: Tym SolarkaldRace
: Wizard (Evoker)Alignment
: Chaotic NeutralEye Color
: Light brown with gold huesHair Color
: Golden blondComplexion
: Very lightly tannedHeight
: MaleSexual Orientation
His standard dress is red robes with gold accents. His robes are not heavy but rather light and often flowing to allow freedom of movement. He has a full body tattoo in black ink running up both arms and legs and meeting on his back and chest, each limb representing one element each.Personality
He is often overconfident, thinking he can best any of his fellow wizards. While power does play a key element in the way he works, he does take into account more than just that. For instance, casting a bigger and badder fire spell will not kill something immune to fire no matter how much power is put into it. He doesn't do well when others impress upon him that he should
do something because he will put every ounce of his being into not doing that particular thing. He doesn't necessarily always think he should get his way. He simply believes his abilities far exceed those of others and believes that Evocation is the most difficult school to master. When dealing with others, he is usually civil until annoyed or otherwise angered.
: (I have no idea about the setting other than what has been given, so forgive me if I am stating anything incorrectly)
Tym was the middle child in a set of three with an older and younger sister, each set apart by three years. His father is the only parent left alive and currently makes his living as the assistant stable master at a farm just outside of Mretz, so he does not hold noble blood. His mother died in child birth when his younger sister was born. He was particularly close to her, so after her death, he became a more rambunctious child, doing mostly of what he wished and little of what was asked of him.
He spent most of his time outdoors growing up, exploring the lands around where he lived. Around the age of ten, he was returning home in the early evening where he found his father setting up a horse to ride. There was some urgency in the way he prepared the saddle, and when Tym saw the man who was paying for the horse, he became intrigued. The man was older and lavishly dressed in blues and silvers. His robes were pristine and flowed down as if they were naturally a part of the man's body instead of covering it. He remembered the evening vividly as the wizard, as he later learned, mounted the horse and spoke words unintelligible to his ears. A shining bracelet on his arm began to glow brilliantly before he dropped a bag of coin into his father's hand and rode off. Tym was captivated by the power of magic from then on.
He spent the next several years learning as much as a peasant boy could about the practice. He even managed to learn a few cantrips, including lighting candles and fetching objects without even touching them. It was the evocation that drew him though. Creating pure energy from seemingly nothing was invigorating, and to later learn to bend such energy to his will only added fuel to his flame for knowledge. Meanwhile, his father watched him with disappointment and anger. While his sisters were making a life for themselves, one happily married to a shop keeper and giving birth to his first grand child and the other soon to be marrying as well, he was left with nothing but hopeless dreams. His father cast him out at 16, unwilling to support him any longer until he gave up his useless dreams of magic. Tym left and made a living doing odd work in the city. Somehow, someway, he found himself working at the Academy which was just the start he needed to further his path to learning his passion of Evocation.Secrets
After being cast out by his father, there were desperate times for Tym. A few times, he had to sell his body at a couple of taverns to make a few gold coins. He resents that time in his life and blames both his father and the men that used him. If anyone found out, it would be a blow to his reputation and pride. He never wishes to see any of those men again, and should he run into them, his first response would be to avoid them. If that is not an option, his anger would likely force him to kill them.
The only enemies he has are those he has bested in friendly competition, mostly because he rubbed it in their face and gloated about it afterward.Motivation
Mastery of elements and energies. He is on a pursuit for power and knowledge, but mostly power. Each time he casts an evocation, he feels a surge of power within him. It's almost like a rush through his nerves, so one could possibly say he's looking for the ultimate high in magic.