Title: John Wellington Wells Unicorn Male Mage Talent: +2 Wink/Teleport Chaotic Goo Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/ts2BTCBe First Edit: Saturday 27th of July 2013 10:37:06 PM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 27th of July 2013 10:37:06 PM CDT John Wellington Wells Unicorn Male Mage Talent: +2 Wink/Teleport Chaotic Good   Skills: Unicorn Catalyst [Racial] Wink Master [Racial] Telekinesis [Racial] Improved Telekinesis [Improved Racial] Improved Spellcasting Wink Teleport Magic Bolt Storm Bolt Farsight Astral Projection   Inventory: Grey Wizard Hat Grey Wizard Robe Staff of Magus [Can emit light from its tip] Longsword [Single Weapon/Fencing] Bag of Holding [Rope, Food, Water, Tents, Sleeping Bags, etc] Bag of Holding [Maps of various countries, the world, a compass] Bag of Holding [Books, encyclopedias, etc of all kinds] Bag of Holding [Mortar, Pestle, Alchemical Ingredients, Chemicals] Bag of Holding [Other Bags of Holding] Various Fireworks [Smokebombs, regular fireworks, etc] 200 bits   Traits:   A magical hobo wizard under delusions that he is the greatest spellcaster in history. Very eccentric. Spends all his bits on magical equipment and strange items and artifacts that mostly just look cool. Had a strange and horrible childhood that seems to change with each retelling. Usually very irresponsible and amoral, using magic in the most hilarious and brutal ways he can think of, with only one exception. He doesn't hurt kids, and usually will dedicate his full magical power to destroy those who do. Occasionally takes on a serious persona of a wizened scholar, though since he is obviously quite mad, this persona is merely a mask. How he manages to maintain it at all is a mystery.   His primary magical focus is teleportation, which he has refined to the degree that he is under the delusion that even if he dies, he will simply teleport somewhere else, completely fine. He has next to no understanding of the philosophical or scientific theories of magic, simply casting out of habit, and trial and error. He claims to owe his immortal soul to no less then eight deities, due to various magical deals gone bad.   He is physically addicted to magic, and must cast lesser spells like cantrips and psionics constantly, just to keep himself from going into withdraw. He is very senile and arrogant, yet both of a selective and good-humored type. His skin occasionally cracks and glistens with magic, and tiny bits of static or electrical magic often hang in the air around his clothing.   Tl;DR: He's a Wizard.