Alexander Carver

Skills: - Wisp Communication.
Wisps, talk through the wind in whispers that hardly visible and use their lighting chances to speak. Alexander Carver has an easier time with communication with them, if they are ever seen. By using a similar communication with them, through his own knowledge of spell-casted lights and winds, he is able to understand them a tad, though some may still confuse him, depending on the dialect. However, if the wisp does have a deeper story, or something beautiful to say, he will most-likely shed tears from its beauty and magnificent ways. To him, a wisp is something more than what others would see it as.

- Wind Evocation.
The elemental force of wind, has aided Alexander Carver throughout his years of life, in a passive and more defensive way. He has chosen a lifestyle, and a way, to use his magic for self-defense and has strengthened his abilities in the magical area for defense, more than aggressive assaults or wind-based attacks. However, where he lacks offensive magic, he is significantly stronger, with defensive magic. Through his perspective on the arts, over the years, they should be nearly always used for defense, instead of wrong deeds to bring misfortune to others, or pain.

The wind aids Alexander Carver in different ways. He is able to control the air around him, and use it for mostly passive and harmless ways. The wind, is under his control, through his years of using it to his aid and survival. This evocation, is by-far his most-used.

- Wind Burst.
When Alexander Carver concentrates his energy into mostly wind evocation, and with this skill, as learned how to release abrupt, forceful winds through a small area, towards a specific target or spell. Where his hand or hands place out, will be where the wind is sent. This is a superb technique against fire, and people who are off-balance, in an attempt to assault him. Though, at a very close range, a one-handed swinging attack can be stopped (depending on size and speed) and an immobile person, can fall-back or stumble, if they are not too heavily grounded.

- White Light.
A bright light, which can be casted from Alexander in either hand. Depending on the focus of his energy, it can be used to simply light-up a small or medium sized area, or daze a target with sensitive eyes to light (yet that takes more energy and focus). This white light, is most effective at night. However, the blinding lights, are only most-effective for more than a moment, towards nocturnal creatures or in the dead of night. The light is casted out, from his hands, and shines in whichever direction his hands move.


- Bow and Arrow.
Through the years in Ara'ki, the bow and the arrows which Alexander holds, seem to aid him successfully in hunting and defending himself. His skills with such a weapon, alongside his years of practice, would most-likely give him the upper-edge against a charging foe or wild beast. However, this skill is mostly used for hunting and not for murder. Though, from a range of fifty yards away, he can wound or kill a target.

- Cooling Wrap.
When heat becomes too much, Alexander is able to provide his body with a self-created wind barrier, which helps cool his body temperature. This requires both hands, and its range does not help others, only Alexander. Though, with enough force, a mage may be able to bring burning heat through the wind that surrounds him at the moment. In a short range of twenty feet, the winds can lightly whirl around someone else, if Alexander chooses to send the upward spiraling gusts to them. Though, no harm can really come of this, only a lack of hearing from the whirling winds.

Fields and Forests.
Alexander Carver was found a wandering couple, living on nearly the edge of the outer-forests of Sanctimonia, after his cries could be heard from the nearby two. It was no place of luxury, where he was found. Merely, his naked body was wrapped in light, tickling ferns that opened peacefully when the Carver wandering couple discovered him. A miracle, that he was found alive, and without harm, gave suspect to that another family merely could not hold onto him, as he was young and too be of use, thus wrapped him in the ferns. The father, Christian Carver, was an woodsman, hunter and protector of his love, Alexandra Carver and his newly found son, Alexander. The two, lovingly took him in as their own. He was, to them, a child that they dearly adored. Though, he did not speak his first words, until the age of two-and-a-half, and used babying gestures or lazily pointed towards what he desired. Though, what he desired, was mostly small flowers or bugs at this age and from early-on, in the fields and forests, wherever they went, he laughed from the tickling sensation of a fern, and the cool breeze against his cheek.

The Young Fieldsman.
Alexander, growing up rather quickly in the forests and around the fields of Sanctimonia, loved the free feelings of the open outdoors, and appreciated his surroundings for what they were. Beauty, at its peak and without disturbances from the places that he only heard stories of, which were the large cities with castle walls larger than trees. Though, as a youthful spirit, he could only imagine the wonders and interesting acts that people had within these walls. But, his parents discouraged it, saying that there was nothing to gain, as a foreigner into the cities, and that without a large coin pouch, not much could be achieved.
The age of seven came, and Alexander had yet tapped into the energy and magic he possessed, yet learned to hunt with his father-figure. Sloppily, he would aim at a herd of deer, and the arrow would only go three-or-so meters, before hitting the dirt. Christian would merely laugh, then position his aim, as the deer were alert. Weeks passed, before he actually hit anything living and eventually, over the course of a year, he could aim a wounding shot, on a stopped deer and claim his victory, with an enlightened smile.

The Wisp and Wonders.
At the age of nine, young Carver was by a flowing creek, when a light blue glow, from over a hill, this could be seen brightly in the distance. To him, he thought he was seeing city-lights, or even more people, since mostly he only spoke to fellow random wanderers who would only stay a night-or-two around with the Carver family. His small, father-made boots touched the water and he scurried up a small hill to see what it was. He stopped, dead in his tracks as his mouth only opened a tad oh-so dramatically, as a child would. A low whisper could easily be heard as it slowly floated closer towards him.
"You have... Something in you... Special, child, yes... Special indeed. Few mere humans, have I met... But the few are all different. You have something... Yes..."
"I... I uh... Thank yo-you..."
"Do not thank me... Special child. You have not seen what is within..."
Alexander looked down at his hands, rotating his wrists to see his palms, as he only saw the light blue glow from the Wisp, against his white fingers, and they wiggled lightly. He then glanced back up at the Wisp, He bit his lower-lip in anticipation, as he clearly was excited. Though, the Wisp only floated closer, shining brightly among the darkness from the forest.
"Feel your strength from within, and release it... For you... Child... Yes, special child... I feel something..."
In an instant, Alexander shot his hands forward, out towards the Wisp, foolishly, in an attempt to grab it. Inside, he fluttered with emotions, and the wind picked-up from where his hands were, and the leaves and twigs that fell against the ground, seemed to brush aside, to the left or right, and up into the air. He fell to his knees, looking down at his palms in awe, as the light began to fade away, and disperse into the darkness and what light was there, slipped away.
"May it be with you... Forever... Special, special child..."

The Wind Caller.
Instantly, from that day forward, Alexander Carver did not stop trying to learn about what was around him. The elder two Carvers, seemed to laugh hysterically, at first, when he would send the wind around his feet, then after the weeks, were eager to see and attempt to understand how he moved the wind. Though, they were not sure about how it was possible, or if he had a special blessing from above. These thoughts, were kept as whispers. Whispers, that seemed to burn Alexander as he rose with questions, during his teenage years. They denied anything, but that he was their son. They did not know how to explain to a questioning and growing boy, that his true family, or whatever had left him, did not want him anymore. His burning questions, saddened his care-taking parents, and even frustrated them. Only once, was Alexander struck by Christian Carver, with a strike to his cheek, from an upsetting backhand. From then-on, he never questioned his origins, fearing that the one moment of violence, from the one man, he adored so dearly.

Scorched Sadness.
Thick black smoke, and the blazes of orange and red, with tints of yellow were all that were seen, on Alexander Carver's twenty second birthday. The blackness and red, was all that surrounded a small area, of his homeland. A distinctive scream was heard, as he rose to the top of the hill, where he once saw the Wisp. Immediately over the hill, Alexander placed his hands back, pushing himself forward as the wind pushed him forward. He stumbled down, over a log and tumbled close to the flames which surrounded his home. The leaves and wood started to crackle, and burn as large footsteps were heard, not of man and not of anything, except that came from the depths itself. The vibrations slowly went away, as Alexander rushed down to his mother's side, as a crimson stain splashed down onto the ground from her stomach. Alexandra Carver was bleeding, coughing up blood, as she cried in pain.
Christian Carver laid dead, scorched and charred within a burning circle as the leaves and ground crackled and burned around him.

Alexander shook, internally and externally confused as his hands placed around Alexandra's wounds. He tried everything in his might to stop her bleeding, as he cried over her. She cried alongside him, from her damages, heat and scorched skin. She spoke through gasps, finally, in a rather horrible way. Her lips trembled as she barely got her spine off-of the ground, and her bloody left-hand onto Alexander's cheek, to wipe his tears.
"My s-s-son... I love you..."
"No, no, n-no... Moth-Mother... No... Please!" He kissed her hand, feeling her smooth knuckles against his nose, as tears dripped down onto her skin. He cried there, holding her hand, as she gave out another gasp for air. Her insides, were clearly seen, as three deep rips were inside of her paled skin.
"Come... Shh-Shhh, n-no... I-I've got-- You need to learn."
Alexander only kissed and squeezed her hand now, leaning in, as he cried over her. The blazes and heat around his body, were of no matter at the moment. He gave out a few coughs, between short breaths, nuzzling his forehead against hers, as his beautiful care-taking mother, smiled up through the pain, and her lips trembled for the last few moments of her mortal life.
"T-That key... Take it. Y-You -- We found you... That da-day in the ferns. I love you son... Go... You are, special my son... Yes... Special..."
"Mother... I-I can't let you leave... Please...!" His words whispered into her ear, giving her one final good sensation as the wind tickled her ears. She laid herself back down, easing herself onto the scorched earth, as she closed her eyes, with a smile through the pain, her eyes shut, and her hand upon his cheek and within his, became dead and limp. His hands shot down, immediately, into the earth, as the winds around him, seemed to deafen his cries, the crackles of the leaves and twigs, and even wiped his tears up, and out into the fire. He cried there, for hours upon end. The night came, and Alexander felt numb, nothing, and empty without his parents. Eventually, he touched her body, taking the old, rusty and burnt key from his mother's neck, and slipped it across his own neck.

Fighting The Fires.
Alexander Carver, took-up his bow and his few, untouched items from the camp, after burying his parents, and feelings of love and tenderness. He was no longer at-one with the earth, for the moment, he only burned with the same passion, fury and intensity, that matched the heat his mother and father died in. He followed the tracks, clenching tightly onto his bow, nearly cutting himself with the grip he held. The tracks, had three toes, and were large. Alexander did not care though. He would destroy whatever murdered his parents, or die trying. There would be no honor, no pride and no empathy. For the first time, the darkness consumed his soul, as if he never had lived at all, and only had pain and anguish.

What Alexander reached, he did not understand it confused him. A large, heated pit, that smelt terrible and had a distinct vulgar vinegar taste to the air. He heard nothing, as if it had been empty for an eternity. Alexander simply gave out a yell, swearing and strung curse-words together, as he shot an arrow down into the darkness. The darkness itself, did not respond with words, nor did it respond with anything Alexander could understand, but only the vibrations of the earth below him and a growl, that came from the depths of hell, itself. He took a few steps back, dropping his hands down to his sides, as the wind carried around himself eagerly and the earth below himself followed-up to surround himself with the leaves. His bow placed onto his back, as a large, crimson-stained Salamander came from the ground.

There were no words spoken by Alexander, as his arms crossed over one-another in a cross-cross formation, as his palms placed out towards the beast. It fully emerged from the opposite side of the large opening into the crust of the earth. The tail of the red monster swayed as its three-clawed feet touched against the ground. It glared and snapped its jaw against its upper-teeth twice in an attempt to instill fear into the fully grown Carver. The only reply, was with Alexander's eyes, which seemed to glaze-over with a white haze, yet still showed parts of blue. His hands shot down and pushed forward, in an attempt to use the wind to his aid. Though, it was of no use. The beast only drew open its mouth, pushing-out a heat from its chemical reactions. Instantly and unsteadily, his arms pushed up again, using the wind and his hands to push the flame up and behind himself, to where a tree stood. The tree, seemingly burnt-up into ashes immediately behind him and left the earth in flames, yet Carver drew himself down onto his knees. In his mind, he frenzied, holding-back the beast as his hands from the close flames began to blister and burn. The heat was immense and drawing closer, and nearly through his wind. It then snapped its teeth again, lunging forward towards Alexander, as he fell-back onto his spine. His eyes, fully were engulfed with a white mist, yet inside, he burned with a blankness of vengeance.

The Salamander turned its head up, giving out a deafening roar, as all the birds in the sky scattered away for miles. Alexander looked up, at his impending doom, and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Twenty two years into his life, he was ready to die, seeing no opportunities to escape. His head glanced between his feet, towards the darkened hole, as his hands sprang up again. Instead of wind this time, a bright and blinding light shot into the eyes of the beast as it nearly snapped down against his torso. The beast stumbled forward, attempting to get away from the blinding light as it roared in pain. Its head collided with the burning tree, sending it the tree back and onto its side as it landed in the dirt. The beast fell down onto its side, as Alexander reached down for his dagger and ran forward, with his free-hand shining light directly towards the beast. With great speed, stabbing into the leathery material as the immense heat from the blood splashed down behind his path and oozed out onto the surface of the ground, melting what was once there. The crimson red insides of the beast, which had yet to fully digest a part of Christian Carver, spilled out onto the floor and the Salamander spat fire for one last time, down near it died.

After ten minutes of deep breathing and an eternity of silence, Alexander reproached the beast, going to its back-side where he started to cut-around multiple scales for a trophy and for personal reward. He wished to push deeper into the deceased monster, but knew of the blood, since it boiled and melted the ground which it touched. He looked back to the hole, as the fire from the final fire spitting attempt, crashed a larger, more elder tree over the hole, and crumbled the hole below.

Exploration To Enlightenment.
With a great burning sensation in his soul now gone, Alexander wandered the surrounding outskirts of the land, for many, many years. He now believed, that there was nothing he could do about Alexandra and Christian Carver's death anymore. Alexander travels, trying not to cause trouble, trying not to gain attention and only seeking what simple pleasures from the earth, he can gain. Though, when troubles head his way, using defensive magic and techniques he created through his years, aid him against magical creatures and people alike. He lives with acceptance of the past, yet still clings onto what minor things he has from his final moments with his care-takers. From ice, to fog, to marshes, into the mountains, down to the fields of grain, through creeks, over rivers and around near ocean coasts, he traveled for fifteen years. He learned of different elements within the earth, the beasts that inhabited the land, and about what surrounded him. At the age of thirty seven, Alexander Carver wanders near the town of Surna, close to where he lived... In the Fields and Forests.