Name: Mirron Tenshi
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Ferelden
Age: 20
Class/Specializations: Mage
- Arcane Warrior
- Spirit Healer
- Keeper
Personality Traits:
Diplomatic/Helpful
A bit of a loner, not good at trusting others, helpful and diplomatic, very sympathetic. Though Mirron is reluctant to trust others, he keeps his friends very close to his heart. He has a very understanding and forgiving nature, though betrayal is particularly hard for him to overlook. When it comes to his friends, he puts them on the top of his priority list, and put almost everything else on the back burner.
Background: When he was a boy of 7-years, Darkspawn attacked and destroyed his home village. He was playing alone at the lake when he discovered a trick of sparks from his fingers, he rushed home to show his mother and father. However, he found his parents being eaten away by a couple of the Shrieks. Out of sheer instinct, Mirron cast a Glyph of Repulsion on the floor beneath his butchered parents, dispelling the monsters from his dying folks.
As they lain, fading rapidly, they felt the magic that radiated from the circle, their son weeping between them, Mirron's mother and father died with loving smiles on their faces, giving their love and a farewell praise of his newly discovered magic. Knowing nothing of how to use his magic, Mirron could do nothing but cry as his parents slipped into death's embrace.
The morning after, three templars, who have been sent to see to a reported mage in the village, arrived at the desolated, blood-stained village. The templars split up to investigate, and the leader of the small group, Amon, who was one of the kinder and dutiful of the templar order, located a crying, curled up elven boy between his mauled mother and father.
Since then, Amon took Mirron to the Circle of Magi in Ferelden - Mirron doesn't know just where he came from. Mirron was a bit of a loner, hardly trusting, but was befriended by the other apprentices. Despite feeling alone, he was one of the few mages who appreciated the Circle as his home.
He shown very good promise of several branches of magic, especially elemental magic. He was also a bit of an artist, in symbol art in particular, and excelled in magic arrays and circles.
Mirron stayed in the circle for 11 years before 'officially' ran away. Something happened to a friend of his that landed him into trouble. It wasn't severe, but he was plagued by the betrayal of his closest friend, he got up one night, and tried to leave. Amon tried to persuade him to stay, but Mirron felt like he couldn't belong in the Circle anymore.
After leaving, Mirron picked up a knack for fighting - later discovering an ancient art known as an Arcane Warrior. He learned how to apply his magic into a combat-like fashion. His natural reflexes served him well as a Arcane Warrior.
Later, he earned himself a title: The White Reaper. Mirron always wears a white robe, almost always with his hood up. He's invented a type of magic that converts into outward solid force - he's able to create wings of shimmering light, and create a curved blade on his staff to use it as a scythe, hence the name.
When he arrives to a town or village, he takes up odd jobs when he comes to a village. Being a mage with several branches of magic, Mirron can do a lot for people - heal injured or sick, regrow vegetation, repairing, defend from a horde of fiends, and so on.
Weapon of choice: Heaven's Mercy
Likes: Sweets, helping in quests, helping others, an occasional visit to a brothel for a night or few with a cute, handsome guy.
Dislikes: Liars, ignorance, mindless hate, closed minded people.
Sexuality: Homosexual
Battle Phrases:
- Out of my way!
- You’re not getting away!
- Don’t give up!
Knockout Phrases:
- No . . . Not yet . . .
- I won't . . . Give up . . .
- This can't be the end . . .
Personal Philosophy: Past the light and beyond the darkness.
