Name: Sear (Academy Name real name not remembered)
Aliases: Solar Guardian
Highest Rank Obtained: N/A
Rank: N/A
Race: Solar-Hume (Human)
Place of Birth: Demora
Age: 24
Visual Age: -25
Date of Birth: 5/30
Blood Type: -AB
Classes: Solar Knight
Alignment: Lawfully good.
Occupation: Sell Sword
Religion: Solarion

[.II] Physical Characteristics

Height: 6’0’’
Weight: 165
Build: Muscular
Hair: Blonde
Hair Length: Short
Hair Texture: Smooth, Silky
Hair Style(s): Wind swept
Eyes: Green
Teeth: Clean and straight.
Laterality: Left handed
Skin Tone: Pale
Voice: Quiet
languages spoken: Common
Personality: Calm and collected;however, when agitated, highly annoying
Diet: Omnivore
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Identifying marks/Characteristics: Scar on his cheek
Rose and thorns up the left arm, and a red sun between his eyes.Body temperature is always around 103 (Feels very warm with a slight heat radiant)

[.III] Additional Information

Magically Attuned: Yes
Psionically Attuned: No
Known Schools of Magic: Auramancy, Solar Magic
Innate Ability: Solar Artes
Race Abilities: High Heat resistance, and heat absorbsion and distribution.
Learned Abilities: Sword play, Hand to Hand Combat, Survival tactic, Battle tactic, Medical, Useage of mana, Useage of Auras. (Learned at the Solarion Academy, Demora)

Derangements: Careless



[.IV] The Academy


On an island where desert living was common, blessed by a plentiful sun the island: Demora sat south of the mainland. The island was plentiful in mineral mines and most people made their living collecting from them. With the mining towns grew cities, with cities, kingdoms, and with kingdoms, soldiers. The Solarion Academy was built almost a century after the island was founded. The school sat atop a mountain, for the closer they got to the sun, the closer they were to their "Goddess". Only the gifted could enter the school, and it trained an elite group of Religious guards tasked with protection the shrine of Solstice. These gifted children were rounded up at the age of ten by the kingdom. The sons and daughters of the few people whos children were 'gifted' in 'Solar magic' (Fire Magic) were sent through a ten year training school...

Year One-three
Basic magical control begins, teaching the student how to harnass the power of mana, to create and form fire and use it.

Basic weapon classes begin, teaching the student how to use melee style weapons.

Basic Scholar and religious classes begin teaching the student reading, writing, mathematics, ect.

Basic student selection begins.

Year Four-five

Making it through the selection (Passing years one through three).

Advanced solar magic training.
Advanced Weapons training to include specialization of melee weapon.
Basic Combat Training.
Basic Medeic Training.
Basic Armor training.
Advanced scholar training.
Student selection for job training.

Year Six-eight

Advanced solar magic training.
Knight specialization training.
Advanced Combat Training.
Basic formation training.
Advanced heavy armor training and specialization.
Body temperature control training.

Year nine and Ten
Fight to the death training. (Student must live through combating wild creatures.)
Advanced body temerature control.
Advanced formation training.
Specialization Solar Knight.
Graduation.
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Green hues welled with tears floated to the armed guards who took them, in numbers through the desert. It was a long trip, feet blistering in the hot sun on the sands as if they were coals. I missed home, somehow I knew any peep, and I would be like the others, lifeless, motionless in the hot sands for the worms to pick off one by one. There were ten of us when we left the village and by the time we got to the Academy, there were four. Six helpless children left to die in the desert.At the time none of this made sense to me...Why would they hand pick us, and leave us to die off in the desert?

The first day there I would never forget.I still have nightmares of it. They hold you down in a seat. They proceed to heat a metal rod with an emblem of the sun on it, and stick it to your head permanently marking you, seperating you from the norm. The pain, the smell; it made me want to vomit. It will all be over soon.

They chose your names based upon your basic abilities is what I could guess... I got mine by searing off my bangs in class. Yeah, thats how I got it. Sear, how memerable. Ironic right?

Student selection somehow scared me. In thr course of three years I learned how to do so much. I almost forgot of where I came from...Though sometimes the horrors haunt me at night, somehow I found peace in my mind. There were four of us, each good at something. I wated in formation, quietly trying not to shake. We made it.

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I was fourteen, the second course of classes, still barely able to weild a broad sword. My skinny body struggled to do things that everyone else seemed to excell so well in. There was this girl I looked up to, mostly I think its because she started to blossom as a young woman. I remember well the first time we crossed blades in training, I still have the scar on my cheek.

Basic combat and medic training was essencially the same, we would go out during the day, and do battle drills.I trained with Flair. I didn't really say much to her, and every time our eyes met I looked away. I don't know why. Did I like her?

Year five, advanced magic class was the first time I ever spoke to Flair. I remember the words that she spoke.

--"Can you not make a ball with it?"

-"Yeah! Watch."

An explosion is heard

-"I thought I could..."

--"Useless!"

Slamming door.

That was the first time I ever had the modavation that I needed. I started working harder trying to impress her.

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Year six through eight flew by. Probably the only memorable moment I had was the last real training session with Flair.

We clashed swords in the middle of the mat, the blades sparking with flame, which elegantly danced off our clad bodies the reflection of the armor so bright it made us look like stars. We clashed again and again, each blow delt exact, each parry at the right moment. In a moment of weakness our blades met, hers my right shoulder plate, mine her left. Her brown and red infused hues rose to my level. We locked eyes for the first time. My head tilted slightly as did hers, She came closer, as did I. Our lips met for the briefest of seconds... Until red cheeked she turned right into my sword, running away she cut her cheek. the same shape and size as mine; The scar identical on the oppisate side.
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Year ten I will never forget. I met Flair after class as she asked me. We met under the sun dial in the middle of the courtyard, we spoke for a while about class and the upcoming battle for graduation. She looked so fragile. I kissed her. One thing led to another and the night before graduation battle we made love.

The morning of battle I took the first beast. His body reminded me of an insect, pincers and claws flew at me like something I had never seen. It was so unpredictable, I could hardly block them all. Once pincer in my leg, caused me to go into some sort of trance, that fire laced sword layed into the insects leg, cracking the armor sending it off balance my fire filled hand met between its pincers, and in a flash of light the insects body blew away in a pile of ash.

I hobbled back to the side, against the wall next to Flair with a smile on my face. She was up a few turns after. She stood up to the insect like animal blow for blow, and with one weave back the unexpected happened.The insects pincer skid across her neck, ripping it open like a butcher's knife. Her body fell to the ground, hands grasping at her neck the crimson life force spilling from her like a fountain.

My eyes widened, my hands shook and my mouth went tasteless. My eyes welled with tears my digits grasping the hilt of my sword. White knuckle. My temperature began to rise rapidly causing skin to peel back from my face. When my temperature peaked, I couldn't control myself. My body lunged forward recklessly lashing my sword at the enemy's armor, even if it glanced off I felt like I was mining for gold. A limb here, a limb there, blood of emerald stained my face and bubbled up as my heat rose. When the frenzy broke I found myself at my knees my hands gently caressing flair's open wound, thumbsrunning blood across her face as she gargled and gasped for air she couldn't have. "..Sear.." I heard weakly from her lips. Those once joyful eyes now stared blankly at me. She was lifeless. By this time a steady stream of tears fell down my face as the instructers looked in shock as one of their best students was killed by a fluke move. I closed her eyes, holding her lifeless, armor clad body close to me. I loved her.

I didn't go to her funeral, it hurt to much. I simply went about my studies and stayed quiet until graduation.





[.V] Combat Abilities


Rating System -
Dismal
Extremely Poor
Poor
Average
Good
Proficient
Excellent
Surreal

Weapon Proficiencies -
- Unarmed (Good)
- Daggers (Average)
- Short Swords (Proficient)
- Long Swords (Proficient)
- Great swords (Poor)
- Hammers (Poor)
- Maces (Poor)
- Spears (Poor)
- Whips (Poor)
- Claws (Poor)

Weapons of Choice: Solar Weapons
Favored Weapons: Solar Fang

Weapons:

Artifact Weapons/Armor



Name: Solar Fang
Weapon style: Re-inforced Broad Sword
Primary Basis: Solar Magic Amplification
Material: Silver, ivory and an assortment of magical jewels.
Short Description: gems of purple, green and red laced the hilt of the ivory handle. The handle was slightly curved to fit comfortably in the hands of its wielder. This is a MagiTech weapon.

Name: Lore of Flame
Primary Basis: Magical Memory
Material: Band that looks as if it is made of brass, but has an air of magical energy about it.
Short Description: A brass looking band engraved with a wolf face on it.
Story behind the item: The fire elemental Sear killed was wearing this.