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Character

Backstory

Shale grew up in a small village on the outskirts of a deep forest; which he quickly found himself exploring and spending most of his time in. This story takes place from his time of first discovering magic to where he is now.

Shale often never fit in with the other pups and his siblings often aggravated him to death. He respected and loved his parents but never was a momma's or daddie's boy. He quickly found himself intrigued by the forest and began to explore it. Whenever he needed to get away from everyone he'd escape into the dark foliage. One day on just a normal walk he found a small cave, curious he entered the dark damp hole. Bats, rocks, bugs, the normal; but just as he was beginning to leave something caught his eye. Shale quickly dusted off some rocks to reveal a small crevice. In it was a small pile of books and charms. Excited with his find he pulled them out slowly and sat down to look through them. The text and symbols were confusing and alien to the pup, and disappointed he put the weird books back.

The next few days the books were constantly on his mind and he just couldn't shake them out of his head. Finally, he broke down and went back to the cave. Pulling the books back out, he set himself down and started seriously studying them. Day after day he went to the cave and studied the books. He quickly found out the books contained chants, or "spells", and mixtures that could do many things that should not be able to be done. As he tried different spells and potions he learned by trial and error, more error than most; at one point almost collapsing the cave ceiling upon himself! After that incident he took his practices to the meadows where there was nothing to blow up or fall on him. Over the course of the next few years he became an adept Magician.

It was around the spring of the second year, and the pups were all beginning to grow into young adults that the bullying started. Shale was never a favorite amongst them and his studies secluded him away even more. It started out as little taunts and teases, then slowly escalated into pranks and physical contact. After so long he'd had enough and planned something to finally stop the bullying once and for all. Are you curious what it is? Well Shale thought they should have a taste of their own medicine so he cooked up a small little something to turn their fur purple and polka dotted; and every time they spoke they meowed or chirped. Frightened to death and unaware to what had happened to them, the bullies fled back home and word quickly spread. Shale of course turned them back to normal and no one messed with him again. After his stunt everyone in the village had mixed feelings about Shale's powers. Some were wary and scared while others were curious. None of this bothered Shale though, he simply went about like normal and stuck to himself.

Years passed and he eventually built himself a small cottage in the forest. Every once in a while someone comes looking for help which he is always happy to give. Though he's not an official shop he does offer his time and assistance whenever it is needed.

Familiar and Hobbies

Familiar: During his time transitioning into the forest he came upon a small black fox kit abandoned by its mother. Shale quickly took him in and named him Noir; which means black. Noir loves Shale unconditionally and will follow him wherever he may go. Little Noir loves helping Shale look for ingredients, study new spells, and making new potions.

Hobbies: Shale is a total geek when it comes to learning and experimenting with new spells and potions. Though he spend most of his time with his nose in a book, he also loves just walking around in the forest. The quiet scenery calms him and any time he can't quite get a spell or mixture right he simply breaks, goes outside and listens to the woods. He also loves playing with Noir.

Fae and the Witch

Fae are pesky, annoying, but powerful creatures and Shale knew this. He tended to stay away from them and ignore them as much as possible and they in turn left him alone to his own devices. In this instance though was a bit of an exception. Shale was out one day on his normal walks through the forest in search of plants to restock his supplies. Basket in mouth he trotted steadily along the path, stopping every so often to check or pull a plant. He rounded a corner and tripped over a branch that had fallen into the pathway. He growled in annoyance and turned around to scowl at the silly object that dared be in his way. But as he looked back, it wasn't a branch he'd tripped over but a small one of the faerie folk. Shocked, Shale shuffled closer and sniffed at it. He looked around quickly but saw no other fae around. He frowned down at the little thing which was obviously hurt; it was odd for the fae to leave one of their small ones alone. Knowing he may regret the decision later, Shale carefully picked up the little one and set them in his basket, and headed back to his cabin at a brisk pace.

Once home he set the little one down. After closer examination he concluded it was badly bruised and cut up but nothing mortal. He set to work quickly and whisked together a potion of light healing. After applying the potion he laid the little one on a pillow and set to organizing and categorizing his herbs.

That night Shale gave the fae one more small dose of the healing potion then headed off to bed. By morning the fae was gone and no trace of it remained. Shale went about his normal routine certain the little fae was fine and back with its people.

A few days later he found a small boquet of flowers (Asters, Hydrangeas, Ivy, and Roses) on his door step.