Fluchbrecher
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"Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"The Tyger, William Blake
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β΅π·π΄πΈπΆπ·πβ΅ 6'0"
β΅π±ππΈπ»π³β΅ Clearly an aged carnivore; lithe in the legs and strong in the arms, slightly thicker around the tummy due to his years but not by much. Plainly not one for much physical activity.
β΅π΄ππ΄πβ΅ A clean, mossy green that contrasts well with his fur.
β΅π΅ππβ΅ He is multiple colors, including orange, brown, cream, and white. His head is a halo of cheek fur, whiskers, and the chin and throat fur that fuses into his chest to create the illusion of a rather illustrious beard. Seems to be quite fond of styling his fluffy cheek fur by twisting it into tufts that swoop up almost like great thick devil horns on the side of his face.
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β΅π πΎπΈπ²π΄β΅ Christoph Waltz
β΅πΎπ³π³πΈππΈπ΄πβ΅ Feels an odd palpitation behind his sternum now and again. Huh.
β΅π²π»πΎππ·πΈπ½πΆβ΅ Simple white shirts with deliciously, luxuriously ornate waistcoats. Pressed pleated trousers. Ancient, ornate hats of two varieties (simple conical hat with suns and stars, typical wizard's hat without much embellishment), robes worn open with filligree embroidered on the edges. His favored colors are red, black, deep green, and indigo.
β΅πΉπ΄ππ΄π»ππβ΅ Sigil ring with his house crest, for wax seals on letters, and an ornate pocket watch. -
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Plagued since his faraway youth by visions both prophetic and unreal, deemed by many as insane and by others a genius and visionary, Ivo is a creature of many mental multitudes. He speaks sometimes in alliteration and riddles, in terms archaic, for his upbringing was through the windows of books, of texts written by those long-dead, ancient tomes mouse-eaten and crumbly to the touch. Strongly set in his ways and stubborn, so stubborn, a wholly immovable object. Irascible, his patience for stupidity can be incredibly short and without remorse. Has been known to give absolutely burning, scathing remarks and bring underlings to tears with a swift stabbing of words.
The pinnacle scholar, the thinking man, da Vincian in his dedication to study, particularly of the arcane. Hermit, author. Some of his niche interests include clockwork and engineering, illuminating his manuscripts, engraving, woodcrafting, and games of strong mental occupation such as chess. Someone who is made very bored very quickly by what he refers to as 'inane prattle' and 'doddering old bags of wind', while he is getting on in age his curiosity is ever-bright, ever burning, a deep hungry furnace in his heart. He seeks new things constantly, and perhaps that is what keeps him quite fresh of mind.
Wields his intellect like a hammer but does not tend to swing it at others, rather at whatever he is trying to accomplish. Firmly established in his sense of self and morality, absolutely unbending on whether or not it is appropriate to use certain types of magic. Necromancers and their ilk repulse him and he is quite fond of breaking curses, should one so need it. In short, he is quite intense and quite irritable, intent on his activities, immersed in learning, and highly accomplished at what he does, knows it, and yet seems to remain a mostly humble student of the universe. Driven by intellectual hunger and that constant seeking of answers.
On the flipside of his well-worn coin, he can be quite affectionate and has a tender spot toward those he 'works on' so to speak. In those private familial and friendly circles, he is seen as a fatherhead for multiple people and his primary organization of other wizards, an eccentric feline certainly, with explosive moments of ferocity, but gentlehanded and kind in rare instances as well. Prone to deep sentimentality.
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Pickled mice, vanilla cream, roast pigeon, pinecone jam, a good roaring fireplace, cold rain, the deep snow, quality musicianship, clockwork odds and ends, maximalism, frenetic jazz.β΅ π³πΈππ»πΈπΊπ΄π β΅
Insects, sleeping, occultists play-acting at magic, wow look at this awesome placeholder -
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A Norwegian Forest cat, a species bred so to survive the cold climes of Norway. His fur is luxurious and has a godly thickness to it, extremely soft and a very effective insulator. His coloring is natural but varied; the upper part of his face including his ears is orange, cream, and brown-banded but around his nose and mouth everything seems to go white. This white travels down to the fur that sprouts thickly around his neck and chest. This 'beard' as one may call it fans back out into the aforementioned coloration and banding around his cheeks where the fur fans out in a glorious mixture of gravity-defying thickness and the errant whisker or two.
His coat is something to be admired, for sure, in all of its strange coloration and incredible quality.
In terms of clothing, he is very well dressed, tending to favor long-sleeved, near billowy white dress shirts with a heavily decorated waistcoat over top. The waistcoats vary in color but are always decorated with stitching and filligree and intricate designs, it is rare that they are simple. In one of the pockets is kept a pocket watch on a chain, its sister timepiece belonging to another. For his bottom half he wears well-pressed, pleated trousers. These are generally black but he has been known to wear the occasional brown or red depending on how he feels like coordinating with his waistcoat. He's very particular. This is his basic attire that he can be found in when in a natural, relaxed setting or when out and about on errands or ventures unrelated to his work.
While working! Ivo wears a spectacular set of robes. He has several sets. Their colors are as follows: black, crimson, deep forest green, and indigo. These robes are all darkly moodily colored and filligree'd much in the same sense that his waistcoats are, though they are mostly only decorated around their edges. His cloaks possess a hood that he never uses as he does not like the way it makes his hair look when he removes it. Go figure.
He will, however, wear his magician's hat. He has two. One is a simple conical hat with no brim that sits on the very crown of his head by feats unknown to normal men. It is black and decorated with gold suns and stars. He also has a red one. His other hat is your stereotypical wizard's hat, bent-tip cone with a wide brim, that he will wear for theatrical effect when attending public events or business meetings. He has one in blue, red, and black, and each one is evidently ancient, made of some kind of leather, and well taken care of. They are fairly unadorned with decoration save for a simple belt around the cone of each three, the buckle of each varying according to whatever mood he is in.
His footpaws are generally clad in slippers of some kind around the house but he does have a wickedly lovely pair of pointed old boots, for special occasions such as those listed above. They go with the hat, and the robes. -
Abilities
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To put things simply, he is a magical prodigy. Ivo has an innate magic to him, a magic that does not stem from learning or any other outside influence. The magic he possesses comes from a well that exists deeply inside of himself, bred from some star-situation of his birth, something as inborn in him as the little curl to the ends of his whiskers. There is magic in his fingers, in his nerve endings, and in his blood.
