[hider=Crowd of One][color=ed1c24][h3][b]HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Name: [/b][/color]Alisia Fairgavel 
[color=7bcdc8][b]Sobriquets: [/b][/color]Crowded One
[b][color=7bcdc8]Concept: [/color][/b]A little girl whose life is uprooted who longs for the splendor of the past and the time where life was simple. Yet to trust others is to invite the possibility that it might all be turned up over again. You can’t trust anyone but yourself. Then you have to do everything yourself, be everything yourself. Isn’t that the only way to live a happy life that no one will interfere with? 

[hider=Origin:]
What is the body but the vessel for the mind. What is a body but a shell that separates you from the world? A mind is trapped in the body, doomed no matter how far it wishes to spread. There is only one body you have, there is only one you. But does it truly have to be that way? How beautiful people are when propped up by others, those who stand at the top held by those beneath them so they can shine in the light. Yet those who are held up by others can be brought down by others.

Born to a noble family of Elatreis. She lived a pleasant enough life. Her family was a loving sort, and they were in a good standing due to their land, and the work of her father as a judge. The people around her treated her well and she simply lived happy as a child would. She trusted, or rather had no reason to distrust people. She was an only child, the result of troubled attempts of infertility in the Fairgavels. People were simply those who would pamper her, who would be nice to her. She was loved because she was the only one, she was loved because she was the daughter. Yet life cannot simply be the playing out of a role, and tragedy strikes all the more to those whose happiness is supported so precariously. One day everything was taken from her. An unclean spirit came to end the Fairgavels, enticed by a deal, and with their master dead the servants took to pillaging and looting. Yet the spirit did not take her life when it came to her. If anything it spoke to her, and enlightened her. She would be spared for she was not the child of the Fairgavels, but merely a child picked up, adopted out of longing and due to their inability to conceive. Her life as a Fairgavel was ended. She was enlightened, her third eye forced open. Her life as a normal girl too came to an end.

In a sense the spirit had done what it was asked to do and what it had pleased. But even with that mercy the end of the Fairgavels had come. Frightened she fled, and later she found that she was both assumed dead and many curse the name of her line. Grudges, curses, the work of a judge bringing little but ill will to the one who sentenced and put a face to the punishments and misfortunes those the people knew met. She did not know if her father was just, she did not know if her father was cruel. All she knew is that she had lost everything and that few would come to her aid.

So she left.

Everything can tumble down, everything that was established as the foundation for everything you know can fall away. The only way to be completely sure of everything, the only way to be truly safe is to be just by yourself. The only one you know for certain, the only one who you can trust being you.  But there are things that you cannot do alone. The servants that cooked and cleaned, the guards that trained, the lord who ruled and managed the land, along with dealing with their neighbors and the kingdom at large. A single girl, nobleraised or not cannot do everything. Any sort of person cannot be a world or a home of their own. That feeling of shining high, so beautifully, propped up by others cannot be attained alone.

Then how does one turn into many? Like playing house, a life controlled and directed by one. Yes, that was what would be beautiful, what would be safe. So she explored the new possibilities the spirit gave her, taking the new path that opened as she was pushed out of her old life. Take the bodies of others, twist the minds of others, twist her body, twist her mind. She’d work to become more than just one. Of course such a thing would erode one’s own identity. 

But she felt that she had lost hers already a long time ago.

Elatreis is a land unkind to sorcerers and the only land she truly knew, even if she only came to truly see it and live in it after being ousted out of her nest. The offer set by the kingdom was as such too good not to take. Even if it cannot be completely trusted, even if she feels that it may all fall apart like her original life, she deemed it a deal worth taking anyway.[/hider]

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Appearance:[/b][/color][/b] The face of Alisia is fair, blonde hair curled over her shoulders and resting upon her collar. Her nose is with a soft curve, her brows neutral and relaxed. Yet what should be a beautiful face is mirred by eyes brimming with a unfocused glaze and distrust, almost as if she were distant. Even if she is pretty there is a sense of oddity to her. Her mannerisms feel all natural and yet inconsistent. The only thing that truly feels natural is the grace that she presents that seems evocative of a well-learned and groomed maiden. Yet even in her element there is a sense of hollowness that invites disatisfaction and unease when looking at her. 

Her body is thin, although her stature is tall and the foundation of it healthy. Yet the marks of starving herself, out of lack, and sometimes simply due to her own neglect have began to show. Rather than a flower whose growth was stunted the impression is that of a strange flower who has bloomed, then has began to mutate and wilt.


[color=ed1c24][b]Skills and Flaws[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6][b]Name: Nurtured, not Nature. [/b][/color] The truth of the matter is that Alisia is simply a girl picked up with her own genetic origins unknown. The presentation is that of a well-bred girl, fair in face and in manners. Even after the end of her old life there are habits and learned mannerisms that she can’t quite shake off, drilled into her very bones and soul. Combined with some knowledge of the methods of Elatreis’s upper class, it could be said to be remnants of her old life.

[color=6ecff6][b]Name:Imprinted Instinct[/b][/color]  She was never raised as a warrior, she would never be the shining knight in armor. But handy enough with a knife, and guided by the memories of those raised in the streets, her reaction to danger is swift, instinct and experience not born of her own life guiding her to overcome hesitation.

[color=6ecff6][b]Name: Conglomerate Library[/b][/color] There are many things known if you gather the knowledge of different people. Even the small shards of knowledge collected from dozens can add up to a lot.

As a result of her own sorcery, not as a direct result but instead as a simple consequence of the nature of her weirds,  the memories and knowledge of many different subjects lingers within her. Sometimes it is not a complete picture, sometimes it is a small fragment. Yet her knowledge is better than a simple flop who decided to inanely poke at the surface of every little thing they could think of. Yet the honed knowledge of a single life dedicated to a single topic, in other words, an expert, is beyond her reach. In a life that became a pursuit of knowledge and travel without a home to return to it is more than enough however.

[color=0072bc][b]Name: Malleable Ego, Melding Mind[/b][/color] Her own identity and mind is not the most stable, forcing itself upon others, taking from others. As such it could be said that she is susceptible ironically the most out of any to those who wish to warp her own. As a sorcerer her resistance is more than a normal mortal, but among her kind she is the most malleable. 

The distinction between "her" and "them" continues to blur, and her own personality is at times unstable, impulses focused through the lens of “her” but born from the cumulative experiences of “them”. Yet in the end it is still her. But what a battered ego it is...

[color=7bcdc8][b]Hooks:[/b][/color]

[list][*]The one who brought ruin to her family still likely searches for her when it turned out her body was never discovered. On top of that the legacy of her father, for good or bad may hold bitter memories for some.
[*]To be safe, to live like the little girl surrounded and pampered by others again, to be the architect of all around her. 
[*]How much of a world can one build by their own. One built by one, for one.[/list]

[color=ed1c24][h3][b]SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Initiation:[/b][/color]  The ringing voice in her ears, the despair blooming in her breast. Her family was taken from her figuratively and literally. The spike pierced her, she did not resist. What purpose would that have had after all?

[color=ed1c24][b]Weirds[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6][b]Name:Transmigratory Thief
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What is the body but the vessel for the mind. What is a body but a shell that separates you from the world? A mind is trapped in the body, doomed no matter how far it wishes to spread. There is only one body you have, there is only one you.

But does it truly have to be that way?

Alisia has found a way to twist her mind and impose it upon the bodies of others. This possession however also imposes the bodies of others, and even if the mind of whoever she possesses is restrained and repressed as she takes the reins, it shapes her as she directs it. Memories are taken, knowledge gleaned. As such the main danger of this useful ability to puppet and take from others is the integrity of one’s identity. Yet, even to someone like Alisia who has abandoned the notion of holding the preservation of “herself” as her highest priority, it is a risk and danger, and if she spends too much time within one body and life she might be subsumed into them instead. As is the longest she has spent puppeting someone was two days. Her eventual goal is to be able to control more than one at a time, and not have to abandon her body and leave it at the mercy of its environment when she does this.

[color=6ecff6][b]Name:Mesmerizing Voice[/b][/color] 

The minds of others cannot be known, the actions of others cannot be trusted.

Yet she wants to be celebrated, she wants to be lifted by others.

If she cannot trust others then she can control them. While she can only truly trust actions born of her own she has learned to program and add orders that will later be carried out in those whose bodies she has taken. She cannot adjust or add to those orders later. However she can plant it in her own body as well to make sure that she will be safe even as she dives into others.

Simple commands are what can be given, rather than something broad such as “stay safe” or “Fight this person.” An order such as “punch this man when you next see them.” or “avoid this street.” or “do not eat cheese” is more the lines of what can be done.

[color=6ecff6][b]Name:Retraced Flesh.[/b][/color]

The body is one’s body, and the bodies of others are separate beings. Yet Alisia has found a way to blur the line, blending her mind into the bodies of others and taking a trace of a memory of their bodies with her. A feeling, a knowledge that lingers in her soul, she can manipulate and shift whatever body she is focused on at the time, distorting and blending up to 20% of it with the makeup of another being she controlled. From a blend to augment her traits, or focusing it upon a part of the body for a purpose. Especially good for utilizing muscle memory or disguise.

[color=ed1c24][h3][b]BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM[/b][/h3][/color]
[color=7bcdc8][b]Nephilim: Etryudaen[/b][/color] 
[color=7bcdc8][b]Sobriquets:Cocoon[/b][/color] 

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Concept:[/b][/color][/b]  A odd mishmash of a butterfly, a jelly fish and a serpent. Those who are reborn in change, and and those who are simply reborn as a static eternity.

[b][color=7bcdc8][b]Form:[/b][/color][/b] Form:Almost gelatinous, slime-like in how it moves. The wings and feelers of a insect spread wide, yearning to fly and yet able to not. The scales that cling to its body shed and fall, clinging and binding a body that wishes to growth further than its frame currently allows. The Translucent flesh beneath bubbles and writhes like the ocean tides. It is almost like an incubatory chamber, and within grows possibility.  Its head is that of a beast, and as it slithers forth it seems almost like a trapped child who will never grow up to become the mature being it should be. 

[color=ed1c24][b]Abominations[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6][b]Name:Learned Flesh[/b][/color] Etryudaen is malleable, changing. When exposed to damage and danger it heals and grows wise to what has harmed it. In short, it holds regenerative properties and the ability to grow resistant to what has last harmed it. However when it does that the translucent, almost liquid-like flesh becomes solid, defined, taking on weakness just as it does strength.


[color=6ecff6][b]Name:Spark of Life[/b][/color] Convergent evolution means that some Nephilim share traits, similarities.

Electricity born of its own strange lifeforce floods it, overwhelming others and causing them to go into overdrive. To a being that seems to embody endless life, to be forced to try and match it is folly for most things. Growth can be induced by shocks of lightning, growths that can try to conform to the shape as a healing aid, or growths that can devour the self, becoming cancerous and overwhelming the target.

[color=6ecff6][b]Name::Leeching Dust
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Stealing from others is in one point of view the nature of life and existence. Pollen-like dust flutters out of the mangled limbs and body of  Etryudaen, flying towards and clinging to that which is living. Growing like moss if it manages to settle in, it absorbs life and feasts upon those it takes root in to offer as tribute to Etryudaen.

[color=0072bc][b]Name:Eternal Scars[/b][/color] 

Related to Learned Flesh- Too many different sources of damage and it may end up healing in a way that compromises and even weakens it. There is adaption, but that is not always beneficial. Finally scars happen even to those who are malleable, and sufficient damage will carve itself into Etryudaen permanently, and weaken it.[/hider]