I will not be doing a million flashbacks, this oc studied for two years with no conflict, there is no real point in it.
Two Years Before Canon
Ryan, Age Seventeen
Magic was disgustingly easy to find on Earth, or so Ryan discovered. Even the in Glades, shithole that it was, he found dozens of books on magic in their local library. He wanted, needed, magic for more reasons than he could count. The Glades were a shithole, for one. He lived in poverty, there were druggies and gangsters and so much strife. Magic was an out that the young man needed.
Oddly, the first book, the first page, was all he needed to find proof of it's power.
"Surge." The spell said, a Latin incantation simple and sweet, drawing on his anger, his rage, and his hatred of his current life. Focusing on the sand in his sand garden, he watched as it rose into the air for a solid moment before dropping down, leaving him exhausted. Shaking and weak, he smiled. "I did it. Gods this opens up so many paths for me. I just... need to learn as much as I can."
And from then on, from that moment, he studied the craft. Day in and out, he barely left his trailer for more than work or to get supplies or to learn self defense ( He refused to be a glass canon, he did play video games afterall). He worked his ass off to studiy the Dark Arts. Magic did not come easily, nor did it come hard. It was a mismatched of feeling and power and intellect, driven by his desire to overcome the odds.
Soon, he had found himself able to alter minds, move things with a thought, read auras and divine information with some effort, play with fire, and so much more. He practiced illusions on fake money, used spells to get free food or supplies and downed his rent to nothing.
Life felt good... but it was not enough. He wanted, needed to use his magic, to do something more than just live.
But what? He realized that for any purpose, he needed a place to study and practice in safety, beyond his meager trailer.
He found an empty building, one of many in the Glades, and spelled the hell out if it. It took a full month for him to prepare it all. Spelling Movers, he had furniture moved in and the place renovated. Soon he was ready for the spells to make it a safe heaven.
"Respira vitae, Majestatis Lunae, locum hunc larva vel periculo vel damno. Caelum hoc fac. Per sanguinem fit."
He said as blue energy burned in the sigils on the walls, made of salt and blood and herbs.
"Perfect,... a new home." He said turning and smiling at what he had made. "Now I just need to figure out what to do with all my power, I am no god but no one should hoard power. But what do I do with it all?"
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This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.