MAGICAL BOY

What kind of boy are you?
Adventurous and and Fun to be around. Somewhat dense. likes to defend the Innocent.

What convinced you to make a contract?
I want to be defend my family and friends from the evil that runs rampant.

What is your wish?
To start a Knightly Organisation
OR
I wish for my friends to be happy.

Magical Boy Name:
The Shield Warden

Real Name:
Tim Townsand

Age:
14

Magical Element:
Metal

Magical Power:
Magical Enchanting
(Can Enchant mundane weaponry for a certain amount of time. EG Mass enchanting lasts a full Battle, Specific lasts week.
Can also enchant mundane vehicles.)
or (Hard to choose)
Summon Mechanical Mythic beasts: Summons beasts from myth and legends, only in a Metallic/Mechanical form. (EG. Giant Mechanical KRAKEN)

Magical Effect:
Magical Strike
Regeneration

Magical Weapon:
 Longsword and Shield ( A sword and shield made of Unknown Metallic Substance.)

Costume:
Magical Armour/w Cape ( Armour of unknown Metallic Substance.)
Colour: Silver/Gray, with orange lining/w Orange cape.

Normal Attributes:
Aggro = 8, Cool = 6, Social = 3, Sharp = 4.

Magical Attributes:
Magic = 8, Heart = 5, Fury = 7

Base Resolve:
18

Finishing Attack:
Defend the innocent: Multiple sword slashes imbued with magic, meant to merge into said enemy combatant, and explode after one final swing of the sword.

Alternate Finisher:Destroy Evil: Summoning a large amount of Magical swords around the enemy, plunging through, around, and back into the enemy. They then merge into one large sphere inside the body, and explode after three seconds.

Relationships:
Will be covered later

Crisis:
I fell through a portal, and now I’m stranded in a different part of the world.

Magical pendant: A ring on his left hand, with a quote inscribed on it.

height/Weight: What an average Height would be for a kid his age. He would be considered large for his age. A mix of Fat and muscle, though more muscle then fat, has made him into a large kid for his age. (I'll write up specifics later)

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Brown

Skin complexion: While his arms, lower legs, feet neck and face are Lightly tanned, the rest of his body is a pale white due to never going shirtless in public.

History: Tim had a fascination with Knights and monsters. Not in the usual way like other children, whereas The Knight would slay the monster, saving the princess. No, he preferred that the Knight rode the monster into battle, fighting against the bad guys, and riding off into the sunset No princesses allowed.

When the spark of his fascination first lit, he was eight. His father had given him a set of toys to play with. These toys where a mix mash of Aliens, monsters, Animals and a set of Knights. He had nicknamed them, "The Knights of the Cardboard table".

The months after, he had asked his father for more and more toys, slowly building up an army of little monsters and knights. His Overactive Imagination had given them life, in a sense, and he had a wonderful time playing with them. He had created his own Knight organisation, the name based on something his father made up."The Knights of Errant Hope".Being only Eight, he had no understanding of the name, but thought it was 'Awesome' sounding, so he kept it.

 Two years later,when it neared Christmas time, he received a great gift. During the months before, as far back as February, Tim had begged his father for more toys. Over the last two years his toy collection had grown, along with a couple wooden swords and shields (Made by his father and Co.), and a Giant plush dragon named Reggie. His room had scattered books around it, all detailing great monsters,dragons, Dinosaurs,Mythical creatures and Knights.

What he got for Christmas was totally unexpected, and absolutely amazing. His father, over the span of months, with the help of his wife, had created a Wooden suit of armour. It wasn't anything special when it came to detail, but it looked bulky and strong, perfect size for him. He had asked his father if he could paint it, and as his father replied with a yes, Tim had already left the room to get the paints. On Christmas eve, he had officially become a Knight. His armor was of a silver colour, with orange outlines and an orange 'cape, made of thrown away fabric.

But, after another three years, everything changed. As Tim got older, he got less and less interested in his toys. He would still occasionally play with his Sword and shield, but his figures were left to dust in a large box under his bed. His wooden armor, now too tall and big for it, was left in his closet, where it would also collect dust, albeit he would take it out and wipe it off occasionally.

His father had started drinking again, occasionally coming home drunk. His mother would work hard to keep the house clean, and all the other chores, along with the help of Tim and occasionally his father when he wasn't drunk or working.The family was in a bit of a money trouble, so help was needed around the household.

Even if Tim had gotten older. Even if He had gotten too big for his figures and armor.Even if he had more priorities then he did when he was little, taking up more of his time. He would always remember his wish. His wish to start a Knightly organisation. As silly as it sounded to others, it was his one true ultimate goal. Something he would never give up. He would still play with the sword and shield his father had gotten him all those years ago, albeit it was more training on mailboxes and punching bags, and less chasing the cats around the neighborhood. He had recruited a few friends from around the street, training them in sword fighting when he had the time. He had taken to protecting the younger kids and beating up the local bullies. He had been ruling the block with adventure on his mind, and his friends and family in his heart. He knew they needed his help.

But then everything changed. Drastically.