Rael was born in the tower of magic. His family came from a long line of
mystics, some of them even amongst the founding members. They knew the
struggles for power, and the destruction of the mystics. The people who
knew of Rael's family were all killed around the same time the mystics were
destroyed. It had to be a secret you see, no one could know they had
survived. After many long years of preparation and hiding in the light, his
family persevered. The mystics would return one day, and the dominion of
magic would rule. Then it happened, the mystics were re-founded. His family
was elated, the time was at hand! That was when they found out, of
course, the mystics weren't really back. This was a farce, and his
family was enraged... They swore they would destroy those fools that called
themselves mystics, and would bring about their goals another way if they
had to.
Some years later Rael was born, and growing up he was taught his family
history, as well as being taught how important it was to keep his true
heritage a secret. He was taught the arts of magic that had been passed
down in his family and he took up the trade willingly. Fervor gripped him
growing up, and in his heart, he knew he would be the one to start it. His
family would return to their power, and glory.
Description:
A human sits here, looking melancholy as he observes the area around him. A soft hum radiates from his man, releasing an aura that radiates a chill. His skin seems pale, almost looking like frost has taken the natural heat of his body. His eyes are a dark blue, nearly black. His lips hide a smile that could chill a fire giant. Cold sparks dance about this man, causing the hairs on his skin to stand still.
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