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Magic Albertson

Post  ♥ ~ ℓ ɪ ɓ ɓ ƴ ~ ♥ on Tue Jan 31, 2012 9:07 am


Full Name: Magic Prince Albertson
Nickname(s): Prince of Thieves, Prince or anything along those lines, Spells
Preferred Name: He'll go with anything.
Simal or Hego: Neither, yet. In a mental hospital in New York City.
Age: 18
D.O.B.: November 8
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: American
Skin Tone: A creamy, beige color. Fairly pale.
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 156 lbs
Build: Tall and thin, but muscular. Lean.
Eyes: Light grey. They scream insanity, with that constan, intense look in them.
Hair: Pale blonde and chocolate brown. It's basically blonde with chunks of brown on the left side of his head. It comes down over his eyes and parts on the left. In the back, it reaches down to the base of his neck. Straight.
Piercings and Identifying Marks: He has scars up and down his arms from when he's cut himself. It's just the way that he copes with the voices and the hallucinations, etc., etc. Wren usually does a good job of keeping sharp objects away from him, though.
Weapon of Choice/Martial Arts Training: Magic has always fought rather ruggedly, using whatever he can get his hands on. But one things for sure, he's a professional at turning almost anything into a deadly weapon.
Special Ability: None, though it is possible that one could be suppressed by his insanity, like Wren's was.
Mental and/or Physical Disabilities: He's Schizophrenic.
Phobia(s): He's actually not scared of much like some schizophrenics might be. The way he grew up affects this.
Place of Birth: New York City, New York
Family: Mother he's never met, father, little sister, twin brother, Wren.
Personality: Seeing as Magic is completely insane, he's a bit more difficult to describe than most. His mind has trouble focussing on things, and he often asks random questions, then corrects you or ends up screaming at you when you answer. He doesn't understand people, though, when you think about it, he never really has. He's horrible in social situations and gave up a long time ago. Magic can go into a very depressed state, usually thanks to the voices he hears in his head, but they rarely last long as long as Wren's there to put him back on track. Magic depends heavily on his brother for pretty much anything and is fascinated by the smallest things.
History: Wren and Magic have no idea who their mother is. Their father refused to tell them. He'd taken the pair of boys as soon as they were old enough to walk, deserting his wife of five years to return to his theiing ways. She'd had no idea that he was the king of theives until he left her and took everything she had but the clothes on her back and the daughter in her womb. Little did she know that he'd end up taking the latter from her later on as well. Wren and Magic grew up on the streets. They were trained to be fearless, merciless, and stern. Their father put them through extremely difficult training sessions every day. It wasn't unusual for the twins to go to bed with bruised and bloodied faces. When the boys were about sixteen, their sister showed up on the scene, age eleven. She'd deserted their mother and had come to look for them. Wren still remembers greeting her with a cold, unaccepting stare, angled out, with Magic on his left. Their father saw his fire in her and trained her to become one of the best. As the years went by, the clan was finally caught. Wren's father was sentenced to death. His sister was found innocent. She was clever and always put on a good act when she needed to. That was often how she theived. Acting. Wren and Magic, however were clearly insane, and, though they didn't plead insanity, were sent to an asylum until they were seen fit to enter society again. In here, Wren was helped and he discovered his ability. It had been blocked before by all of the insanity and emotionlessness. He realized how awful he'd been, and the change in him was almost immediate, a very rare thing. Magic, however, only got worse. He spiraled further and further into insanity, and still shows no sign of working his way out. As you've probably guessed, the asylum used them as lab rats the day they'd arrived.
Theme Song: Mess of Me by Switchfoot
Roleplayed by: Libby (A Nice Piece Of Art)
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