Dritz Gelide

Name: Dritz Gelide
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human

Weapons: Mostly magic and illusions. He carries with him a staff, or a staff and a short sword. He is, and always has mostly been attuned to ice and water magic, though is known to be able to wield other elements for minor uses.

Defence: Dritz wears ordinary clothes, seeing no need for heavy armour. His mind being his weapon, he has faith in his skills as a Mage and knows that the elements and illusion are on his side, and his to manipulate.

Background:

Two years his arrival in Aegis, Dritz had lived in a land far across the sea, living a regular, abundant life. He was close to his family and he always had a friend to talk to. He was rich by no means, but he was never short of money. He lived alone, in a solitary cottage nestled within a copse of trees, not far from the forest on the outskirts of the town.

Since his younger years, he had been noticed for his affinity toward magical arts. He was like a beacon to those of higher knowledge when such instances of small, random fires, frozen flower beds or small distorted objects seemed to trace back to Dritz's presence being there. He has also been known to have been seen in two places at once, if only for an instant from the corner of ones eye. And so, he was tutored and made to understand, embrace and control his gift from an early age, much like other children who bore the same gift. By his 20th year, he was an adept no more, but recognized as a fully fledged Mage.

A bookworm by nature, those who knew him rarely saw him without some dusty tome. He had always been interested in the arcane, worlds beyond, alchemy and other such subjects. Since his childhood, he had come a long way, and the way he saw it, his gift was going to waste.
Dritz would lay awake at night, always thinking 'what if'. He knew he would never make anything of himself as things stood with his current mundane life. Daydreams of slipping away to cut his own path in life often occurred, and those who knew him best knew deep down what he wanted as they watched him become more and more detached from those around him. But they never foresaw what was to come.

Dritz had been planning his venture for months, saving every last coin he could, working out what he would do when he reached foreign shores. He had secretly wrote and sent letters to his destination, working tirelessly to secure himself a place to live. Weeks passed, but he finally received a response. When he opened the letter with much excitement, he read it slowly, absorbing every last word; the grin on his face slowly melting away as he read further. He had his eyes and heart set on the far off Island of Aegis, and dreamed of living in the magical city of Draco, or even the gleaming city of white, Meriddia, but it was not to be. The home he had managed to secure was the militant city of Grorr.

He rolled the letter back up and released a heavy sigh. This was not how he hoped it would turn out at all, but at least the time had come. His mood soon picked back up when he realized that this was what he always wanted. Dritz was to leave in the dead of night on the last ship out.

He packed his things, took all essentials and a leather-bound case of books which held some importance to him and took leave of his comfortable life under the moonlight. All he left for his family and friends was a farewell note. And as he looked out at the starlit sky as the waves crashed against the ship he was aboard, his eyes filled and doubt weighed heavy on his heart. He wondered if he had made the right choice.

It had been two years since that day. Dritz now lived in a small house in Grorr. It wasn't anything special, but it was his; and he was able to come and go as he pleased. He hadn't really made many friends, and only really knew people by face rather than name. The people of Grorr weren’t half as bad as he initially expected, but he still felt that he stood out far too much with his contrasted interests whenever he left his home. Not a day went by that he didn't spare a thought for the friends and family he left behind for his own selfish desires, yet he could not muster the courage to ever contact them. Many times he had sat by candlelight with quill in hand, toying with the idea of writing a letter to his family, but he never did.