[hider=Aoife] [center][h3][color=0892d0][u]The Mundane[/u][/color][/h3][/center] [color=0892d0][b]Name:[/b][/color] Aoife Sturmgaard [color=0892d0][b]Age[/b]:[/color] 17. [color=0892d0][b]Sanctum City:[/b][/color] Danaster, Jupiter [color=0892d0][b]Description:[/b][/color] [hider=Aoife] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/03/eb/25/03eb2523aaaca90f0287774423b0831b.jpg[/img] [/hider] [color=0892d0][b]Personality:[/b][/color] An easygoing and extroverted girl, Aoife is most well defined as fairly well adjusted. She's generally content, athletic and fairly charismatic if a bit apathetic to the opinions of others. A flaw for Aoife is that she does not feel much motivation nor drive. She lives each day happy and generally without regret, and yet there is something missing from her life. A destination, perhaps a goal. And yet, above all else, Aoife is content. She does not want for much - nor does she lack pride in the work she does. She does not fear conflict nor battle, for what does it mean to be an Ars Magi if not to stand tall when others cower? To lord over the darkness, and demand once more that it is thrust back into the breach from which is leapt? [color=0892d0][b]Background:[/b][/color] The Sturmgaard house is a noble one, or, they were. During the first void they thought themselves unsung heroes, poachers of evil – until that fallacy was made apparent. The patriarch of the Sturmgaard family and Aoife’s grandfather was struck down unceremoniously while defending a small ensemble of aristocratic cowards. Though, Aoife’s mother had told her that they weren’t really cowards at all. In fact, they were quite brave for the time. The first void made cowards of humanity, pushing themselves ever further into their spires of humanity, biting back at the darkness which each opportunity like a caged rat. The Sturmgaard’s, lacking a leader, fell significantly to a place of humility. They did what they could to make ends meet, often making busy work of Aoife and her three siblings as they were raised to make ends meet. That was, until one day when one of those cowards came to pay the Sturmgaard family a visit. He was a young man, no greyer than Aoife’s eldest brother. He bore a sickening scar leading form somewhere below his collar all the way to his forehead. He did not come to pay homage to a dead man, nor to honour the family in particular, but to good on a promise he once swore. This man carried with him a blade he claimed had belonged to Aoife’s grandfather once, it was a beautiful thing. When Aoife saw it glistening in the candlelight, it was as if seeing one’s self for the first time. Her life, clarified in a single sentiment, this was what she was made for. She reached out to the blade without asking nor thinking, but to her surprise, no one stopped her. They watched in silence as she took the blade in her hands, its beautiful azure ribbon lazily dangling from the pommel. Her mother said something like ‘you’ll have to work hard at it’, but, in fact, she was wrong. Aoife had extraordinary magical aptitude untapped and ready to be explored. Nothing had ever come to easier to her than her training to become one of the Ars Magi. It took her family a few years of saving until they could afford to let her walk the path she now saw before her. Her goodbyes were all oddly unspectacular. As if she was simply running out to pick up some food for tonight’s dinner. Aoife didn’t mind. The time for tears had long since passed. In front of her Aoife could see that there was a simple road that she would walk until she could no longer. The path of the Ars Magi. [center][h3][color=0892d0][u]The Magical[/u][/color][/h3][/center] [color=0892d0][b]Armgaus Name:[/b][/color] Lazy Spring Lazulite [color=0892d0][b]Gladius:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/d8/00/40d800f226a28330ff8592e995d65836.jpg]A sword with an extending ribbon with a half-moon blade.[/url] named [color=0892d0][i]'Joyeuse'[/i][/color] after Charlemagne's weapon of myth. Aoife is able to use the ribbon as a whip of sorts, swinging the half-moon blade with deadly precision, while the Jian straight sword is honed to a razor's edge. Both ends are immediately deadly, and allow for off-kilter attacking patterns, Aoife relies on enemies only needing to make one misstep to end the fight. [color=0892d0][b]Parma:[/b][/color] While Aoife's clothes and demeanor shift dramatically she physically stays almost exactly the same. Save for her eyes which look like swirling pools of navy. Aoife's demeanor shifts from that of a lackidasical part-girl to one of utmost confidence and unerring charisma. Even in the most dire of circumstances it is the unholy belief in herself that allows Aoife to push further than most. Her attire changes to something of a mystic's features. She wears black tights with the constellation of aquarius imprinted onto them. Her light blue bodice is wrapped delicately with silk gloves that stretch the entire length of her arms, though it's a much more durable material. A large witch's hat completes the outfit, casually flopping from one side to another, with no bearing on direction. [hider=Violent Riptide] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/21/92/28/219228afc26970c299dbb4dbfb32b0c0.jpg[/img] [/hider] [color=0892d0][b]Elementum:[/b][/color] Water [color=0892d0][b]Elementum Abilities:[/b][/color] There are many wise men who have commented on the tumultuous, often violent nature of the sea, ocean and water as a whole. Aoife takes those words to heart when she fights. Water is bending, but unbreakable, a steady stream blocked will erode even steel over time. Aoife is able to take powerful blows and shrug them off with minimal effort. She can manipulate any liquid element from water to blood. She can compress it to create a high powered jet, drain plant life of all its moisture, or use it to soften attacks. Aoife cannot control hydrogen or oxygen separately, however. Likewise, she cannot control water in its solid form, ice. Aoife is also capable of swimming at speeds far surpassing boats, as well as breath underwater. One techique she's grown quite fond of are creating bubbles that act as shields or cushions, by manipulating the water she can create extremely durable bubbles capable of catching a person falling from a building or absorbing a dangerous blow. Her highest feat of strength is that with some level of concentration she is capable of making thunderstorms by manipulating the clouds themselves. Though, this is not simply done at a whim and requires a good deal of careful exertion. [/hider]