December Reigns
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Full Name: December Reigns
Age: 20 (18 at creation)
Race: Human
Birthplace: Central Capital, Cardinal, Earth
Status: Active
Faction: Power Wielder Hero, Tier 2 (1,000 ~ 10,000 PL)
IRL Years of Existence: 2 (Approved June 27th, 2004)
Fighting Style
December is a Shadow Mage. Most shadow mages are evil, by design. They draw upon the darkness that comes where light is absent, in all aspects of all things, and often do wicked deeds merely to gain favor within the shadow plane so they can gain untold energies. December, instead, has found ways around the evilness inherent to the craft, making only sacrifices that do not harm others, or herself to any permanent degree. Thus, she has managed to retain most of the purity in her heart, despite the blackness and corruption she commands. For this, despite her young age, she receives a significant share of both respect and fear. Nobody else has dared to venture so far into evil without being evil oneself, as she has.
December tends to wrap herself in the shadows, drawing upon the dark traits of deception and blindness. She obscures herself as a target, rather than focusing on a strong, central defense as most mages do. She splits herself into clones, and summons minions who tread in her wake and attack on her behalf. Often times, opponents wear themselves out trying to find her, hacking at the illusions and decoys in her miasma, while she discreetly launches weakening attacks that they rarely see coming, and even less rarely can counter.
Biography
December was born to a middle class family in the suburbs of Central Capital. Her parents had not expected her, and so she was gifted to a family unprepared. Still, they made sacrifices in order to support their family, and its newest arrival.
Mark David Reigns was a courier who specialized in sending messages to power wielders, particularly from various government agencies well funded enough to purchase his services. At least, that's what he told everyone what his job was, and that's what everyone believed. He worked hard for his pay, though it was rather meager compared to his talents. This was largely blamed on the government's ignorant treatment of the power wielder populace. It was well known that, while Mark was not a power wielder himself, he had a certain casual interest in the magical arts.
Dana Amber Reigns, formerly Dana Amber Quiox, was a senior chambermaid for a large local hotel. She had a dazzling, black-haired complexion, and was deeply in love with her husband. Her life was simple and mundane compared to that of his, however. She displayed absolutely no interest in magic, thinking it silly and dangerous. When her husband studied it, though, she always thought it was cute.
December, in growing, became attached heavily to her father, and was always interested in what he did, whether it was delving into the mind of the hermit power wielder or decoding Aenyllian runes. She showed an unnatural intelligence for a girl of 10 years of age, and her unusual interests ostracized her at school. She had no real friends,but that didn't bother her -- she had her father.
It all changed one day, when December was 11. A mysterious assassin cruelly murdered both of her parents, while she hid behind a dumpster. The wicked fiend accused her father of being "in the Order", and that those in it had to die. After the villain escaped, a tearful December urged her father, whose life was failing before her, to conserve his strength. However, he executed one final wish when he told her, "open your mind." In a rush of thought and sensation that left the young girl unconscious beside her deceased parents, December abruptly became privy to the entire volume of her father's magical research, including knowledge of her own psionic skills, which she had never even realized to exist before that day.
When she awoke in the hospital bed, and for many years after, December became increasingly withdrawn. She detached herself from society as she secretly endeavored to become fully aware of her new abilities and knowledge. Her thoughts were filled with revenge, though her advanced mind kept her plans subdued and her logic afloat. She passed through any number of foster families, each of whom welcomed her warmly, only to be forced to place her elsewhere, as she became unapproachable from more than a distant observer's point of view.
She found herself traipsing down the path of shadow magic, recalling that her parents' killer had used it against them. She recalled what her father had taught her, both in life and in death, about the favorite of evil sorcerers. The more her mind matured and wrapped around its seedy nature, the more she believed she could control it and force it into the forces of justice -- specifically, the justice of the assassin. She would make him eat his own filthy, arcane words. Even with her father's knowledge, however, she didn't know how to actually use magic. She scoured local libraries and contacted old family friends, who reluctantly turned over select tomes to her, for study. Advanced spells seemed to refer to more basic spells, invariably, and basic spells required something called an "infusion of the caster".
It wasn't until, after a disappointing dry spell in her quest for knowledge, that she found her solution in a book called "Historia Arcanum". She'd picked up the book in hopes that she'd be able to better relate to her troubles if she thought like a mage. She did better than she could have imagined. The book described the kinds of mages in the world; those who were born as mages, those who were "infused" with magical ability, and others, such as those who were genetically bred as magical weapons, and vessels, whose bodies were posessed by magical beings.
December decided that she likely needed to be infused, as things genetically bred were usually fiercely controlled, and she felt that if she were a vessel, she certainly would have figured it out by then. Being one born to magic seemed outright silly -- neither her father nor her mother used magic. ... Or, did they?
Her mother was quickly eliminated as a possibility. How could one so oblivious, so dumbfounded, so simply averted to magic possibly wield it? Her father was a much more likely candidate, though still on the unlikely end of the spectrum. She'd never seen him use any kind of supernatural powers. He told her any number of tales of how he'd nearly died from finding power wielders who didn't want to be found. He'd even come home once with a broken leg because one had scared him right off a cliff. In her calculating mind, she knew that it was still possible for him to hide his powers. Perhaps he even had a whole profession she was clueless about.
There was one way to find out for certain, she decided. If someone was born into magic, they wouldn't need infusion. Thus, if she had magical blood, she should already be able to cast spells, without further augmentation.
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