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[b]Name:[/b] Adrianna Kirchner -- Adrian Vargas

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Gender:[/b] Female, but dresses and travels as a male. 

[b]Race:[/b] Mura

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Adrianna has dark straight hair with green eyes. Her complexion is a bit pale, largely unmarred with freckles or scars. Adrianna is very lean, but toned, and stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall. She binds her chest beneath a loose undershirt, though her chest is rather flat anyway. As she has cut her hair and dresses like a man, she looks much younger than she actually is. She does not bear facial hair, and her voice sounds like she might not have hit puberty yet. She has no tattoos or piercings.
Clothing: [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/90/b1/2d90b1f8eec3bd67f845acc18db9f525.jpg[/img]
Face: [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/29/b8/16/29b81695df80fc73b961fef5596a3209.jpg[/img]
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[b]Element Affinity:[/b] Edos

[b]Magic:[/b] Luminous
Adrianna can channel the light energy to heal. She can also create and control an orb of light to illuminate a dark area. She does not have combat magic.

[b]Gear:[/b] She carries herbs, salves, and some basic medical supplies that she has gathered together in a pouch that hangs on her waist. Adrianna carries a small dagger in her left boot, and a two section bo staff, split, one on each hip. She also carries a sling-shot, and is able to use a bow, though she doesn't currently have one.

She carries flint and firesteel, some dried meat for rations, and a container of water in a satchel over her shoulder. In there is also a small book and writing utensil, in which she has drawings and information about plants and their many uses for healing, eating, and poisoning.


[b]Brief History:[/b]
Adrianna came from a long line of loyal church worshippers, growing up in one of the major cities. Her parents were both Acolytes, and she was raised to follow in their footsteps, with deep seated loyalty to the Church. She rarely got sick as a child, and though she played with the other children, the fact that she rarely got hurt was often contributed to her more careful nature. Though her magic manifested when she was a young girl, it was not noticed until she was eight. 

Adrianna and the other children were playing with slingshots after their lessons had concluded, and one of the boys purposefully struck a bird. It fell to the ground, its wing damagid and obviously in pain. The children crowded around, and Adrianna stepped forward, scooping it up. She rushed it over to her parents, tears filling her eyes as she woefully told them what the boy had done to the poor, innocent creature. As the tears fell down her cheeks, however, her hands began to glow, and the bird healed right in front of them. It flew away as her parents stared at her in shock. They had all been educated about magis, and the children (namely Wesley Dimond, who struck the bird in the first place) immediately began to shout and cause a ruckus about the magi in their midst.

[i]The young healer remembered sitting on a bench outside of one of the offices of the church as her parents sat inside, talking with two of the priests, and even a bishop. She was dressed in her nicest clothing, and her hair had been neatly braided that morning by her mother, who could barely hold back her own tears. Of course she still loved her daughter, but both parents worried that their faith in the Church had faltered, and that was why their child was afflicted in such a manner. The priest exited the room first, her parents in tow, and the bishop at the end, though the well-dressed man moved up past the parents to listen as the priest asked Adrianna about her loyalties. 

She answered honestly, that she believed in the Church, and wanted to serve the church faithfully however she could. She had always been an avid learner, and followed all of the rules. After their questioning was finished, the girl bit her lip and looked up at the priest, too nervous to ask the Bishop directly. “Why is this happening to me?” She asked, her voice quivering. She heard her mother turn and bury her head against Adrianna’ father’s chest to muffle her own sobs, and Adrianna looked down in shame.

“Young One,” the priest began. “You may be afflicted, but we know that you are loyal. You have just been given a very special opportunity to serve the Church—to serve the greater good.” He said. He was the only person in the room smiling. The Bishop seemed to instead be appraising the situation with a completely neutral expression.

“Really?” Adrianna asked, looking up at the man with hope. “Will I get to be an acolyte, like my mommy and daddy?”

“Oh no, no dear.” The priest said, barely stifling a laugh. A magi couldn’t possibly be a messenger of the Church.
“Then…what will I do?” She asked.[/i]

-.-

Adrianna spent the next ten years faithfully serving the Church. She was permitted to study some about healing magic, and a great deal about herbs and medicine as well. Though her magic was not strong initially, she could stop bleeding and make a fatal wound merely crippling—then supplement with salves, stitches, and bandages. She healed and tended to hunters, mostly, when they came back from their excursions. 

At first, she asked them about their adventures, longing to hear about life outside of the Church and the city. When her loyalty was called into question for wanting to know so much, however, she ceased asking and merely did as she was told. Adrianna retreated into herself a fair bit over that time. The children she had grown up alongside did not want to see her, and the hunters looked down on her. Her parents regarded her as some sort of defect, and the more she tried to remind them that she was the same, the more withdrawn they became. 

When she was nineteen, Adrianna was asked a question that broke her resolve. 
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“How does it feel?” One of the hunters asked her as she lay her hand upon his shoulder wound. 

“I’m sorry, sir?” Adrianna asked, her voice distracted. The hunter grabbed her hand, holding it against him, and forced her attention upon him once more. 

“I said, how does it feel, magi? To turn on your own?” He asked, his breath thick with alcohol.

“I serve the Church, as I have all my life.” Adrianna answered, looking down and waiting for him to release her arm so she could continue her work.

“Yes, of course you do. Lucky you were born here, eh? Otherwise we’d probably have already rid the world of you.” He laughed raucously before releasing her arm. “Now finish healing me.”

Adrianna should have kept silent, but she couldn’t. Something inside her was boiling, a defiance that she had never let surface around others. “You have magic, too.” She said suddenly. “So I could ask you the same question.” She sat up a bit taller at that, feeling like she had defended herself rather well against the drunk magi.

“You don’t get it kid, I ask myself that every goddamn day.” He reached down with his free arm for the flask at his side and took another swig. [/i]

Adrianna thought about his words for weeks before she made her decision. She gathered her essential things in a bag, including a bit of money she had saved up from holidays, and left in the middle of the night. A few days later, she changed her appearance, cutting off the hair that had grown more than halfway down her back. She exchanged her clothes, and then found herself standing on the docks, looking at the ships at port. They had seen enough young boys fleeing home for adventure, and didn’t need along-winded explanation for her desire to work on the deck of the ship. She offered her medical knowledge as well, and tended to wounds without magic for a few ships over the next few years, along with various other duties on the ship.

[b]Additional Info:[/b] She may know Remus and “Bernadette” if only in passing.


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