GoA - Levan The Squishy

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MAH THIRD TIME. I abandoned by dream to do all three guilds because the thieves needed me /shot
Well mainly because this was just funnier.

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Name: Levan (no surname available)
Race: Half-elf
Hair-Color: Pale blue/green, fades into purple/blue
Eye-Color: Brown
Size: 5'5"
Age: Nineteen
Mana: Water + Air (ice)
Occupation: Guild Officer
Hobbies: Cleaning, reading, keeping organized.
Loves: Clean, organized environments; peaceful situations; books.
Hates: GERMS, conflict, bacteria, swords, uncleanliness, viruses, disorder, GERMS, violence.
Weapon: Casts directly from a book; can summon a hammer to wield.
Abilities:

Although Levan has powerful magic at his disposal, he rarely uses it for more than a few seconds, claiming that "it has to be used at a steep cost." ... Not to mention he doesn’t have very good control over his flow of it.

~ Inhale- All warmth in in a certain diameter is taken from the air and concentrated to become healing energy that can mend mild wounds with one cast.
~ HAMMAH TIEM- Summons (at random) either an extremely large and oversized war hammer, or an extremely pathetically small-sized carpentry hammer.
~ Exhale- All cold in a certain diameter is taken from the air and concentrated with magic before being released back out in a focused beam of air that may freeze anything it comes in contact with.

Personality:

In a way, the best way to sum up Levan in one word would be, well... Squishy.

He’s extremely paranoid about everything, and has an extremely long list of fears (he’s a complete chicken). He can’t stand if things are out of order, and he’s constantly taking inventories and doing checks to make sure things are organized, and if the organized things are organized, and if the unorganized things are unorganized in an organized way while he’s organizing them.

However, he’s very obedient, and extremely good at following orders (after a moment or two of hesitation in the fear of screwing up, of course) unless those orders are to fight; he makes the attempt to avoid any sort of conflict if all possible, as he absolutely does not like using his magic by any means necessary. He WILL fight if provoked enough, however. He always makes extra efforts to come prepared, doesn’t tend to be fairly forgetful, and takes extreme measures not to be clumsy.

Having the tendency to be very flustered in most situations, Leven has a fairly difficult time keeping himself calm and relaxed; he’s usually very jittery and hyper in a White Rabbit sort of way.

History:

Born to a Human mother and an Elven father, Levan immediately was immediately informed that he would have to work hard if people were going to bother looking in his direction without sneering. He hadn’t had a very good relationship with his father, who feared that Levan was doomed to develop a horribly pansy-ish personality no matter how hard the man worked to make his son manly (which, obviously, failed). The boy had clung to his mother quite strongly as a child. He was a wimpy little thing.

When he was thirteen, his father sent him off to a school in the city where elves were taught magic; he really wasn’t good at it at all, nor did he wish to learn it, however Levan in hand-to-hand combat or wielding a sharp object was an even worse option.

While there, he was taken under the wing of an ice-mage half-elf of his same species of elf; Yulian the Lung. The man had all these strange runes all over his body, which he’d later explained allowed his body to embrace the human half of him, which contained all of his magic (their species of elf was from a non-magic genus) and allowed him to harness it more efficiently.

After many years of trying to teach it to Levan, he too was eventually granted the runes (in a smaller amount, of course. Levan still sucked, after all), where the wimpy little half-elf went off into the world of management. He’d worked for a knight for a long time, almost as a side-kick, who took care of all his affairs and whatnot, going on reconnaissance for their party and taking care of all the financial things and whatnot. He was quite good at it, until the knight was killed in battle.

Out of work at that point, he eventually caught an ear of the Guilds and their need for management. He applied for positions in all three guilds, however was recruited into the Thieves.

Other Information:

~ In addition to him being cold almost all the time, Levan wears an extreme amount of layers in all weather to also hide the runes about his form, which start on his back and extend down his arms and legs and up onto his neck. They’re very colorful and distracting and have the potential to be badass if Levan wasn’t such a derp.
~ If there is even ONE stone or pebble out of place, Levan will notice it and proceed to flip out.
~ He carries four pairs of gloves with him at all times in addition to the ones he’s wearing; there’s no way he’ll touch anything with his bare hand. Nosireee.
~ Full Ref

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