James Blackwall
Comme James a arraché sa lame du mercenaire final, il a pris une seconde pour regarder en arrière à travers le cimetière souillé de sang. Les corps étaient parsemés entre les pierres tombales, jonchés d'une multitude d'éclaboussures, de coups de couteau et même de quelques brûlures électriques. Il a repensé il y a quelques minutes.
Alors qu'Élyre et Razer se repliaient vers la caravane avec les autres qui les couvraient, Jacques était resté derrière. Traiter avec les trois derniers mercenaires était le jeu d'enfant, mais il voulait s'assurer que plus d'ennemis étaient encore debout. En tant que tel, il se tenait seul, entouré de la mort. Le silence n'a pas duré tant qu'un autre groupe plus petit de mercenaires est rapidement arrivé et James les a rencontrés sur la lame, seul.
Il s'est retiré de ses pensées alors qu'il se regardait. Le sang a été éclaboussé à travers ses vêtements et a enduit ses épées, tout comme les flammes magiques dansaient et s'enrouleaient, et il pouvait même le sentir sur son visage. Il a désactivé le mécanisme magique pour regarder les lames avant de les laisser tomber sur ses côtés avec un rire creux. "C'est tellement pour être une bonne personne, hein Elyra?". En tirant à peu près un chiffon des vêtements déchirés d'un des cadavres plus propres, il a essuyé le sang de ses armes et les a réchauffés. En essuyant le sang qu'il pouvait de son corps, il jeta le chiffon et commença à marcher en direction de l'auberge.
Quand il est arrivé, il n'a vu aucun des autres. Quoi qu'il en soit, il a payé sa chambre et enlevé ses armes, les jetant sur le lit avec ses plaques de bras singuliers avant de remarquer qu'il n'avait pas ses provisions. Il s'est glissé de son manteau de sang avant de voir les petites taches de sang sur son pantalon, mais il est sorti de sa chambre et a cliqué la porte fermée derrière lui. Devinant qu'Elyra les a probablement pris pour lui, il a obtenu sa chambre de l'Innkeeper et a tapoté l'arrière de ses doigts contre sa porte alors qu'il attendait une réponse.
"Elyre? C'est James. Avez-vous mes provisions?"
Name: James Blackwall
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Eye color : Dark Red
Height: 6ft 2in
Skills:
General:Hunting/Tracking Athletics/Free-running Traps (inc. ropes)
Combat:Sword fighting (Specialised in Dual Wielding)Archery/Marksmanship
History: Trained since he was old enough to hold a sword, James is a veteran soldier and skilled warrior despite his young age. Orphaned at a young age, he was taken in by a retired instructor for the Empire's most elite soldiers, a group of Holy Templars known as the Shadow Blades, where he was taught the skills of a Shadow Blade, choosing to specialise in the use of dual swords. He enlisted as a soldier for the Empire at age 16, where he was deployed to quell various uprisings and such, eventually reaching the rank of Grand Templar. He came to fall in love with a young mage woman and saw mages in a more sympathetic light, until she was struck down by more soldiers. This pushed James closer and closer to the breaking point, where he finally rebelled when he was ordered to slaughter a village of mage sympathisers, stealing his first enchanted weapon and going on the run. He has had several run-ins with the Empire since, stealing more enchanted equipment as he travelled until he was finally arrested. He avoided execution because of his long record within the military and in return for his freedom (if you could call it that), he was forced to surrender half of his enchanted equipment and was placed under strict watch as an instructor in the Citadel, banned from interacting with the Magi imprisoned there.
Predisposition to the Magi: He sees Mages as an oppressed people that deserve to be given the same rights and respect as non-mages. His lover was a mage, until she was killed for an unjustified reason that she 'might' have been a threat, and he doesn't want that to happen to anyone else.
Personality: Hard and professional, James has been raised with a disciplined lifestyle which is reflected in his outward personality, but he also has a softer, kinder side that shows when he is relaxed and amongst friends. Having left the military, he is more easy-going and has a witty, sarcastic side to him as well. Those that know him would describe him as a 'roguish hero'.
Notes: He has illegally collected four pieces of enchanted equipment thus far: Mage-Breaker:His main sword, a Long-sword enchanted with magic cancels out and destroys other magic, the anti-magic looks like teal and black flames wrapping around the blade.Iron-light: Long-sword enchanted with magic flames, useful for burning enemies or starting campfires.Arc-stone: A powerful lightning stone inlaid into the elbow of his left gauntlet, allowing him to shoot lightning from his left hand. Continuous use can cause magical feedback which can cause him injury. Ward of Light: another magic stone inlaid into the palm of his gauntlet, although he can't identify which type, that allows him to cast a protective shield in front of himself. Can ward off low-level spells and regular physical attacks, but high-level magic with shatter the shield and the backlash will stun him for a short time.After his arrest, however, he was forced to give up Iron-light and the Ward of Light as part of his work-freedom deal. He does not know were they are being kept. His second sword is replaced by a finely made but un-enchanted long-sword, and his ranged power is replaced by a longbow unless it's for training purposes.