Once, everyone had their magic specialty. From water to
weather, from changing the stars! Soon, though less and less people
began to use magic. Eventually those who still used magic were
hunted, killed and captured.
Even now, almost no one dares to utter the word. Magic.
A few of these mages still exist, but they hide in the shadows,
careful to hide their true identities.
Now, who are you?
Sylvia
Name: Crystal Wolven
Magic Specialty: Weather
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance: She has long, dark brown hair, blue eyes and glasses.
She usually wears a blood-red cloak when in public, but with
friends and those she knows are magic, she wears her normal outfit
of a red jacket and blue jeans.
Personality: Crystal is a cheerful person in general and enjoys
befriending others. Though she is magic, she is half-decent at
hiding it and can be seen in public from time to time. She is quiet
around strangers, and can be sarcastic and a tad insane around
friends.
History: Crystal learned the magic of weather from her grandfather.
She eventually became quite powerful, but at first she didn't dare
go into the public due to the fact she wasn't that great at hiding
her abilities. Once, after a year or so from her grandfather
passing away, she managed to go out in public with her cloak, the
cloak helped her feel like she belonged with the regular
people.
Steel
Name: Mitch Harken
Magic Specialty: Flames
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Glowing green eyes, brown hair, red t-shirt that has
fire, jeans, cap, and sneakers.
Personality: a emotional kid, he tries to be polite and is shy. He
is always trying to make friends.
History: When he was 5, he burned a forest on accident. He cried
because he was sad, later, when he was 10, he burned a house down.
All he caused was destruction.
Name: Mitch Harken
Magic Specialty: Flames
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Glowing green eyes, brown hair, red t-shirt that has
fire, jeans, cap, and sneakers.
Personality: a emotional kid, he tries to be polite and is shy. He
is always trying to make friends.
History: When he was 5, he burned a forest on accident. He cried
because he was sad, later, when he was 10, he burned a house down.
All he caused was destruction.
Crystal pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head as she headed
outside. Thunder crackled in the distance. Not now, she
willed silently as a single drop of rain plopped onto her head.
Crystal sighed as rain began to pour and she continued towards the
small village which was closest to her lonely old house in the
woods.
Mitch, who lived in a cave, saw the rain. He decided to stay
inside. "I shouldn't leave. What would happen?" He continuously
argued with himself and keep to a end. "I'll stay." He said.
The village soon came into sight. Crystal headed in the direction
of the market. Don't be closed, don't be closed, she willed.
It was closed. "Really!?" she shrieked, due to the village being
empty. Lightning landed mere feet away from her, striking a house
nearby. "Crap," she hissed under her breath as she took off running
out of the village with smoke rising from the fire behind her. The
fire would only last a few moments but it would still be quite
destructive until the rain put it out.
Mitch heard the Thunder. He looked outside, towards the village and
saw fire. "It's raining, it should be put out soon." He said in
hope. Andrew grabbed fire wood and put it on the ground. Sending a
small fire 'blast', he had a fire to warm himself.
Once getting out of the village, Crystal leaned against a tree near
the entrance to Mitch's cave. Soon enough, once she caught her
breath and managed to get her thoughts straight, the rain eased and
stopped. "I really hope I didn't burn down anything important," she
muttered to herself. The most common side effect to her minor
temper was lightning.
Crystal froze at the sight of Mitch. She pulled her cloak-hood back
up and looked down, trying to look like she was just passing by,
when it was obvious she was not.
Crystal narrowed her eyes as she looked up. "Not sure if I should
trust you," she said simply. A thin covering of fog moved through
the forest. Her hood fell down again, as if it wanted to annoy her.
"Why wont my hood stay on for once," she muttered quietly.
The fog cleared, and a small raincloud hovered over the fire. It
briefly poured rain until it was out, then it vanished. Crystal
smiled lightly. "So, no need to hide myself, huh?"