Name: Sean Taylor
Appearance: Gender: Age: 18
Build: 6'1, 130 lbs
Species: Human
Magic Category/Categories: Lighting
Mana Count: 150
Known Spells/Abilities:Shocker: Sean grips a target, hitting them with the force of an average stungun (20 mana)
Bolt: A more ranged version of Shocker, Sean fires a lightning blast up to 30 feet with the force of a stungun. Basic insulation and magic armor will usually block this (25 mana)
Beeg bolt: A bigger, badder version of bolt capable of overcoming all but the strongest of insulation and more advanced magical armors (40 mana)
How does this even work?: Sean electrifies a piece of metal with a Shocker spell. However, instead of immediately dissipating as electricity normally would, it remains at full charge in the metal for roughly 3 minutes (25 mana)
Here comes the storm: Sean fires a bolt, with the added twist that it can jump between up to 3 targets (45 mana)
F**k you in particular: Usually used as a desperate last resort, Sean calls on the full strength of a lightning bolt to strike down one guy he really doesn't like. Can only be used outdoors (125 mana)
Equipment: 1x combat knife
1x nail hammer
1x AK 47
Class: First year
Nationality: American
Hometown: Detroit
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: Stone. Cold, detached. Lonely. Perhaps a slight overstatement of Sean's personality, but not particularly far off. Still, he understands the value of teamwork, and is acutely aware of his own limitations, which he is deeply insecure of.
Biography: Sean was always an average kid. Sure, he might've lived in a shittier part of Detroit, one where gunfire and car alarms weren't uncommon, but he still lived the best life he could, under the circumstances. Helpful, brave, maybe a little reckless. All words that the other kids and even some adults would use to describe him. Until he came home from school, the tender age of 15, to an armed robbery, and watched his father take a bullet or ten to the chest. The killer made off with all of 15$, and Sean's dad bled out on the floor before an ambulance arrived. The cops came, sure, but they were a little busy with other things to track down another junkie who got a little more desperate than usual. So, Sean took things into his own hands.
See, Sean had a good memory for faces. He remembered almost every little detail about this guy, from the little jagged scar under his bright green right eye, to the mole on his rather weak chin. He also had the unique knowledge of a boy raised in the worst part of town as to where the worst kind of people hung out. He figured a junkie willing to kill for 15$ ranked among them. He "borrowed" a gun from someone who was once his friend, and started his search for vengeance. In the mean time, he put time in at the range, where an old man befriended him. Maybe he saw something in Sean that he'd had when he was younger, maybe he just thought Sean would benefit from some tips on his shooting, either way, the old man inadvertently saved his life. The old man, you see, had heart disease that was just waiting to strike. One day, the sound of gunfire must've been too much for him, and he slipped into cardiac arrest, right on the floor in front of Sean. Watching the sadly familiar scene of a father figure dying on the floor, something in him snapped open. He knelt down next to the old man, put his hands on his chest, and to Sean's wonder, they started sparking, stabilizing the old man's heart just enough to give the paramedics time to get there. And Sean learned to very important things that day. One, he was a walking, talking battery, and two, he didn't have it in him to take a life. And so, he searched for an outlet for his newfound magic.
At first, he stuck in Michigan for his search, but he quickly moved his search outwards, until he found the Santa Marina academy. He isn't quite sure why he picked it (when asked, he'll just say he liked the name best), but in the end, he ended up enrolled there. His mother seeing him off, he boarded the plane to Florida. And the rest, they say, is history.
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