Character name: Crestierem (Crest for short)

Class: Mage

Race: Human

Age: Unknown

Level: 14

Height: 5'11"

Weight: About 155 lbs

Eye Color: Blood Red (when it's not covered)

Hair Color: Black

Element: Spirit

Appearance: He's looks around to be in his late teans, or early twenties, but that's all anyone can guess about his age. Over his whole body, he wears a dark green hooded cloak that is beaten and torn from travel, but he usually doesn't wear his hood. Underneath the cloak, his clothes are very clean. He wears a light brown muffler around his neck and shoulders (underneath the cloak), and underneath the muffler, he wears a black long sleeved shirt. His pants are black as well, with one golden eye decorating each knee and elbows. He also has an eye decoration on his muffler where the strings tie together and another golden eye on his belt buckle. His black hair is usually a mess, going down to his eyes, with the back reaching the middle of his neck. Over his eyes, he wears a white blindfold with a blue trim. His body looks frail like most magic users, but because of his constant traveling, he is more physically built and agile than other mages. Also, unlike other magic users, he prefers the small Dirk instead of the magical wand, throwing them with accuracy.

Personality: He is often mistaken for being sadistic, because he fights with a smile on his face, burning the faces and bodies of others, when actually he is very calm and observant. Most of the time, he is very quiet and thoughtful, keeping most of those thoughts to himself. He finds many things irritating, and because of this, he tends to be sarcastic at times, without really meaning to. Though it may not seem like it, he does have his sense of morale and some sort of honor, but when battle comes, he would rather incinerate his opponents on the spot rather then giving them the chance to get ready.

Weapon: Dirkx20

Equipment: Black Hood, Silver Ring, Black Robes, Leather Boots

Gold: 16,900

Items: Bandage Kit

Skills: FlameBlast, Cleansing Falls, End of Time, (A)Multible Arms, Winds of Fate, Circle of Light, Dark Flare, Neurtal Blow, Spirit Channeling

Background: The first thing the mage could remember when he first woke up were the ruins he awoke in. He could not remember anything from himself or his surroundings. He could not remember anything from his past, except for a name: Crestierem, and because it was the only name in his head, he thought to keep it as his own name. He found no wounds on himself, nor was he in pain of any sort. Crest figured that he was not mugged, for he still had a pouch of gold, the clothes he wore now, and a single dirk. The mage looked around the ruins, with the thoughts that he and some of his comrades, if he had any, had made camp in the ruins, but found no one. Crestierem wanted to explore the ruins some more, finding some unique writings in some books, scrolls, and other magical items that surrounded him, but he was uncomfortable. Not because he was alone or because he had no memory of his past, but because he felt several other presences that unwelcomed him. So, in respect to those unseen presences that unwelcomed him, he left to wander the world, in hopes of finding something of his past, or someone who knew him.

After a few weeks of travelling and hunting alone, Crestierem came across a simple little village. The man watched from a distance, to see if he could find anything familier of the village. No memories came. After a moment of contemplating if he should go and introduce himself, listen to any rumors or stories, and to see if anyone there remembered him. As he entered the village, no one paid any attention to him, and went along with their own buisnesses. The villagers said their "Hello"'s and "Good morning"'s to one another as they passed by each other. Childeran played giddily in the streets with whatever games they may have been playing. One couple stood on the side of the road, watching their childeran play happily. Crestierem decided to approach these two, guessing they have the time to spare to help a lost person.
"Excuse me?" Crestierem asked politely. "Could you spare me some of your time?"
"Sure, what do you need?" The woman asked as she turned her head towards Crest, laughing at something her husband probably said. But before Crestierem could say a word, she gasped and took a step back towards her spouse.
"What? What is it?" Crestierem asked, barely able to successfully keep his excitement in control.
"Your eyes..." She whispered in awe.
"What?" Crestierem responded, confusion replacing his excitement. Her husband turned to see what was going on with his wife, and soon after seeing Crestierem, he stepped in front of his lover defencively.
"Who are you?!" The man interrogated angrily, pushing Crestierem away aggresively.
"Listen, I don't mean to cause trouble. I just want to ask-!" Crestierem was suddenly inturrupted when a stone hit his head. Crestierem turned to see several villagers coming to him with stones in hand. Without any other choice, Crest turned around and ran with several stones flying towards him, some of them hitting him very painfully.

He retreated into the forest he had wandered for the first few days since his awakened, with bruises all over his body. Why? Crestierem asked himself mentally. Why did they throw stones at me...? He went over the event as he walked aimlessly in the forest. "Your eyes..." the voice of the woman repeated in his mind. "Who are you?!" the man's voice repeated. Crestierem examined the woman, the man, and the villagers from his memories. ...They looked...nervous...afraid... Crestierem concluded. But why? My eyes? No, that couldn't be, no eyes could make people react in such a fashion... Crestierem thought.

After a few more days of aimless wandering, Crestierem came across a clearing with a small pond in the center. Crestierem bent over to get a drink, but found something quite fascinating. His reflection, to be more accurate, his eyes...his blood red eyes. After Crestierem stared at his reflection for a few more seconds, he finally realized how foolish he must've looked, and took a drink from the pond, feeling the refresing cold water slide through his throat. "Idiot..." Crestierem said to no one in particular aside from himself. "That's no reason for such actions, it must have been for a differant reason..." Crestierem said as he stood up, and continued his aimless travels.

For several more months, he continued his search for his past, running into towns, villages, and cities, but at all times, the events repeated, similar to those of the first village he had run across that treated him unpleasantly. But with every encounter, Crest slowly became more agitated, less forgiving of the civilians that threw him out. His feelings for mankind slowly grew into an undeniable hatred towards them.

The large man grabbed Crest by the collar, lifting him a few inches off the ground. Then the large man swung his free hand into Crest's stomach, knocking out the air out of him. The large man let Crestierem fall to the ground. The surrounding crowd cheered again as the large man kicked Crest in the stomach. Crest was in a town, slightly larger than villages. These people took it upon themselves to "teach" the newcomer a lesson or two. The large man stepped on Crest's head, putting all of his weight into the crushing foot. Crestierem struggled to get to his feet, but the mans weight was greater than Crestierem physical strength. (OOC: This is where I get very vague ^^;;) As Crest slowly gave up, unknown, whispered words began to seep through his lips. Before Crest could figure out what he was saying, the man ontop of him screamed for a bit, and then he was silent, his muscles limp as he fell off. Crestierem stood up and looked at the man that was crushing him with his muscles, now dead on the ground. The crowd screamed and dispersed in several directions. A smile crept over Crestierem's mouth, his brain slowly filling with vast knowledge of spells. And slowly, his innocent conciousness changed into the mind of a bloodthirsting killer. He tested one of the spells that appeared into his head, destroying a nearby home. After witnessing his own powers, he laughed, laughed with all the joy any mad man could have. "DIE!" He yelled as he ran forward, casting spell after spell, beginning his killing spree.

Crestierem flipped the pages of the book before him, reading and studying carefully the contents inside, gently being lit by the single candle before him. Several years has passed since his rampage. After destroying several small villages and towns, he was finally defeated by a wizardess, Lucille. She invited him to the tower she studied in, and soon, became a student there. Though, he forgot all the spells that he knew during his rampage, he slowly learned the spells that the Cethindol Tower offered. But spells were not the only books he studied. He also read the books of the history and the past of the world, hoping against all odds, to find something useful to him. He found none. After several years of studying the history books found in the tower's library, Crestierem left with the knowledge of two spells to help him in his quest: Flameblast, and Cleansing Falls. And to avoid the reoccurances of his known life, he blindfolded himself to hide his eyes with full expectations that he would not see, but instead, found that he could still "see" even without the use of his eyes. From then on, he travels the world as a blind mage, hoping to find his past so that he may know what to expect from his future.