[quote=@Raylah]
Hello, I would like to join if it is still possible :) I hope I didnt make any major mistakes in the CS, if so, feel free to point them out and I will do my best to fix them.

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[b]Name:[/b] Dhaeva

[b]Race/Faction:[/b] Shrikanti

[b]Age:[/b] looks around 35, but is probably much older

[b]Description: [/b]

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Dhaeva looks like a typical Shrikanti woman – very dark skin, rather short and skinny. She always wears magical talismans and trinkets, some of them made of wood and stones, some of them of animal bones or teeth. She has looked the same age for years, some even say decades, maintaining her body through her magic. Her eyes are said to hide the flames of Sol, as they are bright orange, a color very unusual amongst the Shrikanti.

[b]"Class":[/b] Witch

[b]Motivation:[/b] 
Dhaeva prefers to stay out of conflict and tries to focus on helping her people through healing and protection magic. She will fight fiercely when her people are attacked, but is quite reluctant to attack herself.

[b]History: [/b]
Dhaeva was born as a sixth child into a poor family. Her father was a goatherd and their family wealth were a small herd of goats. Dhaeva’s mother died a few days after giving birth to her, the childbirth was long and complicated, and she never stopped bleeding after it. Because her father could hardly feed the children he already had, let alone a few days old infant, she sent her to a witch coven to raise her. Witches were reluctant to take the baby in, but when the oldest one saw the color of child’s eyes, she prophesied great future for it.

So Dhaeva grew up learning magic even before she could walk and talk. She studied all kinds of magic, but it was the healing that she preferred, partially because of the way her mother died. Dhaeva wanted to prevent that happening to other women.

Very little of this history is known to common people, as Dhaeva spends her long life travelling between Shrikanti cities and smaller settlements, sometimes spending few months in place, sometimes a few years. She has a place in every witch coven, but she rarely uses this privilege, as she prefers to lead simple life free from politics.

She has been staying in the city of Cealla for the past three years, helping other Shrikanti and surviving on the gifts she received for her help. 

[b]Strengths: [/b]
She excels in healing and protective spells, also knows some useful curses and confusion spells. She wants to help everyone and hates to see people dying from causes that could be prevented, like minor diseases or hunger.

[b]Weakness: [/b]
She is very reluctant to use offensive magic. She helps people sometimes to the detriment of herself, giving them last food or water or using her powers to the point of exhaustion. Also, she is quite weak in hand-to-hand combat.

[b]What is the most important thing to know about your character? [/b]
Dhaeva is a healer, not just by profession, but by heart. 

[b]What is your character's greatest flaw? [/b]
Sometimes she cares too much and that can be used against her. She will go out her way to try and save people, even into dangerous situations.

[b]Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?[/b]
While she doesn’t like using offensive magic, she certainly knows her way around it. If nothing else, she can help protect her people from foreign attacks.


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Dhaeva was sitting in front of her hut, enjoying the morning sun. If you asked her, mornings were the best part of the day. Perfect balance between the unpleasant cold of the night and exhausting heat of the afternoon. She closed her eyes and appreciated the quiet for a moment.
“Dhaeva, Dhaeva!” So much for the quiet. Little girl was running towards her, calling her name.
[color=fff200]“What is it?”[/color] she asked while getting up and trying to remember the girl’s name. Was it Sali, or Sari or something like that? She couldnt have been more than six years old.
“Our well is dry again, my mother asks if you could help us.“
Another one? That’s the third one in two weeks. [color=fff200]“Well then let’s see what the power of Macea can do about it,“[/color] she smiled at the girl and followed her around the outskirts of the city. Some people greeted her as she passed by. She tried to at least smile at them and remember everyone, but there were just too many. So many people and only one of her to help all of them. 
Finally, they arrived to a small hut. Some more children were playing around it, from small toddlers to about age of ten. Older children were probably somewhere working, so their younger siblings had something to eat.
Dhaeva headed straight to the well. It was a typical well shared by multiple families from the area. She peeked at the bottom. There was some wet mud, but that was about it, no water. Some women were watching her carefully, as she sat down on the sand next to the empty well. Dhaeva closed her eyes and reached for her magic, mumbling prayers to Macea. Praying wasn’t necessary for this spell, but it helped her concentrate.
She spread her senses around and down, beneath the dry sand. A few years ago, any novice witch could simply reach a little bit under the surface and she would find plenty of water to fill a dozen of wells. Now Dhaeva had to reach deep to find the spring and direct it into the well. She was shaking and drops of sweat appeared on her forehead, as the well slowly started to fill with water. When she was sure that the water will find the right way on its own, she interrupted the spell, sighing with relief. Water gathering was getting harder and harder. In just a few decades, this place will turn back into a dry dessert, she thought to herself.
The children were cheering and playing around the well, splashing water at each other. Their mothers picked up some water into larger pots for cooking. 
One of them headed to Dhaeva with a basket in her hands. “We thank you for your help,” she said and bowed slightly. “Here, have this in return.”
Dhaeva took the basket and looked inside. It was filled with some basic food, milk and a little bit of butter. [color=fff200]“I thank you for this gift,”[/color] she smiled at the woman, already thinking about starving children from a family she visited yesterday. Well today, they will finally have something proper to eat.
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I thought liram would be the only veiled one yay he's got a bud