Merlin

(... Its only been a year, can't be that hard!)

It's been a year now since I've started to roam and research the forest. Over this time, I have seen many things, the seasons of change, the world unraveling, players young and old coming and going... I've started to feel a kinship with this forest, and it is now my home. If I ever needed supplies I would trade in materials I gathered to the town for various foods, I love the rye bread... Which is good, since that's all they have...

Anyways, my physical ability has gotten better, I can jog for a bit now, but fight I cannot, and I still rely upon the guidance of the stars that is conjured through the many runes I have crafted over the year while finding perfect places to be. Now, with my spells in hand...

I shall conquer the world!

...

Probably need some materials before that though.

The bird's were singing, the things were thinging, and a boy named "Little flame" (Aden), was coming to his senses.

"Where... Where am I?" He thought as he picked himself up from the ground, and promptly fell down due to the pain of his aching muscles.

Now kids, when you exercise, especially when you haven't exercised in practically a millennium, stretch, or else you end up like this guy.

"Ow..." Aden moaned with a pitiful tone, as his body refused to follow his commands.

He looked around after coming to accept his faith as a log, and realized that he was still in the forest, alive.

"Ho-" He grimaced after he tried to move his hand to his chin, "How am I alive?"

Faintly remembering what occurred last night, he seriously doubted that he was still among the living. After debating with himself for a few moments on whether or not he was a nature spirit now, he just sighed and closed his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, Aden started to laugh, then slightly giggle... With a drunken tone he spoke,

"It seems like that protection spell really did work! I was smart to cast it before going on my trip! Hahaha- Ow..."

As he laughed, his aching chest reprimanded him, and he went on silently cheering in his mind of the success of the spell.

For the second time today Aden practically collapsed into a heap of sweat when he didn't hear the grunts of the Boar's anymore. Feeling a sense of Deja vu, he heaved in and out as he desperately tried to put as much virtual oxygen he could into his body.

"I need to get out more..." He complained tiredly to no one in particular, trying to sit himself up and look at his surroundings.

Around him were good ol tree's, giving off a forest vibe. Multiple plants surrounded him, but at this point, Aden didn't really care. His body used muscles that were never used in years. He was thirsty, hungry, tired at the same time, and his eyes were closing on there own.

"You know what..." he said with the little amount of energy he had left, "screw it."

Then he promptly passed out in the middle of the forest...

It was night, by the way, with a crescent moon shining above him. (In some cultures, a magical symbol.)

And so, the epic gathering of random plants that might be able to be used for spells COMMENCED!!!

Just kidding, Aden was now currently resting on his back and contemplating the now setting sun in the sky...

"Huh...I really didn't think that would work..." He spoke softly, resting his aching, out of shape, body.

Aden brought up his menu, and summoned the flower he procured. He gently handled it and felt it's smooth texture. Chuckling suddenly, he gave a grin.

"Who the heck would think I would be collecting flowers for spells with 'this' body." Aden spoke with a amused, but tired tone. "Then again, who would think that my quest for magic would land me in a death game?"

He yawned, and closed his eyes, just listening to the wind billowing in the distance, the grass waving in the wind, the grunts of...

"Wait, grunts?"

Very slowly, Aden opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. It was odd that no mobs showed up during the gathering, and due to him being in the same spot where he nabbed it...

Three rather close Boars were about 10 feet from his position, and their Aggro range was literally right next to him. He started getting up with the largest amount of stealth he could muster up (not much). Aden focused his eyes on them, to spot any signs of aggression. His heart seemed like it was about to burst, and maybe it was due to how close death really was to him. Then, as soon as they looked away, he scrambled up and dashed towards the opposite direction, trying to gain as much distance as possible with his skinny legs. 

He ran like the devil was after him, and when he heard the Boar's grunt's get louder, it was.

A hour of failing to navigate the 'harsh' terrain of a DAMN GRASS FIELD...

As Aden realized how much of a failure of an athletic he truly was, he continued to look for random plants that looked 'semi' magical.

The reason was simple,

If you didn't know, the art of magic is not just saying a few fancy words and lobbing out a fireball, it is the communing of nature itself and using it to your will, (at least, that's what it said on the internet). And to tap into certain spells, you need certain items. For example, if your doing anything stupid with magic (a-la summoning a very scary demon,) you have to throw down some sandalwood candles and such.

And so, that's why Aden is staring at the ground intently for a plant or something... And what do you know, a plant did pop up, well, eventually.

Hastily, he made his way to the plant, crouched, and pulled out his knife.

He didn't have the steadiest hand, and it showed when he tried to precisely cut off the wanted part of the plant (which resembled a flower needed for a energy spell).

"Damn it..." He muttered as his hand slowly made it's way to the wanted area, "be more steady..."

And, when he couldn't take it anymore, he closed his eyes and swiftly slashed his knife with hope.

"Oh crap" he thought, "the flower's probably ruined..." Berating himself for acting impatiently, he opened his eyes expecting a messed up flower. Instead...

[Congratulations! You gained (1) material!]

"YES!!!"

ID:  48363

LD : 17 (+1) = 18

(Present)

The red head looked down and observed himself after falling down magnificently. "I'm..." He shakily took a breath "I'm not in the best of shape, am I..."

He was sweating like a pig, his stick like arms were completely numb, his heart was thumping like a war drum, it was seriously scary...

"I guess..." Breath in, breath out... "I guess it can't be helped... All I've been doing was reading lore book's and experiment with different materials in the search of magic... I thought I'll be able to find a single spell for that whole time I was in the Starting City, but no~, nothing."

Aden started to sit himself upright, then took another breath, this one more steady. "Guess I'll chant something to help me out..."

After a few moments of contemplation, he started chanting in a low voice.

"Give me light, give me energy, I beg of you spirits of the sun, bring me the power to travel without burden..."

He stood still for a moment, it actually looked like it worked, then he groaned and flopped back onto the ground.

"Nope, nothing, screw you sun spirits..."

"Ok, I get this is a death game and all, and it's suppose to be hard, but make it easier for this less physical dammit!"

Tripping over himself, Aden, AKA Merlin, started to reflect on what brought him out here today...

(A few hours ago)

"I've been here for how many years and I haven't made any progress what so ever on how to use magic..." The red head sighed as he strolled in the streets of the Beginner's City.

He flicked his finger, making his menu pop up. Looking up and down at his inventory, Aden started to mutter..

"Everything is in order, and nothing is gone. I know how many times I misplaced something and forgot about it, to only need it the next minute. I really don't want to forget my knife at home in a place like this..."

Seemingly on reflex he started to fidget with the handle of his dagger, as if reassuring himself that he didn't leave it in the many alleys in this city by mistake. Then, after a minute or so, he nodded his head and with eyes filled with resolution, he exited out of the menu.

Aden took a few steps towards the gate just up ahead, and he thought whimsically...

"What's the worst that can happen?"

Blundering and tripping among the fields of the first floor, with the sun shining above him, a certain red headed boy would be caught muttering...

"When you think about it, magic is kinda dumb..." 

Above him would flash the name plate "Merlin", after the magician of the round table in King Arthur's legend, however this individual seemed neither a magician or heck, even a intellectual person. "Merlin" was clothed in the beginner outfit with a knife hanging loosely at his side by thin string. He seemed to be looking for something among the grasses of the beginner's field, and kept on shifting his gaze from left to right to either spot his target, or make sure he wasn't the Boar's target, which plenty roamed nearby him. He was able to clumsily weave through the aggro of the mob's, whether due to sheer luck or a decent perception. And as he trudged on, he always kept his vision peeled on the ground, still looking for... well... something...

This is Merlin's first adventure, and he know's this isn't gonna go well...

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Username: Merlin
Real name: Aden
Age when entering: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"

Current Age: 18

Chosen Bundle: Set D "Support Package"

Appearance: Amber eyed and ginger haired, thin as a stick and slightly sick looking

By: Nyarunyan Of Deviant Art (http://nyarunyan.deviantart.com/art/Lucas-Picnik-redhead-boy-169906670)

(Instead of green eyes, replace with redhead)

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Source: https://www.zerochan.net/573589

About: History/personality

(Disclaimer: Magic is in no shape or form can be casted by players. Merlin's actions regarding magic are unable to affect mechanics. They also will adhere to in place lore and deviation will not occur.)

Magic in the past was considered a dark and mysterious power. It is only able to be obtained by marrying the devil, or giving spirits the blood of another. Then, it became a symbol of power and wisdom in King Arthur's legend, by the character of Merlin, head Mage of the round table. Now, it is the explanation of the unknown and the unexplained. However, to a certain boy named 'little fire' by his parent's, it is his driving force.

Aden's start was bitter. Both his parent's died when he was three and no family wished to take care of him. The family nanny however, saw fire in Aden's amber eyes, and began the process of adopting him. After a long legal battle, and the approval of the distant relatives,  the nanny, named Nina, took care of this ginger haired boy in place of the parents. He never really remembered the parent's, so when Nina told him what occurred, the only grief he felt was that he wasn't the son of Nina.

She spun many tales of adventure and magic to Aden when he was 6, stories of king's and fantasy. His interest began to shift towards the wizards of the stories, those who could control the elements and the world. He once proclaimed that he would become a mage, similar to King Arthur's Merlin. The nanny just giggled at his proclamation, believing this to be a simple whim in his childish heart. Yet...

It was a promise.

The study of arcane arts became a obsession to him, worrying his mother. Though, due to good grades (, he believe that intelligence was required for spells), she let him have his fun. Also, it was amusing to watch him trying to conjure magic with jazz hands. Yet to Aden, magic was simply a branch of study, similar to the veins of biology or physics. He read papers of science, and began to look up to scientists such as Eugenie Clark for going into the unknown. He saw magic and these rituals as giant oceans unexplored. There is a vast amount of water with little to no life in them. However, in this sea of rituals there must be one speck of life, one spell which truly works. And so he continues...

10 year's later after Nina's stories, and his studies remained unfruitful. He was frustrated and became quick to anger. Trying to cheer him up, Nina pre-ordered Sword Art Online for his birthday, and secretly hoped he would be able to get away from his obsession. Aden loved his adoptive mother even if her stories started his spiral downward. So with a sigh, he relented to her wishes and put on the helmet.

However, his heart dropped when he realized that he was trapped in this world, and began to curse and scream, unable to continue his studies. Time, however, has calmed him. Instead, he see's this place as a new place of study, and for years he has been gathering materials, information from passing players, and studying the lore of Sword Art Online. He wanted to explore Aincrad, and see if he could introduce magic into a world of steel.

And that's how he ended up here, in a death game, looking for magic he looked for oh so long ago.

Virtues:

My heart and my soul will never give up :
The candle of curiosity in Merlin has flickered in the past. Yet, he would remember the stories, the good that which all of these spell casters have given to the world. From the embers of a dying fire, the flames roar back, and beckon him to continue his journey through the world. Pushing himself up once more, he will continue onward, no matter what.

Defensive Fighter :
Conservation of life, especially human, is a driving motivator for his studies. Normally, he avoids sacrificing live creatures simply from the fact that it seems counter intuitive. So engaging in combat with anything leaves quite a bitter taste in his mouth. Normally considered a flaw, instead it is something that allows him to control his desires, making sure that he only kills monsters, and avoiding players.

Walk among whoever you wish to :
Accepting the fact that his desires do not align with what others call "normal", Merlin does not mind being alone. That does not mean he is unable socialize, him being able to continue a conversation without struggle. However, actively seeking companionship is a rare sight from him, as he knows most do not share his passion.
 

Flaws:

Magically Crazed :
Merlin believes in magic, and whatever he does it all is for the sake of gaining it. Few things can sway him from his path of spell casting, that being family and close friends. For now, due to a lack of both of things in game, he is unhinged with his desires for research, even going so far to research in the "Town of Beginnings" for two years.

Superstitious :
As a person who has researched heavily into magic, symbolism is a large part of his decision making progress. This usually overtakes his logical side, causing him to do seemingly irrational things such as leaving his food supply to the wild, or refuse to enter into various buildings in fear of "angering" a spirit. These simple misunderstands have lead him into a dark path before, and it is no different in game.

Odd :
With hobbies such as invoking daemonic beings, others have found Merlin to be insane. That of course hasn't stopped his studies, however people meeting him during a chant may find him off putting. He has dulled his urge practice his craft in public, mostly due to his mother's scolding. However, it is not possible to preform all rituals inside.

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Roleplays

Magic huh... :

Return to the forest <<The First Few Lessons Are Free>>

(SP-F1) Finding Magic <<Earning a Living:Performer>> 

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