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by The life of the young and famous is often thought to be extremely extravagant, with no limits on money and material things are nothing more than a swipe away, this is not the life that Drake lead at the moment though it was much more of a thing that was by choice instead of some tragedy despite the tragedies involved with his life. He was a rather stable and strong person, a stature that was matched by only those known to be the best and that wasn't even with the slightest mention of his accomplishments as a mage. As a mage he was spectacular, not just focusing on the power of his magic but it's raw beauty, the ability to bring things from outside the planet into the view of others, things they'd probably never see, most refer to seeing him use magic as something that they could only read about, even in an age where mages made up a quarter of the population.
Drake had decided to start his own guild after finally finding his father, Draco Rosenhard whom had been a big name in the magical world as well as the financial world, on top of being extremely rich, Draco as well as his wife were both members of the magic council, helping create laws and ensuring that the magic world was safe from evil. Unfortunately Mallory had lost her life in the war the ensued due to the criminal actions of a guild known as Animus Sin as they lead and attack on the Magic Council in order to take down the powers that be, Draco was also thought to have been dead up until Drake found his father, learning that he had ran away from the way, not being able to harbor the weight of the loss of his wife on his shoulder, a once powerful and happy man had been destroy by war, by Animus Sin.
Instead of following down the exact path his father had, Drake decided he would make his own Legend, become whoever he wanted to be, not defined by riches of power or even a name, he would forge his own path or he would die trying because he was not one to give up so easily, he believed that it is better to live on your feet then to die on your knees. He had a certain aura about him that radiated confidence and resolve, he was never confused, he knew what he wanted and he would go after it, he would break down walls and fight his way thought whatever it was he had to that might be blocking his way, he held no real fear in his heart and a look in his eye that could reassure even the most lost person.
Finding himself in Hargeon, he was out to recruit members to his newly formed guild, with money from his parents he had purchased a guild hall, a rather beautiful one at that and with that gift from them he started his own path, forming his own ideals. Drake did not believe in a central power other than the Kingdom itself, the King had not been too imposing upon his people nor to oppressive and for this he respected the kingdom in a certain manner. As far as mages went and the powers that they held he believed that it should be up to people like himself, those with strong morals and the sense of right and wrong to protect the people from mages whom have strayed down the darkest of paths, using they're magic for purposes of sheer destruction. He did not see himself as a higher power but he did see himself as someone with the power to stop evil, he wishes for a world where there were no dark mages, where people could be themselves and express themselves without the need for darkness.
Drake was a bit of a drinker, only recreationally because he enjoyed being drunk, he was more of a listening type when sober so getting drunk really helped him to loosen up, become more sociable and reach out to people as he had a hard time finding the right words to say most of the time since his brain seemed to never stop, it was like a racing bullet train, he could be thinking about one thing but then at the same time he had a thousand other thoughts running through his head at the very same time. He was at a bar known to have no name, it was in a more slum type of area where he would be less recognized, where he could truly be himself. The lights were dim and the bar was at a pace where it wasn't to empty but also not to full, the perfect amount. He strolled in wearing his usual attire which consisted of one of his favorite pair of blue jeans which had a chain that attached from a front left belt loop to a back left belt loop, hanging just below his left pocket, A white t shirt which was completely spotless and of course his signature zip up hoodie which had fur around the rim of the hood.
Drake worked his way thought the bar slowly, taking in the vibe of the pop music playing over the speakers in the bar, taking in the sounds and conversations of the people surrounding the circular type bar which had been in the dead center of the building and of course the lovely aroma of the various beers and liquors held within the building. He made his way to a singular empty spot at the bar, there was no chair as a part of four had taken the char elsewhere in the bar so he approached the bar, putting his elbows down on the bar and holding his head up with his hands as he stared at one of the bartenders until she came over and took his order, bringing him a rocks glass of tequila quickly. To his left there had been a shorter girl, seemingly his age, she seemed to have been by herself but he wasn't one to make assumptions so quickly and to his right, an older fellow who had been completely off his rocker drunk, annoying one of the bartenders with his terrible pick-up lines. Taking a nice big sip of his tequila he let out a seemingly relieved sigh, at first it stung his taste buds but the after taste was so good to him, it was much better than a fine wine.
Drake had decided to start his own guild after finally finding his father, Draco Rosenhard whom had been a big name in the magical world as well as the financial world, on top of being extremely rich, Draco as well as his wife were both members of the magic council, helping create laws and ensuring that the magic world was safe from evil. Unfortunately Mallory had lost her life in the war the ensued due to the criminal actions of a guild known as Animus Sin as they lead and attack on the Magic Council in order to take down the powers that be, Draco was also thought to have been dead up until Drake found his father, learning that he had ran away from the way, not being able to harbor the weight of the loss of his wife on his shoulder, a once powerful and happy man had been destroy by war, by Animus Sin.
Instead of following down the exact path his father had, Drake decided he would make his own Legend, become whoever he wanted to be, not defined by riches of power or even a name, he would forge his own path or he would die trying because he was not one to give up so easily, he believed that it is better to live on your feet then to die on your knees. He had a certain aura about him that radiated confidence and resolve, he was never confused, he knew what he wanted and he would go after it, he would break down walls and fight his way thought whatever it was he had to that might be blocking his way, he held no real fear in his heart and a look in his eye that could reassure even the most lost person.
Finding himself in Hargeon, he was out to recruit members to his newly formed guild, with money from his parents he had purchased a guild hall, a rather beautiful one at that and with that gift from them he started his own path, forming his own ideals. Drake did not believe in a central power other than the Kingdom itself, the King had not been too imposing upon his people nor to oppressive and for this he respected the kingdom in a certain manner. As far as mages went and the powers that they held he believed that it should be up to people like himself, those with strong morals and the sense of right and wrong to protect the people from mages whom have strayed down the darkest of paths, using they're magic for purposes of sheer destruction. He did not see himself as a higher power but he did see himself as someone with the power to stop evil, he wishes for a world where there were no dark mages, where people could be themselves and express themselves without the need for darkness.
Drake was a bit of a drinker, only recreationally because he enjoyed being drunk, he was more of a listening type when sober so getting drunk really helped him to loosen up, become more sociable and reach out to people as he had a hard time finding the right words to say most of the time since his brain seemed to never stop, it was like a racing bullet train, he could be thinking about one thing but then at the same time he had a thousand other thoughts running through his head at the very same time. He was at a bar known to have no name, it was in a more slum type of area where he would be less recognized, where he could truly be himself. The lights were dim and the bar was at a pace where it wasn't to empty but also not to full, the perfect amount. He strolled in wearing his usual attire which consisted of one of his favorite pair of blue jeans which had a chain that attached from a front left belt loop to a back left belt loop, hanging just below his left pocket, A white t shirt which was completely spotless and of course his signature zip up hoodie which had fur around the rim of the hood.
Drake worked his way thought the bar slowly, taking in the vibe of the pop music playing over the speakers in the bar, taking in the sounds and conversations of the people surrounding the circular type bar which had been in the dead center of the building and of course the lovely aroma of the various beers and liquors held within the building. He made his way to a singular empty spot at the bar, there was no chair as a part of four had taken the char elsewhere in the bar so he approached the bar, putting his elbows down on the bar and holding his head up with his hands as he stared at one of the bartenders until she came over and took his order, bringing him a rocks glass of tequila quickly. To his left there had been a shorter girl, seemingly his age, she seemed to have been by herself but he wasn't one to make assumptions so quickly and to his right, an older fellow who had been completely off his rocker drunk, annoying one of the bartenders with his terrible pick-up lines. Taking a nice big sip of his tequila he let out a seemingly relieved sigh, at first it stung his taste buds but the after taste was so good to him, it was much better than a fine wine.
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