The Laws that Divide Us
Name: Gioryn Hostrouss
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Kingdom: Terra
Element: Summoner
Familiar(?): He wasn't trusted with a familiar but believes his summons to be familiars in their place
Personality: He is headstrong and a bit stubborn, albeit a complete airhead. Growing up living in a loving family, he does not see the bad in people right away. This makes him seem naïve, which isn't far from reality as he will choose to believe there is good in others before outright dismissing them. Though always kind at first, he tries to be weary of strangers, often finding himself getting into more trouble if he doesn't at least try to keep up his guard. He is rather quick to make friends and laugh with his fellow neighbors, but there is something else inside of him that stirs every now and then. A darkness that crept inside of his head that he tries to keep at bay. Voices inside his head that feed into negative thoughts and leave him rather scattered brained.
Appearance: One would label him on the plain side as he isn't much to look at with the first glance. He keeps his reddish brown hair at shoulder length and often ties it up in a ponytail with a ribbon gifted to him by his grandmother before she passed. His skin is pale from a lack of sun but covered in freckles. His jade green eyes are round, big and bright, often dazzled with excitement (and showing any emotion really.) He has markings on his face that came from his first summon. A brown oval mark from his forehead down his nose, blackish brown markings around his eyes and a little around his nose. While he isn't very built, he is by no means scrawny. Most of his body is toned from years of living and climbing along the canyon sides. He dresses in breathable fitting clothing which is normally a black half tank and forest green pants that are loose around his legs. He doesn't love shoes, often going barefoot in the summer so he spends extra time taking care of his feet when he needs to. His right arm is covered with a long vulture feather, the brown ink stretching down his shoulder and stopping just at his elbow.
History: He spent his childhood in the Terra kingdom under his grandmother's watchful eye as he was a bit of a trouble maker. While it wasn't always by choice, trouble seemed to follow the young boy where ever he seemed to roam. Whether it was a crumbling canyon, an unfortunate sink hole, or even something as simple as a broken glass, it seemed as though the boy was riddled with a stream of rotten luck.
Still, no one was prepared the first time he accidentally cast his first spell bringing forth a sugar glider which he was unable to control. The tiny creature stirred quite the commotion and due to an over crowded audience and the stress of his own anxiety, it accidentally offset the little creature into jumping from his hands into an open window for a place to hide. In chasing after the little creature, the boy accidentally broke a table, ripped a perfectly good tapestry, knocked over a mount of knickknacks and spilled a very expensive tea. His grandmother ('Ma Revella), while proud of his ability to cast magic, was less elated and believed that only she would be the best teacher for her grandson - despite the efforts of his neighbors in pleading with him to move far, far, faar away to receive special training and be out of their hair.
She shaped and molded his abilities with the assistance of reading material alone, tirelessly finding ways to balance his mana pool and magical abilities while he did everything he could to avoid another calamity. With her guidance and trust in him, he was able to perform summons at will, gaining the trust of his little sugar glider companion as well as the trust of a white headed vulture, feathers of gold and tree bark and a beak and talons as sharp as razors. He trusts the both of them with his life, knowing that while they are not large or mighty powerful, they are companions who have entrusted themselves upon him as well.
Other: When he begins to feel stressed or overly frightened, his thoughts begin to meddle together. The voices in his head seem to speak in hushed whispers, and while none of them sound like his own, all seem unionized by the things he believes himself to be. He is not entirely convinced that the sounds of these voices are connected with his magic somehow, as they seem to dissipate when he is using magic even in high stress situations.
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His Summons:
Vinette - Sugar Glider
-His first summon. She is overly cautious and hesitant, often assisting him in ways to maneuver through intense situations instead of powering through them. Her markings appear around his face.
Saeure - Vulture
-Clear headed and ever watchful, she is most useful when patience and thought is required. Her markings reside around his right arm.
