Essence Trapping

Essence trapping is only practiced by one race. This is the act of capturing the last essence of a person and capturing them in a gem. This gem can either be kept or implanted into a child between the age of 1-3 months. The child changes and is able to, in theory, become the person once again, without any of the memories. The magic itself is legal, but the act of implanting a gem into a child between the age of 0-3 months is illegal.

Ex. He looked down at the body of his wife. She seemed to shrivel a little more as the minutes passed. He hadn't been sure how long he had sat there. Days, weeks, minutes. It was endless, he wanted to be with her forever. He felt a slight a slight rumbling in his throat, he put his hand to his mouth and coughed up a thumb-sized golden gem. He smiled, she loved gold, and she loved the color of his eyes. He placed the gem to the center of her forehead. His eyes closed, and he thought of her as he mumbled his people's words. They flowed out, faster and faster, he knew them by heart. When his eyes opened his vision was blurred with tears. He held the now glowing gem close to his chest, his body racked with sobs. "Oh god, oh god..." He curled on the bed trying not to look at the now empty shell of a body. "We'll be together forever."

Runes

A rune is like a spell inked onto someone's skin. It is typically used either for protection, resistance, or curses. The people who administer are typically Magia Textor, herbalist, or crystal users. It's possible for anyone to administer Runes, but done poorly can cause significant problems for the wearer. For certain events or jobs, runes are not allowed, for example, athletes.

He shook up his last vial of red ink. He looked inside making sure that it was still sparkling before loading it into the tattoo machine. He flexed his cramping fingers, he'd really have to touch up the marking on his fingers. He could feel the arthritis trying to push through his finely done seals. He finished up the marking, it was simply adding a few small dots in the center of the wave he put on his customers arm. She evidently was a swimmer who had trouble not taking water up the nose. "You sure the sports committee won't call me out for illegality?" She asked him, he just shrugged. He wasn't exactly sure what she was thinking, being water resistant in water wouldn't make her a better swimmer. She'd just have trouble sinking at all. Good luck winning a swim contest when all you can do it float on your back like a log. But alas she was the customer, and he was a mute. He did what he was told and hoped that maybe it'd make a funny viral video later on. To solidify his point he put down his tattoo machine and picked up a glass of water. Without warning he splashed her, she flinched then blinked. The water slid off of her, but she wasn't wet at all. She beamed and stood up. "Thanks dude I owe you one." She took out her credit card, he snatched it from her hand and swiped it faster than she could say 'I want a refund'.

Puggalikatta

A type of magic that is significant to the religion of Samaya. Through a ritual the user picks an odd number of personality traits, one of which being positive. This number can not exceed nine. After the ritual is finished a creature is formed. The user has a specific amount of time to form a bond with the creature, and get the creature to accept and love the user. (ex. 3 personalities, 3 months). If successful, an item equal to the number of personalities will grow from the person. (ex. 3 personalities, 3 fox tales. Or 5 personalities, 5 halos. Or 7 personalities 7 wings). A user's ability is unique to whatever grows from them after a successful ritual. A user will never exceed more than 9 of these items. If the user is not able to get the creature to accept them in the given amount of time, the creature will attack them then go away.

She took a deep breath, she didn't exhale until she could feel the air sit at the bottom of her body. She opened her eyes, she had prepared everything perfectly, but her nerves were still getting the best of her. She thought of her master again, his seven beautiful tails. Elegant, powerful, magnificent. She could feel the envy prickling her skin. She would start with three, that was easy. "(magic phrase) envy, (magic phrase) hunger, (magic phrase) loyalty." She closed her eyes focusing and inscribing into the dirt exactly what she had spent so long practising. She felt a pull from deep within her chest but didn't open her eyes until she felt a warmth. She opened her eyes slowly, the scene in front of her blinding. A green mist settled in the middle of the circle a small cry came from the center of it. Slowly a scaly dragon began to form. It's claws were black, and it's teeth were yellow and crooked. It's eyes were shut tightly. Leaving only slits where eyelids should have been. It turned and faced her crying out, the hair on her arms stood on end. It was disgusting, it was terrifying, it was a part of her. And she couldn't help but love it. She reached out her hand to it. "Envy..." She whispered, it approached her slowly stopping at the tip of her finger. It sniffed once, then twice, the third time it opened its mouth. It clamped onto her index finger and pulled. She yelped and took her hand away. She had a long way to go.

Wordbending

The art of taking words off of a page and wrapping it around a figure to change its components or appearance. There are various levels of this. This various from word-bending to make coffee, to word bending to perform surgery.

Ex. "What did you say you wanted?" The customer repeated their order again. She nodded and popped her gun, scribbling the words down. She brought the paper to her mouth mumbling lowly, intelligible to the customers. The words began to hover above the words, she brought her hand towards the page making waving motions. The words floated with her. She dropped the page and made swirling with her fingers directing them a white piece of foam. The words wrapped tightly around the foam, squeezing it until it looked like it might pop. "(magic word)" There was a pop and the foam formed into a steaming cup of coffee. She picked up the cup and opened the top of the lid. "Damn, forgot the whipped cream."

Tawhil

The highly illegal art of combing creatures with other creatures. Particularly high problem with this in Prawana and various countries in Eswon. Tawhil is incredibly unpredictable, and the after-effects of combining are sometimes hard to control.

The woman tied her thick white hair into a ponytail. She smiled and spread her fingers apart, there was a weak meow from the cat on her table. It only fueled her excitement, the peacock looked confused but was still. She used her right hand and hovered a gentle light above the cat, with her other hand thin threads of magic began to form between. She tightened a strand between her thumb and her pinkie. She hovered it over the lower half of the cat and sliced through. There was a terrible screeching from the cat, but the light kept it completely still. The woman wiggled her fingers and the threads disappeared, she pushed the button of the cat on the floor and grabbed the peacock. She did the same magic with her fingers and cleanly cut through the peacocks neck. She made another cut at the very butt. She threw the rest of the body aside and put the end of the peacock to the rest of the now still cat. The threads between her fingers became thicker and she began to sew the animals together. When she finished she took a step back and slowly watched the color of the cat change. It stayed limp on the operating table, but it's chest rose slightly. She smiled to herself, there would be an especially happy customer.

Ennui

This is the practice of adding energy into things. This is especially tricky to master, it is much easier to add energy to inanimate objects. This can be used offensively as well. Putting enough energy into an item and projecting it, can make it explode. It is possible to add energy to people but it is much harder. It is especially hard to add enough energy to a human to make them, or a part of them explode.

"Focus," He mumbled to himself, "Focus and project." His hands ached terribly, and he felt his own energy depleted. It was all timing if he could get the timing perfect, he would be happy. He picked up another can, he watched magic waft around it making the item glow. He took a deep breath and threw it at the target. Quickly he balled his hand into a fist. He let out a yell and squeezed, the can turned a bright yellow for a satisfying moment and combusted. Shards of metal going everywhere. He covered his eyes with his arm for a moment and looked back when he heard the last piece of metal fall. He looked back at his work, a smile spreading across his face. A blackened mark was in the center of the target, proving the can had hit its target.

Sentimento Forzato

This is the practice of forcing others to feel certain things. Whether that be emotional or spiritual. Just because the person feels it doesn't mean that it is necessarily true. This used poorly causes a lot of mischief, specifically in sexual cases, and restaurants tricking clients. To initiate this, a regular user of this magic has to leave some sort of mark on the person they're targeting. But a truly great user of this magic can do it at short distances. It takes a certain level of finesse to make the transition seem seamless.

She cracked her knuckles and looked to her friend. "Watch this." She nodded her head towards an older looking woman. She focused on the small sticker she had put on the side of the woman's neck. She focused, rubbing her index finger and thumb together. The older woman began smiling, it was subtle at first. She then crossed her legs, her finger tapping on her knee. The older woman unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite. The girl excited the older woman's tastebuds, it was hard focusing on both. She began rubbing her index finger and thumb on her other hand as well. The older woman ate faster until the sandwich was completely gone. The older woman grabbed her handbag and crumpled the wrapper. She stood a bit straighter as she went along her way. The girl relaxed and her fingers stopped rubbing. She looked to her friend. "That's called talent Mija."

Hikitsukeru

The magic of attraction. This allows the user to attract physical things to themselves. Depending on your skill level and motivation it is possible to either make the item go through any material in its path to the user or go around obstacles to reach the user.

She played her feet firmly on the ground her hand sticking out. She heard her friends repeatedly say it wouldn't work. She didn't care, she had been training too damn long for this heist for it not to work. She gritted her teeth and let the green drifty ball float in her hand. She began to hear a horrible screeching noise. Her body felt heavy and she needed to inhale more air. She stopped herself from yelling, sweat began to grow at her temples. Her cheeks grew red but she began to hear a grumbling. With another burst of energy, her attraction got stronger. The wall finally gave way, there was a large screeching. Finally in front of her was a large metal safe, inching ever so much closer. She dropped her hand and the magic stopped flowing. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, her chest heaving but a smirk firmly planted. "Our paychecks just arrived."

Tokihanatsu

The magic of discharge. This allows the user to push away items from themselves, pushing them away. Depending on the skill level and motivation, things can be pushed away from the user in a number of directions.

He stood there, bloody, tattered, and surrounded by a ring of armed men. It was ridiculous to think guns could stop him. Or even deter him, he raised his hands slowly to his sides. Thick strands of magical energy flowing between them, the tips of his hair began to float. He waited, the thrums of the magic the loudest thing in the room. Finally, before he could take his second breath the first bullet was shot. He raised a finger and it was deterred away. As much as he would have liked to guide the bullet back into the man's skull, he didn't have the focus or the strength. More bullets shot out, now all were firing at once. He raised his arms and began moving them, and flicking fingers and wrists. They were all closing in on him too quickly, with each fired shot the men would take a step closer to him. Closing the circle around him smaller and smaller. The man took a breath, he urged them to take a step closer to him. Drops of sweat were falling into his eyes. As they stood 10 feet away from either side of him, he risked it. He took a second to gather energy and with a cry lashed it out throwing the men in either direction away from him. He felt a single stray bullet rip through side. He cried out, taking deep shaky breaths his hand going to his wound.

Oruzhiye

The magic of creating weapons solely through magic. The quality of the weapon depends on skill level of the user, and how strong their magic is at the time. Creating the weapon doesn't mean that the user is proficient in the weapon.

The man circled his opponent, the woman across from him held a real knife. The man scoffed inwardly he showed his open palm. He could envision the switchblade in his mind. His muscles quivered slightly, but he had full faith in his magical abilities. A small switchblade would be nothing to him. He let out a small grunt and the switchblade formed from strands of his magic. He smirked and popped the blade of the pink blade. He felt it in his hand, he turned it and began charging at the girl. Taking her by surprise. She didn't have time to react properly, she swung her knife wildly, he eased to the side and uppercut her with the knife. He stood directly in front of her, nose to nose. "How's that feel?" He whispered.

"Like a dull knife." She said back, she reached around stabbing into his neck with her own solid blade. The man gasped and his blade fell to the ground, it began to ebb into pink mist. "If you don't have the strength to make a sharp blade, don't make a blade at all." As the man died his switchblade disappeared, his eyes closed and his chest stopped rising.

Asti

These are just magical thread. They can be used to do a host of things. They are rarely ever permanently there and need to be controlled and dispelled by the user. They can be used in fighting, to keep things attached, and squeeze things. Asti is different because unlike other forms of magic, it can be performed whether you have the magic or not. And it will remain to suck at your life energy until it is dispelled.

The man groaned, he dragged himself to the opposite wall. His hand was firmly clamped onto his profusely bleeding side. His breath became fainter, and air seemed harder to find. He gave up on dragging and laid flat on his back. He knew he was weak, but the more his blood flowed out the weaker he felt. If he couldn't close the wound up, he would die. Alone, in some torn up street in Southern Eswon. He spread his fingers apart, mentally weaving string between them. When he looked at his hand light blue thread was flowing between them. He took a deep breath, his vision was blurry now. The magic itself was attempting to take away the last of his energy. He hovered his hand over the wound feeling the thread leave his fingers and thread between his wound forcing it closed. He wasn't sure what would kill him first, the lack of blood, or the thread. When the wound was closed, and the blood stopped flowing through he took a breath. He felt like shit, but he didn't feel like he was dying any faster. He picked his head up, if he could make it to a phone. He'd make it through the night.