First Name- Sojo<br/><br/>Middle Name- None<br/><br/>Last Name- Vandres<br/><br/>Age: almost 17 by human standards<br/><br/>Race- Druid<br/><br/>Gender- male<br/><br/>Height- 5' 8"<br/><br/>Job- Necromancer/Blood Mage<br/><br/>Appearance -<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/druid-3.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Personality-<br/>*Skittish (around women)<br/>*Gentle<br/>*Sweet<br/>*Kind<br/>*Protective<br/>*Loving<br/>*Compassionate<br/>*Understanding<br/><br/>Strengths:<br/>*His magic<br/>*Helping others<br/>*Good personality<br/><br/>Weaknesses:<br/>*fear of women<br/>*holy magic (due to the magic he uses)<br/>*sunlight (burns his flesh due to the magic)<br/><br/>Special Skills-<br/>*Necromancy<br/>*Blood Magic<br/>*Dark Magic<br/>*talking to the dead<br/><br/>History- Was born to a mother who really didn't want him. It only got worse when she found him talking to ghosts in his bedroom at a ten months old. After eight years of her emotional and verbal abuse she sold him to a whore house for drug money. There he was raped until the time he turned almost fourteen. He met an older woman who saved him from the whore house and turned his life worse than that. Escaping at the age of fifteen and a half.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Sojo wore his robes that protected his really pale skin from the sunlight. His hands and face were the only parts of him that didn't start burning from the sunlight. In his had he held a staff (see picture) and in the other his necromancy book. Which was soon slid to vanish into his robes. He was hunting out magic books. His blue eyes looked around. He avoided cities for the most part. Many saw his very pale skin, assumed necromancer which was accurate, then assumed evil which was inaccurate. True all other Necromancer's were evil. He was the exception to this. Plus cities tended to contain large amounts of women which he avoided like the plague. They scared the hell out of him. He dealed with dead things but women scared him like nothing else. Then if you had his history perhaps you would be the same way too.<br/><br/>He was traveling far from the outskirts of the nearest city. To a tower he heard held a dark magic book. This book rumored to have blood spells in it. He wanted to learn any and every spell he could for his magics. He wanted to be a Master Necromancer Blood Mage. For Necromancy and Blood magic were his strongest magic. Followed by the final type he could use which was dark magic. He continued walking. Sticking to the shadows as much as possible to keep the heat of the sun from his flesh. He was heading towards the Tower Of Deaur. It was rumored to have once been owned by a dark magic mage. None of these accounts ever proven. He kept walking.<br/><br/>Soon coming upon a dark stone tower. It wasn't very tall but it was surrounded by an overlying sense of darkness. Its exterior cold and the design cruel compared to other areas of the town. By the time he had gotten here it was late afternoon. Didn't matter to him. He liked night and the evening to early hours the best. He cut his finger and chanted a blood spell under his breath. The blood swirled and formed a key. He moved his finger and unlocked the door. Wrapping a bandage around his finger so the bleeding would slowly stop. He opened the door when it clicked. He pushed the door open and walked inside. Searching each and every room. There had to be a spell book in this old tower.<br/><br/>He kept searching until he came to a small library complete with a study. He was searching through books. Romance novel. Science fiction novel. History book of china. World Almanac. And...what was this? He picked up a dark spiral bound book with a pentagram drawn in blood on the front. "Is this..." he started. He opened the book. It was! He took the spell book and closed it. Leaving the building and headed to a cemetary he saw not too far. Reading the spell book from the tower. As soon as he entered the graveyard he pulled out his necromancer's knife. Sliding it into his staff again. He looked around. Going to the center of the graveyard.<br/><br/>"From dawn to dusk...<br/>From life to death...<br/>Shadow to light and light to shadow..."<br/><br/>He started out. Continuing without hesitation. His staff held in his hands between him.<br/><br/>"Through my blood and soul I draw upon the afterlife...<br/>I supply death with blood of the living and summon forth a spirit from the world beyond..."<br/><br/>He cut the palm of his hand and continued the spell. Letting the blood drip down his fingertips onto the ground.<br/><br/>"The souls of the damned and the spirits once living..<br/>I call you forth from the spirit world with this offering of living blood.<br/>Come forth and take on livings form!"<br/><br/>As he spoke a pentagram of ghostly white form on the ground in a large form around him. He took his time with each word of the spell. This was not a spell he usually used. His staff placed in the ground held the spell book in one of the curves. Wind rushed around him and a haunting cry filled the air. The earth began to rumble and tremble as the spell began to work. His hand that wasn't bleeding took to holding the spell book. The soul he was trying to draw forth from dead to living was known as Viper. He was practicing this new spell. He said the spell again and again. Stopping after the third time. His eyes glowing a ghostly white as the magic surged from him, his staff, and into the ground.