Description
Ty has grown. He still has his blue hair, mostly to remember that he still has his magic. The hair has grown now, all the way down his back.
He is missing his left outer ear. The inner ear is still there though.
Personality
Though he used to be laid back and happy, Ty is now a much more serious boy than before.
Equipment
Offense:
A scythe necklace that rapidly expands to become a full sized scythe. He uses this as his focus.
Basic Attacks (for use on Infidels):
Scythe: On it's own, his lowest level of attack. Just your basic scythe.
Ty has a variety of magical attacks, including the basic fireballs, and a lightening strike that he prefers not to use. He can also summon up pretty much any element he comes across as it's the elements that are his specialty. However, he will admit that elements are a weaker attack under normal circumstances.
Mid-Grade Attacks (for use on not quite Infidels):
For a level up on his attacks, he incorporates his scythe into his attack.
Each of the following attacks would have the associated color surrounding the blade of the scythe like St. Elmo's Fire.
Black:
Ages whatever it slices by ten, twenty, fifty, or one hundred years depending on how long he takes to power it up. Rarely used as it takes a lot out of him.
Maroon:
Creates Hallucinations when cut with. No good against machines.
Lime Green:
Acid based, extremely corrosive to metal and any biological tissue.
Orange:
Super heated scythe. Able to melt metal.
Yellow: Lightening
Adds electrical energy to scythe to due electrical damage.
Brown:
Strengthens power of scythe so it takes less force to do more.
Red: Fire
Adds fire to scythe. 'Nuff Said.
High Grade Attacks:
Omni-Slash
Using rapid slashes from his scythe, Ty unleashes a bevy of elemental based attacks. The attacks occur as beams of each element in the order of ice, fire, earth, grass, electric, wind, fire, stone.
Advanced Attacks:
Devastation
Takes several turns to gather the requisite magical power. This is the equivalent of a magical H-bomb going off. It causes mass destruction and can level anything within a half mile to a five mile radius more depending on how much power Ty puts into it.
Defense:
Ty can create a shield that can take up to 500 lbs physical force before breaking. He can also create a shield that can handle all but the highest of magical attacks, and a variety of shields that can prevent contaminates from reaching him such as poisonous gasses and such. Unfortunately, he seriously struggles when it comes to combining his shields.
Other:
Twin Fire Swords
When knocked unconscious, or unable to defend himself, Ty is equipped with twin curved blades made of fire that automatically engage to protect him. They move without his consent and have in them the sword wielding ability of a master swordsman.
Animated Scythe
When knocked unconscious, or unable to defend himself, Ty's Scythe changes from a normal Scythe, to one that automatically defends him.
Ty's Really Big Marble
A magical item that can heals most wounds, Ty affectionately refers to it as his rally big marble and likes to pretend it is nothing more than a trinket he picked up.
Ty's Little Buddy
A monkey-like creature that Ty uses to summon a dimensional traveler in case of emergency. He's actually become fond of the little guy, though he hasn't named the creature yet, which was explained to him as a magical construct. As it was not a mage who claimed this, this may be true or false...
Ty's Lil Monkey friend, mouth open so you can see the lack of teeth...but wait a sake! The face! There's one including teeth also. I wonder how you would make it show them.
Healing:
Ty is primarily a Healer, and can heal a variety of ailments. He can not heal any souls rifts or some of the higher order of magical maladies, but he can manage to bring people back from the brink of death.
History
There is an old house set back from the road. A tall wrought iron fence and intimidating gate block the drive. To set foot on the lawn is to invite your own death by trap, and to ring the doorbell is to ask to be slaughtered. There used to be a truly evil family there, whom the gods themselves had cursed. A husband and wives who struck fear into all who saw them, and seven children, ranging in age from seven all the way up the twenty. These children were raised to hate and destroy, to only cause pain and to kill all who crossed their path.
When the youngest child, a boy, turned five he snuck out of the grounds and met another boy about his age. All too happy, the two got to talking and the youngest boy realized how sick and twisted his family was. The years passed and as the boy turned seven he realized that his family was evil and must be destroyed.
So the boy lived up to the ways his parents raised him in. In the middle of the night, silently and using all his stealth, the boy killed first his parents, then all but two of his siblings. His eldest brother, who had honor if blood thirst, he left alive. And his youngest sister, all of nine, he left in their brothers care. The elder brother spirited her in the night so she wouldn't awake to such a a sight, and the young boy, hands bloody, left the house for the streets.
On the streets the young murderer met a fellow murderer. A vampire by the name of Taro. Truly sadistic, the vampire mage took one look at the boy and grinned, taking him in. After hearing his story, he decided not to eat the runt. Instead he took him, introduced him to the family and begin to teach him magic.
When asked what they should call him, the boy looked around at them, and, wanting to leave his past behind, told them his name was Tyrannius. But they could call him Ty. So the youngest boy of the evil family was no longer a hooded figure learning to kill. He became a happy mage's apprentice, bouncing back from the horrors of his early life with all the resilience of a child.
Easily, the boy mastered most of the elements, though he struggled with creating grass. That would come when he was thirteen and exploring the Multiverse. A kind wave master taught him how and gave him a warning. Down that path lied forbidden, life creating magic.
And so, Death continued his training, slowly gaining finer and finer control. Shortly after an unfortunate mishap with an aging spell, Ty was pulled out of the normal time stream by his mentor's father. The God taught him many things, including the creation of life, and a fine control that would astonish everyone. He intended the boy join his pantheon as a God of magic one day.
Unfortunately, this was not to be. When Ty returned to Earth to take his Masters test, he passed with high flying colors. This was not to be celebrated, as the mage's council, distressed, put severe limiters on the now 18 year old's magic, limiting him to basic healing and element crafting. He would be unable to air walk, to transform an object from one thing to another, or a great many things. He wouldn't even be able to call the elements to him anymore.
Horrified by the shackles put on him to suppress his magic to such an extent, the mage vowed to one day remove them, and destroy them all. To that end, the once playful boy became a very angry and bitter man. One day, one day. He would have his revenge.
Ty's Magic System
First Order: Element calling and shaping.
Second Order: Healing
Third Order: Weapon creation
Fourth Order: Illusions
Fifth Order: Psionics
Sixth Order: Blood magic
Seventh Order: Conjuring/Summoning
Eighth Order: Death magics (Necromancy, etc)
Ninth Order: Life
Ty had progressed all the way to the ninth Order of Magic, only to have to ripped away from him. Cast down all the way to the Second Order when he passed his Masters.
Thanks to sheer will on one manacle, and an attack that cause him to expend the majority of his magic to free himself from the manacle so he could defend himself, Ty is now free of those evil things.
Ty was not to be left alone on all this however. After a series of misadventures and mishaps with many different groups, Ty was back to his actual age, of fourteen. Or rather, back the the age he was before the aging spell, before being pulled out of time. The teen has recently reunited with his siter at least, though he refuses to live with her.
So begins...
Catherine sighed putting up her hands to ward the girl off. "Calm down, you just aren't keyed into the security system for whatever reason. I'm going to assume one of the men was Rahal, and the other that bloody man with the notebook." Pulling her key out of jeans pocket, Catherine approached the door slowly, and waited for a moment for the wards to recognize and allow her through.
Grumbling something about overly paranoid and stupid nephews, she slid her key in and turned. The lock gave a gentle, audible click, and allowed the door to open. Catherine considered asking the girl to go home, but then realized how strange it would be if something else happened and she was the only one there. "I'll go take a look, but it could have just been a box falling off a shelf onto the floor."
Laura nodded and followed behind Catherine. She still needed to clean up from the end of the shift anyway, even if something terrifying occurred. That, of course, was assuming they'd open at all tomorrow, under the circumstances.
Upstairs, Ty grumbled and pulled out both the actual crystal, and the gem shaped made in his own hand, and began to analyze them. The curse itself was...simple? Geez. Or at least, the curse in the original crystal looked ridiculously simple and easy to fix. Surely, there hadn't been all this fuss over something like this? Old Him was an idiot.
The one that had been in the chaos realm however, seemed to have mutated somehow. Great. And that was the one he had mostly been hit with. There was no simple solution there. Ty considered things carefully. "Right. My options are this sucks, this sucks, and father is going to kill me. Somehow, those are my least favorite options ever."
"Everything down here looks normal enough." She muttered looking around the darkened shop. "Okay Laura, just finish up for the evening while I go check upstairs, alright?" Catherine really suspected that it was nothing as she climbed the stairs up towards the small apartment above the stairs.
Finding the door unlocked and open, she placed a hand on her gun in it's holster. Who knew what sort of trouble Rahal and the other mage, Kurt, had gotten into. Brandon's living quarters almost always set her on edge, simply because she never knew what might or might not be magically booby trapped. 'At least Laura didn't come up here, looks like she's gotten smart finally.' Catherine thought to herself as she pushed the door open further carefully. "Hello?" She called out.
Laura nodded and remained downstairs to finish up.
Ty looked up to the widening door and frowned, having taken a seat at the dining table to try and figure out how the heck the curse that had mutated worked. "You...must be Catherine." She looked old. And felt old too. Not as old as Father of course, but old. Whatever, old people were annoying. "I'm Ty Rahal. Kurt left already, but I got hit by the curse, so I've been hanging tight here." He still wore the oversized clothes, and so likely looked all too ridiculous.
"Hey, why were we examining a curse anyway? Did someone get hit? I mean, it was pretty d- blasted obvious how to fix it." Some people were idiots though. Ty was well aware of it. Like Old-Him who was stupid enough to get cursed. Seriously, Father was going to kick his ass for a mistake he hadn't yet made. Or had he? The teen leaned back in his chair and contemplated the metaphysical nature of time travel and time based curses.
"Yes..." Catherine said cautiously closing the door slowly behind her. "Well, that's pretty obvious given your current choice in clothing." She pointed out as she approached the table. 'Figures that bloody mage would split soon as something strange happened.' She thought with exasperation. It wasn't like she had the skill to even despell the curse, and at least she wasn't leaving Brandon like he was as punishment for playing with cursed objects.
"Because anything to do with creating or despelling curses is above my pay grade, and yes someone got hit, Brandon." Catherine stated matter of factly as she took a seat across from him at the table.
"Yeah, well, you're in luck." The boy said. "It's a super easy fix." He shrugged and placed the cursed crystal in the box that had been cursed. "Also, the box it curse free now." That was important information to impart. "Brandon, whoever he is, seriously just has to open the box and touch the crystal. The curse will be sucked into the crystal, and viola, he's back to his proper age."
He smiled wryly. "I got hit by mutated curse backlash when Kurt disrupted my concentration while I was confining the curse to its new home." He made a face at this. "Which is why I don't like working with other mages, cause they're all stupid. It means I'm going to have to unravel the curse the much harder way." It would take him a few weeks, but that was it. "I'm just avoiding going home just yet to tell Father, because I like all my body parts where they are supposed to be." Father would be furious and stick him through obstacle courses again and again, and may even make him live through the curse, depending on how much the older man blamed him for the incident.
Probably entirely.
Catherine looked at the crystal as it was placed in the box. "Well for everyone's sake lets hope it works, because I'm not terribly fond of having to deal with the curse running it's course." She said after a moment. If this didn't work, she'd find a way to personally hang the two of them for botching the job.
"Sometimes you have to work with someone, as horrible as it is. Some people are more tolerable than others though." Catherine added. She'd been lucky enough to end up having been assigned Alexander as a partner through her career, but there were days when she seriously contemplated killing him; even though that wasn't possible. "It sounds like your father is a bit of a...hm.. hard ass?"
A hard ass. That was one way of putting it. "Kind of. But he loves me. Him and Mother both do, and it's not like I don't get healed after I get punished. It's not a big deal." Usual punishments included what Ty not so fondly called 'walking the dogs.' This usually meant being dumped into a pit of hell hounds in a kill or be killed situation, with his magic bound. Others included running laps while being chased by creatures of chaos that would all too happily feast on his bones. Almost the worst was when his father decided to very firmly put the boy back in his place by 'sparring' with him. It was more an excuse to beat the crap of Ty than anything else.
"Anyway, apparently I go by my last name when I'm older, which is stupid as all get out. So just call me Ty, okay? Rahal is, well, my last name, but just sounds weird." Seriously who went around demanding everyone call them 'Son of Ra.' Old Him was weird.
This was true. Many in the Unseen world would win no beauty pageants. Then again, many in the Seen world wouldn't either. molly considered it, still shaking finely. "Thank you. For sitting with me." She didn't feel quite so ill anymore, not at all. Still, she shuddered and frowned. "W-who would I see about the backlash?" She wrapped her arms around her. "And will something be done? About Karato? It wasn't supposed to go like this." At all, and they all knew it. It was supposed to be much, much different.
The door to the bar slipped open at this point, and a young blue haired boy stepped in. He glanced about then shrugged. "Whatever. This place probably still serves unaccompanied minors." That was the beauty of this building, at least it was in his eyes. The owners didn't seem to truly care about who was served, so long as they paid. "Sorry we're not going anywhere nicer. Most of this city I remember as being not all that accepting of thirteen year olds with credit cards." And he couldn't just conjure up some cash, nor did he recall the pin number on his debit card. The credit card would have to do. At least it wasn't too crowded. Under one arm was the formerly cursed box. He had taken possession of it, at least until the kid who needed it to remove his curse was back from his uncle's place. It gave him a chance to observe the damn thing more, in hopes that he could remove the curse on himself.
"Don't worry about it." June said shrugging off the act of kindness she had provided Molly with. "Uhm, well as for the backlash, I can see who might be willing to treat you... or call in a couple of favors someone owes me." She said eyeing the blue haired boy who just entered the bar, and right behind him a very familiar face. 'Well, speak of the devil...' June thought as she spied Catherine following close behind the boy.
"I doubt it'll serve a minor, but if you want that sort of hot water, be my guest." Catherine muttered to herself as she looked around the bar. It wasn't all that full, but still had it's fair share of the usual patrons. "Look, Ty or whatever it is you want me to call you, I think this'll be fine." Anything nicer would be strange, it seemed. Somehow the bar worked just fine, the food was decent enough and so were the drinks.
Molly glanced to see what had caught June's attention. Uh oh And given that Catherine was accompanying a child, the chances that she was going to be in a good mood were basically nil. The woman never seemed to have much patience with kid. Molly nodded. "I...I can find someone. It'll be a matter of public record, after all." This was true. Karato death, or banishment, would have to be done publicly, or at least, that it had happened would be reported, if you knew where to look and how.
Ty rolled his eyes. "What is with adults and the lack of understanding? I meant food. I'll buy your food too, by the way. As a thanks for escorting me here so I don't get stopped. Kids without their parents weren't exactly a common site in this city. It was a bit on the dangerous side. "And yes, Ty. Short for Tyrannius aka my birth dad sucked." A lot. More than a lot. He pointed out and shrugged. "Hey those ladies are looking at us. Do you know them, or should we get ready to fight?" It was Gambit's after all. He almost expected one.
'Bratty little shit...' Catherine thought to herself, she was trying to be nice, but Ty was making it extremely difficult. The kid was better at pushing all of her buttons than Brandon had been. "I doubt anyone here would pay attention to an unaccompanied minor, Parson did just fine apparently." She said plainly. Catherine had tried to refuse, but Ty had insisted, claiming all sorts of things. By now she had been up for twenty four hours, give or take, and in no mood to deal with brats. Her shift had started unexpectedly and extremely early with some brat and their attempts to raise some sort of spirit, then it had continued well into the day with paperwork, meetings, and then the little incident at the shop. Needless to say Catherine was exhausted and willing to do nearly anything to get out of social niceties, and go to bed by this point.
Looking across the bar to where Ty was pointing, Catherine's frustration level rose even higher. "Yes... That's June Blackwelder, technically my boss, and the other is Molly Bronson. I do not want to start a fight." She had a feeling this night wasn't going to end well.
"Depends on the records Molly, but you're welcome to try that route. Just give me a call if you need anything." June explained pulling her attention back to Molly.
Her boss? And she knew both? Ty cheerfully took the table next to Molly and Catherine's booth, curiously. "No fighting then." He said and then glanced to the woman he accompanied. "You have fun with them. I'm going to play with the crystals real fast." He took out the box and began to exam the curses in the crystals it contained. It was such a pain in the butt dealing with this sort of crud.
The boy really didn't care. He glanced to the other table, and then paid attention to the crystals. He rather thought he wouldn't have custody for them for long.
Molly glanced to Catherine, then to June. "I will. I...It won't be too hard. There's healers all over this place." It was a magical hotspot after all. She wrapped her arms around her. "I think I'll return to it. It's safer, right? If I lose this..." She trailed off, holding herself tight. "Then...then there's less chance of something going wrong if something happens." It would be fine. She could...she knew how to return to her original body. It would destroy this one and Karato's but well, there was little point in keeping Karato's body as it was. Empty;
Catherine raised an eyebrow at Ty's comment, but said nothing. 'Brat.' she thought, wondering if being polite would actually kill the kid or not. She was only vaguely interested in what June and Molly were talking about, after all she hadn't seen Molly since her last trip to the Faerie Court.
"I don't know if that's a job for a healer or not. It sounds pretty specialized." June remarked before finishing off her coffee, and glancing over towards Catherine. "Though.. Ms. Dumitrescu here might have some ideas of how to remedy your psychic backlash.." She added. Meddling, she wasn't as good at is as some of her siblings, but she'd be damned if she didn't find some way to make things work the way she wanted.
"Excuse me?" Catherine said now turning her attention towards June and Molly. "What exactly are you getting at Blackwelder?" She questioned plainly. The relationship between the two had never been exactly what someone would call good on a personal level, but it was tolerable.
"What I mean is you of all people should have the most expertise with psychic backlash, I mean you are quite talented in that very area." June replied with a polite, terse, smile. She knew damn well just how much Catherine tended to lie and sandbag when it came to magic.
Molly glanced up at that, and then looked between June and Catherine. Tension. Extreme tension. That was fun. Molly hesitated. "Ms. Dumitrescu." She said in greeting. "...There was psychic backlash from Karato's death. Banishment." She bit her bottom lip and looked to the drink in her hand. It wasn't more than warm at this point. She sipped the warm drink anyway. It was horrible. She looked to the liquid and then sighed, uncertain.
"I didn't get notice before hand." She whispered and bit her bottom lip. She shuddered. "I went into shock, I think. June found me." Mostly out of it. She sipped her drink and sighed, uncertain how to continue. "O-on the plus side, I remember all I forgot." All of it. It was weird, having those memories again. She didn't know how to react, not really.
Ty ignored them and continued to work on his curse, drawing a rune circle on the table with a pencil he had found in Brandon's apartment. Hm. If he did a little bit of work, and adjusted that rune....that might do it.
Catherine just scowled at June, but knew full well when to take a hint, even as vague as it was. Looking over at Molly she sighed, "I don't understand why exactly you didn't get notice, as I'm sure June here has told you, the two of you were not to be separated unless otherwise specified. Then you would receive notice and extensive preparation." Keeping Karato in a holding cell for the time being had been the easiest separation, at least until their exact connection to each other was understood.
"Okay, so you remember all you forgot, that's good I suppose..." Catherine added tiredly. Tonight just wasn't her night, and it looked like it was just going to drag on and on. "But at the same time, you're dealing with a lot of psychological and psychic trauma."
"Yeah." she said quietly. "Yeah. It still hurts, a little." Not as bad. "But I'm better." A bit. She let go of her drink and held on to herself, tight as she could. "I feel like I'm going to split into a thousand pieces." she admitted quietly. "I think I need to get back to the old body, before Karato, before anything else." How long could a construct hold together when half the construct was missing. Molly didn't know.
"...She's not dead, by the way. You just got rid of her body is all." But she wasn't dead. "It was one half of a set of golems." She whispered in confession.
Ty continued his work on the runic circle and hummed to himself, admiring his work. That should, theoretically work. Old him better be thankful. This was annoying as heck.
"You're not better." Catherine said pointedly. "It was one half of a set of golems?! Why the hell didn't you tell someone Molly?" She was subsequently horrified and surprised at this news. This was definitely going to be a headache, especially if Catherine was to offer any help at all. "If she's not dead, then where is she?"
June was largely quiet throughout this whole portion of the discussion, she knew that a good push on Catherine would get the results she wanted; Molly and Karato sorted out. It would also keep her mind occupied, and off whatever had happened down there in South America.
"Massive. Memory. Loss." She pointed out annoyed. How the hell was she supposed to tell something she didn't remember. Catherine demanded too much sometimes. Molly held herself. "You're looking at where she is." Molly pointed out quietly. "Inside me. In...I'm guessing the equivalent of a coma." She shrugged. "Sleeping. Last time something remotely like this happened, I was a little kid, and she was out for the count for seven years." She sighed and held herself tight. "But she's there." She bit her bottom lip.
"You're looked at the second golem." She said quietly. It was hard for her to reconcile, but she was certain that it was true.
Ty grinned and activated the runic circle. The curse on him disappeared in a flash and Rahal sat in his place. Quickly, he fixed the clothing to the appropriate size. "Damn. That sucked. I was an ass of a kid."
"Right.. right.." Catherine said dryly. "This is an extremely complicated situation Molly..." Whatever had happened during the banishment, it was horribly botched. "To transfer your soul or consciousness back to wherever your real body is, will be quite a task, not to mention retrieving the body." She continued.
"Which is why I suggested to her that you might be able to help." June said finally. "Look, I realize you have your misgivings, and admittedly issues, but your still Council's choice for this sort of magic. I can see what I can do to get at least an exception to loosen the bindings." June knew exactly what was in Catherine's file and then some, knowing that a great deal knowledge and variety of training backed whatever was in the file. The other woman just seemed to enjoy playing dumb, at times refusing to let on to anything at all.
"Help? Forgive me if I'm still wary from the last time you people said that exact same thing." Catherine retorted, wondering how she'd gotten herself into this mess in the first place.