the anti-chosen one

Shady, Antanas

male

15/16 in Aschensaat
38/39 in Aschengrab

183cm in Aschensaat
189cm in Aschengrab

Dark and pinkish wine red, he hates it. It's pure magic inherited from his dad, but since his magical abilities are different than his dad's, he can't change the tone of it. With bound magic, it's a dark and blackish brown, in Aschengrab with gray strands.

Doesn't know that barber's are a thing and just cuts his front strands with a kitchen knife every once in a while.

The second he was able to grow a beard, he started wearing it full.

Dark green

Unhealthily pale, freckles on shoulders and back.

Dad with muscles under fat.

Had an unpleasant meeting with the Hostic deathrow once. Bears green tattoos on his cheeks since.

I wouldn't describe him as particularly friendly or unfriendly, he's a-friendly. Tries to mask his lack of practical empathy with acting aloof, but is actually often trying to understand others, it's just a little hard. Direct and outspoken, tells hurtful truths and regrets it afterwards.

Peace

His whole existence is a flaw. Shadrach knows that. Sometime's he's bitter about it.

Probably thinks that everyone who likes capitalism or is in the military out of free will is a psychopath.

Survival skills in and out of society are great. Very pragmatic, and a logical and fast thinker. Has some extra knowledge concerning chemistry, especially together with magic.

He likes to read whatever he can get his hands on. Is also one of these dudes who probably vanish into the woods every third weekend just to get the feeling of being alive, but hasn't done it since he has essentially become a single parent. Likes to cook and bake and just to stuff he can get a use out of.

Shadrach likes to keep his religious beliefs in the middle. He's not all "fuck-destiny" but also not "yeah destiny" as well. He likes to decide for himself, but knows that destiny is an ultimately important thing for Miseria to work as a dimension.

Far left and Shadrach judges everyone who's just a little more in the middle than him very harshly.

Had worked as a battle mage in the scientific department for a while, but got a chance to fake his death and he gladly took it. Now he just repairs other's people's stuff and he's happy with it.

Likes all kinds of sweets except for nougat that tastes too much like nuts probably.

He really doesn't care about possessions. He needs his conjuring seal and carries it with him all the time, but not because he likes it but because he's doomed once he doesn't.

For someone who really doesn't like the whole concept of fighting, Shadrach's fists are made of metaphorical iron. Knows how to use artillery and literally anything he can get his hands on, knows how to use magic, but he doesn't use it as long as it's not necessary.

He likes cats and foxes a lot.

11.09.1716

Got nine years of school in Hostrimaa before he fled to Tribunie, where he essentially had to skip grade 10. With his graduation on the Academy of Magic, he has the highest education he could get.

Grew up in post-war Rijek, which was essentially a long dead battlefield. While Rijek in general is a very cold city in the northern circles, in the post war time it had a big problem with all kinds of Dreygrs and Lietuvens because a lot of people had died there without getting proper burial.
Had mental health issues since he can remember, but it got worse after his mother died.

Currently two cats! A fat grey-white one named Mochi, and an elegant longhaired one named Neo.