'''Name:''' Balegart Hex Conway, aka 'Hex'
'''Age:''' 17
'''Race:''' Wick
'''Place of Origin:''' Mountains of Hox

!!!Backstory:

His story begins long before he was born.

Eighteen years ago, Tritus Conway visited Hox to study abroad. An adventurous botanist and zoologist, he acquired a guide to take him deep into the mountains in search of rare plants and the Bambusi. The guide was a beautiful wick healer who knew the mountains well and was respected among it’s the forest’s inhabitants.

She was different than the other women he had known—strong and independent—so much unlike the women of his home, Anaxas. It intrigued him, and he grew to love her. She was indifferent to his advances, displaying the typical Hoxian emotional distance. However, as they journeyed deeper into the mountains, the desire he held for her grew with each passing moment until he could no longer bear it in silence.

Finally, one night Tritus made his feelings and desires known. For a long while she merely watched him silently, her eyes showing no hint of how she felt whatsoever. A cold sweat overcame him in anticipation of her agreement or denial, until she finally responded. In a strangely matter-of-fact way, she acquiesced to being his lover, and for the remaining week of his stay in Hox, there were few nights they did not share each other’s warmth.

But the time for his return to Anaxas came, and with it, his Hoxain lover passed from his mind. Ten months passed while he continued to lecture in Brunnhold, until he returned to Hox once again to research. Having somewhat romanticized memories of his first visit, he looked in once more on his past lover, only to find her on her deathbed. Shocked, he realized that she wished nothing to be done, lest the child be endangered.

After its birth, She didn’t recover. And with her dying breath, she begged him to take his son and take care of him. The pangs of guilt quickly filled his gut, thus he acquiesced to her request. It was his own fault she had died, he told himself; he had left her and had not spared a moment’s thought for her. So in grief and regret, he took the boy. None knew of his birth, but it was not safe to return to Anaxas with the babe. So, he retreated to the forest of eastern Hox near Vezzea, and lived among archeologist and explorer camps, under the guise of an explorer.

As the child grew, he taught him about the mona around them and to read monite. They would constantly go out into remote areas to study animals and plants, even venturing into the fringes of the petrified Vezzean forests. He told himself, that if fhe boy displayed no aptitude for magic whatsoever than he would stay in the forest forever to repay what he had done. It was not too terrible, he enjoyed the forests of Hox and botany was slowly becoming his life.

After the boy reached the age of six, they traveled to the university in Frecks where Tritus took up a teaching position. Discretely, he continued to teach the boy magic theory while keeping him as secretly as possible. Since the two did not look too much alike, he told others that it was not his son at all, but the child of a good friend and colleague that had died in the field with him. The truth of the circumstances surrounding the child’s birth was even kept secret from the boy, but he told himself that it was all for his own good. Guilt as much as love drove him now, and he was determined that his “son” would have a good life.

When the boy turned ten, he began questioning his father about Coming of Age, but the man wasn’t entirely sure that the boy was capable and feared the results. One day while traveling through the forests of west Hox, he came upon an osta kitten with a wounded paw. Seeing the tiny creature, he strangely began very upset and began to cry. As the boy approached the animal, the father watched in amazement as the air between the child and the kitten began to fill with a white luminescence. The light seemed to collect around the osta’s paw and he looked on with strange amazement as it bended back into place.

It appeared that the mona looked on this boy with some sort of grace. After that incident, he reluctantly gave into the boy’s please and began testing the boy himself. It was hard going and very frustrating to the child, who could not understand why he had such difficulty since he did not know what he really was.

This was all in anticipation of the boy’s thirteenth year, when the changes of puberty would increase his magical aptitude, hopefully strengthening him enough to pass the exam. After the boy entered the change to manhood, his father packed their things up and booked them passage across the desert back to his Homeland of Anaxas. While they traveled, Tritus continued tutoring him in magical application, and started to believe that there may be a chance after all.

As soon as they returned, he enrolled his son in Brunnhold to take the exam, but didn’t bother unpacking his bags, just on the off chance his son failed. Miraculously, he passed, though by the skin of his teeth. While the placement tests put him very high—due to his uncannily sharp mind. His magical power was marked at a little less than three, low for a “galdori” but acceptable.

They settled down, his father taking a position as a gardener and private tutor among the upper class of Muffey, while the boy studied his brains out in Brunnhold. His low prowess with spells has kept him humble, but slightly bitter, though his Hoxian upbringing prevents him from giving in to his anger or depression. He seems to only show some ability in the area of Living Magic along with a slight aptitude for Physical.

Now at the age of seventeen, his father has finally told him the truth of his origin. To say he was shocked was the understatement of all time. After being brought up in Hox where the segregation is so distinct along with the outspoken racism of Anaxas, he is left wondering who or what he truly is and just what to do. For years, he had hoped the mona would smile on him and he’d be able to use magic as well as he understood it, but now he knew there was no hope for him. Now, he had nothing at all. Not even his goals or dreams.

This year will probably be his hardest at the University at Brunnhold.

!!!Personality:

While emotionally distant, he enjoys being around other people--although it is not often his voice will be raise to join the others. He is very creative, almost excessively. He enjoys playing the violin and has a wonderful narrator's voice. Poetry is one of his favorite subjects and he is an avid history buff.

However, due to his recent discovery, he has become especially somber. At times his depression is more evident than he'd like, but he feels there's nothing he can do. All of his dreams and aspirations are suddenly falling down around him, and as he begins to search himself and the world around him to make his own future, he finds it a new, unusual, and hostile place. He really just wishes everything would return to normal.

!!!Physical Description:

Slender and lithe, Hex has the best of his galdori father's genes. On appearance he seems very much like any Hoxian galdori, with only subtle hints as to his mother's race applied variously around his body.

His hair is black and straight, hanging down to his shoulders long in the front while slanting shorter in the back. His eyes are also dark and slightly sunken. There seem to be perpetual bags under his eyes, due to his severe lack of sleep because of the time spent studying.

!!!Inventory:

Weapons:
*A thin palm knife, both utilitarian and offensive.

Stuff:
*Different cloths for different occasions
*Gardening equipment
*A lock-pick set he smuggled into the dorms
*Grimmoires and historical commentaries.
*Small pieces of the Tek Lexicon he's been able to scratch together.

!!!Career
Student
*Great at studying and recalling facts and details
*Love of learning
*Desire to become better

Thief
*Generally goes unnoticed
*Agile
*Naturally Inquisitive

!!!Goals
*Not give into despair and hopelessness
*Come to terms with his future
*Find his way in the world
*Figure out what he's supposed to do
*Pass all his classes.
*Get a date to the winter formal.

...that is the most awesome name I have ever seen.

oh wow. when you (because i think i know who this is) said a wick in Brunnhold, you weren't kidding ... how exciting! mwuahahaha.

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Well drat. Another name to add to 'Pretty boys in Brunnhold who Alisoina has a crush on.' Ah, lol. And this one is more her age, too.

Already approved the sheet, so you're good to go

This should be interesting. Itt will always be a possibility that Balegart be discovered as a wick, and his dual nature can be a great link between two races.

Woo! Galdor-raised wicks for the win!!

Very cool back story, and well thought-out.