Magic the Magi, Arcanist Extraordinaire

***Name:***

Magic

***Race:***

Feral Tiefling

***Class:***

Wizard, School of Evocation

***Age:***

23

***Height:***

6ft 5 inches

***Weight:***

203 pounds

***Physical Description:***

A devilish figure with a strong infernal heritage and a maw filled with fangs Valrakir stands tall for his race on cloven hooves tipping goat-like legs and a pair of large infernal bat wings protruding from his shoulder blades. He has an especially long prehensile tail splitting two-thirds of the way down with a fin membrane continuing for a short length between to assist in flight before they become separate entities each topped with forked tips. He has lilac skin with a somewhat leathery texture though surprisingly soft to the touch and his head is crowned with two pairs of horns one more demonic set coming from the brow growing back over his scald and the other more devilish set starting from above the ear curving into the air both sets intertwining appearing as a single set from most angles. He has shortish wavy jet back hair with different shades of red, blue and purple scattered through and his eyes are a pair of odds filled with the night sky, all this is attached to a smug-looking prick. He dresses in a pair of baggy ¾ length trousers stopping below his knees, a simple shirt, with a traveller's coat with 2 large gaps in the back where it can come apart and refasten at the top giving him room to put his wings. Strapped to his waist slightly covered by the coat is a medium-sized vellum book with thick leather covers that wrap around fastening with a buckle and metal rivets on the corners and spine for some added strength. For casting this magic, he wields a large staff made out of a solid cloudy mundane crystal which can snuggly fit in between his wings.

***Backstory:***

Valrakir was born a street rat the by-product of some devilish Succubus's nefarious business with some Demonic Tieflings on the mortal plane. Unnecessary to his parents he was left to an orphanage growing up like most children though baring the traits of his strong infernal heritage and gaining a fascination for magic. He would see court scholars pridefully walking with purpose and, read books of all the great feats performed by magic, it was fascinating, amazing and he wanted more, it was here he started to go by Magic instead of his given name. While he tried to learn all the theory he could when growing up Wizardry is an expensive trade to learn and money was something he did not have so, like any normal person he decided to join the military enlisting as soon as he was of age. During the training, he managed to show off his knowledge of the arcane, and having a set of wings didn’t hurt, he was selected to be trained for a special division focusing on espionage and intelligence gathering, Magic had become a spy. His main role in this was the acquisition of enemy knowledge preferably magical secrets spending his young adult years flying around, lifting papers, every so often making a copy of a spell for himself. While he was trained in stealth and, thievery learning to be more observant and, expanding his magical knowledge being thought useful cantrip and the basis of arcane to utilise a limited amount of magic on missions though, his social skills started to suffer in his work if he ended up talking to someone he had probably fucked up, other less recognisable people were trained for that he just needed to be able to get in, find, understand and, get out and disappear. After many attempts eventually his requests for transfer to the magic division where accepted granting him training as a wizard in a military school, gone where the days of only knowing few basic spells to help a mission stopping you leaking too much in case of capture and on came the days of full magical immersion. Magic quickly rose to the top of his class from already knowing most of the fundamentals he passed most other students and chose to specialise in Evocation, the traditions offered where only those best utilised in bulk by the military, the raw elementals of the universe was quite the sell for him. Before graduating into a higher military role his secret was discovered, he was spotted practising some of the more classified spells he had retrieved learning them from the copies he had made, from here he was quickly arrested and with his accomplishments considered faced a dishonourable discharge having a majority of his possessions confiscated including his spellbook. Smuggling out what little he could and he counted his blessings for not ending up imprisoned or worse, dwelling little on mistakes he started a new life. Sinking what money he had saved into a new spellbook and equipment, copying in what spells he managed to keep or remember and filling the rest with whatever else he could find and afford, it’s a shame the more destructive spells are not more commonly available. Now somewhat equipped for the world he announced himself as Magic the Magi, Arcanist Extraordinaire and set off to make it a reality.