Name - Megamickel Osiriand

Age - 27

Race - Human

Weapons - Megamickel carries with him an Elvish shortsword named Anguirel (Yeah, it's LOTR Elvish. Can't remember what it means, sadly...). He also has a silver knife, used in rituals and preparation of ingredients. However, he rarely uses the weapons, preferring to use his druidic magic.

Appearance - Megamickel wears a long, brown robe that nearly drags on the ground. He stands about 5'8", wearing a simple rope as a belt, upon which he carries his Elvish shortsword, along with a small bag for coins and a leather pouch for ritual ingredients. His hair is a dirty blond-ish color, and cut at the sholder. His eyes are a steel grey, showing kindness and determination.

Bio - Megamickel is a druid. He studied with the druids for twelve years after running away from his homeland of Gralia at the age of 8. His homeland was destroyed in a war with the sand nation of which killed many of his people. He is thought to be the son of King Ophius IV, but noone knows for sure, not even him. He is not the greatest of druids, but he has mastered finding water and purifying it, discerning one type of herb from another, and even using the power of nature to hold enemies in place. The druids he trained with were all slaughtered by the people who lived nearby, and he was one of four survivors of that particular circle. He seeks to find more druids in other groves around the world and bring them together for a stand against the opression the circle has faced for years.

An autobiography in Megamickel's own words...
When I was younger, my parents raised me to follow their religion. They taught me that the druids were to be hated, that they were evil sorcerers to be feared. But that just made them interesting. I became obsessed with the druidic faith, learning all I could about them. I had to study in secret, for fear of my parents' wrath. I began to speak with them, learning to commune with the forest. I was to be initiated as a druid in the next month.
Then they discovered us. The townspeople came after us with torches and pitchforks. But we were smarter; we hid among the trees, blending in with our surroundings. The townspeople were outraged and threw their torches, burning the forest. Many noble druids were killed in the blaze. The survivors swore vengance upon the town. Using our combined magic, we summoned a rainstorm to save the forest. This storm strengthened into a massive tempest. We threw our fury upon the town. We killed many of the townspeople. The debt was repaid.

But there were survivors. My parents had discovered my absence. They knew where I was; they knew I hadn't been killed in the storm. They lead the remaining villagers to attack us. I saw them while sitting among the branches of a tall oak... They had not just simple townspeople, but soldiers. They had a sizable military force brought down from the capital. We were afraid, but more importantly, angry. We grabbed what weapons we could from the forest; Broken logs made clubs, rusted pitchforks made daggers, old branches made staves. We marched to meet the army at the forest's edge. A rain of arrows was upon us, but we were able to repel them using the combined magic of all the druids. We threw stones, dirt, whatever we could find at our opressors. A bloody battle ensued. During the battle, I saw my parents among the force. I was apalled! They had come... to kill me! I knew what had to be done. I sought them out among the army. They told me to come with them. I refused. My father approached me with his sword raised. I shoved my makeshift dagger into his chest.

My mother fell to her knees. She began to weep hystarically for the loss of my father. I told her to go. She looked up at me and gasped. "Go, get out of here!" I said. She nodded, and ran. Ran and ran and ran. She escaped into the forest, though I never saw her when I returned there. After hours and hours of fighting, the army finally ran from our assault of magic. I knew that we would have to escape. We ran from the town, each going our seperate ways. I don't know how many survived... I vowed to uphold the druidic faith, wherever I went, protecting the druids from persecution in all parts of the world. I was no great druid myself, but I would learn. I studied in the groves of druids in places I could only dream of visiting. Yet I would not rest until the druidic order was protected. We will rise again and come out of the forests. The time of the druids is near.