<a class="postlink" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c296/AnimeFreak421/Anime%20Guys/Sexydude.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Neil Jackson<br/>17<br/>Abilities: Small amounts of learned magic<br/><br/>Neil walked slowly from the city. He needed to go to the woods. Far from the city. He could practice magic away from the city. People picked on him because he didn't say much. Or because he was poor and had no family. If it wasn't one thing it was another. It was okay though. He knew it was all their issue not his. He still stayed the same. Righteous and sticking up for the lesser man. Even when he was part of that category. He protected others because it was the right thing to do. At times he was tempted to use his magic but he didn't. It wouldn't be fair.<br/><br/>Heading further from town he listened to his Mp3 player as he walked. He was in shape even though physically he wasn't strong. His body was weaker because his heart wasn't strong. It was strong enough not to die but weak enough he wasn't physically strong. He made up for it in spirit and purity. He sang as he walked. Stopping as he got closer to a clearing. Turning the beats off and looked around. He felt something but wasn't sure what it was. He kept walking until he came to a place that held a stone. He put the headphones around his neck. Blinking and looked around. He wasn't exactly sure WHERE he had gotten himself to.<br/><br/>He spotted something shining in the light. Walking over and looked at it. Kneeling down. "A sword? What is a sword doing in the middle of a forest?" He said. Noticing it was in the stone. He sat down and studied it. Looking it over. "Kinda looks like something out of those magic books. Excaliber I think it was." he leaned forwards but didn't touch it yet. "I wonder if it could be..." He murmered to himself. Practicing his magic completely forgotten about right now. He stood up and touched the hilt. Something tingle and he jerked his hand away. It felt like it was alive...weird. "Weird..." He said. Finally deciding to try again. He grabbed ahold of the hilt and pulled. At first nothing but soon it glided out like it was made of butter and not wedged into stone and sealed into it.<br/><br/>He looked at the sword. "Again...weird." He figured the blade was dull. It had to have been there a long time if his guesses were right. He touched the side of the blade and traced it. Cutting his hand and almost dropped the sword. Sticking his bleeding finger in his mouth as he bent and caught the hilt of the sword. Falling backwards and sat. Setting the sword on the ground. His finger stung as he pulled it from his mouth. Sliced down the middle it was. He reached into his pack and pulled out a band aid. Putting it on his cut. "Shouldn't of done that." He murmered. "Yet how was I supposed to know it be razor sharp?" He asked himself. Least he didn't answer himself he reached a hand over the bandaid. Casting a spell and the bleeding stopped. "This is why I need to get stronger with this stuff." He fell back onto the grass closing his eyes. Opening them and looked up at the sky.