Name: Taraki Meyka
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 17th March
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Tattoo of a blue crescent on his right shoulder where it connects to the arm. Long jagged scar across back, running between shoulder blades. Extended canines.
Personality:
Tar is a rather unusual young man. He has a changing personality to say the least. During the day, the wizard is fairly docile, trying to rest up for the coming night. This doesn't mean he can't be active during the daytime just that it's a rarity. Taraki is very much in touch with his wolven side. It's not beyond him to go hunting on occasion and likes to curl up in a comfy position whenever possible.
He can be anything from dead serious to playful at the flick of a switch. This being said, Taraki is generally a very fun person to be around - bubbly and joking. He generally likes joking around, sneaking up on people and generally making mischief. The lad is easy to befriend in general, unless Tar gets a predetermined image in his head, in which much effort is required to override it. He tends to gloss over his past, learning from a cult isn't exactly the best thing to go shouting. Unsurprisingly, it's hard to pin him down at certain hours of the day. Sleeping most of the day and living under the moon was his way of life at the cult and he never broke out of that cycle. The lad tries to pray to the moon every night but sometimes he cannot without risk of discovery.
Tar has an annoying habit of clacking his teeth together when stuck on a hard task or magic, which is excessively irritating to those in earshot. The mage's mischief and self-assured nature is probably his most attractive feature, allowing for the classic sociable-and-confident look. This is closely followed by the 6" height and not unattractive face, the stubble complimenting this. In general conversation, Tar may scratch the back of his head on occasion. Don't worry, he doesn't have fleas - this is just a habit that comes out when the young man has nothing else to do or there's a lull in conversation.
Tar is easily angered when it comes to battle, his feral love for violence shines through and he becomes remorseless and vicious. He is at home taking orders from his comrades, but can take the role of tactician if needed. On the battlefield, he turns to a predator in his element and is as cold and unfeeling as the moon's gaze. You could even think there wasn't anything human there at all. Tar tries to minimize the amount of energy he throws about when not in moonlight - it's hardly worth it unless he can use powerful magic.
However, if Tar has to - for whatever reason - share command with another it does not play out well. Like an Alpha Wolf, he feels threatened and worried the other will screw up his plan. Tar is very much more at home fighting alongside close friends whom he knows, they tend to be more efficient. Tar doesn't show off and prefers physical combat, although the bright white weave of magic he wields does make a beautiful spectacle. That is until it sears through somebody. After growing up in a tight-knit community of like-minded wizards, he knows how to anticipate the next move and thought processes of those he has met. Every time he fights, Tar remembers that the entire reason for him joining a guild was to prove himself worthy to his cult master.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Motivations:
Fears:
General Appearance
Height: 6 foot
Weight: Umm.. Average?
Hair: Below-ear-length deep brown hair swept to the right.
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Very pale
Appearance: Standing at a confident 6 feet tall, Rin is the definition of a lanky teenager. Slim and muscled, his long brown hair hangs into his chocolate brown eyes. His ancestry has granted him canines that are noticeably longer than normal, even to the untrained eye. He usually wears dark brown hiking boots, black slim jeans and a white sleeveless shirt. In addition usual apparel is a jet-black waterproof with fur insides and a simple necklace with the guild symbol in gold.
Guild/Council
Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: Ice blue, left forearm.
Rank: D
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 17th March
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Tattoo of a blue crescent on his right shoulder where it connects to the arm. Long jagged scar across back, running between shoulder blades. Extended canines.
Personality:
Tar is a rather unusual young man. He has a changing personality to say the least. During the day, the wizard is fairly docile, trying to rest up for the coming night. This doesn't mean he can't be active during the daytime just that it's a rarity. Taraki is very much in touch with his wolven side. It's not beyond him to go hunting on occasion and likes to curl up in a comfy position whenever possible.
He can be anything from dead serious to playful at the flick of a switch. This being said, Taraki is generally a very fun person to be around - bubbly and joking. He generally likes joking around, sneaking up on people and generally making mischief. The lad is easy to befriend in general, unless Tar gets a predetermined image in his head, in which much effort is required to override it. He tends to gloss over his past, learning from a cult isn't exactly the best thing to go shouting. Unsurprisingly, it's hard to pin him down at certain hours of the day. Sleeping most of the day and living under the moon was his way of life at the cult and he never broke out of that cycle. The lad tries to pray to the moon every night but sometimes he cannot without risk of discovery.
Tar has an annoying habit of clacking his teeth together when stuck on a hard task or magic, which is excessively irritating to those in earshot. The mage's mischief and self-assured nature is probably his most attractive feature, allowing for the classic sociable-and-confident look. This is closely followed by the 6" height and not unattractive face, the stubble complimenting this. In general conversation, Tar may scratch the back of his head on occasion. Don't worry, he doesn't have fleas - this is just a habit that comes out when the young man has nothing else to do or there's a lull in conversation.
Tar is easily angered when it comes to battle, his feral love for violence shines through and he becomes remorseless and vicious. He is at home taking orders from his comrades, but can take the role of tactician if needed. On the battlefield, he turns to a predator in his element and is as cold and unfeeling as the moon's gaze. You could even think there wasn't anything human there at all. Tar tries to minimize the amount of energy he throws about when not in moonlight - it's hardly worth it unless he can use powerful magic.
However, if Tar has to - for whatever reason - share command with another it does not play out well. Like an Alpha Wolf, he feels threatened and worried the other will screw up his plan. Tar is very much more at home fighting alongside close friends whom he knows, they tend to be more efficient. Tar doesn't show off and prefers physical combat, although the bright white weave of magic he wields does make a beautiful spectacle. That is until it sears through somebody. After growing up in a tight-knit community of like-minded wizards, he knows how to anticipate the next move and thought processes of those he has met. Every time he fights, Tar remembers that the entire reason for him joining a guild was to prove himself worthy to his cult master.
Likes:
- Rain - The falling of water from the sky doesn't dampen Tar's spirits, rather it makes him glad that the lifeblood of the land is still flowing.
- Moonlight - This is self-explanatory for a lunar wizard. It gives him its power and for this he is thankful.
- Pets - Animals of any sort really affect the lad. He feels a connection to them even if they are wanting to tear his face off, which may not be the best thing.
Dislikes:
- Intolerance - Discrimination of any sort is a straight road to Tar's bad list. Being of an unusual background, he's had his fair share of this and tries to protect others from it now.
- Blazing sunshine - He hates the unwanted heat the sun forces upon all that walk upon the earth.
- Interrupted Naps - Naps are a big part of Taraki's life, wolves love their sleep and since he's expected to be awake during a significant part of the day at times, he needs them to function properly.
- Darkness or Death Magic - The enemy of the light is the dark. It's only natural that necromancy and the like wouldn't sit well with Tar.
Motivations:
- Prove himself - The entire reason he joined Lamia Scale was to become powerful enough for him to return with head held high to his cult master.
- Become the most powerful lunar mage alive - While for a fire-wielder to become the most powerful alive they would have to battle countless other mages, lunar magic is fairly obscure and their are few alive that stand in the way of the title. It seems achievable to Tar.
- Bring lunar magic to the masses - The strain of magic Tar wields is niche to say the least. Not many practice the ancient art of bending moonlight. Instead, they use flashy magics like fire. This can only happen once he finishes his second goal. Most of all he wants to find those with lunar genes that have no knowledge of their lineage.
Fears:
- Losing people close to him, be it love interests or friends.
- Disowned - Being cast out of the guild for being different, losing friends because of his strange magic and most of all never proving himself to the cult that he was born to.
- Claustrophobia - Being trapped in an enclosed space makes Tar freak and lose all logical thought.
General Appearance
Height: 6 foot
Weight: Umm.. Average?
Hair: Below-ear-length deep brown hair swept to the right.
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Very pale
Appearance: Standing at a confident 6 feet tall, Rin is the definition of a lanky teenager. Slim and muscled, his long brown hair hangs into his chocolate brown eyes. His ancestry has granted him canines that are noticeably longer than normal, even to the untrained eye. He usually wears dark brown hiking boots, black slim jeans and a white sleeveless shirt. In addition usual apparel is a jet-black waterproof with fur insides and a simple necklace with the guild symbol in gold.
Guild/Council
Guild: Lamia Scale
Tattoo: Ice blue, left forearm.
Rank: D
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