Ciaran Fuvur

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C I A R A N - F U V U R
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Name: Ciaran Fuvur
Other Names: -
Titles: N/A
Age: Early twenties. A very young Elf.
Race: Elven {Fuvurian}.
Gender: Male
Current Residence: Wherever he finds himself.
Social Status: A member of a Noble Family.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Marital Status: No.

Status: Establishing an identity.

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Relations:
Trystan Fuvur - Father

Nwalme Fuvur - Grandfather

Aelyth Fuvur - Aunt

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White. It was all around him. No, that wasn't right, for there was no 'him' here. There was only his perception and the terribly infinite sprawl of the void. Adrift in nothingness. Fear began to creep into his chest and his breath, as if he could even breathe here, quickened. Desperation willed his consciousness to turn; to search for anything at all to anchor his surroundings.

Nothing and more nothing.

Everything was different here. The alien sensation of oblivion clawed at his chest and begged him to return to his corporeal form. His mind raced through possible solutions.

A body; that is what he needed. He was at sea without a vessel and so he searched through his memory; through every moment in recent recollection that bore any sign of his reflection. Piece by piece, he willed this memory into existance. Excitement begin to grow as he grew a body with little more than a directed thought. A perfectly imperfect replicant housed his consciousness now. With haste, he reached his hands through the nothingness to run through his hair and prod at the flesh of his cheeks.

He was real.

An anchor in a sea of potential.

Things were about to get interesting.

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Ciaran Fuvur has developed the spell: Mindscape | Create and begins his work in a reality of his own.
Those that know him find he barely ever leaves his home anymore. His appearance nears haggard and
unkempt. But what does that matter to him? Altera is but the waking dream now. True reality awaits
him in his Magic.​