[center][hider=A Bitch of a Holy Woman] [h2][color=darkolivegreen]Anyon[/color][/h2] [hider=In her monk garbs] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/366129818791575552/477629386674405390/hijiri_byakuren_touhou_drawn_by_darjeeling_reley__sample-cd5ce81cc6e1264fb7e160d536b2db3d.jpg[/img] https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2285615 Link to the actual artist, Credit Be To Them [/hider] [hider=Without The Hat] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/366129818791575552/477629386074357790/faris_scherwiz_final_fantasy_and_final_fantasy_v_drawn_by_sen_ichi_wave__83ad009b4fff41db6ac0e15d4c6.jpg[/img] https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/837974 Link to the Actual Artist, Credit Be To Them Not the same clothes, but the headband is there [/hider] [hider=Her Knuckles] [Img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/281214657463582720/477633038210301952/Screenshot_20180810-202027_Instagram.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Her Staff] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/366129818791575552/477629462398107670/kakkahara.jpg[/img] [/hider] [b]35 | Female | 210 lbs/95 kg | 6’7"/204 cm [sub]Water[/sub] | Native | Human[/b] [u][b]Description[/b][/u] [color=darkolivegreen]A Paradoxical Cleric or The Mending Monk[/color] [u][b]Appearance Description[/b][/u] She is almost always in her clergy/monk garbs and is rarely seen wearing anything else. The closest she’s gotten is bandages to tend wounds or armor when absolutely necessary. She tends to avoid armor though as it restricts her movement. [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] You could say that Anyon has been a passionate soul ever since the day she was born. Calling her passionate in the wrong way may makee you liable for an asswhooping though. She is a stubborn woman to a fault, who refuses to back down when she wants her voice heard. And she often wants her voice heard. Her short temper is mostly towards nonsense and idiots than anything, to which she will gladly be a blunt bitch towards. She has enough common sense and self-restraint never to get into fights unless the first fist is thrown, however, and even considers those that would take words or verbal arguments and make them into fights, to be “insults to society.” She has a foul mouth, but an odd dedication to never say anything too far, especially around children or those who seem too innocent. She’ll even slap upside the head if you do. She is someone who, despite her work, refuses to see someone in true despair, no matter what they’ve done. That’s not to say she’ll help them in any actually [i]tactful[/i] manner, but she’ll try. Her patience is also paper-thin at best, with only those she knows closely getting anything better. Despite all this, she is a devout religious woman, who honestly just wants to have a world where people can achieve some form of secondary life. If your not of the church, that’s fine by her, so long as you don’t blaspheme. Denying any sense of spirituality or belief in purpose is liable to just piss her off though. Apologies are expected quickly and concisely if you do. For those that truly(or seem as tho they might) wish to hear her or even another out, she will always glad help and talk with them. Fair warning, though, she is not easy to deceive and she won’t hesitate to call someone out or even hit them if they do. She’s a believer in karma after all, and dishing it out to others is fine in her book. Though note that “karma” and “revenge” are different in her book. [u][b]Class[/b][/u] Anyon is, despite what her personality may tell, a healer and support by trade. She uses Yang incantations to primarily buff the others around her, such as their defensive abilities or how well they can attack. Due to this, she may stay further to the rear so she can keep her focus better and perform the necessary buffs. However, that’s only if she deems it necessary and usually if she truly [i]needs[/i] better focus. Otherwise, she is right there along with those she’s helping, beating down her opponent’s with her segmented healing staff. Barring that, she has a pair of knuckles on at all times in case she’s disarmed and is a great martial artist. Redirecting attacks and aiming for weak spots(usually pressure points) is her bread and butter. The downside about this is that her buffs and heals are not as strong as they usually would be while she’s in midfight, due to more rapid casting and she’s only able to buff but so many people at a time, usually only 2 or 3. In the event she’s caught on her own however, do not make the mistake of thinking she’s easy prey. At that point, she will buff herself instead and simply fight herself. There is a drawback. Pre-buffing can be time consuming and should they wear off mid-battle, it can be difficult using them again unless she gets the opportunity again. Though, usually “opportunity” translates into “hit or concuss them until they let you buff again” for her. [u][b]Bio[/b][/u] [hider=The Land of Aier’Sun, her Homeland(Just gives some backstory, don’t need to read)] The frozen lands far to the north west lands of Gusteko are home to a hardy and stern people, brave men and women of proud and heroic lineage that worship the sun and hunt the nights at command of their holy texts that spoke of demons in the shifting snows, with their many forms and species said to be a representation of the land and thus control a layer of hell. In total there is said to be 11 layers of this devil infested plane. Though the city is vast it is secluded in a corner few travel save for merchants and traders who call this fortified city their home, risking life and limb to travel and secure goods that are hard found in this frigid homeland. The clergy are the ruling powers of the winter city of Aier'Sun, warrior clerics trained from birth in the ways of deadly combat. Women are trained to be undoubtedly the most dangerous as their principles of combat believe it is far easier to steal the strength of your enemy and use it against them by crushing the various clusters of nerves and sensitive muscle tissue across the human form. It is said that a single strike from the white clothed Holy Women can cripple your leg, a second can stop your heart. These are not shallow boasts. The men have many castes in this place, from the worthless subjects groveling at the feet of the clergy, to the stout spearmen who protect the village, all the way up to drillmasters and specially trained watchers. The highest ranking a male can claim without being royalty is that of the Warrior Cleric. Leaders of the devout practitioners and the hundreds of proud fighting men across the city, respected for their years of service under the royal 'First Warrior' that leads the city proper. To become these proud men and women of influence and power is a matter of birth. Not luck. Not training. Not skill. The clergy has carved bones with dozens of their holy symbols and believe their sacred casts can predict a beings future. It is extremely rare for a first warrior the be called upon by the bones but it is a guarantee of a bright future. To be a warrior cleric, man or woman, is the result of a single roll in over 100. Their teachings are strict, brutal, physically and spiritually demanding, and many are crippled in their training and cast out of the order as they are stripped of their sacred clothes, sworn to never reveal the inner machinations of their training. It is not uncommon for an open mouthed castaway to be executed and denied heaven as a result for their transgressions. [/hider] Anyon was always destined to be a protector of the city first, a healing warrior second, and a religious woman third. It always seemed that two of these came naturally to her, as they probably should. Born to two warrior clerics fairly high in the city’s pecking order, she was told time and again of the importance her position is and prestige is, well before she could even understand what prestige could even mean. Many around her drilled this idea of fighting being a birthright of hers. While she enjoyed playing with the others around her, she always knew what her destiny would be. It scared her at times. She would always cry so many tears about it, to the point where her childhood nickname was “Crybabyon.” The adults knew of this but simply left it alone. Except for her older cousin, Yan. She would always say “be strong and know that you are strength.” She took those words and kept them. When it finally became time to train, the fun times she knew were over and a hellish enlightenment began instead. At first, the newfound work nearly broke Anyon. Days and weeks went by where she would be screaming during her exercises, inwardly or outwardly, and panting after they were done. A few of her fellow trainees did in fact drop out around her, but she never did, or rather she never could. Her willpower simply wouldn’t allow her to even entertain the idea, let alone bringing shame to her family name. It went on for years and while her will remained, her once playfulness and childish glee turned into a tenacity that could make grown men shutter. She grew a nasty habit of getting into fights, both as sparring and sometimes when they got too hot-blooded. Considering she was taller than most of them and even some teachers,she was considered a “fun challenge” by them. Every time, however, she fixed it with a better habit. She mended her wounds, as well as those she fought, even as they looked annoyed at her. No one had called her a crybaby once throughout her training. At 23, she was sent to the western wing of the city to assist with guarding Yan’s sector of the city and also for better training with her staff. Her cousin had been held with such high regard and was a master in combat, but she could only do so much. It was the third night of a mostly uneventful patrol(with the only intruders being some boars). While her squad was some ways away from the city, an arrow was shot into a nearby tree. One of the guards, one she used to know from family outings, took a look at it...Oh, if only he had seen the tiny, tiny stone attached sooner. In a millisecond, the surroundings had bursted into an icy explosion. She said she only felt cold and being flung aside before she passed out. As Anyon woke with a start, she checked herself first. Her wounds were bandaged, though not entirely healed. With a groan, she looked out to see she wasn’t in the city limits anymore. It had apparently been two months since the explosion. The outcast that had bandaged her up told her that. He had been away from the city for some time now but always came just close enough to admire its beauty while staying out of the patrolways. The night she was knocked out was the night of an attack by an unknown faction. She was the only one he could find before a second explosion of fire nearly got both of them. He couldn’t go back there obviously and simply took her in to heal her wounds. She knew she had to be presumed dead. She couldn’t go back. Given assistance by an outcast and failing to protect her city or even die honorably in its name...she refused to go back in such disgrace. She rushed out of the outcasts house. After sometime of having left, she found herself in more southern lands with only some robes of a monk and a hat to her name. There were nights where she went hungry, but she always managed to find dinner the day after somehow. Be it luck, scavenging, or hunting. Eventually her experience in healing proved helpful as she took up being a mercenary. Her nature called out for her though and she soon was both a warrior and a medic. She felt shame for it...Using her birthright for the sake of worldy goods as opposed to higher callings...It was truly shameful, but money is food. Food is necessary. That’s the thought process she used to survive. Not long after she met a fellow who also belonged to Aier’Sun, Mirt. He seemed familiar, though she never could quite figure it out. The two soon realized how well they worked together and became a duo. As time went on, the new lifestyle grew old on Anyon, and she soon took up deciding that there was more to it than just warfare or bloodshed, even of demon beasts. Everywhere she looked there was other people full of sin and despair, hiding it in empty activities, or people who take life as just being the material plane. There’s was something more to this world though, even if her nearly black steel heart didn’t want to admit. With Mirt’s wisdom(and more people friendly attitude), she made sure to help those people realize, perhaps not the religious factors of life, but the spirituality of it. They probably didn’t always felt they needed to know, but she knew they had to...At least, this was the one good karmic lesson a dead clergywoman wants to teach. [u][b]Magic[/b][/u] Life energy: C Flow: C [u][b]Abstract Magic[/b][/u] [u]Divine Protection of The Holy Triad[/u] When Anyon is near holy symbols, artifacts, and locations, she is able to grant up to 3 allies(includes herself) a buff of her choice for 9 minutes. If she is granting a buff to two allies, it can be upped to two buffs for one of them and only lasts 6 minutes. If it is all a buff to one ally, she is allowed 3 but it only lasts 3 minutes due to the strain. It can be upped to 6 minutes, but the buffed ally will be exhausted for 6 minutes afterwards. The buffs are optional and do not need to be used all at once, but after using all 3, she must wait 3 hours since each buffs usage to use them again. If she attempts using it sooner than that, she risks burning out her mana and severe headaches, usually to the point of nosebleeds and even ear bleeding. [u]Spells[/u] Ice Shield Defense Buff Speed Buff Magic Buff Attack Buff Healing Spells Stamina Buff Calming Spells [u][b]Extra[/b][/u] Everyone assumes and comments that her parents must be giants or she has giants blood. No, she just grew stupidly big, unlike her folks. Also, there is far more to Anyon than any of the clergy of Aier’Sun would think they know. More to her than most would know in fact. Tales to tell later though. [/hider] [/center]