While his initial fear of the mark, and what it meant for him was all encompassing, his natural curiosity got the better of him.
He got careless, and someone saw the mark. He had no idea who had, or when, but one moment he was sleeping away at an inn, and the next he was being dragged out of bed and shackled. His initial thought was that the Paladins had somehow found him, but it was quickly realized that these were soldiers of the Stormgarde...His mind raced as he realized that the mark must have appeared on others.
He was going to be executedā¦
HOW EXCITING!
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