Name: Cicero Tarquinius
Race: Human
Age: 27
Element: Paper
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Crane: Cicero imbues his essence into a paper crane, which can fly around on its own. On a sheet of paper, Cicero can spill some special ink which will allow him to see through the crane's eyes. The paper will also capture any sound from the crane, playing it back to Cicero, and vice versa. If Cicero knows paper manipulation, he can place at most two Aspects onto the crane. If he knows Final Poem, he can place at most one magical ability into the paper crane.
Paper Manipulation: Cicero gains the ability to manipulate paper telekinetically. He can also enchant the paper with "Aspects" relating to a living lifeform, with its consent (if it cannot give consent this ability does not work), which is done by penning a poem on the paper in the lifeform's honor. Aspects can include strength, litheness, energy, etc, and can be applied to either the wielder or the paper, but cannot include any skills or magic. The length of use of the enchanted paper before it disintegrates depends on the effort he puts into the poem.
Charlatan Energies: Cicero is able to copy the likeness of someone and place the likeness over himself through a paper badge, essentially allowing himself to put on a convincing disguise. If he has learned paper manipulation, the paper that is used to create the illusion can be imbued with Aspects. If Final Poem has been learned, he can also imbue magical abilities into his illusion. Up to the same number of magical abilities that he currently has access to can be used, and these will replace the powers that he currently knows until the paper badge is removed.
Final Poem: Paper Manipulation is a prerequisite. The limitation on Cicero's Paper Manipulation where magic cannot be imbued into his paper is lifted, including godly magic. With the consent of the magic wielder, Cicero can copy the magic into his paper by penning a poem, imitating the magic's likeness and strength. However, if someone attempts to use a god's power, the wielder must attune themselves to the paper, taking on a small portion of the god's physical weakness. Other rules for this power are the same as his paper manipulation. He can spend additional time refining the poem or penning additional poems to increase the length of use of the magical poems.
Buff magic, the nature of which will be revealed as the RP goes on
Cicero has a messy head of dirty blond hair, fair skin, and has a tendency to wear casual noble clothing. During the winters, the wool coat he wears is stuffed with unfinished poems and offerings.
Cicero is a laid back, friendly, and loyal person. He's terribly anemic, which makes him considers himself more of an observer than someone involved in the midst of things, which leads to his calm and laid-back demeanor. Honestly is his virtue, as he finds no value in lying.
Although absolutely loyal to the usurper god, Cicero is ironically tolerant of adherents to the old gods, even so much so that he is willing to join the disciples on their journey and grow alongside them, knowing that in the end, he'll have to betray them.
It should be noted that Cicero is very much an evil character. He is always thinking of a scheme, evident only through a sinister smile that he sometimes shows.
Weakness: Cicero hates people who don't use their brains. His guesswork, people readings, and scheming all fall under logic. When people don't follow logic, it pisses Cicero off to no end.
Gathering information and reading people like books
Fruits, especially pomogranates
Poetry, art, music, the fundamentals of his family's power
Autumn leaves, snow-covered evergreen
Fine wine
Money and privilege
Physical exertion
Illogical decisions
Fire, the heat of summer
The old gods, although he extends tolerance towards those who worship them
Combat: While perfectly willing to go towards the path of violence, Cicero is horrible with weapons. In the past, he carried a crossbow with him, however, the last time he tried to fire a crossbow, it misfired and almost hit him with whiplash. Cicero at that point decided that he was cursed and that he would no longer attempt to wield a weapon, so he goes around unarmed. However, he does still have the crossbow in his name.
Weakness: His anemia makes it very difficult for him to fight more than two minutes at a time. Also he's human.
Poetry: Cicero is not a good poet despite the fact that he dedicates quite a bit of his life to the art. However, both his powers and his sacrifices depend on how much effort he puts into each of his poems, not how good they are.
Caelia is Cicero's grandmother, a woman who fought in the war a hundred years ago. She originally was a loyal priestess of Tevan, however, inexplicably she chose to side with the Usurper God in the war, acting as an incredibly adept battle strategist. Her deeds were rewarded by giving her family a high social standing. Caelia settled down, had a daughter named Camilla, and instilled in her the stories of the war.
Eighty years later, Cicero was born.
He very much stood on the shoulder of giants in his life. Caelia's deeds affected even Cicero, allowing him a comfy lifestyle growing up. His father left at the age of 15 to go get some beer at the market, never to be seen again. Later, Cicero and Camilla realized that Cicero's father simply went on a journey to capture the world in his drawings. But to fill the gap that Camilla's son left, she raised Cicero.
After moving in with Camilla, Cicero was also able to meet Felix, becoming great childhood friends. Cicero was enamored by Caelia's tales of when she was young, but was intrigued as to what caused her sudden change of allegiance, and so he decided that he would have to go discover this for himself. He wanted to know what about the old gods would motivate Caelia to betray them. And what was there to gain in joining the usurper god, other than the lofty lifestyle that was unbecoming of a priestess? Around this time, he also felt a magic stir within his papers, and took it as a sign that he was doing the right thing.
A crow yawns in the warm sun,
Belly filled with sustenance.
Kids jump and prance with their fun,
Cycling through the few games they may play.
Filled with life the river flows,
The iron scape a sight to behold.
One soldier stands, knowing,
That this peace is a mere deception.