Name: Daniel Sweeney
Age: 14
Year: 1st
Appearance: Very short and skinny for his age, standing at 5’ 3” and weighing only about 110 pounds. His skin is very pale due to his reclusive lifestyle. Many people call him creepy because his brown eyes look glassy and dead even without the dark circles underneath them. While he maintains decent hygiene habits, his mid-length brown hair is unkempt. Prefers baggy clothes with simple colors and details.
Personality: Daniel’s “weirdness” has kept him from making friends for most of his life. He’s quiet, but only out of habit. It would be wrong to call him a true loner because it’s mainly other people who avoid him instead of the other way around. In fact he doesn’t really understand the reasons why nobody talks to him. He does, however, realize that people are creeped out by him so he refrains from speaking or associating with people in general without a good reason.
Biography: Born to Mark Sweeney (a wealthy, light-skinned investor) and Tlalli Perdomo (a successful Ecuadorian immigrant), Daniel should’ve grown up a good religious boy like his parents, surrounded by friends and excelling in school. However it was apparent from an early age that he had inherited neither the social skills or brainpower of his parents. During the first few grades of elementary school he performed about average, and made a decent amount of friends, but as time went on he found himself unable to keep up and his peers cut ties with him one by one to move into the normal cliques and clubs. It wasn’t long before the boy was a struggling “loser” whom nobody wanted to be caught dead interacting with. Teachers didn’t trust him because of his sleepy gaze and bad grades so the child often took the blame for whatever mischief occurred during the day. His parents began to think of him as a problem child, which was a serious thing to Mark and Tlalli who felt the boy’s failures were their failures as well.

Throughout middle school Daniel became interested in Witchcraft after finding an old magic trick book, and collected tarot cards, Ouija boards, along with various other things associated with the occult which he kept secret from his Christian family. The feeling of having a private world, filled with things only he knew about, had a profound effect on the adolescent. One day, having been scolded by his father for the umpteenth time, he was told to “take a long, hard look at himself“. The boy took this as genuine advice and did as his dad said. Staring into the bedroom mirror, his frustrations and pain poured out of him, until finally he admitted to himself that he will probably never be able to connect with people and live a normal life. Gazing once more at his reflection, he was overcome with grief and the desire to turn away from his own image. But it wasn‘t Daniel who turned away -- His reflection looked to it’s left instead. He was amazed by the spectacle. The child tried willing his copy to do a myriad of simple things and it responded in kind, like an extension of his body. With a few minutes of experimentation he found that he could manipulate his reflection in the bathroom mirror, the sliding door, windows, and any other glass surface.

The next day Daniel noticed that the entire world seemed different. It was as if he could feel those around him as well as he could see them, an indescribable sixth sense that at first only served to disorient him. From time to time he would catch a glimpse of a strange person engaged in a bizarre activity, floating, bending at strange angles, having flaming eyes, etc. Reading thousands of pages of Wicken tomes tends to change one’s thought process, so instantly he thought them to be ghosts. The excitement was unbearable. If ghosts were real, like the books said, then what did that mean about all the magic he studied? Despite his enthusiasm, he remembered that the books described spirits as being dangerously unpredictable, so he decided to wait before attempting to make contact with the ghosts. Meanwhile he continued to explore and practice his abilities in secret, during the middle of the night in his bedroom, surrounded by Witchcraft books. Eventually he found himself able to manipulate glass in the same manner as his reflection, at the cost of lots and lots of energy. At this point he was beginning to think of this power and magic to be his calling in life. He carried glass with him everywhere, using it to entertain himself, constantly combining, dividing, shaping, and moving it in new ways.

A few months later, the then twelve year old boy walked towards his usual bus stop, examining his reflection in a small orb of glass he liked to carry. But before he turned the last corner, the image in the orb was illuminated in a fiery red light coming from somewhere behind the doppelganger. He saw himself get incinerated by a massive ball of fire, and from behind his actual self he heard a rumbling sound. Fearing the worst he leaped into the grass next to the sidewalk, and the fireball roared past him. There he saw a man in a black cloak, along with what appeared to be one of the more disturbing ghosts, looking amazed at him and the orb in his hand, before trying once again to fry Daniel. For some reason he felt exhausted, but he once again managed to dodge the attack. “Magic?!” was his first thought after avoiding the fireball. With all the energy he could muster he transformed the orb into a crude blade and threw it towards his assailant. The man was struck in the shoulder, and retreated with blood soaking into his shirt. Before breaking into a run, he stumbled and dropped a small black object onto the ground, and was far too panicked to turn and retrieve it. With a quick look around Daniel confirmed that nobody witnessed what just happened, so he caught his breath before examining what that man dropped. It was a black book covered in bizarre symbols he had never seen before. The writing looked like some sort of claw marks. He had missed his bus, but that didn't concern him, because this book was far more interesting than remedial math class.

That being said, he had no idea how to read it. The contents had little in common with any of his wicken books. But in his mind, he had still made a giant leap in progress, as he remembered that the man who attacked him was accompanied by one of the local ghosts. Perhaps that man was trying to use his soul for something? There was no way the boy could know, but he at least discovered that ghosts were, in fact, connected to the “real magic” that had captured his imagination since birth. (It also seemed as if foresight was within his abilities, but he couldn’t figure out how to trigger it again.) So he began to hunt down ghosts and destroy them with his powers, searching for the one who accompanied the attacker, and learning some techniques for eliminating spirits. The one he was searching for had made itself elusive, however, so he rampaged through Oklahoma City for almost a year and a half before coming across a group of similarly clothed men while pursuing a ghost.

For once he took the initiative and tried to speak with them. “I have a book you might be interested in. If you let me join you, and teach me about what it says in there, I have no problem with giving it back to you.” The men looked at him and laughed hysterically.
“Look at this kid! He wants to play with magic!” One said. “Think he’s the one whose been wiping out the ghosts? Bet he can’t handle the big leagues.” The man was right - Daniel was no match for them, and quickly fell unconscious from the pain of their torment. Luckily, it seemed a group of Omnivident were also on the trail of the ghosts, so the sorcerers had to flee or risk discovery. Daniel was hospitalized, and upon recovery the Omnivident who rescued him had him placed into Arclight Academy. The teen was delighted to be sent to a school dedicated to people like him. He was even more happy when he managed to sneak in the strange black book undetected.

Arte: Artes Vitri
Limits: (I’ll state the limits of your powers here and I’ll edit it as you character develops.)
Skill(s): Fairly experienced with low-level spirits.
Weapon(s): (Leave blank for now)
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