George Wyvern
Psychic
Basic Information
Name George Wyvern
Pronouns He/Him
Age 73
Birthday
April 15
Height 5'6
Eyes Brown
Face Claim Forest Whitaker
Locations
Residence Location
Fringes
Occupation
Lawyer
Vehicle
Private Driver
Vampire Stats
Age turned
18
Supernatural Eye Color
Orange
First Ability
Pyrokinesis
Power/Animal Description
Pyromancy. A symphony in his blood. A birthright. A blessing. It burns, forever in the heart of him. But only when his skin is split can he unleash its wrath.
The smaller the wound, the smaller the flame. But in his years of throwing himself upon a blade, he has mastered the exact amount of spilled blood necessary for a flame that he has complete control over.
A pinprick will light a candle, a gaping wound will take down a building. A slice through his thumb pad creates a flame large enough to wield into effective violence.
The trick is the fever from the heightened body temperature. Even the smallest of flames will raise his temperature enough that he must rest for a while after. Prolonged and concentrated, or large and devastating blows, will eventually consume him in a fever that can sometimes grip him for days. The older he gets, the less his body can withstand.
The smaller the wound, the smaller the flame. But in his years of throwing himself upon a blade, he has mastered the exact amount of spilled blood necessary for a flame that he has complete control over.
A pinprick will light a candle, a gaping wound will take down a building. A slice through his thumb pad creates a flame large enough to wield into effective violence.
The trick is the fever from the heightened body temperature. Even the smallest of flames will raise his temperature enough that he must rest for a while after. Prolonged and concentrated, or large and devastating blows, will eventually consume him in a fever that can sometimes grip him for days. The older he gets, the less his body can withstand.
Psychic Stats
Age turned
18
Supernatural Eye Color
Orange
First Ability
Pyrokinesis
Power Description
Pyromancy. A symphony in his blood. A birthright. A blessing. It burns, forever in the heart of him. But only when his skin is split can he unleash its wrath.
The smaller the wound, the smaller the flame. But in his years of throwing himself upon a blade, he has mastered the exact amount of spilled blood necessary for a flame that he has complete control over.
A pinprick will light a candle, a gaping wound will take down a building. A slice through his thumb pad creates a flame large enough to wield into effective violence.
The trick is the fever from the heightened body temperature. Even the smallest of flames will raise his temperature enough that he must rest for a while after. Prolonged and concentrated, or large and devastating blows, will eventually consume him in a fever that can sometimes grip him for days. The older he gets, the less his body can withstand.
The smaller the wound, the smaller the flame. But in his years of throwing himself upon a blade, he has mastered the exact amount of spilled blood necessary for a flame that he has complete control over.
A pinprick will light a candle, a gaping wound will take down a building. A slice through his thumb pad creates a flame large enough to wield into effective violence.
The trick is the fever from the heightened body temperature. Even the smallest of flames will raise his temperature enough that he must rest for a while after. Prolonged and concentrated, or large and devastating blows, will eventually consume him in a fever that can sometimes grip him for days. The older he gets, the less his body can withstand.
Were Stats
Age turned
18
Supernatural Eye Color
Orange
Animal Appearance
Appearance
Once tall and broad, but now reduced into a permanent hunch from age and chronic pain.
Notably missing the lower half of his left leg, and is therefore wheelchair bound, but often uses a prosthetic and cane.
Carries a mahogany cane with a bronze wyvern handle.
Tends to wear grey or black tailored suits or light cashmere cardigans of varying neutral colors. Always wearing a bowler hat upon a head of balding and greying hair, which he keeps closely shaved.
Wears black, thick rimmed glasses. One of his eyes is notably lazy and half-closed from an injury sustained in his youth.
Never, under any circumstance, does he smile.
Notably missing the lower half of his left leg, and is therefore wheelchair bound, but often uses a prosthetic and cane.
Carries a mahogany cane with a bronze wyvern handle.
Tends to wear grey or black tailored suits or light cashmere cardigans of varying neutral colors. Always wearing a bowler hat upon a head of balding and greying hair, which he keeps closely shaved.
Wears black, thick rimmed glasses. One of his eyes is notably lazy and half-closed from an injury sustained in his youth.
Never, under any circumstance, does he smile.
Personality
Ambitious & Apathetic - Morality plays no part in his methods of achieving his goals.
Assertive & Calculating - There is no second guessing.
Deceitful & Manipulative - People are better off knowing only the most convenient truth.
Cantankerous & Domineering - Very rarely is he impressed or satisfied.
Articulate & Opinionated - Passionately believes in his cause, and will make certain that you do, too.
Narcissistic & Opportunistic - It is all but a game, and all of you pawns.
Assertive & Calculating - There is no second guessing.
Deceitful & Manipulative - People are better off knowing only the most convenient truth.
Cantankerous & Domineering - Very rarely is he impressed or satisfied.
Articulate & Opinionated - Passionately believes in his cause, and will make certain that you do, too.
Narcissistic & Opportunistic - It is all but a game, and all of you pawns.
History
Born in New Jersey in 1951.
Reborn in New York City in 1969, after being beaten to a pulp and drained nearly dry by two vampires, when his blood turned to fire, and promptly incinerated them.
Rising from the ashes of the man he once had been, he became a God. Through destruction and defeat, he had been born beneath A New Sun.
With newborn eyes, he could see the world for what it truly was. Consumed by darkness, and he, a vessel of cleansing, burning light. He would be salvation. And so he spread his wings, and soared. A wyvern reborn.
Used, abused, and discarded as many people as it took to become affluent, plunging his burning fingers into the heart of New York and unearthing the untempered specimens who could be reforged like he was.
No matter the cost, no matter the method, no matter how many went up in flame or buckled beneath the force of his efforts. By his own hands, he forged the new guardians of this world. Psychic after psychic made strong in the light of A New Sun.
One of his most beloved creations, born of his very own burning flesh, grew into a beautiful woman. She would have been the savior of them all. But she was drawn astray, distracted by the temptation of joining the mindless herd of humanity.
Her child was born of weakness. And then she and her useless husband died.
The boy was unremarkable. But George had made magnificent things from unremarkable people. He himself had once been unremarkable. And so he took the child somewhere quiet, and when he was strong enough, he began to remake him. Pain was the only way. Steel cannot become a blade without being melted and hammered into its purpose.
Once Oliver became his true self, George poured his efforts into sharpening him into someone worthy of his birthright. He would be the successor, once George had fulfilled his own destiny.
But the boy was like his mother. Weak in the face of the New Sun. He sought to destroy everything George had worked for, burn it all to cinders.
George was engulfed in the inferno that Oliver left in his wake, but flame was his to tame. Rather than immolate, he concentrated the fire that sought to swallow him into one leg. Much like a fox in a trap, he sacrificed the limb to escape.
Mutilated, humiliated, but never defeated. George vowed to find his heretic blood and make of him an example to all who sought to deny the righteous call of A New Sun.
Was nearly consumed by his vengeance, at risk of straying from the light, but his most devout supporters sustained his faith in their cause.
A New Sun burned bright, spreading its glorious rays further and further west.
When the discovery of Pacting was made public, George set forth a campaign throughout the organization to form as many Pacts in devotion to A New Sun as possible, therefore bolstering their ranks with united power.
When word came of his grandson’s possible presence in Ridgefield, George sent forth a small network of his closest devotees to track him down.
His efforts paid off, when one of his loyalists summoned him, reporting to have found Oliver.
Now, A New Sun shines its rays upon Ridgefield County.
Reborn in New York City in 1969, after being beaten to a pulp and drained nearly dry by two vampires, when his blood turned to fire, and promptly incinerated them.
Rising from the ashes of the man he once had been, he became a God. Through destruction and defeat, he had been born beneath A New Sun.
With newborn eyes, he could see the world for what it truly was. Consumed by darkness, and he, a vessel of cleansing, burning light. He would be salvation. And so he spread his wings, and soared. A wyvern reborn.
Used, abused, and discarded as many people as it took to become affluent, plunging his burning fingers into the heart of New York and unearthing the untempered specimens who could be reforged like he was.
No matter the cost, no matter the method, no matter how many went up in flame or buckled beneath the force of his efforts. By his own hands, he forged the new guardians of this world. Psychic after psychic made strong in the light of A New Sun.
One of his most beloved creations, born of his very own burning flesh, grew into a beautiful woman. She would have been the savior of them all. But she was drawn astray, distracted by the temptation of joining the mindless herd of humanity.
Her child was born of weakness. And then she and her useless husband died.
The boy was unremarkable. But George had made magnificent things from unremarkable people. He himself had once been unremarkable. And so he took the child somewhere quiet, and when he was strong enough, he began to remake him. Pain was the only way. Steel cannot become a blade without being melted and hammered into its purpose.
Once Oliver became his true self, George poured his efforts into sharpening him into someone worthy of his birthright. He would be the successor, once George had fulfilled his own destiny.
But the boy was like his mother. Weak in the face of the New Sun. He sought to destroy everything George had worked for, burn it all to cinders.
George was engulfed in the inferno that Oliver left in his wake, but flame was his to tame. Rather than immolate, he concentrated the fire that sought to swallow him into one leg. Much like a fox in a trap, he sacrificed the limb to escape.
Mutilated, humiliated, but never defeated. George vowed to find his heretic blood and make of him an example to all who sought to deny the righteous call of A New Sun.
Was nearly consumed by his vengeance, at risk of straying from the light, but his most devout supporters sustained his faith in their cause.
A New Sun burned bright, spreading its glorious rays further and further west.
When the discovery of Pacting was made public, George set forth a campaign throughout the organization to form as many Pacts in devotion to A New Sun as possible, therefore bolstering their ranks with united power.
When word came of his grandson’s possible presence in Ridgefield, George sent forth a small network of his closest devotees to track him down.
His efforts paid off, when one of his loyalists summoned him, reporting to have found Oliver.
Now, A New Sun shines its rays upon Ridgefield County.
Relationships
- Phoenix Soren — A younger member of A New Sun that summoned George to Ridgefield by attesting to a sighting of his grandson. Recently promoted to serve in George's personal cadre.
- Lance Maker — A younger member of A New Sun, son of his former right hand. Recently promoted to serve in George's personal cadre.
- Linda Maker — George's former right hand. She died the day that George arrived in Ridgefield.
Other
George keeps a small knife strapped to his wrist at all times, used almost exclusively for the incision needed to trigger his power. It is inscribed with a wyvern on the blade.
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