Name: Theseus Brightwater
Gender:Male
Sexuality (optional): so totally straight always and not constantly two seconds away from a gay panic attack any time he so much as glimpses pretty man (gay, he's going to be so very gay lol)
Age: 17
Description:
(Picrew hehe)
Very short little man( like straight up 5'3 little) with long, dark brown hair. While part of it is pulled up and around in a sort of bun, most of it just hangs in a mess around his shoulders. His skin a soft bronze color, and speckled with countless freckles. His eye's are quite striking, a blue so pale they almost look entirely white. They're highlighted by these large round glasses of his,,,, gold around the frames,,,, and a simple charm with golden feathers clipped onto them. They let off this weird shimmer if they strike the light in just the right way, but Theseus doesn't seem to recall how he got them. Though besides that he looks quite average really.
Personality: Very shy and awkward. He doesn't seem too sure of himself or what's going on. He's still rather curious, at least, and perplexed by why he's been called to this place even so. He seems more interested in keeping to himself unless absolutely needed. At the very least, when he is needed, he'll do everything he can to pull through for everyone else. Even if it'll lead to him frequently criticizing and doubting himself thereafter.
Student or Teacher?: Student
Given or born with magic?: Born
Backstory: Somewhere, off in a looming and ancient woods, sat a homely little village. One run by the combined talents of skilled mages from all walks of life. Together they cloaked themselves in the welcoming natural arcane of the place and made themselves a small, comforting little haven. At the time, the people there figured that with their combined power and the difficulty it'd take to enter the magically fortified village that even with the rising threats of husks, alongside whatever lurked in the,,,,less,,,,welcoming patches of the wood, surely nothing could make it past
all of them. Alas, it would all be for nothing the day a mage of creation was born amongst them. After all, no creatures so desperate for power could turn down so great of an impulse. Unknowingly as time passed attacks from the outside became relentless. Though they tried, nobody could keep it up forever. What was created as a safe space quickly turned into a trap. The town was pillaged, leaving nothing and no one behind. Well, for the most part. One young mage, carefully protected by his parents stumbled down a ravaged street in horror. It's likely the boy,,,about 7,,, unaware of his own power would've been lost the same as his village had a frequent traveler not been lucky enough to pas by. Theseus was lucky enough at the time that said old traveler was willing to take him in, and for the rest of his life he'd lived off further to the outskirts of the woods, entirely oblivious to his own past. It came as quite the surprise the day someone came knocking at his front door,,,, something about "we've been looking for someone just like you-",,,,,,
Familiar:A humble little possum named Elm!
Type of magic: Creation
Likes:
-Plants! He finds it very relaxing and homely to go look after the gardens when everything else feels like it's just too much.
-He is a very curious individual. This leads him to rather enjoying adventure, if it'll help answer his questions. Though he likes avoiding any awkward conversations along the way and just do it alone,,,,,
-The beach, or more specifically, the ocean has always been a point of fascination for him. He's never been to it himself for obvious reasons, but he's read about it frequently enough and heard various stories from his caretaker to become completely enthralled with it.
-Believe it or not he's actually always had a personal fascination with potion making and brewers of said art. Being that it was really one of the few direct looks he had at magic,,, as far as he can remember,,,, throughout his life it's always been a particular point of interest. Even if he's never able to do it himself.
Dislikes:
-Social Interaction. I can't imagine it comes as much of a surprise that a kid who's spent his whole life out in the woods, away from most more common places with one other person isn't too socially prepared.
-Loud noises! Of any kind really. They've lead him to quite disliking thunder storms,,,,,
-Expectations. He's terrible under pressure,,,, just snaps in half like a twig the instant anything impressive is expected of him. Mostly because he's well aware he'll find a way to elaborately destroy all said expectations, and he really doesn't like that feeling of disappointing others.
-Sudden an unexpected change. It's a bit funny really, since his magic is all about change, but to be fair things have always been the same for him. Literally for as long as he can remember he's been in the same place, doing the same things. It's weird, because at the same time he doesn't like the taste of stagnation either. Really he's spent most of his life feeling like he's wasted it,,,,, of course it'd be a shame not to take these sudden opportunity. Unfortunate it tends to cause him so much stress, no matter what he tries.
Other: mmmm, I'm a big fan of snickerdoodles!