Felix Davian

Name: Felix Davian



Age: 20

Height: 5'9

Weight: 136

Race: Human

Ability: Extremely Lucky

Weapon: One-Handed Long Sword

Bio: Felix was born to two of the luckiest people on the planet. A successful blacksmith who married the greatest archer in the land. Marco Davian and Lissa Hartly. He was the most well behaved child in the town, but he grew up into quite the adventurer. From a young age his parents knew he was lucky. If he entered into a contest, he usually one. And if it was based off chance he would ALWAYS win. He would constantly find gold lying around on the ground, and good things would happen to him in general. His life changed when a wizard passed through the town. The moment he saw Felix he hunted down his parents. He explained to them that Felix was a perfect candidate to become a Rune soldier. The energy that ran through Felix is what tipped the wizard off. His name was Arcandrith, and he could see the talent almost radiating from him. He told his parents to train Felix in the way of swordsmanship, and he would return in six years.

On his fifteenth birthday, completing his lessons as a swordsman, he was given his first sword. He had a grand party, ate and drank well, and sparred with a few of his friends. Then Arcandrith arrived. Everyone had to leave the room, just leaving Felix and Arcandrith alone.

"Do not be afraid, Felix. This may hurt, but when you awake you will be more powerful than you ever thought possible." Felix was nervous. "What... are you going to do to me." "I'm going to give you the power of the runes, young child. You will be able to tap into the energies of the world, and do great things." "Like.. like magic?" The boy's eyes lit up, and Arcandrith smiled. "Yes. Now lay down." The wizard took a small blue gemstone, and placed it on his forehead. It sunk into the skin, and Felix let out a shreik of pain, writhing on the bed. It was like that for four hours, then he fell limp. Glowing blue runes appeared on his back, spiraling down his spine. More appeared wrapping around his wrists and across the back of his hands. Hours later, Felix woke up feeling very disoriented. "Congradulations, Felix. It's done. Now you must come with us to learn to control your abilities." Felix shook his head, not sure what was going on. "Where... am I? Who.. who are you?" He had woken up without most of his memory. He knew what things were, but important things such as dates, names and faces were gone. Shaking his head, Arcandrith left to speak with his parents.

Amnesia was a rare complication with the ritual, but in all cases blindness accompanied it. Soon followed by death. Arcandrtih watched and waited, but Felix's condition didn't worsen. "He's lucky... Since he has no ties here anymore, I will take him for his training. What is done cannot be undone." Arcandrith took him to his home, the Obelisk, and left him to train with the Mentors. For four long years Felix practiced the art of Rune craft. Pulling the energies from around him to control the elements, one year for each. His training was complete.

Out of all the other candidates, he was superior. His loss of memory made wielding the energies through his body that much easier. His skill with a blade wasn't remarkable, but the Mentors saw him becoming the most powerful Runic Knight in existance.