Stats.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 176 lbs
Build: Slim but not skinny.
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Dark brown.
Other: Is nearly always clean shaven.

Skills. Personality. Quirks.

• Comes from a large family. Plenty used to blending in with the woodwork and being independent.
• Born poor so identifies with them despite now knowing the customs of the rich. Blends in well.
• A bit absentminded. Gets rather clumsy when trying to recall details.
• Intuitive learner. Naturally curious. Seeks knowledge for knowledge's sake.
• Defaults to listening whenever someone else speaks. Habit from attending his master.
• Supportive.
• Understanding.
• Attempts to rationalize away any ill-feelings he might have, especially toward his parents.
• Gregarious, but not naturally so. Developed over a lifetime of showing people around the library.
• Keen memory from a lifetime of absorbing facts. Never forgets things but often misremembers. Usually gets it right after a couple tries.
• Wants to experience the world someday. No other major aspirations. Happy with his eventually succeeding his master.
• Patient. Except when pushing his master to teach him more advanced magic.
• Unusually high tolerance for chaos thanks to visits home and everyone talking over each other. Can process multiple conversations at once.
• Sometimes too eager to please.
• Makes a habit of attaching sentimental value to things, clothes most of all as his little sister is apprenticing to be a tailor.
• Tends to neglect things like prayer and his social life in favor of his studies.
• Highly literate, on par with the children of nobles.
• Sympathizes with the refugees but is wary of them. Doesn't want them to spoil his little corner of the world too by bringing their problems with them.
• Family-oriented. Wants to be there for his younger siblings because of what happened to him.
• Starting to develop a healthy dislike for kids.
• Has no sense of humor.

Magic.

Rylan specializes in magical theory and rituals. He is more fascinated by what his magic can possibly do than by what he is currently capable of. Thus, though he has committed countless spells to memory, he usually stumbles in finding specific spells to use when in a hurry as he is unpracticed in the use of magic outside a classroom setting. Given this, however, the range and strength of his spells are more powerful than average because he did choose to stay and continue his studies, particularly in defensive magics. The only exception is in regards to warding. Rylan never bothered much with the field and he probably couldn't ward an object to save his life.

Eaghan - 45 - Father, Carpenter
Marizsa - 43 - Mother, Palace Servant
Aaron - 28 - Brother, Sailor
Dara - 26 - Sister, Housewife and Baker
Cyrus - 25 - Brother, Groom
Elena - 22 - Sister, Apprentice Tailor
Jaron- 18 - Brother, Soldier
Theo - 16 - Brother, Apprentice Carpenter

Surlik... Surlik... Where are you...

His eyes continued to scan for the answer amongst the tomes, flitting from one title to the next as he hunted down the elusive volume. Rylan was sure it was there, somewhere just beyond his gaze. This wasn't some dumb gut feeling; he'd spent nearly two decades wandering the aisles of the library and thus, certain that Surlik was listed under Potions. Or was it Herbology...

His brow furrowed slightly at the conflicting memory.

They were basically the same, weren't they? Both involved playing about with plants, fiddling with grasses and weeds to produce an effect any true mage could achieve by incantation alone. Needless to say, neither was his specialty and the two always managed to mix him up some way or another. The other mages, too, the boy was sure, harbored some sort of disdain for the practitioners of these crafts as well. Otherwise, he wouldn't be down here in the basement archive with all the other rarely requested books.

Rylan sighed. He was beginning to suspect that he'd make for a horrible librarian and Gareth would never let him hear the end of it. All those years his teacher had spent drilling him on the alphabet, teaching him to read and write, to know each nuance and subfield of magical categories, it had all been to prepare him for this. The archmage had made sure to tell him over and over again so there was no disputing it: he was to be the next librarian, the next keeper for the guild's texts. Which is why he should've remembered where Surlik was.

Then there was also the fact that they'd walked this building from end to end together countless times, with his being told each time to commit the location of the volume they were obtaining to memory. Rylan was pretty sure his teacher wouldn't find the fact that he'd managed to narrow the search down to two places acceptable.

If only Gareth hadn't come down with fever these past several days... The old man might have been ill and bed-ridden, but his temper remained supernaturally vigorous. The moment he went and asked for help, he'd be verbally assaulted with insults questioning his competence.

No, that wasn't an option. Even if he had to stay all night, he'd...

"Oww... what the -- Hey!"

Somehow during his little mental fieldtrip, Ry had managed to walk backwards into one of the bookcases. This jolted the thing enough to send several texts falling downwards with each leatherbound book clanking against his skull in neat succession on the way to the floor. Among them, however, was the title he'd sought all afternoon: Surlik's Guide to Mountain Mosses. It'd been under Herbology. Thus, instead of lamenting his pain, the mage reveled in relief. He wouldn't have to beg the old man for the answer after all. And, to top it all off, another of the books that had fallen in front of him looked like it contained a topic suitable for the evening's lessons, saving him the trouble of rushing through a search to find something to teach the little snots in his class.

It was this one that Rylan picked up.

Nightshade and Its Uses: A Guide.

"Eh, good enough."




PB claim: Sam Claflin
Player name: Ezra Dave