From a young age Aburon showed signs that it was easier for them to sway the minds of others in their favor. Occasional spikes in power causing some lesser minds to become pained with the desire to bring the childs whims to fruition. This started to put them and their father on the witch hunter's radars.

When Aburon was around ten or twelve their father took them from the human city deep into the woods, and told them to run to where they felt pulled. They ran, and along the way lost sight of their father, wandering for a few days seeing strange things before eventually finding the city. Their general mannerisms pulled them towards the Dark Witch Sanctuary where they have been living ever since. Aburon is unaware if their father made it to the other city or if they are simply lost forever in the woods, though they have tried to find him quite a few times, but haven't been successful in their searches.

Aburon keeps a small locket in their home with a picture of their parents in it, and found out recently that their mother is a witch that lives in the Light Sanctuary. Unsure what to do with that information, not really wanting to be part of all the pristine, pomp and circumstance of the Light Sanctuary, they have sent letters but not gotten a reply back as to when they can meet. Turning instead to what they do love, fashion, and making a name for themselves in the garb of the area. Aburon hopes to one day be able to enchant the robes and general garb to aid in daily life or dangerous situations as it's only a matter of time before humans come to weak havoc upon the sanctuaries.

In the Sanctuaries Aburon did find a vessel to be bond with quite easily; Daemon was a cool breeze of a man, level headed and focused. Aburon and Daemon grew close over the 3 years they were together. Tragedy struck, however, with Aburon's gift lashing out in anger, causing Daemon to kill himself even though the words had not been meant. Aburon mourned, and buried Daemon in silence, planting the man's favorite flowers around a small marker for his grave. Though none, around the town know what really happened to Daemon, most assumed he simply left. His gift to sway people had backlashed in the worst possible way, and now he feared sometimes even talking normally with people.

He seeks a vessel with high potential, looking in their blood for proof that they can be great. He doesn't want someone he'll become attached to, or one that would push his buttons. His hurt over what he's done in the past weighs heavily on him, though they tried their best not to show it. Aburon puts on a calm face for his customers, fashion deserves praise and using his gift to sway people a little when they waver in buying a new item that truely suits them is his only form of practicing control. His heart aches for family, but perhaps he must prove himself worthy before family will consider looking upon him in any light. He pushes daily to be better at anything he can, sometimes pushing himself a bit too far and ending up passed out over cauldrons and ritual circles quite often.

Goals

Their primary goal is protection of those close to them, and to that end they enchant items (usually clothing) with protection spells, various resistances to weather or possibly even being seen (at higher levels), perhaps enchanting certain fabrics to light up dark spaces at some point. Whatever they feel is best to keep their vessel and potential allies safe.

• They're a bit kinky with certain spells, something about wanting to feel the magic on all it's levels...
• Aburon rarely smiles, but when they do they're often poked fun of for their dimples, though if they're smiling at you they usually don't mind the minor picking
• They don't actually know the exact day of their birthday, just that it is sometime in November.
• Aburon is an enchanter of more than just items, they enjoy the closeness and challenge with which enchanting a being has as well
• Their eyes work the same as an owls or hawks might, so they see quite clearly at night. They just attributes to Owl more because of their love of reading.