[b]Roleplay[/b]
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76817-something-wicked-this-way-comes/ooc]Something Wicked This Way Comes[/url]

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[color=aba000][b]“Why do people suffer? Why do we hide and let plague destroy them? That isn’t [i]nobility[/i]. That can’t be nobility… [i]can it?[/i]”[/b][/color]

[b]Name[/b]
Pythia “The Yellow Rose” Heartspire

[b]Age[/b]
15

[b]Gender[/b]
Female

[b]Personality[/b]
Pythia is ultimately a child of kindness and earnest naivety, whilst her teachings have led her to understand the world isn’t entirely sunshine and rainbows she still maintains a sense of kind optimism despite understanding what horrors man is capable of—it isn’t “easy” for her, either, as she struggles with many moral and ethical dilemmas when faced with opposition. Her relationship with her adopted parents is on good terms, despite a few years of hoisting up their trueborn heir to their house over her, which is understandable by all means but it still hurts as she despite what the law says is still a very young child who even with her longtime mentor finds herself being pushed into action way too early in life.

So you could say that Pythia is a ‘beta’ personality as she prefers to be led, though if she feels opposition to her beliefs she will confront said leader… probably… maybe over tea… in front of everyone… under a good omen. 

[b]Role/Title[/b]
Cleric
  
[b]History[/b]
The story of Pythia is one that is vague to the adopted daughter of the noble house of Heartspire, as she has heard all of the tales of how she came to be—in the end, she had no concept of the truth of where she came from which maddened the girl from a young age to have her questions answered with more questions. A big question arose early regarding her obvious affinity with magic, something that didn’t necessarily outcast her from her friends and peers but did make her feel strangely out of place. It was by her parent’s coin that a noble scholar and magical tutor from Lumoise was afforded and it was with that person that she learned what type of magic she was attuned to. Her place at the table of magic was one of healing, warding, and protecting; something that would resonate with her personality as she would hear story after story of plague or famine or fatal injury that she felt were not necessary.

As Pythia’s youth carried on her instructor became the only guiding light in a sea of what she felt was irrelevance, because why was she within these walls if people outside of them suffered? She pondered as she looked to the noble heroes of old and new for inspiration whilst she struggled with her beliefs. Such struggle was not made easy by the lessons given to her by her instructor who explained the varied opinions of magic of the world, historical consequences, ignorant fear-mongering, and brutal dangers of magic as pertinent teachings that she should be aware of and as she was quite young at the time she found herself terrified of them but never to the point she wanted to shy away from her magic. It was about this time that her parents conceived their first blood child, a male named Xanye. It was then that the divide between the “high society public” became apparent—it wasn’t that they were afraid of her but simply disregarded her as she was no heir of House Heartspire and they made that abundantly clear as they nicknamed her brother as “trueborn”. She was twelve years past her nameday.

With her parents paying more mind to her brother, Pythia absorbed herself more into her studies of the arcane and divine. She looked to the gods for guidance in the spiritual nature whilst she looked to her instructor for even more guidance on not only magic but philosophy. Such dedication became her daily routine outside of court etiquette of the nobility. This would come to conflict when she turned fourteen when the conversation of courting came from her parents lips as if they interested in the concept before at all. “Your life is your path.” – apparently that was only true in the case of engagement. The fifteen year old looked to her instructor for guidance and she was told a truth she had not considered. Within a year she would be an adult by law and her choices would be many; amongst that realization her mentor also confessed that they had little more they could teach them from here and it would be best to apply to a foreign academy of magic or alternatively begin her own path by self-teaching—as a mage without experience was just a fancy scholar. The boys her parents began suggesting would turn into a game of sorts as Pythia took all of the collective knowledge before her; she would deny betrothal and instead enlist in some manner for the empire itself. It was no surprise that after being in a safe, walled city that she would want to find an avenue to explore and help people at large with her skills. In a matter of time she was a legal adult and had a decision to make.

So it was in a rare enlistment that her story continues. 

[b]Extra[/b] 
Pythia’s skills as a cleric are that in wards, restoration, and to an extent alteration. You can basically view her as a quantifiable “white mage” who works within a holy dynamic but as a very young and inexperienced caster she doesn’t have proper battle focus nor does she have the years of dedication for really powerful spells so I’ll have to play that into her combat style. The idea is to have her as a young cleric to learn through experience and probability.