User blog:K'eth, Undercover Agent/Planeswalker (MTG OC)

Name: Kirdain Rle

Age: ??? (He has forgotten, looks around 32)

Race: Human (Planeswalker)

Gender: Male

Height: 6'3

Weight: 245Ibs

Physical Description: Appears to be clad in a torn-up grey jacket that he keeps for mementos sake and has short, ruffled white hair. Which he doesn't remember as his true hair color, has vibrant green eyes and a thick jagged black scar runs through his face, like that of a massive claw. Swirling tattoo-like runes form from his hands to his elbows and glow a certian color whenever he uses his magic. His pants are black jeans and his shirt which he embarrassingly hides most of the time with his jacket says "You've got to be kitten me" on it. With the picture of a cat face on it. Again, for mementos sake.

Abilities: As a Planeswalker he has much more durability then most humans and a ability of magic that most wizard would die to have for atleast a couple seconds. He is seemingly able to conjure creatures and other such things straight from memory and only memory, only having to remember the lands for their mana to cast spell as do all Planeswalkers. Also, a staple for all of the walkers is that of being able to planeshift into other planes, or rather universes as some would like to call them. This also basically allows them to teleport from location to location on the same plane, but such a act exhausts Planeswalkers if used too many times and exhausting one's memory of things to create can be... fatal if not given time to rest. Kirdian's color of choice is apparently Red as he's spells on extremely aggressive and fast creatures as well as dishing out damage directly, even sometimes to go as far as damaging a mage's direct ability to call upon their magic to stall them from casting spells. However it appears that Kirdain is linked to two other colors that he himself is trying to regain the ability to use. And a apparent use of colorless artifacts has made its way to surface. His memories so to speak.

Personality: Kirdain is seen as person who tries to keep calm and to himself, but when he gets mad, he gets mad. Unable to really contain these emotions since as long as he could remember from back when he wasn't a Planeswalker. He remembers very little before his spark ignited and he was sent through the areas between planes and onto his first, the only thing he knows clearly of his home plane was that he was in debt and there was someone there he cared alot about... But the name of whom escaped him, as well as the plane's name for that matter. He had just enough left of his memories that he knew he lost something important.

And as such, he had traveled the planes learning about himself and the world around him, in the end he knew he was kinda a angry person, but he was able to look at the bigger picture the world, civilization, he was eventually able to control his rage into something productive and that he did, and as a result a new power presented to him very slowly. But he was gracious to take it. Finally he had grown bored perhaps or something chased him away and then he went to other planes for well experience, and to get a better understanding of the multiverse in a sense, not really to change it in any major way. But to observe what it was in its natural state, he was content with that. He was also content with helping those who came along his way.

But still he was restless, in the end, he wanted to return to his home plane to find out what had happened, what had made his spark ignite, it must have been something bad to do such a thing, as he had learned from other Planewalkers that tragedy was no mystery for those who had it ignite. So a slow dread had placed there, fearing a bit at what he might find out from his overall forgotten past he delayed it over and over about finding out what it was. Unfortunately this procastination cost Kirdan him his chance at ever finding out.

He had suddenly awoken one day with again, very few memories, a new scar on his face and most of his powers gone, he didn't even know what he had, He had just enough left of his memories that he knew he lost something important. Back at essentially square one with the powers of only his internal rage that battles at against his trying calm, and a premonition that he wasn't going to get his powers back if he just left this new plane and that... he was being hunted, hunted by something that didn't quite know where he was yet. A terrifying prospect... a Planeswalker was hunting him? This... couldn't end well.

Title: The Evergrowing Inferno.

Quote: "Yes, yes! I get it, you don't like it and you want it gone, well too bad! It's fucking staying."