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PLAYER INFORMATION

NAME: JC
AGE: Over 18
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CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: Erskine Ravel
CANON: Skulduggery Pleasant
AGE: 407 (appears to be early/mid thirties)
CANON POINT: Post Kingdom of the Wicked

BACKGROUND: Erskine Ravel | The War | The... whole rest of the wikia lol

INCENTIVE/FIT:

Obligatory SPOILER WARNING

At this canon point Argeddion's Summer of Light has failed and everything Ravel has worked for is hinging once again on his own ~~evil~~ plans--the problem is, he doesn't necessarily want to go through with certain parts of those plans. Like the parts that are going to require him to murder one or more of the other Dead Men, his brothers, the only family he has. He's looking for any way out of going through with that/those murders he can find. The incentive offered is the resurrection of the last two Dead Men, Larrikin and Hopeless, because bad things happen when the Dead Men split up. Bad things have been happening for a century without all of them together to help each other out. With Larrikin and Hopeless alive maybe there's a chance that they'll be whole enough to find another way, that this won't all end in disaster... and even if it does, maybe at least the others will have a chance at life, at happiness, even if Ravel himself doesn't get that chance.

Ravel is a huge flirt and has been considered something of a ladies' man for centuries. Plus, being four hundred years old, he's already worked past the few hangups he used to have with regard to sex and orientation. ...and if nothing else, he's got a boatload of angst issues hiding behind the charm and the flirting, and he could really use some cuddle therapy okay :(

SAMPLES:

A couple of musebox things

And a sample anyway:

The Sanctuary should have been harder to breach than this.

There were people between Ravel and the outside--he had people for this kind of thing. It should have taken at least a meeting with Tipstaff before the man currently sitting in the chair opposite Ravel could have made it this far. Only Tipstaff had looked just as confused as Erskine when he'd poked his head in to inquire whether the Grand Mage would be needing anything else for the evening. So if the man in Ravel's office hadn't met with the Administrator, or presumably any of the other Sanctuary officials, then why was he here? An arm's reach away from the Grand Mage of Ireland?

And why wasn't he making any bloody sense?

Ravel sighed and closed his eyes, fatigue winning out momentarily over wariness. He hadn't slept well the night before but that was nothing new... come to think of it, maybe that was it. Maybe he was hallucinating this whole thing. He reached up and absently rubbed at his temple. Maybe Tipstaff had alerted Ghastly, or a couple of the Cleavers. Not that the man had threatened him in any way, but the sooner he was out of here the sooner Ravel could get back to work, and maybe he'd have a chance at sleeping tonight.

A city driven by physical contact. Not that Erskine minded physical contact, but it sounded ridiculous. It sounded like a prank. "Vex put you up to this, didn't he?" Ravel finally cracked one golden eye to gaze at the man again, to gauge his reaction to the guess. It sounded like something Dexter might do, provided they weren't at war and there was some qualifying event, like a birthday.

But they were at war, and Erskine was pretty sure it wasn't his birthday, and judging by the look on the man's face, Dex hadn't hired him after all.

Erskine sat quietly as the man explained again, touching on some of the points he'd made previously and then delving into more about life in this city. Why they so desperately needed help, even if they had to jump between worlds to get that help. How much they were willing to offer in return for said help. Erskine sat quietly during all of this. Once the man was done talking, Erskine rose up out of his chair, smoothed the Elder's robes he wore with a quick brush of his hands, and made for the door.

"Look, sir," he began, voice polite but firm. "Perhaps I forgot to mention this but you've come at a bit of a bad time. We're going to war, you see. Quite likely a world war. So as fun as this city of yours sounds--and believe me, it sounds a good deal more fun than anything I'm dealing with right at the moment--I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline-"

He could bring them back.

The words stopped coming out of Erskine's mouth, even though it kept moving like there should be sounds. Sounds that weren't the pained, confused and utterly undignified squeak he just squeaked, at least. Larrikin and Hopeless. Alive. Surely he hadn't heard that right. It was impossible. They'd both been dead for a century. If this was a joke it wasn't very funny anymore.

The man assured him that no, it wasn't a joke. It was very real and both of his comrades would be restored upon fulfilling his contract, should he choose to accept.

Very slowly, Erskine closed the door that he'd already cracked open and crossed back toward his desk.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Ravel was a black-ops soldier for roundabout two hundred years, so he's incredibly skilled in combat. Hand-to-hand, swords, firearms, you name it. He's also done a lot of travelling, so he's multi-lingual. The most important ability he possesses, however, is that he's an Elemental sorcerer, which means he has magical control over the four basic elements:

Air » can "read" the air in the immediate vicinity to tell if someone is present, if someone is moving, how large they are, etc., can form an air shield to keep himself dry in the rain, push someone with a blast of air, push himself with a blast of air to leap higher or slow his descent, and can use the air to levitate objects. There are other uses as well, simply depending on a sorcerers inventiveness and quick-thinking.

Fire » snapping one's fingers causes a spark, which allows an Elemental to create a fireball in the hand that can then be thrown. Fire can be held and manipulated, such as refining a fireball down to a tiny, white-hot fleck that can be used to cut glass, or encouraging a few well-placed fireballs into an inferno.

Water » moisture can be wicked away from the skin--instant drying after a shower--or sucked out of the atmosphere to be used/drunk/whathaveyou. Can be used to walk on the surface of water, or to manipulate larger bodies of water.

Earth » the least-used element, this power is purely defensive and basically consists of turning oneself into a statue for an indeterminate amount of time.