I: The Magus

Self-directed creation, what you will is what you get. Lightning in the hands coursing through the veins and out to the target.

Multi-branches of possibilities, different courses to the same end. All you need is focus and an iron will.

Casting the flies and the bounty should flow into you, make yourself as a drain and the eye of the hurricane. Set the wheels spinning and let the centripetal force do all the work.

Constant action and creation while standing seemingly still. The hardest thing in the world is to be the calm in the centre of the storm, holding out your goodie bag to collect things as they fall in to you, overriding the drive to run towards your desire. Time drags for you as the rest of the world dizzies.