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ZoA: Muir Wilson Application

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Name: Muir Wilson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Pisces
Class: Mage
Job: He’s at University; at the library they call him a Scholar.
City: Caeli, but visits Tyrim often
Height: 5’9
Weight: 129lbs soaking wet
Dob: February 29th
Personality: Muir refuses to be defined by childish and mortal words. He is calculating, consumed with insecurity and hate. He is the survival instinct more primeval than any cultural norm, and because of this he has put up several shields to protect a heart that is fragile and withering. To most, he comes off impudent, with a dislike for regulations and rules set up by anyone, yet he is one to end up following in line, more sheep than fish. Falling into a path behind someone is far safer than trying to stray against them.
He is quiet and withdrawn, highly anti social with a tendency to react poorly against someone than try and make friends. Hostile and aggressive, he lashes out and is quick to make judgments and make remarks; hurt before you get hurt. He has developed these traits of mild sarcasm, provocation and arrogance to protect himself. As a child he had been forever sheltered by his parents, and they were a crutch. Now that he has left, he’s had find his own means to protect himself.
For as cold and withdrawn as he might come off, deep within, past the layer of sharp-tongued hate, he is timid and frightened, often keeping his emotions as controlled as possible. The nativity and childish nature will come through when he is truly startled or frightened, but it is buried for the most part, snuffed out to where Muir is sure he no longer has to worry about his weakness.

Biography Summary: Being born into a very established family, with a rich history is usual terms for a good story. Unfortunately for Muir, it meant being born into a cursed family. The curse started the moment he was born, his leg was twisted and the muscles poorly developed, a deformity that almost ended his life before it started.
Kill the curse before it starts, but it was not to be. His parents kept Muir completely hidden from the world, not letting anyone see him and vice-versa, cloud him from the world and perhaps... perhaps they'd be forgotten. They hid things from him, told him there was nothing beyond the island and that he would never make it. They coddled him, exploited his weakness and drilled insecurity into his brain. He was a child not to be seen, heard or thought of.
But a boy of unsatisfiable thirst, craving all the knowledge and more than his square room continued... It wasn’t long before he needed to break out, and sneaking around the island was what he did. Eventually, after months of gaining courage to move further and further from his home, he found people. The family of sharks were the first people, aside from his parents, he had ever seen... and even though he grew frightened and shrank away, he continued to go back, day after day, until a friendship was formed between shark and guppy.
But how could you tell a boy who knew nothing, that there was more? His sharks were gone, before he knew it... Muir had to find them. He swam; swam until his arms ached and body burned, and then he found land. He saw the lights and the excitement and heard the voices. The guppy was so enthralled, danger seemed the last thing on his mind.
But it was upon him, and before he realized it the boat struck him. To the young man it was a foreign thing, he thought it a fish until he heard the blaring horn and shouting voices. He dove to avoid the 'attack', but the propeller caught his leg and tore up the already bad tissue. Again, the curse seemed to have followed him, reminding him the weakness he couldn’t escape.
He washed up on shore after struggling to stay in his mind, and was found just before his world turned dark. The healer he had been brought to was one he did not recognize, and before long he was thrust into a life very different from what he was used to. Life in the city was hard on the young man, but he learned and he strove to gain all the knowledge he could.

Skill/Spell Set: -
Double Trouble – Creates several ghost like projections of himself, landing damage and confusing an enemy.
Water Spout – Manipulating water to erupt from the ground beneath an enemy, sending them into the air or throwing them off balance.

Misc: - He has a very predominant limp, and can’t run.
- He’s very socially awkward, he dislikes people.
- He’s good friend with Gil, a thresher shark he grew up with.
- His left leg is completely mutilated, which is why he wears the long and thick leggings. His biggest insecurity is people seeing his leg.
- He has a weakness for lobster, clams, and scallops; they are his absolute favorite food.
- Swimming is his stress relief
- He isn't the biggest fan of women
- He'd never admit it, but he likes being taken care of. He'll push you away again and again and again, but after a while he'll melt
- He's a sucker for a good book, god forbid you take it from him

EXP: 0

Full Biography My friends think just because I live on an island, we live in paradise. We're all just out here sipping mai tais, shaking our hips and catching waves.
Are they insane?

There’s a saying, or a part of a saying, that claims when you’re rooted in a place, it’s hard to leave. The sands of Brettia Island has held the Wilson family for generations, going back hundreds of years with a pride for their name unmatched by any other. Rumored within their hushed voices and snobbish attitudes is a wisp of knowledge that an ancient ancestor had stood before the Goddess, and in judgment she bestowed on him luck and good fortune. Though this fabricated story has changed and warped through the years and the truth of it remains highly questionable, a look at the Wilson family shows they have indeed been given a blessing.
As their own legend goes, they were one of the first families to settle upon Brettia Island, and throughout their lives they prospered. They grew wealthy, owning much land and making great strides with fishing and harvesting. Their family grew, and it was impossible to deny they seemed to have a kind of angel watching over them. The years passed, continuing their streak of luck, until it finally settled. All good things must run out, it seems. The family has grown and had spread across Astrum, but the main branch has stayed loyal to its home on Brettia. There is no doubt that the saying of roots holds true for the Wilson family, so ingrained in their home they refuse to leave. Refuse to leave, even after disaster and misfortune befall them.
When the luck turned sour cannot be pinpointed, but many blame the day Brettia Island was attacked. Whatever fortune the family had, on that day, changed. Of course, the Slayer attack could take the brunt of their disdain, but crops died and fishing grounds became dry. The sea itself seemed to grow in hate, storms overwhelmed their land and entire homes were taken out in the wake of hurricanes and floods. The family, one by one, dropped... until only a husband and wife remained.
This was what Muir Wilson was born into; the youngest of the family, but the first to be born into misfortune. It started from birth; he was both praised and feared. The infant Pisces, the first of this Zodiac sign for the family, was born into the world with a twisted leg, a sign to his parents that their new family jinx would forever hinder their son. They believed so vividly that the boy was cursed that they used all the power within to keep him secure. They babied him, protected and coddled him, kept him from the world and all the horrors that were sure to take hold of him. Muir grew up this way, locked in his room with the only explanation being the danger outside. It was an easy existence, his mother making it easy with games and old stories. She made his life calm and content, but above all else, safe.
The toddler grew into the perfect example of a Pisces; gentle and kind, extremely patient and compassionate to every hardship their family faced. He was ideal, and even with his bad leg; he remained a constant help and reassurance that with darkness, there could be light. But he was locked up in this bubble… it was only time before it was broken.
His first taste of freedom came when he was in a swim. He had gotten away from his parents as they fished, and traveled across some of the island. His first contact with strangers was with sharks. They were excited and curious of the newcomer, but they only ended up frightening the little guppy back to his parents. But they had sparked knowledge; there were others like him… he always knew it, but now it was confirmed.
In the fallen hours of the night Muir had ventured out, hoping to learn more in the silence and comfort of the night. But he was spotted very quickly, the shark finding him hidden by brush almost immediately.
First contact, Muir was naïve and innocent, like a baby that had never experienced a day… but Gileas was far different than the sharks he had met earlier in the day. He was quiet and kind, and they got along and became very quick friends. Nights were spent together, dreams shared and a brotherly bond was created.
But as he grew, his curiosity became more and more difficult to satisfy. He would ask what was beyond the ocean, he read every book in the house ten times over and begged to know more about the further regions and life off the island. Each time he asked questions, he was rebounded with anger and hateful words from his parents.
They no longer hid. His mothers kind stories of family tales became harsh lessons and hateful betrayal. "You're no son of mine! How could you speak to your mother like that? Its your fault! Everyone is dead and its all your fault!" She blamed him, told him he was the curse, forced the boy to shoulder accusation after accusation... something Muir still holds to this day.
Gil became a rock, Muir’s security blanket when home life was unbearable. Muir ran to the shark for everything, and Gil taught him.
He was punished to his room as if he had spoken of something truly terrible, and it didn’t take long for him to become withdrawn. But what pushed him over completely was when Gil left. It had been such an earth shattering moment for him, the first real heartbreak he had ever experienced. After that he rarely spoke, and his attitude spiked to negativity quickly. He lashed out at his mother when she did the same, and their arguments escalated to brutality. He began to resent his parents, for their ways and how they treated him like a piece of fine blown glass, how they put all their insecurities and all the family weight on his quivering shoulders. Like his sign, he turned, and moved the opposite direction.
He wanted to learn for himself. He was so thirsty for knowledge he could not stand to go another moment yearning for a drink. He began to sneak out , he waited until all were asleep and left the safety of his home to explore the small island. He learned, cautious of everything and still wanting more. He began to swim every night, striving to go far enough that, one day he would make it to another land.
It was unfortunate that his luck was so poor. One night, the moon’s eerie rays providing the only light on the water’s surface, Muir found what he had always dreamed of. He spotted the lights of a city, he saw land and a new, exciting world! He was careless, swam fast and hard for this place. He hadn’t been paying attention, and before the guppy realized it, the boat was already on top of him. He dove before a deadly injury could be done, but the motor clipped his leg and cut him up enough to cause serious damage. His mother’s shrill voice echoed the now long and strenuous swim to the beach, reminding him how fragile he was, that the curse was out to get him and he could not escape it. It was strangely encouraging, like he could prove her wrong if he could only make it to the shore.
And he did, just as the sun began to peak he had washed up, loosing blood too quickly and so exhausted he couldn’t move. He doesn’t remember the details, they’re too fuzzy from delirium, but he was found and taken to a healer. It took him several days to recover, and once he was well enough to move the healer toss him on the streets. “This isn’t charity.” She had said when the boy could not pay, an introduction to the world he will soon not forget.
This was where all his uncertainty and distrust began to bloom out of control, where he saw beautiful zodiacs of all kinds and they turned cold shoulders to him. It was overwhelming, and with no guidance he fell to its enormity. He distanced himself from people, he began to look at himself as lesser for being so childish and naïve. He was a mere guppy in the presence of sharks and whales. He sought shelter in the library, and after a few weeks of hiding within the aisles he was found, and shown the first bit of kindness. He worked in exchange for shelter, and it wasn’t long until he had read every page within the library’s walls. He studied and before long he was being offered schooling at the university he’s at now.
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well hallo thar~ :iconohohoplz:

should ttly rp sometime~ <3