Antony Sovers
Age: 23ish,
Gender: Male
Appearance: he's tall and lank, not the most impressive male specimen. His hair is long to a point and it persistently gets in his eyes, which he doesn't seem to mind. He has gray eyes the color of a husky's fur, a simple nose and a strong jawline.
Personality: He is by all means, insane. Not in the obvious giggling madness way but the fact that he is a psychopath of the narcissistically aggressive kind. A sly cunning manipulative jerk that has a very difficult time experiencing emotion. He's a stoic that feels no remorse and no grief. And is willing to risk any life except his own, or one he deems equal to him. Although his grandiose sense of self worth defies the possibility of an "equal"
History: He's alone. He always has been, from the days when he wandered the streets with a gaggle of older children to now when he roams like some ghost who's lost its way. He was left at the doors of his aunt's home in the southern part of what used to be the Saharan desert, in a re inhabited town called Tombstone. She didn't accept him, and left him in the hands of the first person who asked to keep him. The first person was an elderly man named Nikolai, who cared for Antony for a while. At least until his capabilities were realized, Nikolai, as stupidly superstitious as he was kicked Ant out and left him to the fate of the world. He taught himself in the libraries, learning To read and write and do math. His logic was twisted by the books he read, the Mitchellan philosophies and the Warrior's Codex and others of that sane caliber until he learned one thing, Survival of the Fittest. He's found his way across the land, and to one of the cities that still remain, in an apartment he "adopted" from the previous owner. Located in a sort of new Chicago, where he's gathering those he can find to go with him to one of the canyons where he seeks to create a city unperturbed by the disruptions meet his own control. He's recruiting pilgrims to go to a new land, where the world is falling apart. He collects the citizens of a future haven, that he seeks to lord over.
Usual clothing: He's constantly in a simple black trench coat that goes down to his ankles, despite the fact that it makes him appear like someone out of a history book. Beneath it though is a simple dark gray vest and a white shirt worn with black pants, another one of his whims to appear out of the ordinary. On occasion he uses a cane, a pocket watch, or a scarf, but none at the same time unless it's drastic.
Element: Earth, and despite how much he practices and tries he cannot get plants to obey him, however the minerals and rocks and and silt and sand gladly bend to his command, because of his abilities with the grainier lands he's capable of manipulating glass since it really is only refined sand. His favorite toy is quicksand, because it swallows up whatever is dim witted to fall in it.
