[Liethell]

(That's still pretty cool! I never played those games before though. My idea of magic comes from an old rp group I used to be in. If you think you can't work with a particular aspect of the rp and the way I think of magic, just tell me!)

Liethell beams. This young man is showing so much interest in him and his story, it makes him swell with a sort of joy. It helps he's attractive too.
"Well," He starts off, leaning a little on Vincent, "I was still just a kid, really. I was nineteen, but I was a kid. I didn't know how to control my powers, and it would take me a while to learn. My powers are based off healing, so I never truly hurt anyone. Not permanently anyways. I did hurt myself a lot. I wouldn't have this scar," He pats his chest and stomach, "If I didn't have the boneheaded idea to try and heal it all by myself. I also used to have a very bad habit of glowing at bad times. I disrupted a movie in a theater that way, once. I was humiliated." He laughs at his folly, a distant look in his eyes. His face carries a kind of sadness on it.

"At some point, I got the hang of healing, but I didn't know how to control myself. I didn't know how powerful my light could be. I blinded myself over a period of months. It was slow and terrifying, I didn't know what to do. I had vision all my life and to suddenly have to learn to live without it? That's a fear that no man should have to face.

"I'm much better about it now. But I can't heal my eyes, They've been busted for so long. I'm so glad to know my powers can help me work around it..." He begins to stare off in some spot in the distance. His ramble seems to be over, for now...