Post by Adaji Oonarund on Jul 18, 2015 23:57:44 GMT
Name:
Adaji Oonarund
Birthplace:
Port Talon
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Age:
Unknown
Affiliation:
Independent
Personality:
A conversation with the man would show him to be a learned individual with a broadened vocabulary, versed in multiple languages including those spoken by non-humanoids and a deep-seated interest in various arts and sciences such as alchemy and the occult. He is relatively warm to most, if blunt, and has at times a poetic way of speaking due to his long-lived obsession with literature that influences his speaking even today. He advocates meditation and martial arts to relax, and is known for his great skill when it comes to brewing teas of all varieties.
Physical Description:
Like many men who hail from Saracen, Adaji possesses dark skin tanned by the brutal sun and wears his hair in tightly curled patterns. Along his skin are faint lines of scarification typical to many males of Port Talon in various linear and circular patterns. He typically dresses in light cloth robes promoting mobility with a small shawl of drab cloth to protect his face from the blowing sands. Like many humans of the desert tribes of Saracen, his eyes are a bright gold and keen of a sly wisdom, and is well used to the hot and hostile climates of Saracen. Upon his forehead rests a simple mark, a focus of will and concentration. Never is he seen without his grimoire at his side and a walking staff in his hand, his grimoire a magically enchanted and powerful tome of which he takes care every day to recharge with his own mana before resting in meditation.
History:
A wandering alchemist hailing from unknown lands, little is known of the grand scholar, Adaji Oonarund. Some claim him to be the long lost progeny of a line of secretive mages whom study the arcane and pry into eldritch secrets, his skill passed down through secret knowledge, others claim him to have been but a street rat who managed to stumble his way into the apprenticeship of a esteemed master. Himself? He tells the truth to no one, in fact, it is said that for every tall tale told of him, it is because he makes up a story about himself to all he meets. All, however, can agree that the man known as Adaji is both a dangerous foe and a potent ally with his sorcery. Open to conversation, but hiding secrets in his poetic prose, and having a fondness for beautiful and exotic things, being surprisingly charitable despite his highborne attitude, and fitting the archetype of a "Guile hero" in that while his motives may seem unclear and his alliances something to be glanced at suspiciously, in truth he has goals in mind to aid the innocent and poor.
Strength: 2/5
Endurance: 2/5
Agility: 3/5
Intelligence: 4/5
Perception: 3/5
Willpower: 4/5
High Magic: ●○○○○○○○○○
Mana: 10/10
The Curse: Adaji's Curse manifests in the black dot on his forehead he refers to as "The Mark of Knowledge." This mark functions as a focal point on which he can access grand algorithms and magical formulae with which he can brew and create soothing elixirs to heal wounds or destructive concoctions to devastate his foes, as well as augment his own body or that of others with his mystical potions.
Abilities: Minor Transmutation – Adaji possesses the ability to consciously transmute small objects into different objects, this ability typically used to transmute objects such as pebbles or small bolts into ammunition for his flintlocks. Through experience and intuition, Adaji can further modify these bullets into specialized munitions such as arcane, combustive, explosive, or acidic bullets.
Molotov (Active) : Adaji's Curse allows him to manufacture concoctions that explode with fiery force and spread upon the ground or any foe it hits, causing intense burning damage that clings to the skin and boils flesh underneath armor. Suffice to say, whenever he lobs a bottle, a foe of his would make it his mission to run away, lest he be melted down to slag.
