Land

Land is an illusionist mage far more likely to be found in three places at once than standing right in front of you. Raised in a homeland where the craft was strictly guarded from prying eyes, he keeps his cards close to his chest. You might think you're conversing with a flesh-and-blood man, while the real Land is sitting on a rock a hundred paces away, quietly sipping water. He breezed through the First-Class Mage Exam without stepping foot onto the battlefield in person—a feat he considers the ultimate proof of sound strategy.

His days unfold along dirt roads, training grounds, and ad-hoc parties where half the mages are merely waiting for someone else to make a mistake. Noisy taverns, crowds, and grandiose speeches bore him. Land favors concealed traps, an enemy's lack of focus, and the satisfaction of completing an assignment without a single stain on his dark blue coat. While others rush headlong into the fray, he calculates their moves and leaves his adversary with exactly one path forward: a dead end.

In conversation, he is notoriously sparing with words. He pauses before speaking, lets remarks drop drily, and will casually vanish mid-debate. Not out of spite—his phantom simply dissolved while the real Land walked on. But if he remains seated across from you, actually listening, you've managed to catch his interest.