[Hider=Kailea Arydunseyr] [center][img] http://img12.deviantart.net/ab0b/i/2014/125/1/d/fire_mage_by_nosaj7541-d7g7x8g.jpg [/img][/center] [center][h2][i][color=coral]Kailea Arydunseyr[/color][/i][/h2] [color=firebrick][i]”When the fire's hot enough, everything burns.”[/i][/color][/center] [center][h3][i][color=coral]Profile[/color][/i][/h3][/center] [b]Full Name:Kailea Arydunseyr[/b] [b]Titles/Nicknames: Matchstick,Tinderbox, Pyromancer, "No, not the damn tavern-"[/b](Optional) [b]Age:24[/b] [b]Race:Human[/b] [b]Gender:Female[/b] [b]Sexual Orientation:Pansexual[/b] Hair Color: Brown, when it isn't covered in ash or charred at the tips Eye Color: Hazel, leaning toward topaz Height:5 '7" Weight: 150lbs [b]Appearance:[/b] Kailea could not be any less muscular if she tried. Every attempt she's ever made at growing out her auburn hair past her shoulders has met with disaster, and she keeps it singed short and out of her way. Her clothes are in a perpetual state of disrepair thanks to her mastery, or lack thereof, of fire and she chooses to wear as little as possible to avoid inadvertently igniting something on her person, though it makes it easy to see the puckered red welts of the burns she's given herself in the past from her attempts to learn how to control her magic. It's rare to see her not going barefoot, in some manner of sleeveless top. She doesn't so much walk around as she meanders around to music only she can hear. [b]Personality:[/b] Kailea has never been a shy person. An embodiment of confidence, she is known for shamelessly flirting with anything that has a pulse, and has a sharp tongue that gets her into (and out of) trouble almost as often as her magics do. She has something of a shopping addiction that stems from a constant need to replace her charred belongings and money will often figuratively, and literally, burn a hole through her pocket. And while she has little trouble finding things to like about anyone who crosses her path, once she has been wronged, her temper burns every bit as hot as the spells in her arsenal. She cannot stand to be cold or wet in the least, and is the most happy on bright sunny days, and insufferable on sodden rainy ones. She's rarely without some manner of company, during the night or day, because more than anything, she cannot stand being alone. [center][h3][i][color=coral]Combat[/color][/i][/h3][/center] [b]Strength: 2[/b] [b]Dexterity: 5[/b] [b]Intelligence: 5[/b] [b]Cunning: 7[/b] [b]Magic: 9[/b] [b]Willpower: 4[/b] [b]Endurance: 3[/b] [b]Charisma: 5[/b] [b]Weapons of Choice:[/b] While completely inept with any manner of martial weapon, Kailea is never without a small assortment of various flameable oils and powders that offer her a bit of flexability when it comes to using her magic. -A palm-sized clay flask of plain lamp oil -A vial no thicker than two fingers of a distilled spirit that burns vibrant green -An old coin purse filled with a powdered mushroom that burns without smoke or residue. [b]Armor/Combat Apparel:[/b] Kailea doesn't bother with armor, and in her experience, it only serves as a hinderance. Her protection of choice consists of a pair of leather half gloves that protect her palms, and close, form fitting clothing that allow her complete freedom of movement. And allows her to show off a bit of any onlookers in the crowd. [b]Fighting Style:[/b] With little to no physical prowess of her own, Kailea fights dirty and has exactly no shame about it. She takes great delight in insulting and goading her opponents into making clumsy mistakes in a bid to shut her up. In another life, she could have been a world-class actress for all the acts she puts on in front of a crowd, often choosing to play the victim to a stronger opponent, while they take their time giving the crowd the show they paid for. She fancies herself to be better suited for the kind of explosive finale that leaves people talking, rather than meaningless fighting no one will ever remember. Both in and out of the ring, she's not shy about letting people in close, either to make them extremely uncomfortable, or burn them black. She has some ability to cast spells at range, but personally finds it boring when she can't get up close and personal. However, she's no stranger to her plans and spells backfiring spectacularly. [b]Magical Affinity:[/b] Fire, spellweaver [list][*][i]Spell 1: Summon flame-[/i] A magically summoned fire roughly the size of a human head at its largest, and as small as a single match. Can be thrown, and will ignite flammable material upon contact. Can be shaped slightly with concentration. [*][i]Spell 2: Overheat-[/I] A wall of fire engulfs the caster for several seconds, before expanding out from the center by 10 feet. the longer the spell is held prior to release, the hotter the flames become and can injure the caster if held for too long. [*][i]Spell 3: Searing Pain-[/I] This spell deals no physical damage and can only be cast through skin-to-skin contact. Target feels as if they have caught fire and are burning. Caster must maintain concentration, or the spell breaks. [/list] [center][h3][i][color=coral]Legacy[/color][/i][/h3][/center] [b]Place of Birth:[/b]Tyren [b]Social Status:[/b]Exile [b]Alignment:[/b] Fire [b]History:[/b] Kailea was born to a family of weaponsmiths. From an early age, she enjoyed watching her father work and helped him in the smithy however he would let her. Her favorite jobs involved tending to the forge itself, whether it be feeding the always ravenous fires, or pumping air into it with the bellows as large as she was tall. She despised being cold, and working the forge was a way for her to be close to the always burning fire. Much to her mother's dismay, despite taking after her in looks, Kailea had inherited her father's unashamed mannerisms and sense of humor. She had no qualms about speaking to whomever would listen as she stood on the tips of her toes to peak over the stone counters. When she became a girl of ten, her world turned upside down, as a neighboring warband swept through their lands. In the middle of the night, the raiding party used the cover of a harsh blizzard to push past the clan's defenses before an alarm could be raised. The sound of screams and smell of smoke greeted her, as her mother ripped her out of her bed and carried her into the forge. She didn't understand when her mother wrapped her in a soaking wet blanket and doused the fires with snow and ice, before pushing Kailea inside and covering her with ash and soot. [I]"Do not move. Do not make a sound."[/I] Kailea listened to her mother and laid in the bed of ash for two days, listening to the sounds of unfamiliar voices while both they and the warmth from the stone of her father's forge gradually faded away and left her freezing and alone. On the third day she could find comfort from the biting cold, no matter how tightly she curled in on herself. The forge was cold, and she had nothing but charcoal for company. She laid quietly, barely lucid and dreaming of the days when the forge was bright and lit and the air was filled with the ringing sounds of her father shaping the strongest metals. The smell of smoke ripped her away from her dream, and she looked to see a small flickering fire that danced in the old coals between her hands. It was from that small fire that her fallen clan's allies found her. They spotted the tiny curl of smoke and carried her away from the remains of her home and people. As soon as she was of age to travel, Kailea left the frozen lands behind to find both a proper teacher for her magic and her fortune in the wider world. Though it quickly became apparent that it was the latter she'd need to procure the former. Her search for a teacher had led her to Risha and another round of disappointment, when she had nothing put lint in her pockets to pay for tutelage. Her begging and bartering did not earn her any favor, though she was told that if it was money she sought, the impending tournament could provide enough to cover the cost of her lessons. Other: To clarify here, Kailea is often suggestive, but not outright lewd. She aims to make people uncomfortable, but enjoys her wordplay so that she has time to watch things sink in . [/hider] Ok, I think I got everything, but (obviously) let me know what needs to be tweaked or if something is plain not right! Also, I wasn't sure if the "weapon" is ok, since she's useless when it comes to physical combat and you probably don't want her holding anything wooden... if not, not a big deal.