Post by faultyutopia on Oct 21, 2006 23:04:43 GMT -5
Name: S. Jason Dreggs
Celebrity Used: N/A Non celeb.
Age: 24
Species: Human
Level: Experienced (Let's say level 4 of 6)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 260 lbs
Eyes: Sandstone brown
Hair: Dark brown
Weapon(s): None, though he knows how to use just about anything.
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Countless scars, tattoo of a tribal spiral on left shoulder, Celtic trinity on his lower back.
Special Abilities: Advanced magic, both destructive and helpful. Jason is also quite agile thanks to training in boxing and martial arts.
Character Type Description:
Jason is as much like a typical mage as one can be. He rarely chants, he doesn't dance around in rituals of any kind. His line of magic, and the way in which it is used, has been passed down in the males of each generation. He follows no guidelines in the usage of his magic, letting his actions determine his fate. So, basically, the well of power from which he draws is within himself and from other willing living things. His power is just like a bucket; when he uses to much, it empties and he must rest until it is full once more.
History:
When Jason was a child, merely three years old, he saw an amazing thing. His father, with a grin, had made himself vanish. Since that day, he was an attentive student. Jason was home schooled; he grew up on a farm in the middle of northeastern Missouri. His mother had died with his birth and he was left to help his father with the family farm. They weren't rich by any means, but they were comfortable. In the basement of their home was a room for "release" which was the name his father gave to the ritualistic use of powers. When he was five, he managed his first spell. Out of anger he had caused a broken toy to become engulfed in flames, which really didn't make him any happier. He had been told that anger was a tool, and that the Dreggs' had a great amount of it. As he advanced with his studies, his abilities grew as well. At age eight he was able to move objects with a thought, though it weakened him greatly. He had control of basic skills, which helped him work.
The work that he did each day was designed to break him down in both a physical and magical way. He would cast spells to perfection in order to drain himself. That way, his powers grew as quickly as his muscles. By fifteen, his father's health had started to decline. They still studied together, and Jason managed to keep the farm running with his only family member sickly in bed. On his sixteenth birthday, his father was gone, and he had nothing. He packed up everything of use and sold the farm. It was time to start over.
He moved to KC-MO, were the Jazz was good and the BBQ was better. He somehow managed a full ride with UMKC and made it out of college with a degree in business and social psychology. That was that. He got a job, bought an apartment, and went about life as reclusive as possible. He made enough money at his boring-ass job to live in comfort, and even had enough to make his own secret room in the bowels of his apartment complex. Each night he carried out at least one spell, whether it be summoning a wall of fire, or causing the books and tools to dance about the room. He kept everything locked tight and made sure that no one knew anything about it. He was just fine and dandy not knowing any other 'witches'. Most of them were just cheap tricksters anyway.
One chilly night, he literally bumped into a woman that set his soul ablaze. Skylar Carmichael was everything he had ever dreamed of, and he didn't know why. There was something about her that just attracted him like a helpless moth to a bug zapper. Things advanced, and he came to learn that she was a lycan in a most sudden way. She had given away his life so that they could live together in a pack house. That was that. He could have said no; could have gotten out of that deal, but he stayed for her. There he was, a witch trapped in a pack that resented him because of their ignorance to his powers.
Celebrity Used: N/A Non celeb.
Age: 24
Species: Human
Level: Experienced (Let's say level 4 of 6)
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 260 lbs
Eyes: Sandstone brown
Hair: Dark brown
Weapon(s): None, though he knows how to use just about anything.
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Countless scars, tattoo of a tribal spiral on left shoulder, Celtic trinity on his lower back.
Special Abilities: Advanced magic, both destructive and helpful. Jason is also quite agile thanks to training in boxing and martial arts.
Character Type Description:
Jason is as much like a typical mage as one can be. He rarely chants, he doesn't dance around in rituals of any kind. His line of magic, and the way in which it is used, has been passed down in the males of each generation. He follows no guidelines in the usage of his magic, letting his actions determine his fate. So, basically, the well of power from which he draws is within himself and from other willing living things. His power is just like a bucket; when he uses to much, it empties and he must rest until it is full once more.
History:
When Jason was a child, merely three years old, he saw an amazing thing. His father, with a grin, had made himself vanish. Since that day, he was an attentive student. Jason was home schooled; he grew up on a farm in the middle of northeastern Missouri. His mother had died with his birth and he was left to help his father with the family farm. They weren't rich by any means, but they were comfortable. In the basement of their home was a room for "release" which was the name his father gave to the ritualistic use of powers. When he was five, he managed his first spell. Out of anger he had caused a broken toy to become engulfed in flames, which really didn't make him any happier. He had been told that anger was a tool, and that the Dreggs' had a great amount of it. As he advanced with his studies, his abilities grew as well. At age eight he was able to move objects with a thought, though it weakened him greatly. He had control of basic skills, which helped him work.
The work that he did each day was designed to break him down in both a physical and magical way. He would cast spells to perfection in order to drain himself. That way, his powers grew as quickly as his muscles. By fifteen, his father's health had started to decline. They still studied together, and Jason managed to keep the farm running with his only family member sickly in bed. On his sixteenth birthday, his father was gone, and he had nothing. He packed up everything of use and sold the farm. It was time to start over.
He moved to KC-MO, were the Jazz was good and the BBQ was better. He somehow managed a full ride with UMKC and made it out of college with a degree in business and social psychology. That was that. He got a job, bought an apartment, and went about life as reclusive as possible. He made enough money at his boring-ass job to live in comfort, and even had enough to make his own secret room in the bowels of his apartment complex. Each night he carried out at least one spell, whether it be summoning a wall of fire, or causing the books and tools to dance about the room. He kept everything locked tight and made sure that no one knew anything about it. He was just fine and dandy not knowing any other 'witches'. Most of them were just cheap tricksters anyway.
One chilly night, he literally bumped into a woman that set his soul ablaze. Skylar Carmichael was everything he had ever dreamed of, and he didn't know why. There was something about her that just attracted him like a helpless moth to a bug zapper. Things advanced, and he came to learn that she was a lycan in a most sudden way. She had given away his life so that they could live together in a pack house. That was that. He could have said no; could have gotten out of that deal, but he stayed for her. There he was, a witch trapped in a pack that resented him because of their ignorance to his powers.
A mage, in this case, would be the same as a witch minus rituals, guidelines, etc. Kind of like a rouge group of witches who practice magic in their own way. 
