Percival Anderson


Name: Percival Anderson (known mostly as Percy or Perce, pronounced like “purse”)
Age: 32
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Warlock (previously), Mezza-luna (currently)

Appearance:
Height: 6’2”
Hair color: Dark brown, though lightened to a chestnut color by his constant exposure to the sun on his travels.
Eye color: Jade
Piercings/tattoos: A Celtic Ruin mandala between his shoulder blades, directly upon his spine, which helped to channel his powers when he was a practicing magician. The mark was the only way to identify he was a warlock to begin with, as he refused to speak of magic when it was repressed by the curse.
Body: The curse had turned his once lanky, teenage form to a lean, muscular body, due simply to the physical hardship of transforming and maintaining a draconian form.

Relationships:
Mother: Adelaide Anderson (deceased)
Father: Tobias Anderson (deceased)
Siblings: None

Songs:
The Death of Me - City and Colour
Your Protector - Fleet Foxes
Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

Bio:
Percy was born of Adelaide and Tobias, two renowned magicians in the village where he grew up. They ran an apothecary and delivered various spells, such as those for good sleep, safe passage, or a smooth birth. They were highly liked and respected by their neighbors, and often explored experimental magic, trying new recipes and preparing spells that had never been attempted. His childhood was fairly idyllic and peaceful, and he spent many of his toddler years running around in the woods or visiting the town’s marketplace. That changed when one of his parents’ experimental spells went wrong, backfiring upon them in such a volatile explosion of heat that they were both killed almost instantly. Percy was only 12, about to enter his teenage years. The resulting fire spread through the woods and burned down two other houses in the vicinity, resulting in the death of one of their elderly neighbors. Fleeing the outrage and trauma of the accident, he travelled to a larger city on the other side of the vast expanse of woods where he worked for a barkeep at night - hauling trash and clearing drink glasses - and as a pick-pocket during the day. The pick-pocketing was far more profitable he found, and so he decided to become a full-time thief and targeted larger, more lucrative items. He earned enough to stop squatting and to buy a small place on the edge of town that was relatively cheap, under a false identity and age. There he practiced the magic that his parents had so carefully honed and were beginning to teach him, but had been cut off by their abrupt end.

Magic came easily to him, and he began to use it to manipulate others so he could more easily steal from them and avoid being caught for it. Suddenly, it felt like all the riches and power he could ever ask for were just within his grasp, if only he dared use his magic to obtain it. He certainly wasn’t the only magician in the city - most people had at least a little magic in them - but he was young enough to go unnoticed as he slipped through the streets. It was when he overheard a bar-room chat about a gem with unimaginable powers, located right in the city, that he decided to pursue it. Using his powers to assist with the break-in, he snuck in at night and stole the gem with relative ease. The rightful owner of the gem and familial descendent was little more than a child when he committed the act, and he passed their crib as he fled from the house in the dark. Little did he know that the gem had other forms of protection covering it. He couldn’t figure out how to unlock the shard’s power, even though he could feel it brimming just below its sharp edges and smooth surface. He wore it around his neck on a crude piece of string so that no others could steal it, and so he could keep the power with him wherever he went. A week after he had stolen it, he was walking along the river near the woods, heading back home after a fairly good day of theft, his own pockets rattling with change. Percy felt a sudden surge of power through him, electric almost, and his heart began racing. Finally, the gem had granted him its power, had opened up its resource for his indulgence. The power felt like it was streaming through his veins, a current of burning electricity, alighting all of his senses at once in an overwhelming manner of sensation. Until the pain came. What once was a pleasant burn of magic became too hot, searing almost, unbearable to the point that he dropped to the ground on his hands and knees, the silver coins spilling from his pocket. Under the light of the half-moon, he endured his first turning into an age-old creature, one that only manifested as the result of curses - a dragon. His scales were the same shade of crystalline blue as the gem he wore around his neck. Twice a month he endured the turn under the half-moon, losing his mind to instinct and fury before waking up the next day, aching and in some place strange, his body shivering from the cold.

The gem shard had cursed him to be a mezza-luna, a beast that transformed twice a month under the half-moon. He later found he could summon what he thought was the gem’s power, but later realized was the curse’s crushing influence, and turn upon command. It was less painful when he chose to transform, allowing his body to change shape willingly. But his form was too large to easily hide, even in the woods, and he found it more and more difficult to reside in the city. The curse, however, suppressed what magic he had, only leaving him with the power to turn and the strength that came with it. But he now struggled to steal, and the villagers suspected there was a beast in the area - the first night he turned, he had been so close to the village that his screams had carried through town, even as they morphed into a guttural and ancient sound. Percy left quickly, taking only what he could carry and the rest of the money he had acquired through ill means, traveling to the city across the mountains that was known for its magical black market. There, he sold the gem for a hefty price to a magic-broker, hoping the curse would be passed onto them. But it was stuck to him. The curse would only break if he returned the gem to its rightful owner, and the owner willingly used its magic to unbind them from the curse. Since he had stolen it, he would have to be the one to return it. The curse also stipulated that he could not harm any of the descendants of the family who owned the gem shard, but rather must protect them. In the old stories told, dragons had always been guardians, and Percy was cursed to be the guardian of the gem and its rightful owner until they chose to free him.
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