Name: Florizel Carstairs

Age: Twenty three

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual regarding romance, Asexual regarding sex

Ethnicity: British, though he has Slavic blood on his mother's side

Species: Human sorcerer

Love interest, if any: None at the moment, and he's not really interested in romance

Appearance: Florizel is considerably tall, taller than most males, and his physique is very thin and slender as a willow; he's underweight and scrawny due to eating less than the average person and he's bony. If one were to feel his abdomen, just under his chest, they'd soon realise how prominent his ribcage is and how it can be felt under his pale skin. However, touching him is a feat for he hates contact from strangers. On to facial features, he's very pale and sometimes glimmers white in harsh sunlight or moonlight. His face is thin and pointed, with exquisitely prominent cheekbones and finely carved features. His eyes are usually narrowed in his characteristic, solemn frown and are brown/yellow near to the pupil, then progress to a green shade until becoming darker upon the edge of the iris. His nose is triangular and delicate, adept at scenting various odours and, peculiarly, he's able to flare his nostrils. On to his hair; it is dark brown, and is short and quite spiky. His fringe has a habit of falling across his eyes in a manner he likes. For attire, he wears quite casual clothing; grey trousers, a casual white shirt and black belt, a black overcoat/trenchcoat over the shirt, a long navy blue scarf and black shoes with golden buckles

Personality: It is made perfectly clear, from first encounters, that Florizel is not a people's person. He's terribly withdrawn and can be described as antisocial, actively avoiding contact or conversation with strangers or the people he dislikes; there are many. He's a high functioning skeptic and will tend to criticise rather than compliment, unless he's in a good mood or particularly likes the thing he's currently looking at or speculating upon. Really, his criticism is just a way to cure his profound boredom, to entertain himself...and to make himself unique...because he believes that all people are different and that differences must be understood, encouraged and accepted. If you manage to become his acquaintance, Florizel proves to be perhaps overly protective, quite quirky and extremely skilled at singing, poetry and artwork. Yes, this skeptical youth loves to sing, and his poetry has the ability to bring forth tears. However, you need to have different qualities, for Florizel holds people to high opinions and only favours friendship upon those who suit him and whom he genuinely likes and would want to be friends with. Quite intelligent, observant and analytical, Florizel will often overthink situations and is always rather on edge for he observes a lot; he could even detect the movement of an ant out of the corner of his eye. He loves quizzes and intellectual puzzles, and may even ask random riddles if he's in a good mood. If illness causes him to become weary and detached from reality, Florizel may freak out due to his much relied upon senses becoming hazy and weak; he needs his eyes and ears. He's loving over animals and those few close to him, yet can seem callous towards strangers, for he does criticise too often; he laughs at very peculiar situations, finding falling things amusing and can laugh at completely the wrong moment...which he doesn't often find too awkward. Though not overly empathetic to some people, he is sensitive in the way that he can often feel if someone is upset, irritated, angry or feeling some other emotion; and he's often right. It's similar to a sixth sense. He becomes jealous quite easily, yet will expertly hide these feelings and remain calm as ever. He's skilled at appearing collected and cool, though within he may be turmoiling with strife. With his skepticism and coldness comes his temper; he tends to avoid violence and relies more upon his words for he lacks brawn. Yes, 'sticks and stones may break bones, but words can also hurt you'...he states often. He likes justice, and will endeavour to fight for it as passionately as he will fight for his beliefs and friends
Skills: When lacking in muscle and brawn, Florizel uses a mixture of wit, intelligence and his sorcery to defeat his foes...and it often works. He has the ability to look absolutely formidable when angry, and his nails hurt if they happen to lash out at you in rage. He's quite manipulative and callous, and can act very well indeed; his appearance often gets him out of trouble if he's caught out. He writes moving poetry, draws well and sings in an angelic voice. He's also analytical, very agile and uses his power well; he's a fast sprinter and can slip through tiny spaces due to his slender build. He's also discreet, and could get away with almost anything he does; with his charm and coyness
Flaws: He lacks social skills and brawn, thought he states that it doesn't matter tuppence. His cold and skeptical attitude often gives people the wrong impression and due to his quiet personality, he rarely gains proper friends and remains lonely. He's a terrible swimmer, suffers from an absurdly high alcohol intolerance and sometimes is able to suffer from acute panic attacks. If he over exerts himself whilst using his sorcery, he's liable to severely jeopardise his health
Powers/abilities, if any: He can channel the art of sorcery through his body, and thus manipulate it
Backstory: As a child, Florizel had a very privileged upbringing. His father was a wealthy man, a millionaire, and for the majority of Florizel's childhood, things went very well. However, Florizel was of a neurotic disposition, and would display various strains and symptoms of anxiety. As a baby and toddler, he was afraid of markets and cars, and this is still translated in his current dislike for loud places, crowds, and rowdy music. Then he was afraid of dogs, and would always run away from their pet, a cocker spaniel named Umka, named after a Russian cartoon character. He would have nightmares about a great, hellish dog crossed between a Rottweiler and a Saint Bernard, which haunted the back of a garden shed. At the end of each nightmare, Florizel would be chased and eaten by the large dog. This only stopped when Florizel, aged ten or so, made a muddy drink made from muddy water and flowers, and he left it in the garden overnight. When he came out the next day, the drink was finished, and Florizel claimed that the great spectral dog had drunk the drink, and that the drink had made him nice. That night, the nightmares ceased, and Florizel dreamt that the dog had indeed became kind, and then he had no more dreams about the dog.
When Florizel entered secondary school, his anxiety mounted, and manifested itself into a phobia about choking. Terrified that he was going to choke whenever he ate, Florizel basically ceased to eat, and was bordering upon the verge of anorexia for a month or so. His parents were frantic, and Florizel descended into a terrible state, where he'd lay in bed, read, sleep, or vomit due to the fear that something was stuck in his throat. Eventually, Florizel finally begun to eat more frequently, though this only included bananas, eggs, and soft buttered toast. He also became more active, and would go on walks, and cycle with his mother and younger sister. As the days passed, he grew a lot more confident, and varied his diet, the phobia leaving him.
He started secondary school, anxious due to the new environment.
During the first years at secondary school, the relationship between Florizel's parents fractured and broke, despite Florizel begging for the arguing and fighting to stop, and despite the fact that his parents always promised to stop their conflict. However, his parents divorced and lived separately. For the first few years, whilst in secondary school, Florizel lived with his mother and would visit his father.
When he was seventeen, his mother, his sister, and himself, visited Russia and stayed in a lodge within a vast woods. Due to his mother being Belarusian, Florizel and his mother and sister knew the Russian language, so they got on fairly well with the locals. One day, with the consent of his mother, Florizel decided to explore the forest himself, in order to see what animals he could find, and to maybe write poetry, as he found nature very inspiring. He walked for hours, then glimpsed a very tall wooden lodge which appeared to be hovering. He walked closer, curious, then realised that the wooden lodge was actually standing on large, long chicken legs. Florizel was astounded, for he had heard the legends and myths of the Russian Baba Yaga/ baba Yoshka, but whilst he had entertained himself with the idea, he hadn't believed them, due to his like for logicality. At first, he believed that the house was some form of art piece, but then the house started walking towards him upon its sturdy yet spindly chicken legs. It crouched, and appeared to scrutinise him. Meanwhile, Florizel was rendered muted with disbelief, and fear, for he had read that Baba Yaga didn't have the nicest of personalities. Also, part of him was suspended in utter disbelief.
Baba Yaga herself arrived in her mortar moments after, which was directed in flight by a pestle, and she landed in front of Florizel, looking, for some reason, ecstatic, and she was yelling a slew of Russian words.
Florizel, overwhelmed, promptly fell into a dead faint. He awoke later on a quilt bed, within the hag's house. Baba Yaga, realising that Russian wasn't Florizel's first language, spoke English, declaring that she had learnt all the languages in order to be prepared when she received an apprentice. She stated that Florizel had been the only person to penetrate through the facade she had created to shroud her existence and her house, and that this meant that Florizel was destined to be her apprentice. In all honesty, the hag who had been portrayed as an evil, terrible witch, seemed to merely be an elderly, wizened, strict yet kindly lady who was embellished with the art of sorcery.
Florizel was curious, and started to believe that the myths and legends had inaccurately described and depicted Baba Yaga. Then he asked if she really was serious about him becoming her apprentice. She replied that she was lonely, and that her legacy was destined to be spread to another person; the person who could see her house.
Recovering from his initial shock, Florizel felt intrigue and excitement. He had watched films, and had read many books describing sorcery, and he had always imagined what he could do if he possessed such abilities. Now, he was truly gifted with a chance to learn sorcery, and he wasn't going to throw it away.
Florizel agreed to be Baba Yaga's apprentice, but said that he had to return home before his mother grew worried.
The holiday spanned many months, and during this time, Florizel visited Baba Yaga each day, under the guise that he was exploring the forest, for he didn't think his mother would react favourably if told that he was receiving lessons in sorcery from a witch.
Whilst Baba Yaga taught Florizel everything she knew about sorcery, and how to perform spells and magic, and how to control certain elements, her talking cat grew jealous of the relationship between Florizel and Baba Yaga, for previously he had been Baba Yaga's favourite creature, until Florizel arrived. The cat begun plotting a way to belittle Florizel in front of Baba Yaga, so that she would cast Florizel away and no longer have anything to do with him.
On the last day of his holiday, Florizel visited Baba Yaga again, now fully capable of performing spells and sorcery. Baba Yaga told him that she was proud, and that he would carry on her great legacy. Then, rather enigmatically, she asked Florizel which part of his clothing he liked best. Bemused by this question, Florizel replied that he most liked his trench coat, as it had an air of mystery, sincerity, and intelligence. Baba Yaga replied that clothing made the best of companions due to their closeness to people. She took Florizel's coat, and bewitched it into a sentient being, with its own mind and personality. She told Florizel that the coat would be ever faithful, and would remain by Florizel like a dog, but that it was harder to destroy than an animal, and that it was more useful. She then confessed that she had taken the idea of sentient clothing from the cloak of levitation, which she had heard of from a fellow yet inferior witch.
Florizel was delighted with the gift, and bonded quickly with his faithful yet rather spirited coat. Whilst he was investigating the coat, Baba Yaga's cat leapt onto the table and whilst no one was looking, knocked over a candle, so that the flame begun licking at the wooden floorboards. The cat leapt outside to escape the flames, leaving Florizel and the hag inside, within the burning building. Before the house could be destroyed, Florizel, terrified and desiring to save his mentor, literally grabbed Baba Yaga and threw her outside into the garden. Then he created water, and manipulated the amount, using it to quench the flames. When the house had been saved, Florizel, drenched and shocked by the ordeal, stumbled out, and was subjected to baba Yaga's utter fury and sudden loathing. She believed that Florizel had knocked over the candle purposefully to kill her, and she was outraged that her kindness was being repaid with a murder attempt.
Florizel couldn't defend himself, for he hadn't seen the cat, so he believed that he might have accidentally nudged against the candle, causing it to fall and thus burn the house.
Baba Yaga, consumed with grief and rage, cast flames at Florizel, but his coat, sensing danger, flew him into the air, and zoomed off and away from the witch, thus effectively preserving it's owner's life.
Florizel was incredibly upset, but he could comprehend Baba Yaga's anger and accusation, so he decided to leave her be, and not infuriate her further. Before returning to his mother and sister, Florizel told the coat to behave like a normal piece of clothing, and it obliged.
At the age of eighteen, Florizel opted to start home tuition with his father, and study history, psychology and English for his A Level exams, having already taken a Russian A Level when he was younger. During these years, Florizel, secretly, experimented with his sorcery, and created new spells, pushing the limits.
He received good results in his A Levels, and, when aged twenty two, he left his parents and found his own home.
Other: He is on the autistic spectrum with traits of Aspergers, he has respiratory sinus arrhythmia, and he finds morbid entertainment and fascination in thinking about dark aspects such as torture and psychopathology
Superhero, villain, or citizen: At the moment, he's a citizen, but will likely join with the Avengers in the future
Alignment: Good