Crafter and Light Archmage

Jr., Nephew of Archmage Runecraven

Male

130

200 lbs.

4'

Two giant, blonde pigtails for a beard

Brown

Dwarf

White

Short and stout, stereotypical dwarf

Vulgar

Revenge for the death of his uncle

Not exactly rational in his actions when revenge is concerned

Light Armour - can create armor of light around any target
Cleanse - can use light to get rid of poison
Heal - can use light to heal another
Advanced Craft - can craft anything out of almost anything, even if it doesn't make sense
Light Barrier - can create a barrier of light wherever
Light Beam - can create a beam of light
Dark Vision - can see farther than normal in the dark

Likes to craft

Teasing, will talk around lots of people like they are friends, even if they are not; and has a father instinct about him

Whatever his uncle would have done, he follows

Crafter and Light Mage

Light gun his uncle and him researched

The light gun he and his uncle researched

Common, Dwarf

May 8th

Dorakvil Runecraven was born in the right place at the right time. He had a huge knack for light magic when he was young, and there was a school near his homeland involving the teaching of magic. Even better, his uncle was a teacher of light magic there. His family allowed him to join the school, and Dorakvil's uncle took Dorakvil under his wing, teaching him all he knew about light magic...and working on some research together. Like how to put light in weapons and use it to their advantage. They were able to figure out a way to make light ammo if a magic user was using the gun, the user would manually reload the gun by putting a light beam into a hole in the top, leading to the magazine. Dorakvil's uncle used it for a while.

After fifty years of research, which Dorakvil and his uncle loved doing, Dorakvil's uncle announced he had a surprise for Dorakvil. Intrigued, he followed, and found a weapon on his nightstand. It was the same one his uncle used. Surprised, he looked at his uncle, and his uncle nodded. "The research is done. The weapon is now yours. Wield it and make me proud!" Doravkil was speechless, and went over and picked it up. The weapon he had worked so hard on was his. He wouldn't let his uncle down.

Fast forward 40 more years. Dorakvil and his uncle had parted ways, but they still talked to each other a lot since they lived in the same outpost at the same school. Then, he heard a siren going on, and the outpost gearing up for attack. What was going on? He looked on the battle that commenced. It was a dragon that was attacking the outpost, and a tiger-man along with his uncle were fighting it. Wait...his uncle! His mind shifted into overdrive. He was about to run out and help when his uncle just charged full-force at the dragon and used his club to batter the dragon's head. It wasn't phased, and lethally wounded his uncle by biting him. Instead of going down quietly however, and maybe standing a chance at living, his uncle detonated himself, sacrificing himself for the school's well-being. Dorakvil sank to the ground while the other mages honored his death. His uncle was gone. Who was he protecting though?

A day later, he met the tiger-man as he was recovering from the fight. They had a conversation, the tiger-man complimenting the bravery of Dorakvil's uncle and explaining that he was protecting a harpy named Ocethyn, who broke his wings in a fight against that dragon earlier. A new mindset came into Dorakvil's mind after that conversation. This harpy had his father's trust enough to die for, he would work to honor his father's legacy and protect Ocethyn as best as he can. He set off into the maze of the outpost, trying to find this harpy and build a relationship with him.