Pomrick Bloomsfield

Biographical information

Birthplace Elbion Born Died Age 22 Home Elbion College Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 5,7 Mass Average Hair color Red-brow n Eye color Blue - occassionally different colours Skin color Pale and freckled

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Apprentice wizard Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Darkweaver Created on Avatar ChatGPT

They say that magic is a dangerous and volatile force. None would agree more than Pomrick. Unfortunately, his family is indebted to the tutelage of Krellos Thunderbeard, a master wizard at Elbion College - and to Pomrick, a force of nature, a merciless god and a relentless torturer. Coming from a humble background with few prospects, when Krellos offered to take Pomrick under his wing, his mother was ecstatic. Pomrick, on the other hand, was crestfallen.

The only thing he possibly hates and fears more than his master is the spontaneous and uncontrollable bursts of magic erupting from him. This has only been further precipitated by the experiments conducted by Krellos on Pomrick - anything from polymorphing him into lizards, newts and toads, to turning him invisible for days on end and to teleporting him outside the college's confines, forcing him to walk for miles back. For one reason or another, his master has taken a special interest in his natural aptitude for resisting magic and causing it to warp and malfunction around him, despite considering Pomrick's talents, skills and knowledge to be sub-par, if not downright pathetic. At the college, he is sometimes known among the other students as the "Arcane Guinea Pig." While perhaps approriate, it has only made him a further target for bullying and humiliation, as if his inability to work a proper spell or his nervous demeanour wasn't enough.

Red, tousled hair covers Pomrick's head like a wild bush in autumn, matched by a sparse beard. His sky-blue eyes tend to be anxious and twitching, often darting around, expecting danger. It doesn't take much to render him slack-jawed, as his frail nerves often send him into a bewildered panic. Out of his scalp grows one, blue feather, usually hidden by his regular hair - a token of a previous experience - and he has grown an extra toe from his left foot. A strange mark has been ensorcelled into his thigh - looking like a sea-horse shaped glyph - and sometimes his right eye flashes spontaneously with a differently coloured light, particularly when seized by his wild, uncontrollable magic.

His shoulders tend to be slumped within whatever apprentice tunic he wears, and his attitude and demeanour subdued and curling over himself. When he smiles, it is usually a careful and rather shy one that emerges.

- A talent for ruining active magic around him, almost spontaneously. He is like a bad-luck charm around other sorcerers

- A real knack for knocking over alembics and alchemical instruments

- A true skill for tripping over his own feet and dropping every scroll in his satchel

- The highly mastered craft of losing critical items and falling asleep during class

- A keen insight into the punishments and dangers of failing to live up to his master's demands

- Uncanny experience with being subjected to various curses, charms, spells and pacts

- Unpredecented love for his mother. He is a mother's boy, through and through

- Excellent running speeds. Particularly in the opposite direction of monsters, magic, mean teachers or anything else frightening, really

- Decent stamina and strength, from carrying all of his master's books, scrolls, glyphs, tablets and other equipment

- A kind heart, genuinely wanting to help others. If not overpowered by mortal fear, that is

- A dapper hand at swinging a broom, doing dishes and other mundane or cleaning tasks. Usually, that is. If not distracted.

Pomrick often comes across as a stuttering mess, as clumsy with his words as he tends to be with his movements. He has almost no confidence in himself, ruined by years of oppression under his master and the mockery of other students and teachers. In many ways, he is a kind soul, often too pure for the world, which can endear him to some people - though they tend to keep that endearment secret, the less to risk becoming a target alongside him. He tends to avoid direct eye-contact, fearing ridicule or reprimand.

Sometimes, if shown support, he can become emboldened and be able to share good ideas with a good level of common sense. While his academics might be failing, his intuition (even if he rarely trusts it) is often on point.