[hider=Frida the Radiant] [center][h2][color=f7976a]Sister Frida[/color][/h2] [img]https://i.imgur.com/4mYY82f.png[/img] [/center] [hr] 》[u]B a s i c s[/u] [color=f7976a]Full name:[/color] Frida of Sirmium /Sister Frida/ Frida the Radiant [color=f7976a]Age:[/color]1700 ish. [color=f7976a]Date of Birth:[/color]285 A.D. [color=f7976a]Gender:[/color] Female [color=f7976a]Where are you from?: [/color]Somewhere from Bohemia 》[u]A p p e a r a n c e[/u] [color=f7976a]Height:[/color]155cm [color=f7976a]Weight:[/color]43Kg [color=f7976a]Hair Color:[/color] Ginger [color=f7976a]Hair Length:[/color] Shoulder Lenght [color=f7976a]Skin Color:[/color] Very pale with Freckles [color=f7976a]Eye Color:[/color] Blue [color=f7976a]Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings:[/color] Whip lashes on her back. Frida appears to be a young teenager at first glance, due to her scrawny build and short height. [hr] 》[u]R e l a t i o n s h i p s[/u] [color=f7976a]Sexuality:[/color] Bisexual. [color=f7976a]Relationship Status:[/color] Married to her job and God. [color=f7976a]Any pre-determined friends?:[/color] (Open to Suggestions) [color=f7976a]Siblings' Status:[/color] Dead, although Frida herself has at least a living daughter. [color=f7976a]Parents' Status:[/color] Dead [color=f7976a]Pets:[/color] Paracelsus, a pet tortoise. [color=f7976a]How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:[/color]3 All work and no play. [color=f7976a]How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:[/color]4 ... Frida tends to stick to her vows, but sometimes... [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/3b575183-364a-4504-ad57-5845388dc584.jpg[/img] [color=f7976a]"I agree, Paracelsus"[/color][/center] 》[u]I n t e r e s t s[/u] [color=f7976a]Likes: ✡ Fried Dough Treats ✡ Herbalism ✡ Treatises on Faith and Theology ✡ Moral Righteousness ✡ Chess [/color] [color=f7976a]Dislikes: ✡ Vampires, In particular [i]Strix Romanorum[/i], Roman citizens turned vampires. ✡ Stupid witches who can't renounce to warp reality and live quiet lives. ✡ Corruption ✡ Enclosed Spaces ✡ Dogs[/color] [color=f7976a]Hobbies: ✡ Singing, solo or choir ✡ Perfurme creation ✡ Social Work [/color] [color=f7976a]Skills: ✡ Talented Singer - She is so virtuous she can crack glass with her voice range. ✡ Polygloth: She can speak Latin and most major european languages, plus Mandarin Chinese, Coptic and a dash of Japanese ✡ Deduction and Clue Finding ✡ [s]Healing and purification Witchcraft [/s] Exorcism rites ✡ Medicine [/color] [hr] 》[u]P e r s o n a l i t y[/u] [color=f7976a]At first glance, Frida appears to be a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark life. Dutiful, eager to help, kind and with a soothing voice. She apparently believes in the inherent good in people and in the triumph of good versus evil, and takes pride in being in service of the Lord. However, those who know her a little better, know that there's a lot of embellishment on her actual stance of life, and she purposefuly paints herself as pious in order to maintain a certain sway and leverage amongst do gooders. The details of her private life and dealings are best left in the dark. Frida is cold-hearted and manipulative, quite cynical and callous inwardly, who weighs human life as any other would weigh beans on a scale. To her, the common good and acceptable collateral damages are two terms she uses to justify a lot of things. However, her zeal is real. Having been saved by a pious woman, she has pledged to the banner of Faith for as long as she lives, however might be. She purposefully avoids thinking about how she is waging war in what are essentially, her sisters and brothers. She only shows moderate sympathy to those witches who do not go out of their way to antagonize hunters, and sometimes, she has saved her ilk... in order to recruit more "exorcists" to her cause. Sinful as witchcraft may be, there are times when inaction is far worse in the eyes of God.[/color] 》[u]H i s t o r y[/u] [color=f7976a]Frida was born under the unfavourable auspice of her mother. When her mother was taken as slave against her will from a Marcomanni tribe, rife with chains, the little baby that came alongside her from her ancestral homeland was Frida herself. With her father dead, both mother and daughter ended up in Rome, capital of the empire. Exotic redhead slaves were appreciated by some circles, and for a time, both mother and daughter enjoyed a somewhat decent existence, even if they were under the yokes of servitude. Her mother even managed to imprint the young girl whatever magical chants she knew, always under her master's ignorance of the fact both were actually capable of magic. Rome was a city of both light and shadows. Chaos and order. It left a mark on the young Frida, as though there was no other human settlement who could hold a candle to the splendor and decadence the place held. However, as much as awe-inspiring it was, it did not last long. Slaves could and would be exchanged like items, for their freedom was not their own. Her mother had hoped to buy both of their freedoms by being a dutiful (perhaps too much, as her night services attested) to their current patrician master, but he traded them like cattle to a fine gentleman of the provinces. And so, the next stop was Sirmium (located in the modern Balkans), which proved a sharp contrast to the duo. The new master suddenly cast off his veil of civility and revealed to be one of their kin... in need of material of experiments. The madman warlock, and debased wealthy citizen was convinced that he could distill a panacea from witches' blood, that could raise the dead and cure vampirism. And so, both mother and daughter were squeezed dry and flailed for their blood, in a dank cramped basement, under the terrible gazes of the warlock and his vampiric friends. One day, the restraints were loose. And her mother wasted no chance in forcing her way through, with the teenaged Frida in her hands. While her wounds and state were so terrible she couldn't make it, she managed to deposit her beloved daughter in the hands of a known healer at the time. Later on, said healer would be revealed to the world as Saint Anastasia of Sirmium. Potion maker and exorcist, one of the female saints revered by the early christians, took Frida under her wing, and taught her the arts and culture. Frida converted to Christianhood as a sign of reverence, and forever would use her powers for the sake of the lord. Yet, troubled times loomed ahead. Enraged at an oracle, the Emperor Diocletian decreed a harsh persecution of christians in the third century. Saint Anastasia perished during those years, but Frida survived in the shadow. She became the hand in the dark that guided many of them to safety, and she took to her heart to continue her master's labour. In doing so, she was dubbed as "exorcist" and set apart from the witchcraft others did, even though it was one and the same. Frida has been on the Church's shadow ever since. The fall of the empire and the mass conversion of romans into christians, followed by the barbarians, scarcely changed things. Even if she openly wept for the ruin of Rome, she continued to perform her duties admirably, crushing heretics and renegade witches whenever they appeared, always trying to keep the fans of faith alive. But she didn't account on how big the religion would become or the things she would eventually do. The first schism caught her by surprise, but she kept bridging both Orthodox and Catholic branches in a dutiful attempt to keep all of them on the same side. During the crusades, she particularly grew sick of being sent to spill blood of what was essentially infidels, and grew wary of the main structure of the church in general as well as their excesses. Her most notable act was to help Balian of Ibelin during the siege of Jerusalem, when he surrendered it to Saladin. The second schism was particularly rock bottom for her, as when the religion once again split, she tried to grow and spend a normal life with a normal husband in what was known as her homeland, only to have found the land completely changed, with witch hunts on the rise. For the sake of her daughter, she left the chaotic lands once more, and took into heart to join the Inquisition, under the Catholic Holy see, in exchange of her firstborn. She became the church's attack dog, of a small known team of exorcists that dabble in the supernatural. One step away from being in the pyre themselves, but bringing the war unto the faithless and demonic. It was during this time, where her infamy among witches grew. Frida the Radiant, they called her. Someone to avoid. Sometimes a Catholic. Sometimes hired through backdoor deals in protestant branches. Always an enemy. Yet, things once more grew into a lull. Science and enlightment broke through, and faith is not what it used to be. More moderate stances were taken, stances where the bloodstained exorcist would stick like a sore thumb, eventually relegated to more trite and boring missions. The emergence of the Holy Saviours proved to be an opportunity in a ever-growing stale world. She did not believe their call for help was geniune, but she came to Ember Grove regardless. With a twofold objective. To keep tabs on the crazy priest, and to keep tabs on the things that might made said madman jump. [/color] [hr] 》[u]C o v e n[/u] [color=f7976a]Anathema, currently dispatched to the Holy Saviours as exorcist[/color] 》[u]S k i l l L e v e l [/u] [color=f7976a]Advanced[/color] 》[u]S p e l l S p e c i a l i z a t i o n [/u] [color=f7976a] Frida is specialized in light spells and healing. She can perform healing by just laying her hands on a target, mimicking the kind of miraculous healing Saints could do. Her light summoning is as intense as sunlight, and has the same burning quality to it. [i]Custom Spells[/i]: [list] [*][u]Laying of the Hands (intermediate)[/u]: "Sanae" The caster extends their hands and conjures energies that mend flesh and purge illness and poison. Exertion of the caster is proportional to the damage restored, can bring people who are in the brink of death to top shape. Needs advanced rank to be chantless. Effectiveness increases with medical knowledge and caster's expertise. [*] [u]Ira Dei (advanced/forbidden)[/u]: A compound spell honed over several centuries. A powerful curse that permeates the battlefield, causing magic and supernatural abilities to fail, while at the same time increasing the abilities of one's allies beyond what should be humanly possibly. The caster must stand in place and maintain a continuated chant for as long one wishes the effect to take place. This magic will only work if allies share a faith with the caster. [/list] [/color] [/hider]