My name is Bintaru. I am a student at Yult'can Academy. Well, I'm THE student at Yult'can Academy. I am the best at everything, from Duellos to enchanting, from transfiguration to potions and conjuring and even divination and necromancy. I understand every aspect of the Gift better than most magi in all of history. i might not be the strongest magi in the school, but i manage to stay on top by using the craftiest, most reinforced and efficient spells there are. Sometimes I have to create them or add a few syllables, but it's worth it. Instead of creating matter to use as a shape change, I condense air around me into the shape I want. Rather than make trillions of particles buzz to create fire, I create pitch and set that on fire, which has the added bonus of sticking to my target. Sometimes my professors ask me to teach in their place.
Anyways, right about now my motor-mouth got me into yet another dispute in which I would no doubt put Harlosi, the school bully who has no talent in particular, in the Infirmary. He could beat me if I wanted to try to literally pin my power aginst his. But that's just not my style. I saw the chain of lightning forming before he knew he was doing it. Rather than use a force field, I sent a shard of metal that aborbed the electric energy and grounded it in the dirt. I returned the attack with vines that ensnared his wrists and ankles. Then I added a specialty of mine, what I call Karno Crystals, whch inhibit the target's magic unless they know the method in which to extract them (as stupid as he was, he couldn't figure out to just count to three). Then, just to teach him a lesson, I sent a wraith on him. Rendered powerless, without mind-shields or brain-focusing, he began to see thousands of visions of how he could die. Slowly, painfully.My name is Bintaru. I am a student at Yult'can Academy. Well, I'm THE student at Yult'can Academy. Although I'm naturally gifted in Wizardry and have an Air-Gift, I am the best at everything, from Duellos to enchanting, from transfiguration to potions and conjuring and even divination and necromancy. I understand every aspect of the Gift better than most magi in all of history. i might not be the strongest magi in the school, but i manage to stay on top by using the craftiest, most reinforced and efficient spells there are. Sometimes I have to create them or add a few syllables, but it's worth it. Instead of creating matter to use as a shape change, I condense air around me into the shape I want. Rather than make trillions of particles buzz to create fire, I create pitch and set that on fire, which has the added bonus of sticking to my target. Sometimes my professors ask me to teach in their place.
Anyways, right about now my motor-mouth got me into yet another dispute in which I would no doubt put Harlosi, the school bully who has no talent in particular, in the Infirmary. He could beat me if I wanted to try to literally pin my power against his. But that's just not my style. I saw the chain of lightning forming before he knew he was doing it. Rather than use a force field, I sent a shard of metal that absorbed the electric energy and grounded it in the dirt. I returned the attack with vines that ensnared his wrists and ankles. Then I added a specialty of mine, what I call Karno Crystals, which inhibit the target's magic unless they know the method in which to extract them (as stupid as he was, he couldn't figure out to just count to three). Then, just to teach him a lesson, I sent a wraith on him. Rendered powerless, without mind-shields or brain-focusing, he began to see thousands of visions of how he could die. Slowly, painfully.
Harlosi did what anyone would do. He screamed.
"Bintaru! To the Headmaster's office immediately!" came a low basso rumble behind and to the left of me. "Oh, and the pass code for your experiment as well!" Professor Cyrus added, with a hint of admiration that only I could sense. Cyrus Garrison was a tall, willowy man with long, black, tangled hair that was speckled here and there with hints of gray and white. He had a long, flowing black beard. His eyes were aquamarine with tints of gold. He wore a platinum-colored robe with inlaid coppery sigils. Upon his forefinger sat his Channellor Ring, a focusing instrument that he used to concentrate his magic power into something more powerful, and much more accurate.
