<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/9991fe164f19f33c2109b89b9c58cb20-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Jaren Wright<br/>Age: 16 1/2<br/>Height: 4' 10"<br/>Weight: 82 lbs<br/>Race: Angelborn (angels born of human parents and without wings)<br/>Weaknesses: Bones break easy. Bruises Easier. More fragile. Weaker. Somewhat clumsy<br/>Strengths: Increased charisma. faster healing. larger lung capacity. smarter than humans.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Jaren was small but he was also faster because of it. He needed protection and had to stay ahead of the vampires and other people hunting him. He didn't understand what they wanted with him. As far as he was concerned he was just another human. Yet when one bad guy saw him heal after a bad faster than a human should all sorts of people had been coming after him. One such attack resulted in his family being killed. That still hurt him as he missed them. His mother had tried to protect him. As had his father. They both had known what he was. They had planned to tell him soon. Now he didn't know more than one word...angelborn. Not what that was or what it meant.<br/><br/>He was hurt. Bleeding a bit still. His shirt torn from just barely escaping a dark man's grasp. He had hurt him badly. Riddled him with bruises. Cut down his flesh with a knife to make him bleed. That wasn't what scared him. What scared him was the man licking the blood up like it was sweet candy. Told him it tasted like strawberries and vanilla mixed with sweet honey. That was strange. When the man left he managed to escape. His body ached the more he ran. He had overheard of a town with magic. He knew what magic was. He could see it. He had healing magic. He could heal others.<br/><br/>He ran and was fading in and out of consciousness. Just a little further. It was all he needed was to go a little further. He panted. Blood trailed down his side but the cuts were already mostly healed. Would have been healed all the way. He knew one spell that wasn't healing. It was when he saw the city he could use it. He saw it. City known as Magisol. A city where only people of magic could see magic but there was a society here that could help him. More importantly a powerful sorcerer. His mother had sent a letter a while back. Telling some head of the society that her son would one day need his help. His mother had been a witch. The spell he had was the last magic his mother had given him. Inside the city the bruise riddle injured male cast the spell. Crushing the teleport stone that turned to dust. Teleporting him into a male's dormatory room. There he collasped. "Help...please..." The angel born said before passing out there on the floor. A light angelic hue of golden white outlined his form. Only those who knew magic would be able to see it.