WITCH, vladmir augustus halcyon

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wild boy, wild boy, where will you go, what will you seek, and who will you find?

even early on, he'd been feared, just a bit. when happy, warm sunlight; when melancholy, sudden rain; when upset, a ripping tempest. powers are volatile in the younger generation.

he'd grown up as a child on the streets, one red eye, one blue eye, a trident in hand and the weather at his side. a monster, they'd call him, even though in this day and age witches are people, are things that exist.

people will fear what they cannot understand, and someone with the power to control the weather is secretive enough.

then when he'd been old enough: the sky had beckoned, him and his.

(not that that first ride in that wild zeppelin had been his first flight, mind you; no, of course not. winds had loved him, even then. and though solo flight, true flight, is infinitely better than flying on wings of borrowed steel and hot air and fire, the fact that he is flying on a human contraption, birthed from the mind and forged by mortal hands is something... satisfying.)

but living on the streets, pickpocketing and giving the surplus to his own people (because they were his people afterwards, just like the winds and the rain and the storm and the weather had been his, and damn the world if they tried to take it from him [hadn't they taken his childhood from him too?]), it hadn't been enough. people still starved. people still died.

those with the zeppelin fleet under their command, those in power - they are likely to be less-than-truthful. greedy.

corrupt. even in the face of something that could change the world.

(the empire, the elite - all were same, in the end. on par with the monsters that knocked on their door and threatened their lives.)

mutiny and stealing are such harsh words, and he uses the term pirate only loosely.

is it truly robbing if he is a thief that practices his noble trade on those who make a living skiving off of others' lives?

(little boy, little boy, little boy lost, are you trying to take the place of a hero? don't make me laugh.)



vladmir doesn't really remember where he'd come from; his earliest memories are of the one of his trident and the wind stirring his hair and an impossible height and would falling be like flying? he'd only known what his name was because it had been written on a ribbon tied around his trident before the wind had carried it away. he still doesn't know if he should go looking, and stops himself before his thread of thought goes any further.

any and all magic, he'd taught himself - through instinct, mostly, but there have been the occasional kind witch or librarian who could teach him a few tricks or lend him a book about the subject. he makes sure that those people are protected with the influence that he has, as best as he can.


disappearing trident - he doesn't remember where he'd gotten it from, really. all he knows is that he'd had it in his hand in his days on the streets, and when he grasps it the roaring of the wind in his head dies down, somewhat. people claim his control over the weather is greater with the trident, as well. it disappears into the ether once it's no longer needed; some hypothesize it's not really made of metal at all.

sky pirate captain - most only know him as the "captain," since it's what he insists people call him by. the bounty hunters might even know him as "captain halcyon." what it really means that he has a fleet of the lighter models of zeppelins - none of the war models, mind you, he's not that suicidal to go up against irkalla's military yet - that specialize in guerrilla warfare and pirating techniques.

weather control - a simultaneous blessing and a curse. no one wanted to be around the child who could summon a ravaging tempest if upset enough. people have been known to attack, ridicule, and attempt to manipulate him for it. his control over his magic is usually enough to avoid destroying the city, but ultimately, weather is a culmination of various environmental settings. that is to say, his control over it (without his trident, at least, which is a constant mystery for people) is, at best, an expert's. with the trident, though, the entire sky is his domain.


his people are a sore spot. so is his name, his past, and the title "captain." he doesn't much care about anything else.

he doesn't hesitate to be ruthless with the corrupt.

if pushed, a wild weather rampage can occur.

beware of category-5 hurricanes if the above applies.

[attr="class","appname"]VLADMIR AUGUSTUS HALCYON

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AGE: 25
SEX: M
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: IRKALLA
CONTRACT: UNKNOWN