Raito Colmillo [Sabertooth]

[Lucem]

Name

Raito Colmillo

Nickname/Title

Thunder Fang

Appearance

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Age

19

Gender

Male

Height

5'8"

Hair Color

Orange

Eye Color

Blue

Race

Human

Character Strengths

-Experience: Raito has seen many battles, despite his young age. He knows the heat of conflict and the risks involved

-Physical Strength and Magical Prowess: Raito is a highly skilled combatant, a threat to many with his capabilities pertaining to the use of Magic and simple strength

Iron will and Drive: Raito may have his shortcomings, but it is impossible to keep him down. Once he has set his mind to something, he will never budge, always focused on his goal

Selfless: While he can be easily annoyed by the words of others, Raito holds his guild members close and places them before himself. He can withstand insults directed towards himself, but the disrespect and harm of his family is unforgivable

Character Flaws

Temper: Raito has a short fuse that can be easily lit, causing problems for guild members as he lashes out at them and putting him at odd with others

Lack of confidence: The young man lacks confidence in himself and constantly doubts if he is the right person to be leading his guild. This remains as one of his greatest weaknesses, unsure of himself as he stands as Guild Master

-Lack of experience: While he may have experience on the battlefield, Raito is still a newly appointed Guild Master, not even a full year since taking the position

Personality

Upon meeting Raito, it becomes clear that he isn't the calmest of people. The young man is almost constantly yelling, an aggressive nature filling him as he speaks to others. This is mainly due to the rather short fuse he possesses.

Raito can be easily frustrated, causing him to lash out immediately when something unpleasant occurs or if he is insulted. Like a bomb waiting to go off, he is an explosive force to be wary of. This is something that all members are quite familiar with.

The Guild Master runs a tight shift, keeping everyone in line. Whenever someone screws up, he does not hesitate to chew them out, dealing out harsh words with his usual volume. He makes sure that others see the error of their ways, making him seem rude or as an uncaring individual that lacks sensitivity.

If the former behavior displayed seems bad, it is far worse in the presence of other guilds. Not only does Raito retain his usual aggression, but he walks with an air of superiority as well. Sabertooth is the best and everyone else is beneath. It is an arrogant attitude that is born from nothing. An overwhelming confidence fills him, acting as a ruler of the greatest empire. However, it is nothing more than a facade.

The confidence he displays is nothing more than an act he puts on to hide his true emotions, that he is nervous and scared beneath the tough play. It is a worry that he will never measure up, dragging the guild down with his position. His young age fills others with doubt, wondering if he is truly fit for the position. He wonders the same thing himself.

Along with the lack of confidence, Raito carries a great degree of guilt. He holds himself responsible for what happened to Sabertooth and the previous Guild Master. He considers it to be his greatest failure, the reason for all the bad that has befallen. It was this guilty conscience that led to his change.

He couldn't allow Sabertooth to appear weak after the devastating attack by Echidna, leading him to create the cocky persona. It is false, something he was forced to create in order to protect the image and reputation made by his predecessor. It is for this reason that he is so harsh on the members of his guild.

The former Guild Master always kept things in order, retaining a kind heart along with a strict personality when it came to important matters. Raito does the same, keeping everyone straight and in top shape. However, it is easier said than done.

With certain members known for acting out and causing damage, it is difficult to handle all at once. He is always busy, filling out paperwork and chewing out the people responsible. As a result, Raito is constantly stressed, surprising that his hairs had not yet grayed. This is well-known, always seen fussing while releasing a groan of irritation. It is a difficult position, one that he did not choose. However, he would never give it up.

Despite his anger and somewhat insensitive way of dealing with others, Raito loves Sabertooth dearly. He even loves the members that get on his nerves. Beneath the tough act, there is unrivaled kindness.

While he may be harsh, Raito is always willing to help his members and listen to their problems. There is nothing he wouldn't do for them, even if it may not seem like it. It is not just his job as a Guild Master to support them, but as a family member as well. Despite his willingness to lend aid, Raito denies all appreciation. Along with his kindness, there is another side that he heavily suppresses. The young man is easily embarrassed.

Raito doesn't do well with having his actions acknowledged, never voicing his true feelings and denying them when he is put on the spot. He doesn't always do a great job of hiding his flushed face, others pointing it out before a violent reaction occurs. This embarrassment is prevalent outside of the guild as well, along with the kindness he attempts to hide.

While he does remain arrogant and continues preach that Sabertooth is far superior to other guilds, he will still come to their aid, using the excuse that it is the job of the strong to help out the useless and weak. In addition, the young man has a soft spot in his heart for Fairy Tail. As a fellow sufferer of Echidna's wrath, Raito does his best to make sure that the guild is alright and will do whatever he can to lend them strength. However, he will never admit this, making excuses and reminding them that Sabertooth remains the best that there is.

No matter how much he hides his true feelings, it is obvious that Raito treasures Sabertooth. He will never tolerate the disrespect the guild loved by him and the Master that came before. Even the calm and respectful attitude he is capable of maintaining during important business is thrown away when his family is disrespected. The enemies of even just one member become his enemies as well.

Those that dare to lay a hand on his guild or his precious comrades are exposed to a greater anger than anything he has ever displayed. An overpowering force with unrelenting aggression, Raito embodies the aspects of the guild he diligently protects. All will fall in the pursuit of keeping his friends safe.

More than anything, Raito holds the memories of the former Guild Master close to his heart. They were the reason he was given the title and it is out of respect he continues to hold it. He will continue their legacy, return Sabertooth to its former glory no matter the cost, whether putting up a front or eliminating every enemy himself. He will never allow tragedy to fall on his precious family and their home again.

Likes

-Sabertooth

-Training

-Helping others

-Compliance

Dislikes

-Paperwork

-Weakness

-Displaying kindness

-Pushy people

-Idiocy

-Slackers

-Reckless behavior

-Liars

-Being used

Hobbies

Training

Biography

Far away from the borders of Fiore, there lied a land surrounded by water, isolated from the rest of the world. Its soil held no life, land barren and only offering smooth sand as dry as the throats of the people that lived there. Starvation spread like disease, claiming lives of both old and young, men and women. Prayers for rain were unanswered, growls of stomachs far more intense than roars that belonged to beasts, the only ones capable of surviving the wastes as they claimed their weak prey. Soon, not even those creatures would be able to last, the number of dead rising with each passing day, bodies settling beneath the desert environment.

These problems did not go unnoticed, far too large to pass by even the most unobservant eye. The scent of death and the ear-piercing cries spread all over, even to the ones that watched over the dying land of Monopole. They were leaders, individuals meant to reign and lead the suffering people to prosperity. In place of such noble pursuits, there was only an iron fist of authority, strict laws and punishments harsher than the raging sun. Complaints were ignored or quickly subdued, those that acted out to suffer a fate worse than anything else. Even those that dared to steal from the small percent of the population that lived with full stomachs were never heard from again.

As time went by, the voices stopped, complaints and prayers to vanish. They could no longer cry out, their bodies worn and tongues dried. The people were nothing more than living corpses, merely waiting face-down in the sand until the true end would come, to embrace sweet release. There was nothing. They had given up. That was when he came.

A man that emerged from their own people appeared, a new force awakening. By his hand, green would replace familiar brown, crops to fill the vacant land. Time would pass in an instant, a controlled flow that offered help where it was needed most. Not even the foreign liquid would remain absent from their lives, a mere wave to cause a vast shower to wash over their cracked skin. It was not only the rain that caused their bodies to become wet, tears to well upon seeing storm clouds for the first time. No longer did they cry out of sadness, but joy. They would dance, laughter and tears to fill the environment as food did their bodies. It was thanks to him that such a miracle occurred, the one they praised as a god. Sergei had saved them.

Despite how they kneeled in his presence, Sergei was no god, only a man. However, he was a man capable of many things, one endowed with great power. It was this power that allowed him to aid those in need, to right wrongs. He discovered it within himself when it was needed most, learned to master it for the greater good after living among the poor and sick. It went by the title "Arc of Time", allowing him to bend all to his will. It also went by another name, something far simpler and that described the ability that only a few within the world possessed. Magic.

With Sergei's help, the land and its people continued to thrive, a long-desired end to the unrelenting bad hand that they had been dealt. Families were not ravaged by disease and all remained fed. It was a time of prosperity for those that had suffered for so long. However, the road ahead was not clear.

Monopole was restricted by many rules, all enforced by aggressive authority. One of these rules placed a heavy ban on the use of Magic, the very mention deserving grave punishment. Now, it was everywhere, a man that the people dared to call a god violating what had been built and made to last. It was unforgivable, something that would not be allowed to remain. Not only the one that used the mystical force, but the ones that followed him. They would be punished,

Soldiers under their command marched, sent to deal with the vermin plaguing the land. Not a single individual was to be spared. It would not take long to find the one that was placed on a pedestal, risen for all to bask in his glory. Unfortunately for the ones that had intended to shade this light, it would prove far too radiant.

Those that had been set to destroy were persuaded, made to see that Magic was not a force of evil, but one of good. It was not made to benefit a select individual or group, but all of the world. They dropped their weapons and their heads, paying respects and offering apologies. There would be no more pain.

Such treachery would not be tolerated, every act that had been upheld now cast aside. Soon, it would become apparent that an age of peace would never grace Monopole. Before, it had been sickness and starvation, death even claiming those that continued to live as they gave up on life. Now, it was war. A battle was approaching, one that would take place between those that advocated Magic and the ones that despised it. It was a defining moment in the life of Sergei and the people who followed him. For one small boy, it was just the beginning.

While Monopole had been a land where most were without food or drinking water, it was not as if the country lacked funds. When their people had been hurting, the rulers invested elsewhere. Above health and happiness, they chose overwhelming force to secure power. Against Magic, they held weaponry, technology that would give them the edge. However, they lacked a source that was capable of fueling such grand equipment, a lack of one meaning their defeat. It was a decision that went against their very rules, but when it came to victory, nothing else mattered. If they were going to win, they would fight fire with fire.

Raito was a boy born with the power held by only two in Monopole, the other being the one that led the enemy forces. It was a gift that he had been blessed with, something that made him special and capable of many things. However, in his eyes, it was only a curse.

Offered without hesitation by the father that supported the authority of Monopole, an individual within their own army, he was placed into dirty hands stained by blood. Machines that he had never seen were soon strapped to his body, piercing his skin and causing him to shout in pain. The sensation was incomparable to what came next, the power within his small form forced out and used to bring weapons to life.

Each and every day, he was made to scream until his voice died, eyes of pure blue left dull and lifeless. He felt nothing aside from the pain, wires that bit and constricted like snakes long forgotten. Like the people that fought this war had been long ago, he could doing nothing, reduced to as husk. He was no longer a human being, only an energy supply.

A mere child, he had already lost himself, given up everything. At least, that was how he thought at first. There was a single light in the growing darkness, a sickening voice that was as sweet as honey to the ears that heard only the turning of gears. There was one man that made time for him.

The general of the army he worked as a slave for always came to him, entering the isolated room in which he was held. He constantly spoke to him, even when it looked as if he could no longer hear. His face always held nothing. Even when he had been told that his father, the one responsible for his constant suffering had been killed in battle, he felt nothing,

Slowly, Raito began to hold on to his presence, the general being the one thing he would cling to. He took in everything that was said with a blank face, the slightest bit of comfort making its way through to him on the inside. The boy that was deprived of everything and used by everyone slowly became addicted, a life source he could not live without. He was under this man's spell and the general knew it.

As he spoke kind words, the general would put the long-awaited plan into action. He would warp the child's mind, convince him to join their cause. A willing participant was far more useful than a subject that would quickly wither. Every visit made to the wizard scum had been for this one purpose, to ensure a victory. It was far too easy.

Raito had been lost, an empty shell. It was the general that showed him that he still held something deep within. He spoke of the people responsible for this war, the man that they praised as a god. They were selfish individuals that cared only for their desires, craving power that they could not have. They cared not for anyone else as long as they were satisfied. That was why he was in this position, wasn't it? It was their hunger that started this war, claimed the lives of innocent people that valued their country. They were the reason that he was here, why he had suffered so much.

He was no longer empty, each word bringing flames to lifeless eyes. It was their fault. It was the very thought that caused such a reaction, sparks flying off his frail body like an explosion. By believing in these lies, he realized that he still had something, a single thing that kept him from fading away. He had anger.

Raito would dedicate himself to the army of Monopole, not just as a power source, but a full-fledged soldier. Every day, he would fuel weapons that took the lives of many people, the demons that caused suffering and worshiped a false god. Even though he may have held Magic like the arrogant man that desired to reign above all, it was the general that showed him that he could be much more. He could use Magic for good, to aid their cause. It was in these moments that he could see why his father had given him up so easily, a worthy cause that was bigger than just some insignificant child's life. He would give that very life, push himself to death in order to devote himself. The people who caused him to suffer as they once did would pay, feel the anger that was all he had left,

They did suffer, but not as much as the Monopole army. Despite their advanced weaponry, Magic had been far too great to oppose, bloodstained sands and bodies littered the now green fields in the aftermath of carnage. It was the end of the war and the victory for those that advocated Magic. Sergei's vision had become a reality, a bright future ahead for his homeland.

He stood at the war's final battle as he had done since its beginning, the ringing in his ears having died down as he gazed upon metal scraps. The weapons had been torn apart one by one, no longer able to hurt anyone as they settled in for an age of peace. As a smile graced his lips, it would quickly fall as he heard the approach of footsteps.

Thinking it to be a remaining enemy, he raised the orb that floated at his side, prepared to strike. However, surprise would take over as he noticed the opponent's small stature. Charging with a yell was nothing more than a child, sword in hand.

The army may have fallen, but the war was not over. Raito refused to admit defeat, even as the last soldier was slain. Emerging from the room that filtered the energy he produced, he took to battle, taking the opportunity to take down the Mage scum. His anger refused to die down.

Anger would be accompanied by annoyance, his charge halted as he levitated in the air. He flailed as much as possible, but to no avail. Releasing a string of curses, he glared at the man, anger never having dwindled. It was this undying rage that caught Sergei's attention. Unrivaled hatred and a manipulated mind stood out, taken in by words that he had to believe for the sake of retaining life and sanity. It did not take long to put things together, an explanation for the opposing army's unlimited energy finally arriving.

As Raito continued his violent thrashing and yelling, a fist striking the back of his head would put it to an end. As he rubbed the injured area, the child found himself slung over the large man's shoulder. Small fists continued to knock against the back that was comparable to a brick wall, resistance futile.

Sergei had made up his mind and nothing was going to change his decision, not even the boy's unwillingness to come along. As he stared into those eyes, he felt something inside of him cry out, a desire to help a lost soul and a misguided mind. While they had dealt with hunger as sickness, this one had suffered in a much different way. Above all, he acknowledged the role he had played, how his actions laid the foundations for the painful life as nothing more than a tool of destruction. He would take responsibility.

He had already decided to leave Monopole following the war, his job now over. Sergei would offer aid to wherever it was needed and a recent proposition gave him a good idea of where to start. A guild for people like him, dedicated for bettering lives and spreading joy. He had quickly accepted and arranged for his transfer. Hopefully, they wouldn't mind an extra body.

Raito was taken from Monopole against his will, dragged to Fiore as a "prisoner of war". In the foreign land, his body was forcibly altered by the symbol of this guild. The mark of Sabertooth may have been present on his skin, but the rest of him remained opposed to the sudden development.

He had been told everything following his capture, the truth of the war and what his time had really amounted to. In the back of his mind, there was a part that had always known, a piece of himself that did not believe in the lies whispered by the snake that reached his lifeless body. Still, he chose to believe and held on to that anger. A part still refused to believe what Sergei had said. What would his life have been if it was all lies? A boy given away by his only family and used as a battery to fuel mass-murdering machines. He had only ever been used. He didn't want that and he certainly didn't want it to happen again.

His anger remained, unpleasant to all members of the guild. Raito did not trust anyone, knowing that all people spoke of were lies and that only hurt awaited him. He lashed out at all that attempted to come close, succeeding in driving away even the most persistent members. All except for one.

Sergei quickly fit in with the guild, his jolly personality making him a great comfort to be around. He was a highly valued member, quickly becoming an S-Class wizard since his membership began. All were drawn to him like a beacon. a light that could blind if others weren't careful. In his presence, tears were dried and smiles were born. He was radiant.

Raito couldn't see what everyone else did. Ever since he was taken by the "caveman", as he referred to the the large member, all he did was get on his nerves. The man constantly made jokes at his expense, comparing him to a kitten that only puffed out his fur. It was as if he enjoyed seeing the anger in his face rise, intentionally annoying the child to get a response. It was certainly effective, the only way to break his antisocial nature.

It became routine, forcibly taken on jobs as he snapped at the older man's comments. When he was less than respectful while meeting others, his head would be forced down like a misbehaving dog, only causing his voice to rise. It was not only limited to jobs, but interaction with fellow guild members as well, dragged into the fray as Sergei held him by the neck to prevent him from escaping. That's how it always was.

With Sergei's actions, Raito seemed less imposing in the eyes of the others, seeing what Sergei did. A misguided kid that didn't know what to do aside from retain anger in order to avoid reliving the past. It revitalized their efforts to bring him closer, something that would only have the opposite effect.

They thought they knew him? They knew what he had been through? It infuriated him to no end. They would only use him, getting close only to tear him down. Who did they think they were? There were only liars.

Raito's outburst was larger than ever before, leaving the guild hall in silence as he screamed and pushed away all that came near in an attempt calm him. It was impossible to control his aggression, the boy leaving a storm behind him as he walked out the set of doors. He was done. Even if Sergei tried to bring him back, he would continue to leave. He was the one that made his blood boil the most, the person that created his pain and anger. He would rather die than spend another moment with him.

While the members of Sabertooth waited in that silence, afraid that their actions would only push the boy further, one person was not afraid. He knew that Raito was all talk, something made clear when he found him and immediately pounded a fist into the back of his head. While the action was common, the orange-haired youth quick to yell in response, the expression Sergei held was not. It was time they had a talk.

They sat until the sun went down, one party lecturing while the other listened in defeat, prevented from leaving after being overwhelming by the towering man. He understood Raito's behavior and he took responsibility for everything that had happened. However, did he truly believe that the others were out to harm him, to abuse him? No.

Just like he knew that he had been lied to in the past, there was a piece of him that knew there was no ill will held by his guildmates. However, what else could he do but believe otherwise? If was a fear, scared that a fate worse than death came along with acceptance of an offer that seemed too good to be true. If was that fear that made him deny truth and hold onto false anger. He was only lying to himself.

Every word was taken in by Sergei, carefully listening to a trembling voice that had always screamed insults and threats. Raito did not need to be afraid. If there was any doubt, he could depend on him and the members of Sabertooth. Whether he was scared or lonely, they would be there. If that wasn't enough, if there was still an undying anger, then he would take on all of it. To make this point clear, he would allow Raito to punch him as much as he liked, to pass on whatever he held inside.

Looking at Sergei in that moment was far different than any other time he had viewed the man before. There was a glow that accompanied him, one that beat back the darkness that formed during times of war. The enemy he had been taught to hate above all else was the one that had always been there for him, whether he liked it or not. It was then that he decide to follow that light of his, hesitantly make a change for the better. However, that would come after he took the man up on his offer and gave him a good punch, a wicked smirk appearing on his face.. He had a lot to pay him back for.

After that day, Raito slowly became closer to his guildmates, lending a hand when they struggled or listening to their troubles. He found it hard to do so, considering his previous behavior. It made him uncomfortable to get so close after everything he had done. Through this behavior, all would quickly notice something about the boy. He was easily embarrassed.

Raito didn't like to show his true feelings, either brushing things off or acting in his usually rude manner. He never accepted thanks directly or made it seem as if he never had the intention to help. However, the brush of pink across his face was always obvious. It was something that the others enjoyed commenting on, only causing him to grow louder and blush harder.

He became close with all members, seen as a treasured friend and a valuable ally, but nothing could be compared to his relationship with Sergei. The two were constantly fighting, Sergei's playful and jolly nature clashing with Raito's short temper. On the outside, it seemed as if the two hated each other, arguing and engaging in physical conflict more times than anyone could count. However, those within Sabertooth knew better.

It was their own way of expressing their care for one another, each argument bringing them closer. Raito saw Sergei as a father figure, an annoying presence that he would fight constantly, but do anything for. The same could be said for Sergei, having to always deal with the troublesome brat, but would never allow him to be harmed. One never went anywhere without the other, missions and other activities always done together. They were inseparable.

Over the years, Raito became the ace of Sabertooth, an irreplaceable presence. He gave his all for the guild, crushing anyone that dared threaten them. Where there had once been only roars of anger, there were now poorly hidden smiles. The young man was the center of all activity, whether he liked it or not. While not the same person that was always cheerful, he had taken the role that Sergei once filled. Now, the aforementioned "Caveman" had become something far greater.

Sergei had evolved far faster than anyone could have predicted. Standing above all others, he took the position of Guild Master. It was a sudden decision, but nobody objected. Not a single person doubted that he was the right man for the job.

With his former position in the war of Monopole, Sergei kept everyone on a tight schedule. While he may have been someone that constantly made jokes and remained upbeat, he took guild matters seriously. Sabertooth was his pride and he would not allow it to be insulted, carrying the former Guild Master's will.

As Sergei continued to rise, Raito would watch. Like Sergei, he held Sabertooth close to his heart. They had been there for him, the family he never had. However, above all, there was the man who gave him new life. Sergei was his pride and he would follow him anywhere. Under his leadership, he knew that the guild had a bright future, just like his homeland.

In an instant, calamity would strike. A dark force known as "Echidna" appeared, attacking guilds with their power. Sabertooth was not spared, the enemy on their doorstep. However, they did not falter. They did not fall back, pressing the attack with the aggressive tactics that they were known for.

It was the second war Raito had seen in his life, two forces clashing. However, no longer was he made to power weapons for an unjust cause. Now, he was fighting for what he knew what was right, protecting his home and family at their side. He would not allow them to come to harm.

As the battle raged on, their numbers fell, the guild hall he held dear crashing around him. For each comrade that fell, a brother or sister departing from this world, his anger would grow. The enemy wasn't backing down and they had lost many people. It cut him more than any blade could, a sharp pain within his chest. He refused to let anyone else die, sooner to give his own life.

As he let his rage consume him, filled with the desire to destroy the force of Echidna, his focus was lost. The attack found him, closing in as the enemy prepared to deal the killing blow. There was little time to react, eyes forcibly shut by bright light. He cursed himself as he felt heat wrap around his body, his time finally up. However, that time would be extended, gifted to him by the one who gave all of theirs for his sake.

The man fell into his arms, causing Raito's eyes to widen. A body far larger than his own had taken the blow, one he was quite familiar with. Sergei's breathing slowed as he could no longer move, a single arm all he could muster as he placed it upon the boy's shoulder.

As he looked up at the one he had known for many years, Sergei could see the change. He wasn't the same brat that he once was, having grown into a splendid young man that cared deeply for his comrades. The man was always glad that he had joined the guild, having made many memories and forged great friendships. While Monopole was where he had been born and raised, this was his true home, a place he held dear. However, he knew. He knew that no matter how much he cared for this place, his feelings could never measure up to the ones carried by the boy he had come to treasure. He knew that Raito loved Sabertooth more than anyone else. That was why he had made his decision.

Raito had been given many things by the guild. He was given a home, a family, and a new life. When he had only known anger, he had been given happiness. Now, it was time to give back. When this battle was over and he was gone, the guild would go through a bit of a rough patch. However, he did not worry. He knew that he was leaving it in good hands, to someone far more capable than himself. Raito would lead Sabertooth to prosperity.

As Sergei's smile spread for the final time, Raito would find tears falling down his face for the first time since their talk that led him to trust again. He said that he would be always be there, but what about now? Time seemed to stand still at that moment, just the two of them as it had been during the beginning. At that moment, he would scream, pain returning to his chest. It was not out of anger, but sadness.

Following Echidna's attack, Sabertooth would be left in ruins, its power fallen. They had lost many members, including Sergei. With the loss, the former leader's dying will would be honored. However, not all were so accepting.

Raito would be named the next Guild Master, but with his young age and the recent destruction, many were uncertain of the future. Even the new leader wasn't sure if he was capable, not sure if Sergei had made the right choice. However, that did not matter. He had been given his last order and would carry it out dutifully. He would rebuild Sabertooth, making sure nothing like the recent events would happen again. It wouldn't be easy, but he wasn't alone. Sergei wasn't dead, living on in his heart with the rest of their family. No matter what, even if it meant his death, he would keep them safe and raise them up from the ground. Sabertooth would become the strongest guild in Fiore.

Guild

Sabertooth

Mage Rank

Guild Master

Guild Mark

An orange mark residing on the right side of his neck

Guild Tenure

Twelve Years

Opinion Of Guild

While he would never admit it, Sabertooth and its members are the most important thing to Raito. They are his family and place to belong. There is nothing he wouldn't do for his guild, serving as his pride and what is closest to his heart. Anyone that hurts them will feel his wrath.

Magic Ability

Lightning Magic

Advantages

Manipulating electrons by converting Ethernano, Raito is able to control all forms of electricity. Like other forms of Magic that grant similar abilities, the Guild Master can take hold of electricity that is even used by the enemy. It is a very diverse ability, allowing him to generate lightning himself or call it down from the heavens. Both speed and physical strength can also be enhanced through the sparks that flow through his body.

Along with serving as a form of offense, Lightning Magic works well for defensive purposes by creating shocking barriers and granting the user swift movement. Even outside of combat, this form of Magic has many applications, notably the ability to serve as a power source and adjust electronic devices.

Disadvantages

Certain substances, such as wood and rubber, do not conduct electricity, making it difficult for Lightning Magic to make powerful strikes when up against an insulating barrier

Level Of Expertise

Master

Magic Ability

Metal Make

Advantages

Metal Make allows the user to create various forms of metal. The materials created have limitless potential, able to be used as blades, shields, or unique constructs. Like many of the other "Make" style spells, its applications stretch as far as the user's imagination.

Not only can Raito create metals on his own, but he is also capable of manipulating existing amounts as well. For this reason, he carries several blocks of various metals to control. Manipulating metal takes less energy than it does to create, making it a great alternative.

While Metal Make and Lightning Magic are powerful on their own, it is when Raito combines them that he is able to show his true strength. Unlocking the power of electromagnetism, Raito is able to manipulate the electric and magnetic fields within his reach. While others are heavily affected by this, the manipulation is mostly focused on the metal he possesses. In a similar manner to the way that orbs are used in Arc of time, which is said to be the enemy of creation Magic, Raito surrounds himself with a plethora of deadly objects, able to be manipulated at will and hone in on others through the use of magnetism.

Disadvantages

Metal Make can only create materials that are known to exist, impossible to bring forth a metal from imagination. Its use also takes a great amount of energy, something that can be dealt with by simply manipulating metal. However, once the metal is gone or rendered useless, that is the end.

While Raito can use metal to deal with substances that do not conduct electricity, this can only occur if a clean hit is made. As long as the enemy can avoid, there is an issue.

Level of Expertise

Master

Equipment

Cubes of metal carried at all times

Motivations

The memory of Sergei and his commitment to honoring the late Guild Master

Aspirations

To make Sabertooth the strongest guild in Fiore and ensure that they never suffer again​