#character: orphel

[blackhazefanblog]

I tried making Black Haze girls on the Pastel Girl (doll dress up) app. I know some of them may not look quite close enough, but it was the best I could do with the limited colours and options I had.

Alternately, think of it as my take on what some of the girls’ casual wear would be like. XD

Feel free to use as icons or wallpaper! 

Pt 1 | Pt 2

[benmiff]

The Ritual And The Apprentice

Timejumping again (this time to about twenty-five years before The Dress And The Ball) to a happier time.

Abbellia

I was woken by the knocking of wood on glass, an insistent tapping against the glass of my window pane from the long rod that the knocker waiting in the street below carried through the streets dimly lit by the barely risen sun. I still had not gotten used to being woken in such a manner, and rose to my feet unsteadily, shuffling over to the window to waive the young lad away to continue his rounds. The fog of sleep started to clear, and I recalled that I would need to pay him his weekly fee tomorrow as I heard him tap on the next window down the street. Until recently it would have been my last apprentice who would have been waking me, an energetic young wood elf called Orphel whose optimism was only matched by his unrelenting joy in everything he saw; he had bothered me for two solid weeks before I finally acquiesced to take him on, and it had been a long seventeen years until a month ago when he had finally proven himself to be competent enough to practice independently. After leaving my tutelage he had rapidly been recruited into House Kalis, attracting their attention with a few avant-garde pieces he had made during his apprenticeship and cementing his worth in their eyes with the masterpiece that had earned him his independence; he had made a set of four different outfits, one for each of season, and had woven in plants that only flowered in the relevant season before enchanting the dresses to create their own small climate to further demonstrate the theme. I warned him that while the work was good they would likely prove too aggravating to wear in practice, but word got out and Pelhure gave them such an enthusiastic welcome that even if I wanted to hold him back the general consensus would have forced me to release him; clearly, he had learnt to read the mood of the city and identified a hidden trend I had not yet seen coming up. I had offered him a few contacts and a small amount of coin to establish himself as an independent but the House had offered him fanciful opportunities and silver tongued promises that he would retain creative freedom out at the edges of whatever fanciful new design or idea he wished to explore next. Orphel had always sought to run before he had learnt to walk and sometimes even before he had learnt to crawl, never being satisfied with whatever lesson was at hand and ever pushing for the next technique to learn despite not having fully mastered the previous skill; House Kalis had done their research well and pitched exactly what he had wanted to hear, and the last I had heard he was now being shipped around the various small islands and fashion shops they had strewn all over Uso’s coast in order to fuel his muse into some new style or inspired design.

I suspected I would not see Orphel again except at one of the few mandatory events that occurred each year that any designer who mattered had to be seen at, and perhaps it would not even be that often; the Winter’s Ball and the Flower Show would never go out of fashion, but the Shipping Race in the spring had long been losing importance and was only kept alive by a few vested interests in House Almaz and House Kalis. I assumed that whoever had recruited him would probably arrange to have him hidden away in one of their more remote fashion shops sooner or later, keeping him away from Pelhure and the potential danger posed by the other Houses’ corrupting influence upon him. I was ready to move on as well, having grown tired of living alone once more quite rapidly; I needed a new apprentice, someone to do all the little jobs that needed doing but that would occupy too much of my time to complete and someone to talk to and work with when teasing out one of my more recalcitrant ideas. I had put out the word a week after Orphel had left my care stating that I was looking for a new apprentice, and had already seen two sets of hopeful students since then; none of them were suitable options, all lacking one personal attribute or another whose absence would ultimately fail them and their ambitions. Still, I had another five who had presented themselves to me as possible students and given enough of a passable first impression that I was willing to spend some time to look into them a little further; today was the first test for all of them in order to see whether or not they would fulfil the requirements I had that needed to be met before I was willing to take them on.

I dressed formally, wanting to be certain to impress upon them the gravity of the situation they were in with sheer presence and style. A grey morning coat worn over a light blue silk waistcoat with a brilliant white shirt all conveyed an air of severe authority, and the darker blue tie crackled with patterns of shifting frost to compliment the effect neatly. My trousers were also grey, striped and firmly pressed with perfect creases, and I had polished my dress shoes the night before to a brilliant sheen. The final thing to complete the outfit was a neatly folded pocket square, a little test prepared for the group so that when I first met them I could see if any of them were forward enough to critique a flaw and whether they at least had a grounding in basic acceptable fashion such that I could winnow out any timewasters; my pocket square was the same dark blue fabric as my tie, carrying the same cracking and shifting frost enchantment and projecting the desired sense of contrived overthinking and sartorial uncertainty. I slipped the small iron bound pocket book and recently sharpened pencil I had left on my side table into the inside pocket of the morning coat, ready to fill the pages with my precise and tiny lettered writing. I had already noted down the names of each of the five I was going to meet that morning in my workshop downstairs, each name neatly written at the top of a pair of pages for notes on their appearance and demeanour for later review.

The hopefuls were due in about an hour, and that was enough time for a light breakfast before the days labour would begin. The street hawkers outside had already set up their stalls under cover of the dawning shadows ready for any early street traffic, loudly proffering their goods to any who passed regardless of how little interest they were showing; my workshop was situated in quite the busy district, near to Pelhure’s harbour and so within easy reach of numerous fabric sellers and other wholesalers of material and other necessary items, and the food stands made good business from the various workers that walked past on the way to their jobs as haulers or sailors or other such dock labourers. I purchased a roasted length of fatty pork sandwiched between two toasted chunks of rough seeded bread and slathered in sugared apple sauce from one of the cleaner looking stalls and returned to my workshop; once there, I unwrapped the waxed paper to eat the meal, careful not to dirty the tables with grease or toasted crumbs, and once I was satiated I set about readying the main test I would use to determine the calibre of my applicants.

I had half an hour before the five hopefuls arrived and the time did not pass exceptionally quickly; a few light sketches in the back of the pocket book of possible ideas and embellishments kept me lightly occupied while I waited, but I could not easily sink into design and inspiration when I knew it would be interrupted before I really got immersed in the creative process. Ultimately, the sketches would be discarded as better ideas came along; they were basic and derivative designs and far from the usual quality of work I strive to produce, but the exercise did at least clarify that I had run the course of interesting ideas on what to do with the rest of the bolt of rough denim which had been used in a number of my recent designs to evoke a more earthy tone.

The first potential apprentice arrived about ten minutes early, a young dark elf named Celine. She clearly had arrived in Pelhure with limited resources, and her style had obviously been constrained by what she had available to her; the signs of hope that she would find something before she ran out of funds was not uncommon amongst newcomers, with the rumours that Pelhure could make you a star readily being absorbed by hopefuls. The rumours never mentioned how high the failure rate, was, and if I had to bet I would have said that all she possessed was in the large shoulder bag she had set down just inside the workshop’s entrance as she made her way in. No doubt she would grasp any opportunity that I would give her, though there was an edge of confidence to her that showed she was sure that I would offer something significant. The cloth of her dress was a simple thick cotton stained a plain blue, but she had made cuts along the sleeves to open up a number of long lines that went along the arm, showing the grey skin underneath without drawing undue attention to the long scar running down her right arm; more work had been done on the main skirt to stitch in numerous pleats to bring the dress in closer to the legs while leaving enough freedom that she could move without risking tripping over. She had managed to make something passable out of simple materials, which at the least boded well for her creativity. Her hair was tied up into a neat bun, obviously put up that way in an attempt to appear serious, but the carved wooden butterflies at the end of the long pin keeping the hair up was a nice touch. Ultimately, it was a reasonable first impression, and I invited her in to wait for the others to arrive.

As we waited, Celine sat politely, and I saw her gaze cross my pocket square and tie without comment; the only sign she had even registered anything of note was a briefly raised eyebrow before she dismissed it as not worth bringing up. Disappointing, but not a surprise, given she sat primly and likely did not want to risk offence this early into the interview. She seemed more interested in the contents of my workshop, looking with mostly concealed awe at all the various tools that were around the room that she quite obviously wanted to get to use.

“Look closer if you wish,” I said with a motion of my hand, and Celine went over to the storage racks, fingers running over the tools, and soon the ten minutes had passed. Nobody else had arrived, and I looked out into the street in case one of the others was rushing up the cobbles, but there was no-one. Unusual, given my stature, as most would not willingly pass up an opportunity for apprenticeship from someone of my repute; Pelhure was a city that did not give second chances or many chances at all, and to succeed one had to seize every opportunity one could. It was telling that Celine did not seem all that surprised that the others had failed to turn up when I said we would wait a further five minutes before beginning, only proffering an offhand comment that they perhaps had fallen ill and were unable to attend; later investigations of mine showed that they had all come down with some kind of violent food poisoning that passed within a few days but that had left them unable to move in the meantime, a discovery that only made things more suspect. Celine was either uncannily lucky or had arranged for the illnesses, and either circumstance was a good sign in a potential apprentice; luck never goes amiss, and if she was eager enough remove her competition it meant she would at the very least be invested in her studies and able to handle the social pressure a Pelhurian apprenticeship could bring. First, though, I needed to administer the test, ensure that she had the other traits that she had to have if any of this was to be worthwhile.

“Since you’re the only one here, this test will be a one on one test. I’ll demonstrate, and then you need to replicate my actions as accurately as possible afterwards. Precision is key here; I need to know you can be taught,” I said, indicating the various items I had laid out in front of me. “I picked up this particular ritual on one of my travels. Preparation of coffee, but there’s a lot of detail and a lot of steps, so you’ll need to pay close attention.”

With the warning given, I began. Zilean coffee beans had to be measured precisely and ground to the correct consistency in mortar and pestle while the water was heated over a fire to the correct temperature; while these two things were being prepared, one also had to begin to melt down the sugar slowly without letting it overheat to get a perfect caramel, timing things right so that one could infuse vanilla into cream before adding it to the caramel for the flavouring sauce. Once the beans were of the appropriate consistency and the water was at the right temperature (hot but not quite boiling), they need to be added to the heavy copper brewing pot and left to brew for just the right length of time while the caramel cream was carefully dotted at the bottom of each of the fine china cups ready for pouring. Finally, the coffee itself had to be poured, a precise amount into each cup difficult to achieve with the weight of the brewing pot, and a number of differing levels depending on preference of how milky one wanted the coffee. Finally, an appropriate amount of milk in a small jug for each coffee, and then the tray of cups arranged precisely right and presented to the recipient after waiting exactly the right length of time to let the caramel vanilla sauce infuse into the poured drinks.

Celine’s attempt was not unreasonable for a first attempt. She had been paying close attention, but it was a lot of information to take in on one pass, and many of the fine details had not been achieved to the exacting levels I intended to demand. Of course, that was very much one of the points of the test – nobody ever passed it perfectly, and nobody ever could. There was always some fault, something that I could pick out and use as my pretext for their failure. I emptied the cup with several deep mouthfuls, making her wait; perhaps a little cruel, but I couldn’t dismiss her immediately as that would spoil the real point of test. Once the cup was finally drained, I set it back down upon the tray and brushed down my lapels before nesting my fingers together to address her.

“The cream caramel dots were too large. The water was slightly too cold before being added to the brewing pot. The amount poured was not correct. The ground beans had an uneven consistency. All told, while you made a reasonable effort, your performance was not satisfactory. I won’t be taking you on. You may leave,” I said, freeing a hand to wave her away as I dismissed her, and as I spoke I saw a flash of anger cross Celine’s face before she smiled and recollected herself.

“Thank you for your time,” Celine said, trying to keep from gritted teeth as she spoke, and then she snatched up her bag and left.

- - -

That was not the end of it, of course. This was the true purpose of the test; it was not enough to be precise, or quick to learn, or creatively talented, or any of the various things that so many gossiping amateurs claimed were the foundations of the truly great designers. No – the ability I sought was far more vital; any apprentice of mine needed persistence, the ability to continue after a failure and not just give up. It was a rare asset with many who failed the coffee ritual choosing instead to simply go away and try to gain an apprenticeship with another lesser teacher now that they were unsure that they were as good as they had previously believed. Nevertheless, it was two days later that I learnt that Celine was definitely not going to give up following just a single refusal; she had the right spirit, and likely would not have given up until one of us went too far.

I had spent the two days after Celine’s test coming up with a new design, my previous sketches burnt in favour of a fresh start; I spent the rest of the first day walking through the markets, looking for a new fabric or button or something to inspire a new idea, and the second day experimenting with a batch of things that had caught my eye trying to assemble something special from the disparate elements. By the late evening I had assembled most of a design for an outfit, pinned up against the wooden frame at the back of my workshop, but it needed a little extra vim and vigour; the thick cords that ran along the seams were a pleasant contrast to the lighter grey of the dress but I knew that I had a store of elemental frost in one of my spare warehouses that I could use to add a glowing frost that would flow up and down the cords, giving it the finishing touch it would reach perfection with.

It was dark out in the streets and had been for a good couple of hours, but the warehouse was not far, and it took me all of five minutes to walk across the harbour front to reach the building. The store had been built from rough stone blocks that kept any salt from the sea from ruining the delicate items within, and the door was enchanted to let only me in; the handle responded to my touch to magically unlock itself, and I let myself in. The lights inside the building were already on as I entered, little elemental orbs of ice that glowed blue whenever anyone was inside the building; it was an early warning that someone else was present, something I thought was impossible with the enchanted door and the solid stone walls. Nevertheless, I was quite capable of handling a simple intruder, holding the sapphire ring on my right hand tightly before triggering the spell within to grow a large spike of ice jutting out from the gem and perfect for punching with. Now appropriately armed and ready for any potential confrontation, I moved into the main space, calling out as I did so.

“It would be best if you show yourself. This doesn’t need to end with your death.”

As soon as I spoke, I heard movement deeper in the warehouse, a scuffling of fabric and then leather hitting stone. I rushed forward towards the sound, trying to capture the interloper and so identify their motives, but I was too slow; she was up the wall and out through the hole she had made in the roof, a few tiles pried off carefully to let her gain access. There were defensive spells layered across the roof that meant she should have been frozen up there until morning, but clearly she had found some way to bypass them. Still, I had gotten a good look at her as she fled and it was obvious who she was; there was only one dark elf in Pelhure who would have any reason to be breaking in to my warehouse in particular. I went to where Celine had been to see if I could discover just what she had been doing that made her think she needed to break in, and as I approached I saw it lying there against a bolt of lace. She’d managed to make an outfit in only a couple of hours and with what she had found, and she couldn’t have known in advance what was going to be in here for her to use until she got in; she had taken a gamble with poor odds that she would be able to find enough material to be able to produce something to impress me, and while the work wasn’t finished what she had managed to achieve so far was a decent effort. There had been a bolt of red lace she had found along with a bolt of darker crimson cotton; the dark cotton had been cut to make a tight fitting dress while the lace had been sewn into a cage around that billowed around it. She had already begun the fine detail work when I had interrupted her, and some of the lace had already been animated; she had found a small shipment of minor air elementals she was using to make sure the lace knew how to flow and billow appropriately, a fairly impressive piece of magic for someone so young. I put the dress to one side, ready for it to be completed at a later date, and fetched my elemental frost before leaving, a new task now added to my mental list of things still to do quite near the top of the ordering.

Celine had not managed to leave any written message, and yet what she had done spoke by itself; she’d decided that she would show herself to be a worthwhile apprentice even if I didn’t want her to. She had passed the final test of persistence even if it was in an unexpected manner, and her work hadn’t been all that terrible either. All I had to do now was put out feelers to find where she was resting in Pelhure and get a message to her. I had temporarily forgotten my work, and the elemental frost could always be applied in the morning anyway; I had a letter to write, and so I spent the last hour of the evening writing the letter and getting it into the hands of someone who would get it to Celine.

“Celine,” the letter read. “Your latest demonstration of why you should be my apprentice was fairly rude, but I have reviewed the work and found it satisfactory up to a point. If you are still interested in the apprenticeship position, visit me at the workshop where you failed the coffee ritual test and we shall go from there. The work will be hard, and the hours long, but if you are willing to put in all you can then I can promise you will be a fine couturier by the end of it.”

“You will have to master the coffee ritual, though.”

- - -

The letter reached Celine three days later, and she turned up to my workshop the very next morning.

I am pleased to say she said yes, and that I have a new apprentice.

[abalonetea]

Meet The OC’s Week One -introduction

@yourocsbackstory thanks for this! it seems like fun ~

Character One - Finneus

   finnues is from wayward son, a sprawling high fantasy extravaganza that’s currently in the works. he’ s tall and skinny and has a big attitude. coming from a small village in the mountains where he worked mostly as a blacksmith, finneus, still young, is sent to a nearby city on an errand to deliver a book for a friend of a friend.    it’s his first time leaving home and a wonder he makes it to Orphel at all, as finneus is so horrible with directions, he couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag. he’s short tempered and a little childish and loves playing pranks. lot of street smarts but not particularly book smart.    in his own words, he’s “a fuck up on the fast track to getting his head bashed in by a mule”. other people, like the faunt that he befriends, would call him loyal, inspiring, and brave to a fault.     finneus never shies away from the fact that he doesn’t want to be a hero. he wants to go back home and tend his horses and dogs again. but when it’s obvious that isn’t a choice he can make (not unless he wants to lay doom on the whole land) finneus does try and step up.    he makes the hard decisions, even if they leave him struggling with nightmares and spending more nights at the bar than not.

Character Two - Eidel

   eidel is from follow you into the dark, a web comic that will eventually turn into a novelization. he’s a demon-esque forest beast that just wants to be your friend. before the start of the series, young Eidel is turned into the beast of braeberry woods, where it’s his job to steal enough souls to keep the forest alive and also try to keep peace between the creatures of the woods and the humans.    unfortunately, eidel isn’t very beastly. he can’t make deals, hasn’t picked a sigil, and would very much just like to make a few friends. lucky for him, not every human in braeberry is afraid of the dark, and some of the townsfolk eve welcome it.    or...should that be...unlucky for him?

   in his own words, he’s “lost and not worth a whole lot, but i’m trying to fix some mistakes” and in the words of other people, he’s shy, and quiet, and kind, and more giving than a demon has any right to be. getting close to him is like getting close to a deer, where there’s something awfully magic about the notion.

[zhongluong]

Got it, don’t steal from the dunmer.

Orphel’s not very good at fighting mages, by the way

(Orphel is his character)

[marlikesthings]

Well, since I feel like talking about my favorite mangas/manhwas/characters and I just learned black haze is going to (more than likely) be taking a longer hiatus, I decided to talk about it. Not surprisingly, I decided to talk about shicmuon and rood XD

One thing I like about black haze is how characters react when shicmuon is with rood. Or, when people doubt the black magician’s identity, but then they see shicmuon talk to him/fight him, and suddenly they are convinced he is blackie XD 

Here are some scenes that I love:

Chapter 85

Chapter 134: Context: Shicmuon (disguised as prince yumehen) finds rood. Ren thinks he is attracting unnecessary attention (as rood was hiding his identity as the black magician, and prince yumehen has no reason to visit rood nor does he knows him. The tower will definitely find it suspicious). Shicmuon almost ruined the mission. If people discover he is shicmuon, then they’ll know rood is the black magician. Still, this scene is funny jaja. Anyway, can we talk about how shicmuon is always able to find rood? Is it due to his powers? Or is there another reason?

Chapter 187: “That man really is the black magician”. What I like about this scene is that his majesty had already figured out the black magician was the man wearing the association robe, but duke nuadly only confirms/seems convinced after seeing shicmuon and rood fight/talk. 

Chapter 188

Bonus:

Chapter 103

Professor orphell is confused XD Well, I can’t blame him, even I want to know why shicmuon is so obsessed with rood. I know shicmuon likes how strong rood is, but as I’ve already said it before, I don’t think that’s all. 

Chapter 131

I think it’s amazing how convinced lanoste is that his son will definitely find rood.

[blackhazefanblog]

Black Haze: Hunger Games sim

I ran Black Haze characters through the Hunger Games simulator and the results were... something.

Caution: This is a randomised death battle generator so you have been warned; death and violence shall ensue... in text format.

(*The blue text are my own comments)

Everyone’s still alive so far.

Day one: Orphell’s dead. 💀

Miss Ren and Karina died. RIP

Mass death: Anna, Lapis, Gamode, Rubymonter, Tessiana, Lanoste, Lispen, Elzeble, Lidusis, Yumehen, Lin, Iel.

Deaths: Rood and Meredith

No one died besides the ones who are already dead.

Yuti died 💔

Dio, Shic and Linus died.

Chevel’s dead, only two left.

WE HAVE A WINNER! THE CROWN PRINCE! 🎉 

(Now I’m very worried about canon!!)

Final statistics:

Think this is worth doing again, or was once traumatising enough? lol 

[ghoul--chan]

last weeks black haze chap was a ride. so much was happening. Yuti has the first contract mark... some thought Shic had it, but i think most black haze fans would know that wouldn’t make much sense, the guy is way to reckless for something that important. also Shic got volleyballed by Lispen, now that’s something new, also Rood and Meredith’s reaction to that, Priceless XD.

orphell is still possessed maybe... seems the most likely... please be possessed, you were a nice change of character from most of the Tower people... who are crazy sicko’s. and one of them just will not die.

Tessiana continues to be one of the most badass females in the series.

Rood now really wants to learn about Raven and DemonBro (unofficial names given by fandom, except Rood... though the spelling of it is debatable, Rood has been in use since the start so changing it now will only mess with the already tiny fandom), to tell the truth, i really want to know more about the two Demon Brothers to, especially Raven... i just really like that dude... and probably draw him way too much.

also it was nice to see Van in action, he makes a good shield according to Lanoste, and well he probed that... no wonder he is usually around Shic allot, because that guy is a disaster when left alone.

also Mistery Princess we finally know her role in this. at least part of it... what’s her name even? what was her relation to Raven? were they lovers? just friends? something? also what is Raven’s name? somewhere they mentioned Blow but that’s the awakened name of Rood, seems kinda anticlimactic to have them have the same name... though it kinda makes sense... i feel like it would be better if Blow was only part of the name. i really have too many questions on this.

also there will be no more magicians is the first contract seal were to be broken... that’s bad.

o yeah Rood is tired be being called king, because really he knows little to nothing. but Rood you saw some of Raven’s memories, i think it’s safe to say you either are him, or at least part of you matches, and your awakened form looks suspiciously like Raven, not to mention the demon eyes. Rood face the flippin facts, you are somewhat the same guy, whether you are the original Rood revived, or Raven taking on the identity, or a mix of both, you are still that Ass kicking protagonist on the shorter side that we all know and love.

[brainpanstudio]

Age of Innocence: Character Four

Age of Innocence: Character Four

Project: Age of Innocence Category: Character Design Insight: Orphel is yet to utter his first human word. Yet he talks to the insects. He talks about dew drops and rainbow spots and those evil bluejays. He likes to listen to the clouds and wait for the rain. Brainpan Studio | Facebook | Twitter | Youtube | Instagram  

[abalonetea]

💝 for the ask thingie - your fav character arc :)

ahhh thank you! i’m going to use wayward son for this, and not count finneus because he’s the main character and, well, the whole book is his character arc!

i would say that zeffer’s is my favorite! she was originally just supposed to be a background member for the army of orphel, but has since developed to be one of my favorite oc’s!

her character arc heavily revolves around found family, coming to terms with the past, and facing down the future. zeffer goes from only sticking around because she owes finneus, to staying and fighting the gods of the land because she genuinely cares for the people in their little sect of the army, and she doesn’t want to see them get hurt.

[abalonetea]

⭐⭐⭐

three stars!!!! three characters!!!! love ya, boo!

character one - zeffer!

1) she’s missing a finger!

2) her favorite stories to tell are actually bits and pieces of dwarven lore that are Not Meant For Sharing but she just doesn’t care

3) 10/10 will go have a drink with you 

4) likes slinging her arm around people’s waists when she talks to them

5) her braid means “warrior” and “leader”. it’s a recent style, one adapted only shortly before meeting finneus and the other members of the army of orphel

character two - eidel!

1) he knows that there’s something wrong with the deer in braeberry woods

2) the monster in the corn field is Not A Friend

3) before now, he didn’t have any friends. eidel doesn’t want to lose them. he doesn’t want the white deer to find out that he’s been leaving the forest.

4) eidel is afraid of the dark

5) chocolate is amazing and he loves it very much

character three - lorit! he’s one of the main characters in of the gods!

1) considered very well off as far as money’s concerned

2) has prosthetic limbs; a rarity and huge expense in that world

3) very charismatic. can talk his way into or out of most anything

4) there aren’t many places in the world that he hasn’t been, and there aren’t many spirits that he hasn’t seen - or hunted

5) 10/10 thinks humans are scum

[abalonetea]

💛 + 💝

💛: what is the title based on?

Wayward Son - the song Carry On by Kansas!

💝: who has your favorite character arch? give a brief summary

Wayward Son - hnnng i’m not including Finneus because he’s the main character and I think that would be a cheating answer xD

i’ll go with Zeffer instead! she originally only joins the Army of Orphel because she owes Finneus a blood debt; he saved her life, and now she has to save his. However, as time passes, she discovers that he’s really just a kid. Not a leader, not a warrior, not a messiah sent by deities that have cursed the world rather than bless it. A kid. So she decides that, though her debt is paid, she’s going to stay! her character arc focuses heavily on found family and overcoming your past to live for the future.

[blackhazefanblog]

If his magic is something we've already seen in the story, my best guess is that it's the ability to materialise his mana as a physical weapon.

Examples:

We see him use his magic like a cross-shaped polearm a lot

We see him do this constantly for practically the whole series

He also created several projecting spear-like stakes one time

And used it like a gigantic whip against Ruby

And even turned it into a scythe, spinning it in a circle to cut Aravesk's tentacles

We see other characters like Shic throw their mana around plenty, but not quite solidly materialise or manipulate it the way Blow does. So this could very well be his special ability.

Even with other characters fighting the same enemies in the same circumstances, he's the only one who uses his magic quite like this (Shic in similar situations is only seen using his magic circles to create explosions / barriers), and we don't really see any other characters do what Blow does with his magic.

Except for two others.

Rubymonter materialises her magic as a spear on a few occasions (Blow squarely refers to it as a black "spear" when telling Orphell about it).

We also see Lispen quite memorably manifest his magic as a sword, with Rood referring to it as such as well.

... And both characters were using demonic King's power.

It makes me think that it's an ability connected to the King's powers which was manifested in Blow's magic as well; which may or may not have been interpreted to be his special ability by other humans.

Thank you for coming to this episode of "I should really go to sleep now." Good night.

Guys, it just occurred to me.. have we ever seen Blow's special magic ability?? What was it? Did I miss it???