(WIP)
Full Name:Ollun of Witchfell
Nicknames/Aliases: Assistant, The Inventor, The Architect.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Assistant Esoteric Technologist.
Description: (WIP)
Personality:
A bit of a squirrely fellow but nice all the same.
Though he has a habit of keeping to himself most times he bears good will towards most people he meets. As a man with as active a mind as his he's constantly lost in thought, often times seeming as though he's never got his head in the moment. With something of immediate urgency to pour his concentration into he can concentrate exceptionally well but without a clear objective his mind just wanders about the mess of information left over in his brain.
What he wants is to better life for his fellow man, aiming to improve the way all people live through his inventions. Often his aspirations can trend towards the grandiose but as he puts it he "just likes to dream big." While this may be true the events which have brought him to where he is in life might be more responsible for what he aspires to do than he truly knows.
While he's no brave or bold warrior he's not a fellow who will surrender without some resistance. If he truly believes something needs to be done he'll strive hard to see that it's done. Beyond everything else though he will never let go of his dream of building "The Tower". A device he knows only from memories he never had and dreams that have never truly left him. No matter what else might be true about him all of it is secondary to the tower. He'll never give up his goal of building the tower, no matter the cost.
Skills:
He has the gift of magic, technically making him a mage though his magical ability is not without quirks. His magic is limited so that it can only be expressed either through items designed to channel his magic or in the form of enchantments etched into the items themselves, often times with either method overlapping with each other. Without items there is no other way for him to utilize the magic within himself.
Since childhood he's been given a vast knowledge in constructing Magefire devices. He sees blueprints in his mind that simply ache to be made, new unheard of inventions that he simply must put together. He's also quite resourceful, able to make much out of very little.
Weaknesses:
A majority of his capabilities lie in his many devices. Take away his gadgets and he's left quite empty handed with little to draw on. He's never had training in the physical arts of combat so he's got no real chance against a trained warrior without any of his tools. His greatest strength is in preparation and thus surprise is his real weakness, his ability to adapt to the situation being directly proportionate to the amount of time he has to work with.
In addition to all that his drive to see his dreams come to fruition may blind him to the consequences his actions may carry as he progresses.
Brief History: (WIP)
As a child there was nothing extraordinary about Ollun. He was neither a wizard nor a genius inventor, just a child albeit a bright and inventive one. As his life was set he might of gone ahead and studied esoteric technology, possibly even invent a few new devices to help keep the wheels of progress turning. Yes, his life was never to be spectacular, just another cog in the machine called society.
But destiny is a strange force. One fateful day he and his brother were out in the fields playing as children do when all of a sudden the sky grew dark. It was as though the very light in the area was sucked into one single point directly above Ollun's head. His brother fled from the point but he did not. He simply looked up at the point of light in the sky as it struck him. A massive column of light enveloped him, the beam reaching beyond the clouds which blanketed the sky. He was flooded with a strange force until the column finally faded, leaving Ollun unconscious in the middle of the grass.
When he awoke he was back at home in the care of his family. While they were glad that he was okay he did not escape the event unchanged. His eyes had changed, his natural eye color having changed into a ring of glowing blue set in each eye. Even stranger yet was the knowledge he never remembered learning until now. Esoteric technology and it's inner workings were laid bare to him. Possible inventions now called forth to his conscious mind, all the individual pieces coming together to form the devices he knew he'd need. He didn't know why but his path was clear to him now. He needed to build a tower. Not just any tower either, one of grandeur both in size and in function. The tower's purpose?
He did not know.
While this foreign knowledge told him much it did little to illustrate how he was supposed to go about getting the materials necessary to build it, only the method on how to assemble it. Before all that could happen however he needed to address the now. He bore strange physical features, the hallmark of latent magic featured in wizards. Whether or not he could cast magic was irrelevant as the VEGA corporation would no doubt find him before long. He needed to meet them on his terms.
He spent the next few years hiding out from the public, busily crafting a special metal staff through which he'd be able to use his magic. Once his arcane focusing staff was complete he was ready to go and submit his request to work in the company as a magic user. Given that they only just found out about him he was placed under intense scrutiny, employees going through everything about him as far as they could possibly probe. When they confirmed that he was everything he said he was, maybe a lie or two that they couldn't disprove thrown in, they put him in training alongside the other wizards in their care. Most of his class mates weren't there necessarily by choice making him one of the rare few out of the already small group. Nonetheless he and the others were taught specific disciplines, their path's tailored to their specialties and guided to best suit the company's interest.
Many years down the road he has learned the skills of a wizard while simultaneously possessing the knowledge of an esoteric technologist, working as the latter while being heavily monitored as the former would be. In recent time he's been sent down to the palace to work as an assistant and apprentice to his teacher, another high ranking technologist. His task at the palace is more of a test the company is giving him. A test of both his skill and his loyalty to VEGA.
Many questions remain. Where did the light come from? How was he given the power to wield magic in it's bizarrely limited form? From where did he gain such memories of devices he's never seen before? What is the purpose of the tower? Why does he possess this unfathomable need to build the tower?
He knows none of these answers as of now. All he knows is that he needs to build the tower, no matter what or how.
Other:
Full Name:Ollun of Witchfell
Nicknames/Aliases: Assistant, The Inventor, The Architect.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Occupation: Assistant Esoteric Technologist.
Description: (WIP)
Personality:
A bit of a squirrely fellow but nice all the same.
Though he has a habit of keeping to himself most times he bears good will towards most people he meets. As a man with as active a mind as his he's constantly lost in thought, often times seeming as though he's never got his head in the moment. With something of immediate urgency to pour his concentration into he can concentrate exceptionally well but without a clear objective his mind just wanders about the mess of information left over in his brain.
What he wants is to better life for his fellow man, aiming to improve the way all people live through his inventions. Often his aspirations can trend towards the grandiose but as he puts it he "just likes to dream big." While this may be true the events which have brought him to where he is in life might be more responsible for what he aspires to do than he truly knows.
While he's no brave or bold warrior he's not a fellow who will surrender without some resistance. If he truly believes something needs to be done he'll strive hard to see that it's done. Beyond everything else though he will never let go of his dream of building "The Tower". A device he knows only from memories he never had and dreams that have never truly left him. No matter what else might be true about him all of it is secondary to the tower. He'll never give up his goal of building the tower, no matter the cost.
Skills:
He has the gift of magic, technically making him a mage though his magical ability is not without quirks. His magic is limited so that it can only be expressed either through items designed to channel his magic or in the form of enchantments etched into the items themselves, often times with either method overlapping with each other. Without items there is no other way for him to utilize the magic within himself.
Since childhood he's been given a vast knowledge in constructing Magefire devices. He sees blueprints in his mind that simply ache to be made, new unheard of inventions that he simply must put together. He's also quite resourceful, able to make much out of very little.
Weaknesses:
A majority of his capabilities lie in his many devices. Take away his gadgets and he's left quite empty handed with little to draw on. He's never had training in the physical arts of combat so he's got no real chance against a trained warrior without any of his tools. His greatest strength is in preparation and thus surprise is his real weakness, his ability to adapt to the situation being directly proportionate to the amount of time he has to work with.
In addition to all that his drive to see his dreams come to fruition may blind him to the consequences his actions may carry as he progresses.
Brief History: (WIP)
As a child there was nothing extraordinary about Ollun. He was neither a wizard nor a genius inventor, just a child albeit a bright and inventive one. As his life was set he might of gone ahead and studied esoteric technology, possibly even invent a few new devices to help keep the wheels of progress turning. Yes, his life was never to be spectacular, just another cog in the machine called society.
But destiny is a strange force. One fateful day he and his brother were out in the fields playing as children do when all of a sudden the sky grew dark. It was as though the very light in the area was sucked into one single point directly above Ollun's head. His brother fled from the point but he did not. He simply looked up at the point of light in the sky as it struck him. A massive column of light enveloped him, the beam reaching beyond the clouds which blanketed the sky. He was flooded with a strange force until the column finally faded, leaving Ollun unconscious in the middle of the grass.
When he awoke he was back at home in the care of his family. While they were glad that he was okay he did not escape the event unchanged. His eyes had changed, his natural eye color having changed into a ring of glowing blue set in each eye. Even stranger yet was the knowledge he never remembered learning until now. Esoteric technology and it's inner workings were laid bare to him. Possible inventions now called forth to his conscious mind, all the individual pieces coming together to form the devices he knew he'd need. He didn't know why but his path was clear to him now. He needed to build a tower. Not just any tower either, one of grandeur both in size and in function. The tower's purpose?
He did not know.
While this foreign knowledge told him much it did little to illustrate how he was supposed to go about getting the materials necessary to build it, only the method on how to assemble it. Before all that could happen however he needed to address the now. He bore strange physical features, the hallmark of latent magic featured in wizards. Whether or not he could cast magic was irrelevant as the VEGA corporation would no doubt find him before long. He needed to meet them on his terms.
He spent the next few years hiding out from the public, busily crafting a special metal staff through which he'd be able to use his magic. Once his arcane focusing staff was complete he was ready to go and submit his request to work in the company as a magic user. Given that they only just found out about him he was placed under intense scrutiny, employees going through everything about him as far as they could possibly probe. When they confirmed that he was everything he said he was, maybe a lie or two that they couldn't disprove thrown in, they put him in training alongside the other wizards in their care. Most of his class mates weren't there necessarily by choice making him one of the rare few out of the already small group. Nonetheless he and the others were taught specific disciplines, their path's tailored to their specialties and guided to best suit the company's interest.
Many years down the road he has learned the skills of a wizard while simultaneously possessing the knowledge of an esoteric technologist, working as the latter while being heavily monitored as the former would be. In recent time he's been sent down to the palace to work as an assistant and apprentice to his teacher, another high ranking technologist. His task at the palace is more of a test the company is giving him. A test of both his skill and his loyalty to VEGA.
Many questions remain. Where did the light come from? How was he given the power to wield magic in it's bizarrely limited form? From where did he gain such memories of devices he's never seen before? What is the purpose of the tower? Why does he possess this unfathomable need to build the tower?
He knows none of these answers as of now. All he knows is that he needs to build the tower, no matter what or how.
Other: