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[b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=white] - Trantascilia Kimnothelis[/COLOR]
[b]Age[/b][COLOR=white] - 30[/COLOR]
[B]Gender[/B][COLOR=white] - Female[/COLOR]
[b]Vocation[/b][COLOR=white] - Warden[/COLOR]
[b]Nationality[/b][COLOR=white] - Prentis[/COLOR]
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[sup][COLOR=593FFF][b]Confident[/b]
[COLOR=white]Some might say overconfident. Trantascilia is sure of herself and isn’t afraid to flaunt or gloat. This can be seen in her brash, quick, and assertive combat style sometimes leaving herself open to taunt enemy hunters and void-alike to try to take the opening.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=593FFF][b]Impulsive[/b]
[COLOR=white]To Trantascilia, waiting is for the lethargic and scared. A Prentisian is neither a sheep nor a rat, as the saying goes. Trantascilia prefers action, not words. A diplomat serves no purpose to someone who’s role in life is to drive the void into oblivion.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=593FFF][b]Perceptive[/b]
[COLOR=white]For all of her boasting, Trantascilia is quick-minded and quick-eyed. She inquisitively takes notes on things people say, do, and how they fight in order for her to adapt or plan for the upcoming future. Not everyone is a true-hearted ally.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[sup][COLOR=593FFF][b]Frostfire Sorcery[/b]
[COLOR=white]Every hunter has a hearth of their own—the ember that lies in their very soul. As a cryomancer, Trantascilia could never imagine what it was like. You couldn’t control what magic was inherent in your blood and bones. However, transcending humanity into becoming a hunter of the void has given the flame at her fingertips alongside her latent cryomancy from within. Together they have mutated into a combination magic where she is one of the few people in the world able to utilize more than one form of sorcery. She has been dubbed the Frostfire Huntress through her use of glacial spikes of frost and blue, boiling embers of flame. It is her gift.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[sup][COLOR=593FFF][b]Vyelas[/b]
[COLOR=white]Legend says of a spear that struck down a demon that tried to consume the City of Prentalema, a weapon so divine the user’s magic would be elevated to the might of the divine. 

With Trantascilia her magical ability is enhanced threefold and it has made her cyromancy abilities the strongest in the entire world should she truly allow the weapon to completely syncronize with her mind. While it can never be held by those of an impure mind or a corrupt soul appearances may seem deceiving. Vyelas is a dangerous, inherently dangerous cursed weapon. If the user’s ideals do not match entirely, the weapon may attempt to possess and dominate the mind of the user. And the soul of a supposed archangel is not something you want to let loose.

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[/cell][cell][b]Physical Description[/b]
[color=white][indent]Hovering in the 5’6” to 5’7” range, Trantascilia is relatively tall for a girl but there are certainly taller women out in the world. Her hair is a dark blue, a fitting commonality for those with the blood of the Dalvcress running through their veins. Her lean, athletic body is good for her dexterous combat style, though she isn’t one to take hits very well. The advantage of being fast and athletic as opposed to hardy and strong, one could suppose. Her irises are yellow.

Her attire as a huntress is light, but not absent; a battle dress is common alongside her common vestige of metal hairbands on each side above her ears. The royal colors of black and gold are never absent from anything she wears. 
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[b]Character Conceptualization[/b]
[color=white][indent]Prentalema is the oldest city in the world. It’s walls have survived centuries and nothing has ever broken them or the people inside. The Kimnothelis Dynasty has staked their claim in the cerulean city for the last decade, succeeding the elder Dalvcress Dynasty when the last surviving Dalvcress heirs, the twins Ihmo and Elrick Dalvcress were killed by the void during the Great War. 

Essel Kimnothelis, the Patriarch of the Kimnothelis families was one of the first lords to step up with a claim to the Cerulean Throne, with blood through his great-grandmother connecting himself with the Dalvcress bloodline a short war of succession would occur. It is regarded as a mostly bloodless succession crisis, with every member of the conflict save a few serving in the royal conciliate.

Trantascilia was born during just a few minutes before the forsaken eclipse that preceded the void apocalypse, the granddaughter of Essel through his second eldest son, Kalenis. Some might suggest her birth was a foreboding omen in retrospect, but such claims would be laughed off as humorous banter by pretty much anyone. Still, Trantascilia’s armor was formed early and worn well.

The childhood in question was not one with much comfort. Her family were wealthy, but not gluttonous or greedy, and in an apocalypse many noble comforts had to be broken down so everyone had enough to comfortably live while the pyromancers fortified their hearths, the obelisk-like signal towers that would come to ward off the void. It would be the blue-haired girl’s perception that her family were the most righteous and noble in all of the land in the face of the void; if anyone could press the void back into oblivion it would be Prentisians bearing the Kimnothelis banners. Midnosians were oppressive theocratic warlords. Ldranti were cruel, overbearing conquerors. Scilari were weak albeit intelligent allies. Such things were facts, there was no room for heresay or challenges to her worldview.

As she grew older the void continued to gain power, toppling the weaker, smaller nations. She had joined the Knights Prilmarius to serve as every able-bodied man and woman had sworn to do. One could say she experienced pain and loss. The years between her succession to adulthood and then the call for volunteers to participate in occult experiments to destroy the void were many. Every single person she has loved and cherished died either fighting the void or having their souls collapse in on the ember placed within from the experiment. When she was offered to the sorcerers of Kethiline one might presume she expected to fall in the same fashion as the others, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. She believed in herself. She had survived the void without a pyromancer’s ember, so why would she doubt that it was her right to live and thrive? Perhaps it was through her lack of self-doubt that she transcended her human shell, perhaps it was dumb luck. 

It didn’t matter, there was work to be done.
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[b]Other Information[/b]
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