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Jon Sinclair

"The problem with power is that those without it fear you and want to control you."

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a character in “Hezenattin the Leaves of Fate”, originally authored by Ulfunn, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:Jon Sinclair

Age:25

Gender:Male

Race:Human

Appearance:Most people see only his face which looks young and strong. People come to him to be guided towards the right path including the king. He stands taller than most people including his fellow mages. He has an arcane look about him that make most people shy away from him. He has Golden eyes that appear to be able to see through walls. Despite of his magical powers he has great strength that seems to surprise most but because of his seals he decided to develop a skill within combat encase one of his seals cannot be broken. Speaking of which he has five magical seals on his body that can only be removed by the mage that is blood signed on it. Another way for Jon to remove the seal is to break through the mental barrier that the seals cause by doing this he has to meditate for hours to a day depending on how strong the barrier is.

Clothing (Fantasy/medieval only): He doesn't wear the traditional robes of a mage he looks more like a ranger to most because he wears the traveling clothes as well as light armor.(Look to pic above for clothing first pic.) The clothing does fit him though as a mage. He wears this attire because his role in the world demands constant traveling with none magical people. He has a large bag on him that seems to be a normal leather bag but he enchanted it to be able to hold anything the problem is that he has to be able to carry the weight.

Occupation:Court Mage, Keeper of Secrets, Council member of the Collection of Mages, Protector of the realms, and Adventurer

Likes:People of all races, learning new magics, adventuring, his collection of ancient magics, reading old tombs, developing new skills, talking on length with others

Dislikes:Dark forces, thief's, controlled magic, racism, inequality, other mages (he finds them very selfish,and snobbish towards those who can't use magic),double cross, and having to keep secrets from others.

Skills (up to three or more):Can use a sword, able to read and speak almost any language, able to sense magic around him, he is able to smith as well which comes in handy since he can create a forge and use magic to fuel the forge.

Weaknesses (at least two):He has five seals on his body which prevents him using his most powerful magics or to use a simple spell at such a powerful intensity, crystals absorb magic this is true with many mages but this can be a great disadvantage when he faces a person who fights magical beings or mercenaries who are always equipped to deal with magic. Crystals can be sealed off so they don't absorb any more magic but in order to do this a mage has to have the crystal in his possession and the crystal has to be filled in order for the sealing spell to work. The other fact is that the spell a crystal absorbs if crushed the spell can be used by a none magic user. EX: A mercenary captures a fireball spell with a crystal if he crushes that crystal he can use it against the mage.

Magic: He uses all magic he doesn't use summoning spells as much because he finds the to long and unpredictable. To remove a seal he has to meditate to remove it manually but by doing this it signals the blood signer that he is removing to seal and if the blood signer wants to stop it he can interfere and then it becomes a mental challenge.

Weapon(s):A black steel long sword(picture above)

Personality: Friendly for the most part but he has to play the hard ass role when it comes to the people he is surrounded by. He finds it hard to really make a connection with others and finds himself alone in his own troubles. He is always willing to help others but he can't always stop to help people so he has to chose if the person is really worth helping. This causes a moral struggle with himself because he constantly feels as if he is letting the people of his world down turning them unto a darker path.

Background : He was born into magic with his father being a council mage and his mother being a mage under his fathers command. When his mother gave birth to him he almost immediately gave off a strong magical presence that almost seemed to overwhelm his father. When he turned four he was old enough(to his parents) to begin learning magic which was what had to be done since his magical aura was so strong it made it impossible for a normal being to go near him. He learned to control his magic and to keep it locked away but despite his great ability to control his magical flow his magic would break from his control and give a powerful flood that usually ended up with someone having to go to the healer. So after six months of learning magic the mages council was forced to put a seal on his magic so Jon could be around others without the need to worry about his magic overflowing and harming others. His learning continued by age seven he was learning apprentice level spells( which was usually for ages 10-17) but the more he learned the greater his power grew such is the story with every mage but for him it was dangerous eventually he was forced to get his second seal this seal had to be stronger than the last. Life continued as normal at ten his mother passed away in order to deal with his grief Jon engulfed himself with learning the arcane arts he rarely slept and he ate very little after four years of study and practice he learned almost every language and had a large knowledge of spells. The council had to put a third seal on him making him the most sealed mage in the world. When he turned fifteen he was given a apprenticeship with every council member so all the council member had responsibility for this young man. He lived under apprenticeship for another four years and when he turned nineteen he received his fourth seal and given a place among the council he really didn't attend many gatherings he instead used the councils archives to learn the location of ruins where ancient tomb as well as other artifacts rest he alone recovered much magic and shared it with the council. When Jon turned twenty-two he received his fifth seal and his other seal's had to be given blood contracts in order to keep them from being broken accidentally.

So begins...

Jon Sinclair's Story

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Jon Sinclair sat in his chair meant for a court mage the king was opening the court for any issues that need to be dealt with such as land disputes or an shop owner accusing a thief of theft nothing that would truly concern a court mage but Jon attended these openings in order to guide King Fredrick Derak in making the correct decisions. So far in the court proceedings nothing of great importance has happened everyone who has come was only asking for rights to farm in the lands. Jon couldn't help but to smile at this since everyone man that came with their family and left with land rights the Kingdom of Man was finally starting to grow and prosper. Jon was still a child when the Kingdom of Man was always at war in order to feed it people for farm lands and now that Man has claimed a large amount of land people without much are starting to ask for land as well as a loan which will be paid in crop. Jon was starting to think he should leave because his services were not needed today. Jon decided if the next three people were the same as the rest he would leave.

The setting changes from Prologue to The super contenient called Forenth

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The next person to enter the King's court was most decidedly not here for a land claim for farming. It wasn't even so much a person as it was three people, and even that was a loose definition since only two of them qualified as people. They were both men, tall and beefy, one with hair that had long since gone gray and a bushy mustache and the other quite obviously his son who looked like a younger version of his father but clean-shaven. They wore clothing typical of the average shopkeeper in the kingdom and matching scowls on their faces.
But the more interesting thing was not the two men, but the person that they held between them in a vice-like grip- or, rather, the Fae. He was short, made to look even more so while eclipsed by the two men on either side of him. His sharp features were carefully schooled into a long-suffering expression, no trace of fear or even cowardice crossing his face as he was dragged before King Fredrick and his mage, only exasperation and irritation. He didn't even struggle, futile though it might be, instead allowing himself to be carted around like a sack of potatoes.
It was, admittedly, rare for a Fae to be brought before the King for two reasons; one, they tried their hardest to keep to their groups and faerie mounds, and courts and rarely ventured into the bustling towns and, two, when they did venture out to cause mischief, they didn't get caught. The young Fae with brilliant, scarlet red hair and bright green eyes was obviously an exception.
"Your majesty," The father and son bowed, forcefully tilting the Fae along with them like a marionette, much to the creature's chagrin. "Sorry to waste your time, but this thief-"
"I'm not a thief," The Fae protested with the groan of a man who had repeated this one too many times.
"This thief," The father plowed on, ignoring the protest, "Was trying to steal from my store. He tried to use this false gold and thought he could get away with it." He held out a hand and on it sparkled four gold coins, all in a perfect, circular shape.
"It's not fake," The Fae said, snippy despite the circumstances, lips slipping into a pout. "It's quite real, I assure you. I earned it. From a job. You know, those things that pay you to do work?"
"It's just your damn dark magic. We're wise to your Fae ways, giving false gold and riches only for them to turn to dust or rocks the moment you leave," The son sneered, only getting a snort in return.
"So, you see, Majesty," The father said, taking over before the argument could restart, "We need your judgement on the matter." The fact that both men would rather string the Fae up then wait for the judgement was obvious, but their restraint was rather admirable given the circumstances.
The red-haired Fae just leveled his gaze on the men before him, unimpressed to be brought before royalty, his gaze only wavering towards Jon once before settling on the monarch.

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Jon sighed "There is a simple way to see if the Fae is lying. Use magic to see if the gold is false although I doubt the gold is fake. The reason why is because if the Fae wanted to steal from you he would have just stolen it and you would be none the wiser. I will show you that the gold is real in case you doubt my judgement." Jon walked over to the two men even though Jon was slimmer than the two men he towered over them still. The father gave Jon the gold without resistance Jon muttered a spell and the gold coins glowed then faded in Jon's hand the gold coins remained Jon looked over to his King "The coins are real sire the Fae wasn't trying to cheat these men." Jon looked to the men holding the Fae "Release him." the two men released their grip on the small Fae then turning to the King "I believe these to men owe this man an apology. I also think the coins should be kept by the Fae as an punishment towards these men for their racism and cruelty." The king thought for a long moment then nodded his head "Yes give the Fae his gold back. The race of Man is growing and evolving and this behavior should not be let go without some form of punishment." Jon walk over to the Fae man and placed the coins in the Fae's hand.

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Neither of the men appeared to be shame-faced, more irritated, it appeared, by the order than by the approximate scolding they received from their King and his mage and very much put out that they hadn't caught a thief. They let the Fae go and the creature easily caught himself with nary a stumble, dusting imaginary dirt from his shoulders, a tiny smirk finding its way onto his pointed face. It was, in retrospect, and excellent thing that he'd been caught today. The day he'd actually been inclined to spend some of the shiny coins he'd amassed on a whim. Yesterday, the day before, almost every day before that, and probably even tomorrow the gold would have been as fake as the apology the father and son pair forced out, not quite meeting the smaller man's eyes. Not that he much cared. Loathe as he would be to actually listen to a King, especially a human one, it was amusing enough to see two grown men get told off for an almost correct guess.
"Not a problem, friends. We all make mistakes," He replied jovially, lips still twisted into a smile when he saw them tense. "And thank you." He took the coins, turning them in his fingers idly before slipping them back into his pocket. Turning back to the monarch he paused.
"And thank you, of course, your Majesty," He said in an almost mocking manner, bowing low before giving his two accusers a secretive wink and strolled out the door as if he'd just popped in for a cup of tea rather than be accused of cheating and attempted thievery. The father an son followed by a short while longer, dark looks on their faces.

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Jon gave a sigh he returned to his seat "Have some men keep an eye on the Fae I have a feeling those men will take their frustration out on the Fae and last thing the Kingdom need's is two men from the race of man killing a Fae or the other way around." the King only nodded Alright I will ask one of my men to watch for him and to only step in when those to men decide to react. Speaking of which we need to discuss tonight's activity. Jon looked at his king "What is happening tonight sire?" King Fredrick Derak laughed hard and loud Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday! You didn't think I would remember did you? Jon looked at his king in shock "I don't need any celebration sir I am fine." The king frowned We are celebrating the day you were born because without you the race of man would still be at war. We probably would have been wiped out if it wasn't for you convincing me to create relationships with the other races. So what do you want at your celebration? Jon shrugged "I will leave that up to your Majesty to create this party I am sure you would find something fun."

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Jon sighed then looking to his king "I will be leaving your presence now your lord ship I feel like enjoying the market today." With the nod of his king Jon left his seat and left the castle and its walls. Stepping out into the sunlight was a nice change from the torch lit halls of the castle. Jon looked around the plaza and saw the Fae again looking through a tall woman's cart pulling out a glittering object Jon shrugged at this. Even though it was stereotypical for a person of the Fae to be attracted to shiny objects Jon never met an Fae who could resist the sparkle of a brand new copper button. Jon walked to the cart as well not touching but looking over her wares with curiosity to the untrained eye most of these object were nothing but useless scraps of metal. To Jon an historian of sorts he recognized the older markings as well as some of the minor cultural hints that these came from the ruins in Bastion. Jon looked to the attractive woman who worked the cart "These look ancient Bastion. Are you a native to Bastion or did you just visit the country as well as the ruins?" continued to look at the wares with interest he looked more to an old hammer that was covered in mud and old dirt than the other goods she had.

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Rowan nodded to the short man. " I believe I found that ring in a dragon's hoard." She paused and dug deeper into the cart, pulling out a slightly dented shiny steel helm. Dragons like their treasures to be shiny. "I also found this in the same dragon's hoard, but you probably prefer the ring. That ring is 50 gold."

While she was showing him the dragon treasures, another young man arrived who noticed things that weren't so shiny or even very nice looking. Tools for guildmasters and some old rocks and ores. The rocks and ores were usually bought by blacksmiths, since some were unique to different places, like Bastion, the newcomer mentioned. She tensed a little at his knowledge of the place.

Yes, she was a werecat and therefore from Bastion, but she wasn't willing to trust humans with that information. Right now the paths through the mountains were clear and considering they were few and narrow, a large human army could easily crush the small valley dotted with even smaller villages. Despite her low position as an outcast and now nomadic werecat, she still didn't want the towns destroyed.

Carefully replacing the helm, she tipped her head to the newcomer and said defensively, "Who's asking?"

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Jon shrugged "I am the reason I ask is because of curiosity. From my previous visit to Bastion a long while back I wasn't exactly welcomed there but thanks to a mage there I was finally welcomed. The natives to Bastion are very remarkable when you earn their respect." Jon thought back to his last visit most people would overlook Bastion but Jon found a since of importance to those lands. Jon was in his own mind and when he came to he noticed that the young lady seemed tense Jon immediately raised his hands in defense to an invisible attack. Then said "Sorry if I offended you in any way its just a question I didn't know it was a sensitive subject to you. Forgive me." he looked to the hammer again he was trying to resist buying it but he had already made his mind up about buying it. Finally giving in to his temptation he asked "How much for this hammer along with the other blacksmith tools?" Then looking again to the cart he sighed "And that drinking horn." he picked out a drinking horn that had runes lightly carved into it the horns didn't look special but Jon liked the color as well as the runes in it and he figured he could line it with silver and reapply the runes or maybe just replace the runes completely.

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Rowan nodded to the taller fellow's comment about Bastion. "Yea, folks there don't like strangers." Her eyebrows raised as he asked for all the blacksmith tools and the drinking horn. He looked too scrawny to be a blacksmith on first look. Maybe an apprentice? It really shouldn't be her business. He was a customer and customers were her only source of income and livelihood. An apprentice blacksmith probably couldn't afford his own tools though. So why did this guy want them? It was none of her business, none of her business.

Even though she was uncomfortable in the crowds, she came to the human cities to get money, because it was sometimes just too difficult at home. Four years as a wanderer and Rowan still had problems with her second-hand citizen status. At the same time, she was the only one who knew what it was like on both sides of the fence, and probably the only one who could change it.

She cleared her throat to answer the fellow. "For just the hammer and horn is 550 gold, for they are both handmade from quality materials. Add tongs and an anvil comes to 1000 gold. Blacksmith tools aren't cheap, but blacksmiths are a high demand trade, so you can earn all that money back and make a pretty good living afterwards."

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Jon whistled at the price he had more than enough of his own money to buy everything with a nod he retreated one of his hands into his large bag that carried a large collection of his items including his gold which he kept in a hidden area of the bag. Touching the large collection of coins he said "Do you want me to count it here or somewhere else? A thousand gold is a lot of coin to count out." Jon leaned in so only her ears could hear "I am not so trusting of people seeing me give so much coin at once. Rumors spread like a plague." he leaned away giving a smile "The decision is your's though I am nothing but a simple man wishing to buy a few thing for his birthday."

Jon looked around and he saw what normally people see as norm or just don't pay enough attention. What he saw was a few men paying more attention to him and Rowan then there should. Jon couldn't help but to smile to himself thinking to himself Greed the bane of the entire human race whether it is a matter of having more coin than needed or claiming more land than needed for the population. It's both sad and humorous. He could at least avoid letting the thieves see the amount of coin in his possession.

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Jon shrugged "Very well I was only looking for safety over others but if I must." Jon counted out loud for the red head making sure not to undercut her. He was wise enough to know not to cross a native to Bastet. After counting the coin Jon waited for the young redhead to take her coin then without warning Jon picked up the anvil with one arm and lifted it on his shoulder and then took the rest of the tools into the other hand and bowed "Thank you kindly Miss for this I will be on my way now. Pleasant days to you." Jon then walked back into the castle walls Jon had a smile on his face one of his most enjoyable aspects of being a mage is that magic makes you appear weaker than you are. Every mage has strength that can over power a large man because in order to use magic effectively the body has to be as strong as the spell otherwise the spell simply won't work. Jon enjoyed this because he found entertainment in surprising others with a his great strength.