<a class="postlink" href="http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h398/NoctisNotimomentum/Character/Mythra.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Mythril Pensive<br/>Age: 22<br/>Dissability: Unable to speak<br/>Occupation: Former court mage<br/>Powers: Mainly over the elements<br/>Personality: Soft, hard fighter, loyal, quick thinker, can be rough at times but means well.<br/>Other: Lost his voice in a spell accident that also cost him his job. His book carries a fragment of what his voice used to be so it can fuel enough to make it sound as an echo. He uses his book as a writing tool to speak.<br/><br/><br/>Twelve weeks it had been since that day had occurred. The explosion had happened so fast and he never expected this to happen. His voice was gone and so was his job. Mythril lost his job all because a mage decided to add to his spell to charm a book to be able to record and relate on its own. The mage had loved that job, he had a home and now it was gone. Pushing his hair back the mage sighed and patted the side of his dark grey horse and smiled, the horse understood him just by the pats and rubs he gave him. Braying the horse took off in a lazy sprint and soon brought the mage into a small town. As his horse walked into the town he saw a bard gathering stories and he smiled soon to see a singer and tossed a simple coin to the singer. It was part of what he had left. Only a few coins in his small pouch were left.<br/><br/>He smiled and nodded before riding his horse into the town further. He was new to the area. His kingdom pretty much banished him from his home land. It had taken long to get here, hopefully he could start a new life without shame. Hopefully this area had not heard of his mistake. Only the king and his court would know but still it would render him without home and job. He didn't want to become a low rank dirt dweller. He just wanted a home and job. Later someone to love. Sighing the man stopped the horse and dismounted, looking to his horse he smiled and guided it to the stable house before tacking it to a post. Taking the horse's face in hand and rested his head on it's. Rubbing the side of its neck the male then left and went into the tavern.<br/><br/>Grinning a little he pulled out a couple coins and went inside. He went to the main bar and set the coin down. It was enough for a drink and took it. The pint he took to a table and sat in the darkest corner of the dimly lit pub. Across from him was guards and he did not care. He was not in wrong so he could just listen.