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G e n e r a l
♦ Applicant Name: William Zacheriah Wraith
♦ D.o.B: 07/20/3051
♦ Returning Student:Yes
♦ Applying As: SeeD SpearMagus. Allowed leeway with some missions, allowed to tailor his uniform to his liking.
♦ Blood Type: A +
A d v. I n f o
Allowed leeway with some missions, allowed to tailor his uniform to his liking.
• Weapon of Choice: I’ve trained quite a bit in the use of the Spear. Its one of my best, most formidable weapons, augmented even further by the Fire Magic I wield.
• Style: I’ve taken quite a few classes in Spearmanship, and have actually attained what would be considered a journeyman’s rank in it. But my real passion comes through in my Fire magic, and my own unique form of Evocation. Combined with a solid grasp of the bo-staff and a minor understanding of firearms, I can be pretty versatile.
• Class: My primary study is into the art of Evocation, (or as some like to call it, the Quick-n’-easy, the BOOM magic) Though I have taken the standard courses in Thaumentology and alchemy. My instructors have informed me that I have a taste for Fire magic (See: Lumen Prophet: Article 37: The Flaming Dorm?!) and I tend to agree with them. As such, I’ve put much time and effort into perfecting it…well, we’ll get there. Someday.
Outside of Magic, I’ve taken the time to learn the ways of the spear along with quite a bit of Juudo. Actually, it would be more precise to say, as a boy I fancied myself one of the old world hero’s who wielded a deck of explosive playing cards and a bo-staff. After my tenth broken lamp with the kitchen mop, my mother declared me clinically insane and forced me to actually learn the arts of combat and the bo-staff.
… I lost count of the broken lamps somewhere around fifty. Finally, around the age of fourteen, I’d learned everything I possibly could at the time about the staff. My master’s suggested then that if I wanted to continue, I should look into the ways of the spear. Advice that I swallowed whole and have been practicing ever since. Even my Juudo techniques are becoming quite advanced, combining the spear/staff with throws and grapples for devastating effects. Now, at the age of eighteen, I’ve been training under new masters, new styles of both magic and Spearmen; under the tutelage of those know as SeeD for nearly a year.
Well, lets see how long I last before I burn something Else down.
• Guardian Force: Nah, Not just yet. But I hear there’s this Fire one out there. I’m almost of the mind to go find it.
• Social Status: Born the b*****d son of lord Wraith, William was refused his rightful place at his fathers side. In fact, he and his mother were refused everything that should have been there’s. Instead they were forced to live about what Will would call “MidTown”. He was weird like that, calling a city a town. Life in MidTown wasn’t the best, often plagued by gangs and monsters of one sort or another. Still, it was better then the slums, which was Hell on earth for its residents. Still, he’s something of the “Riff-Raff” a title he plans to make those who forced it on him eat.
• Specialties: A fast thinker and faster acter. When his magic goes… haywire, he has to think fast or risk burning something/one. Baddly. As a plus though he has a very strong grasp of Fire Magic. VERY strong grasp of it.
• Abilities: As previously mentioned, his grasp of fire is pretty strong. He can shape and mold fire with his thoughts, though once out of his grasp he loses most control over it. Still, he can create everything from a fire butterfly, to a wall of solid flame. The downside to this is that use of “MagiMold” as some have called it, is extremely taxing, and requires quite a bit of his concentration. He also has to remain still while controlling the flames of his magic, leaving him completely vulnerable to attack, and even for quite awhile after while.
• Strengths: Causing explosions. Lots and lots of explosions. He’s actually a bit of a nice guy though, despite his very…loud style of doing things. He’s loyal to a fault, and considers those who he befriends to be his family. He often is also mistaken for a simple mage, a façade he plays up quite aptly until he either beats the person’s face in with his fists, or his spear. And yes, he will take the blunt end of his spear and beat your face in with it.
• Weaknesses: Cooking. Like, really really REALLY badly. (See: Lumen Prophet: Article 37: The Flaming Dorm?!) He stays as far away from the stove as possible, primarily because while he can control and create Fire, Keeping control of it is another matter entirely. Did I mention he sucks at cooking? He can also get so focused on doing one task that he forgets entirely about other tasks. Lastly, he’s a bit of a nice guy, ergo he’s a little on the naïve side. He’ll miss things entirely or trust to easily, and it often gets him in quite a bit of trouble.
• Phobia: Spiders. He hates them. With a passion. A Giant, nuclear, flaming passion. If he happens to be fighting one of the said Arachnid Race, it is suggested that the moment you hear the high-pitched girly scream, to run for the hills. Flames and death are sure to follow. Lots and lots of Flames.
M u s c u l a t u r e
◘ Appearance: Me Standing at roughly 5’8”, with shaggy mouse brown hair, he has a very unassuming appearance. Don’t let this fool you. Behind that boyish smile, and those emerald green eyes, lies a fiery intellect, and a resolve to prove himself. This is shown even in his body, his muscles lean cables instead of the often mistaken stringy muscles you normally see on a teen. He generally wears the vest of Orion, Preferring to keep his arms bare save a pair of military gloves. The gloves are there to both cut down on calluses, and hide the hundreds of scars on his hands. Because of this, the flax vestment he wears is also quite clearly visible. The rest of his uniform remains unchanged, though he bears a belt from one shoulder and down around his abdomen, allowing him to buckle his spear into place so that he can move freely without tiring his freaking arms out.
◘ Height: 5’8”
◘ Weight: 186LB
◘ Abnormalities: His hands are covered in scars, as are his arms (though no where near as many). Most of these were caused during training, though his hands are also badly scared by burns. Thankfully, he still has full mobility of his hands, due to his years of rigorous training with the spear/bo-staff, and a good deal of protection provided by his own fire magic during the incident.
◘ Piercings: A single clasp in his left ear.
◘ Tattoos ll Brands: He actually has one of a Phoenix that covers his entire back. In Full Color. It represents his will, his purpose in life. Even in the darkest of times, he will rise from the ashes, better then before.
◘ Body Type: Lean, Muscular, though it is that of a athletes build.
D i s p o s i t i o n
○ Personality: William is a kind man, if not slightly… loud. He’s not a jock by any standard, (he beat them to a pulp for picking on a seventh grader when he fifteen.) nor a bully. He’s just… loud. He’s very much the happy-go-lucky guy, who always finds a bright side to everything.
Or at least, that’s what he has everyone believe.
Underneath, William is scar’s a mile long, raked in by the troubles of his life. His determination, his steadfast loyalty, all of it, stems from his father, the one man he hates above all else. Vowing to never abandon those who needed him (as his father did) William has fought and clawed for every sob story out there. Protector is in his very nature, in everything he does.
And those who he truly befriends, become a part of his family. You hurt his family, and there is no force in all of Gaea that will stop him from tearing it from your hide.
Piece. By. Effing. Piece.
○ Biography: William Zacheriah Wraith was born son of Ebenhizer Wraith in the year 3058. Or he should have been. Instead, he and his mother were thrown cast aside, put on the streets, for “Lord” Wraith as his father was more commonly known, refused to acknowledge a child born out of wedlock.
Still William’s mother, Elizabeth McNair refused to just lay down and die. No, she started over again, from the ground up. She found herself a place to live, a job…everything she would need to take care of her son. They were hard times, but through them, Elizabeth taught her son one thing, one thing that would be the core of his being, the core of his beliefs.
Never give up. Never Surrender.
Through his mother, William’s soul became that of what a man truly should be, a kind and gentle man on the outside, and a mountain of strength underneath. Over the years, he discovered he had an aptitude for Fire Magic, along with several other more martial arts. He honed this skilled, trained them, his sights set on the walls of Orion Garden. His name was already down in the registration books before he was fourteen years old, his very nature driving him to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves. He would often travel the slums, helping the beggars and those without, with whatever he could. Because that was who he was. It was during one of these trips at the age of fourteen that he learned of a particularly nasty gang that had set up shop in the slums.
Specific circumstances unknown, he heard word of a kidnapping the gang had performed, taking the child of one of the esteemed “upperclass” of society.
Such a thing was not unheard of, but that didn’t mean William wouldn’t act. Yet when he found the building, he found something else, something he’d not planned on. The entire place was on fire. One of the girl’s friends (apparently, the kidnappers had taken two) wailed outside of the building, screaming that her friend was still in there.
Ignoring the danger, William raced into the burning building. After what felt like an eternity, he found the unconscious girl, surrounded by blazing debris, and the only way through, was to move them. He summoned up his fire magic, and tried something new, something he’d never done before. He coated his hands in the magical flame, summarizing that flame would negate flame.
He was wrong. The flames seeped through, and burned his hands and forearms badly, but he would not be swayed. He would not let the girl die. Finally, he reached her, and wretched her from the grasp of death, carrying her away from it all. But not before a section of the building exploded. It was then that William showed his true potential. His true range of power. You see, Natural Fire isn’t something one can control. Or at least, William never could. Yet, this one time… He did. As the flames blossomed out towards him, he reached a level of mental detachment like unlike any he’d ever reached before. Though He doesn’t remember much after that, he was informed several days later when he woke up in the hospital bed, that he’d stepped from the building, writhed in flames, flames that didn’t burn him or the girl in his arms. The flames had erupted into the form of the phoenix, then vanished.
After which, he’d handed the still form of the girl to one of the arriving member’s of SeeD, tasked with saving the girls life, then passed out. The girl, a shorty by the name Natalia, stayed with him during his stay in the hospital. And beyond.
And that very member of SeeD, then extended to him the possibility of joining their ranks. An offer that in four years, he took up. Now at the age of Nineteen, Will’s strength, his courage, his steadfast determination to do what is right, is stronger then ever.
And he will do so.
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