Agrippa

He has no magic to speak of, at all. He's sickly and weak, but he was protected by his father from birth. His eyes aren't so much bright as they are watery, and every moment he makes has to be chosen carefully, as he runs out of energy easily. However, this didn't draw him into spitefulness, as it has with others. He's gentle and kindhearted, willing to lend a hand where possible and an ear where it's not, and often initiates dog-piles on the lonely. He enjoys art immensely, be that the burn and crackle of the alchemy cauldron, a painters palette when they are halfway through a masterpiece, or the lazy sway of hips to a tune. He's the best at the latter. Everything is a rhythm and will make the most of it, temporarily losing himself to it. He's mesmerising to watch and it's easy to forget that when he's done he'll need to lie down and sleep, and hope that no one finds his weakness appealing enough to call him a blasphemer. He wishes he could care for his god, but when he dreams it's not the gods he sees but pitch black.

Bio by Miasmajesty