Character's name - Kralikius Oden Grief

Age - Appears to be twenty-five.

Place in the Academy - Assistant Headmaster

Powers - Umbrakinesis, Flight, Lesser Death Magicks.

Species - Wraithen Gargoyle/Sidhe

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Kralikius is roughly eight feet in height. In his glamored form he, however, is only six feet and three inches. As a wraith his skin is the darkest ebony, his eyes three circles of red, ranging from shades as red as freshly spilt blood, like blood dried and rusted on a sword, and the glowing orangey-red of the sunrise. Markings in white trace his forearms and his upper thighs. His fingernail are long and hooked like talons, white as bleached bones but tipped with crimson as if he has freshly hewn something. Two massive horns slide down his back, curling up from beneath his always-worn black robes and cloak. Twin wings hide beneath his clothing, as well as a massive tail. His "hind legs" are those of an animal's, like some great gargoyle put into flesh.

In human form, his skin is ashen white. His eyes are the color of charcoal. His hair, which is ankle-length in wraithen form, is shortly cropped and rather tidily kept in his human form.

Kray's clothing choice is rather gothic in appearance. He hates himself for what he is and wants to make his feelings known on the subject of his existence.

Biography -

Kralik was born many years ago to a family of Seelie Sidhe. Children were rare back in those days, but when his mother saw the disfiguring marks on the child's body, the lack of want to keep the monster in their bloodline overweighed the rarity of the child. Kralik, or Kray, was born the twin to a gorgeous man named Aaric. Though he too was disfigured, his beauty and ease of the use of glamour kept him from being thrown from the courts. Unlike Kralik. At the age of five years, he was kicked from the Shining Courts and into the world to be left to die.

The child ended up being saved, but his hatred of his past was never forgotten. Anything to do with the Sidhe causes him great anger and sorrow. One day this may break him, but till that moment he will continue to stay strong and uphold the standards his old partner, Aridian Ko, sought to keep in the Academy.

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What is there in this life to mourn? Some things are to be given grief more than others are. But, what is there in life to be joyous about when your very name is the word? When your name is your sorrow, grief is all one can feel, all one can be...

The early bells of dawn rang of deaf ears. The early Saturn's day was a peaceful one. From the highest bell's tower sat the man, a cloaked figure of an emotionless stature. His cloak was settled on either side of him, radiating the gentle warmth that his body could give off. The daylight had only just started to peak over the spires of the school, casting dainty shadows in the earliest of the day's light.

A small, gentle smile came to his grayish lips. Tricircles of red, keenly sighted orbs, gazed out over the growing dawn. The chuckle that rolled from his throat was a kind, almost pidgeon-soft cooing one. The tiniest droplette of absinthe touched the creature's deformed claw, trailing from a vibrant glass bottle. The smallest drop of the worm-wood wrought alchohol could cause a full-grown man to fall into unconsciousness. That drop trailed down his sand-paper dry throat with ease. He knew how to drink of the bitter juices and reap no consequence.

Class - Wizard

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