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Description

hi take my bratty son !

Name: Amon Branwen
Gender:Cis boy
Age: 14
Height: 5'3"
Nationality: English
Case Number: 701

Diagnosed Illness: Unexplained Fevers and Chills, Depression

Personality:

Quiet and Reserved - At least, at first... He can be rather curt.

Curious - He enjoys learning new things about anything really. As reserved as he is, this is usually conquered by his curiousity and he will likely engage in those that have piqued his interest.

Stubborn - He can be very hard to budge once he's set his mind to something and rarely will he back down from his decision. From his stubbornness comes his rebellious nature; when someone tries to say he can't do something, he'll go against them and try to dos o anyway. The end result usually ending quite badly for him. This, however, doesn't seem to stop him.

Impulsive - He tends to act on his emotions and will say or do things in the heat of the moment only to regret it later. He can also become very childish afterwards and even attempt to pit the blame of his mistakes on someone else.

Vengeful - He will likely hold grudges against people that do him bad and will work doubly to pay them back in fold.

History:

Money was never a concern for Amon growing up, having been born into wealth under the grace of an Earl. He never knew his mother as she died in childbirth and his father, well, he was far more concerned with burying himself in overseeing his businesses. Despite the neglect, he wasn't entirely lonesome, with a good amount of servants to take care of his wants and needs. He was a child with a most excellent disposition, knew his manners, was generally the ideal heir to take over the responsibilities of a young lord.

Born with weak constitution, Amon was usually confined to staying indoors for fear of his health by the servants. After all, what would happen if something were to happen to him? They'd be thrown into the streets or worse ! The boy didn't know much else so he didn't mind too much but... the looming presence of people constantly checking up on you would drive anyone insane. By the time he could no longer be sated by the confines of his home, he had become akin to a caged beast and he'd grown all too resentful of the limitations placed upon him. He'd slowly grown bitter and angry at the circumstances, seeing the wealth and title as nothing more than a ball and chain.

He'd become rebellious as time went on, the fire within him smoldering into a seething pit of rage. The arrival of the daegra only made it worse....

It began with an unusually high fever that seemed to span over the course of a week, with the maidservants being none the wiser over the cause of it. They thought it another bout of sickness that the boy was suffering through, nothing special about that. He had always been a sickly child, so no brows were raised in suspicion until he began speaking in his dreams; nonsensical, fractured sentences that he could not recall in his waking hours. Whispers began, rumors, talk of possible possession...

He'd only become aware of the entity that visited him in his dreams as real when he'd overheard the servants whispering amongst themselves and caught word that he'd repeated in his sleep the name of it; Bel.

Finally, a name to this... thing that was speaking with him and every night it would only draw closer and closer until soon, it loomed over him like some sort of behemoth. When the figure reached out to touch him on night as if to caress his cheek, the boy fought fought viciously back with teeth and nails, only to awake to the screams of one of servants who'd come to check up on him after he'd been heard moaning in sleep. She stood hunched over slightly, holding her hands over one of her eyes, splatters of blood leaking onto the bed sheets, crying in pain. Amon could only stare, sweat gathering over his brow as he tried to catch his breath. It wasn't long until the other maids came in all at once; a mix of shock, fear and disgust across all their faces. None would enter his chambers after that night, only coming in to change the sheets and candle stubs.

Waking hours were agony, the boy would spend most of it in bed, the fevers and chills wracking his body until his fatigue rendered him practically immobile and blurring the lines between the waking world and his dreams. Unbeknownst to him, this was all Bel's doing. He'd become almost a sort of friend to him, the daegra was the only being that would speak to him really, and whether it was a simple machination of his mind trying to fill the void that loneliness often brings with it, he'd become enamoured with it.

It would only be a few weeks later that word of the maid's incident spread even further and the boy's father couldn't ignore any longer. If all the doctors he'd summoned couldn't fix him, then he'd just have to... send him elsewhere.

Godsglaow asylum seemed his best shot.

Current Level:

Inventory:

Power: Pyrokinesis

Scintilla - Able to ignite a small flame so long as he maintains eye contact and concentration; extended use will cause headaches and eye strain and may leave him with severe light sensitivity.

Tier 1 - Begins as a low ember, takes as long as 20 seconds to achieve a flame
Tier 2 - A more robust spark ember takes hold, takes about 10 seconds with optimal kindling
Tier 3 - A flame is almost instantaneous

Spiritus Auferat - Becomes so heated that he acts as a living flame, burning the very oxygen around him, causing the air to thin and his vicinity to heat up. Overuse leads to very obvious hyperthermia and exhaustion.

Tier 1 - The effect is minor, it just makes it uncomfortable to be around him with rising body temperatures.
Tier 2 - The effect becomes more obvious, making it hard for those to breathe and increased sweating
Tier 3 - The room becomes almost a vacuum, those in a room with him will find themselves beginning to fall unconscious from the lack of oxygen

Phantasma Ignis - Grants the ability to manifest a palm-sized flame that can be thrown like a projectile. Overuse may lead to neuropathy in the hands/arms and even superficial burns.

Tier 1 - He can produce one flame at a time and chuck them. Can only use a handful of times before he can feel the pain flare up.
Tier 2 - Can produce more than a few with a maximum of 5. Same as before, takes immense concentration and the repercussions can leave his hand paralyzed.
Tier 3 - Fire becomes more manageable for him, he could easily summon 10 of the lil' flames without breaking a sweat.

Other:

Current Points:

Description

hi take my bratty son !

Name: Amon Branwen
Gender:Cis boy
Age: 14
Height: 5'3"
Nationality: English
Case Number: 701

Diagnosed Illness: Unexplained Fevers and Chills, Depression

Personality:

Quiet and Reserved - At least, at first... He can be rather curt.

Curious - He enjoys learning new things about anything really. As reserved as he is, this is usually conquered by his curiousity and he will likely engage in those that have piqued his interest.

Stubborn - He can be very hard to budge once he's set his mind to something and rarely will he back down from his decision. From his stubbornness comes his rebellious nature; when someone tries to say he can't do something, he'll go against them and try to dos o anyway. The end result usually ending quite badly for him. This, however, doesn't seem to stop him.

Impulsive - He tends to act on his emotions and will say or do things in the heat of the moment only to regret it later. He can also become very childish afterwards and even attempt to pit the blame of his mistakes on someone else.

Vengeful - He will likely hold grudges against people that do him bad and will work doubly to pay them back in fold.

History:

Money was never a concern for Amon growing up, having been born into wealth under the grace of an Earl. He never knew his mother as she died in childbirth and his father, well, he was far more concerned with burying himself in overseeing his businesses. Despite the neglect, he wasn't entirely lonesome, with a good amount of servants to take care of his wants and needs. He was a child with a most excellent disposition, knew his manners, was generally the ideal heir to take over the responsibilities of a young lord.

Born with weak constitution, Amon was usually confined to staying indoors for fear of his health by the servants. After all, what would happen if something were to happen to him? They'd be thrown into the streets or worse ! The boy didn't know much else so he didn't mind too much but... the looming presence of people constantly checking up on you would drive anyone insane. By the time he could no longer be sated by the confines of his home, he had become akin to a caged beast and he'd grown all too resentful of the limitations placed upon him. He'd slowly grown bitter and angry at the circumstances, seeing the wealth and title as nothing more than a ball and chain.

He'd become rebellious as time went on, the fire within him smoldering into a seething pit of rage. The arrival of the daegra only made it worse....

It began with an unusually high fever that seemed to span over the course of a week, with the maidservants being none the wiser over the cause of it. They thought it another bout of sickness that the boy was suffering through, nothing special about that. He had always been a sickly child, so no brows were raised in suspicion until he began speaking in his dreams; nonsensical, fractured sentences that he could not recall in his waking hours. Whispers began, rumors, talk of possible possession...

He'd only become aware of the entity that visited him in his dreams as real when he'd overheard the servants whispering amongst themselves and caught word that he'd repeated in his sleep the name of it; Bel.

Finally, a name to this... thing that was speaking with him and every night it would only draw closer and closer until soon, it loomed over him like some sort of behemoth. When the figure reached out to touch him on night as if to caress his cheek, the boy fought fought viciously back with teeth and nails, only to awake to the screams of one of servants who'd come to check up on him after he'd been heard moaning in sleep. She stood hunched over slightly, holding her hands over one of her eyes, splatters of blood leaking onto the bed sheets, crying in pain. Amon could only stare, sweat gathering over his brow as he tried to catch his breath. It wasn't long until the other maids came in all at once; a mix of shock, fear and disgust across all their faces. None would enter his chambers after that night, only coming in to change the sheets and candle stubs.

Waking hours were agony, the boy would spend most of it in bed, the fevers and chills wracking his body until his fatigue rendered him practically immobile and blurring the lines between the waking world and his dreams. Unbeknownst to him, this was all Bel's doing. He'd become almost a sort of friend to him, the daegra was the only being that would speak to him really, and whether it was a simple machination of his mind trying to fill the void that loneliness often brings with it, he'd become enamoured with it.

It would only be a few weeks later that word of the maid's incident spread even further and the boy's father couldn't ignore any longer. If all the doctors he'd summoned couldn't fix him, then he'd just have to... send him elsewhere.

Godsglaow asylum seemed his best shot.

Current Level:

Inventory:

Power: Pyrokinesis

Scintilla - Able to ignite a small flame so long as he maintains eye contact and concentration; extended use will cause headaches and eye strain and may leave him with severe light sensitivity.

Tier 1 - Begins as a low ember, takes as long as 20 seconds to achieve a flame
Tier 2 - A more robust spark ember takes hold, takes about 10 seconds with optimal kindling
Tier 3 - A flame is almost instantaneous

Spiritus Auferat - Becomes so heated that he acts as a living flame, burning the very oxygen around him, causing the air to thin and his vicinity to heat up. Overuse leads to very obvious hyperthermia and exhaustion.

Tier 1 - The effect is minor, it just makes it uncomfortable to be around him with rising body temperatures.
Tier 2 - The effect becomes more obvious, making it hard for those to breathe and increased sweating
Tier 3 - The room becomes almost a vacuum, those in a room with him will find themselves beginning to fall unconscious from the lack of oxygen

Phantasma Ignis - Grants the ability to manifest a palm-sized flame that can be thrown like a projectile. Overuse may lead to neuropathy in the hands/arms and even superficial burns.

Tier 1 - He can produce one flame at a time and chuck them. Can only use a handful of times before he can feel the pain flare up.
Tier 2 - Can produce more than a few with a maximum of 5. Same as before, takes immense concentration and the repercussions can leave his hand paralyzed.
Tier 3 - Fire becomes more manageable for him, he could easily summon 10 of the lil' flames without breaking a sweat.

Other:

Current Points: