Mathaylis Silversun
Royal Wizard of Dreyhaiven Mataglor
A traveler of both time and space, Mathaylis is a being who has truly come to understand balance.
Born on a distant world in a tyrannical country. This country was ruled by a council of evil wizards and was comprised of the most accomplished casters in each school of arcane magic. The wizards of this country were all specialist wizards and were the only practitioners of magic allowed to cast arcane spells freely within the country's borders. Even casters who drew their spell energy from other metaphysical sources such as clerics and druids had heavy restrictions place on them as to what their spells could do and be used for.
Mataglor
Like many other noble families Mataglor's parents had paid a high price to ensure his apprenticeship. The wizard was cold, cruel, and callus but he was a Necromancer after all and now Mataglor would be too. The cost for failure was high and paid with scars both physical and emotional not just from his master but at home as well. Mataglor was enveloped in the country's culture and had already begun plotting and scheming even at that young age. He dreamt of the day he would seize the ruling seat of the school of Necromacy. He would make his family pay for their transgressions against him as his eternal servants in undeath. Several years into his apprenticeship Mataglor found himself growing evermore frustrated and for good reason. Being the shortest tenured apprentices and having surpassed all but one of the other apprentices, who he wasn't sure how much more powerful than himself he was but it probably wasn't much. Neither had taken any aggressive action towards each other so he let it be. While he was learning it was only do to the his determination and lust for knowlege and power that he was climbing the ranks. He was deciphering arcane text that no other previous students had. Mataglor began delving into nercomatic studies of which no other apprentice or bonified wizards had even theorized. If his teacher didn't know the extent of his own student's abilities it was do to his own arrogance and that would be his undoing. Mataglor was sent along with a garrison of soldiers to the slave markets in one of the countries port cities. While acquiring the list of slaves of varying races and genders of specimen but one specific slave caught Mataglor's eye. It might not have been the slave himself but what he was wearing, he had an anti-magic colar on. That meant this human from half a continent away judging by his skin tones and hair color had some aptitude for spellcasting. Mataglor's nefarious mind was at work he could purchase this man and offer him his freedom if he agreed to help Mataglor in slaying his master and the other apprentices if necessary. Mataglor didn't hesitate and bought the slave figuring if the man didn't agree he still had a slave or a research specimen in the worst case scenario. Mataglor spent some time negociating the amount of coin this prized slave would cost and it stil ended up costing him most of his wealth. After a successful trip to the slave market Mataglor and the garrison gathered the spoils of their day. All the slaves were fitted with new chains and shackles and lined up for their march back to Mataglor's masters estate. All except one, Mataglor's new prized slave he road in the carrage with his new owner. Mataglor began evaluating his new property trying to guage what chances of his plan had on succeeding within hours of concieving it, he was impressed with the man he was smart and with knowledge of the world around him. Mataglor quized the slave about his arcane knowledge and after hearing what he had to say Mataglor was completely satisified with his purchase. Mataglor adjusted his daily routine to be able to make time to further Jeremyians arcane training. Mataglor and Jeremyian would wait until everyone else was sleeping and he would work with Jeremyian on his spellcraft or whatever area he thought might increase their chances on a given day. After years of plotting and scheming Mataglor and Jeremyian saw all their mechinations come to fruition as the two succeeded in slaying Mataglor's master.Mathaylis
Knowing he would not be able to travel abroad as he would in his own country and if anyone found out who he really was it could cost him his life. Mataglor created alias that he would use while traveling in the distant lands they were bound for. He decided on the name Mathaylis. He found it to be a fitting name as it paid homage to his homeland in a sense but was pretty sure most people wouldn't pickup on the reference.Physical Description
Apparel & Accessories
Mataglor
From the time Mataglor began his apprenticeship he wore crimson red robes as in honor of his homeland tradition of showing ones stature of the ruling class. For many years he donned those robes with pride.Mathaylis
When traveling abroad Mathaylis wore simple robes.Mental characteristics
Intellectual Characteristics
Mataglor possesed a keen and brillant mind even from a young age yet his social skills were always a little behind. When left to his own devices he would either research subjects he enjoyed or ponder the vast possiblities of exisitence itself. Always a thinker Mataglor tried to see everything from every angle, a master stratagist in training just because that how his mind worked.
Morality & Philosophy
It has been said the with age comes wisdom, Mathaylis Silversun may be one the best examples of this. The word redemption may even qualify in the case of Mataglor becoming Mathaylis it wasn't something that just happened overnight it was an evolution of a soul, a being destined to alter the course of the Multiverse.
Social
Religious Views
In his studies to many times had he read about some divine intervention or another that changed the course of history but there was no doubt in his mind that the gods acted on their whims alone. Unike many in his homeland Mataglor paid attention to the gods not that he worshipped them but acknowledeged their power saw them as something fanatics wasted their time with instead of achieving that power themselves.
Now although he would deny that on several occasions he had muttered some form of lips service to a god or the multiverse in general in a hairy situation he in fact had. He knew they were there as he got older it became more apparent and seemed like he could almost feel them or atleast the energies they controlled.
A Ride Home from the Market.
(Birth of a Friendship)
Mataglor released his newly aquired property from his restraints and offered the man some refreshment. The man was taken back by this gesture "You're" he said with a long pause as he search for the words to finish his thoughts "not quite what i was expecting. Your people are quite reknowned for your shining personallites and generosity." His tone was bravely layden with sarcasism and he knew he was tempting fate merely uttering such a statement. Mataglor smiled and half snickered he was fully aware of the reputation his homeland had in other countries and rightfully so. Many times throughout history his country had sought to expand it's borders by invading the various surrounding nations, each time they were met with defeat or short lived victories. "I can understand that sentiment but just because we have aspirations of domination doesn't mean we don't have manners my new friend. So tell me what form of magic do you weave, you're surely not waering that colar for decoration." "I am a Shadow Mage by trade but i find myself drawn necromancy as well' he told Mataglor "Or at least I was until I was captured and enslaved, but apparently my spellcasting days are over." He paused then finished with "For Now" Mataglor was even more content with his purchase after hearing this. "Well Shadow Mage my name is Mataglor, I am a Necromancer by trade myself. While you may think your spellcasting days are over I have a proposition for you. You seem to be somewhat infromed on the workings of this country. I'm sure you've heard of the infighting amoungst the wizards of these lands and that we are not above killing one another to achieve our own personal goals."
Divine Classification
Deity
Current Location
Species
Realm
Church/Cult
Age
53
Children
Pronouns
He, Him
Sex
Male
Gender
Man
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Bald
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale White
Height
6'0"
Weight
207
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