PIC:
NAME: William
NICKNAME: Wil
AGE: 2523 ( Constant at 28 )
EYE: Dark Brown
HAIR: Black
HEIGHT: 6 ft.
PERSONALITY: Introverted, seemingly cold, unflinching, abusive at times, kind at times.
RACE: Wizard
HOBBIES: Keeping the mansion clean. Hosting 'feasts'. Playing violin.
LIKES: Music, solitude, the moon and it's light, thunderstorms, hunting.
DISLIKES: Fanged devils, ignorant humans.
FAVORITE QUOTE: "In my experience, men go to far greater lengths to avoid what they fear than to obtain what they desire"
POWERS: As a wizard of great age, William has practiced the arcane arts for centuries. Magics ranging from the elements to curses and bindings, William has been versed in abilities that could effect history itself. His only weakness is his memory. With so many spells and encantations, one could not memorize them all so because of that, he carries with him a volume of magic where he can cast spells in a moment.
BIO: Living from generation into generation, William has seen many things. Wars and the falling of the empires. While he lived as a normal man, he always longed for things greater than himself. Having gone into thievery, he had been arrested and thrown in jail to rot for all of his life until he met an old man. This man shared a cell with him and confessed to have been there for fifty years. This man had in fact been a wizard himself and took William as his apprentice. As time went by, William learned the arts of magic and made his teacher proud. At the end of the life of his master, William had felt himself ready and educated to rule wherever he wished to rule. To do whatever he wished to do. Breaking out of prison with ease, William searched for eternal life, the last spell that the old wizard had taught him. Gathering the right materials from around the world, William would repeat this process every five hundred years when he would begin to crumble under his age trying desperately to catch up with him. With the capturing of a live fairy, William has saved himself the trouble of one hundred years. She would be his garden from which he would harvest the most rarest of materials needed for the ancient age spell: A fairy's tears.