THANIEL COREY

Fragile. That is the first word that usually pops into one's head when meeting Thaniel, regardless of whether they mean to think it or not; simply put, the young man looks like the tribulations of life on the road would crush him underfoot within a day or two. The fact that he has been traveling with his foster father in some way, be it by sail, by rail, or by snail (as he jokingly refers to the slower cart and wagon land routes) for nearly half his lifetime, however, clearly shows otherwise. In his shyness, he only chooses to keep the other hints that he is anything more than a sickly little rich boy buried under thick layers of dark fabric and his sweet-if-nervous smiles.

Not helping his frail image at all is his face, small and with a delicately pointed chin, a slightly upturned nose, and intensely violet eyes. His lips are thin and prone to quirking up at the corners, as the act of putting on a friendly expression helps alleviate some of the anxiety that plagues the boy when interacting with others to this very day. It's a habit that certainly comes in handy, as the fluffy lavender locks that frame his face nicely in the front and tickles the skin of his neck in the back draws its fair share of attention with its unusual color, and with the attention comes questions. Questions that his foster father quickly dismisses when they're together, knowing the painful memories they dredge up for Thaniel about his life before leaving Blaikfurd. Despite this, he refuses to treat it with dyes or cover it up when his traveling companions suggest it, sheepishly curling a finger int he soft strands as he explains that the color of his hair and eyes remind him not to misuse the gift Orik granted him.

Though it is difficult to spot underneath the long, fur-trimmed black coat he nearly always wears, there is actually some muscle on the assistant's light frame: not much, granted, and what he has is lean and goes unnoticed until heat or the need for a wash finally push him into removing the garment, leaving his torso bare but for his matching black gloves and the sleeveless - and equally black - shirt beneath. Standing at a tiny five-foot-four will not get you excused from helping load and unload cargo and carrying materials during delivery, it seems, and while he will never achieve the heroic build of a knight, his chores do manage to keep him well-exercised. His favored traveling pants and well-broken in boots are black as well, as the young man reasons that stains happen on the road whether you're careful or not, which means dark clothing lasts longer.

While his hair and eyes are the most obvious side-effect of his gift, there are two others that are typically hidden by his coat and gloves: two long, thin lines curling around each forearm and cutting off roughly an inch beneath his elbows, an unnatural white on his left hand and pitch black on his right. They start out thicker on the back of his hand, raised against the skin and tapering to point by the time they reach the top of their final curl, and if not for their texture - and what each hand can do - he would be able to pass them off as odd tattoos...though, given his personality, that would likely be a hard story for anyone who's spent more than a few minutes with him to believe. Even in their usual state they tend to embarrass him, despite the fact that his foster father is a wind mage and does not think of his gift as a shame of any sort. The staring just makes him uncomfortable, you see, and that's without taking his fear that others will find one particular side of his gift repulsive into account.

This is the most important section of this entire application. Please flush out no less than three full paragraphs (that's three, count 'em, three) describing exactly who your character is. Lists are fine as long as the length requirement is right. Tell us everything we need to know about them, how they act with others, towards themselves, etc. Paint your character to life!

REquired: 3 likes and 3 dislikes. one goal and one secret. more are allowed of course.

LIKES:

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DISLIKES:

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GOALS & SECRETS:

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• secret::: one secret here

Immunity: The most basic aspect of Thaniel's gift is that he has a natural immunity to poisons, animal venom, and infections. Since Orik saved his life as a child, he has never once fallen ill; at least, not from an outside source, as overtaxing his more active abilities can lead to dehydration, fever, and heavy fatigue, leaving him shaking and confined to an inn or the back of a wagon until he gets his strength back. Thankfully, he tends to recover enough to walk within a day or two - but then again, he's never yet stretched his abilities to their full potential, so it's still up in the air as to whether experimenting more with his gift's other aspects will increase his stamina or have even harsher repercussions.

Left Hand, Restoration: Just as Orik once saved him, Thaniel now has the power to save others concentrated in his left hand...at least, within certain limitations. By focusing and turning his hand palm-up can generate a sphere of liquid, glowing with the same bright white as the spiral on his arm as it hovers a hair's breadth above his skin. From there, applying this antidote directly to a bite or wound quickly attacking and neutralizing any toxins in the receiver's system. It can also be given to them as a drink to produce the same effect, which is more useful for when someone has either accidentally or been tricked into consuming something poisonous. Additionally, by placing the liquid into a vial, Thaniel is able to save some of it for emergencies where overtaxing his abilities could be dangerous for both he and the one he's treating, and it can be either drank straight or added to a tea to help combat more mundane illnesses, return some strength and stamina to the drinker, and decrease the amount of time it takes the body to heal from injuries.

+Purification (not yet earned): A latent ability that Thaniel may possibly unlock in the future. His purification powers have evolved to the point where he can cleanse liquids of any toxins before they even enter someone's system, be it either by taking a cup in hand or, in a large scale feat that is far more taxing on the boy, by plunging his hand into a town or village's water supply. However, the immense amount of energy expended by the latter would render him bedridden and feverish for days, if not longer, and should only be used in extreme emergencies.

Right Hand, Virulence : This is the side of his gift than Thaniel hates, though it has come in handy on a handful of occasions when cornered by bands of robbers on the road, now that the unfavorable weather has confined his band to land-based travel. When using this side of his ability, the skin on his right hand thickens and turns a dark, ominous grey while the mark on his hand pulses with purple light, his nails changing into elongated claws coated in venom. What exactly the effects are seem to reflect Thaniel's emotional state when he's fighting, with paralyzing agents being the most frequent; a subconscious response to his desire to survive mixed with his fear of actually killing someone with this disgusting ability. Get him angry enough, though - a difficult feat, but not impossible if you place someone he loves or cares about in danger, or he's in serious fear for his life - and you might end up on the receiving end of something truly nasty, the kind of poison that tears through your insides like fire, robs you of your ability to breathe properly, and empties your stomach of its contents. However, he's usually far too docile to generate anything more painful to one's system than a slight burn, and most of his toxins will wear off within a few minutes to a few hours on their own. It is possible that with more practice he might be able to someday consciously switch between effects, but because he detests using it so much, that day is far off indeed.


strengths:

• Because his ability is useful in treating illnesses as well as rarer cases or poisoning (whether from enemies on the road or, say, snakebite), he makes a decent makeshift medic for whoever he's traveling with.
• He's learned some basic first aid to help in this - how to bandage, clean (with the help of his gift, of course), and even how to stitch some deeper wounds.
• Despite appearances, Thaniel's poison abilities also come in handy when hunting; even if he is a bit clumsy trying to track down and claw prey on his own, he can collect and store venom created by his right hand and give it to his companions to coat knives and arrowheads with, making felling game easier.
• Though he hasn't had any formal training as a herbalist, he has a knack for picking out what plants are dangerous and which are safe to eat when low traveling supplies force his group to forage for food.
• Because he is literally incapable of falling ill except by overusing his powers, he is ideal for nursing the contagious and keeping them company when they do not want their sickness to spread.

weaknesses:

• His inability to fully control the poisonous side of his gift; he lives in constant terror that, if he uses it, he might end up murdering someone. What's worse, while it's not as likely to happen as he thinks, it is still possible if he's pushed hard enough.
• While in most cases he can simply generate the person in question some antidote to drink or guide it through the same wound the poison entered their system through, if the victim is unconscious or otherwise can't be made to drink themselves, he either has to pass it through to them mouth to mouth - which is extremely uncomfortable for him - or use the syringes his foster father bought for him - which is uncomfortable for many others. Needles do not earn you a lot of friends.
• His poison abilities require him getting in close to claw at his enemies, and as he has no official training in hand to hand combat, unless he gets in a sneak attack he may never even get to use them before being incapacitated.
• Although the thicker skin on his right hand provides some defense while attacking, it is still a far cry from armor and he can still be wounded, or have the hand lobbed off entirely if he's not careful. And despite his regenerative abilities, he cannot grow back lost limbs, be they his or another's.
• To add to that, while he can help decrease recovery time, when it comes to physical injuries like cuts and gashes, he cannot automatically heal them himself, only speed up the process and keep the wounds disinfected. So if, for example, someone is fatally stabbed, the best he can do is probably give them some numbing venom from his right hand to make their deaths a painless as possible if stopping the bleeding proves unsuccessful. Likewise, terminal illnesses are about the only kind of sicknesses he cannot speed to a recovery; he can make sure they are comfortable, and give them the strength to live an almost normal life up until the end, and increase their lifespans, but he cannot eliminate them completely. Mentioning this is a good way to bring him down.

Here, please write out no less than three paragraphs detailing where your character has been in the world of From Dust 'til now. Tell us how they got to where they are today and how they are relating to the plot at-hand of where they're from and where they live. anything of note. If they are gifted, tell us when they got the powers and whether or not they acknolwedge their divinity and explain their relationship to them in regards to their powers.

known family is optional.

known family:

name - age - occupation
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