WITCH, cael zaqar

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Birth. The beginning of a story, a legend, he's a golden page in an endless book of misery and failures. This is not a beginning of his story - rather, a new start for the family that lies immersed in the darkest of shadows. He is the hope that will guide the family and future generations to come, will claw his way up to be someone both renowned and feared; it's only a preamble to his story, they say, the rest of the illuminated pages he must write himself. His mother cradles him like a god while father whispers incantations that speak of a brighter future, and through that illusion of hope they miss the shadows that lurk in the center of his eyes -

(What are authors if not the masters of their own creations?)

A story cannot write itself, he learns. False prophets passing as guides lurk around the corners of the jagged path towards progress - sometimes, it will split in two, only to merge back into one three steps in. Whispers of king and god and legend bleed from awe and prophesy to notes of desperation and prayer that makes him wonder when(and why) everything went wrong.

Their god is puny - the nobility shake their heads at the teenager with the face of a child, the commander whose vocal chords reach a volume barely above that of a kittens purr. And yet he rises to the top regardless - his siblings are human and pitiful competition at best - of any complaints, encasing himself in the darkness to study magical arts he must learn to embrace. He hates them, the humans that whisper of controversy and scandal of yet another blemish to the zaqar legacy - they are void of magical abilities, what can they possibly understand about him?

Not every story has a happy ending, he knows. But what happens to the stories that don't end at all?



BLACK MAGIC
His family practices pure black magic, and cael is no different. He has extensive knowledge of all forms of black magic, but doesn't seem too keen on the destruction aspect of it all. If he wants to, Cael is fully capable of doing physical damage to both the land and other people, but chooses not to do so in favor of mental damage instead. He's big on getting into the mind, destruction from the inside - it's something that he pours most of his free time into, and it has rewarded him with the proper fruition of skills.

CURSE MANIPULATION
He can use curses to do just about anything - physical enhancements, decay, torture and misery upon the heads of unsuspecting victims. He can cast curse on himself to buff up his physical capabilities and senses or curse another to gradually disintegrate into dust. On a smaller scale, he's able to craft illusions - in a perfect world, the humans would be able to see through them and come to peace with one another, but their world is far from perfect, and they destroy themselves instead.

NONVERBAL MAGIC
There's no need to speak when so much of the world is already polluted with noise. Though many of his more destructive, large-scale spells still require some sort of ritual or incantation, much of his curses are silent. He prefers to speak little, if at all, and many mistake him for mute when he only chooses not to utter a sound.

PHYSICAL CAPABILITIES
Stripped of his magic, Cael is frail and soft-spoken. Disguised under the illusion of being physically fit and capable, in reality, he would be no better of a mundane than those that he scorns, fueled on by the strength of his hate-ridden emotions and boredom towards the outside world.

[attr="class","appname"]CAEL ZAQAR

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AGE: 17
SEX: M
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: ZAQAR
CONTRACT: N