Jasen "Dreamer" Masters
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"To protect you i must hold the sword, but while holding the sword i cant embrace you"
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Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Oct 10, 2009 15:02:23 GMT
Dreamer watched as the boy signed the paper with the newly repaired quill. Then, stood up to hand the document to Dreamer, who happily accepted. Taking a pack off of his shoulder, he placed the document along side his other precious possession, his violin. After returning the document to his shoulder, he stared back at the boy.
The gears in his head started to work
He began to think about why the boy was actually in this office, and why he had the right to sign papers. Whenever he had seen papers signed, like traveling visas and such, it had been the boy's masters that did so. This boy on the other hand had written without a second thought. Dreamer wished he could roll the document back up and look at the name.
Instead, he was more forward.
"Who are you?" he asked curiously.
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Jasen "Dreamer" Masters
Guild Member
Mage and Guild Representative
"To protect you i must hold the sword, but while holding the sword i cant embrace you"
Posts: 403
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Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Oct 9, 2009 20:02:41 GMT
Dreamer nodded as the boy spoke of White magic, which was apparently what Dreamer could do. He watched as he wrote it down and then looked back at him. When he said he wished not to press him for a demonstration, he nodded and waited for a form or some sort of documentation stating he was now a member.
If only it would be so easy
Then the boy began to look at him, and Dreamer could swear he saw the curiosity in his eyes. He snapped his quill and began putting a definition to white magic. When he was done, he presented Dreamer with a test. He must mend the quill that had been broken.
Dreamer took the two pieces of the quill in his hands and looked at them curiously. Then at the boy for conformation, when he nodded Dreamer went back to looking at the quills. He went over the night when he healed scarlet and began looking for what he had done. The only thing he did though was sing.
Singing?
That was the key, Dreamer remembered how he felt when he began to sing that night. The rush of power as some unknown force began to rush threw him, threw his words. Dreamer shook his head and figured it was his best shot. So he began to sing that song again, the song he sang to scarlet.
When he was finished, minutes later, he started down at the quill and waited. He waited for a whole minute before looking back up at the boy. "I don't understand.." he muttered to himself, thinking of what went wrong. He sang the song, but nothing happened. He sang the song that healed Scarlet's foot.
The foot, not the quill
Dreamer smacked himself in the head gently, a rush of acknowledgment coming to him. He had sung that sung to heal Scarlet's foot, not the quill. The types of healing must have been different. He searched his mind for another song he knew that could work for the quill, but found none.
"I'm sorry i cant remem..." Dreamer was handing the quill back when he stopped. What if he made a song? It could work, all he had to do was sing the words that were meant specifically for the quill. He figured it was another chance he had to take, and brought the quill back to himself. He cleared his throat and began to sing the first thing that came to him.
Although cracked and bent Your core is not spent Two parts of a thing That’s one part of a wing Broken and disposed I wish you reposed
Dreamer repeated it three times before he felt the magic rise up. It seemed to come from him and leave into the quill. He had his eyes closed as he concentrated on singing the song perfectly. When he opened his eyes he looked down to see a perfect quill in his hands. Dreamer grabbed it by the base and extended it to the boy.
"May i join?" he asked
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Jasen "Dreamer" Masters
Guild Member
Mage and Guild Representative
"To protect you i must hold the sword, but while holding the sword i cant embrace you"
Posts: 403
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Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Oct 9, 2009 14:41:32 GMT
Dreamer turned as the room illuminated from an unknown source and was met by a face of a boy not much older than he himself. Dreamer was almost asked to push a question about the boy, but there was no time for that. He concluded, out of assumption, that the boy was another apprentice who worked in this particular department.
"Welcome to the Guild..I'll need your name, and a demonstration of your magic. Also, state if you know which band of magic you wish to train in. If not, I will sort you depending on your demonstration. Please begin..."
The words sounded as if he had repeated them over a thousand times over. Dreamer wondered if he had arrived at an unsuitable time for the boy, but it did not matter, he was there now. Dreamer bowed his head and approached the desk. "My birth name is Jasen Masters, but my given name is Dreamer and Ive become quiet attached to that." Dreamer watched as the boy pulled out a piece of paper and quill and began to write.
Dreamer couldn't finish, simply because he did not know what his abilities were and what he could do. "Um, i do not mean to be rude but i do not know to call what Ive done" he said. After a moment he figured he should state what it was that he did, "Our caravan was attacked by bandits once, many were injured, one of which was my partner Scarlet".
He paused to clear his throat before continuing, "Her foot had been snapped and she was put to bed, no one dared touch her, and when her fever began i did not know what to do, so i sang for her and the next morning she was dancing". Dreamer ended his story with, "It had all been a bit confusing". "If you wish though, i would still like to demonstrate, if only to brighten up what looks to be a dreary day.
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Jasen "Dreamer" Masters
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"To protect you i must hold the sword, but while holding the sword i cant embrace you"
Posts: 403
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Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Oct 9, 2009 3:23:00 GMT
Knock Knock Knock
Dreamer focused in on the sound of his fist connecting to the wooden door. He was trying to block out the passing commoners behind him. He could feel their eyes on him, analyzing and making assumptions. Dreamer didn't know what it was that attracted such attention from people. Was it what he was wearing? Or was it that he, a mere teenager, was knocking on the door of the Magicians guild.
Both conclusions were most likely correct.
He could feel sweat running down his forehead as he waited for the door to be answered. When no one came, he knocked three times more. He waited even longer, and knocked three times again. Moments after his third attempt, a man came to the door with a grimace on his face as he looked down at him.
"What do you want" he said in a dark voice, the smell of liquor tainting his breath. Dreamer was unafraid by the man, he was more concerned with the crowd behind him. "Ive come to enroll into the..." he was almost finished when the man stepped back and threw open the door. He pointed his finger to a door not far off and said, "Enrollment office is threw there".
Then he left
Dreamer stood there for a moment, considering letting his mouth run at the mans rude behavior. He decided against it though and walked inside, closing the door behind him. He turned and walked toward the door and opened it, silently. He peeked his head in and all he saw was an office, a large but simple office.
Unafraid by the appearance of his surroundings, Dreamer entered and shut the door behind him. He walked further into the room and looked around, searching for someone to see to his enrollment.
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Jasen "Dreamer" Masters
Guild Member
Mage and Guild Representative
"To protect you i must hold the sword, but while holding the sword i cant embrace you"
Posts: 403
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Post by Jasen "Dreamer" Masters on Oct 8, 2009 8:40:18 GMT
Name: Jasen Masters “Dreamer”
Dreamer is his given name by the Gypsy people
Age: 16 (17 now)
Sex: Male
Appearance: Dreamer is an “odd” looking individual, odd being an understatement. It doesn’t just have to do with what he wears, which is usually what he was wearing as a gypsy. A thick brown shirt with the sleeves torn off and mended, a short white jacket over it. He wears a pair of white breaches with a large brown belt, which holds a long brown cloth over the front. The cloth has an intricate symbol of a white dragon over it. Over the bottom of his pant legs are white boots. Add a pair of earrings and other assortment of jewelry, and you have dreamer’s wardrobe. It also has to do with his physical appearance as well. He is of average height, and just barely has some muscle on his skin, which is lightly tanned from travel. His hair is long and shaggy, hard to tame, and so it often referred to as his “White mane”. He tries to keep it out of his face, and even has to tie it back sometimes with a brown cloth. That is only the tip of the iceberg though, no where near the limit in the sky. His eyes are the crown jewel of his oddity, since they are both different color. One is a golden color; the other is a light blue. Since this usually attracts bad attention, Dreamer often keeps his golden eye hidden beneath a bit of his hear.
Character: (Personality) For all his faults, Dreamer is a deeply caring person. He hates to see others, especially people he knows, in any sort of pain. This usually leads to him doing something both rash and rather stupid. On top of that, he had a sense of curiosity that cannot be stopped, which gets him into trouble. He goes threw great lengths to fill his curiosity and discover the answers to his questions. Not very quick to anger, Dreamer has found that his expressions and words can be used against others. Rather than showing his anger to someone, he tries to smile and degrade them with humor, which tends to make them angrier. Dreamer likes to be humorous and make jokes, whether they are appropriate or not. He keeps himself busy, whether it is by entertaining others with his music and dance or trying to study his magic.
Strengths- *Excellent Ability to sing, dance, and play violin *An acrobatic, very limber and able to dodge *Small skill in Pick pocketing and lying *Quick Learner *can stay calm and use his head Weaknesses- *Often angers others with his comments and expressions *Quick to join the side of the underdog *Limited education (To be changed later) *Too curious for his own good (Gets him into trouble) *Tries to “Fix” everything
Magic: White Magic
Weaponry Skills: Dagger, small blades Character History: Dreamer was born to a gypsy woman, and so he grew up in a gypsy caravan. He never knew his father, him mother never spoke of him and would not let him discuss or question his identity. That one speck of knowledge he had no access to is what started his troublesome curiosity. Since he could walk, Dreamer would sneak around and spy on things he had no business spying on.
This talent with spying, deprived from his curiosity, soon led to Dreamer learning the thief’s trade. Lying, stealing, he preformed them both remarkable. His mother became worried when she started noticing her boy’s constant disappearance, and convinced him to start playing an instrument along with the other caravan. This led to Dreamer learning to play the violin, which he seemed to be a natural of. His fingers, trained to be quick and precise, hit each note perfectly. He never learned to read sheet music, that wasn’t the gypsy way. Gypsy music was random, spontaneous, and exciting. Those were all traits Dreamer found to be the most interesting. Soon, he started to lie and steal less and less.
Now playing the violin, it took only a few months before he started to get more involved with the other gypsy arts. It began with singing, while playing the violin he would soon find himself humming a tune with the beat. That humming started to form words, and his voice took flight. The caravan would gather around when he sang, seeming enchanted by his voice.
Years went by and Dreamer became a teenager, which began with Dreamers interest in women, one in particular, Scarlet. She was his age and had joined their caravan a year before after departing from another. She was a dancer who caught his attention with her delicate steps and fluent movements. It didn’t take very long before he became interested in dancing as well, if only to draw her attention. She was the quiet type who kept to herself and spoke very little, so it took Dreamer awhile before she would accept to teach him.
Dreamer began as a very clumsy dancing partner. Having given up on his thievish ways for a couple months, his feet were a little rusty to moving quickly. He learned quickly though, paying attention and doing as he was instructed. He soon was able to perform without assistance, feeling the dance in the music. His body started to grow quicker, more precise. In a few short months, Scarlet and Dreamer were the most experienced dances the caravan had ever seen.
For over a year this was how his life turned out. He would sing, dance, and play his beautiful music. He seemed on top of the world, and no one could bring him down. Life was perfect, until the bandits struck his caravan. They were passing a mountain pass when they were attacked. Few were killed, most were injured, one of which was Scarlet. She had slipped trying to run away and had somehow broken her foot, she could not dance. Dreamer soon found himself at Scarlet’s bedside each night, skipping the time to dance and sing. He could not, or would not, perform without her. One night she was struck with a high fever and started talking in her sleep. Dreamer did not know what to do, so he sang for her. He could feel the song rising up, and when he released it, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He closed his eyes and just let the song carry him until it ended. When it did, Scarlets fever had gone away; Dreamer was thrilled for a moment before he was hit with a sudden rush, and fell asleep weary. He woke up the next afternoon to an empty bed, when he rushed outside to look for scarlet; he found her dancing alongside one of the carts. Dreamer just sat down and watched, his mind working its way around the events of the previous night.
That’s when he discovered, it was all his doing. He had healed Scarlet and may have saved her life. The thought of that scared, and excited, him. The knowledge of having that he had that kind of power. He knew what it meant, he was a mage. For months Dreamer thought about that power, but did not act on it. He feared what others of his caravan may think of him when they learned about what he could do.
He did tell one person though, Scarlet. He could not keep that from her; He felt she deserved to know. That and he was hoping she would reward him with a kiss. It took only a moment after telling her how he found out about his power that she thanked in just the way he had hoped.
Dreamer left it at that, he didn’t know how he should approach with his power, even though he was curious. His curiosity kept it in his head constantly for months. Then the caravan passed threw Camelot to restock supplies, and Dreamer found the Holy Grail to all his questions. The city had a Magic guild for people like him. For two days he scouted the place out, to see if it was legit. The day his caravan was to leave Camelot, he said his goodbyes, and stayed in Camelot.
It pained him to say goodbye to his whole family, the caravan. His mother was worried for him; she didn’t know why her boy was suddenly leaving. Only Scarlet truly knew, and she accepted the fact that their paths were to lead to different places. So Dreamer kissed her goodbye and watched as they departed from the city. Then he immediately walked to the mage’s guild, to see about being accepted as a member.
Sample Roleplay:
Dreamer moved through the open crowed in the streets of Camelot. Streaks of tears were still visible on his face after saying goodbye to his caravan. He still couldn’t believe he had left them to pursue his own future. Doubt started to slowly creep into his head with each step he took. He rounded a corner and almost stopped to turn around, when he saw the guild. Now seeing the building in front of him, he was filled with self confidence and purpose. He marched towards the guild doors, certain he would gain membership. He had no where else to go now, he had stayed to join. He had a pack on each shoulder, one carrying his violin and the other his possessions, which was little in comparison to others. He had no other option but to gain membership now, no matter what. He stopped at the door and waited for a moment, thinking. His mind played tug-a-war with itself. One side was doubtful of his chances, the other sounded almost too arrogant of his abilities. After some time he noticed people watching, and decided to act fast. Lifting his right hand, he balled it into a fist, and knocked.
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