Oliver
06-27-14, 01:49 PM
The Hopeless Wanderer (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rId6PKlDXeU)
Oliver Midwinter
3397
“An idea can turn to dust or magic, depending on the talent that rubs against it.”
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 10 stone
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Brown
Religion: Pagan
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Intelligence: Above Average
Literacy: Genius
Updates are in red.
History: Over the last two years, Oliver Midwinter has had a rude awakening. He arrived in Radasanth in search of a man. He sought his father, Gideon Midwinter. Bereft, aggrieved, and lost, he fell in with a man called Baxter Arlington. The debonair man promised to help the youth find whom he sought, but the demon tried to consume the wayward witch. Oliver fled their encounter in tears, his world torn to shreds and trampled on by fate.
With Albion firmly left behind, and his search no more near completion, he did what he thought well. Oliver sought a mentor. He searched the city, worked in kitchens, stables, and taverns to earn modest coin, and finally found someone who would take him in. The sorcerer Pastel allowed the boy to become his apprentice. Resigning himself to a lesser life, Oliver soon found himself engrossed in learning. All thoughts of witchcraft, sin, and angels left his mind.
Six months quickly turned into eight, and eight turned into ten. Pastel finally found it in his withered old body to give Oliver the first trial of initiation. The trial was the Subtle Body, and Oliver passed in style. He had allowed his life to become one long library session. He mastered the basics, the rudiments, and practised his sorcerous abilities gifted to him at birth. Soon enough, he abandoned his patterned vestments. He buried his book of shadows out in the groves and plains beyond Radasanth’s city limits. He left them to rot with the smoking ruins of a post war island.
He returned to the home he now called his own, and requested he learn new spells. Pastel, at first, refused. Oliver was not ready to expand his repertoire. He was too young. He was too foolish. Oliver bemoaned every waking moment, but he did not give up. He washed floors. He scribed new books. He did every task the sorcerer set him, however mundane. A year ago, Pastel changed his mind. He allowed Oliver a single chance to prove himself. If he succeeded, then pastel would allow Oliver to wield his own sorcerer name. Though he would still be an apprentice (and would remain so for many years), once he had his own name he would be respected a in the magical community of the city. He had to find, and kill, Gideon Midwinter.
Personality: Inquisitive sums up Oliver Midwinter. He is bright, bushy-tailed, and ever eager to explore. He is a little shy and meek and easily intimidated, but this comes more from living in a house full of women and being the youngest more than fear. His personality can be tempestuous, violent if angered, and he lacks some of the emotional control someone of his age from Althanas proper has. This is due to the lack of opportunities to develop social skills beyond the adult realm he inhabits. There were few young people in the coven. He can get on pleasantly enough with those of his age, even if he remains a little distant and ambivalent as to wherever or not he is liked or cared for. He is loyal, dedicated, and utterly subservient to the needs and requirements of his present master.
Skills:
Knowledge (Herbalism): Through necessity, Oliver has adept knowledge of cultivating and preparing herbs. He can apply flora found on Scara Brae to a wide variety of uses. Primarily, curing mild ailments: stomach bugs, fevers, and light wounds.
Knowledge (Magic): Adept understanding of the principles of magic. He can apply logic and reason to understand magic sorcerous in nature. He still has much learn, however, as he has barely scratched the surface.
Literate: Oliver has excellent reading, writing, and comprehension skill. He has a delicate calligraphy and strong grasp of common. He speaks High, the traditional language of human sorcery, and understands a little Tradespeak.
Domestic: Average grasp of rudimentary skills required to live: cook basic meals, repair clothing, whittle wood, light fires, and do similar domestic chores taught to all children as part of their ‘wholesome upbringing’.
Abilities:
Touch the Heavens: Olive can telekinetically manipulate objects weighing 5lbs or less. He can spiral petals and small flecks of glass in beautiful displays, stir a spoon in a cup, and snap twigs, rip paper, and warm water.
Ignite the Heart: Oliver has manifested his soul’s element. This is fire, and he can conjure it in two ways at present. It is a developing and unpredictable magic, affected by his emotions and physical state.
I. A strong fireball that causes moderate burns, and a small sphere of bright light on impact equal to a blunt impact from a well-lit torch.
II. He can re-light small sources of flame by blowing on the wick or ember gently. The source must be able to ignite (not be wet or so forth).
III. With a clap, and a raucous expenditure of energy, he can extinguish all natural sources of fire within 50 feet twice per thread.
Stir the Winds: Oliver can always locate north. He can ‘catch’ rustling winds and manipulate them. It has no offensive potential yet. It only catches; natural winds, breezes, and thermals and redirects them at the same momentum.
Exiled: Oliver suffers a potent, divine, and tormenting curse. He cannot wield witchcraft, nor return to Albion (scoured from existence) on pain of death. Whilst a curse, the freedom to pursue sorcery has unexpected boons.
I. If Oliver ever conjures a circle or incants a spell that is witchcraft in origins, the Angels, powerful and divine and fickle beings will hunt, and kill him.
II. His sorcerous heritage unchained, all spells cast are one level higher in strength than his current level.
III. Oliver is so in tune with sorcery that he cannot work magic, which inhibits it. As such, he has no dispel magic or resistance to sorcery himself.
Inventory:
Apocathery Jars
Travel pack
Candles
Woollen blanket
Parchment, quills, and inkwells
Small chambers in Radasanth (study room)
Sorceror's Will: A jet ring ensorcelled to focus a sorceror's energy and mind on a single point. Once per thread, Oliver can utilise his telepathy in the manner described in his profile but lift twice the weight. Requires semantic input.
Sorceror's Heart: A clay ring enchanted with potent focussing spells that allow Oliver to store energies of the Heart Spark. This allows him to cast the spell instantly, one handed, twice per thread. He must aim with his ring finger.
Ecclesiarch Tomes: Oliver has two large books. These are resistant to water, light, and fire. They can veil their contents from anyone other than Oliver. The enchantments prevent the books from degrading due to general wear and tear.
Oliver Midwinter
3397
“An idea can turn to dust or magic, depending on the talent that rubs against it.”
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 10 stone
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Brown
Religion: Pagan
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Intelligence: Above Average
Literacy: Genius
Updates are in red.
History: Over the last two years, Oliver Midwinter has had a rude awakening. He arrived in Radasanth in search of a man. He sought his father, Gideon Midwinter. Bereft, aggrieved, and lost, he fell in with a man called Baxter Arlington. The debonair man promised to help the youth find whom he sought, but the demon tried to consume the wayward witch. Oliver fled their encounter in tears, his world torn to shreds and trampled on by fate.
With Albion firmly left behind, and his search no more near completion, he did what he thought well. Oliver sought a mentor. He searched the city, worked in kitchens, stables, and taverns to earn modest coin, and finally found someone who would take him in. The sorcerer Pastel allowed the boy to become his apprentice. Resigning himself to a lesser life, Oliver soon found himself engrossed in learning. All thoughts of witchcraft, sin, and angels left his mind.
Six months quickly turned into eight, and eight turned into ten. Pastel finally found it in his withered old body to give Oliver the first trial of initiation. The trial was the Subtle Body, and Oliver passed in style. He had allowed his life to become one long library session. He mastered the basics, the rudiments, and practised his sorcerous abilities gifted to him at birth. Soon enough, he abandoned his patterned vestments. He buried his book of shadows out in the groves and plains beyond Radasanth’s city limits. He left them to rot with the smoking ruins of a post war island.
He returned to the home he now called his own, and requested he learn new spells. Pastel, at first, refused. Oliver was not ready to expand his repertoire. He was too young. He was too foolish. Oliver bemoaned every waking moment, but he did not give up. He washed floors. He scribed new books. He did every task the sorcerer set him, however mundane. A year ago, Pastel changed his mind. He allowed Oliver a single chance to prove himself. If he succeeded, then pastel would allow Oliver to wield his own sorcerer name. Though he would still be an apprentice (and would remain so for many years), once he had his own name he would be respected a in the magical community of the city. He had to find, and kill, Gideon Midwinter.
Personality: Inquisitive sums up Oliver Midwinter. He is bright, bushy-tailed, and ever eager to explore. He is a little shy and meek and easily intimidated, but this comes more from living in a house full of women and being the youngest more than fear. His personality can be tempestuous, violent if angered, and he lacks some of the emotional control someone of his age from Althanas proper has. This is due to the lack of opportunities to develop social skills beyond the adult realm he inhabits. There were few young people in the coven. He can get on pleasantly enough with those of his age, even if he remains a little distant and ambivalent as to wherever or not he is liked or cared for. He is loyal, dedicated, and utterly subservient to the needs and requirements of his present master.
Skills:
Knowledge (Herbalism): Through necessity, Oliver has adept knowledge of cultivating and preparing herbs. He can apply flora found on Scara Brae to a wide variety of uses. Primarily, curing mild ailments: stomach bugs, fevers, and light wounds.
Knowledge (Magic): Adept understanding of the principles of magic. He can apply logic and reason to understand magic sorcerous in nature. He still has much learn, however, as he has barely scratched the surface.
Literate: Oliver has excellent reading, writing, and comprehension skill. He has a delicate calligraphy and strong grasp of common. He speaks High, the traditional language of human sorcery, and understands a little Tradespeak.
Domestic: Average grasp of rudimentary skills required to live: cook basic meals, repair clothing, whittle wood, light fires, and do similar domestic chores taught to all children as part of their ‘wholesome upbringing’.
Abilities:
Touch the Heavens: Olive can telekinetically manipulate objects weighing 5lbs or less. He can spiral petals and small flecks of glass in beautiful displays, stir a spoon in a cup, and snap twigs, rip paper, and warm water.
Ignite the Heart: Oliver has manifested his soul’s element. This is fire, and he can conjure it in two ways at present. It is a developing and unpredictable magic, affected by his emotions and physical state.
I. A strong fireball that causes moderate burns, and a small sphere of bright light on impact equal to a blunt impact from a well-lit torch.
II. He can re-light small sources of flame by blowing on the wick or ember gently. The source must be able to ignite (not be wet or so forth).
III. With a clap, and a raucous expenditure of energy, he can extinguish all natural sources of fire within 50 feet twice per thread.
Stir the Winds: Oliver can always locate north. He can ‘catch’ rustling winds and manipulate them. It has no offensive potential yet. It only catches; natural winds, breezes, and thermals and redirects them at the same momentum.
Exiled: Oliver suffers a potent, divine, and tormenting curse. He cannot wield witchcraft, nor return to Albion (scoured from existence) on pain of death. Whilst a curse, the freedom to pursue sorcery has unexpected boons.
I. If Oliver ever conjures a circle or incants a spell that is witchcraft in origins, the Angels, powerful and divine and fickle beings will hunt, and kill him.
II. His sorcerous heritage unchained, all spells cast are one level higher in strength than his current level.
III. Oliver is so in tune with sorcery that he cannot work magic, which inhibits it. As such, he has no dispel magic or resistance to sorcery himself.
Inventory:
Apocathery Jars
Travel pack
Candles
Woollen blanket
Parchment, quills, and inkwells
Small chambers in Radasanth (study room)
Sorceror's Will: A jet ring ensorcelled to focus a sorceror's energy and mind on a single point. Once per thread, Oliver can utilise his telepathy in the manner described in his profile but lift twice the weight. Requires semantic input.
Sorceror's Heart: A clay ring enchanted with potent focussing spells that allow Oliver to store energies of the Heart Spark. This allows him to cast the spell instantly, one handed, twice per thread. He must aim with his ring finger.
Ecclesiarch Tomes: Oliver has two large books. These are resistant to water, light, and fire. They can veil their contents from anyone other than Oliver. The enchantments prevent the books from degrading due to general wear and tear.