Cela faisait plusieurs années que Reginald était entré dans l'Helscape. Plusieurs années de paix, de calme et de simplicité. Les missions dans cet endroit abandonné par Dieu étaient probablement la moitié de la raison de ses cheveux gris. Personne ne s'attendait à sortir de cet endroit vivant.
Et pourtant, il était là: Longbeard le vieil homme, glisser dans le désert comme un oiseau dans les airs. Pourquoi utiliser un cheval alors qu'il pouvait juste se lancer en avant et glisser? Il se déplaçait probablement au moins aussi vite que n'importe quel cavalier, et il n'avait pas à s'inquiéter de prendre soin d'un animal.
Non pas qu'il n'avait pas de cheval: aucun amour-propre de Mage ne serait pris mort sans un seul. Jonathan était son nom. L'étalon était plus récent, car à la surprise de beaucoup, Reginald avait survécu à son vieux cheval. Pauvre Malkovich. Jonny-Boy était un peu plus nerveux que son dernier cheval, donc Reggie avait décidé de laisser la bête derrière elle dans l'une des écuries Mage. Plus facile à déplacer sur deux pieds, de toute façon.
Normalement, il devait continuer à refondre le sort, mais comme il ne faisait rien d'autre qu'aller de l'avant, c'était une sorte de réaction automatique pour maintenir le sort.
Alors il a patiné, murmurant, "Devenir trop vieux pour ces absurdités." Ce n'était pas la première fois qu'il le disait, et ce ne serait pas la dernière. Mais qu'est-ce qu'il devait dire? A chaque fois que l'Ordre des Mages a pris vent d'un voyage dans le domaine des démons, quelqu'un l'a mis au travail, juste parce qu'il était l'un des rares mages à revenir continuellement vivant de l'endroit damné.
Jefferson est toujours revenu aussi. Bon sang, Jefferson. Longbeard a tiré son revolver fidèle de son étui et a fait sauter la terre quelques fois alors qu'il glissa. Derrière lui, une paire de stalagmites a éclaté hors du sol, puis a disparu tout aussi brusquement. Mince gamin pensait qu'il était chaud, il faisait tout sauter dans un demi-mille. Un jour, la puissance du feu ne suffirait pas.
Un cri d'alarme l'a surpris de devant. Apparemment, il était arrivé à la ville sans même s'en rendre compte, et une jeune femme pendant sa lessive pour sécher avait entendu les coups de feu et s'est évanouie.
-- Désolé, madame, dit-il, jetant son chapeau alors qu'il glissa. "Réfléchir à voix haute." Elle se tailla sur lui alors qu'il flottait pratiquement, et Reginald se rendit compte qu'il serait peut-être préférable de marcher à partir d'ici. Les gens normaux n'ont pas pris trop gentiment à sa méthode particulière de mouvement.
Il ne lui a fallu que quelques instants pour localiser le lieu de la réunion. Pas une tonne d'endroits appelés 'La Griffe du Diable' étaient autour de la ville de Devon. "Gotta soit l'endroit," pensa-t-il, et poussa à l'intérieur. Tout de suite, il savait qu'il était à sa place.
Arryn Flynt se tenait au centre de la pièce, aux côtés du Job et d'un autre jeune homme. Flynt était l'important: ils avaient travaillé ensemble une fois auparavant, et Reggie avait un peu de respect pour l'homme.
Il s'assied au petit groupe d'hommes, hurlant en reconnaissance à Flynt, puis se tournant vers le Job et tenant une main. "On m'a dit que vous vous appelez Essex. Reginald Dubois, heureux de vous rencontrer. La plupart des gens m'appellent Longbeard aujourd'hui." Il sourit légèrement et se retira au bar, où il commanda la boisson la plus forte de la maison.
C'était de l'eau pétillante.
Name:
Reginald Dubois
Alias:
Reggie, Stoneheart, Longbeard
Sex:
Male
Age:
61
Date of Birth:
August 3rd
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Longbeard is an old man, and he knows it. His sharply-angled face is lined with wrinkles, his hazel eyes are razor-edged and alert, his hair is gray and thinning, and his posture is sharp and indicative of a long life. He walks with a slight stoop, but he'll be damned to hell before he needs a cane. He walks on his own two feet, and his own two feet alone.
In his youth, Reggie was a big man: easily six feet tall, and broad as an ox. Nowadays Reginald isn't as quite strong as he used to be, but a strict regiment of exercise and diet has kept him at his fighting best. Put him toe-to-toe with any normal man thirty years his younger, and Reginald will put him to the ground easy.
His nickname comes from his beard, of course: Reginald hasn't shaved the bastard in ten years, and it comes down to his sternum in a well-groomed wave. It's as gray as the rest of his hair, but Longbeard takes great pride in his facial hair. He was once heard joking that the bastard who takes his beard is "the bastard who'll kill me dead".
Reginald's brand is on his left bicep.
Biography
Reginald's been a mage his entire life. From the get-go, when he was born to a tough father and doting mother, he had an affinity. His mother told him how a heaping helping of dust pressed up against their little house on all sides when he was born. There was no doubt as to his purpose in life, and as soon as he was old enough, his father shipped him off to train with the mages.
Earth mages are not unique, especially not in the Living Lands, where nearly everything is dirt and dust. In fact, they are some of the most common, with pure-earth mages being a well-known and powerful section of the Mage Order. With an endless supply of bullets and a large collection of well-documented spells, it is easy to train in earth spells exclusively, and never need to branch out at all.
Therefore, it is not Longbeard's magic that makes him unique, but rather his age. Few Mages of the day live to be as old as he, with most dying in battles, duels, or by accident. But Reginald was careful, cunning, and above all else, stubborn. From his earliest days in the order, even as a young boy, his teachers had to urge him to take more risks, to try some of the bigger spells.
Partly due to his stubborn nature, and partly due to a fear of failure, Reginald refused. Instead, he took the basic spells and spent a decade mastering them. While other young Earth mages were creating enormous cavern systems, or branching into fire, air, or electricity, to name a few, Reginald was mastering geokinesis. He learned every possible way to shave time off his reload and his formation of bullets. He practiced creating stalagmites day after day, really just too scared to try anything harder.
And so when he passed the final exams to become a fully-licensed Mage, it was to the surprise of some of his friends and classmates. Reggie had never shown any impressive techniques at his practical display test, but it was his technical prowess which impressed the masters. Reggie quickfired faster than any earth mage in recent memory. His aim was on another level entirely, and clusters of slender, lethal stalagmites all but annihilated the simple targets that had been set up as makeshift enemies.
It could be argued that Longbeard's mastery of the basics is what has kept him alive so long. He knows his limits better than anyone, and he instinctively knows if a bit of magic will be too much for him. After mastering the basics, when Reggie finally mustered up the nerve to try some more interesting techniques, he found them almost trivial, while other mages struggled desperately. In fact, Longbeard even invented a few brand new spells, which belong to him alone.
More than that, his intimate knowledge of geokinesis allowed him to develop a style of fighting as fluid and organic as the demons they fought. He learned to zip around the battlefield, taking shots from upside-down, mid-flip, that most gunslingers would be proud to hit standing up and steady.
For years and years, Reggie patrolled the Living Lands, gaining a reputation as a stone-hearted man unphased by anything. The name stuck, and Stoneheart has been active ever since. Despite his nickname, Stoneheart was a good-natured man with a quiet sense of humor, but he was first-and-foremost known for his deadshot aim, and his skill with the earth and stone.
As he aged, Reggie knew he could no longer fight with such aplomb as he had in his younger years. He began adapting, using his agility spells to aid in movement, instead of amplifying it. He could still move as fast as a man thirty years younger, and jump a good deal higher through his magic. No more flips, of course, but with his aim and his powerful array of spells, Reginald no longer viewed acrobatics to be practical or 'cool'.
A decade back, in XXX6, an old flame of his told Reginald that "he still looked like a baby-faced prattle". Exactly that day, Reginald stopped shaving, in a foolish attempt to win that woman back. It didn't work, of course, but by the time he realized it wasn't working, he'd already gotten too many compliments on the beard to quit.
For ten years, he let his beard grow. Somewhere along the way he picked up the name Longbeard, and since he never told anyone to call him otherwise, Stoneheart gradually became Longbeard instead.
Now Longbeard is one of the oldest mages still active in the field. He is sought after by other mages for his years of experience and his more...tempered outlook on the world. The fiery youths think he has some secret to his success, so it's always amused him to watch their faces fall when he tells them about his own training.
Reginald is also asked along on many important missions into the Helscape, due to his honed senses, mastery of his craft, and the fact that even the Devil himself probably couldn't scare old Longbeard.

Combat Information
Mage Status:
Yes
Equipment:
Paradiso: Longbeard's old revolver, Paradiso has been around longer than most Mages. A special make by an old--and dead--friend, Paradiso has a seven shot barrel, which would make reloading difficult if not for Reggie's magical aptitude. As it happens, that extra shot has led to a few interesting standoffs, where the enemy loses by counting shots, and counting them incorrectly.
Bertha: An ancient weapon of stone and steel, Longbeard won this short, sharp knife off an Ancient fourty years ago. It's balanced for throwing, though Reggie tends to simply control the arc of the blade with magic when he does throw it. Most of the time it's used in close range, bolstered by magic.
Tamarand: In that same game, Longbeard won Tamarand--a spear of middling length, the point is made of steel and the shaft is made of stone, but to Reginald it weighs next to nothing.
Pouch of Stones: A simple pouch carrying a variety of stones and metals, from rubies and sapphires to marble chunks and obsidian flakes. Used in his spellcasting.
Spells - FIREARM:
Stone Bullets: Longbeard's specialty is, and always will be, the earth. His bullets come from the earth, carved from marble, granite, obsidian, or just plain rubble if need be. Gemstones are fair game as well. Certain materials like the aforementioned stone types increase his magic's strength, but any old earth will do. In that sense, Reginald really can never run out of ammunition. A simple flick of the wrist reloads his revolver, and he's ready to go again.
Underspear: By shooting a stone bullet at the ground, Longbeard can aim a quick spear of rock, erupting from the ground to skewer anything above it. This is one of the most basic earth spells one can learn, but Reginald's decades of refinement allow him to fire off bursts of stalagmites faster than the eye can blink. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.
Chasm: Another common earth spell, a pair of shots opens up a deep canyon below the target, tracing the line between the two bullets. Useful for swallowing enemies whole, as the chasm only lasts for a short time. Or, in Longbeard's case, several chasms can be used to trap a land-based enemy in place.
Wall: A third simple spell, but made immeasurably more powerful through the use of granite, Wall, as it suggests, creates a wall of stone where the bullet hits the ground, protecting it's caster from incoming attacks. Can be cast with any weapon made of stone.
Sinkhole: A common, but complicated spell, Sinkhole creates a never-ending patch of dirt which looks identical to any other patch of dirt, with the slight difference of sucking anyone unlucky enough to be caught in it into an early and wet death. Used mainly as a trap.
Red Death: A specialty shot requiring rubies to function, this spell pulverizes the ruby into trillions of tiny shards, sending a cloud of razor sharp flecks toward enemies. If it breathes, the enemy inhales the shards and is cut to ribbons from the inside.
Guillotine: Requiring Obsidian to function, Guillotine is one of Longbeard's special creations. Upon firing, the bullet forms into a razor sharp disk, whirling at into enemies at bullet-speed. Guillotine returns in a linear path after being fired, often catching enemies unawares. Reginald has yet to find a material that the spell can't cut through.
Anchor: Sandstone based, Anchor is used to freeze enemies in place. Upon making contact with the enemy, a surprising amount of liquid sandstone flows over the target, hardening rapidly and preventing the target from moving. This works best for fast targets or flying enemies.
Boulder: Diamond based, the fired bullet grows to a massive size, steamrolling over anything in its path at ridiculously fast speeds.
Spells - OTHER:
Longbeard also maintains a variety of non-firearm based magic, of which the most prevalent are...
Flow: A movement spell which allows Longbeard to slide around on the ground as if roller-skating. While useful, it can also be dangerous, as if he is struck while Flow is active, Longbeard won't stop when he hits the ground. Instead, he will just keep sliding until the spell ends, after 15 seconds.
Launcher: Another movement spell in which a pair of small circles beneath him launch Longbeard into the air, letting him get a better angle on his opponents. Upon landing, the earth gently catches him to prevent damage. Only works with dirt or stone beneath his feet.
Geokinesis: Low level manipulation of stone, Longbeard can use geokinesis to create his bullets in a fraction of second, or to control his other weapons made of stone at a distance. This, for example, makes Longbeard's knife a deadly throwing weapon.