Name: Sokurah El'Nath
Country Affiliation: Magnostadt
Race: Human
Tier: D
Specialization: Intelligence - Type VII: Strength
Age + Birthdate: 14 + 11/25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-Curious
Personality: Sokurah is a rather haughty young fellow, full of self confidence and witty remarks. His sharp tongue, capable of felling beasts with retort is possibly his most dangerous tool outside of a wand. This standing, he is basically like that one jerk friend everyone seems to love despite having morals that are questionable at best, a thing for the ladies, and a general disposition to brag about everything. Sokurah's sort of a habitual liar as well, and often brags about things that didn't happen. Part of the reason he's so likable despite being nothing but a fist full of vices is the fact that he's simply entertaining. He weaves fictitious tales, every story he spouts from his mouth is like some sort of bardic performance, and his cheery mood is contagious.
Despite his fun disposition, there are some people who don't appreciate his brand of humor, as there are people who hate puppies and kittens. For these people, he's placed in a situation where he cannot solve his problems with humor. He's not quick to the fight, but he's not a pacifist, and will quickly resort to magic in the case of combat breaking out. As a habit, he apologizes to his opponents that he defeats in combat.
Likes:'Adult' Clubs - Sokurah is all for the scantily clad individuals flaunting their bodies for money, and the times could never be better for it.
Parties - He is a party animal.
Dislikes:Stiffs - He's not in Magnostadt right now because of this dislike, many magicians are uppity and don't appreciate people like himself.
Ninjas - They're sneaky, good at combat, and don't talk much when neither apply. They're like the opposite of him!
Aspirations:Master Magic - He wants to learn magic, and become an idol amongst magicians. Since a young age, he was raised to become one of the best in the world. This was a goal that Sokurah has never lost hope in, and to this day he looks at magic as an ultimate force in the universe. He isn't afraid to experiment with magic either, in fact most of his days are spent studying and formulating spells. On the day's he's not being social that is, though just because he's being social does not guarantee that he isn't currently working on something.
Phobias/fears:Bats - He's got Chiroptophobia, and anything that is a bat or is bat-like will cause an immediate response of fear. He will fall to his knees, unable to fight, and basically break down for at least 3 posts. If he expects to be fighting anything that is a bat or bat-like, he can turn this fear into anger by getting really drunk. This is not the recommended course of action, as a drunk magician is a danger to himself and everyone around him. Especially him.
Face-Claim: Young Red Haired Anime Boy - Internet
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Rust Brown
Height: 1.5494 m (5'1")
Weight: 54.4311 kg (120 lbs)
Appearance: Sokurah is a young lad, vivacious to the point of having a nigh constant aura around himself. His hair hangs medium length, down to his lower neck in the back and the bottom his his ears in the front, worn in a style reminiscent of modern emos. His eyes are of a similar hue, though the coloration is more akin to a brick. In attire, while he keeps it simple for the most part, he doesn't lack style, wearing a rather elegant set of robes, which are loose and ribbon-like, allowing air to flow through comfortably as it blows. Along with this he wears a pair of standard 'arabian' style bottoms, which are as loose on the legs as his robes, but hug his waist comfortably. Further accessories are added as he attains them.
Rukh Alignment: White (Could be swayed to Black)
Special Traits: Nothing Extra, though some people might mistake him for a Fanalis.
History: Sokurah was born in the class 5 district, a magician in a family of goi. Since nobody knew immediately, due to the next to poverty conditions the goi lived in with minimal watching, his family got to keep him for right around a month. During this time, his family was probably the best set of parents to ever have a child. Sadly, the month following his birth, a practitioner of clairvoyance located him amongst the goi. He was pried from the arms of mother, who was killed because she wouldn't let him go.
Once Sokurah was stolen from his birth parents, he was taken into the upper levels, where his magical energies could flourish. A magician like himself was having his magoi reserves stretched to their limits early on, so when he was released from the strain, his magic pool was already on par with the weakest of magicians who could make it into the academy. A newborn, though, he was raised a bit before he would be allowed in. Growing up, he indeed was a very stock magician personality, he enjoyed the experience of learning new things, and asked far too many questions. He wound up learning a lot of things that he shouldn't have known even before getting into the academy.
He was around age 12 when he was entered into the academy. Sokurah's magic specialization was that of the seventh type, Strength magic. This made him a Black Magician, but he'd already known that. Warping the fabric of reality was pretty much something he'd been able to do anyways at the time, the test merely confirmed it for the 16th time or so. As a magician in the academy, while he tried to pretend to be a normal 12 year old learning magic, it was obvious to teachers that he was not ordinary in the slightest, he acted tired, but he wasn't tired. The physical training exercises weren't anything new to him.
It was around his second year in the academy that he made a trip into the level 5 citizen zone. It was nostalgic for some reason, as if he'd spent the happiest time of his life there. It was as if he was called there, by something. It was that day that he met his father, on the brink of death from Magoi loss. He didn't quite understand what was going on though, as his father could recognize him, yet he couldn't deny that he'd seen him before. Somewhere. They would hit it off, despite the dying condition of his father. Their re-meeting was cut short, by the executive magicians of the area making a sweep of the area, and his father was thrown into the pit.
At that point he would try and save his father, but he was just too weak, as the executive simply stopped him with no issues. That was the final straw with Magnostadt. He was putting up with a lot to begin with, the prickish higher ups, the people who took knowledge before camaraderie. So he would take his leave from the academy, only to return if he truly needed them, in the future. He would meet a gladiator on his travels to nowhere in particular, and wound up traveling to the Reim Empire with the man.
Role-Play Sample:- This is Zachariah by the Way:
The entrance to the fight club was dark, guarded by a pair of men, who simply asked for invitations when others tried to enter. It was a rather peaceful sight, definitely unfitting of the hardcore combat going on a ways beyond the door they guarded. Nonetheless, Zachariah was invited. Or at least he was invited enough, an elderly man by the name of Obediah Shaw received the invitation, but decided against going on account of the lot of the people there being quote on quote, 'Chumps'. So instead Zachariah was being sent, and he wasn't entirely too sure how to deal with such.
Upon arrival he was asked to show his invitation, which he did. He was allowed entry, and once he was inside, he immediately ducked a punch from a random person. He was the judge of the matches, and simultaneously the referee, or at least the man with no memories got that out of him after some conversation. It turned out, that getting entry into the club wasn't enough. They needed good reflexes, and needed to be able to win fights reliably. Thusly they held a small tournament before allowing people to become members of the club. Zachariah was the last entry they could let into the circuit.