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Cyphas Vandrigal is a twenty-two year old male. He Resides mostly within the shadows; a wandering man with little interest in the world around him. His Kindred is a line of ancient Mages; their name long whispered in the breeze, only to be forgotten. They are able to bend almost everything to their will using their practice of aura magic, however with a price. Seeing as the magic is aura-based, energy is quickly sapped from the Mage unless they are able to control it. Luckily, most are. The Mages perfected their art of aura magic over thousands of years, passing down what they know to younger generations. Still today, the near-flawless, anc

It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Well, in this case, a finger. In the caverns underneath the ground a beautiful woman sings the soprano that could lead to his death. And this was literal.  She was a magical being whose words came to life in the form of lighted spears. Dangerous to avoid if you yourself didn't have the same neat little trick. The lazy hag should at least look as though it was an effort. Lanz would've given her the middle finger except that it's now three feet away from him. Ha! “Wrap yourself in them and play, will you / Then I shall take my toys away.” Honestly, he has no clue of what she