My World of 1x1s discussion

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Name: Fletcher Bray


Gender: Male

Age: 17

Race: Mage

Talents:
-Saxophone Proficiency
-Simple Spell Proficiency (light)
-Preparation Spell Proficiency
-Fire Casting Abilities
-Has Very Tasty Blood
-Keen-Eyed

Weaknesses:
-Has Very Tasty Blood
-Quick to Jump to Conclusions
-Hopeless Flirt
-Easily Romantically Engaged
-Hard Headed
-Dense
-Non-adaptive
-Typically unprepared for situational encounters
-Heavy Smoker

Personality:
Fletcher is a hopeless romantic. He walks around pretending he's all grown up and he knows every little thing everyone knows, and tries to use that cocky little attitude to his advantage as he flirts with people. He sometimes has the tendency to be serious about certain topics, given the situation demands it, and all other times he goes about everything in the most playful manner possible. He tries to go about everything in a cool and calm manner, and for the most part, he's successful, however sometimes he can overreact and be a bit stupid.

History:
FOR THE SAKE OF KEEPING IT PRECISE, HISTORY HERE IS ONLY FOR HIS SEVENTEENTH YEAR OF LIFE.
Fletcher's seventeenth year was likely the toughest year of his life. His present for his birthday was a father torn to fleshy bits, and delivered first class at his doorstep. Mother committed suicide a few weeks later out of grief. Having no other alternative, Fletcher and his brother Kyron were forced to fend for themselves, and with both of them having the inert ability to control and create fire, both committed to arson and robbery for survival. Two months in, the two of them met another mage by the name of Heather, another fire mage with a father torn to bits.

Name: Kyron "Kevin" Bray


Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race: Mage

Talents:
-Fire Casting Abilities
-Simple Spell Proficiency (light)
-Preparation Spell Proficiency
-Manipulative
-Silent
-Adaptive

Weaknesses:
-Hot Headed
-Antisocial
-Reclusive
-Has a Killer's Instinct

Personality:
Kyron has a twisted sense of dark humour, and more often then not is the person to take that kind of humour seriously. He has a killer's instinct, and like a vampire he has this constant craving for blood. He hates all life, and will do what he can to avoid it unless it benefits himself. Anything that could be potentially beneficial to himself is something that he will act upon, regardless of the consequences. Kyron enjoys to manipulate others, and enjoys adapting to situations for the hell of it. Kyron is a sneaky, slippery bastard, and will be quite to try and gain your trust just so that he could break it.

History:
Kyron was the child that got the least attention of the two brothers. Of course, Kyron could make sense of this. He was the oldest, therefore the more responsible, therefore the one that needed less taking care of. Regardless, the lack of attention that he received from his parents was terrible. Kyron spent a lot of his time practicing magic, and being with himself, sense, as far as he was concerned, there wasn't a single soul out there that could understand him as a person, let alone a person who was adept in magic. At the age of twenty-two, Kyron was left with the heavy burden of being the head of a dying family. He and Fletcher quickly picked up arson and robbery, soon meeting a young mage by the name of Heather, she who also went through similar things that the he and his brother had gone through.

Name: Heather Severon

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Gender: Female

Age: 17

Race: Mage

Talents:
-Fire Casting Abilities
-Simple Spell Proficiency (light)
-Preparation Spell Proficiency
-Brilliant
-Strategic
-Fire Arm Proficiency
-Alluring

Weaknesses:
-Emotional
-Quick to Jump to Conclusions
-Cynical
-Terrible Sense of Humour
-Hard to Trust
-Has a Hard Time Trusting

Personality:
Heather is a complicated young woman, one moment being a sweet, loving and caring person, the next being a terribly angry and barbaric person. She has little sense of humour, typically being the first to take a joke the wrong way, and the first to explain the joke, therefore making the joke... not funny. She has a hard time trusting people, and therefore makes it very hard for people to trust her. Heather can being quite alluring at times, and is usually always open to conversation when another party needs it.

History:

That hair's lookin' pretty... reddish, lol.

^^ Oops. Right. Not a vampire

As Fletcher and Kyron both came out of the garbage can which gracefully saved their lives, Kyron pushed Fletcher into a wall, rather than running away from the crime scene as they normally would at this time.

"What the hell were you thinking, down the fucking building! Are you nuts?! Someone is going to kill us for this!"

Fletcher pushed Kyron back, and instantly retaliated in conversation.

"I didn't do shit fuckass! It was pretty fucking obvious that the flames were coming from the fucking ground floor! I mean, look for yourself! Does fire travel down? Huh?"

As Kyron looked at the orange light that enveloped either of their bodies, he figured out that Fletcher was definitely the one that was right here. Regardless, Kyron pushed Fletcher against the wall once more, and punched him, determined not to be in the wrong here.

"Then explain to me how the hell it happened in the first place, punkass. There were only two god damn mages in that building, so tell me how the hell the bottom of the place caught on fire."

As Fletcher fixed his jaw, and got up after being put on his ass, he looked at his punk of a brother and spit blood at the ground.

"Accidents happen."

Kyron grimaced, and raised his fist one more time.

"That's not good enough."

Fletcher braced for another punch, but lucky for him, fire still hurts just a bit. As Fletcher flinched a bit, a small little ball of fire flew at Kyron's hand, and out of shock, he shook his hand to put the unknown fire out. The two brothers looked to their side, curious to know where the fireball came from. Fifteen meters away was an individual, clad in a black cloak and a mysterious mask with indescribably markings. Kyron looked at Fletcher with a face of both disgust and disappointment.

"Look at that. You've done it now."

Kyron looked at the masked figure, and assuming that the figure was some sort of authority, he began to apologise on his brother's behalf.

"Look sir, I'm sorry for the bit of a mess that we made but-"

he was interrupted, one by the removal of the mask of the figure, and two by the comment that the figure had for him.

"I got two things to say to you asshole. One: don't beat on some other dude for something that you know he didn't do. Two: quite the ass kissing, especially if you can't pinpoint the gender of the target of your ass kissing."

Fletcher scoffed.

"I think that's most direct method that anyone has introduced themselves to you thus far Kevin."

Kyron gave Fletcher a look, then turned back to the woman in front of him.

"My apologies, lady. I didn't realise that you're less important of a figure than I took you for."

The female shook her head, and smiled smugly at Kyron.

"And I thought that I was going to apologies for calling you an asshole? Perhaps it would be better if I tag stupid to you as well."

She tisked.

"Not a great start to this new relationship you have siting in front of you."

She turned to Fletcher, and walked over to him, bending over just a bit so that she could get a close look at his jaw, which seemed to be at least a little scraped from the punch. She brushed it gently with her hand, and as he cringed, she brushed her hand down the bottom of his jaw line and to his chin.

"Your jaw alright?"

Fletcher seemed a bit flustered as she asked, her eyes steadily lock with his. He wasn't necessarily flustered because of the fact that she was being so... sweet, but rather because of that fact that he didn't understand the need for this treatment. Kyron seemed to roll his eyes in disgust.

"Uh, yeah yeah, my jaw, yeah. My jaw is fine. I think."

The woman smiled, standing up straight as if she took his word for it.

"Good to hear. My name's Heather by the way. Sorry for the mess.