[hider=The Itinerant Exorcist] [b]Name:[/b] Erina [b]Alias:[/b] The Itinerant Exorcist [b]Race:[/b] Kitsune [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Class:[/b] Spiritualist [b]Equipment:[/b] Most of Erina’s more practical items are strapped to the belt at her waist. The most obvious item she carries is a sheathed katana tied at her hip. Upon unsheathing it, however, the metal is chipped and reddened, consumed by rust. Once this was a beautiful, razor sharp blade, but as it is, its days as a proper weapon are clearly long over. But perhaps like the spirit that lives within the blade, it may have a chance to shine again. At the other side is an unassuming satchel holding a dozen small knives meant for throwing. She can’t use them by herself, but got them at another’s behest. A second satchel at her back holds a good number of talismans, long slips of paper with traditional writings on them. Their purpose is to ward off ill-omens and evil spirits. While they won’t do much to protect her from more mundane threats, spirits, undead and certain kinds of demons would be severely weakened if touched by them. They can also be placed in dwellings or shelters to sanctify them, only allowing the aforementioned supernatural beings within if they leave a portion of their strength behind. Last among her belongings is a small knapsack with her money and writing instruments such as ink, chalk and charcoal wrapped up snugly inside. [b]Abilities:[/b] -Discerning Eye: For the supernatural. Erina has always been able to see ghosts and spiritual entities that others cannot (likely because, in a manner of speaking, she is one herself). This doesn’t limit itself to ghosts, however. Illusions brought about by magic acquire a certain transparency in her eyes, making the falsehoods obvious, and she can tell at a glance whether an object has been cursed, enchanted, or is mundane. -Will-o-Wisp: She can summon several small wisps of purple fire at a given time, controlling their movement with only a little effort. However, these wisps simply dissolve on contact with hard surfaces, barely letting out any heat in most circumstances. Normally, this is no more than a party trick. At worst, they could start a fire or damage clothes if she’s not careful with them. However, when they touch ghosts, undead, or certain kinds of demons, the wisps combust beautifully, catching on their flesh (or what they might call flesh) in painful bursts of fire. -Calling: Most ghosts instinctually seek those who can see them, and for better or worse, few would refuse a summons by one with Erina’s gift. In some places, particularly where atrocities have taken place and many have died, ghosts may gather around her the moment she sets foot in their haunt. More often, however, a small ritual is required wherein Erina finds a quiet place to meditate and call for those left behind. If available, this ritual may be performed using the belongings of the deceased to call them out specifically. These ghosts are not bound to her will, and even if they were they have no way to affect the world around them (those who can are typically violently insane and are best disposed of immediately). However, those that retain enough reason to speak are often more than willing to share information with one who is alive. -Channeling: This may be seen as a kind of willful possession where Erina allows a spirit to enter her body to use their skills. This is not true possession, as rather than being in control of the body, the ghost’s mind melds with that of the host, imparting them memories and knowledge. While the will directing the body when channeling is most definitely the host’s, certain aspects of their demeanor and personality may be colored by the experiences of the donor. Most outside memories glimpsed by either the host or the donor while performing this technique tend to disappear quite quickly once separate, and complex skills performed while channeling such as speaking other languages or combat expertise are not retained by the host. While convenient, it is no substitute for learning. There is one particular spirit Erina often relies on for Channeling, a ghost by the name of Bend (attempts to pry his actual name from him have all failed). He appears to her in the appearance of a balding man in his sixties dressed in grey flowing robes. He is host to a grave demeanor, speaking curtly and matter-of-factly. The man claims to have been the head of a clan of assassins in the service of an old feudal lord, and that both he and his master fell to betrayal from a trusted friend. Bend has taken residence in the old rusted blade that once belonged to him, and has chosen to serve Erina with the wish to safeguard his new master to the bitter end. A man of keen eyes and keener instincts rumored to have an iron body and the ability to deflect blades with his bare hands, Bend was a master killer. Now the latter two are exaggerations, but she can attest for the assassin’s skills first hand. Bringing the spirit within her gives her access to the man’s training, lending her the knowledge needed to move silently and unseen and to fight with fists, swords and knives with frightening proficiency. Moreover, channeling Bend somehow restores her blade to its former glory for the duration of their connection. When asked about this the first time it occurred, the spirit shrugged, as though it was a matter of course, and replied that the blade would never break as long as he had a master to serve, and never dull as long as he willed it sharp. Outside of Channeling, Bend can aid Erina by advising her in dangerous situations, peering through walls, and scouting ahead, though he cannot move beyond two hundred meters from his sword. He is also very knowledgeable on matters relating to the manufacturing and administering of poisons, but this is one kind of expertise Erina can do without. -Illusion: A kind of magic which came to her instinctually, much like her wisps. However, her brand of illusions does not tend to be horribly complicated. They are largely visual, for one. As an example, this magic allows her to hide her tail and ears if she needs to, along with things she might be carrying in her hands or strapped to her belt. These illusions tend to break down when touched unexpectedly or when she is startled. She can also create images of objects such as handkerchiefs, rabbits or flocks of doves popping out of hats and, when in a pinch, duplicates of herself. However, she can typically only hold together one duplicate at a time, it must be at least twenty meters from her, and, as before, these images all dissolve when suddenly touched by a solid object. [b]Fighting Style:[/b] Should she not be channeling Bend, Erina cannot be truly described as a combatant. She is fit and slippery, and has enough of a sense of danger to know when she is in trouble, but can do little against most threats beyond running away and attempting to lose her pursuers with the occasional duplicate splitting off from her. The only enemy she may truly be able to combat on her own merits (and may indeed see as her duty to do so) are ghosts, the undead, and certain kinds of demons. That said, her ‘fighting style’ does not change much. She still attempts to keep her distance at all costs, except that now she can also bombard the enemy with fireballs and attempt to trick them into touching her talismans all while whooping and hollering with the rush of adrenaline and vindication. It’s not often she can boast of being able to pull her weight in a proper fight. When dealing with any other kind of threat, particularly in kill or be killed situations, she will defer to Bend and allow him to possess her. The change is typically immediate. Movement that was once energetic and wasteful becomes silent and fluid, not quicker so much as streamlined, and her nerves are stilled by the killer’s cold contemplation. If the battle can be won before the target can so much as see her, the chance should be taken. If the target forces combat, she must not tire her sword arm with feints. Every blow must be a killing blow. If the target attempts to put distance between them, throwing knives can apply pressure while she approaches. Diversions should come from illusions, no other use for those doppelgangers. A fair tool, though, one she did not have in life. If victory is out of reach, she must not hesitate to flee and regroup. The enemy’s guard must lower eventually. [b]Personality:[/b] Erina is, at her core, a genial and warm person. She is quick to warm up to new people, quick to form attachments and loves being depended on by others. However, her energy can occasionally daunt and irritate others, and piled with the fact that she sometimes looks at or speaks with invisible entities heedless of those around her gives rise to certain ideas. She purports to be knowledgeable about all that lies beneath the sun, her worldly knowledge second to none, but when posed questions, her answers tend to be both immediate and wildly off-base. Ironically, the only questions she will regularly answer correctly are those with explanations deviating far from common sense. It is not clear whether she truly believes the answers she gives or if she is simply playing a joke on the listener. She certainly has a slight, almost compulsive tendency to lie in her day to day speech with little consistency and for seemingly no reason, leaving those wise to her ways to watch out for these occasional pitfalls. These lies become alarmingly commonplace when she speaks about her past, to the point where the only consistent thing she might say in a conversation regarding herself may be the reasons for her travels, that is, “To deliver a letter to my lost teacher.” In a way, Bend has grown to become her confidant, the only person to whom she will speak to with complete honesty. Erina does not like conflict. She is aware that she makes for a poor fighter, and does not like to rely on Bend’s expertise unless her life is in danger or she has been led to a situation where she needs to kill. If she catches wind of dangerous but mundane business afoot, she is more likely to warn other parties, such as guards or the like, and steer clear of trouble if she can. She is most at her element performing exorcisms, leading those willing to rest, and disposing of the dangerous ones in flames if needed. It is the one thing she considers to be her duty. When channeling Bend, she loses much of her joviality, becoming more serious and calculating. Calm, too, and she voices no displeasure at the prospect of killing. It’s only natural. She has already resolved to kill if she has let the killer in. Her manner of speaking becomes more straightforward as well, but the occasional blatant falsehood still slips out, hinting that it is still the very same person speaking. [b]Bio:[/b] Erina was found by the head monk of a shrine-temple along a mountain pass when she was but a toddler. Astonished by the sight of the ears and tail growing from her, the priest hesitated to approach. He was fearful that it might be a trap laid by a malignant spirit, but when Erina let out a pitiful cry, the man was moved to action, aware that if she was truly but a babe she would starve to death in that mountain path. That day, she found a home. At first, Erina was taken care of by the old monk in secret, with the help of those monks he trusted most closely, but it is not a simple thing to attend to the needs of both a temple and a crying baby. Soon enough Erina’s presence had to be disclosed to the rest of the monks dwelling in the temple. The head monk explained how he found her, but omitted Erina’s animal features from the story. When showing them the child, he concealed her ears and tail with a cloth headpiece and blankets. He told them that he had kept the secret to avoid disturbing their daily rituals until he came to a decision about what to do with the babe. The decision he had come to was that Erina must have been an omen, and it would be best to rear her in that very temple. After that, the head monk and a few others continued to take care of her, keeping her ears and tail a secret. She later heard from her teacher that it must have been divine providence that the ruse was never seen through until she was old enough to hide them herself. When she asked him why it was necessary to hide that part of herself, the monk explained that humans fear what they do not understand, that fear isolated, and that in isolation the heart rusted. In return, she asked if he had feared her when he first saw her ears and tail. The monk answered seriously that yes, he had been afraid. Quick for her age, Erina asked him why he had brought her with her, if he had been afraid. The monk smiled and answered that that when one is concerned with fear, only the natural and the bad could occur because of it. As for the good, that could only come about in spite of fear. This was the first time she began to think of the old monk as her teacher, and this was only the first of many lessons he would impart. The monk first became aware of Erina’s other peculiarities at an early age. The girl would look into space as though following something only her eyes could see, and occasionally she caught her holding conversations with herself. At first, he did not feel like it was particularly strange behavior for a child, but as she grew and this quirk continued, he began to fear for her. When he resolved to ask her about this, the girl seemed puzzled. At the time she still could not comprehend the difference between the spirits of the departed and the living, and it never occurred to her that she could see things others could not. The monk himself was skeptical about these people Erina saw, but was quickly understood the girl’s gift when Erina gave her an exact description of the previous head of the temple, and related to him a story of his own childhood no one else could have known of. From then on, her teacher also attempted to help her develop this strange talent, at least by helping her distinguish between ghosts and people by pointing out those he saw. He also advised her to ignore the spirits when around the other monks. So the years passed. Soon Erina had matured, able to participate in the daily prayers and rituals at the temple, and occasionally visiting the small village at the foot of the mountain to offer blessings and take donations with some of the other monks. She loved the rituals that involved dances or theatrics, though the monks privy to her secret were desperate to keep her out of them for fear that her true nature might be revealed by a sudden jerk or an unfortunate sway of her dress. The world was small and warm, and time went by slowly, serenely. One day, her teacher fell ill and passed away. He had not been the first. Other old monks in the temple had moved on in the past few years. Others that shared her age had begun to show small wrinkles around the eyes and smatterings of grey hair. She, however, remained like a faithful portrait, unchanged since the nineteenth year after she was found. Suddenly she knew in her heart of hearts that she would not age beyond that point. The monk had arranged for her to succeed him as the temple’s caretaker, but an idea that would have once brought her joy now filled her with dread. She could almost see in her mind’s eye as time unwound around her. The rest of the monks would one day follow her teacher’s footsteps. Their children would take their place, and other monks may come from beyond this temple to take the place of the rest, and then those too would one day move one. And what of her? The one that stood still in that river? What would they think of her? Isolation rusted the heart. In the following days, her teacher had his last rites performed. The day after they were completed, Erina was nowhere to be seen. She had stolen away in the dead night with a cloak and some food and arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain just as the sun began to rise. This is where her travels began. Clumsily, at first, for she had spent all her years within the small world of her temple home, and the world outside was vast indeed, its people varied and its ways mysterious. Many times she relied on charity to survive, and when she was lucky she found superstitious travelers and traders that would pay for a priestess to accompany them and ward off ill-omens. She had already began to obfuscate the nature of her past at this point, but the mannerisms and teachings of a shrine maiden were unmistakable. One of these travelers once gave her a letter of introduction to a business partner that was seeking help from experts in the spiritual, and knowing no one else in the city, she resolved to visit this man. By then, she could readily distinguish between spirits and humans, and had allowed more than a few to move on in her travels, so when the man reticently spoke of his problem with her, she quickly realized what it would require of her. The trader had goods he needed to move stored in a certain warehouse, but the workhands all refused to enter the building. A strange chain of accidents had occurred within, and the warehouse was now seen as cursed. She was offered remuneration if she could convince the workers that the building was safe. She did as bid, and practiced her craft within the warehouse. The actual exorcising took but a few minutes inside the building (a mad ghost had made it its haunt and had somehow become strong enough to insinuate itself into people’s thoughts), but the workers refused to return until she had spent two days offering prayers and sticking paper charms to the building’s walls. It was not all that surprising to her. She had already learned that most people would not believe that which they could not see, and so she put on required show. Truthfully, most of that time was spent dozing off inside the shelter provided by the warehouse. Once word got to her employer that the workers were going back into the warehouse, she received her payment (less than the agreed upon amount, but bartering was not a strong suit of hers back then) and a word of thanks. Sensing an opportunity, Erina told the man that if he knew of anyone who could use her talents, to not hesitate to send them her way. In that city far from home, the maddening pace of her journey began to slow. She stayed for almost a year, making coin through charity, by selling off paper talismans as wards and good-luck charms and occasionally taking contracts to deal with haunts or perform séances. Eventually, however, she left for another town in her pilgrimage, an introductory letter once again in her pocket. This cycle was carried out several times. She reached a new town or city, plied her trade, if it could even be called a trade, and looked for contacts. She would stay for anything between a handful of months to a handful of years depending on the work available, and eventually move on. It was in one of these exorcist odd jobs that she came across the rusty blade Bend uses as a vessel. It had been hidden under a house’s floorboards, and the assassin’s own stormy thoughts had brought a dark aura to the home, bringing nightmares to the owners. Bend was unwilling to move on, unyielding in his desire to properly serve a master again, and Erina could not bring herself to forcibly exorcise him while he had his wits about him, so she simply took the sword with her. One day she reached a seaport town, and came to watch a circus troupe perform at the docks. She was instantly taken with the magician's’ tricks, and watched the spectacle with a childish glee. When the show was done and the troupe was packing up, she homed in on the magicians to ask them about their magic, how they casted the sorceries that let dazzle their audience so. She had hope in her heart that she might find one of her kind in their numbers. At first the artist laughed her off with the tired line of ‘a true magician never reveals their secrets,’ but when Erina continued to insist and the man realized she truly believed they were sorcerers, he brought her close and whispered to her. That the magic was called sleight of hand. That the spell was misdirection and the magic was in the mind that chose to believe. ‘Magic that simply is does not exist anymore,’ he told her, unaware of the irony. The following day, she purchased a different set of traveling clothes and set out on her trip once more. Up until then, she had always worn clothes reminiscent to the ones she had left the shrine with. It didn’t occur to her until later that after hearing the magician’s confession the teachings of her faith had lost some their sway over the way she thought. The cycle picked up again and continued as it has before, though occasionally it was interrupted when the local priesthoods condemned her practices and ran her out of town. Regardless, she always stayed long enough to forge friendships, stayed long enough to make the parting hurt, but always left in the end nonetheless. Most of all, she never once visited the same town twice. This way she maintained an illusion of immutability. The feeling of being outside of time was not as overpowering when she continually saw new things, continually met new people, and left long before those sights could age and move on without her. [b]Wish:[/b] To find her lost teacher! Good food! World peace! Riches beyond measure! Her answer changes every time she is asked, but her true wish is a simple one. Erina has lived for long enough to grow lonely. Beings as long lived as her are few and far in-between in her world, and most who still exist have withdrawn from the world. What she wishes for is someone to share her life with. It does not matter if it is as friends or lovers or bitter rivals as long as she can feel their warmth without the fear of them wasting away with time. Ironically, this tournament might very well pit her against candidates for such a position. Everyone came to this place willing to put their life on the line, even her. Still, she needn’t kill them. Hopefully they would not make her kill them. [b]Echo:[/b] The docks of a large city, the smell of salt and seafood all but saturating the air. Wooden vessels large and small dot the waterline, and the buildings nearby are largely warehouses and trading company buildings. This is where she first saw the ocean. More importantly, here she was dazzled by a magic trick. [b]Appearance:[/b] 5’4” and with a svelte frame, from a distance Erina may be confused for a young man, particularly while wearing a hood. On closer inspection, however, the mounds on her chest are unassuming but undeniably present under her clothing. Travel has made her body lean, building some muscle on her arms and legs, but her pale features retain a kind of softness enhanced by her optimistic smile and the intelligent gleam of her green eyes. Belying her youthful appearance, her hair is a grayish white, kept to shoulder length to avoid the aforementioned misunderstandings. The pair of white ears sitting atop head and the furry tail sprouting from her rear betray Erina’s inhuman nature. She often wears a brown cloak in order to hide those features as constantly maintaining illusions is terribly inconvenient, but the back of the cloak may rustle from time to time, particularly when she’s excited. Her preferred set of clothing consists of sturdy, brown traveling boots, tan cloth pants with a hole at the back held up by a belt, and a bluish shirt. [b]Frenzy:[/b] On some occasions, her tail might split off a black double. When this occurs, several other changes come upon Erina. Her pupils turn to slits, her fingers elongate, nails growing sharp like claws and her features grow pointed and angular, lips stretching and mouth jutting forward slightly in a manner vaguely reminiscent of a muzzle. While in this state she is much stronger and faster than normal, her mind is lost, leaving her to strike out at anything and everything that moves with an angry snarl displaying filed teeth and little instinct for self-preservation. Indeed, were this all, one might make the case that Erina is deadlier when allowing Bend to possess her. While she can’t seem to commune with spirits or use illusions while in this form, her natural fire magic is greatly amplified. She will use this instinctively, throwing out streams of fire at anything on sight and sending swaths of purple flame flying with every swing of her arms. Should she turn into this beast, a firestorm is soon to follow. [b]Inventory:[/b] -Phylactery [/hider]