Evander Aschenwald

Michaelis and Aleksander Aschenwald are some of the most influential researchers and wizards in Regnum Aurelia, having been able to re-assemble many ancient pieces of machinery back into working order. Their marriage was inevitable, their minds complimented eachother so much, with Michaelis having a knack for machinery and mechanics, and Aleksander having a deep understanding for history and quantum acranum, with each having a respectable grasp in the other’s field in their own right.

They had a dream of a nuclear family, and an opportunity to further cement their dynasty of influence by having a child the best of both of them. His mother read textbooks and played classical music to him in utero, they performed prenatal, some pre-conception rituals to call upon the power of the celestial cosmos, all to give this child the best life they possibly could.

Then Michaelis gave birth to a dunce. Now, it is often said that there are different kinds of intelligence. Evander Aschenwald learned to walk way before other children, his fine motor skills were stunning, he grew up strong, quick, he never got sick, and had incredible reaction time and reflexes. It however, took way longer than other children for him to learn to speak, he didn’t grasp math, grammar, or arcanics very quickly.

When Evander was 4, by accident, though not that they’d ever admit it, Michaelis and Aleksander brought him a brother. Like Evander, Emory’s fine motor skills were stunning way too early, but unlike Emory, he said his first words at 7 months old, a full sentence if you believe Michaelis, “Pick me up!” Emory was quite the opposite in many way from his brother, he was lithe, sometimes sickly, and by all accounts, utterly brilliant. Whereas Evander was fiercely protective of his brother, Emory was occasionally incredibly cruel the way only young children can be. As such, Evander took the blame-either by choice or not- for much of the trouble the boys or Emory would get into.

When Evander was 12, and they were just starting their arcane studies, seeing Emory flying ahead of him in just simple incantations, the tension between him and his parents really started to grow, as well as some complicated feelings towards his brother.

His parents gifted him a luck stone to help him in his studies, and with that, hard work, some regular luck, and a non-zero amount of cheating, Evander made it into The Secta Scientia, the local college of arcane and general studies. All of those, along with some good old fashioned nepotism wasn’t quite enough to fake arcane aptitude, or remember the intricate sigils required, so he switched his major to arcane history and theory, and got assigned a new roommate who would prove vital in his passing of classes

Lucas Zabell, a shy, cute, short elf, bit of a nerd, was attending the school on a scholarship due to his innate magical prowess and intense thirst for knowledge. Lucas took an interest in Evander, scientifically and romantically (Though Evander is chronically Oblivious) and began to help him study. Lucas, upon doing some homework on basic identify and locate spells, sensed the intense connection Everett had to the planes through the circumstances of his birth. Seeing Evander scream and punch a wall trying to do his homework, Lucas offered to perform a ritual to try and strengthen that innate connection, maybe Evander could pull on otherworldly knowledge and understanding to pass. These experiments became a regular, somewhat intimate thing, involving giving Evander runic tattoos, smelling salts from the different planes, laying half naked in a circle while Lucas chanted in different languages. Nothing worked the way they wanted it to, but it did strengthen Evander’s connection to the planar tree in different ways, as shown by the world tree subclass.

Lucas thought he was obvious in his advances, and Evander in no way believed that a genius like Lucas would fall for a guy like him. Thus they danced around eachother in gay panic, never saying how they felt out loud.

Once he started, Emory was skating by practical magic AND theory classes, graduated early and before his brother with top marks, getting a seat high up on a local research committee assigned to the spellplague in Epida Amini.

With Lucas’ help, Evander, now 22, managed to just scrape by most of the classes needed for him to graduate with his degree, having to retake several, but somehow even getting a firm grasp on minor, even up to 3rd level magics. He just had Practical Arcanics 311- left to complete, and he would be well on his way. And then Lucas graduated. Lucas, at this point, still caring deeply for Evander, decided to move on and, after getting a high-paying job on the Archaeology and Magitech research council in Regnum Aurelia, he became one of the most eligible bachelors in academics, wooing all the boys and ladies but yet to commit to just one.

Evander’s family, furious and desperate, offered him one last chance. Join Emory’s research committee as an intern, and gain the practical magic credits needed. Fail at that, and well, don’t fail.

Evander’s team made him go with them to study some of Epida Amini’s active storms, and in one chance encounter, they needed to take samples and Evander, eager to impress, rushed in further than anyone else would dare to grab a sample of- he can’t even remember honestly, but one of the spell storms in Epida Amini remembered how satisfying and harmonious it was to be wielded by a proper mage, in proper spells, flew right into him.

To someone with barely enough know-how to cast a simple 4th level spell, the process of raw tangled magic trying to force its way into his mind was excruciating. It tried to fly out of his hands as Fabricate, came out of his mouth in a burst of Fire Ball and Charm Person.

Then it found his tattoos, his connection to the planes, and that connection in his body, eager to protect him, sucked all the excess magic out of him, shunting it someplace far off into who knows where. It kept going, the wild magic clinging to any ordered magic it could, to get a taste of harmony, until Evander was void of not only the errant magic, but all of the magic he had learned through blood sweat and tears from the last 5 years. His spellscar is less of an imprint of magic lying beneath the surface, but rather a strangled call of magic, far away, calling to its kin, a magnetic pull through a portal, a vacuum.

He met matteo somewhere

pictured- Evander, Emory, Lucas

AND HOWEVER THAT CAN TIE INTO WHERE WE START???!!!!???

Ally: Lucas Zabelle, Michaelis Aschenwald, Aleksander Aschenwald

Nemesis: Alwin Aschenwald, Michaelis Aschenwald, Aleksander Aschenwald