Ryvius Aethering
Age:24
Background:
Born to middle class parents living in America, Ryvius is an only child.For a child he had a normal life, made friends in kindergarten, was looking forward to going to first grade. The boy always smiled easily, often with scraped knees from playing. The night of his sixth birthday this started to change. Dreams, Nightmares came to him. Of a coming darkness. His screams as he pulled himself out of it after hours woke his parents, but they could only offer words of comfort,that it was just a nightmare. This was the best night of sleep he had ever since. As the months passed the nightmare did not change, but he was less and less able to pull himself from it, spending the entire night trapped in inescapable terror of the inevitable.
No one believed him when he told them of the coming darkness. Though his parents took him to many doctors and therapists trying to find the source of his nightmares. None had any answers for the boy and his parents.
As time passed he grey quieter, no good told of telling anyone, and no one was able to help him. He could see the burden on his parents. He slept less and less, going days before collapsing in agonizing sleep.Smiled less and less until the memory of it was forgotten even by himself. Rich strawberry blonde hair no longer seemed to gleam under the sunlight, lacking luster and mirrored by dark marks beneath his eyes.
Hiding as much as he could from his parents and from everyone indeed, they were convinced he was fine, or at least willing to believe that for their own ease. He no longer screamed upon waking, but tears still stained his pillows. Yet he was not still, not willing to accept this coming end without doing something. As the age of child passed by,but not of age as an adult, he searched. Reading and hunting for anything that would give some answer to this. Seeking to deny the coming darkness, the doom of the world, of everything.
He found nothing, yet he did not stop. Even is his dreams he tried to resist the terror, the absolute end. Though it was as effective as trying to deny himself sleep, no matter how he tried in the end it was hopeless and he slept. And everything ended.
Upon attaining the age of an adult he once more tried to reach out, to seek an answer, telling of the coming end. They thought him crazy, a scam, a charlatan trying to seek fortune from lies. Fleeing from the world he sought knowledge stored around the world. Certaintly in the far flung repositories of knowledge across the span of human history there should be something the speaks of this.
And as he searched he found a glimer of light in that coming darkness. By focusing his will he could bring about change. After all the years of trying to change reality, to deny the end, it had become reality.Though nothing on a grand enough scale, it still lent him hope where there was none. He tirelessly practiced this new ability, wearing himself out, and pushing past as much as he could before passing out.Yet this ability was still worthless in his dreams, he saw no change of the inevitable end, and so he worked harder and harder. Seeking and learning as he pushed himself.
The years of travel have lent him a lanky body, not overly weak but he was no athlete. His will to keep going was far stronger than the appearance he holds, and the power within him grows the the day.Finally a scrap of knowledge, a rumored unlimited power. Perhaps this time, perhaps this lead would not be false? Perhaps he would find salvation here. Only time would tell.



Age:24
Height:184~ cm
Eyes:Washed out blue to grey
Hairullish strawberry blonde, mid back pony tail.
Weight:63~ kg
Strength:10 – E
Agility:20 – D
Prana:60 – S
Endurance:20 – D
Atlantean:40 -- B


Spells


The Light in the Darkness: The mostbasic of 'spells' that Ryvius has created, coming from his endlesssearch for the light against the coming darkness. Some glimmer ofhope that all is not lost, that there will still be a tomorrow. Alsofunctions as a night light. Creates a fragment of light that glowsdepending on his desire.


Scrying: Creates an image on areflective surface, quality of surface affects the level of thespell. A silver mirror provides the highest quality of amplification,but even still water will work. The spell working depends on range,level of knowledge and connection to the target as well as if thetarget is well hidden. Tends to use it on a small hand mirror to finda book in a library knowing the information he seeks, but not thetitle or the location. Needs to be close for this to work. Knowingthe title allows a larger range to find the specific book. A strongconnection to the target, hair, blood, a part of it will allowscrying at a much longer range. Strengthened by his clairvoyanceability, if he ever learns to control it. Likely his only real spell,though it is impossible to tell if the knowledge from scrying is adelusion.


Pillar of Light: An attack of exploding light that forms a pillar rising to the sky. This is completely powered by his delusional ability and not a real magecraft. Rings expand out from the explosion, but are merely decorative and do no damage. There is no damage delt after the initial explosion as well as no explosive force of air.





The Light of Oneself: To save himself from his fears he pulls the light into himself, a form of protection though is never avails him in his dreams. In the real world it offers a measure of defense against attacks, and happens to keep him warm as well.




Birds of Paradise: He likes birds, andhe's not certain why but they tend to follow him around. (Though more importantly he should wonder how he made them, but he doesn't much.)Birds that glow with an inner light. Intelligent, and they seem to understand him when he speaks to them, but never respond. Animprovement on his Light in the Darkness spell.




Heal: A simply named spell, it does what it seems to do. Heals himself of wounds, works okay on some diseases, doesn't help at all with the sniffles. He mostly uses it for his feet after walking the long distances between hidden tomes of knowledge. Relieves pain and fixes damage, slowly.




Fleet of Foot: The distances between the hidden libraries seem less and less as he traveled more and more.Delusion, he moves faster over long distances. Or rather perhaps, the long distances are lesser.


Knowledge of the Written: He can understand all that is written, or at least has convinced himself of that. If pressed how he can read he will answer that he learned it somewhere, but is forced to answer vaguely, as he has never learned anything beyond English.


Feats


Librarian of Stored Knowledge: He never forgets. Even if he wishes he could.


Dreams of the End: He will always dream of the end of existence, and will never have a sleeping momentwithout it haunting him.


Insomnia: He doesn't sleep much, and is very good at it.


Perception of Reality: He can things that others cannot, his perception warped by his own ability. Echo's left behind, remnants of things long past,or things that will come to pass. Or things that never will have not passed.






Atlantean Power:
Ability to overwrite reality with what his delusions.