Jagan Eye

Character Name Mike
Character Age 21.7
Byond key Mike43
Skill/rank apping for: Jagan Eye

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 Mike had been developing his energies rather quickly. Thanks to the marks he had, though he'd yet actually tapped into their growth aiding ability.  Instead he'd been training his psychic abilities, along with his magical ones. The two energies seemed to aid one another.

It'd been through the use of both of them that he had found snippets of lore about a Ritual requiring both a Magical and Psychic Adept to perform. Trying to delve deeper into this Ritual of the Evil eye he found various texts explaining that to obtain the power of this eye, one had to feed it.

He worked for weeks getting everything he had to for the ritual. Needing worldly Riches, Food, Silver and gold paste. As well as a lot of energy. These were all things he could gather and put forth the immense amount of energy he held within himself.

 It took him a whole day to prepare the food, as well as the riches which consisted of gems, precious metals and refined goods. The Gold and Silver paste used to draw the circle around everything he gathered and then another for where he would sit. He finished by drawing an eye on his forehead with the paste, it staining his fur.

Looking over everything he was ready. Getting into the circle he could sit down and meditate. His magical and Psychic energies raising as they seemed to drain from himself and into the circle he sat inside of. Slowly the circle beginning to glow.

But it took much longer for the second circle with the offerings to glow. The objects inside of it began slowly melting , decaying and rotting. It all being absorbed by the magic circle it resided in. being used as tribute for the ritual.

He sat there feeling his energy continuing to be drained from him. It had been hours since he had began and still focusing his energies he felt he was about half his reserves and there was not a single sign of this drain stopping. That was until a sharp pain dug into his forehead. He grunted as he remained seated , the pain only growing more as he felt like knifes were scraping against his forehead, and quickly a fluid began running down over his face.

The pain of it becoming more and more intense before a pressure built up inside of his head followed by a sickening cracking sound. Then Numbness, followed by silence. His energy nearly all but draining from his body. His being feeling wrecked by fatigued in a rush of sensation as he felt his body fall limp to the ground.

When he was finally able to get his body to snap out from the meditative trance it had been in he gasped for air. Laying in the middle of a now blackened circle, his weakened body felt as if he'd been put through a months worth of fighting, with out a single break. He felt weak, and feeble. But his senses were stronger, Was this truly what he'd been after, he wasn't sure but what was done was done. He couldn't undo this, he'd just have to adapt to this new weakened state.