Sirius Van Damne

How quaint. The unworthy aspire to Godhood when Gods already walk the earth.

Name: Sirius Van Damne

Physical Age: 21

Race: Human, with Efreeti and Elvish ancestry

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6'1"

Profession:Medical Student, Researcher

Stats: Fighting: (Typical) Agility: (Remarkable) Strength: (Typical) Endurance: (Typical) Reason: (Good) Intuition: (Typical) Psyche: (Good) Health (Equals F+A+S+E): 48, Karma (Equals R+I+P): 26

Archetype: Skirmisher

Skills:

• Magnekinesis: The psionic ability to control magnetic fields. Very Narrow.
• Medical: A rising star in the field of medical science, in particular Thaumatherapy: The study of Psionics. Very Narrow.
• Underworld: Working Knowledge of the cities criminal elements. Narrow.
• Thaumathurgy: A working knowledge of magic. Narrow.
• In the blood: Incredibly stubborn, borne by both sides of his family line. Prevents him from succumbing to mind-numbing effects often. Very narrow.

Psionic Control: Discovered that he had the potential for psionic control, Sirius like others was taken away to the mysterious facility. Tested and steadily more afraid each day till his power manifested. And even then, he had a narrow escape if it wasn't for his Grandmother who stepped in to rescue him. Since then, that day has stuck in his memory and driven him to find out more. And while he knows he was lucky, others are not...They weigh on his mind and he knows, someday....Something must be done about it. His anger and temper demands justice for those who weren't so lucky to have such a powerful relative as he.

Prepared Spells: None, magic is simply theoretical for him

Equipment:A mask that once belonged to his grandfather, a family heirloom he had tinkered with now and then when the mood takes him. A medical bag which he carries all the time.