.:Wizard:.
Name: Ruko Haziwari
Image: Uh oh. I'll have one up eventually. Google images and such aren't working on my computer.
Race: Straggler
Gender: Male.
Age: Fifteen
Love Interest: Um, nothing. Not for now. Maybe later.
Test Result: Red. (I had no idea I was violent!)
Order: Red
Rank: Apprentice
Description: His hair is a brown-red that he cuts poorly, is more than a little prone to be very messy, and gets into his face frequently. Usually he ties it back into an inch long pony-tail of sorts. He's average height for his age, a bit below typical weight, and not gifted with a fighting build. He can run, quickly, but if push comes to shove, he doesn't have remarkably physical strength. He has a few scars, most on his hand, but one that stands out above his right eye. Usually he has a bandage somewhere on him.
Personality: He’s really cheery and indifferent. He’ll laugh at simple things, and doesn’t frown much. He can’t focus for his life, sadly, and has to be doing something with his hands constantly. He’s generally not impolite to strangers. Until he gets mad anyway, after which this changes drastically. Ruko was gifted with a deadly temper, and will fight to the death once bothered. He can hold his own in a fight, which is probably a good thing or else he would be long dead. Causing problems and pranks is his inner calling, unfortunately for those around him.
History: He was born outside of the elfin community, so was always a straggler. For one reason or another, he found himself alone at about the age of five, but he doesn’t know or care about why. He hardly got by through following laws; he made do as a pickpocket and thief. He didn’t expect to have powers, but discovered that he did during a hectic escape after being nearly caught. Not long later he was more or less willingly tested and discovered to be red, to no one’s surprise. Sure enough, to him rules are meant to be broken, and he takes in the fine art of getting in people’s way.
Strenghts: He has fast reflexes, and danger doesn’t bother him. He could remain calm if a building collapsed around him. He’s good at getting around quietly and not getting caught, and can analyze a situation for the best way to get away.
Weaknesses: He cannot focus to save a life unless something thoroughly interests him. His normal happy attitude is unsettling, and most look at him in curiosity. He’s prone to getting sick from malnutrition during his years before ending up at the Circle.
Fears: Injections, he hates needles and anything to do with it. He also has a constant fear of getting trapped, whether in a fight or a cell or a ditch, etc, added with a fresh mix of claustrophobia.
Other: Nope
RP Example: This wasn’t posted to this site. It’s really confusing without plot knowledge, but take almost every sentence literally to get the basic meaning.
The Creator: Ryht
“I disagree.” The voice whispered into Ryht’s ear, watching as her expression darkened and she nodded. The darkness around her seemed to agree, the swirling void growing hungrily in anticipation of the meal that would surely be arising. The maker and destroyer couldn’t hold onto the façade that the humans belonged anymore. She only had so much time before the gaping, extensive nothing took her as well as everything else that came to be. Nothing can be an exception, everything succumbs, meets the disembarking with time, not matter how much of it they are gifted with.
“Very well.” Came the response, and the void flared once more. The creator winced slightly, and with a shake of her head discouraged the growing urge. No, she was not allowed that privilege anymore, and she would not lose her bet. Insanity take her if that should be the price. The humans didn't succeed in any way, they hadn't learned, and the failure of their race had been bad blow. Ryht glanced at that creation, and judged it to be little more than trash. With a blink of her eyes, she let her grasp on their essence fade. In hardly a flicker of time they would be gone, and she could start again. Plans for the next species flickered through her tired mind, forming what would be the next try.