Name:
Andrew Caliu
Race:
Human
Age:
18
23
27
30
History:
When he was only six years old, Andrew's power made itself apparent. While attending the funeral of his grandfather, he had been clutching one of his mother’s hands as they lowered the casket into the ground. Something he could barely comprehend was making his family upset, and he never liked to see his mother's eyes all red from tears. "But he isn’t dead.", Andrew insisted, tugging on his mother’s arm for her attention as he pointed atop the tombstone. She looked down, pity in her eyes as she whispered her response, "Shush, now. We must accept it." Andrew refused the words as he continued to insist that what he saw was grandpa, still in the patched jacket that made him so comfortable to hug. "But he’s sitting right there!"
After returning home, it was his older sister who said, "Maybe he's got magic too!" His parents took the words seriously, already having been told time and time again that their daughter was gifted in ways they’d always believed was fiction. Perhaps she was right, and that their son was the same. They looked into it, and found a tutor who’d explain the ideals and principals behind necromancy, and could teach Andrew how to work with the magic. He continued going to human school, with only lessons from the tutor to tell him about the veil; until the summer of his sophomore year. It seemed that with all three children of the family possessing some form of magic, a new school was being looked in to. It would be another year before he was sent to the school to join his younger sister.
Personality:
Andrew tends to be goal-oriented, and will refuse to do anything that might ruin whatever plans he has consisting of his future.
Hobbies:
When not studying for school, Andrew enjoys spending time with his friends and girlfriend wife; whether that consists of dinner, movies or video games.
Andrew Caliu
Race:
Human
Age:
18
23
27
30
History:
When he was only six years old, Andrew's power made itself apparent. While attending the funeral of his grandfather, he had been clutching one of his mother’s hands as they lowered the casket into the ground. Something he could barely comprehend was making his family upset, and he never liked to see his mother's eyes all red from tears. "But he isn’t dead.", Andrew insisted, tugging on his mother’s arm for her attention as he pointed atop the tombstone. She looked down, pity in her eyes as she whispered her response, "Shush, now. We must accept it." Andrew refused the words as he continued to insist that what he saw was grandpa, still in the patched jacket that made him so comfortable to hug. "But he’s sitting right there!"
After returning home, it was his older sister who said, "Maybe he's got magic too!" His parents took the words seriously, already having been told time and time again that their daughter was gifted in ways they’d always believed was fiction. Perhaps she was right, and that their son was the same. They looked into it, and found a tutor who’d explain the ideals and principals behind necromancy, and could teach Andrew how to work with the magic. He continued going to human school, with only lessons from the tutor to tell him about the veil; until the summer of his sophomore year. It seemed that with all three children of the family possessing some form of magic, a new school was being looked in to. It would be another year before he was sent to the school to join his younger sister.
Personality:
Andrew tends to be goal-oriented, and will refuse to do anything that might ruin whatever plans he has consisting of his future.
Hobbies:
When not studying for school, Andrew enjoys spending time with his friends and girlfriend wife; whether that consists of dinner, movies or video games.
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