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Magnus Doorne
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Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Bonded / Unbonded
Unbonded - never has in the past either
Role:
Resistance Member
Dragon:
TBD
Appearance:
More human in his presentation, Magnus possesses a warm tan complexion that compliments his light brown eyes. A slight build due to his lack of physical work in his early life, spending the majority of his time running from shopkeepers after he managed to pinch a loaf of bread from their stall. His stamina greatly benefited from his theiving past, gifting him with slender limbs and a litheness he seems to be unware of.
His head is crowned by dark brown curls, usually unkempt in their pattern and arrangement, just long enough to fall into his eyes if he tilts his head just right. The sides shaved close to his skin, almost completely devoid of any visible hair, yet the back of his head is kept the same length as the rest. From either temple, a usually braided long strand of honey blonde hair extends down to his shoulders. If they are ever unbraided, the strands are typically pulled back into his curls with a small band.
His light brown eyes carry a sharpness, rarely moving in smooth arching motions, almost cat like they flick from one object of his attention to the next. They are lined with a standard strip of lashes a shade darker than his hair, not quite black.
Dotted across his nose and forehead is a splattering of freckles, only mildly darker than his skin tone, so they're often missed if you are casually observing Magnus.
He stands at 5'10", yet he is the tallest of his family members, which can sometimes cause many issues with his debauchery.
His voice is rather standard of a man his age, perhaps a little stand offish in its tone the majority of the time.
His scent is a mixture of smoke, cinnamon and vanilla.
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Personality:
Skeptical | Blase` | Critical | Proud | Moral (of his own flavour) | Intuitive | Observent | Misguided | Quiet |
Under his current circumstances, Magnus is definitely not pleased to be drafted into this death wish training. His hand was forced by his father who has had enough of his thievery and debauchery, believing this training would curb his black sheep son into a respectable citizen by serving his homeland in their war, expecting his son to return with a new out look on life.
His typically quiet natural is often due to his constant observing of the current situation around him, noting each glance, each hitch of breath. A skill he earned by staking out his robbery targets in the main city. If he were to enjoy the company of another being he would reveal his sardonic character and humour, although he doubts any of these "upstanding citizens" that have decided willingly to enter into this training will peak his interest. Socialisation is most definitely not his priority during this training as he suspects a great majority of his new comrades will succumb quickly to injuries in their first back - just as he suspects he too will fall to his demise. Who would want to hedge their bets on a dragon saving a mere human instead of saving their own skin in the heat of battle?
At home, Magus is the eldest son and therefore has the terrible fate of becoming the "man of the house" once his father retires. Retires is a strong term, his father slings herbs he collects in the early morning claiming their powerful healing components instead of getting a real job. When he was 15 he decided to steal a pocket watch from a nobleman in the streets - having succeeded and fenced it for a good sum, he was able to provide his family with good food that week. And thus his kleptocracy was born.
To his core Magnus doubts anyone's survival in this war, even with aid, their small city is going to fall to the enemy and fighting is just prolonging the inevitable. But he supposes there is a slim chance of survival if these teachers are any good. Despite his dismissive attitude towards the cause he is now fighting for, Magnus is not opposed to enjoying the time he has left in this world, a purveyor of books, he is often found with a small tome in his grasp, be it historical, scientific, he will read anything he can get his hands on.
However, when the attack came. He scrambled to get himself out of way, to save his own neck over others. Whether or not that will return to haunt him, he doesn't know. All that matters is that he escaped and found other riders to join, preserving his own life.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
+ Agile
+ Persistent
+ High stamina from his frequent fleeing.
+ Strategist from planning his heists of food, money or goods.
~ Lacks muscle mass
~ Judgemental of himself and others.
~ Indecisive in his plans, overthinking all possible outcomes.
~ Damaged left hand from a disgruntled shop keep that caught him stealing food. The middle and ring finger were crushed with a metal clothing iron, damaging all the tendons so that they cannot extend to allow the fingers to fully articulate.
Crush: NA
Partner: NA
Kin:
Mother - Narissa Doorne
Father - Robert Doorne (the one who sent him to become a dragon rider to "set him on the right path")
Sisters - Erika Doorne; Dahlia Reed
Brothers- Fredrick Doorne; Quinzel Doorne; Eamon Doorne.
All of which may be deceased, Magnus has not seen them since the attack.
Affiliations: Open