Gabriel Oro Khastan

Gabriel Oro Khastan

Biographical information

Birthplace Vel Anir Born Died Age 12 Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 4'6'' Mass 156lbs Hair color Brown Eye color Dark Brown Skin color Pale

Political information

Affiliation(s) None Occupation Traveler Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Haloshooter Created on 03/22/2020 Avatar

Appearance

Gabriel is a short kid, the glow of youth is all about him. His skin is still fair and smooth and his build slight yet sturdy. His large dark brown eyes gleam with childish mirth and mischievousness and his brown windswept hair forms a messy mop on top of his head.

He dresses like a regular village boy or a traveler from Vel Anir, or in general whatever garb would make him stand out the least in any given situation or village he comes to.

Personality

He's got an unquenchable optimism about the world and especially the people in it. Friends are important to him and he loves to make as many as possible with nearly anyone he meets.

Life is all about relationships, even in hatred and war though we hope the relationship is brief in those cases, and he strives to have a good relationship with everyone he comes into contact with.
His force of personality practically glows which only seems to add to his friendly demeanor.

Gabriel is no ordinary kid. He's got an unbreakable spirit and a big heart, those who knew him would vouch for his kindness and giving nature. He's inspired those around him to follow his example, not living in fear and destruction but choosing happiness even in the darkest of times.

Abilities, Traits & Weaknesses

A Child's Blessing – Because of his height and light weight he's able to move very quickly and has become very agile.

Acting – He's pretty good at pretending, whether he's trying to pity a few scraps of food or coin from someone or presenting himself to a wealthy noble.

Higher Education – In spite of his appearance of a little vagabond he's very well educated and is able to read, write, and speak fluently in most of the different trade languages of both the common, elvish, orcish, and dwarvish tongues.

Royal Fencing – He's well versed in the art of sword play, a rare accomplishment for a boy his age. He's able to hold his own in a one on one fight with a grown man.

Charismatic – He has a diplomatic tongue when he needs it and he knows the various ins and outs of dealing with different types of people. His boyish charms definitely aid him in his diplomatic endeavors.

Herbology – Given his extensive education he is also very familiar with plants and herbs and he has a great interest in spell components especially. He's familiar with medicine and treating minor wounds, poisons, and diseases.

Mage Spellcasting – Since he was born he had an affinity for magic, it was as if he had a blessed life, loved by the flow of magic itself and blessed with many abilities. So long as magic is present in the area or anything in the vicinity he is able to cast spells to a greater or lesser degree.

Magic Sight – He has the ability to open his eyes and detect magic at will, he can see the flow of magic in an area, its type and its condition. He's also able to detect magical items and weapons nearby. He's not able to see through spell-like abilities if they are a natural part of the creature, such as the shape shifting ability of a doppelganger. But spells such as invisibility are not effective against him.

A Child's body – In spite of all his skill and power, he's still only a kid and hardly strong enough to physically overpower anyone.

Kids, am I right - Being a kid does make it tough in dealing with some people at times, those who sweep him aside because of his age and don't hear what he has to say.

The limitation of Magic – If he uses his magic too much he becomes exhausted since his magic relies on his own strength, and he has the strength of a child. He's limited to arcane, elemental, and light magic. Due to the light of his soul cannot use dark or corrupted magic or dark necromancy... Unless his soul became darkened in turn.

Too Much of A Good Thing - He radiates magic like a live radioactive battery. Great for his power output, not so great for trying to hide from magical sensors or detectors.

Biography

Gabriel was born in Vel Anir to a wealthy noble family. Since the day he was born he was a blessing, a bright spot in his parents lives. He was given the best education by the finest tutors who taught him everything from language and academics to swordplay and horseback riding.
Growing up he had lots of friends, his extroverted tendencies and joyous personality were simply infectious to those around him and hardly a single person could find anything about him to hate.

But his family had a secret, and he was the focus of it. He was born loved by magic, a natural mage through and through, magic was nearly every bit a part of him, but because of the Dreadlord initiative this fact could never come to light lest they find Gabriel and take him to be torn apart by the academy. His parents couldn't bare the thought of the bright spot in their lives and the lives of so many people becoming darkened.
Everyone, friends, family, wet nurses, servants, guards, doctors, neighbors, if they couldn't be bribed to be quiet or sworn to secrecy they had to be convinced to leave without telling a soul.

The plan worked, though it had to constantly be tweaked, especially as he grew older and his powers awoke further. He knew he had to hide his powers but that became increasingly more difficult with little chance to exercise it and no training to tame it. A new plan was formed by Gabriel's father, a plan to relocate to a safer country where magic was practiced more freely and where his son wouldn't be taken away from him.
Elbion became the target for their new home. Little by little Gabriel's father began liquidating and moving his assets, setting up a new home and a new beginning in Elbion.

But those plans never came to fruition. In spite of their carefully laid plans, bribes, and precautions, someone slipped. Gabriel had just turned eleven not days before officials from the Dreadlord academy began inquiring at the families doorstep, asking if a magical talent was being hidden there.
His parents denied it of course, but no one was foolish enough to think that the officials believed them. It was premature, but they had to leave, get Gabriel out of Vel Anir as quickly as possible.

A guard and carriage was arranged, the packing was rushed, but in the night they were on their way out of the city. Gabriel and both of his parents.
But that carriage never made it out of the city. It was attacked, the guard wasted, the carriage set to flames. His parents told him to run while they gave their lives to hold off the attackers, in the panic Gabriel found himself fleeing through the streets and alleys aimlessly, having no idea where he was going or what he was doing.

At some point he must have fallen asleep, because when he awoke it was morning and he found himself in a barrel. He was on his own and now without any support, but for some reason his spirit wasn't crushed. He vowed he would make something of himself someday. And his parents, whether they were alive or dead, he would make them proud.

He spent a year on the streets. During that time he was able to collect some discarded valuables that he could trade for new garb, and then he sold his noble clothing for some good coin which left him sitting pretty good for the time, but he didn't let himself get complacent. The search for him by the Dreadlord initiative continued but due to his sheltered life nobody was able to recognize him, and any who did had already been carefully persuaded one way or another to not reveal him.
But such arrangements couldn't last forever, and word had gotten out that Gabriel's parents were dead. The bribes would stop flowing and the tongues would loosen.

Gabriel wasn't unprepared though, during that year he managed to accomplish a little, carving out a little place for himself in the slums by making friends with some of the other urchins. This also gave him a little tap on the pulse of the city, and he was able to track the officials progress in their search for his magical abilities, the magical abilities that he was now practicing with in secret and learning how to wield efficiently.

Lore & Magic

His magic comes directly from the blood in his veins and every cell and fiber of his body.
It acts like a muscle that he can tap into and use like another part of his body, instinctively and without a second thought.
If he uses it too much he becomes tired, like he would if he were to carry something too heavy.
And if he continues to use it while he's tired the magic will begin looking for other ways to fuel his power, and it might take that price out of his flesh.

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