Alduous
Called Trickster Sometimes
Male
Asexual
Appearance:
He has a light blue marking like collar on his neck. There are rings and on the inside of the double rings around his neck are the suite symbols. He has a limp in his right leg from a battle years ago. The scar is still there. Also, if one looked close enough, they may find little scratches here and there that look a bit unnatural. Though, they are feint and he rarely lets anyone that close to him.
32 Years Old
Rank: Elder (Used to be a Strange Guard)
Personality:
A goof ball with a lot of vigor for his age. A story teller who will not only tell a story but show it too. Though his laugh can be scary. He himself is usually cheerful and always willing to chat. Always having a grin on his face. His age has barely affected his outlook on life since his journey had enlightened him on life as a whole. Though he can be scary when he isn’t happy. Always hiding something.
When he is any sort of negative emotion he becomes dark. A scary dragon that should be left alone. His eyes darken and his aura becomes dangerous. Also the smile on his face, if he is smiling run. A grin? Run faster. A neutral expression with lifeless eyes? Fly if you can and pray to the deities.
Even though he is friendly he never actually invests too much in any sort of relationship anymore. Perhaps something happened?
He also has an odd obsession with the suites for some odd reason.
Story:
Having been the type to always love stories he would bother any he could about such things. Going as far as to read scrolls and other such things for these stories. Always looking for something entertaining. He became a guard in his early years. Good at protecting but an odd fellow too.
Always bringing up a conversation with any outsider he met. He was a very good distraction. An outsider there for trade had some odd things he liked. Gaining a deck of magic cards and a deck of suites normal as all. Except they were oddly blank with only the numbers and symbols appearing on them. The Kings, Queens and Jacks were blank with only the symbol on the corners of the cards.
He learned how to play with these decks both. Soon he went off on a little journey. Promising his best friend and crush that he would be back eventually. However, that wouldn’t be for a while. 5 Years went by and he returned a bit... screwy.
He had learned the art of his magic. Able to craft illusions from his imagination. The stories he had to tell were amazing. Of Lairs and Wyres of far away lands. Legends of the locals and of ancient times. He loved it all. But he wasn’t unscathed. His swirled eyes were darker somehow. Eerie candles followed him, and ghostly hands flowed from his back. His crystals no longer shown that bright purple they used to. Yet he was still so excited to be home.
It took a while to get back into the Wyre but with some help he was accepted back. Though, he had found his friend now gone and dead. He continued his duties for another 20 years. Due to his ability to survive, he was allowed to retire. Now he is an elder of the Wyre. Though, he still enjoys telling stories to the younglings that come to visit him.
Abilities:
Creates minor illusions. Usually creating landscapes on the magic cards. If he tries hard enough he can make giant illusions. Though like any illusion they can’t hurt anyone. The ghostly arms can stretch 1 meter from the middle of his back. (Not including their normal length of his wingspan.)(About 6m wingspan so, 7m in total. How long the Ghost arms can get.) These things can attack and interact with others.
(Just realized that the link there to the skin didn’t work... urk...)
(Only collar as reference here)
~Proud member of the Light Flight.