|Occupation||Falling in love with Intiates, Doing Blood Magic, Poisoning Arls. It's what I do.|
|Specialization||Best Blood Mage ever. Did you see how I knocked down the Knight-Commander?|
|Gear||Circle Robe and Circle Staff.|
|Behind the Mask|
Jowan walked amongst the many pews in the recluse in the Tower, where Mages, Templars, and Priests alike would come to pray to the Maker for guidance, wisdom, and forgiveness. But none of that rubbish was why he came. Jowan desperately needed to see her again. The one beautiful thing that made his life happy in this forsaken prison. He wasn't the best mage, he had few to no friends, yet she was his pride and glory. The only thing that could go into his mind at this moment. 'Lily'
They had a plan you see. A plan to escape this tower, run into the country side after destroying his phylactery. There he could enjoy freedom, enjoy life with Lily, away from the worries of the blighted Circle. And upon finding his star-crossed lover, they shared a fated kiss, promises of love, and gaining freedom renewed, every night. But Jowan left her side quicker this time. He admired her, his dazzling little treasure. But he could not let her know of what he had done, of the sin he had committed, lest the innocence in those gorgeous eyes fade to be replaced with scorn and terror.
That night, he left his lover's side, one hand covering a cut on his wrist.