Raphael

Defensive, hesitant Observe a lot Late copy… then surprise Fighting with fear… but with almost instinctive precision When he is cornered… His gaze changes. And for a moment… It feels like he's no longer the one watching.

The Magic of Assimilation A magic that no one notices… until it’s too late. 👉 Raphael can reproduce any magic he sees But : He must understand the fate (instinctively or with effort) The more complex the magic, the more tired he gets. He doesn't yet have a handle on what he's copying. At first… It looks like a clumsy imitation. But in reality… It's a living library of magic.

Born in a forgotten village, where even magic seems tired of existing… He lived with his mother, who was gentle, loving… and condemned by poverty. Five brothers and sisters. Too many mouths. Not enough bread. Hunger has sculpted his face. The illness took her mother. The day he receives his grimoire… he does not smile. He leaves. Not for glory. Not to become strong. But so that he would never again see that weakened look in the eyes of those he loved.

Age: 16 Height: 1.65m Origin: abandoned village on the borders of the Clover Kingdom Status: Commoner Grimoire: three-leaf clover

Raphael has this… disturbing beauty. Not the kind that attracts. The kind that makes you uncomfortable. Her silver hair cascades down to her buttocks like a silent waterfall. Her turquoise eyes seem too pure for this world. His thin, pink lips betray a gentleness he doesn't acknowledge. And yet… her face remains neutral. As if life had already taken everything from him. As if smiling was a luxury he could no longer afford.

So shy that she avoids eye contact He trembles when you talk to him Feels inferior to everyone, especially the nobles Speaks little, thinks too much With an almost painful kindness