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  • Artist Info: Tacitun Angelus De La Croix<br />
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    I am the Magus Tacitun Angelus De La Croix and this here is my memoir. For those who find this read well and be aware of the inherent curse present in tampering with that beyond normal ken. <br />
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    It all started when I was a small boy in Avril-Les-Loups. My master Jacques Legrand, a noble of the time and a scholar, had gained interest in me whilst all the other children were playing in the fields he saw that I preferred to be reading a large tome on the workings of the world. Talking to my family my mother and father decided it would be better for their youngest son to go with a man of wealth on the off chance that I might bring some back to my family. Saying goodbyes to my family was not the easiest thing for me to do as a child but perhaps it was for the best. I found out later that the plague had claimed them and a large portion of the town. <br />
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    Upon leaving the town we went to his estate to begin my education, little did I know it would include more than studying books and making postulations of the world. In fact my studies began more like those of a servant boy, I was to clean and do errands for my master. Upon reflection this was probably for the best as it taught me discipline and a good work ethic. After a year of such duties I had proved myself willing to follow rules and complete tasks to their fullest with efficiency my real training began. <br />
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    At first it was nothing more than book work and study of the world as it is seen to those without the Second Knowledge. Biology, Alchemy, Arithmetic, Philosophy, all were permanent fixtures in my studies. I studied as such for 5 years, I was ravenous for all of this knowledge and I quickly became master of it. I should note that over these years of study my master did not appear to age, nor did he bring anyone else in to teach me. When he was satisfied that my curiosity had been stymied due to the level of science of the age he brought me to his workshop. The one place where I had been forbade entrance to. Inside was a wonderland of science and magic. I began my apprenticeship then and there with him as my Master in the ways of the magi. <br />
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    Over the course of my apprenticeship with Jacques I was not allowed to leave the estate nor be present when any visitors were over. The one time I tried to see one of his clients as he put it he threw me into my room and cut me off from everything. To those of you who do not understand those who have a need to know everything this is a torture beyond compare. He left me as such for two days, without food water and knowledge I was in agony. Having proved his point to me I left him and his clients alone and instead I found better ways to sate my curiosity. I began to use his workshop and prepare potions and perform inquiries into the deeper mysteries. After 10 long hard years I was allowed to take the name of Magus and he presented me with a book of sorcery of my own. A final warning, He said that magic itself is a living breathing entity; it thrives in all of us and is a source of great good and great evil. Abusing it will lead to dangerous consequences for those around you. I should have heeded those words better, for now I am cursed. <br />
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    At this point I was told I must leave the estate, Jacques gave me a large stipend of gold and jewels, enough to fund a small estate for years. Instead of settling down I decided travel was probably a better idea. Gathering my things I left Jacques, never to see him again. My travels led me west through Spain and England to the old isles of Ireland and Scotland, I even went as far east as Japan all in search of more knowledge and magic. It is in Japan where I encountered my first demon and where my life took a deadly turn for the worse. The Japanese people had some of the most intriguing magic techniques, especially those used by their Shinobi. Talking my way into one of the schools of ninjas I began to learn feats of agility and swordsmanship as well as magic techniques. Of course this was all in exchange for knowledge of the western techniques and practices. I cannot claim to have mastered the arts of the ninja but I can say that those years I spent there were not in vain. <br />
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    I had begun to age, after the years of travel and use of magic I had worked my body hard. Searching for a way to stay alive and vital I thought of my master and wondered at his constant youthfulness besides his appearance and obvious age. Anger welled inside of me as I dwelled on the matter and I began to hate him. It was a poison to me to have discovered that he knew the secret of immortality and wouldn’t share with me his pupil. Taking my leave of my adopted clan master, buying a small hut in the woods I sought refuge in order to devise a spell to gain my revenge. During those lonely rage filled nights I had begun to have visions and hear voices. They called to me and gave me hints of spells to gain my revenge. Heedlessly following their advice I formulated the spell and called forth the demon Re'akk the Devourer. In thanks for his release upon this mortal realm he granted my twin wishes of immortality and revenge. He transformed part of his essence into me, making me a half-demon. As for my revenge I regret it to this day. He opened a portal to Jacques mansion which I barely managed to follow him through. Once there he cackled insanely and called forth my Master Jacques. Re'akk had a vendetta against my master for a century due to the foiling of his plans and imprisoning him inside a crystal prison. <br />
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    Answering the call of the demon my master came forth, it was at this point that I truly saw his power. The amount of mystical energy that was in the air that day could be seen and felt. The weave had been manifested to the material plane. Both were wounded and I felt the fool. I had played into the hands of my masters enemies and delivered him unto them. Calling upon my newly learned skills from the Shinobi and joined the fray. With our combined might we managed to slay Re'akk but not before he struck a final blow to Jacques. With both fallen I was left alone in the blood bathed ruin that had been my home. As I fell to my knees in loss I was wracked with pain. My body had begun to change, my eyesight grew keener and I could see in the darkness. From my hands grew claws and my canines turned to fangs. My ears elongated into those of the fey and I gained the gift of their hearing. My normally long black hair changed to a silver hue and moved of its own volition. It is then that I first heard his voice, the voice of Re’akk inside of me. Even in death he tormented me, seeking to conquer me and use my body as a shell for his evil. I waged a war with him then, neither of us strong enough to destroy the other. A balance was formed that I have had to live with. I have fought Re’akk for three centuries now and to this day I fight him still. I have gained enough of a advantage to keep him in check and live normally but I am unsure for as to how long this will last. <br />
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    I write this to warn those who find this of the danger of dealing with demons and magic. It will turn a loyal man to a betrayer and a strong man weak. Beware….    <br />
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    Weapons: Katana, Claws, various types of Magic. <br />
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    Description: 5'11" wiry muscular build. Long silver hair bound in the back into a pony tail, two long strands left forward off to the side of his face. Always wears a pair of romani sunglasses and a golden ankh. Has two halfmoon scars on either side of his lower jaw. Prefers to wear a pair of black pants with either a black or red top. When outside he wears a black long cape with a hood. <br />
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    Race: Half-demon (was once a human)
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