Key:Mike43
Name:Michael I. Zwebber
Race: Human
Age: 10
Rank/Skills/Ic Knowledge Applying For: Hero of Aspect
Rank/Skills/Ic Knowledge Previously Applied For:
Intent With Rank/Skills/Knowledge: To give my character a bit more traits to outline his personality and something base his core values around.

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 Michael had always been rather slow when it came to responding to stimulation around him. Having moments of delayed reactions to pain or sometimes not responding at all. Though when he was invested in something he seemed to have a change of pace. Usually to the point of being hyper absorbed into what every it was that had peaked his interest.

 Having lived the last four years wondering around the world unattended. He doesn't remember much more then wondering around and seeming to find himself in the oddest of locations. One moment he could be eating some food in a store the next he was in the forest, or quite a few times in someone else's home. I had never really bothered him, even when the people yelled at him and got angry, he tended to just leave and he'd find himself somewhere safe if it ever got to bad.

Traveling and just seeing things had been one of the things that brought him joy in life. Seeing new things and tasting foods he hadn't had before were second.

A few things he came to understand was that if you hurt others you were going to get hurt. Being free and unbound to one location was what  life was meant to be like. The flow of magic was always shifting, and  finally, Eating everything insight was never a good idea.

 As of lately he had been feeling like he was being watched and he really wasn't sure why. He was walking around the desert city he was currently sleeping in when he found a letter . Picking it up he saw his name on it and opened it slowly.

 Upon opening it the letter burst into light and when it faded he found his sight slowly returning to him.  As he rubbed his eyes he tried finding the letter think it had been some kind of weird prank pulled on him but found nothing as to where the letter went. As he collected himself he wasn't sure why but he felt different.