[b]Username[/b]: Sollar Lairis
[b]Name[/b]: Dole Flejer
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Race[/b]: Magical Human
[b]Colour[/b]: [color=#003fff]Whatever #003fff is[/color]
[b]Biography[/b]: [i]That which does not kill us makes us stronger.[/i]

Magic is like a science. It requires thought, skill, and extensive research to do correctly. The consequences are dire, but the results can be extraordinary.
Dole Flejer was simply a young assistant to a modern practitioner of magic, he got herbs, he cleaned up after messes, and on some unfortunate days, he tested out spells.
On one such unfortunate day, the practitioner was, as always, fully engrossed in his work, the only difference this time was that he had been for the last week. Dole was worried, but paid it no mind, as practitioners of such things had their own rules to abide by and they certainly wouldn't fall to a few days without food or water. Sweeping the floors outside his study, cleaning the shelves, and occasionally bringing a potion or two, Dole thought his boss would emerge normally in a day or two, possibly angry  at a failure, or happy at a success, but overall the same.
So when he was called in an uncharacteristically sullen voice, his worry grew.

[color=#003fff]"Y-yes sir?" [/color]
"Ah, you have come. Good, sit down Dole."
[color=#003fff]"Uhm, sir if you could please explain why you called me? Is something wrong?" [/color]
"Hmmm... I am afraid something is." He slowly grabs a rainbow steaming vial and holds it in front of him. "This... is my magical energy. All of my magical power is held within this tiny bottle."
[color=#003fff]"Wha.. what? Can we put it back? Wh-Why is it out?" [/color] Dole's wariness was now plainly visible on his face, he was shaking and stuttering. His eyes were wide open, staring at the vial of magical energy.
"No. It would only be wasted. I need you to take it. To take my magical energy, and call it your own."
[color=#003fff]"Why? Why me?"[/color]
"Because I trust you." He thrust the vial in his assistants hand and then laid back. "Drink it."

[COLOR=#003fff]After some hesitation, Dole drank up. At first he felt the same, then a bit glowy, then his mind and body felt like they got hit by a truck as each of his senses became shocked at all of the new feelings in the world. Dole momentarily glowed and floated in the air, and then he immediately threw up. Taking some deep breaths, Dole was barely standing. The world was fuzzy and he certainly didn't comprehend anything about what was going on when his boss shot lighting at him.

As the rightfully confused Dole took a load of electricity to the chest, he once more felt that odd glow, luckily without the floating and barfing. When the pain from the lightning had passed, Dole felt rightfully energized. He stared at his employer in anger and immediately yelled "What did you do to me?" As his arms waved in anger, lighting shot out of his own hands, to his surprise and to his boss’s glee. [/COLOR]

As it turned out, the rainbow potion was a special concoction meant to give the drinker the ability to temporarily absorb and control magic that was used on them. There could be a few flaws here and there but as Dole had handily proven it worked. Unfortunately, before he could hear the full story on what exactly the potion did and get any sort of explanation from his employer, Dole Flejer was taken away, possibly to never be seen again.


[b]Description[/b]: Dole Flejer is a young somewhat flustered man wearing a striped shirt and khaki pants, with his brown hair kept clean. From a glance he is exceptionally normal, which is part of what makes him such a great assistant for magical matters. Other factors include being hardworking and very straightforward. He is not very inquisitive or prying and he just sort of does what is expected of him or what he thinks is expected of him. Occasionally, he wishes for a more exciting life, but all in all he is content with what he has.
[b]Items/Abilities[/b]: The potion that was fed to Dole gives him a very powerful magical ability. Firstly, the potion granted him some magical endurance, meaning he could be attacked by a large number of things without serious injury to himself. Secondly, the potion gives him the ability to channel and reuse what attacked him in some way. If he is stabbed, he can grow a knife, if he's hit by a fireball, he can use a fireball. Due to the flaws in the potion, the exact output and input ratio is different and does not seem to have a true pattern, but as long as Dole feels some pain, he can dish it out. Beyond the potion's effect, Dole has some small knowledge of magic, just recognizing it, not casting.