Primary Magic

Illusionism _{(sapphire stone)}

Thus far, Pisces’ magic is confined towards the manipulations of one’s optical perceptions. Arguably more powerful at night, the fallen star prefers to use his abilities on the darkened sky. His favorite medium comes from the realm he had abandoned, he enjoys using the stars to create the images he desires to produce. It is with great effort and at the risk of exhaustion that he is able to do such feats during the daylit hours.

>His limitations are as follows: he must have seen the object he is attempting to conjure at least once. He is unable to pull from his imagination or create things with verbal instructions. Due to the optical nature of his abilities, touch and sound remain out of his reach. For now.

Secondary Magic

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There is no beginning. No past that can be ascertained from a life spent in service. Created to be the constellation of Pisces, he performed his duty well. The astrological symbol he’d preserved shaped many mortal beings. Although revered and held to a standard he could not keep his eyes from wandering. The world below held endless fascination for him. Love, hate, pain, and gain all pulled him farther and farther away from a life she should never have wanted to leave. Stories unfolded before him, full of life and promise and things that he knew he could never possess. Veering dangerously towards reckless longing he began to plot his escape.

He longed for his dreams to be brought to reality as he continued to make sense of the life that he craved for himself. Once a proud constellation, he had been reduced to resemble nothing but the rubble of his broken attention. One by one the stars that had once knit him together slowly faded into oblivion. Angered by his discontentment the sun and the moon conferred in a final attempt to keep him stuck where he belonged. Or, rather, where they thought he belonged. Only moments before the finale of his existence they decided to punish him by granting his wish.

Confusing, though their decision was, Pisces took their wrath in stride – suffering through the horror of his new birth. Torn from a place of great pride, they stuffed his soul into the body of an equine, one designed to confuse him. The process was painful as bit by bit he was ripped and torn and shredded to match the shell they had chosen for him. His final banishment was an act of cruelty and one they had hoped would stump him forever. Thrown into the Passage, they hoped to see him stuck there to serve out an eternal sentence.

Upon his back they erected a set of wings. A joke meant to remind him that, no matter how hard he might try, he could never return to them. Awake and breathing air for the first time, he found the tattoo of the constellation he had once been tied forever into his flesh and around his neck he wore a totem that held his soul. Now a creature of the land and sky, Pisces is in search of a new beginning in Caeleste.

Caeleste - Year 4

Pisces falls from the heavens directly into the soggy passage. Still reeling from his hasty descent, he hardly notices the approaching of another. Calypso presents herself innocently and the pair of them devise a plan to find their way out together. Exhausted, Pisces lowers his guard and falls asleep. Slumbering soundly, she takes her opportunity and steals from him the amulet that bears his soul. When he wakes he is startled to find her gone and goes to search for her. Swinging from a tree her moon amulet catches his eye and he retrieves it and puts it on. By wearing it he completes the bond. With no other hope of escape a guiding orb appears to him and takes him into the city. He is not there long when the giant tsunami is upon them. By some miracle he manages to escape by flying. Helplessly he watches beside the mare, Jezebel, as so many are swept away. As the water's recede, searing pain spits him from the skies. It lasts only seconds and he recovers with the overwhelming urge to look for Calypso. Jezebel at his side, they discover her dead and guarded by a mysterious stallion. He does not linger long, but before he departs he empties a vial into the lost mare's maw. Hopeless, Pisces too concedes that there is nothing to be done, but as he turns to leave he is startled to hear the familiar sound of Calypso's voice. She is not exactly happy to see them. After a brief conversation, Pisces and Jezebel depart to hear the words of Greeshma and to acknowledge the arrival of a new deity.

Caeleste - Year 5

Still reeling from the events of the city, Jezebel and he decide to flee to the land of Hemanta. There, they build a very strong bond. Despite the relaxation he finds in his relationship with her, he begins to feel the nagging sense that he should leave to find Calypso. Without saying goodbye, he begins his journey back to the city where he finds her pilfering and benefiting from the ruins that remain. They bicker. Exhasperated, he leaves her again realizing that she will have to come to her of her own accord. Returning to Hemanta, he pays a visit to the shrine of the winter deity and recieves his first sorcery stone.

Bathed in starlight, Pisces is the perfect representation of the night sky. Appearing transparent, in a way, the hues of his coat replicate the changing sky. Softly painted the color of him is everchanging. As the sky above fades his coat darkens and the twinkling dapples brighten. Most notably upon his neck he bears the constellation that represents the identity he’d once known. Often hidden by his mane of pale locks, he does not mind the anonymity. Entirely ethereal in appearance he looks as if he does not belong to this world, and he doesn’t. Built for speed and sport, he moves with confidence in every stride despite the newness of his limbs. Unbelievably strong and fast, he can reach impressive speeds and hold his own in a fight.

Crowning the crest of his head a horn compiled of pure glass curves to reach back towards his ears. Cut from the bend of the transparent spike a perfect crescent shape is cut from the bulk of it, leaving a hole where it had once been whole. Positioned ever so slightly lower before the first, another smaller point makes itself known. Similarly, his eyes appear to be made of the same element. Completely opaque, his orbs are a literal window to his soul. Like the other parts of him, however, the color changes with the night sky. Shifting from hues of pale blue to the darkest midnight, it is impossible to determine what it is that occupies his mind.

As a final touch to his hulking mass, Pisces was gifted with a set of billowy wings. Impressive in their size and the quality of its plumage, the massive wingspan only adds to his size. Although useless thus far, they are capable of carrying to great heights. If only he could learn to master them.