Mystic
Individual Character's full name: August Isaac Appleberry
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Auggie
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) 2/14/92
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Greenwich village, New York City, New York.
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: no comment
AppearanceHair color and style: Black, wild. Long, a little wavy.
Skin Tone: Gently Tanned.
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 6’ 2 1/2”
Build: A dancer’s build.
Visible Magical Corruption: (Not applicable, yet.)
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: na
Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: He likes to dress nice, in plenty of designer shirts and silks. Suits. Ties. Tight pants. Well tailored.
Uniform: He wears a suit to work.
Sleepwear: He had expensive pajamas he may or may not wear.
Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable)
CharacterPersonality: (How your character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.)
August likes drama. Likes causing it, likes watching it, likes being a part of it. He enjoys singing and dancing. Likes the stage. Likes to be the center of attention.
August can be a bit of a narcissist. He does not enjoy admitting fault, or accepting blame. His knee jerk reaction is to explain himself and the situation. To evade, and find reasons why things turned out how they did. And he can overreact. Those are recurring issues.
Some exes have called him out as a liar. It isn’t like its compulsive or anything. Sometimes, it is just hard for him to keep his word. He can be distracted by life. He can screw up. He also gets bored and likes to do interesting things.
In big social gatherings, August enjoys visiting and flitting around like a little bird. Talking to everyone. Flirting. Some people get tired from being “On” all the time. He seems to draw energy from performing to a crowd. It gives him life.
He can be commanding. August likes things his way and won’t hesitate much to insist on things when they aren’t up to par. The man is used to people humoring him. His parents spoiled him as a child, and he is very talented. Because of that, he does not have much trouble convincing the right people to do as he says... most of the time. And he gets his way a disturbing amount of the time. He is selfish... but also thinks for the long haul.
August likes people that give him their full attention.
He is loyal to friends, unless they betray him. He likes to make people happy with his winning personality! And His sense of humor... let’s not get started on his sense of humor.
August goes on the internet too much when he is bored. He feels very strongly about some things! And he likes cats. And celebrities. And expensive things he can buy.
Hobbies/ Interests: Dancing, French. Cooking French or Italian cuisine. Music. Singing, playing piano, playing violin. Night clubs. Gambling. Wine pairings. He has also been introduced to dungeons and dragons by some of his friends, and... dabbles. Fine: he is a huge nerd and he likes bards. They try to sleep with anything. This amuses him.
Job or part time job and description: Professional concert violinist, second chair. New York orchestra.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:Special talents: (not related to magic)
Can speak French and Spanish, cook various bits of French and Italian cuisine, knows his wines, and plays the violin and the piano. He can also sing.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: August is neutral, and could be persuaded to do things of questionable ethical value... by the right person. As well as good things, sure! Those, too.
He has stolen hoodies from lovers, but would never steal money. Would never steal from a store. Mainly because that’s blatant, and thieves get caught. Plus, he is well off and has funds.
Has he cheated? On tests? Perhaps. On people? No comment.
He has lied, and will continue to lie in order to get what he wants. He is more than happy to use people’s preconceived notions against them.
August is not a murderer, and would probably stop someone from flat-out killing someone... but he is not opposed to shutting down someone rude with a snide comment. Anything beyond a purely verbal slap... really depends on the reasoning. It’s unlikely he would want to be a part of anyone beating the crap out of anyone... but he might appreciate more drama-oriented scenes with less violent acts.
For your run-of-the-mill law-breaking... speeding? He has speeded. DWIs? No. He would just get someone to drive him home, or crash somewhere, or get a cab. Lying to police? Lying, in-general. Maybe. Depends on the situation and how it benefits him.
He is rules-flexible. Self-centered. And open-minded.
Feelings toward Mutants: Ambivalent. They can be useful.
Feelings toward Humans: Ambivalent. They can be useful.
Feelings toward Adapteds: Ambivalent. They can be useful.
MagicArcana Praeditus: Metation
Arcana Initium: Illusion
Preferred Foci: Hand signs, or glyphs for stealth. If he uses glyphs, he has a limited supply of glyph cards kept in a pocket. They get burned out of sight, out of mind. Sometimes, he runs out and has to burn life energy through gestures. Doing so tires him out and can weaken him or his immune system.
Casting Costs:
August has two main modes of casting. The first is somatic gestures. Hands motions. Sometimes, her tosses in verbal with the sound, but mostly he just uses his hands. Sometimes, her plays an instrument. This uses ambient magical energy, or the energy he channels. Overuse starts to dip into life energy, ki, chakra, mana, whatever you call the stuff. Which is why he had a second mode.
The alternative cost for casting is items of monetary value, basically, but it is more complicated. While He can use gold and precious stones/metals, He usually uses gold-leaf painted cards. August takes time to paint them with literal gold. The act also lets August imbue each card with magic, to act as a storage device to pay costs. Using magic while holding a card on his person (hands or pockets) causes the card to disintegrate, or “burn”. There is no physical fire, and even the ash is consumed. It leaves no trace. Small magic does not consume entire cards. Beginner level spells burn half a card, intermediate, a whole card, advanced burns cards, starting at two per spell, and rising. The big suggestion august used on the cataclysm, for example, burned a lot of his remaining cards.
August usually carries a deck of bicycles, 52 in count, and maybe 10 business cards. All imbued, paired with gold. He tried silver as a pairing metal, but it did not work as well. There was less value, which meant greater resource expenditure. A big magic would consume like ten silver cards, or maybe even a whole silver necklace/ring. Gold is better.
Props
Deck of 52 cards
10 business cards
Jewelry
Hand signs
Instrument
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Magical Theme: Manipulation and illusions.
Snap Spell: (A spell of your Arcana Praeditus that you learned innately when you became a Mystic)
Spell school: Invocation- Suggestion- August uses compulsion magic to make a suggestion that a target may or may not obey. The more reasonable-sounding the suggestion, the better the compulsion. Suggestions that lead to physical harm instantly fail. See spell book for full description.
Additional Spells
Minor illusion
Inspiration
See Spellbook for further information:
theultimatexmen.proboards.com/thread/15404/august-spellbookPhysical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: (Strength/Speed/Reflexes/Stamina/Flexibility) Average strength / Average reflexes / Average stamina / Excellent flexibility.
Fighting Style: Many characters have no formal fight training. August is one of them.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:He has a glass jaw. Please, don’t hit August. He will utilize cleverness and guile to avoid conflict, along with honeyed words.
History Of Your Character(Please write the history of your character and explain how they became a Mystic, along with their Snapping experience)
August’s mother, Dahlia, met his father when she was sixteen. He was a handsome young man who loved to dance. She was a strong independent young woman who had a brief fling. Her parents covered for her until such a time as she could pass it off as her mother’s newest child. Then, find some wealthy young man to marry her, and settle.
He didn’t learn of the realities surrounding his birth until he was sixteen, himself. Until then, he was raised by his mom, while thinking she was his oldest sister. He is still going to therapy about that. Or he really should be.
His biological father, it turned out, was actually famous. Or at least, he was on the news and his mother recognized him. He had taken a bunch of people hostage, and was making them dance. It was kind of odd. But that is who he was. Or is. That conversation was actually the one where he learned she was his mother. It went a little something like this;
“Auggie, that man... that looks like your father.”
“My... father? But...”
“It has been years since I saw him. But that swagger, that smile. It could only be—“
“Wait, what? My dad is —“ he pictured his much older rich white capitalist father. She shook her head, pointed at her chest, and said
“This ruse has gone on long enough. I’m your mom. That is your dad. And Gregory is your grandfather. Not your father.”
“Moooooom.” At which point, he ran to his grandma and spilled the beans and found everything out. Might have been messier than that. Might have been cleaner. He has spent years blocking out the memory of that conversation.
But parentage aside, August was born into a wealthy family in New York. He was raised spoiled around several brothers and sisters, some much older, one of whom may have actually been his mother. His father, Gregory Appleberry, was a wealthy businessman. An investment banker, or a stock broker, or something. He had never really asked.
His family cut throats and stabbed backs. Sisters were all some degree of demented or self-absorbed. His father was a manipulative bastard. And also his grandpa. One of his uncles/brothers might’ve even tried to hang himself after his father got his boyfriend deported. The only good person was his aunt Emma, and she was caught up in the bad stuff, too.
The second he could leave and make his way in the world, he stayed in his grandfathers good graces instead. Became a musician. Used contacts. Became a professional musician. And generally ignored the nitty gritty details of his family while living his best life.
If pressed, he would never admit to being related to the super villain, Private Dancer. He would never talk about his mother. His grandfather. His mother’s ex-husband, or his family, at large. In short, he would lie. He would make something up. He would only admit to coming from money. And really, that is all that matters. Oh, and that he can play violin well. Besides, his real life. His real family. Didn’t really find him until he was in his late 20s. That was when he discovered the mystics.
Some People go on epic quests to find mysticism. They travel the world and speak to many people. He did not do any of that. His parents did not introduce him to the cult. He pretty much fell ass-backwards into it through some contact at a club. Agreed to do the ritual, though he had sort of been joking. And then, he had gotten knocked out for several days. The first thing he did when he woke up was suggest someone get him an expensive drink... and they did. They rest, as they say, is history.
His family: grandparents (he thought they were mom and dad for 16 years)
Ex-Step father - Dick, mom divorced after reality of family twistedness came to light
Mother - dahlia. He thought she was an older sister for 16 years
Siblings: many aunts and uncles, only 1 is alright. They used to be his siblings in his mind. His mother has no further children(?). Unless he has younger siblings and she does…. Wow.
He doesn’t spend much time thinking on his family, he just does right by them for monetary gain.
RoleplayWhat’s your OOC alias?: Mugen
Where did you learn about this site?: Cannot recall.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Ashton, Amelia, Shin, Elliott, Danny/ Lucien, and Lenna.
Sample RP:(Please use the character you're applying for, not a character from another site.)
“When I was a child, my father tried to scare me into adhering to a curfew with an urban legend.” August said, cheekily reciting from an old book he had read probably a dozen times. “It was about an ageless man, who lived in the village, and practiced black magic. According to my father, he was able to open doors into dark dimensions and commune with demons and long-dead spirits. A mystic, my father called him...”
He smiled to himself at what he was going to do next. “As I grew older, my father’s bogeyman lost its impact. At one point, I said ‘eff that. I’m into that shit!’ So I sought the bogeyman out.”
He chuckled to himself. That was not how the story went. That was not how it was supposed to go. The hero was supposed to have said the bogeyman lost its impact, that such a being could not exist outside of an old man’s imagination. That he had stopped believing... And the hero would then admit how wrong he had been. And how he had then sought him out... and how what he had found had been infinitely more unsettling. Of course, August had cut to the chase. Because why beat around the bush?
“D-did you find him?” The man asked. He was curled up on a loveseat with August. Handsome, with short brown hair and eyes the color of a peaceful sky over the ocean. Also, cheek bones to die for. Seriously, they could cut diamonds.
August smiled again, and held up his right hand. He flexed it, did a quick hand gesture, and made lightning appear to crackle over the fingertips. In reality, there was no lightning. Not even a little static. It was simply a minor illusion. Some people are so easily fooled. What mattered was the confidence he used to sell it.
“Believe me,” August met the man’s eyes. “I did.”
“That is so hot.”
“I know.”
