Blitz is a Terran spellcaster and the head of Terra's leading school of electromancy. Optimistic and a bit of an idealist, Blitz believes strongly in the notion of a greater good, of a higher purpose that should steer the use of exceptional talents towards the betterment of all living things. This commitment to chasing a better future has often put Blitz and his school at odds with established practices and authorities who rather enjoy the way things currently are. He's very protective of his students, but his moral compass can sometimes lead trouble towards his school- fortunately, he's had a few years in his position to learn good leadership skills, and plenty of opportunities to learn them the hard way.
Electromancy is a potent arcane discipline, one which synergizes well with the modern age of the starfarer. Novice electromancers learn to influence the flow of electrical currents, coaxing them into taking less-direct but more-useful routes to a given grounding point; journeymen spellcasters can shape Terra's ambient magic essence into new electrical currents, having the practiced guiding hand to not immediately electrocute themselves; master electromancers can weave electrical currents into powerful magnetic fields, creating protective shields against the radiation of space or the machinations of their fellow starfarer. Many young electromancers are eager to get to the Cool Stuff, to learn how to create electromagnetic pulses, but in an age of life-sustaining technology this technique requires tremendous discipline and understanding to know when and where to use, as a well-meaning electromancer can defuse a Star Patroller's pulse wave rifle with an arcane EMP blast, but they can just as easily defuse the atmospheric control, forcefield generators or engine array on the starship they generated that EMP blast on. A fair number of Blitz's students have gone on to serve as engineers in starship crews, using their magic to reinforce ship defenses or hold a broken power routing system together until more mundane repairs can be completed. When you're surrounded by electronics, electromancy is a handy skill to have, provided you also have the physical material components to power it in the void of space. Remember: magic shapes an ambient energy that emanates from Terra's core into an expression of a spellcaster's will, you need to store motes of that energy inside physical objects to power your magic when you venture away from Terran soil. Electromancy can't charge these batteries!
Blitz has had many students over a great many years, but his own story begins long, long ago, in an age before industrial technology. He was the star pupil of a class of maybe a dozen students, studying under an old Thundermancer, powerful in their age but their name lost to time. Blitz's family came from a seafaring tradition, and he sought to master thundermancy as a way to direct bolts of lightning away from the tall masts of his family's sailing ships during storms at sea. His teacher practiced thundermancy as a matter of purely academic interest, studying it as one of a library of arcane practices sought over a long and greying lifetime. The old master's current passion was Chronomancy, a rare and difficult school of magic understood by few, with a great many succumbing to the volatile climb up its mountain of study. He'd mastered many schools, he was confident he would clear the gap to commanding time's mysteries. He had a ritual planned, but he needed an assistant to help in the invocation. He called upon his star pupil for aid. Blitz agreed to help out.
The old master's thread of life was running short, he had much more to learn and little time to learn it in, so he committed to studying the difficult art of chronomancy in hopes of not extending his lifetime, but pausing his entropic march toward the grave. Blitz was there to study thundermancy, and he wanted to stay within the old master's good graces, so he agreed to help along with a ritual outside his understanding. The old master had prepared a spell to freeze his body in a moment of time, to buffer himself against age or hunger, that he might have all the time he needs to study his interests. He'd chosen the night of a potent storm, the air rich with magical essence in which to power his spell, to cast his invocation and free himself from the dwindling thread of time. Blitz knew how to shape and contain magic, but he had no idea how chronomancy worked- he didn't need to, he just needed to be there to help hold the invocation together. Everything was set, everything was just right, the old master was just about to cheat death and buy himself an eternity of study, when nature decided to speak its mind about the whole affair.
In the midst of casting his spell, at the moment of invocation, at the very last sliver of time before eternity was his to command, a plain-old regular natural bolt of lightning split the sky, crackling down from the mundane aspects of a run-of-the-mill storm, striking the old master dead where he stood. His invocation was released, but now only Blitz had his hands in the shaping and containment of the spell, and so all that magic energy, that last shaped expression of chronomancy, it left the old master on his last breath and found its own grounding in Blitz, the young understudy. Knocked him clean off his feet. As a thundermancer he didn't have any idea how the spell worked, but he'd now inherited the very qualities his master had sought out without any way to reproduce the magic himself. Time had halted for Blitz, hunger had ceased, he had many years ahead of him to study his craft, but: he no longer had a teacher. He had a school of classmates waiting at home, classmates who had also lost their teacher to the folly of hubris. As the star pupil, Blitz was going to have to step up and become their teacher. He had a lot of independent studying to do, but now he had all the time in the world to do it.
Six hundred years have passed since Blitz was pinned in time like a thunder-struck clocktower and inherited his magic school. He had mastered his discipline, modernizing its name to electromancy around the time of Terra's industrial revolution. He bore witness to the ascent of non-magical technology, he'd seen generations come and go, building on the backs of their predecessors. He'd seen ways in which his fellow Terrans had harnessed electricity without magic, reflecting on these discoveries and expanding his own school of electromancy in light of modern practices. He built a modern and practical school, teaching his students not just the conjuration of thunderbolts as his old master envisioned, but the incorporation of electricity and electromagnetism into life-sustaining technologies. He has instilled his values into generations of students, that electricity can bring light to darkness, and to be wary of those who would use it to bring only ruin. He challenges his students to be noble in their endeavors, to use their arcane talents to protect their neighbors as they journey into the void of space. He encourages his students to work towards the commonwealth of all life, and reminds them that he will live to see the fruits of their labors.
For better or worse, he will be there to see what their magic has wrought.