| John Marti Maclare
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| Player: @Golferion
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| The Irish Merlin
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| Character Build
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| Class Focus:
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Hexarslinger
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| Power Level:
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13
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| Research & Development:
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Mystiscim
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| Biographical Data
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| Real Name:
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John Marti Maclare
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| Known Aliases:
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Sherlock Warlock
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| Gender:
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Male
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| Species:
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Human
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| Ethnicity:
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Caucasion
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| Place of Birth:
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Dublin, Ireland
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| Base of Operations:
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seven
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| Relatives:
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One, his daughter and Nemisis Morgan Maclare
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| Characteristics
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| Age:
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150 (45)
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| Height:
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6'6
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| Weight:
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225lb
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| Eyes:
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Brown
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| Hair:
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Red
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| Complexion:
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Fair skinned
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| Physical Build:
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Muscular
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| Physical Features:
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Soft yet stirn complexion on his face.
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| Status
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| Alignment:
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██
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Neutral
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| Reputation:
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| ██
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██
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██
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██
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██
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██
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██
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██
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Prominent
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| Identity:
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John Marti Maclare
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| Years Active:
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1
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| Citizenship:
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Full American Citizen
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| Occupation:
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Mystical consulting and private detective.
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| Education:
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7 College level.
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| Marital Status:
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single
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| Known Powers and Abilities
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| 9 Magic, Magic Absorption
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| Equipment and Paraphernalia
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| A brown trench coat, a black scarf, an eyepatch, and Abraham lincon Magic hat
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| Attributes
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Strength
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Endurance
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Agility
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Speed
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Fighting
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Projectiles
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Durability
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Resistance
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Intelligence
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Psyche
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Intuition
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Charisma
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| ReldinBox Template
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John Marti Maclare was born in Ireland in the city of Dublin in the year 1867 to a family of poor, Protestant, Irish woodcutters. His father, William Maclare, and mother, Marry Maclare, lived a peaceful and quiet life in the village; fixing up doors, carts, and anything else that would pay. They attended Sunday sermons, as all decent folk did at the time, and were renown as some of the most heartwarming folks you could ever meet. Unfortunately, all sweet things come to an end.
In 1871 John father was wrongly accused of being an enemy of the Crown and was sentenced to life imprisonment in Australia. While William and John said goodbye, an English soldier struck William with a nightstick for an unknown reason. Anger, fear, rage, all poured into John mind and, without even being conscious of it, he cast his first spell. It was the a
"Carmine Mortem" or "Death Spell" in English. The spell was cast, and a wave of red, burning fury exploded from the boy, leaving behind in it wakes only skeletons and dead plants.
When John awoke, a man was standing over him as he lay in the pile of bones that were once his parents. The man standing over him was the uncle, Dúngal Maclare, and slowly pick the boy up and carried him to a nearby carriage. After the carriage had brought him to his uncle home, John awoke in a soft, silk sheet bed. His uncle then explained to John the Maclare bloodline and how, with a few exceptions, the Maclares are born powerful Warlocks and Wizards. Dúngal then took John under his wing as an Apprentice, spending the next twenty years teaching him the ways of Magic. In both the light and dark aspects.
John stayed with his uncle for over twenty-two years. He learned both the Light and Dark Arts from His uncle, using forbidden Magic and eventually even mastering the spell that killed his parents. It wasn't until March first, 1893, when his Uncle attempted to summon one of the Seven Lords of Lucifer, Wrath, did he die. John killed his uncle during the ceremony but unfortunately lost his eye in the process, replacing it with a marble eye and encasing the Demon of Wrath inside it.
Afterward, John became a wondering Wizard, drifting from Village to Village across Ireland, Dealing with Vampires, Werewolves, and any Demonic or supernatural threat to his people. It was during this time that John met Father Anderson, a Protestant priest and Irish Warrior of God, who took him in and gave John a place to live at his Church. With their combined forces, John Magic and Anderson sword skills, they carved a bloody path of destruction to any Vampire who dare harm an innocent. It was on one of their journies did the two come across the Alchemist Nicolas Flamel.
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