"Faint"


A tall, lean, and generally obscure figure. Blood red, loose-hanging robes perpetually seem to adorn his almost emaciated frame as he wanders from one place to the next, ever seeming to keep to himself.

Minimal observation would likely reveal an array of insignificant details about the typically enigmatic figure known as "Faint." In particular, however, most people would likely note the most obvious of the few first:

He was without any shadow of a doubt, some sort of a mage. From his thin build, tall stature, and unfading preservation of his composure, to his near permanent choice of robes for attire, it would be impractical to label him as anything other than an arcanist, at a glance.

Stereotypical, isn't it?

He was far too well-aware. Though he certainly didn't seem to object to the categorization. Regardless of fitting that near immutable set of signature, aesthetical details that were so typical among mages, he didn't bother to stray away from the standard arcanist's wardrobe conformity in the least. At least, not very often. For the vast majority of the time, the mage wore his robes quite proudly, and he rarely ever chose to discard them.

Combat, on the other hand, was an area in which he certainly demonstrated a degree of disparity. The mage's abilities very clearly expressed a quite rudimentary education, to say the least. And despite his apparently sub-par dedication to mastering the weave, his marginal exhibition of inadequacy seemed to be overshadowed by something else entirely:

A faint, almost indistinct detail that barely seemed to distinguish him from the rest. The principal point of deviation that proved to be both his greatest blessing, and most damning trait.

        Versatility.

Reds:

Godmoting. Excrement. Males in ERP.