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John -

He's a very good-looking young male with sexy tribal tattoos on his back and side. (XD) He also wields a magical spear that has an element based on what time of day it is.... (it's kinda the opposite of what you think, so he's always super effective against creatures with elemental weakness)

Midday: Ice....great for fire creatures that like to play when the sun is at it's highest
Nighttime: Holy (aka 'Spirit)... great for Undead creatures.
Morning: Shadow.... great for Holy creatures.
Evening: Fire.... when the Island is at it's coldest he wields Fire.

John really can't cast magic naturally, the power is in the spear. It was given to him as a gift, it has some weird insigna written on its handle and he's been working his entire life trying to find out where the spear came from, clearly it's very mystical in nature, forged by some great elders a long time ago, or something. He really doesn't know.

John also is potent in hand to hand combat, although he's more quick and defensive then he is powerful. He's hard to take down.... but doesn't have that much raw strength. John wants to make his own way in life, but he's tied down with the responsibility as being one of the Island's Great Protectors, a title he wasn't born with, but something thrust upon him by his grandmother.

(I think when the crisis comes his spear should work in reverse, making his once powerful spear mostly useless since he'll just heal whoever he's attacking)

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((So you wanna start things off for us?))

John gasped as he saw a Fire Elemental approach Lyrae. They were fairly rare, but they always travelled the coastlines, completely engulfing unsuspecting prey in flames. It's also how these sick monsters reproduce, they flay their fictims alive and lay their eggs in the person's body...and that person's temperature rises and rises until they spontaneously combust, and they become a Fire Elemental themselves. It was all very messy, and very evil.

John ran over and with a holler, tackled Lyrae out of the way. He then somersaulted forward and jabbed the Fire Elemental with the tip of his spear.

However, his eyes pryed wide open when he noticed that the creature seemed to be getting stronger...and he grew about twice in size. "Th-that's not supposed to happen!" It was also quite embarrassing, considering John's supposed to be a 'protector' and all.

"N-no this is the first time I noticed it. Something must be wrong." A feeling of panic rose through John's heart. "I don't understand. This place is always so peaceful. There's monsters sure, but I always win... I don't know how I can fight without my spear...." He looked down at it lovingly, as if it were a puppy.

John nodded. "Do you wish to come with me?" He only knew the girl on a superficial basis, he could always use more friends, he thought. "It could be dangerous out here" he said in a stereotypical, heroic voice, even though it was really Lyrae that vanquished the beast.

John wiped some of the sand from his ripped abs that seemed to get caught in the crevices. The two made their way in the village and proceeded straight into the Elder's hut.

"You have to visit the High Elders by appointment!" A guard said snottingly, leaping in front of the two young adults. But John merely pushed him out of the way. He was too annoyed to put up with bullshit. "They're just 'elders'" John corrected the man, showing little to no respect. "There's nothing higher about them, they're not better than us." This caused all the old farts to look up at them. Good.

He looked the Chief Elder in the eyes. "Yo, I want you to tell me what's up with this. I can't very well protect your precious Island when my spear is acting all...funky, now can I?" He threw his spear down in the middle of one of their luscious red pillows. John explained the situation to the Elders to the best of his ability.

(I'll let you explain the situation Wingless since this is your RP))

"Hmm so it's not just my spear...." John tried to wrap his brain around everything. "How come my spear is effected but not Lyrae's whip?" He already knew the answer, his spear was somehow tied to this island...it was forged here, after all.

"How do we fix this? There must be a way...aren't you guys concerned about this? You're just sitting here all calm in your little huts while people could be dying!" Of course he was grossly exaggerating, but John was too angry to worry about how he was being seen, and Lyrae's advice fell on deaf ears. "Like praying will do much good! I don't know how many times I've saved your lives before and I get NO thanks..."