“Quite confident, aren’t you?” Vallis pondered as Orion wasted no time boasting about his capabilities. Vallis briefly eyed the sword sheathed at Orion’s side and shrugged. “I’m going to have to learn how to fight sooner or later, and you don’t seem to be the type of person who takes ‘no’ for an answer,” Vallis replied. Then, in a flash, black lightning erupted around Orion’s fists. Vallis watched with interest. He could tell that it was some form of lightning magic, but it was not any kind of lightning that he had ever seen before. Something told Vallis that Orion was not just an ordinary lightning mage, but he could not say for sure until he saw more of what Orion could do.

Once Orion charged, Vallis dropped further into his combat stance. Orion was fast, far faster than the average person. Normally, Vallis would not have much chance of tracking his movements. However, he felt like he could see Orion coming. Was this a product of Eitur’s power? It had to be. Orion leaped into the air and swung his lightning-covered hand right towards Vallis’s neck. With a mix of quick thinking and reflex, Vallis brought his staff up and intercepted Orion’s blow. Instead of smashing into Vallis’s neck, Orion’s strike hit the staff’s sturdy shaft.

“... I blocked it?” Vallis thought. He looked more shocked than Orion that he was able to react to the attack. Noticing that Orion was now right in front of him, Vallis spun on his heels and tried to whack Orion in the side with the metal head of his staff. Whether his attack hit or not, Vallis then sweep Orion off of his feet with a low, arching swing of his staff.

Orion Glory

MP:10

As the number one producer of entertainment, Onibus Town captured hundreds of thousands of visitors from all year round. While Vallis loved his fair share of movies, plays, music and games, he decided to visit Onibus in search of work. While he still worked at the lacrima manufacturing plant from time to time, he wanted to find ways to put his magic to good use.

"All sorts of jobs here..." Vallis thought to himself as he stood right outside of Onibus's job center. There was a bulletin board right outside of the center's entrance. Fliers and articles covered nearly every inch of the bulletin board's surface, calling for all manners of workers and mages. Some of the jobs were mundane requests such as manual labor and simple escorts. Other jobs were far more dangerous. One job demanded for a local dark guild to be eradicated. Another job asked for any sort of dirt on Raven Tail, no matter the cost. Vallis arched a brow.

"What's wrong with Raven Tail? I thought they were a legal guild," he muttered. Granted, he was not too familiar with all the guilds running about and their standings with each other and the Magic Council. Either way, with so many jobs available, Vallis soon found himself paralyzed from the sheer amount of choices before him.

Topaz

Someone was coming.

Vallis quickly scrambled to his feet, the staff clutched in his left hand. He sure as hell did not know how to use the weapon, but it was one of the only means of defense he had. Eventually, a figure burst through the surrounding trees and stopped right before Vallis. “Huh?” Vallis was just as confused as the stranger was, that is, until the stranger mentioned the magic power seeping through the area.

“No, it wasn’t. It came from--” He stopped mid-sentence and pursed his lips. The stranger called upon his own magic power. Although it was paltry in comparison to Eitur’s, it was an impressive sight nonetheless to Vallis. Then, the stranger mentioned Vallis’s own magic power, claiming that it had the same signature as Eitur’s. “Listen, you’re probably not going to believe me, but … a Devil was here,” Vallis began. “That’s why you felt his power. It was Eitur, the Poison Devil. He was here.”

Vallis frowned and crossed his arms. “You sense his power in me because he gave me it. I … I don’t even know what happened. One moment, he put his hand on my head. The next, I wake up lying on the floor, and he is nowhere in sight.” A tired sigh left Vallis’s lips. “I suppose I cannot be angry. I got what I asked for: the ability to use magic. I just never thought I would be given this sort of magic.”

Orion Glory

MP:10

Several hours later, Vallis stirred awake. He groaned as he forced himself to a seated position. No one was around, not even Eitur. Even though he did not remember what happened right as he lost consciousness, everything that happened before remained crystal clear. The Poison Devil’s name was Eitur, and he bestowed his special brand of magic onto Vallis. Still, one phrase that Eitur said rattled Vallis’s nerves.

“Master my magic, or be consumed by it.”

As little as he knew about magic, Vallis was certain those conditions were not the same for all types of magic at all. This magic, whatever it was, had to be something completely different, something far more nefarious. That alone raised more questions: what was the magic that Eitur gave him? Vallis wracked his brain as he searched for an answer. Then, in a brief moment, it came to him.

“Poison Devil Slayer magic,” Vallis mouthed. How did he know that? He never heard of it before until now. In fact, how did he have knowledge of anything regarding it? The more Vallis thought on it, the more he frowned. A glint caught the corner of his eye. He felt around the forest floor until his fingers brushed upon the surface of an odd staff. Its craftsmanship was impeccable; its wooden shaft was sturdy and smooth, and a proud, metallic dragon head decorated its tip. Vallis did not bring any sort of weapon into the forest despite his better judgment which meant that ... Eitur must have left it behind. Was it some sort of gift?

Vallis picked the staff up and rested it across his lap. He examined it while lost in his thoughts, immersed in the serene silence around him.

NAME: Vallis Loens
ALIAS: None
GENDER: Male
AGE: 26
SPECIES: Human
SEXUALITY: Bisexual (leans towards men)
GUILD: Wanderer
GUILD MARK: None
CLASS: D-Class
BIRTHPLACE: Sin
ZODIAC: Gemini


HEIGHT: 5’8”
WEIGHT: 150 pounds
EYE COLOR: Light Brown
HAIR COLOR: Black
SKIN COLOR: Dark Brown
BUILD: Slightly lean
ABNORMALITIES: Scar on his left shoulder
FACE CLAIM NAME: Original
FACE CLAIM SERIES: Original

Vallis is a fine looking man despite what he thinks. His skin is a dark brown, a stark contrast from the norm all throughout Fiore, and his eyes are a light brown. His curly, wiry hair is jet black, the same as his eyebrows and any other body hair. He has a round face with big ears; a short, wide nose; full lips; and a strong jawline. He also has a slightly lean physique from some amounts of exercise, but it is clear that he does not have the body of an athlete or fighter.

Like many mages, there’s no difference between Vallis’s casual and battle wear. He likes to wear short and long-sleeved t-shirts of various colors and designs paired with comfortable shorts or pants; his favorite colors to wear are black, green, orange and yellow. His footwear consists mostly of casual shoes. He wears a white or black do-rag with long tie strips that flow down his back along with a fancy pair of black sunglasses. If he’s not wearing them, he typically rests them on top of his head. Finally, he wears a orange and black patterned shemagh scarf around his neck; if need be, he can pull it up to cover his mouth and nose. Combined with his shades, he can hide his face from view.


POSITIVE TRAITS:

✔ Friendly
✔ Wise
✔ Flexible
✔ Selfless
✔ Reflective

NEGATIVE TRAITS:

✘ Skeptical
✘ Confidential
✘ Fearful
✘ Tense
✘ Risk-Averse

LIKES:

✔ Reading
✔ Adventure
✔ Learning
✔ Poisons (he drinks poisons like they're water)
✔ Rain

DISLIKES:

✘ Demons
✘ Anything remotely scary
✘ Paperwork
✘ His neighbor's psycho ass dog
✘ The politics in the magical world

Vallis is a thinker. He wonders all about the world around him and strives to learn more. His thirst for knowledge does not stop there; introspection is one of Vallis’s main talents. He is able to reflect upon his goals, actions, beliefs and disposition and make adjustments accordingly. He sees every day a new opportunity to learn something about the world, others or himself. Now, while he is up for learning, Vallis is quite the private person. He does not like giving out too much information about himself, and he has a habit of keeping secrets from others. This quirk is not born from malice; Vallis simply knows how brutal the magical world can be, and he’d rather not his demise come from someone using his own knowledge against him.

Despite others’ first impressions, Vallis is wise and self-aware. He knows his strengths, weaknesses, capabilities and limits. He’s brutally honest with himself and others; if something needs to be said, he’ll say it. However, he will say it in the most tactful way possible. Vallis’s wisdom surfaces when he or others need it, and it helps him make sensible, grounded decisions.

Vallis is naturally friendly and is polite with almost anyone. It could be a good friend, a random stranger or a bloodthirsty enemy; it doesn’t matter. Vallis realizes that people can take advantage of his kindness, but that doesn’t make him change his attitude. To him, his attitude allows him to connect with many different people from all kinds of backgrounds. The world is already deadly, ruthlessly cutthroat, rife with conflict and filled with plenty of unsavory individuals. The least Vallis can do is ensure that he isn’t adding onto the problem. Even with his initial politeness, he is often skeptical of others and their true characters. Deceit and facades are all too common, and he relies on his instincts on whether others can be trusted or not. Still, he can be wrong about others and is more than willing to admit his fault if someone proves themselves to him.

Now, Vallis is not afraid to admit that he scares easily. He is fearful of the magical world as much as he intrigued by it. It is not hard to intimidate or frighten him, and he is not the bravest person out there. He is also not a fan of taking risks and would rather take the safe option no matter what. Of course, if push comes to shove, he will take risks with his decision-making, but he does not like it whatsoever. Even so, Vallis can become brave if he truly puts his mind to it and can be pushed to take risks with the right amount of encouragement … or danger.


Vallis is a late bloomer.

Vallis was not always a mage or capable of magic even though he was born to two skilled mages. In fact, Vallis did not express much interest in becoming a mage himself at all in his early years. He was far more concerned with playing with his friends, learning in school, watching cartoons, playing video games and stuffing his face with sweets. Although his parents were disappointed about Vallis’s disinterest in magic, they loved their son nonetheless. Perhaps it was better for him not to be exposed to the magical world. After all, many of the world’s catastrophes were born from magic.

However, as Vallis grew older and his friends went off to become mages and adventurers of their own, Vallis remained behind. He had a great education, and he was making good money at the lacrima manufacturing business he was working at.

Eventually, Vallis yearned to expand his horizons, and he believed magic was the key for him to do just that.

Nothing could have prepared him for the learning process. No matter what Vallis did, he was simply incapable of mustering any sort of magical power. Unwilling to accept defeat, Vallis researched as much as he can about any potential ways to awaken one’s latent magical power. Then, he heard a rumor about a massive concentration of magic power centered within Mikage Forest. Vallis read that being around large amounts of magic power was enough to spur one’s magic to life, making those incapable of magic able to use it. It was an extremely dangerous endeavour, and Vallis would normally never take such incredible risks.

However, in this instance, this was the best chance he had to finally become a mage.

Vallis made the voyage to Mikage Forest, and his findings were nothing short of extraordinary. The air was thick with magic, so much that the magical energy manifested into visible, dark green strands. Eventually, Vallis arrived at one of the forest’s lakes. Ever since Vallis had entered the forest, he did not see any other person. However, several feet ahead, a figure sat crosslegged by the lake’s shore. Vallis squinted as he tried to make out who or what the figure was. It looked humanoid, save for the two large horns jutting straight out of the figure’s skull. Then, it hit him.

“... The magic. It’s coming from them,” Vallis muttered. Even with the distance between them, the figure’s magical power bore down on Vallis like a two ton weight. Sweat bridled on Vallis’s brow. His muscles tensed. He took a step back and another. Then, the figure called out to him.

“What brings you here?”

The figure’s deep, gruff voice echoed throughout the clearing. Vallis bit his lip before answering.

“I’m here to find out where the magic power in the forest was coming from. Does it belong to you?”

The figure remained still. “That it does. A byproduct of my power. Is it power you seek?”

Vallis paused. “... No, not necessarily. I just want to learn magic. I’ve done what I can to learn, but I can’t do it. I figured that being around this magic would help me and--”

His voice trailed off. Suddenly, the figure laughed, his deep voice rattling Vallis’s core. “Leave now, and forget ever becoming a mage. You aren’t worthy of any magical power, mortal.”

Vallis took a step back, shocked by the figure’s response. He looked down towards the ground and did not move.

“I said leave, mortal,” the figure commanded. Dark green tendrils of pure mana shot forth from the figure’s magical aura and crashed right to Vallis. Vallis screamed as the figure’s magical power overwhelmed him, filling his mind and soul with absolute dread. Vallis crumbled down to the ground, struggling to resist the figure’s influence. His body and mind told him to flee, but his spirit said otherwise. With painstaking effort, Vallis forced himself to his knees and eyed the figure with an agony-twisted visage.

“Please. Help me. Please,” Vallis pleaded. “I want to use magic … to change the world for the better. Please …”

The figure kept his back turned. Then, the volatile magic surrounding him dissipated, releasing Vallis for its clutches. With a chuckle, the figure finally stood up to his full height. He easily stood well above eight feet tall with a muscular physique decorated with long spines that matched his black and red skin. All he wore were a pair of tattered pants and a simple bamboo hat that hid his face from view. He walked over towards Vallis and peered down at him with a pair of glowing, orange eyes.

“Tell me your name, mortal,” he said.

Vallis looked up. “... Vallis.”

The figure knelt down. “I am Eitur, the Poison Devil. Your resolve is impressive, Vallis. Let us truly see if you mean what you say.” Eitur’s clawed hand began to cackle with noxious power, and he hovered it over Vallis’s head. “I will bestow upon you my unique brand of magic. It is not a power to take lightly. Fail to control it, and it will consume you, leaving you nothing more than a ravenous monster. However, if you succeed …” Eitur grinned, sharp teeth glinting. “We’ll see if that happens.”

Finally, Eitur rested his hand on Vallis’s head. Vallis felt a sudden onrush of magic flood his body, filling him with unimaginable power. The power overloaded his senses and body, and within a few moments, Vallis flopped onto the ground, unconscious. Eitur pulled his hand back and rose to his feet once more. “Curious mortal you are,” he murmured under his breath. “Don’t fail me.” After leaving Vallis a simple staff, Eitur disappeared into the forest, leaving Vallis unconscious on the forest floor.

Vallis was now a Poison Devil Slayer, and he would be forced to master his magic or be overtaken by it.