Poe Agamem

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Name: Poe Agamem (keeps hidden, goes by his alias)
Alias: Veer
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-four
Birthdate: October, 5th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Special Characteristics: -
Personality: A promise to no one. From his life experiences, Poe has learned to value himself over others. Allegiances are fleeting, but may come to acquire a small amount of friends(one or two). Rarely partakes of trials that have no benefit for himself. On those most part, Poe is quiet an brooding. Though isn't afraid to put his thoughts forward, if situation calls for it. He is fairly smart, allowing himself to make forward progress in life. At times though, he is chaotic, willing to threaten those stronger than him(and act on those threats). Poe isn't adverse to killing as he's done it before, and most likely will again.

Sadness above all else grips his heart. Being born to strife, Poe has a somber nature. Melancholy, one could even say. The fall of his guild haunts him, always thinking back on his friends and how they effected his life. While his current home is at Saber Tooth, Poe has no particular interest in the guild. Seeing it as a stepping stone to his goal. With some of its current members he hopes to kick-start his guild back to power.

Personal relationships an love interests take a back-seat in his life. Preferring to pursue his career in magic, versus an active personal network. His mask, the thing he will never remove. Poe is very self-conscious, and embarrassed by his facial appearance. He would never, I mean NEVER remove his mask for anyone. This holds back many facets of a normal life, or any hope for one. He fears what is underneath it. It is because of his appearance he seeks a certain man. 'Man in black' as he calls him. He seeks this man, it is not likely he will tell you why. This seems to be his entire drive in life, finding this mysterious magician. This man in black.


Likes:

Being by himself-- Before Sabertooth, Poe was alone. Only joining the guild to gain himself notoriety before he reinstates his own guild to power. Even in a guild, Poe keeps to himself. While some of this is due to what is under his mask, it cannot be fully contributed to this. Naturally, Poe is a loner. He prefers spending his time alone, an usually is uneasy around others.

Reading & Studying-- Poe is studious an enjoys learning. Knowledge is power, he believes this firmly. Studying magic is also a hobby of his, learning about the different magics of the world.

Moving forward-- Driven an goal oriented. Poe is not one to let things grow stagnant. Sitting idle by is not one of his talents, and at times is very impatient. This is show by his constant traveling, not staying in one place too long. The man he seeks could be anywhere, couldn't he?

Strength-- Poe naturally flocks to those with power, respecting them. Though in same throw, weary of them.

Dislikes:

People-- People in general, Poe tries to avoid. The general public is not something he wants to be apart of. Their sharp eyes, judgment in each glance.

Being an underling-- While he does like power, Poe doesn't want to be subdued by it. He doesn't particularly enjoy being apart of Sabertooth.

The man in black-- The man who cursed him, the man he hunts. A vile thing, often gracing his mind and his dreams. He cannot escape him, every time he looks in the mirror, he sees it.

His face-- He has a particular distaste for what is under his mask. Embarrassed by it, and scared of it as well.

Motivations:

Finding the man in black-- It all hangs on this, finding this man. What else is there in his life? Nothing. It has all been for this, this one goal. Singularity. Nothing else but him, Poe's obsession. His life and his death--everything and nothing. His redemption from this madness, as well his curse.

Growing Stronger-- To attain power, what else is there in this world? His will is strong, possessing a desire to enhance his magic. Moving his name higher in the world.

Fears:

Never finding the man in black-- If he can't, Poe will never have a chance at happiness. He will look, forever if he has to. There is nothing more horrific to him, trapped with this curse forever.

His mask being removed-- Fear of judgment of what is underneath. Afraid of being called a monster, afraid of people seeing what he truly is.

General Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 167 lbs
Hair: Purple - naturally curly - cut short
Eyes: Yellow
Skin Tone: Tan (Caucasian)
Appearance: Poe is a tall, wiry man, lean with muscle. His attire is nothing to dote on, other than, of course his mask. A mask--helmet that he is never seen without. It is form fitting, specifically shaped to his head. Brightly painted orange, with black ripples across its surface. A heavily tented visor lets him see from it, though it is a one-way visor, people cannot peer back into it. A black v-neck, long sleeved shirt is worn. The shirt has a pocket over the left breast. The pockets color is green. Poe sports baggy dark-blue jeans that over-lap the tongues of his black boots. A dagger is worn on his hip.

Now it is time to remove the mask. It is horrific, really. A skull, no flesh other than eyes. Purple hair sprouts out from atop the skull, while his sunken eyes peer out. There are no eye-lids. Sleep is not an easy task due to this. Skin starts at his neck, and bellow everything else is relatively normal. Large burn marks cover his torso, worn and tattered flesh.

Guild

Guild: Sabertooth
Tattoo: Left-palm
Rank: D

Magic

Primary Magic: Drill Magic
Secondary Magic: (Must be filled in later. Magic you bought at the store goes here)
Caster or Holder: Caster
Description: Drill magic was first harnessed by the miners of Whitehaven. Though it's original purpose was not for the offensive, miners used it to burrow and uncover precious metals. This magic let them do this at un-parallel rates. Essentially drill magic is just a finer honed style of wind magic. Possessors of this magic tightly wrap wind together, spinning said wind in the process. Their body can be used as a medium for the magic. The wind is highly condensed, appearing white an cloudy. With this wrapped wind(formed in the shape of a drill) they can effectively drill/pierce into things.
Strengths: Drill magic is very dangerous as it's sole purpose is to drill into things. It's power is highly condensed to small form, in it's focused area it is very dangerous. Used mostly in conjunction with melee.
Weaknesses: As stated in strengths, the drill magic is used on a small scale, and is not easily spread out or used defensively. So the user must constantly stay on the offensive.

Extra

History: The Agamen's of Whitehaven were a rich an prosperous family. Their mines made them so, and through Fiore their name was known. It wasn't until the tragedy at Agamenhall, that their name was accursed. Poe's mother, was giving birth to him when their mansion caught fire. It is unknown what started the blaze, but everything was reduced to ash within it. All things perished, Poe was the only one to survive--in truth it is not even known how the child survived.

Though a man would come to find him, Guth he was known as. A Guildmaster of a famous guild in Whitehaven. Star Fall it was so known, and at one time was a very powerful, and well respected Guild. Guth took the boy as his own, raising him with his other children. So it was, living together with his foster family in the throws of Star Fall. For a while it was bliss, Poe none the wiser of his real parents. It was the only time in his life that he was ever truly happy.

Upon the boy, Guth bestowed his magic. The Drill magic. Poe took to it like a moth to flame, assimilation, integration, and consumption. Time were good and friends were plentiful. Poe would travel about completing missions, though his mother would always protest. He's still yet too young! Let him be a child for a while longer! Guth would only laugh back at her, a boy now, but soon a man!

This happiness wasn't meant to last. In the mirror he saw, curly purple hair. While his fathers was dark as night, and his mothers was white as snow. His siblings a mixture of them both. He knew he was not one of them. When he confronted his father with this, Guth sighed, almost knowing this would be coming, eventually. Guth told him about his true birth, and the tragedy at Agamemhall. Your fathers wealth was drying up, he'd gone mad. We we're friends, once. He was a good man, truly. Though greed changes a man. He burnt everything, turning himself and his family to ash. Though not you, it's because your strong, don't you see?

Something had been torn, after the news of his true birth, Poe could never patch things up with Guth. Though truly he was still his father, but a warmth was lost. With all his might he tried--couldn't find it. What was lost. It was truly hard for the boy, not knowing his real family. He would never know his mothers embrace or the stern hand of his father. Though in a sense he had that already, didn't he? Hadn't Guth's family treated him like one of them? Yes.

The Guild was not at peace. It was breaking apart, slowly but surely. It was a terrible thing to see, Star Fall was his home. Though before the usurping could be dealt with, Darkstar revealed himself and his true intentions. The Darkstar or Man in black was the strongest man in the guild, next to Guth. When the Darkstar came down with his four demons, all of Star Fall felt their wroth. There was no reason for it, this massacre, or none ever to Poe's knowledge. The Darkstar was pure chaos, ruining the good, if in fact there was ever any good.

So they came, sacking Star Fall and it's members. The memory still clings to his mind to this day. Darklyn raising Poe's infant sister and crushing her skull against the wall. Poe's mother being raped in the corner. While a noose was thrown around his own neck, and he was strung up from the rafters. Poe watched his father as he burned alive. Magic seethed, splitting and churning. The Darkstar laughed as the boy choked, and Darklyn set the place ablaze. A gift was bestowed upon him, from a kiss Poe's face twisted. Once more he watched his family burn. Flames eating away at the rope that bound him.

From there he fled, running until he could no longer. When found his reflection, Poe found the monster the Darkstar made. Years he wondered, searching after them. Lost in his own madness and loneliness. That was until Sabertooth took him in, open arms and willing heart.

Rp Sample: Darkwater Deep. The smell of decay found his nostrils, rotting in their tombs. Still yet he dug, he could hear their screams. Help us, Poe. Set us free! You did this, you weren't strong enough! Your not strong enough to be a star! The shovel turned to ash in his hands, though that wouldn't stop him. He clawed at the earth with his fingers, but couldn't move the ground an inch. It was hard as stone. Against that his finger nails ripped away, and screams bellowed from him.

" I can't, I'm sorry but I just can't!" The man screamed at his loved one's graves.

All for not. Their phantoms seemed to say. You are nothing. Rich boy, son of a miner. You stink of dirt, and you can't even dig well. Then the voice of his mother, how could you let them do this? They killed your sister and burned Guth. You are no son of mine! Her phantom struck him, dragging him into the earth. In a coffin he was locked, worms and snakes crawling over him. The skeleton of his mother embracing him. Removing his mask, touching his face. Monster, it cried.

He awoke in his apartment, sighing on the realization of a dream. He touched the skull were once skin used to be. It was cold. He hadn't seen his own real face since he was a boy. He wondered if he had become a handsome man, but he would never know. At at least not until he found the Darkstar. Sitting idle would not help him, so he found his mask and a shirt.

Finding the doors of Sabertooth, he pushed them aside. Entering into the long hall, voices boomed and glasses sang against one another. People were having a good time, a celebration! Though he would not take part in it, no. Veer only saw Jewels and what they could do for him. He found the mission board.


Face Claim: None

No face claim?!!?!?

Approved: 1/2

Interesting choice of magic and a very creepy/sad history, very nice. Approved 2/2