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♦ 〈〈 Genesis┃Past┃Present┃Future 〉〉 ♦
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「convenerunt ad ultimum」
together at last
— Character Information —
♦ Chosen name: Faust MothCrow
〉 Previously: Stefani Grigore Andreescu [ Velkov ].
〉 Full name: Faust Florin MothCrow.
〉 Nicknamed: Stef, Fazzy, Magic Man, Mage Mayor.
♦ Race: Wildland Ailor〉 Full name: Faust Florin MothCrow.
〉 Nicknamed: Stef, Fazzy, Magic Man, Mage Mayor.
〉 [ Întuneric raised | Krainivaya/Daen descent ]
♦ Age: 21.〉 Birthday: November 15th.
〉 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.
〉 Lifespan: 80 years.
♦ Sex: Male.〉 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.
〉 Lifespan: 80 years.
〉 Gender: Demiboy [ He/They ]
〉 Emote with he/him/his or they/them/theirs.
〉 Androgynous, but masculine-leaning in terms of clothing.
♦ Eye Color: Grey-Brown.〉 Emote with he/him/his or they/them/theirs.
〉 Androgynous, but masculine-leaning in terms of clothing.
〉 Affliction: none.
「postremus aphaca」
the last one
— Core Identity —
the last one
— Core Identity —
〉 Concept ♦ A self-made spell caster and fortune teller who only knew one spell properly. He seeks to learn more, even if his nerves get the best of him. Unkempt, tired-looking, and frail, he always lacked physical prowess and sought books to make himself useful, even if he doesn't think he is very good at what he learned either. Genetics were not kind to him, making him sickly, and born with a paralyzed leg from the knee down, for which he was given a harness to compensate, made of Klokktech. Recently, he was cured of his ailments thanks to a deal his sibling, Emile, struck with the Arken of Justice. He was born with a Magespark, which was activated during his studies.
〉 Personality ♦ Being a bit of a fish-out-of-water, he is rather curious, and inquisitive at times, although he mostly means well. Fortune telling has been his obsession for a while, and something he will not shut up about if given the chance to speak about it. Every scrying is an instant source of serotonin, regardless of how bad the prediction may be. Social cues fly over his head, asking questions out of place, or downright nonsensical ones. Speaking in general is difficult for him, words have always been hard. Generally, he wants to grow stronger as a spellcaster. He hates staying idle, and would rather keep busy, always something to do, or someone to help. An INFP at heart.
〉 Religion ♦ He is superstitious and spiritual, rather than religious, though has a strong set of beliefs. To him, there is a no bigger scourge on humanity than vampires, which was first prompted by his sister, and then later on given more credibility through his experiences in Regalia. Faust is not above working with the afflicted to further his own goals, though would only do so begrudgingly.
〉 Who ♦ The son of Ivan Velkov, sibling to Circe, Morrigan, and Emile. His themes are crows, the arcane/occult, fortune telling, puppeteering, strings, sparks, black feathers, shadows, mirrors, and shattered images. An odd individual, to say the least, who is very clearly on the spectrum or ADHD if one were to look closely, perhaps a mix of both. Despite being born Krainivayian on his father's side and Daendroque on his mother's, he was raised Intuneric. You will rarely find him not looking tired, for some reason or another.
〉 Personality ♦ Being a bit of a fish-out-of-water, he is rather curious, and inquisitive at times, although he mostly means well. Fortune telling has been his obsession for a while, and something he will not shut up about if given the chance to speak about it. Every scrying is an instant source of serotonin, regardless of how bad the prediction may be. Social cues fly over his head, asking questions out of place, or downright nonsensical ones. Speaking in general is difficult for him, words have always been hard. Generally, he wants to grow stronger as a spellcaster. He hates staying idle, and would rather keep busy, always something to do, or someone to help. An INFP at heart.
〉 Religion ♦ He is superstitious and spiritual, rather than religious, though has a strong set of beliefs. To him, there is a no bigger scourge on humanity than vampires, which was first prompted by his sister, and then later on given more credibility through his experiences in Regalia. Faust is not above working with the afflicted to further his own goals, though would only do so begrudgingly.
〉 Who ♦ The son of Ivan Velkov, sibling to Circe, Morrigan, and Emile. His themes are crows, the arcane/occult, fortune telling, puppeteering, strings, sparks, black feathers, shadows, mirrors, and shattered images. An odd individual, to say the least, who is very clearly on the spectrum or ADHD if one were to look closely, perhaps a mix of both. Despite being born Krainivayian on his father's side and Daendroque on his mother's, he was raised Intuneric. You will rarely find him not looking tired, for some reason or another.
「initium finis」
the beginning of the end
— Proficiency —
♦ 〈〈 14 points | 14 spent 〉〉 ♦
〈 Due to a recent magic spurt, all their packs have been unlocked. 〉
CONSTITUTION: 1the beginning of the end
— Proficiency —
♦ 〈〈 14 points | 14 spent 〉〉 ♦
〈 Due to a recent magic spurt, all their packs have been unlocked. 〉
[Training] Rage Counter
WISDOM: 6 [Tech Branch used here]
[Enchant] Enchant Bolts
[Enchant] Enchant Defense
[Enchant] Enchant Revenge
[Tech] Tech Sanction
[Tech] Tech Stim
[Medical] Medical Barrier
ARCANE: 7 [Void] [Magic Combat]
[Radiant] Radiant Push
[Radiant] Radiant Feather
[Radiant] Radiant Shield
[Radiant] Radiant Relocate
[Sinistral] Sinistral Sever
[Sinistral] Sinistral Corrode
[Chem] Chem Cleanse
Ailor Buff 1 [Chem] Technique Parry
FAITH: 0 [Estellon]
Abilities: Destined Familiar | Intuitive Ear
「ille qui vult cognoscere」
he who wants to know
— Ability Information —
he who wants to know
— Ability Information —
♦ Ailor :
〉 Specials [ Racial ]
〉 Crow Familiar [ ♀ Mr. Pickle ]
〉 Dark Empathy
〉 Practiced Mockery
〉 Manifest Destiny
〉 Destiny Stressors
〉 Job Opportunities
〉 Dark Empathy
〉 Practiced Mockery
〉 Manifest Destiny
〉 Destiny Stressors
〉 Job Opportunities
♦ Mundane :
〉 Abilities [ Function ]
〉 Shield Block [ Block Pack ]
〉 Rage Counter [ Counterplay Pack ]
〉 Resilience [ Training Pack ]
〉 Ironheart [ Training Pack ]
〉 Specials [ Flavor ]〉 Rage Counter [ Counterplay Pack ]
〉 Resilience [ Training Pack ]
〉 Ironheart [ Training Pack ]
〉 Thread Arts [ Craft Pack ]
♦ Magic :
〉 Abilities [ Spells ]
〉 Material Armor [ Materialism ]
〉 Link Disrupt [ Disruption ]
〉 Arcane Attraction [ Casting ]
〉 Healing Hands [ Blessings ]
〉 Reflection Strike [ Illusionism ]
〉 Disrupting Rune [ Thanhicism ]
〉 Magic Throw [ Spellsword ]
〉 Specials [ Aesthetics ]〉 Link Disrupt [ Disruption ]
〉 Arcane Attraction [ Casting ]
〉 Healing Hands [ Blessings ]
〉 Reflection Strike [ Illusionism ]
〉 Disrupting Rune [ Thanhicism ]
〉 Magic Throw [ Spellsword ]
〉 Airwalking
〉 Sparkwalking
〉 Body Cleanse
〉 Sanctum Vessel
〉 Health Call
〉 Arcane Mastery
〉 Rune Smithing
〉 Dueling Brand
〉 Emote Infuse
〉 Life Wall
〉 Prison Break
〉 Altered Voice
〉 Thanhic Therapy
〉 Guardians
〉 Echoes of the Past
〉 Pocket Dimensions
〉 Simulacrum
〉 Mending
〉 Hex
〉 Self Mutation
〉 Element Control
〉 Greater Mage [ Abilities ]〉 Sparkwalking
〉 Body Cleanse
〉 Sanctum Vessel
〉 Health Call
〉 Arcane Mastery
〉 Rune Smithing
〉 Dueling Brand
〉 Emote Infuse
〉 Life Wall
〉 Prison Break
〉 Altered Voice
〉 Thanhic Therapy
〉 Guardians
〉 Echoes of the Past
〉 Pocket Dimensions
〉 Simulacrum
〉 Mending
〉 Hex
〉 Self Mutation
〉 Element Control
〉 Illusioned Self [ Illusionism ]
〉 Spirit Rush [ Thanicism ]
〉 Magic Blade [ Spellsword ]
〉 Magespark [ Custom Kit ]〉 Spirit Rush [ Thanicism ]
〉 Magic Blade [ Spellsword ]
〉 none, revoked.
〉 spot saved for if I re-apply.
〉 spot saved for if I re-apply.
「quod didicit」
what he learned
— Known Languages —
what he learned
— Known Languages —
♦ Common [ Free ] | Spoken [ 7/10 ]
♦ Ânian/Înnora [ Native ] | Spoken [ 10/10 ]
♦ Etos/Hellas [ Linguistics ] | Known [ 2/10 ]
♦ Kriv [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 7/10 ]
♦ Altalar [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 5/10 ]
♦ Breizh [ Linguistics ] | Known [ 2/10 ]
♦ Calem [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 5/10 ]
♦ Daendroque [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 5/10 ]
♦ Empire Linguist Pack [ Linguistics ]
♦ Ânian/Înnora [ Native ] | Spoken [ 10/10 ]
♦ Etos/Hellas [ Linguistics ] | Known [ 2/10 ]
♦ Kriv [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 7/10 ]
♦ Altalar [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 5/10 ]
♦ Breizh [ Linguistics ] | Known [ 2/10 ]
♦ Calem [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 5/10 ]
♦ Daendroque [ Linguistics ] | Spoken [ 5/10 ]
♦ Empire Linguist Pack [ Linguistics ]
「perierat, et inventus est」
he was lost, and was found
— Visual Information —
he was lost, and was found
— Visual Information —
〉 Mutations ♦ none.
〉 Visage ♦ With big, sunken, downturned eyes, gaunt cheeks, a beak of a nose, big ears, and eyebags, he is far from good-looking. His eyes are brown, greyish around the edges, with dark brown hair, worn in a ponytail with bangs falling over his face in a messy manner, or half up half down.The hair itself falls at the shoulders when worn loose. His teeth are crooked and lightly stained, with a gap between the top two.
〉 Body ♦ Unkempt, and dull, he looks like a breeze could topple him over, or as if he was ill. Skinny, and built like a string bean, he stands at 5'5" ft (166.5cm) tall, with slender limbs. The frail look persists even after he was cured of his illness, though perhaps a little deceivingly so, as he has been slowly regaining his strength. His complexion has a neutral light to medium skintone, Cinereous, if you will.
〉 Style ♦ His outfit is dull in color, as per his preference, and he is usually seen wearing a blue ascot or apache tie. In his left hand, he often wears a white glove with runes on the back. He is never seen without his messenger bag, and a hydrangea flower stuck to his shirt or somewhere in his outfit. The flower itself looks like a corsair, despite being a live one.
〉 Self Care ♦ Hygiene isn't his priority, his hair going unwashed for days before he has the decency to care for it, making it appear weighed down, otherwise, its texture is very curly. When clean, he smells like neutral soap, though otherwise, he smells like dirt.
〉 Scars ♦ Recently, he acquired burn scars on the right side of his neck up to his jawline, the right side of his upper chest, shoulder, and bicep, along with the back of his right hand, fading up to his wrist. The Ailor's right cheek possesses a small diagonal scar, which left a slightly lighter mark.
〉 Taraxacum ♦ This demon takes the form of a creature with a dandelion for its head. When partially shifted, the host's eyes turn a golden yellow, and dandelion petals may grow anywhere on their body. The petals themselves can be any size, even if it would not logically make sense, and sometimes remain once control is re-gained, but can be easily plucked with only slight discomfort.
〉 Visage ♦ With big, sunken, downturned eyes, gaunt cheeks, a beak of a nose, big ears, and eyebags, he is far from good-looking. His eyes are brown, greyish around the edges, with dark brown hair, worn in a ponytail with bangs falling over his face in a messy manner, or half up half down.The hair itself falls at the shoulders when worn loose. His teeth are crooked and lightly stained, with a gap between the top two.
〉 Body ♦ Unkempt, and dull, he looks like a breeze could topple him over, or as if he was ill. Skinny, and built like a string bean, he stands at 5'5" ft (166.5cm) tall, with slender limbs. The frail look persists even after he was cured of his illness, though perhaps a little deceivingly so, as he has been slowly regaining his strength. His complexion has a neutral light to medium skintone, Cinereous, if you will.
〉 Style ♦ His outfit is dull in color, as per his preference, and he is usually seen wearing a blue ascot or apache tie. In his left hand, he often wears a white glove with runes on the back. He is never seen without his messenger bag, and a hydrangea flower stuck to his shirt or somewhere in his outfit. The flower itself looks like a corsair, despite being a live one.
〉 Self Care ♦ Hygiene isn't his priority, his hair going unwashed for days before he has the decency to care for it, making it appear weighed down, otherwise, its texture is very curly. When clean, he smells like neutral soap, though otherwise, he smells like dirt.
〉 Scars ♦ Recently, he acquired burn scars on the right side of his neck up to his jawline, the right side of his upper chest, shoulder, and bicep, along with the back of his right hand, fading up to his wrist. The Ailor's right cheek possesses a small diagonal scar, which left a slightly lighter mark.
〉 Taraxacum ♦ This demon takes the form of a creature with a dandelion for its head. When partially shifted, the host's eyes turn a golden yellow, and dandelion petals may grow anywhere on their body. The petals themselves can be any size, even if it would not logically make sense, and sometimes remain once control is re-gained, but can be easily plucked with only slight discomfort.
「postremo taraxacum」
and lastly, the dandelion
— Life Story —
and lastly, the dandelion
— Life Story —
♦ Having been born ill and of an ilegitimate father, his parents always struggled to provide, like many Întuneric. Food was bland and more akin to rations, ever since he was little. The fact he had three brothers and a sister did not help in their finances. Faust was born frail, with a paralyzed leg, and had been ill from a young age, which also did not bode well for the family.
♦ Regardless of how little they had, the family was charitable, holding get-togethers with neighbors and friends to share food, even if it wasn't much. Thievery was not above them, as he was taught to have sticky fingers from a young age. He never managed to make too much from it, but as money was tight any help was welcome, even if it was a shady endeavor. When his older sister reached the age of nineteen, she became a vampire in order to protect their family, which did not bode well with Faust, who was sixteen at the time. He had a bad feeling about it from the start, which culminated in his worries being proven right as he watched his sister's personality shift before his very eyes. She grew possessive, and calculative, rationing their food to a T to maximize survival, without regard for their discomfort.
♦ One faithful night, his sister became violent, attacking their father, prompting Faust to flee the scene, making way to one of the family friend's houses. Frantic, he explained their current situation to the old engineer, who took pity on him. The old man fitted him with a leg harness, made of Klokktech, which allowed him to walk without a hobble for the first time in years. Next, the old man offered him food, and a cloak with which to shield himself, along with an old spellbook, which he used to teach the eighteen-year-old how to cast. Weak, he could not do much, so the man taught him a trick- To channel it within a crystal sphere. Armed with this, he returned home, fumbling to fight back against his sister's tyranny. Sadly, it was too late, as, upon his arrival, she already had fled, leaving their mother to tend to their injured father, who thankfully only suffered from shallow cuts on his arms. Turns out his brothers were quicker to act, though the sister had left them with a warning. She said she would return, to collect Faust, the only one of them she deemed worthy of the curse, perhaps due to his frail nature, as she wished to make him stronger.
♦ Unhappy with his sister's parting words, his family advised him to leave, to go elsewhere. They gave him a few utensils, his mother's prized pendant, and other small necessities, although as the food was scarce he was only given a loaf of bread for his travels. He set off, hitch-hiking off the back of wagons, and sneaking into a ship, his destination unclear. By dumb luck, he ended up arriving in Regalia, lost but determined to learn, and grow stronger in his own way- Without his sister's curse.
♦ Upon arriving in Regalia, he "hit the ground running", so to speak. Helping fight against the Bralona, he ended up getting permanent scarring, and a little more field experience than he had bargained for. The whole ordeal solified in his mind what he does best: Serving. His reasons to help have started growing past the selfish need to grow stronger, and onto genuine care for Regalia and its people. Recently, thanks to a deal his sibling Emile struck with the Arken of Justice, he has been cured of his ailments, and allowed to live to his full lifespan without dying from the illness he previously had. Slowly and steadily, he has begun dipping his toes into other areas, nose-deep in books whenever he finds the time in his busy schedule. After being cursed as a "gift" by Wickedness, the lingering void essence invaded his body in the form of a lesser demon.
♦ Regardless of how little they had, the family was charitable, holding get-togethers with neighbors and friends to share food, even if it wasn't much. Thievery was not above them, as he was taught to have sticky fingers from a young age. He never managed to make too much from it, but as money was tight any help was welcome, even if it was a shady endeavor. When his older sister reached the age of nineteen, she became a vampire in order to protect their family, which did not bode well with Faust, who was sixteen at the time. He had a bad feeling about it from the start, which culminated in his worries being proven right as he watched his sister's personality shift before his very eyes. She grew possessive, and calculative, rationing their food to a T to maximize survival, without regard for their discomfort.
♦ One faithful night, his sister became violent, attacking their father, prompting Faust to flee the scene, making way to one of the family friend's houses. Frantic, he explained their current situation to the old engineer, who took pity on him. The old man fitted him with a leg harness, made of Klokktech, which allowed him to walk without a hobble for the first time in years. Next, the old man offered him food, and a cloak with which to shield himself, along with an old spellbook, which he used to teach the eighteen-year-old how to cast. Weak, he could not do much, so the man taught him a trick- To channel it within a crystal sphere. Armed with this, he returned home, fumbling to fight back against his sister's tyranny. Sadly, it was too late, as, upon his arrival, she already had fled, leaving their mother to tend to their injured father, who thankfully only suffered from shallow cuts on his arms. Turns out his brothers were quicker to act, though the sister had left them with a warning. She said she would return, to collect Faust, the only one of them she deemed worthy of the curse, perhaps due to his frail nature, as she wished to make him stronger.
♦ Unhappy with his sister's parting words, his family advised him to leave, to go elsewhere. They gave him a few utensils, his mother's prized pendant, and other small necessities, although as the food was scarce he was only given a loaf of bread for his travels. He set off, hitch-hiking off the back of wagons, and sneaking into a ship, his destination unclear. By dumb luck, he ended up arriving in Regalia, lost but determined to learn, and grow stronger in his own way- Without his sister's curse.
♦ Upon arriving in Regalia, he "hit the ground running", so to speak. Helping fight against the Bralona, he ended up getting permanent scarring, and a little more field experience than he had bargained for. The whole ordeal solified in his mind what he does best: Serving. His reasons to help have started growing past the selfish need to grow stronger, and onto genuine care for Regalia and its people. Recently, thanks to a deal his sibling Emile struck with the Arken of Justice, he has been cured of his ailments, and allowed to live to his full lifespan without dying from the illness he previously had. Slowly and steadily, he has begun dipping his toes into other areas, nose-deep in books whenever he finds the time in his busy schedule. After being cursed as a "gift" by Wickedness, the lingering void essence invaded his body in the form of a lesser demon.
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