Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160116231907/@comment-5426290-20160118222054

Percival pointed to the sky. "With the sun going away I'll finally feel a bit more like mynormal self and talking about magic, that also means I can use the full extend of mine now."

He looked at the bottle of red and put it in his pocket. "With the Great war over and out of our minds my mother acted like any other. She sent me to school and as a Vamp took me to the Sect to learn about our race's personal magic. Blood-magic. We use up a part of our blood and use spells that normally take an average mage many years of study and practice. Aside from that I know most novice spells, nothing more than novice though."

He chuckled and tapped his noggin. "If I had known I would get sent back in time to this savage age I would have tried harder, but if I practice enough and have a reliable source of blood I could advance like I would have back home."

He seemed giddy as he recalled a story to tell. "One time, an Ogre man tried to claim my mom as his new bed-decoration. But the idiot didn't know who my father was." (^o^)/ He got dads whole hand forced through his chest and most of his blood in his veins bloodcursed. The guy spent his six months of medical care writing my parents and the ruling body of the Sect an apology letter."