UserName: MusesFallFirst

Character name: Pylia Keltafer

Age: 32

Mageblood type: Lux

Favoured Magic Class: (Vitalimancy

Previous Magic training: Simple healing spells taught by the temple

Race: Human

Appearance: [img= http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/066/4/8/northern_cross_priestess_by_lasahido-d5x8sk1.jpg]

Short Bio: Pylia grew up in the Hope’s Temple, a rather quaint temple found in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t know much about her past before Hope, the priests found her while tending to the wounded of a neighboring town. She was a small child, crying in the house of a razed house around the bodies of several bandits that were torn to shreds by an unknown mage. The first Sister of Hope's Temple to connect to the child was Mother Hynas. An elderly woman, no children of her own offered to raise the child as a sister of their order. If they knew what was housed inside the child, and the bandits were part of a ritual involving the young girl. They would have slain the child, or left her back in the razed home. 

The priests taught her the ways of Hope, to be patient, kind, to forgive and embrace all. Pylia grew up with these ideas. Often offering to help before the other children, taking to the chores simply to be helpful. When new children arrived at the temple, Pylia was always there to help greet and get them used to the ways of the temple. Mother Hynas noted Pylia was sometimes a little too helpful, taking on responsibilities of the other children. The elders noted Pylia's warmth was something remarkable considering the child's bloody past. 

When her mageblood awoke for the first time as a Lux. The priests embraced this as a sign, that Pylia could tend to the wounded. That they could use magic to tend to the wounded that bandages and medicine couldn’t cure. She was taught a few simple healing spells, giving her a chance to adventure out with the group known as Hope’s Light. The fact that Hope now possessed a Lux healer, gave them additional resources. Including expansions to the Temple, allowing them to take in more affected by the arrival of the demons. 

Pylia, eager to please her family took to this role with determination. The Priestess and company began to move from town to town, healing those in need. For the first time, Pylia had seen the world outside her temple. It was dark, miserable, desolate, and she was healing one person at a time. 

This made a difference, right? 

Pylia felt something inside her that was different, a dislike for those who injured innocent lives, an emotion Pylia was always careful to never show to the others. The more she tried to bottle her emotions up, the more they seemed to corrupt her view of the others. Soldiers, villiagers, even the priests she befriended, she felt herself drawing away from those she cared deeply for. When news passed of Mother Hynas passing, Pylia felt her connection to the temple beginning to fade. For the first time in Pylia's life, she considered leaving the Temple. 

Months passed, and Pylia withdrew from the others on their journey. Often confining herself to study while the others prayed. Late at night, while pouring through her books. Pylia began to hear something whispering from the dark, spidery words that seemed to just scratch at the corners of her mind. Was she sick? Was this part of her mageblood? 

Pylia began to research more into her mageblood, effects of her pushing her magics too hard. Yet nothing spoke of this curse. Her studies were eventually cut short, a holy order to tend to a plague in a distant town came from the elders. While travelling to this town, bandits heard news a woman who’s value outweighed the lives of some stuffy priests that carted her like some holy relic. An unguarded, vitalimancer, a woman who could keep their ranks tended to. In more ways then considered noble. Resulting in an attack by several members of the bandit'swho proceeded to slaughter Pylia’s family. 

As they approached Pylia, she felt the venom and hatred reach out from the shadows. That these bandits saw her as property, to use for their needs, but what about the priests of Hope. Were they no better?

“Do you want to die here?”

Pylia was frightened, that was [i]her[/i] voice. But it was darker, angry, sharp. She spoke to the darkness. 

“I want to live, I need to help people…”

The voice laughed, with that, the darkness surrounded Pylia. A woman stood before her, It was a reflection of Pylia, but it’s like she came back wrong. A woman with clawed hands, her face was not her’s, it was sharp, unnaturally sharp. She reached a clawed hand to the healer.

“Then take my hand, you will live to see the morning, this I promise…” Nervously, Pylia took the womans hand, her entire world faded away to blade. The last image she saw was this woman’s smiling face.

Pylia awoke the next day, the bodies of the bandits surrounding her. Pylia’s snow white robes were bloodied. Her hands caked with dried blood, the bodies of the closest bandit’s were slashed by what could only be claws. Images of the woman’s hands flashed through her mind. 

In a panic, Pylia quickly left. She withdrew from the world. Afraid of what she could do, afraid of the woman with the cold eyes and sharp edges. Still, the rumors of a healer lead the desperate for her aid. They found Pylia still doing what she could, as if she was trying to atone for her past misdeeds. 

While tending to a sick child, the news of a Snow Elf who was being shipped to a Twilight College reached her ears. 

Could they help her? If she gained a better grasp of her mageblood, could she keep the other half buried in shadows?

With that, the last Priestess of Hope’s light began her journey…

Good Attributes: Patient, understanding, kind to a fault. Believes in the goodness of everyone, regardless of their attributes, past, or misdeeds. Has a strong knowledge of medicine. Always concerned with the well-being both mentally and physical of those about her. 

Bad Attributes: Afraid of her own power, aware of the darkness inside and refuses to acknowledge or embrace it. Naive to less then honorable intentions of the world around her. Trusting all who come to her at their word. 

Secret Word: Rebith