Artemis Pendragon

Name: Artemis Pendragon

Age: 22

Height: 5'9



About: Artemis' parents were both spell-casters, as were their parents before them, and so on. Magic ran deep in their blood line, but their strength was dwindling. They hoped for a child that would re-awaken that power. And not two years after they had made that wish a child was born. They could literally feel the magic pulsing from his body, and they brought him to the Arch-Sage, master of their tower. Arcandrith was his name, and he was the oldest warlock in the tower. He was rumored to be anywhere between 200-1,000 years old, but really he was only 185. He gazed down at the child brought before him, and closed his eyes. "Yes.. I feel a strong magic within him.. but he will not be able to control that power.. not without decades of training and hard work." They took him back to their dwelling, and decided to name him Artemis.

Artemis' life was not an exciting one, by his standards. From the age of seven he was put to work. Every day he cleaned, then trained with one of the senior warlocks, then did odd jobs, then exercised, then more training. From the moment he woke up to the moment he passed out on his bed he was working in some way or another. He first mastered basic elemental control, and he found fire to be his favorite. The heat, the colors, the ability to destroy everything it touched. But he soon put that aside as he learned the art of summoning monsters to his aid. Then that was followed by protective spells.

He was pushed and pushed until he memorized every single thing there was to teach him. But he longed for more. He often snuck into the Great Library to read from the restricted section, and found out about magic forbidden to his people and the Arch-sage Tower. Necromancy. Magic to control the dead. Mind control. Soul absorbtion. There was nothing to learn but names and descriptions, but he was instantly enthralled. He hungered for more knowledge, wanting to be able ot use all kinds of magic. Now sixteen, he was a mischevious boy, and wanted more than what the tower was offering him. One night he snuck into the Arch-sage's room, picking the lock, and made his way past the sleeping man to his study. There he found a large book, opened to a teleportation spell. Convinent.

Stealing his staff as well as the spell, he closed his eyes, and soon the room was filled with a bright light. Arcandrith ran in, trying to straighten his glasses. "What are you...?!" There was a bright flash of light, and he was gone. This began his new life. Feeling reborn, he wandered the world. He became a pupil from a necromancer for awhile, learning the 'dark arts', before he moved on from her teachings to find new, exciting things. He is ever looking for some new magic to learn.