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Bezalel
Character
Caller Of The Dark
Level
01
22 / 22 HP
21 / 21 MP
0p / 0g / 0s / 50c
Experience:
0
Race:
Elemental and Fae
Class:
Summoner and Wizard
Gender:
Male He/Him/His
Pronunciation:
Bəṣalʼēl
Note:
Character inventory details are listed below.
Writer Name:
For more information, see Javonte.
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Physical Features

Height:
Bezalel is 10'5.
Weight:
One cannot measure the pure boundless shadow energy that is Bezalel in weight.
Complexion:
Bezalel is nothing but shadowy, although his form appears humanoid and lithe he is everything but. With this being true his "complexion" is nothing but darkness.
Hair:
Bezalel's "hair" can be seen as a billowing wisp of shadow atop his head.
Eyes:
Bezalel's "eyes" appear as gaunt white holes within the space that would be known as his head.
Other Features

In heightening emotional times whisp of smoke and shadow will often cascade off of Bezalel, akin to fire and brimstone.

Through the many years of his life, Bezalel has taken up many forms of magic and mastered a few of them. Currently, his arsenal consists of Shadow, probably his greatest and most powerful asset. being comprised solely of shadow magic, he learned to manipulate the shadow of not only himself but the world around him as well. Necromancy, which came to him naturally as he practiced shadow and learned to manipulate such. Terramancy came naturally after necromancy, learning to manipulate the very earth the dead slept in seemed only natural to him. The same could be seen with Caelimancy, seeing as how many looked to the stars for guidance when a loved one dies. Once he took up summoner Invocation was only natural to learn as was Defensive magic for warding off magical weapons and attacks that could harm his incorporeal form.

Dream magic and Mental magic also came naturally, more so for gaining knowledge warding those off who would harm him or simply reading books easier seeing as how he can't grasp them. Ignimancy came after his first hundred years, learning to light smalls fires is the least of his problems now. Lastly, Ventimancy and Luminosity came more recently than the others, learning to shape light invigorated him to a new end, gave him a new spectrum to look at rather than the darkness of shadow. One day he hopes to be able to switch his forms from shadow to light at will, maybe once he achieves this he'll feel better.

Social Interactions

Relationships and Companions

Unfortunately one of the things that plague Bezalel is his lack of family and friends. Seeing as how he can't touch physical objects he has never been able to interact with others.

Personality

Bezalel is an angry and unfortunate soul, one born of shadow and bathed rightfully so in it. Luckless as his birth may have been Bezalel is rightfully angry with the world. Forever thralled in darkness, plagued by the visage of the hellish unsightly beast brought to this realm by his power unknowingly. Although obsessed with himself and his condition he uses this as an excuse to wreak havoc on all those unfortunate as to get in his way or cross his path in a harsh tone. Woe fills the air whenever he is around, plants wilt and his shadowy visage can be seen weeping tearless cries throughout. This is whenever he isn't angry, which can be often and with a might that could even rival that of titans.

Religion

Belief:
Agnosticism

Background

Age:
395
Origin:
Ninraih
Residence:
Vagabond
History

The Shallowed pained breaths of a mother in labor echoed outward into the night, waking all those who could hear. Bellowing screams resounded as pushing ensued, all alone within the shell of a tree, a mother struggled. A small tumbling darkened mass left her nether regions, bathed in her Fae blood, gossamer wings fluttering as her hands cradled the quivering mass of shadow. Her eyes stared at it, vexed and confused. It was supposed to be shimmering and beautiful, shining and glimmering in an element. Mixed with her fae bloodline this child was supposed to be magic incarnate. Helpful and wonderous as any could be, yet, this child was covered in vile shadow, dripping with blood and that of the void. Agony filled her form once more as deep gnawing could be felt from within her womb, more blood spilled from her nethers. Wrenching her form in pain, unfathomable pain that spread throughout her body as she cried out once more.

A hand reached out of her pulling the rest of itself forward with a pained scream, a tar-covered wraith, dripped in shadow and filled with malice. How unfortunate for her that her child would be her undoing. As it billowed outward, its shadowy tendrils sticking to her like glue, her screams filled the perilous night. She died right then and there, but with her child's power was reborn in a shell of her former self. Now, nothing more than a hellish minion, she waits on him hand and foot, for her deeds are far from over.

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