App Metal Vessel

Key: Mike43

Name: Mike Kit Guenthner

Race: Kemonomini: Bear

Age:17.7

Rank/Skills/Ic Knowledge Applying For: Metal Vessal

Rank/Skills/Ic Knowledge Previously Applied For: Kemonomini, Quirk

Intent With Rank/Skills/Knowledge: To have a Second voice that can help reel Mike in when he berserk.

RP:

Mike's experiments with is magic had led him quite far, with Time magic for the most part well learned in it's own right he began looking for a way to control his anger, he had been able to keep himself in control for the most part but he felt fear fill him with the thought of the possibility of him blacking out and returning to see the bloodied remains of thous he'd come to know over the last two years.

 He began looking into the realm of contacting a spirit or better yet creating an entity. He had been reading a great deal about spiritual entities created by strong psychics and mages, similar to a Familiar but on a more personal level with a vaster usability. It was a Called a Tulpa, a being created from thought energy and in some cases Mana.

He materialized his his axe as he had plans to materialize this second consciousness inside his trusted weapon Frostbjorn. Getting up he began drawing a magical circle on the ground, laying down four piles of salt. Pulling out four liquids he poured them over the salt and each pile changed color. One to silver, one blue, one green, and the last red.

He sat himself in the center of the circle and began chanting to himself. His axe laid in front of him as the ritual started.  “Et mens mea, virtus mea, et tradam eam magicae omnem animam creare. Ne unus est mihi mori quam vivere illis. Mens autem venerunt nova fructum, tollet vestri gradibus in animam viventem.” ( With my own mind, my own power, and magic I draw on it all to create a mind. One to help me prevent death to those that live.  Now come forth this new mind, take your steps to living.)

As he chanted the piles of salt began steaming and soon enough burst into flames, each burning the color of the salts. His axe began glowing with a purple cute as something was being created inside of it. Slowly it lifted off the ground. The entity forming inside of the Axe began taking in the elemental smoke created from the salts , helping it form it's own elemental affinity. The glow slowly stopped before the axe landed back on the ground slowly.

Mike opened his eyes, reaching out to take his blade he grasped it firmly. A flurry of thoughts entering his own before one stood out. “Hello” was what had been finally descerened from the jumble of thoughts. “Hello Frostbjorn” he replied with a soft smile