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About to start a new anime series that just released called Zetman.

[Name:]

Name: Ving Seal?vr Toreal?ias
Race: Fairy
Class: Mage
Sex: Male
Weapon of Choice: Short Bow

STR:  4 HP: 12
DEX: 6 AP: 18
INT: 8 MP: 32

Spells:
Level 0
Detect Magic, Read Magic
Level 1
Magic Missle, Mage Armor, Color Spray

Additional Items: Compass, Rations (10)

Background:
The ancient forest of Vaeloria has long since been the ancient seat of faye power and the warm home of fairies. They have tended and defended these ancient lands for a uncounted time. The world is always as it was and will be, forever protected by the ancient mysts of Sylvania, goddess of the forests and tender of nature. The fairies have lived in peace enjoying their solitude from the world tending the forest and protecting those creatures less fortunate than they. The courts of fairy kind were founded in order to better serve the needs of the populous. It was not long in the span of fairy years that many began to wonder about the outside world and what all it entailed. Only elven adventures had ever passed through Vaeloria and only to pray and seek guidance from the forest. Thus it was decided that faires would be allowed to adventure beyond the wood, provided they would return and recant their knowledge to the courts. This tradition began centuries ago and is still held to this day.

Ving was born into a small fairy family with only 22 brothers and 20 sisters to call his siblings. This is considered small in the fairy world. His family was of a very sacred line, all bearing the silver hair of their ancient ancestors. This distinguished Familia Toreal?ias from all others. So with a pride befit his light heart and silly minds, Ving choose to study to become a magicka. It is an honorable profession among the fairy to study the ancient mysteries and delve into the sea that is magic. His schooling went well and within years Ving was ready to set off into the great world. It was time to discover what lay before him and to seek the deeper mysteries that are magic.

The conflict moved quickly and before long it had ended abruptly. With the end of the combat came a sense of weariness from the devastating blows received from his opponent. It was a small victory but with the enemies defeat, came a sense of accomplishment, as if they had moved one step closer towards their goal?his failure. These dark memories flickered around Haru just as crows circled over head awaiting the feast of flesh. How he found himself on the ground he was unsure.

The Uthaal was there tending his wounds with care and reassurance.  Once the tending had ended, Haru stood slowly relying on Uthaal for support at first. He turned towards his friend and brother in arms, ?Thank you Uthaal, I shall not hinder you or the others. Let us press forward below we should find our answers to all these mysteries and our lost brothers.?

The monk moved towards the entrance slowly taking note of the doorway and what lay below. It was time to finally take the fight to them. He whispered a soft prayer to Aerilus, ?protect them father from the storms in this time of calm, for soon the rage of thunder shall be upon them.? His eyes began to glow softly reflecting his pain and determination.

Need:

Cloak - since I don't have one.

[1d20] 15 = 15

Greed:

Amulet

[1d20] 10 = 10