Nicolaï
Nicolai hoche la tête au nouveau nécromance, et perçoit ses modestes honoraires. Après avoir dit leurs adieux, il part et commence à errer dans les rues de Londres avec une vague idée qu'il est censé être quelque part, mais ne peut pas penser à où il était. Il s'arrêta pour obtenir ses barrings, alors qu'il regardait autour de lui il remarqua une paire d'yeux lumineux dans l'ombre d'une ruelle. Nicolai soupirait alors que la créature se déplaçait dans la lumière, c'était un ghoul brouillé et grotesque.
"Ahriman, tu vas l'arrêter..."
"Venez à Nic, ce sera amusant. Pouvez-vous rejoindre la fête avant que le Ghoul ne vous attrape?"
Nicolai regarde le Ghoul alors qu'il commence à s'approcher lentement de lui. C'est une illusion, ça ne pouvait pas lui faire de mal, mais ça lui ferait du mal jusqu'à ce qu'Ahriman soit satisfait. Nicolai pouvait forcer l'illusion, mais Ahriman repoussait, il n'abandonnait pas ce jeu cruel. Nicolai commence à marcher rapidement dans la rue en espérant qu'il était dans la bonne direction. Pendant qu'il marchait une figure semblait marcher à côté de lui vêtu de rouge. Ahriman n'était pas là non plus, tout simplement une illusion jetée dans l'esprit de Nicolai. Par frustration Nicolai commence à réciter un rituel de conjuration élaboré, il n'a rien mis derrière lui pour qu'il n'invoque pas une moindre divinité dans les rues de Londres. Il n'allait certainement pas refaire cette erreur.
"Nicolai, Nicolai, Nicolai... tu réalises que tu te trompes, n'est-ce pas?... Non, alors. Je vais vous donner un coup de main, ce n'est pas amusant si mon Ghoul vous attrape sans une chance de combat... d'accord, trois pâtés de maisons au sud et quatre à l'est d'ici."
Nicolai écouta, et regarda derrière lui. Le Ghoul était plus proche, égalant son rythme et puis certains de sorte qu'il y avait une limite de temps sur le match. Il n'a pas eu longtemps mais il devrait arriver à ce shindig avant que le jeu ne soit terminé. Une fois qu'il était à peu près à un pâté de maisons, il s'est rendu compte où il était censé être, un appartement pour un rassemblement de mages. Comme arrondi un coin et remarqué la porte de l'appartement proche, il s'est précipité vers l'appartement en entendant le ghoul à seulement quelques pas derrière lui. Le moment où il atteignit la porte, le bruit du ghoul disparut brusquement.
"Bien joué, vous devriez probablement frapper ce serait impoli d'attendre dehors."
Nicolai a hésité mais a frappé de toute façon, alors que ses doigts ont frappé la porte Ahriman disparu et Nicolai était sur le pas de la porte seul.
Name: Morgan Riley
Age: 16
Gender: Gender Fluid tends to lean toward male
Appearance: Morgan is roughly around five feet and four inches tall. The complexion is a smooth almond brown. The general frame is wide around the hips and abdomen area as he mostly appears fat or chubby normally although his legs are filled with muscle. The hair has been died a dark red and goes to either side of the head in a short Dido hairstyle. The eye color is a dark brown.
As for clothing Morgan can often be found in a t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants with a large lavender hoodie that does down a few inches past the hips. Often preferring comfortable clothing and occasionally wearing more feminine outfits from time to time whether in a different form or not.
On occasion he appears as a small cartoonish looking polar bear creature in seemingly military outfit for the heck of it. It’s based off an old cartoon character and is often used to sneak around or into certain places.
Personality: Morgan tends to be a bit curious about small things now and then such as how a certain spell works, what makes a clock tick, and how would one create their own new language. Leading to a slow approach and look into things. In cases where things appear overly threatening to encounter or something quite dangerous to appear Morgan will tend to overreact or prepare to perhaps extremes. On the other hand toying with people often in a slight manner over something as simple as what their name might be or what they truly looked like can be rather fun. Being in quiet places with a handful of non-hostile people seems to be a rare and wonderful opportunity to indulge in whenever possible.
Country of Origin: United States of America
History: Morgan was born into a seemingly upper middle class family in Jacksonville, Florida. For the most part his life had been utterly fine if not a bit crazy during spring breaks because of various college students partying it up. It was not until three years ago or so that his mother got divorced and remarried to a man who had practiced magic to some degree himself mostly around illusions of some sort or another. Morgan had begun asking about practicing some magic as well and had been messing around with a fantasy language as well at the time. Quickly toying around with transformation at first before rather picking it up. About a year ago Morgan’s parents had come down with a disease or more or less a curse that was supposed to kill them slowly over five years (Morgan’s Dad takes the blame for angering other magicians). Morgan looked through some other spell and summoning books and carefully summoned Marbas using all kinds of magical circles around one another that were mentioned to bring safety and put on a bunch of silver rings just in case. Immediately requesting Marbas to take human form and the magical circles seem to quite save him. Asking Marbas about the secret about how to be able to cure his parents Morgan was told to become a better magical user in order to draw upon more power including Marbas’ to cure and cause diseases and to form a pact with Marbas to achieve such and head out toward England hopefully for better instructors. A couple of days of building up the gall and removing his left eye (with the help of some anesthetic) to help form the pact, Morgan drops out of school and sneaks on a plane ride to England.
Method of Magic: Transformation magic. Morgan’s magic more or less draws from constant rituals of change at the moment. Changing the state of something physical into something else and magic grows rather more powerful with the more drastic the change. The methods often used for ritual are folding origami lions and cooking rose petals and eggs seems to be the most replenishing. The magic is more based upon changing one thing into another such as Morgan turning himself into an animal or seemingly into an inanimate object or the appearance of a fictional creature or person. It is also possible to turn another person or being into something or someone else.
It often requires more rituals to build up magic in the case of turning another person or creature into something else but has not yet been attempted and will likely need practice. It could also possibly work on inanimate objects taking the physical form of something or someone else but this has yet to be seen or tested.
Demon Servants: Marbas (Might try and change this later on for a servant hellhound for a 'lesser' demon, but can't think clear enough at the moment)
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