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Seth Ghysels

"A smile never hurt. If it did, we'd be using smiles to fight by now."

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a character in “The Age of Gifted”, as played by Miss Echo



Full Name: Seth Ghysels

Nicknames/Aliases: Seth

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Gift: Teleportation

Loyalty: Wanderer, previously Erubesco as a Knight

Description: In spite of his age, Seth has an undeniably innocent appearance, with a rounded face, bright green eyes, and dark brown hair that’s constantly mussed in one way or another. While he is fairly muscular from his combined days in Erubesco and the wastes, it is quite easy to overlook, given his youthful features and the fact that he hardly goes without his favorite jacket- a dark green thing he takes care to maintain. He often has a pair of hatchets holstered at his hips, as well.

Personality: Seth is a natural optimist, always striving to see the best in people, and maintaining a sunny, “glass half full” outlook even when things are at their worst. He is quite kind, albeit rather oblivious and childish at times; unable to pick up on some social cues, and becoming excited over simple things. However, on occasion, another side of him will surface. He becomes surprisingly effective, completing tasks deftly, and acting in a cool, careful manner.

Skills: Seth is excellent at using his Gift, capable of darting to and fro to memorized locations in the span of a few seconds. He can also bring another with him during his trip, although two or more people will severely hinder this ability. Besides power, he is also trained in wielding basic guns and the like, although he prefers hatchets and is talented using them. Seth also has a keen memory, allowing him to use his teleportation to a fuller extent.

Weaknesses: Seth is rather trusting, meaning that a betrayal against him would be quite simple with enough time. Given the fact that he chooses to fight short range, he tends to be left quite vulnerable in a battle, especially when exhausted; as his energy depletes, so does his ability to teleport freely.

Brief History: While growing up in an Erubescian orphanage wouldn’t exactly be the ideal childhood for most, it was enough to satisfy Seth, at least. His memories of any sort of family before being taken in are blurry at best, if not completely gone, so there wasn’t much to lose to begin with. At any rate, he was treated well in spite of his childhood sickliness, and even came to view the caretaker of the orphanage as a mother figure of sorts.

One day, due to a growing fear of her own faction, the caretaker rounded up as many children as possible and fled with them into the Wasteland, although, eventually, the little group began to split apart. With Seth having no other place to go, he took shelter in an abandoned supermarket, soon coming across a certain mind manipulator; Dawn. Concerned by her crying, he made an attempt to befriend her, and began to travel with her since then.

Eventually, as a result of an attack, Dawn was severely burned. In an effort to save his life, and in the belief that Erubesco was at least somewhat of a good place, he volunteered to join them so his friend could be healed. While Dawn quickly fled so as to avoid interaction with a faction, Seth went on to serve Erubesco for several years, until his eventual decision to quit and join the Wandering folk once more.

  • Has a fondness for peanut butter and tarantulas.

So begins...

Seth Ghysels's Story


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"To recall our previous lesson, the true bane of a teleporter is predictability." "For those that lack perception, the unknown is a blight of terror. For those who exist in the space that watches the outside world, a power such as that is an opening." He pointed skyward. "Above" The finger joined the other three, while his thumb pushed backwards. "Behind." "Left, Or right." "Very few expect their opponent to dissipate, then draw themselves together in the same place."

"This is a fake, and if used correctly, will make your movements unpredictable. Such action will result in possible anxiety of your enemy, giving you the edge, beyond this however." He gestured to the numerous hitting backs scattered around the room. "If you apply this feeling of anxiety to a wide group, flitting in and out of their perception, what was the affliction of one could become hysteria to a group. Bleeding the beast."

The hitting bags carried various gashes consistent with wounds received from a hatchet. Short, deep, and viciously applied. "Even with a minute wound, the slow throb of what you've left them with will remind them you are always there."

"Now, in a larger scale battle it is important to pick a point, removed from the conflict, to observe and aid our allies when possible. This can be done by guiding them away from enemy efforts, or putting your enemies in the way of these efforts."

"Remember that traps will be lain out, with the expectation you will do these things, by skilled adversaries. Any patterns in your movement will be noted and exploited."

The older males hair was tied back into a short ponytail, save a few thick strands that fell free on the left side of his face. Behind him was a clothing rack, and on it were several articles of his trademark clothing, complete with a wide brimmed hat, which was perched safely at the top. His gym wear was simple, a pair of shorts that stopped mid thigh, and a loose undervest, that left the sides of his chest, and rib-cage exposed.

"First, land a grievous blow on ten bags, then engage me before my blade is thrown to the target, if you fail to do so, you must teleport yourself, and the target before my blade makes contact. If you succeed, you are allowed to use your power thrice during the tenure of our fight."

"Ready yourself Seth."

Montana hand wrapped around the hilt of his thrown knife, snugly sheathed in it's thigh strap.


The setting changes from The Wasteland to Helton


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Beads of sweat had started to fall an hour ago- maybe more, maybe less, Seth wasn’t paying attention exactly. They slid down his face, warming the already flushed skin before coming to pool at his collar. He had been sent moving about for most of that time, as well, only stopping to listen to Montana’s instruction when it came. His muscles were sore, and there was a bit of that familiar queasiness that came with frequent teleportation, but Seth considered that a good thing. It meant progress. Improvement.

Now, rocking back and forth on his heels, he listened once more to his teacher, green eyes obedient and intrigued. Seth was almost puppylike in his fascination- although that could be said about the boy no matter the situation. Even now, with the indentations of muscle visible beneath his shirt and on bare arms, and with the deadly gleam of hatchets in hand, he seemed more like a schoolboy than anything.

The effect was distorted, somewhat, by the light frown that touched his lips at Montana’s advice. It wasn’t one of disapproval, or of any sort of upset- it was thoughtful. Quiet. His eyes didn’t leave the other through this change, and as direction was given, Seth gave a brief nod to show his understanding. He had never attempted to use his teleportation in such a way- why bother, when you were so used to using it in the typical manner?- but it would be interesting. Fun. Helpful. Absently, he ran his arm across his mouth, hands tightening around the handles of his axes with the comfort of a hitter with a bat.

Within moments of Montana’s signal, Seth was gone- off to the land only others of his Gift seemed to know. He drew himself out just as fast, appearing at the side of the first target. With a swipe of his arm, the linen that made up the bag split, vomiting sand across the tiled floor. He didn’t stay to watch his efforts, instead moving to the next to repeat the process. And the next. And those after.

It was at the seventh that he slipped up. Rather than burying deep into the “torso” of the target, it instead nicked its side, leaving a shallow cut instead of anything particularly noteworthy. Granted, on a living person, there would be a chance of it eventually becoming lethal.

But “eventually” was not what he had been aiming for. Jaw clenching, Seth spun on his heel, surveying the damage for a slow moment. Not good. While he could still simply redo his attack and continue down the line, there was little margin for error now. And with the time wasted now with indecision…

He made his choice swiftly, and with little hesitation after that. Willing himself out of existence, he teleported to the dummy before Montana, planted his hand firmly upon it, and brought it several feet away again before disappearing once more.

When he reappeared, it was behind his tutor, arm lifted to swing at Montana’s back.

The setting changes from Helton to The Wasteland


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Where sand spilled from the belly of the bag, Montana saw intestines threading through fingers as their owners tried desperately to hold in what nature had coiled with its evolutionary touch. Fruitlessly. Those were all killing blows, requiring nothing less then healer, as a surgeon would still have a large margin of death to avoid. Speed was a key factor here, as any trained or experienced adversary would notice after their comrade was sliced open by a teleporter. This is where Seth's prior training and natural athletic talent shone through. With the eye of an appraiser keen gaze followed the younger males progress, quite pleased that the last hadn't been cut as deeply as the others.

This meant Seth had to make a decision.

A moment later his choice was made, and Montana's attack never found it's mark. Seth had opted to save his comrade, rather then risk landing another killing blow.

Seth choosing to finish his initial assault would have by no means indicated that the young man's choice during battle would be carnage in the moment over the safety of a Wanderer. Montana understood the stark difference between training and application. However it did probe the sections of the brain that dealt with reaction based decision making. If Montana could, he'd put a Zhuge Liang in everyone's five seconds.

Or aim as close to that as he possibly could.

Seth disappeared again, vanishing from sight, the phantom pain tingled far before the blade would taste his flesh, and Montana turned, drawing his blade and aiming to block the young man's hatchet hilt with the flat of his weapon.

Now the only thing left was seeing if he had guessed correctly on the arced angle of Seth's attack.

If not, he'd need to compensate in a split second to avoid getting hit, and he'd count that in Seth's favour.

"Anticipating I'd anticipate a fake. Interesting choice young Seth."

His second hand had already grabbed for the second weapon strapped to his thigh. Instead of bringing it forward to aid the first, he held it by his hip, in a defensive posture.