Post by DanteHyu on Jan 1, 2011 13:44:18 GMT -5
A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits
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Username: DanteHyu
Is This Character Canon?: NoLink to Audition Thread:
Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It
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Name: Apprentice Mage Galvin
Race: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Twilight Town
Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe
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Appearance: To start off with, Galvin is NOT muscular. The most he can lift is a stack of about two, filled cardboard boxes. He’s a very lank man with a bit of tallness behind him. His hair is a red color and is shaggy, akin to a mop after cleaning copious amounts of kool-aid, which doesn’t work well with his dark brown eyes. He still looks his age, despite his skinny figure.
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Daniel wears a special set of "Trainer Clothing" that consists mostly of the color white and light blue, with a touch of purple. He wears a white tunic with light blue seams and strings for tieing it all together. From the openings at the shoulders, Daniel has short sleeves of blue cloth with white near the armpit sections. Around his waist is a brown and purple waist band to keep him from killing his back while he trains and dodges moves. A white sash with a purple border comes to the knees in length, covering much of his dark purple pants from the front. The boots are rimmed with purple with a light blue base color. There are dark purple sleeves coming from the shorter sleeves and they hide inside of a pair of purple gloves with blue stripes.
Personality:•General Persona: See Inner Thoughts
•Inner Thought Process: Galvin is normally a very energetic individual with confidence in his abilities. He's not to be mistaken for someone who's hyper, though. He's just ready for anything, is all. He's a very kind person to most people and barely keeps grudges against individuals. Those who are unfortunate enough to have a grudge are met with a much more serious side of Galvin. During these times, he's quiet and always thinking, often nodding off into space and disappearing within his thoughts. For his elders he shows great respect and believes that even the elders who are merely townsfolk have a lesson to be learned from their infinite knowledge, even if the knowledge is only how to better clean one's ears. He can also be quite the flirtatious young man if given the chance with a young lady of proper age. In tight spots, the mage becomes less effective, though, due to the lack of time to think and whatnot.
He fights to the end, no matter the cost on his part, but if the situation could get his friends hurt, he'd gladly give them cover as they try to get to a safer area, or if he just needs to protect them. Thus, his clearest weakness is the devotion to protect his friends and make every stand to keep them out of harm's way. If dying is the answer, then so be it. Honor to Galvin is the most important thing next to food and water. If he quit on something without trying to win and without giving it his all, he'd be disgracing the memory of his Master. Not only that, but he'd lose, or die, with the knowledge of his disgrace on his shoulders.
Love is also another strong weakness to him. As his Master once said, "Emotions aren't meaningless and pushing them away is horrible, but one should always know how to control said emotions." Everything such as hate, anger, happiness, and sadness can be controlled quite well, but when love gets into the mix, his Heart pushes him to protect the woman he loves, even if she wouldn't love him back. This can only really be said about true love, though; Love that his Heart know is right, which keeps him from protecting every woman in the area.
•Fears: Spell backfires. Losing friends. Losing himself to the darkness.
•Pleasures: Learning stronger spells. Sitting down with his back against the wall and talking to friends. Strawberry milkshakes.
•Quirks: Galvin isn’t a short-tempered guy. It takes quite a lot to get him fired up, but when he does get bothered, he’ll screw all of his Master’s teachings and will attempt to melt the head off of the one who annoyed him.But With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility
Character Class: Initiate, Tier 1
Stats:
•Strength: 2
•Cunning: 25
•Agility: 3
Weapons:
Weapons:
Primary Weapon Name: Mythril Rod
Primary Weapon Type: Stave
Primary Weapon Description: The Mythril Rod is a staff of blue color. It’s basically a two-and-a-half foot rod adorned with a crystal ball at the top. This crystal sometimes acts as the focal point where his magic is released. The Mythril Rod, or any other type of stave, makes it easier for young magicians to concentrate and use their magic effectively.
Secondary Weapon Name: Galvin’s Dagger
Secondary Weapon Type: Dagger
Secondary Weapon Description: A simple dagger with a small orb on the bottom of the hilt. Acts not only as a back-up weapon, but another point where the mage can release his magic from.
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But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"
[/b][/size][/center][/u]History: ~~~~Üëöá~~~~
"Happy Birthday, Galvin! Aren't you happy to finally be thirteen!?" In a neighborhood somewhere in the middle of town, a birthday was going on. All of the neighborhood kids were invited to come over and have fun just messing around. This was Galvin's last birthday party that his mother could host before he went off to a private school in another area. His mother pleaded and begged to have him let her host this last party and he gave in and said yes. It wasn't at all as bad as he had thought, the party. It was just some of his presents on the table, along with his chocolate cake. The party was pretty much devoid of any parents, other than one popping in and out every now and then to check up.
Galvin shrugged his shoulders as he lazily plopped onto one of the tan couches in the living room, where the party was taking place. "I guess so. It's not much different from being twelve, you know? Did you feel different when you were thirteen," he asked his friend Charles. "Absolutely! I felt plenty different! I was finally considered a teenager! I'd be a lot happier if I were you, Galvin. The older kids won't pick on you as much anymore." Galvin gave a little chuckle and turned to look at his presents, but instead noticed a pamphlet on the coffee table, his eyes examining the cover. He leaned over to pick it up and opened it to read the contents. This was a pamphlet about his private school.
Inside, the articles described how prestigious the academy was and how rigorous the studies would be. It displayed pictures of some students and of the school building and court yard. Suddenly, as he read every last word on each page, his heart began to sink. Galvin could feel a type of depression wash over him. This school was going to give him much better job opportunities and his parents would be proud of him, but was this what he wanted? The birthday boy examined the room around him, noticing all of the laughing and smiling faces. Was he the only one that wasn't feeling excited about the opportunity he was presented with?
"Okay, guys! Come on over to the table! We're about to eat! Come on, Galvin! Don't you want to open your presents?" Galvin didn't want to ruin the party for everyone else, so he quickly put on a fake smile and made his way to the table, taking his seat near the cake. The lights dimmed down and the candles were lit as everyone sang happy birthday to him. When they all finished, his mother said, "Now you can blow out the candles and make a wish. Make it a good one, okay baby?" Galvin nodded and stared at the flames as they danced on the candle wick. He knew exactly what he wanted the most. He took a deep breath, made sure spit wouldn't go flying everywhere, and blew out the candles in one fell swoop.
I wish... I wish someone would help me.
[~[~[ Four years later ]~]~]
"What are you going to do for a job, Galvin? Hm!?" His mother stood next to the kitchen table, one hand on the table and the other on her hip with a rag. Galvin sat in a chair, his eyes focused on a school book. He had stopped reading to listen to his mother for a second, but was now preparing to continue his studies. He wasn't prepared to deal with this bickering from his mother right now. He had already had a rough day as it was, but with his mother and father constantly on his case about a job, he couldn't get a break. "Talk to me, dang it! You're not going to stay here your entire life! You're not going to leech off of us because you're poor! You're no.... Look at me when I talk to you!" Galvin glanced over at his mother, whose face was as red as her beet stew.
"When you're forced to live out on the streets, I want you to remember that it was your fault! You chose to stay here and not go to that school! You chose to become this... this useless parasite that only sucks money out of his parents!" Galvin kicked the chair back as he stood up, hitting the lamp, his book, and a few dishes onto the ground, the lamp and dishes crashing into pieces as they fell to the ground. "I'm tired of taking you're crap! You wanna know why I'm tired all the time!? It's because you keep making my life miserable! You won't let me go to bed without your breathing down my neck! You and father both make my life a living hell!"
His mother pushed her son aside and stared at the glass on the floor with a look of disgust on her face. Galvin took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from her. "Look... what you've done! That's money out of my pocket! Why do you torture us like this!?" Galvin stared at his mother, baffled by how she said that he tortured his parents! How could she lie like that and expect sympathy or understanding from him. "You make me sick, mother! You and father both! You're disgusting! Take care of yourselves when you're old and nearly dead! I'm glad you hate me, because I hate you, too!"
Galvin grabbed his jacket from the coat rack and burst through the door as quickly as possible, his mother cursing him from behind the threshold of the doorway. He took one look back and saw his father join in with his mother. As he ran down the dark streets, he could see lights turn on in the otherwise black houses. Neighbors stepped out of their homes to find out what the yelling was about, but they wouldn't be able to see Galvin. No, he had already ran past the block by the time they had seen anything. He ran, and ran, and ran some more as he dashed to the park, the only thing he had left to remember the better times being a locket from his last girlfriend.
[~[~[ 30 minutes later in the park ]~]~]
It had started to rain as Galvin sat on a swing in the lonely park. He stared at the ground, watching the rain create ripples on the puddles under his feet. He would probably get sick, but who would care? Not his parents, that much was for sure. His mother's words rang throughout his head as he sat there, swinging slightly forward and then back. "Young man, what brings you out here at this time of night and in this type of weather? You'll get sick! I'm sure your parents are worried about you right now." That voice was raspy, like an old man with a sore throat. Galvin lifted his eyes, looking through the wet hair that had stuck to his face. There he was; a man who looked to be in his early thirties in a black rain coat.
"I could ask the same about you, minus the worried parents," Galvin replied in a more depressed tone, almost as if he had began to slur words. The man laughed as he showed the teenager a bucket full of dirt and worms. "You see, I enjoy fishing, but with the lack of good quality bait, I often have to come out on rainy nights and search for worms to use. This is a favorite hotspot of mine and I usually gather about half a bucket full by just searching around here! Now it's your turn to tell me what you're doing out here." Galvin showed a slight smile for a second before returning to his frown.
Galvin told the man his story about how he wanted something more than what his parents wanted and how he ran from home. During that time, Galvin had to talk louder at points because the man would go a bit farther to search the dirt for his bait. Now, he sat next the runaway teen on a swing, his bucket full of dirty, writhing fish food. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that story. I, too, had to choose between what would make me happy and what would make my parents happy. I left before it could get as bad as your problem, though." The older man patted Galvin on his back, giving him a cheerful smile.
"Let me be the first to tell you that I don't want you going back to that house. Instead, what I want you to do is go to a friend's house, stay there for the night, and then come to this address in the morning. I think I know a way to make your life better. It worked for me and I really hope this works for you." Galvin grabbed a card from the man and, as he read the print, the odd fisherman disappeared in a flash. There was no shadow down the street and no footprints leading to the road. What did this man have in common with Galvin... Who was he?
[~[~[ Next morning ]~]~]
This was the place. Galvin had followed the address completely. Before he came here, he made sure to talk to his mother and father. He told them that he was moving out and most likely never returning. They agreed and slammed the door behind him as he strolled out, a smile across his face as he did so. He didn't care whether or not he had to live on the streets. He just didn't want to be there anymore. Galvin walked up the steps to the building and looked around. He could see the building's courtyard where a giant circle of stone was surrounded by lush, green grass. The building was a large mansion of sorts that towered above him, his eyes unable to see the tallest tip from his position.
He rang the doorbell and awaited an answer. No later than a minute, the odd fisherman from the night before answered the door, a grin stretched across his face. "Welcome, welcome! Please, come in. Let me give you a tour of the place." Galvin stepped forward, examining the house and all of its elegance. The floors were of the cleanest marble he had ever seen in his life and the arches over doorways were magnificent. The stairs that lead to the above rooms were made of white marble with red velvet on each step and the handrails were made of smooth oak. "Do you like? I had this given to me by my Master Mage Lynn. He was a very artistic man and this was all his work, right down to the very last detail."
"It's amazing! I can't believe that a place so beautiful exists." "If you think this is interesting, wait till you see the study." Taking the stairs up was a bit tiring, but it was worth it. There were more than three floors in this huge building, each floor having a bedroom and a bathroom, then many other rooms for random things such as the study, the art studio, and a room of nothing but mirrors. As he followed the man into the study, Galvin became aware of one single fact; he had no idea who this guy was. "Sir," Galvin began, "I'm not sure we've exchanged names yet. I'm Galvin. Galvin Garland." The older man laughed heartily as he turned to face the young teenager.
"Why, you're absolutely right! My name is Master Mage Orcion. Why we're exchanging information, allow me to tell you why I've brought you here." Galvin and Master Mage Orcion stepped into the study and the teen was immediately shocked at the amazing sight he was witnessing. In this room was a fireplace, two tall bookcases full of books, a desk with a lamp and pens, a recliner chair and plenty of animal heads that snarled at the young man. The most amazing sight, though, was that of the full suit of armor above the mantle. It stood there, its armor reflecting the light of the fire and looking perfect. In its hands was a single blue staff that seemed to be the only unfitting thing on the suit of armor. "Galvin, I'm not just a fisherman. If you recall, I'm called Master Mage Orcion. That Master Mage title comes from me being deemed one by my own Master Mage. Also, recall the fact that I said I was trained in something. That something is the art of Magic!”
"W...What does any of this have to do with me, though?" "You... I want you to be my student. I will teach you everything I know about Magic!” Galvin simply stared at the Master Mage. "Magic?" "Yes, my boy! Magic! I will teach you the magic that my Master Mage taught me and I'll make you one of the best Mages in the whole universe!" Orcion shouted this with the biggest smile Galvin had ever seen in his life. "...I... When do we start training?" The grin on Master Mage's face grew even larger as he placed a hand on Galvin's shoulder. "Galvin... No, Apprentice Mage Galvin... Training will start immediately."
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It had been two years since Galvin had left home and become an Apprentice Mage. He hadn't heard from his parents since the day he told them he was leaving for good. He was now a man and all of his friends had moved on to lives of their own. It had been five years with Master Mage and his training methods for the use of Magic. It was now a Tuesday and Galvin and Master Mage Orcion were in the middle of precision training. The wooden staff in Galvin's hand lunged forward and a few grape sized balls of fire flew from the tip and hit the moving dummy continuously until little holes began to form together and become more visible.
"That's good, Galvin. You're becoming better every day." The Apprentice Mage gave a slight smile as he continued with his practice. He launched a few shards of ice towards the dummy and then hit it with a single thunderbolt. He was learning how to effectively concentrate on a single focal point and gather his Magic into it. Then, without any warning, Galvin messed up and the Magic backfired and the magic imbued into the inanimate dummy blew Galvin away a few feet. The mage trainee landed on the ground, waiting a few moments before standing up. He brushed himself off and looked at the Master Mage with a sliver of shame.
"Hahahaha! Don't look at me like that. There's nothing to be ashamed of. No one likes to make mistakes, but they help us learn to do things right. Go on! Show me your expert concentration!" Galvin immediately smiled and he stepped forward, lunging towards the dummy with his staff and bombarding it with small magic.
[~[~[ Days later ]~]~]
"Hi. My name's Candice, but my friends all call me Candy. You can, too, if you want." Galvin was out in the main shopping district, trying to catch a break and calm down after the rough practice he had just gone through. He had stopped by for a bit of coffee at his normal place and had sat down in his normal seat, when a chick in colorful clothing had appeared from nowhere. She had light brown hair with bleach blonder highlights that was straightened out to cover her left eye and reach her left breast. Her clothes consisted of all black. She was wearing a dress that came up to her mid-thigh. There was a plethora of black lace on the edges on she was wearing black gloves. One hand held a white handbag, while the other was placed on the edge of the booth across from Galvin.
Galvin smiled and gave Candice a nod. "Pleasure to meet you, Candice. I'm Galvin. Why don't you take a seat? I don't bite too hard." Candy giggled a little as she took a seat next to Galvin instead of on the other side. As she got closer, the Apprentice Mage could smell her strawberry perfume. At least that's what it smelled like to him. "I don't see men come to this place very often. You're one of the very few that do. Hehehe. I like a man who's not afraid to come to girly places." Yeah, Galvin's favorites place for coffee was a shop for mostly females, what with all the pink coloring and whatnot. There were mainly female customers and employees, although he did occasionally see a male.
This was the only place that carried the special blend of coffee that Galvin liked, though, so he forced himself to come here and get over the fear of being ridiculed by other males. "Yeah? Well, I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only guy that you've had your eye on today, hm? I can tell by your lovely figure that you get all of the guys lined up, don't you?"
Candice put her hand on Galvin's and applied a little pressure to it, putting on a seductive smile. "You're right about a little bit, but you're not the only guy who..." At that moment, a familiar man walked in and sat at the table, a grin spread across his face.
"Galvin, my good boy! We have no time to waste! Come on, hurry!" It was Master Mage Orcion and he was in a sort of rush to get Galvin out of there. Candice slowly slid out of the booth and allowed Galvin to get out, waving good-bye in a very attractive way and blowing a kiss.
[~[ The Manor ]~]
"Come on now, Master Mage! What was that all about!?" Orcion proceeded upstairs, motioning for Galvin to follow. As the two walked upstairs, Orcion explained to his pupil his reason for interrupting. "Galvin... I'm only doing what my Master Mage did to me. I'm keeping you away from any female, or male if you're like that, attraction until your training is officially done." "What!? Why don't you want me to have a little fun in between my training!? Do you want me all to yourself, or something!?" Orcion opened the door to the study and stood near the armor with a smile.
"Galvin," Orcion said as the Apprentice Mage shut the door, "I don't want any emotions taking over your judgment. Precision is based upon how much concentration you put into what you want. If your emotions get the best of you... You'll lose everything that I've taught you. I don't want you to be like that." Galvin took a seat at the desk and stared at the fire in the fireplace, watching as the flames danced. It reminded him of his birthday cake from when he was thirteen. "Emotions aren't meaningless and pushing them away is horrible, but one should always know how to control said emotions." Orcion used a bit of magic to bring down the staff that was being held by the suit of armor, holding it now in his own hands.
He studied it as if it were a textbook before turning around and walking towards Galvin. "Galvin... This is a weapon that I think you deserve right now. It was a weapon my Master Mage gave to me before passing on to the afterlife. He told me once that a student could be just like their own son or daughter and now I understand what he meant. I protect you like I would protect my own son, Galvin. You're all I have and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you because of my foolishness." Orcion held out the staff in front of Galvin, who examined it closely. He noticed that there was a blue orb stuck on the top.
"This, Apprentice Mage, is called the Mythril Rod. Once you're more skilled, I'll let you make your own staff, but this, for now, is the most powerful weapon you'll be holding for a long time." Galvin took the weapon and felt how light it was, still examining it. "Thank you, Master Mage. I'll take your advice to mind and will not disgrace your name!"
~~~~ÙìÝãá~~~~
“Master Mage! Master!? Orcion!?” Galvin was spending his entire day searching for Master Mage Orcion. He had searched every room on every floor. He searched downstairs and couldn’t find him anywhere. Not only was he missing, but the maids and the butlers were all gone, too! Orcion wouldn’t leave him without a notice beforehand. Galvin just knew it!
Why would he leave, anyways? There was so much he had left to teach Galvin and there wasn’t much time to do it! Orcion was getting older and older by the day and he was starting to get sick. Why, then, would he even think about leaving the mansion without the Apprentice Mage’s help? It baffled the mage and left him searching. It was the only thing he could do now.
Then, he remembered Master Mage’s room. He hadn’t even checked there yet! He was such an idiot for not doing that! Galvin ran up the stairs as fast as possible, hoping that Orcion was up there.
[~[Orcion’s Room]~]
He wasn’t there. The bed was empty and unmade. The curtains weren’t drawn and the only light in the room was from the tip of the Mythril Rod. He stumbled into the room, looking around for anything that would lead him to Orcion’s whereabouts. He could find nothing of the sort. With an empty feeling in his stomach, the young mage sat on the edge of the bed.
There was a crunching sound under him when he sat. He stood up and threw the covers away, finding the source of the noise. It was a single piece of paper. A letter. Galvin took it from the bed and carefully examined the contents.
Dear Galvin,
I assume by now that you have determined that I am gone. That is true. I’ve left on a journey. This is of great importance, much more important than anything I have ever tried to do. I’ve left to find an object of near limitless magical potential. The Philosopher’s Stone . This item is no mere trinket. It is something the can only be described as a Mage’s true meaning of life.
This is why I’ve left without alerting you. I can’t have you following closely behind me, because I may put you in danger. I love you like my son, Galvin, and if anything were to happen to you… I would surely end my own life. I understand that I have much left to teach you, but I’ve heard that a hands-on experience can have a much better effect than normal teaching.
If you must, seek out another user of Magic, whether it is a Wizard or another Master Mage. I strongly advise that you go and learn more arcane types of Magic, rather than stick with the basic elements that I have taught you. This mansion is left to you until I return. The maids and butlers will return in a day, or two. If you ever need a place to rest, you won’t have to pay money for an inn.
One last thing, my son; You’ve opened your mind and Heart to Magic and are learning at a great pace, but you are also susceptible to the Darkness. Do not let it overcome you. Keep a strong Heart throughout everything you do.
Best wishes,
Master Mage Orcion
He was twenty-one now, Galvin was. He had freedom, yet he was imprisoned. He was a protector of the weak, but he was weak himself. He had everything, yet he had nothing. The Philosopher’s Stone. He had to go find it to find Master Orcion. He also had to gain a more proper understanding of Magic and become stronger. This was the beginning of something much bigger than himself and Master Mage Orcion. He could just feel it.
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