Charilaos Samaras's Vault

Name: Charilaos Samaras
Country Affiliation: Reim
Race: Magician
Tier: D-Tier [Novice]; [Heat]
Class: Magician
Age + Birthdate: 20 + August 15th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Androsexual
Personality:
Charilaos has always been one of those people that doesn't care about having many material possessions or if any at all other than his clothing and food for the day. To him those things are nothing more than something that weighs you down or chains you to a specific location. Which doesn't work at all for him as the free spirit type of person, going wherever he wants and having a good time with those people there. But there is one thing that he enjoys even more than hanging out with others and that is finding a good book to read books. Normally it wouldn't matter the type of book/scrolls, the story/stories within, or the fact of historical moments in the past but there is one kind that Charilaos reads very passionately are those that have anything to do with "MAGIC". Magic is something he wants to learn as much as he can about as he himself is a self-taught magician. Charilaos himself wasn't sure how or why he took to magic so well and quickly but he does recall that upon reading/hearing about some major events that had happened. These events were about his country of Reim vs Kou, and there was some either hidden person that had helped his birth land or he just had found out enough information about them. The only thing he knew was that they were a mage that could do enough to help out a whole country and that is more than likely what sparked him wanting to be a mage. Other than hanging out and reading books, there is one more thing he loves to do very passionately and that is dancing. Charilaos is one of those lucky few that has been blessed with the skills and talent of a dancer ever since birth. And that is usually how he will earn enough money to replace his clothing when they get old and raggy or enough to pay for food. But there have been times where in stand of being paid they just provide him with food and he wholeheartedly agrees.

Now when it comes to meeting Charilaos, most people would say he is a very friendly person that goes out and beyond to do things for people. There are things about his past that he won't share and when they do resurface in his own mind, he tends to get very violent very fast and it's almost as if he turns into a completely different person. Instead of bottling up just emotions to see like everyone else, this is more of something that his own brain has locked away from himself as in a safety mechanism. So it isn't something that he fully understands at all himself and his way of making up for these 'accidents' (as Charilaos calls them) is to do favors for them or give them anything he has other then his clothes and a small enough amount of food to make it through the next day. The favor(s) he agrees to are those that he can reasonably do and special activities can be provided to those of masculinity.
Likes:
Spicy, he has always been a fan of foods with some kind or a lot of heat added to the flavor.
Entertaining, enjoys dancing and using small amounts of magic to add some pizzazz/uniqueness to his performance.
Dislikes:
Murder, this is just something he fully doesn’t agree with unless it’s an absolute life or death situation.
Alcoholic beverages, he has yet to find any kind of drink that he enjoys and all the ones he has tried always with the nastiest taste in his mouth afterwards.
Aspirations:
Connected with two mages and two countries, Charilaos wishes to one day meet and get to know the mage that helped his home land out in its time of need. Whether they are still alive or not he plans to try and find them, so that there may be a chance to learn from that mage in some kind of way. Along with the possibility of a bridge between himself and them that could as well become a solid foundation of his home land and that mage's home land to get along/respect each other as the two of them will. On top of the two countries being willing to help each other out in great time(s) of need.
Phobias/fears:
Past, something happened to him that was so bad that his brain won’t let him recall it on purpose. But he really wants to know what it is and not knowing it scares him so much because of the unknowing/anything it could be. Whenever some of it does leak out it will appear to him as a flashback that causes instant rage and extreme primal instinct to kill or be killed that targets those in front/around him. (more information on this one will be located in history as for more details)
Face-Claim: Dionysus Thyrsos from Kamigami no Asobi
Hair Color: Burgundy
Eye Color: Green
Height: 192 cm
Weight: 72.5 kg
Appearance:
Charilaos has a slim and slightly built body type, but it isn't tone enough to see muscles clearly enough. Hair is a burgundy color, the style is short at the top of his head but runs down to shoulder length. His body language is very simple, as he is a dancer and he wears his feeling right out in the open without a care in the world.

Clothing of choice is that of a toga themed; A reddish-purple tunic with a black shawl that has a blue feather trim, a yellow rope belt, and a pair of caligae. Around his wrists are a pair of gold arm bracers and two ankle bracelets on each ankle at the same spot as the top of the cailgae ends. A thin gold necklace with multiple gold pendants along it and a gold choker against his neck with those same gold pendants around it as well.
Rukh Alignment: Black
Special Features: True self is locked away, along with those memories of the things that happened to him. Deep within his mind is lurking a real monster that wants to do no more than dance in the blood of his enemies. The only thing linked to his past that people can see are the scars all over his back and not one of them look the same as another.
History:
Chapter One: Zero to Five
Charilaos was born into that of a normal poor household, though his parents were just happy to be alive and to have a healthy child. As he was raised in Reim it had been common for him to be told bedtime stories from that area's history or even a bit stretched to that of entertainment of a child. There were many stories but after those of magic wielders or ones with magic in it seemed to be Charilaos's favorite ones. As he grew up with both of his parents, it did seem as he did tend to show more love towards his father and that didn't seem to brother them at all. This carried on for quiet some time so his mother had left it to his father to teach the boy what he should know. His dad showed and taught how to fight and hunt so that way if anything happened he could provide for himself at any given moment.

Chapter Two: Six to Nine
Upon the age of six, it had been around time where Charilaos would have finally started to bond a strong bond with his own mother. Their bond began to form as that of lessons on how to do things and keep one's self clean. He seemed to understand and comprehend things pretty easily while caught on to everything that was shown to him by her. There were two activities that he wished to know more about and those were; reading and dancing. His mother was a bit shocked by one of them but seemed really sure that he wanted to learn more of it. So she had been more than happy to teach him both of the things would show to be extremely passionate about while performing both of them. Those she did notice a theme in the books that he read more about magic than anything else and due to this she had stepped aside and spoke with his father about it. After a while they had both agreed to get their hands on as many magic books as possible and maybe get the boy a teacher. At the age of nine they had found someone that had been willing to take the boy in and help to train them in magic. Once his parents had told him about the teacher he was more than happy enough to rush out and meet this teacher he would learn from. So the plan was to let the boy go with the teacher for five years, yes it was a long time but the person had ensured Charilaos's parents that he would be well taken care of and safe. On top of that the teacher even told them that once he was done with the training he would more than likely be strong enough to be of help to his country and could even have a chance of joining the army. While they had happily agreed to it and so did Charilaos because he wanted to learn even more about magic but would have to wait till the end of the year so the teacher could finish out his job that he was here in their village for.

Lost Chapter: Ten to Fifteen
After being picked up from his house at the age of ten and traveled with his teacher at that moment, upon reaching the teacher's house the boy had been full of hope and happiness. Tho soon that would change quickly as they had entered the teacher's home and a few moments later there was some kind of strong tension had begun to form between the teacher and Charilaos. It had turned out that the teacher had lied about teaching the boy about magic and turned out to be someone of a very dark nature. The only reason he had agreed to take him in and teach him, was really only needing the boy to be a test subject and/or live experiment. Now this has gone on for four and half years. This so called teacher was much more of that of a mad scientist that used magic and torture to get his results. All over the body's back the 'teacher' would apply different elemental magic towards and as a result it would leave behind different features that would later in his life become that of scars as they healed slowly. Time after time the 'teacher' would do magic in front of the child without a second thought, it was because of that person doing that Charilaos had been able to find out on his own how each of the elements works. After almost five whole years, the boy had finally been able to grasp magic in its most basic state and the element of heat to break free of the restraints and escapes from the 'teachers' home.

Chapter Three: Sixteen to Twenty
Over the next four years, Charilaos had to find out how to fend for himself with what little he remembers from his childhood with his parents. In his mind he knew if he returned home and informed them of everything that had happened that they would only blame themselves for everything. When in all honesty it was their own fault for trusting someone that they didn't really know at all to teach their child about magic. So that was upon the time his brain had sealed and locked away the knowledge of his life between ten and fifteen years old, plus everything about his parents. It had been for his own and his parents safety and sanity, he would carry on his life the way he believed is the right way of things. By that he would read many books and dance for those around him that seem like they could use a smile or maybe just to make himself feel happy as well. During this time is when he had learned of the rumors of a mage that was about to help his home land and this put what little more hope he had left into people. So now he has three goals to achieve in his life span an those are; to become a powerful mage so that he can help his country, find the mage that once upon a time did help his country an form a bond between them on both a personal level and that of a relationship between his country and their, and that of being about to make everyone smile with his preference of dance to make those of his country happy.
Role-Play Sample:
FAIR WARNING THIS IS AN OLD WRITING!

Noa heard Summer say fairy and her eyes lit up with sparks, Noa had always wanted to see a fairy in person because she had liked them and their unique stories about them. Then the small fairy popped up in front of her and she squealed loudly in happiness. "Hello Laysha~ An the pleasure is all mine to finally meet a fairy in person. Plus you're very adorable little one." Noa had said while giggling out of happiness. Then Noa stop giggling and went quiet when she heard her wife speaking of how she and spiritfall couldn't really do much again the undeads. Noa had knew that she would have to protect her wife and spiritfall during this job and that was her only goal. "Summer! You guard be hide us because this is gonna get messy in front of us in a second!" As Noa had felt Chiyo's hand leave her own she had gotten into her own fighting stance. With one arm free while the other had been holding the cannon close to her side while waiting for the undead to get a little closer. Noa had placed herself in front of her wife so if anything wanted to try and get to her love then they would have to beat her first.


Noa had seen Summer take down two of the skeleton knights with some kind of ring-like blade. But the undead had got back up and Summer had to hit them again before they stayed down for good. "Great job Summer!" Noa yelled happily to her teammate while at the same time thanking her within her own head. She was thankful to Summer because now Noa knows that it takes two hits to knock them up for good. She then noticed five slowly walking skeleton knights coming towards her. Noa smiled, "Guess it's my to do something flashy.~" As Noa winked at Summer before she began to quickly store up a large amount of energy. Then a few moments later Noa had enough energy stored up, which she had let out that created a pair of purple dragon spirits right in front of herself. They had quickly charged at the five skeleton knights that for some reason had all lined up like baby ducks following their mother. Witch had knocked all five of them down temporarily, that is.


Noa had only seemed to pissed them off because once they had gotten back up they began charging at her. She had been shocked at their speed which caused her to panic for a second, with in that panic Noa had hit a button on the side of the cannon she was given before the job. The cannon started to make a loud noise so Noa aimed it at them hoping that it would do something useful against them while gripping on to as best as she could in case it had some kind of kick back. It had unleashed a storm of potatoes from the cannon which had put all five of them down for good this time. But due to the fact that she had turned the cannon on within a panic she had no clue how to stop the thing at all. So the storm of potatoes kept raging in front of her self. While Noa had done her best to keep a hold of the cannon so that it wouldn't get away from her and hurt them all.