Foster is here to learn, not to.... to advertise, or show off. He avoids the food, all of it, very pointedly, but hovers around conversations and watches demonstrations with a kind of bright-eyed intensity that's always paired with an uncanny smile, or else manages to be accompanied by absolutely no facial expression at all.
His preferences are pretty obvious--flashy offensively oriented magics lose his interest immediately; long preparations or potion-making processes similarly disinterest him. If your form of magic is instantaneous in process, though or you're taking a really long time to explain something...
Foster really only has two things he likes in this world.
Instant gratification and excruciating puzzles.
Which one are you?
Outside
As per Strange's request, Foster has exiled his magic to the outdoors, where his blood will be absorbed into the snow and moon soil. He is actually reluctant to explain much, but will at least demonstrate the basics if asked. He's brought with him a lidded bucket, with mice in it.
His reluctance has multiple layers to it--some of it is simply an unwillingness to reveal the particulars of what he views as his magic, the one skill or knowledge that gives him any distinctive use, especially in light of the Carnival's surprisingly competitive magical environment. He doesn't like to reveal secrets under the best of conditions. It's the one thing he can generally be relied upon to do. Or not do, really. So asking about his magic will prompt him to open the bucket's top, making eye contact with whoever inquired about it as he reaches inside, swiftly trapping a little fawn-furred barn mouse in his curved ursine claws. He'll hold it like that, its tiny head pressed between the flatter sides of two black claws.
"Are you sure?"
[OOC Note: Whichever prompt you pick, he'll be wearing this with no jacket.
Foster van Denend | OTA! (CW: Necromancy)
Foster is here to learn, not to.... to advertise, or show off. He avoids the food, all of it, very pointedly, but hovers around conversations and watches demonstrations with a kind of bright-eyed intensity that's always paired with an uncanny smile, or else manages to be accompanied by absolutely no facial expression at all.
His preferences are pretty obvious--flashy offensively oriented magics lose his interest immediately; long preparations or potion-making processes similarly disinterest him. If your form of magic is instantaneous in process, though or you're taking a really long time to explain something...
Foster really only has two things he likes in this world.
Instant gratification and excruciating puzzles.
Which one are you?
Outside
As per Strange's request, Foster has exiled his magic to the outdoors, where his blood will be absorbed into the snow and moon soil. He is actually reluctant to explain much, but will at least demonstrate the basics if asked. He's brought with him a lidded bucket, with mice in it.
His reluctance has multiple layers to it--some of it is simply an unwillingness to reveal the particulars of what he views as his magic, the one skill or knowledge that gives him any distinctive use, especially in light of the Carnival's surprisingly competitive magical environment. He doesn't like to reveal secrets under the best of conditions. It's the one thing he can generally be relied upon to do. Or not do, really. So asking about his magic will prompt him to open the bucket's top, making eye contact with whoever inquired about it as he reaches inside, swiftly trapping a little fawn-furred barn mouse in his curved ursine claws. He'll hold it like that, its tiny head pressed between the flatter sides of two black claws.
"Are you sure?"
[OOC Note: Whichever prompt you pick, he'll be wearing this with no jacket.
His arms are furry, it's fine.]