Name: Fynna
Race: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Abilities: For a human, Fynna has an unusual affinity for the winds of magic, though she possess little beyond some very basic and simple spells, her potential, or so she is told by the Ring, is much greater. Though her natural links to magic are strong, she is not trained as a mage, and lacks the discipline expected from those schooled in the magical arts.

Of course, her previous position as a servant makes her adept at a number of practical tasks, such as cooking and caring for horses or equipment.

Powers: Fynna was a servant, she has picked up the occasional spell, but while she has the potential to be a great mage, she has not yet achieved it.

Appearance: [img]http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100909033727/ktecedios/images/4/4e/Female_mage_docile.jpg[/img]

Weapons and/or Tools: A short sword, evidently not part of her normal attire, it is an old and battered weapon, clearly all that could be afforded, and sheathed in an old worn scabbard hung from an equally worn sword belt at her hip.
She keeps a small pouch of coin within her robes, there is not a lot there, but it is enough to get buy, and perhaps buy supplies on the road.
A worn leather satchel containing a few supplies, bread, cheese, dried meat, and two books, one a tome of magic taken from the college, another a notebook containing her own observations and thoughts.

Her most reviled item is one she has no wish to bear, the college of mages possesses a great many artefacts of power, but one of the greatest is the Ring of Isilvar, a simple band of burnished silver, it’s true purpose was long since lost to history, until, for a dare, Fynna broke into the vault and put it on, only to discover that the ring very much remembers its purpose, and it is not to sit waiting in a vault. Still containing some semblance of the personality of its maker, a High Elf mage of old, the ring grants the wearer magical powers near equal to those he once wielded. This comes with a cost however, some remnants of Isilvar’s consciousness still remain within the ring, and on the few occasions Fynna has actually had to call upon its power, it has been uncomfortably like the ring was wielding her, and not the other way around. Unable to remove it from her finger, Fynna is stuck with Isilvar in her head until he sees fit to release her from her bond.

Armor or clothing: Her clothing is relatively fine in appearance but constructed of thick heavy cloth, to those who are knowledgeable in the matters it is clearly that of a member of the Mage’s college. Other than the Ring of Isilvar upon the forefinger of her right hand, Fynna also bears a band of gold with a heavy sapphire set into it, a gem for storing power, though it is only a small store, it can come in handy. She tends to wear gloves, occasionally she will remove that on her left hand, but she tries to keep the ring on her right hand concealed, for fear someone may guess at it's true nature.

Mount: A bay mare, Shine, with a white blaze on her forehead, clearly a young and healthy horse, but not battle trained.

Personality: Fynna is the reluctant hero, though she always dreamed of adventure and excitement, the reality is proving to be far less glamorous than the old stories. She was raised a servant, and though she tries to play the part of a Mage of the college, she often has to catch herself when she seems to slipping back into her old ways.
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Biography: (I’m happy to reveal this here but I would rather that Fynna can explain it in her own time in the RP, not people magically knowing XD)

The great Mage Colleges were once jewels of the world, but were among the first to be targeted when the demons overran the globe. Though many died, some survived and knowing that they could not simply allow their craft to die off, came together to rebuild the Colleges. Though there is currently only one, that in the lands that were not devastated by the Demon horde it still represents one of the greatest concentrations of magical power and knowledge in the world. Though still few in number, many of the mages living today owe their knowledge and training to this college, or to its former students. Fynna owes her life itself, discovered alone and squalling among the burning ruins of a travelling group of humans, she was taken in by one of the servant families of the college. Though never destined to be a mage, Fynna was raised among them, and as was like to happen, picked up spells here and there. It was a plain and simple life, but protected within the walls of the college, it was hardly one filled with adventure or excitement, and Fynna dreamed of that.

Only half-mature, Fynna was dared by her friends among the servants to sneak into the vault, a task that proved surprisingly easy thanks to the invisible nature of servants, and to return with one item. Thinking a ring would prove easier to conceal should she be discovered, Fynna grabbed the closet artefact and slipped it onto her finger. She has rued her foolishness ever since.

The simple band of polished silver was none other than the Ring of Isilvar, a potent magical artefact, and one with a mind of its own. It began to talk to her, and promising that the only way she could gain freedom from its voice was to leave and seek to join Avalon's journey, she was faced with no choice but to do so. Stealing robes from the stores, and a horse from the stables, she set off into the world, posing as a mage of the college, instead of the simple servant she really was.

Rank/Status: Reluctant hero and false mage, in reality a common servant of the College of Mages.

Other: The ring talks to her, and Fynna will occasionally talk back, she’s not mad, but unless she reveals the truth of the Ring of Isilvar to her companions, it may appear she is a little unhinged to any who catch her muttering to herself.

She can wield some basic magics, but the vast majority from her power comes directly from the Ring, though she dislikes using it. The Ring of Isilvar has a mind of its own, and though sometimes she has no choice but to tap its might, it becomes more as though the Ring is wielding her, using her as a simple channel for magicks she was never meant to understand.