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"I walk alone. I always have. I always will.. until the day someone forces me from this path onto a new road. I shall walk alone on these lonely streets. Only me.. and my shadow on this boulevard of broken dreams. So much has changed during my life, I am not sure of what is real or not at times."


"Standing in my way whn I had my powers... there would be nothing left of you."

Basics

Name:Raen
True Age:Over 7000, seemingly 23
Gender:Male
Personality:
Ever-Changing Personality:

Raen is a true Wild Card. One can never be sure of how he will act around a person, as he has far too many personality traits to pin what he as as any time. He can move from Cold and Hating to Gentle and caring in only an instant. His nature is just that, Nature. With no exact personality, some fear him, many hate him, others love him, while a few think he's a trickster others think he is a true saint. His knowledge is higher than even that of a sage and he is considered the world's lone Archsage, as he was once unmatched in battle with magic. He will retain this title forever, as he cannot fight with magic anymore. The Title of Archsage... shall never be passed on. As the best Magic User in the world.. has lost all his powers.

He has all morals, all ways of words, has mastered every language, even those of the animals and mastered every element. This power led him astray, which led further into his wild Nature as he searched for immortality. He became savage at unknown time's, remorseful when not savage and deadly or loving during other times. He is changing always. But if there is one unchanging factor, its his harsh words. Raen is someone who one cannot predict, he is his own person and takes orders from no one.

Until Elena came back unto this fool's life.
Animalistic Traits: The red brand on his forehead. This marks him as a Dragon Tribe member.

Height:5'7''
Weight: 101 pounds

Natural Abilities

Raen's Dragon Form

Spoiler:

Raen is able to change parts of his human body in part of his dragon form with ease. This requires no energy and he can also add wings to his natural humanized state at any given time.



[b]Basic Magic:

Wind Magic

Raen's is exceedingly powerful in wind magic. With thousands of years full of practice, experience in war, training and gaining the title of Archsage of Wind, Raen has crafted his own magic and tomes due to the sheer number he has created. He carries all twelve volumes on his person so he may never run out of spells to cast, though this does not he has no limit. This is just a way of always having something up his sleeve, per say. Thousands of spells per book, the exact number unknown yet he only keeps his favorites ready for use These tomes focus on blades of razor sharp winds that fly and soar at enemies while he stand and reads with a shielding cyclone of wind around him moving so fast that sound could not even get in from the outside.

His magic is also able to combine with other elements to form new spells he calls 'Magiks.' His personal preferences are Ice and Wind with a bit of electricity on the side. Though his spells range from a single wind blade to hundreds of millions in a single spell, from small gusts to violent hurricanes and beyond. Haen's winds are by no means easy to fight back against. He doesn't hold anything back and fails to see the reason for sizing up opponents he is about to kill. This calls him to call upon hurricanes and tornadoes much faster and save weaker spells for chaining. Though in his normal use, he doesn't use any particular spells. Only a manipulation-like tactic.

Magecraft Unleashed

Magecraft:

Crucible

Tombstone

Black Sabarrei

Wind Blade

Air Cannon

Air Palm

Past & Roleplay Sample

Character Background:
In 7,018 B.C., a boy branded with the mark of the ancient bloodlines of the Ancient Dragons was born too his mother, an Ancient Dragon of Elements, and his father, and Ancient Dragon of Elements. His veins, born pure of Dragon's blood in shifter form, the red mark adorning his for head revealing the Purest of Dragon Demon Blood. His name, Raen Vi Ratatosk.. His skin tinted red as the maiden's whom delivered the boy from his mother bathed him to remove the Blood of Brith from his body. A strange, that this boy was. He refused to cry, as if he was unafraid of anything. Growling when he was hungry or lowing spit bubles when angry or wanted to be held, even casting fire magic, blue in color to symbolized heat in the millions of degrees, at his mother and father, only for it to be destroy within five feet.

The baby.... knew magic. He knew its uses.

(Human Age: Three and a Half)
(Real Age: Eight-Hundred-and-Twenty-One)
He was.. extremely powerful.. even at his young age. One whom was not used to his growing spiritual pressure, would fall to the ground by the babe's pressure alone. Dring changing sessions or playtime,he often casted lightning magic, water magic, blood magic and even holy or hellfire magic. The power was unbelievable for such a baby, many whom sought the power were immediately executed for this grave act of treachery. he boy was to be protected, one who could control all elements had only been seen before, not heard, but the second time a fool tried to take him, young Raen struck the person down himself. Death Energy was seen coming from his small right hand, pointing his tiny finger at the intruder as the guards watched as the baby, killed the intruder by (seemingly) pointing his finger. The guards, frightened as the Mother came in and rose the babe from his bed, holding her child close as she smiled, so kind as she had a female guard untie her robes so she could feed her child. The woman ignored the courpse in obvious favor for her boy, whom came from within her womb.

Young Raen held onto his mother as he drank, as if he feared she would leave him again in a room with unknown people. This would never become of his fate again as his mother and father always kept him in their bed from that night onward. Raen seemingly so relaxed as he drank from his mother's breast. Now content with himself and his own family for the moment as she sat upon her bed, laced with crisp white sheets, love filling her eyes and smile as she looked into her little boys eyes.

(Age: Human 7)
(Real Age: 2,870)
As he began to grow, Raen took interest in reading and learning. His favorite childhood volume's were of forgotten lore, mystery, romance, fiction, adventure and fantasy. His eyes swiftly caning every page as his hand turned the page every four seconds, able to recall every piece of knowledge instantly by memory when his teacher's asked. Raen began his daily practice of Element Control, his knowledge of each element greatly increasing his capability by how much knew about each element separately and as a whole. His skill was amazing in his short stature of only what humans would call seven years old by today's standards. His practice of Fire was immensely fruitful, quickly casting down targets with high level magic consisting of combinations between elemental magic and manipulation. His father, extremely proud as he was, challenged his son to a battle of flames, which his mother swiftly declined as she lifted young Raen from the ground and moved awa as Raen snickered while his father bellowed out in laughter.


-The Mind, Unsure-
As his mother carried him, Raen began to think about... why was he.. a Dragon given these powers. The question and billions of answer's, scenario's and reasoning's flashing through his mind, but none fit. He was in thought the whole time. He knew the who. His Parent. He knew the Why. They wanted they're own child. He knew the where. Earth. He knew the when. 7019 BC. But he did not know how these powers came to be. When he asked his mother, she froze. It seemed it was time for... THE TALK. His mother sighed as she continued walking, telling her son Raen that she will tell him eventually.


-The Time, The Talk, NSFW

Spoiler:

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[Human Age: 19)
(Real age: 7790)

Raen's mastery of all elements led him to be one of the most powerful Suigura in history. He became wanting even more power.. no he wanted immortality. He began his search for the ancient lore of immortality within Iramasha Island's library's. His researching taking him all over the world, through hell and even into Hueco Mundo. Searching for ruins of the ancient civilization of Borzikn, he eventually arrived in Ukraine. More so Chernobyl, in this quest, Elena at his side. Together they sought Immortality. Two masters of the elements, few even being able to scratch them. They entered and underground ruin, placing a medallion into a socket the proceeding to turn the level that came from within the wall.

The large stone door's slid open, Raen and Elena seeing what they sought to acquire. A single book lied in this room on a stand of purest diamond. The seems seemingly intact as Elena walked over and took it in hand. Opening the book she began to chant the spells within.. the forgotten place covered in drawings depicting the spells for immortality.

As she finished... Raen collapsed to the ground along with Elena, all the power in their bodies being removes instantly, as if trading all spiritual power but sensory for this.. the fool's. He realised what the price was for this.

Immense power.

(Human Age: 23)
(Real Age: 9,430)

Raen and Elena his daughter and wife, had returned from their quest to find Immortality. But... this was not what they thought. They had been sealed for almost fifteen hundred years. Not knowing what lied ahead, they strayed unto their home, Raen's mother(also Elena's mother) and first wife running to him and Elena, squeezing them in tears. It seemed... she had been missing them for so long.

Roleplay Sample:

A windy ruin. That was all of what remained. This.. temple had fallen into ruin so long ago. The carving slashes from old wars, the burnt surfaces from fires and the windy alley's all reeked of war, destruction and death.. this place had been destroyed. Not only had this marble temple fall, but it was even further destroyed by those who would take the game further and attempt to leave nothing behind. Though, the winds played a different sound as they swiftly and silently buffed the ancient walls, now perishing away.. ever more.

They played.. a brutal tune today, as they whipped a cloak in the wind while buffing a single figure that the sun began to set behind. A white cloak, trimmed in a brilliant ocean blue surrounding this figure as the light bent around this said figure. This leaving this whipping cloak to seem black as it steppe forward, black boots... seemingly build from a black hide and armored with black scales. The scales emitting a level of magic none before him and none sense had ever achieved... a dark.. yet light magic... the aura of all elements imaginable pouring out of the scaled boots.

The white cloaked figure's boot clacked against the torn stone and marble tile fragments, some cracking further but repairing as the boot left each tile. This would... more than likely go unnoticed.. but one could not be sure. As this was an open place, yet none ever ventured here as it was in fact hidden away. Or at least.. it was.

The figure brought its right arm out as it suddenly stopped and pressed its hand onto the stone surface beside him. the figure was caught of guard as his hood blew down, revealing.. a man with darkened green hair, a woman to those who did not know him as he reeked with femininity. His red eyes piercing as he opened them from the dusty wind that had passed, staring intently at the surface he touched. An ancient language was engraved upon this wall.. the language of Gaia only few may know of as Galdr or Ancient Tongue. The figure spoke, his feminine voice was like feathers pressing a light wind. A gentle force.. but the words that followed were anything but.. some could consider them.. savage.

"How did some Inferior being learn Gaia's personal langauge..? The fucking half breeds who consider themselves anything like my race.no. They are nothing like us. We.. the dragons... beasts.. birds.. aquatic.. these suigura are nothing but importers. Yet they dare group me with them. I am the Black Dragon King! I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH LIES TO BE READ,SEEN,HEARD OR TOLD THROUGH ANY MEANS!"

The man's left hand came out of his cloak, summoning not even a fraction of his power to his palm as he removed his right hand from the wall and used a speed technique to remove himself from the ruins and to be standing in the sky. His eyes seemed aflame as his left arm drew back, bending his elbow as he braced his right foot sideways in his front, as he draged his left foot to an angel behind him. His now arc'd arm suddenly was forward, at speeds no normal person or even most spiritual beings could see as his mouth opened and forehead creased in rage, releasing unbelievable force... something unseen for over twelve thousand years. The true strength of a Black Dragon.

"BLACK FANG METEOR PALM!"

The land below him exploded in a blinding light that no one could possibly stare at. Its form expanding as a sphere of explosive power. There was no sound from the attack, considering as soon as the light reach five feet in front of this man... it sucked in quickly to reveal... a three mile deep crater. But then... sound was heard. An unearthly explosion occurred, throwing tree's, rock, plants and wildlife, even the ruin itself in fragments in all directions while disintegrating everything in its path to nothing.

The mans regained his composure, standing in the sky.. no.. flying as it seemed black wings of a dragon had formed on his back.. blood covering them. His wings beat into the wind as he bumbled up and down before glaring at his work one last time before flying away.



General Skills - Human Form
Durability: Master
General Speed: Master
Strength: Adept
Weapon Skill: Beginner


General Skills - Dragon Form
Durability:Master
General Speed: Adept
Strength: Master
Weapon Skill:Beginner

[u]Racial Skills
Sugiura Magic: Master
Animal Instincts: Master
Martial Arts: Master
Casting Speed: Master