Name: Kutro's number One


Age: 18


Nickname(s): One, Wizard, Kid.


Appearence: Slender, short, and sort of pale with an almost inexistent expression. Looks just like the kind of guy that'll fly away if you sneeze.

Personality: Depressed slave; does what he's told without complaining...well, he really doesn't talk at all, most of the times. Though if he feels his masters don't want him dead, he is bound to swiftly criticize or argue, respectfully and with his eyes on the ground, a plan and/or course of action and/or decision.


Abilities/qualities:
One is an aprentice sourcerer with quite the potential, but even half developed yet. He can do the normal deal, balls of fire, a few lightnings, teleportation, wind-speed, minor healing, earthquake, minor "ill-in" but nothing all powerful, just little localized spells. Also, he has some understanding on defensive melee qualities.


Weaknesses: He easily tires himself from summoning spells. Almost going unconscious if he pulls out a big one, like a 100 yard meteor or lightning shower or activate a dormant vulcano.
Also, he ONLY understands defensive melee, he knows nothing about offensive. 

History:
A long ago, a prince was born and with him, the queen's realization that there are no such things as happy endings.
The king's cousin devised a plan that took up to almost 20 years and it ended with him taking over the crown, killing the royal family and court and claiming the young prince as his son on his first year birthday.
But, the wretched king had another son and denied hs nephew the right to be king but, noticing his kingdom was in turmoil and his people still hissing about revenge he decided to keep him alive as a prisioner. Later, the king noticed the amazing potential the boy had for magic when he, with but 4 years old, transformed a piece of rock into an ice cube.
He then decided to re-educate the boy so he would become his greatest weapon. He gave him a dog's life and taught him how to obey his master without talking back. He taught him not to talk to other people, in fact, he taught him to talk only when ordered too, to eat only when ordered too. And, last but not least, he prohibited anyone from naming the boy saying that he should be referred to as "Kutro's number one" Kutro being the wretched king's name.
Now, at the age of 18, Kutro's number one is but a mindless, heartless man, or maybe animal, half way across his training.