Privy a suivi l'homme aux cheveux blancs dans un champ d'entraînement, Cliff restant proche. En fait, une Privy a eu un bon regard sur le terrain d'entraînement, il a sifflé avec un ton d'être impressionné. C'était un terrain rangé et badass, parfaitement adapté pour que Privy s'entraîne dans ses compétences magiques, ainsi que les autres nouveaux gars à essayer et
"Daaaamn. Cliff, tu aimes ce champ d'entraînement?"
"Je veux dire pas vraiment, puisque tu sais... le pacifisme..."
"Je veux dire quand même, c'est plutôt gentil."
Privy a enlevé son chapeau en jetant un seul sort aléatoire.

Une grosse griffe d'un matériau d'ombre sort du sol et frappe un mannequin sur le terrain d'entraînement, l'ouvrant et versant de la paille autour.
"Je l'ai toujours."
"Damn, c'était un nouveau tour."
Name: Jameson Privy
Age: 36 (Humanly speaking)
Gender: Male
Race: Etlocks
Appearance: Jameson is a younger Etlocks man, cursed with dwarfism so he's about 3'11". His facial features include a large black beard, coming down to the bottom of his neck, he wears a top hat, and has a long tattoo on the side of his face. His body structure is of course, short, but it's very resilient from damage. He is built like a truck, and made to last a while. His clothing includes a hooded cloak atop a button-up white shirt, and a pair of khaki trousers.

Privy was rather doomed from the start, as he was born very short and was ridiculed by any and all of his companions and colleagues. The first day of school was tough when you're a short kid, and nobody really liked how he was so secretive and shy. This continued for the man until he reached a maturation point, where he discovered that he can cast his fair share of magic. This enlightened his life and he went to learn how to cast more and more spells, eventually leading to recognition as a mage. Unfortunately, his luck ran out when he started trying to cast certain spells and ended up casting a different spell (One time he tried freezing a tree and ended up igniting it). While this would probably depress some magic users, Privy was rather excited about it, and began to start taking a stage name and becoming a children's entertainer, putting on magic shows and making kids laugh. It was fun for a long time, and eventually he caught wind of the Hunters Guild accepting new recruits, and eagerly went to go join and help kill things as the great magician he was destined to be.

Personality: Privy speaks in a Russian accent, and enjoys making people laugh and smile. He doesn't like to think his disability is a weakness, rather as a motivator for his success in the future. He is also friends with an war battle axe.
Weapon skill/choice: He has an enchanted war axe, but he never uses it. He instead likes to use his fists as his main weapons.


This is a sentient war axe named Cliff, and is a very strict pacifist. It has the ability to speak on it's own will, and also float around on it's own will as well, but that's literally it.

Notable ability: Privy is a self-proclaimed Magician. As stated before, Privy has become a master of magic, but has lost the ability to accurately predict his spells when he casts them, so it's sort of random. He knows one spell that he can accurately cast on his own, and that is a defensive armor spell, and is casted when Privy exclaims he is armoring up.
Other Info: Cliff the war axe and Privy have been buds for the longest time, and as such are inseparable.