Trypano was in the midst of a face-palm, ready to scold the other who had spoken so freely when they all knew the risks involved. Not even giving notice to the others that they had arrived to a conclusion! It was quite rude indeed. Not to mention foolhardy.
"Could you at least give everyone a sign next time you're about to..."
Her train of thought ran to a stop as she halted, taking in the new scenery around her. It must of been some formidable magic indeed as it seemed to have warped everyone into this particular room. She struggled to consider what possible spells could have had been at work aside from possibly temporal magic with it's use of altering space itself, a kind of magic practiced only by the highest echelons. It beggared the mind to wonder how it's basic principles even worked. Stranger still it had brought multiple other groups here, numbering twenty five in total. Considering these other groups weren't present at the time they solved the puzzle it meant either their tests were all differently located or else more strange temporal magic was at play.
With her arms back at her sides she took in the sight of the room around her with some wonder. This place was a treasure trove of knowledge, clearly the workspace of someone who placed great value in knowledge. She could only imagine the amount of progress she could make in accommodations such as these, the way it'd all benefit her research and-
Oh... My... Divines!
Her eyes widened upon realizing just who's abode they were presently a guest in. It was none other than the one and only Hugo Hunghorasz! His was a name all too familiar with her and for good reason too. He was famed as quite possibly the greatest mage who yet lived and his work was widely known in the magic community. It was hard to be a spell caster and not hear his name spoken at least once. For her however his work was well and truly memorable. At least, in regards to his progress made in the field of medicine. As far as doctors such as herself were concerned he was pretty much a super star.
Even as normally placid and reserved as she was it was difficult not to be a little star struck upon seeing a veritable pioneer in the field she aspired to lead in. As such she naturally drifted on over to him as though she were carried on a draft, arms held awkwardly by her side, uncertain of what to do with them aside from keeping them hovering at her sides, too excited to rest but nowhere to be.
"Paradigm Hunghorasz! S-Such an honor to meet you! Ever since I was young I had read your work and I must say it had a profound effect on my choice for a field of study. Your early papers are remarkable, well beyond our time and part of what inspired my research into the link between blood and the gift! I- "
She caught herself. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself by utterly gushing to him and rambling breathlessly when evidently he had a purpose for gathering them here, a purpose she would most definitely not stand in the way in.
"... We thank you for extending to us this opportunity. We shall do our very best to prove your faith in us was not in vain."
While she did not necessarily believe that she was one to speak for her group as a whole it was important to give forward a positive first impression. She certainly hoped that the idea to offer due respect to their venerable host was not lost on them.
Resuming a mask of graceful calm she tucked away the giddiness that had seized her and gave a formal curtsy to their esteemed host. Direct interactions - @Force and Fury
“THEY’RE OPENING FIRE!” The Perrench captain shouts, having no composure whatsoever. The ship itself shakes, it dips noticeably as the breach in the hull starts to fill with water. People are screaming, running towards the nearest exit they find, the captain himself can barely hear his own orders as the ship continues to tossle.
Zarra Travendour, a young blonde haired boy with visibly violet eyes, hears the commotion and shaking while reading one of the ship’s poor attempts at literature. “What in the world?” he says to himself as he quickly gathers his belongings and rushes out the door. “Oh, that’s… Not good…?” He can only exclaim as there is now a giant hole down the hallway of the transport vessel. He runs towards it, careful not to get too close to the now unstable edge, looking out into the night. He sees and hears a small fireball, he looks perplexed, but his face turns to realization, he jumps towards the floor, not thinking to use his grayborn abilities on reflex.
Another cannonball destroys the wall only several feet from him. It takes him a second to really process his current fate. If he doesn’t get off this ship now, he’ll be an ocean relic. He puts his hands onto the undamaged wood of the ship floor, red energy crackles around him as the floor itself disintegrates away, the energy warping around Zarra as a perfect square of what used to be a pathway is now gone. He hears another cannonshot.
He breathes in, and then runs towards the damaged exit. Like the ground a second ago, the noble seems to just, disappear from midair. The cannonball strikes where he wants stood, that entire part of the boat exploding into a fractal of tree remains. In what looks like a different reality of some kind, where the sky is gray and everything is fog, barely to make out figures walk on air. Losing any color as well, Zarra slowly descends towards the water. With visible effort, he comes back to reality, gently plopping into the water surface. He takes the stolen wooden platform and summons it in front of him, creating a serviceable raft.
The panicked boy climbs on, using his basic understanding of kinetic energy to control the water just enough to push him away from the chaos, before the shrapnel and storm waves take him out. He watches as the ships both sink, the sound of screams fading. This is the first time at sea and this is how it goes. For every 40 men that die, a grayborn survives, as his parents used to preach. The phrase wasn’t false, he seems to be the only survivor… Atleast, until he notices someone in the water.
___ Her scarlet eyes scanned across the pages of the textbook. Diagrams of the human anatomy lay illustrated across, beside it paragraphs of text outlining the functions each organ holds. The ship sways, salty air drifting through the porthole. It was a quiet day on her trip.
Was
Wood rips as with a deafening roar distant cannons send a solid metal ball crashing through the wall directly next to her. Splinters from the boards erupt throughout the room like shrapnel, piercing her body as well as so much else. She couldn’t say she wasn’t startled, getting impaled without warning tended to throw even seasoned veterans off their cool. Still, her first instinct was not to simply cry out or panic. It was to treat the injury accordingly. She immediately opened her purse, the whole ship rocking violently as it was battered from an assault she could not spectate at the moment. Producing her knife and some bandages she begins to wrap the area around the wound where wood protruded from her torso. It was just below the ribcage, likely piercing into her stomach. Painful, likely deadly even to other sorts. For herself it was simply a matter of containing the wound until she could create a skin graft for the region naturally and let it heal.
Prying the wood free she staunched the bleeding before attempting to seal the wound. Pinching the edges of the wound shut she turned her focus inward, concentrating as she channeled her mana towards the process of binding the wound shut. Drawing mana from the sheer quantity of material surrounding her she was able to channel it into new matter, a thin seam which joined her skin together. It was a patchwork solution, hardly dealing with the internal bleeding likely already occurring but she could survive.
It was just in time for her to notice the next issue currently approaching: The water level. She was far from the lowest room on the ship, having paid good money for a decently uninterrupted voyage. This only meant that the ship was sinking fast. She had to think before the weight of the ship and the force of its continued descent threatened to drag her with. Standing up now, her body rippling with pain from the injury, she soldiered on regardless and grabbed the wardrobe that stood in the side of the room. A side was partly smashed in from the shrapnel but it was still intact enough to float however poorly. Grabbing it she shoved with great might towards the hole left by the cannonball that just recently intruded. Despite her size she was formidably strong, able to shove the wooden container through where it fell into the turbulent waters below. With her purse of belongings she seized a loose board and then dove herself for the armoire which lazily wobbled atop the water.
She landed next to the vessel, not keen on accidentally diving through the decorative wooden backing and sinking the whole wardrobe like a veritable human cannonball. Swimming back up she grasped hold of the edge, pulling herself aboard this crude vessel. It was all she could do to rapidly paddle away, driving her impromptu vessel away from the sinking vessel before it could drag her only floatation device below. Exhausted, she collapsed against the side of her vessel, watching as small holes in the side began pouring water through into her makeshift vessel of dubious quality. There was a deep sigh of irritation, the pain from her wound starting to take it’s toll.
The inexperienced mage continues to look, trying to be for sure that it’s a person and not just debris. He thinks about leaving without them, but that thought scares him just as much as the cannon that nearly turned him into pink mist. He continues to manipulate the raft with little resemblance of control, to the… Oh, her looks strike him as very odd. He thinks maybe for a second she’s some sort of fish person, but then he remembered the looks of blood children from his studies. Never got to see one up-close before…Regardless, he approaches with curiosity.
As she drifts along what was surely to be a very long day indeed she spots from the corner of her vision another survivor, one with a raft that looks more seaworthy than her tattered wreck of a wardrobe.
“Um.. You want on? That can’t be comfortable…” Zarra thinks that was a really strange thing to say, but keeps his look of worry instead grimacing at his own comment.
“Ah, yes. It looks like your vessel is more… Buoyant than mine is currently.” She attempts to stand, the wardrobe rocking under her shifting weight as she attempts to step clear from her own ship onto his, provided his offer is genuine.
Zarra watches the wardrobe struggle to stabilize under her, the image of her smacking her head into his raft quickly allows him to grab her arm and pull her fully onto the raft, which is now shaking itself as their combined weight throws its buoyancy off for a second.
Stumbling aboard the ship she makes her way to the center where her weight will tilt it the least before collapsing back down. She checks through the blood-soaked and otherwise regularly soaked bandages to see the skin seam she left. It looks discolored and bruised but she knows the truth: Subdermal bleeding.
With all that’s happened and in the dark, Zarra doesn’t notice her injury until she’s on her back messing with her bangade. “Oh, Shune! What happened to you? I’m a binder, I can attempt to heal it, but I can’t promise it’ll stop the bleeding or anything, I’m still learning how to use recreate proteins…” Zarra looks, almost disappointed, and even a little self-loathed to admit that.
She glances up from her work towards him.
“I’m a binder too. I’ve already sealed the wound. I should be able to mend the remaining flesh or at least give it enough mass to join together naturally faster. I’m just waiting for the ship to steady. Or land. Whichever comes first.”
It seems she’s been fairly focused, her expression still a cold mask of professionalism amidst this catastrophe. Before he can respond she adds: “Thank you.”
He sits down, attempting to be comfortable, a task nigh-impossible on a wave shifting raft. “So, where were you going, anyway? I assume you’re a pirate? Because your ship attacked us first, I think. Not that I care, really, you’re not in the position to threaten me, I never understood people who bite the hands that feed them, anyway…”
She casts something of a questioning glare back towards him.
“I was on transport for Ersand’Enise Academy. As I was below deck I was not aware of what took place until fire was exchanged.” It was a frank response. She didn’t bother humoring the notion of who would threaten who as it was irrelevant.
Zarra looks back out to the horizon while he listens, his mind clearly elsewhere while at the same time in the conversation. “Do you believe in fate?” There’s a solid pause… “Well, do you?”
She blinks a couple times, the only real sign of her confusion towards his sudden shift in topic.
“I… Believe in magic, the causal forces that govern this world and the entities that enforce it.”
“Well, I was asking because I was also on a ship to Ersand, Unfortunately, we’re the only ones going, apparently… I only survived because I’m a grayborn.”
“I suppose unless there were any others in transit to the academy aboard our vessels who may have survived the exchange then we may well be. Until then our main focus should remain among the living to arrive.”
“Do you know what direction the ships were going? If they crossed paths, that means they were both likely converging, we just have to guess where they were both gonna turn at. Ersand will be there”
“There’s little guesswork to it.” She answers his theory, looking up at the stars.
“If we arrived at the same point then likely odds are that we aren’t far from shore. As our ship was heading due south then…” Her seasoned eyes scan the sky before locating the tell-tale north star. “East should take us to shore.”
She points her wooden board in the direction where shore would lie, her natural experience in sailing feeding into this educated guess.
The teenage boy smirks with satisfaction as shows her that he manipulates the water to enough extent to send them in one direction, like a modern boat engine. “This should shorten our wait.”
“Sub-typing into Kinetics I gather?”
“Yep, I figured it would work on a grayborn, be both fast and dodgy, you know? I’m not excited for dawn, that’s for sure!” They sail into the setting moon towards the great Academy beyond the horizon.
Trypano is what many would describe as a true woman of science, that science of course being magic. She's clinical, deliberate with her words and able to think both deeply and quickly. Her mind is sharp, able to capture fine details and analyze them. This has the unintended effect of making her fairly frank towards others and even somewhat socially awkward. While most would emote appropriately her face is a relative mask of concentration. She's difficult to disrupt or fluster as well. This works well into the art of spell casting. This is somewhat less helpful for the art of making friends. She's still able to hold her own in a conversation though.
Beneath the surface she peels away the world, looking at it a compilation of formulas and elements. Everything that exists is the causal interactions of elemental forces at play. All problems arise from humanity's inability to control that others would see as inevitable, such as death. The answer lies in the blood. Mana lives in close relation to blood after all. In order to unlock the full potential of magic she believes blood holds the answer. Her drive to conquer this ultimate mystery gives her righteous determination, her goals serving the greater good for all.
She's not unrealistic however. Someone with a bloodline such as hers should know that her kind are treated with suspicion. Blood children are naturally attuned to Binding but those in the upper echelons fear that could blossom into a lust for blood magic. As such she's often seen with great suspicion by the authorities of Revidia and this reflects in her behavior. She's learned well that speaking her mind could get her imprisoned or worse. Everything she says and does is thusly designed to obfuscate her true intent.
In her own words: "I detest trickery. But, if we ourselves are to suffer deception, our hands are no longer tied."
C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E
She is something of a marvelous specimen of humanity. Her form is both lithe yet toned and she stands at an impressive two hundred centimeters tall. Though she does not look it she is quite heavy for her form. This weight is almost entirely muscle. She treats her own body with scientific precision, her diet and exercise routine all measured carefully to yield optimal results. Due to her blood type her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are a bright red. Unusual for albinos however is her shockingly crimson red hair which hangs down to the middle of her back like long, gently curved ribbons.
Keeping to a singularly chromatic theme her clothes all trend towards starkly red pallets. Her dresses though quite elegant and elaborate are oft strictly varying colors of red. Interestingly though her family is wealthy her only jewelry is a medallion with a single ruby set in the middle. This is largely because she dislikes clothing that weighs her down or impedes her dexterity, especially when it comes to her hands.
L A N G U A G E S
Revidian, Avincian and some Paggonian, Kerreman and Mycormish.
T H E G I F T
Trypano, being a binder, focuses first and foremost on the human body. She's studied well since before she was admitted to the academy in the medical arts, practicing on animals and even cadavers when not under scrutiny. Being a blood child might of painted her into a stereotype in the eyes of the public but it also laid out the path she'd end up walking. It was a path leading straight up to the front gates of the academy, especially given how potent her RAS score is. The only reason she wasn't admitted sooner was largely just due to the fact that few would believe this amount of potential out of a red-blooded merchant class girl. Often only blue-bloods and black-bloods would see RAS values as high as hers.
As for how she uses the gift she is a healer up front. She mends flesh and neutralizes threats, simple stuff really. Where her focus truly shines is in doing more than just mending flesh. She applies her knowledge to alter flesh in order to improve upon it, grant new features and more. She's still learning and largely keeps a majority of her experiments confined to mice until it's clear there's no harm resulting from it but her focus and drive to learn more has given her a definite leg up on her peers in the field most would never dare dabble in. After all, it's terrifying to consider just how mutable a living form can be.
B A C K G R O U N D
Since her birth Trypano's life has been marked with blood. Her mother had complications during child birth. During the incident a binder was called for to aid them but it was too late for the mother. Only Trypano, the child, could be saved. Since then people have all pointed at this as a clear sign of why she was born a Blood Child. Pale skin and red eyes marked her as clearly different from everyone else. She was never truly able to shake the stigma this birth title held for her, constantly isolated from her peers as she was "strange".
Her family were not of nobility, simply merchants who owned several trading ships, trading regularly with Paggon and Feska via the Isle de Mirabeau. They used to trade with Mycormi but due to their (relatively) recent recession they've lost valuable trade ports over these last few years. Her father is the head of the business, constantly talking about trade, money and politics as it's always at the forefront of his mind. She always found it a bit exhausting to talk to him since that's almost all he goes on about. As a result of her unusual birth and predilections however her father put a lot of money and effort behind getting Trypano trained as a mage, seeing the potential for magic as a marvelous opportunity for their family to rise in status.
The one she always looked up to was her older brother. He was being raised to take over their father's business but he was always able to take a step back and keep his mind more in the moment making him far better company. He is partly what inspired her to take up such a lofty cause with her research. He always encouraged her to follow her ambition and not let others tell her what her limits are. This is what began her aims to tackle the greatest mystery of life: Mana itself.
M O T I V A T I O N
Trypano's motivation is to unlock the mysteries of mana. She believes that blood is the key to unlocking it's secrets and she pursues this study with steely focus. If it weren't for the state of the world being as it is with all the violence and what-not she wouldn't even bother with a lot of her forays into defensive/offensive biological alterations. Due to the scrutiny of the nobility she has to tread carefully in her research too as any appearance of working towards unshackling magic from the control of nobility would paint a target right on her back.
I N V E N T O R Y
Mainly she carries a purse with her essentials. Stuff like money, makeup, a book she's currently reading through, bandages and her trusty knife. The knife is of a slender, straight variety that's clearly made to into flesh with ease. It's a little longer than a scalpel and it's handle is custom made for her grip. A left grip, to be precise.
Trypano's sheer focus and determination combined with her keen mind and high magical potential make her a force to be reckoned with. Her every motion is deliberate and measured, her mind able to concentrate amidst chaos while also being able to delve deep into complex topics when needed. Her mind is as tightly sculpted as her body and everything she is has a reason to be. Little to nothing is left to waste and her caution makes her fairly meticulous with even minute details.
W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S
❖ Social Stiffness. ❖ Cold Exterior. ❖ Needs for Secrecy. ❖ Unusual Appearance. ❖ Disturbingly Clinical Sensibilities.
Trypano has always been marked by the fact that she's a Blood Child. It had not only decided her career but set her apart socially from others. As such she's not terrifyingly social, often times coming across as cold or clinical. This need for secrecy has made her mildly paranoid and thus she's always suspicious of the intents of others. Any truth spoken in confidence could quickly turn into a visit from agents of the upper class. In addition her largely medical view of biological might make her unafraid of things that would traditionally horrify others but that might make her more horrifying as a result. She sees little issue in distorting the living form for greater utility after all, pragmatism taking a front seat to squeamishness. She's not so foolish as to make obvious changes when that would out her but subtler changes, changes within are open territory.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
If not already gleamed she is left-handed. Her Hex Code is Crimson:DC143C
Items:
Ankle Bracelet of the Shameless Dancer: The wearer of this bracelet benefits from double advantage in movement rolls and advantage in stealth rolls, a general increase in skill modifiers to magic schools above novice tier by one, and the threshold for a counter is reduced to 7. If the wearer is wearing only this ankle bracelet, they will be able to enter stealth automatically three times per fight. This item has no effect if you are wearing a mana-providing item, an enchanted item, a consumable item or any sort of clothing that would be considered heavier than daily clothing. 8 manas are provided.
Materials: Face Devourer Mana Colony Sample, Stoneskin Mana Colony Sample, Rare Clothing Sample Box, Begemot Ivory, Sandwyrm claw, Sandwyrm Bone, Sandwyrm acid gland, Sandwyrm misc organs.
RAS: 8.54 (198) + Ankle Bracelet of the Shameless Dancer (8) = 8.68 (206) Current Manatypes: Bloodchild. |Spell Tiers| (Currently After Year Two Semester One + Arc ending reward) Binding: Level Five. Chemistry: Level Three. Magnetic: Level One. Blood: Level Five. Temporal: Level Two.
Year One, Semester One: SK104B - PL, PL, SN SK106 - CM, LS, AL AC102B - AL, EL, TC AR101C - AR, SN, AL SK106B - CM, LS, AL AC101 - AL, CL, SP
Trypano is what many would describe as a true woman of science, that science of course being magic. She's clinical, deliberate with her words and able to think both deeply and quickly. Her mind is sharp, able to capture fine details and analyze them. This has the unintended effect of making her fairly frank towards others and even somewhat socially awkward. While most would emote appropriately her face is a relative mask of concentration. She's difficult to disrupt or fluster as well. This works well into the art of spell casting. This is somewhat less helpful for the art of making friends. She's still able to hold her own in a conversation though.
Beneath the surface she peels away the world, looking at it a compilation of formulas and elements. Everything that exists is the causal interactions of elemental forces at play. All problems arise from humanity's inability to control that others would see as inevitable, such as death. The answer lies in the blood. Mana lives in close relation to blood after all. In order to unlock the full potential of magic she believes blood holds the answer. Her drive to conquer this ultimate mystery gives her righteous determination, her goals serving the greater good for all.
She's not unrealistic however. Someone with a bloodline such as hers should know that her kind are treated with suspicion. Blood children are naturally attuned to Binding but those in the upper echelons fear that could blossom into a lust for blood magic. As such she's often seen with great suspicion by the authorities of Revidia and this reflects in her behavior. She's learned well that speaking her mind could get her imprisoned or worse. Everything she says and does is thusly designed to obfuscate her true intent.
In her own words: "I detest trickery. But, if we ourselves are to suffer deception, our hands are no longer tied."
C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E
She is something of a marvelous specimen of humanity. Her form is both lithe yet toned and she stands at an impressive two hundred centimeters tall. Though she does not look it she is quite heavy for her form. This weight is almost entirely muscle. She treats her own body with scientific precision, her diet and exercise routine all measured carefully to yield optimal results. Due to her blood type her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are a bright red. Unusual for albinos however is her shockingly crimson red hair which hangs down to the middle of her back like long, gently curved ribbons.
Keeping to a singularly chromatic theme her clothes all trend towards starkly red pallets. Her dresses though quite elegant and elaborate are oft strictly varying colors of red. Interestingly though her family is wealthy her only jewelry is a medallion with a single ruby set in the middle. This is largely because she dislikes clothing that weighs her down or impedes her dexterity, especially when it comes to her hands.
L A N G U A G E S
Revidian, Avincian and some Paggonian and Mycormish.
T H E G I F T
Trypano, being a binder, focuses first and foremost on the human body. She's studied well since before she was admitted to the academy in the medical arts, practicing on animals and even cadavers when not under scrutiny. Being a blood child might of painted her into a stereotype in the eyes of the public but it also laid out the path she'd end up walking. It was a path leading straight up to the front gates of the academy, especially given how potent her RAS score is. The only reason she wasn't admitted sooner was largely just due to the fact that few would believe this amount of potential out of a red-blooded merchant class girl. Often only blue-bloods and black-bloods would see RAS values as high as hers.
As for how she uses the gift she is a healer up front. She mends flesh and neutralizes threats, simple stuff really. Where her focus truly shines is in doing more than just mending flesh. She applies her knowledge to alter flesh in order to improve upon it, grant new features and more. She's still learning and largely keeps a majority of her experiments confined to mice until it's clear there's no harm resulting from it but her focus and drive to learn more has given her a definite leg up on her peers in the field most would never dare dabble in. After all, it's terrifying to consider just how mutable a living form can be.
B A C K G R O U N D
Since her birth Trypano's life has been marked with blood. Her mother had complications during child birth. During the incident a binder was called for to aid them but it was too late for the mother. Only Trypano, the child, could be saved. Since then people have all pointed at this as a clear sign of why she was born a Blood Child. Pale skin and red eyes marked her as clearly different from everyone else. She was never truly able to shake the stigma this birth title held for her, constantly isolated from her peers as she was "strange".
Her family were not of nobility, simply merchants who owned several trading ships, trading regularly with Paggon and Feska via the Isle de Mirabeau. They used to trade with Mycormi but due to their (relatively) recent recession they've lost valuable trade ports over these last few years. Her father is the head of the business, constantly talking about trade, money and politics as it's always at the forefront of his mind. She always found it a bit exhausting to talk to him since that's almost all he goes on about. As a result of her unusual birth and predilections however her father put a lot of money and effort behind getting Trypano trained as a mage, seeing the potential for magic as a marvelous opportunity for their family to rise in status.
The one she always looked up to was her older brother. He was being raised to take over their father's business but he was always able to take a step back and keep his mind more in the moment making him far better company. He is partly what inspired her to take up such a lofty cause with her research. He always encouraged her to follow her ambition and not let others tell her what her limits are. This is what began her aims to tackle the greatest mystery of life: Mana itself.
M O T I V A T I O N
Trypano's motivation is to unlock the mysteries of mana. She believes that blood is the key to unlocking it's secrets and she pursues this study with steely focus. If it weren't for the state of the world being as it is with all the violence and what-not she wouldn't even bother with a lot of her forays into defensive/offensive biological alterations. Due to the scrutiny of the nobility she has to tread carefully in her research too as any appearance of working towards unshackling magic from the control of nobility would paint a target right on her back.
I N V E N T O R Y
Mainly she carries a purse with her essentials. Stuff like money, makeup, a book she's currently reading through, bandages and her trusty knife. The knife is of a slender, straight variety that's clearly made to into flesh with ease. It's a little longer than a scalpel and it's handle is custom made for her grip. A left grip, to be precise.
Trypano's sheer focus and determination combined with her keen mind and high magical potential make her a force to be reckoned with. Her every motion is deliberate and measured, her mind able to concentrate amidst chaos while also being able to delve deep into complex topics when needed. Her mind is as tightly sculpted as her body and everything she is has a reason to be. Little to nothing is left to waste and her caution makes her fairly meticulous with even minute details.
W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S
❖ Social Stiffness. ❖ Cold Exterior. ❖ Needs for Secrecy. ❖ Unusual Appearance. ❖ Disturbingly Clinical Sensibilities.
Trypano has always been marked by the fact that she's a Blood Child. It had not only decided her career but set her apart socially from others. As such she's not terrifyingly social, often times coming across as cold or clinical. This need for secrecy has made her mildly paranoid and thus she's always suspicious of the intents of others. Any truth spoken in confidence could quickly turn into a visit from agents of the upper class. In addition her largely medical view of biological might make her unafraid of things that would traditionally horrify others but that might make her more horrifying as a result. She sees little issue in distorting the living form for greater utility after all, pragmatism taking a front seat to squeamishness. She's not so foolish as to make obvious changes when that would out her but subtler changes, changes within are open territory.
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
If not already gleamed she is left-handed. Her Hex Code is Crimson:DC143C
This idea strikes my fancy. I'll certainly keep around as I adore the idea of working against the power of chaos itself to create a character either at odds with their power set or oddly complimenting to it.
Vyrell's examples were strange and seemed to lack origin. Odd simply looked at him with a confused cant to her brow. What to do if a fire came back each time you put it out? Submerge what burns in water or sand. If the fire continues to burn atop the water or upon the sand then it's probably magical in which case a wizard may need to be sought.
Much the same was true of his other examples. If Elneth could not be found then they would need to track her. The freshness of the bodies as well as tracks leaving the scene would serve well for finding her, as would any potential witnesses should any still live. As with the fomorian if it could not be pierced by an unavoidable blade then the obvious answer would be to strike it with a stronger weapon. Failing that another solution would be instead of piercing it's skin she'd break it's bones. Failing that she'd wrestle it down and bury it alive.
She could go down the list of things she'd do if her foe was immune to Elnith's blade but she failed to see what point Vyrell's exercise was mean-
The moment the queen stepped into the room Od's long train of thought screeched to a halt and she immediately knelt before her. She emptied her mind and focused solely on what the queen was saying, paying her her undivided attention.
_ So the mission was clear. She'd be seeking out Elnith under the command of Reinhardt.
"As you command, my majesty."
Was all she said, her face cold and serious as the queen's word was law. She wouldn't even think to question her decision, she wouldn't even acknowledge what she felt about the issue. Her feelings were beneath the will of the queen, a distraction.
That being said she awaited her queens dismissal before she'd embark upon her task.
“I’m sure you are aware, that is unusual for her at least not to write or otherwise send word. If not to the Queen, then to me. Thoughts, on the situation, Od? Do you believe her curse to have taken hold or would you surmise she has been having some other difficulty?”
He fixed her with his narrow gaze and her eyes fixed back on him with their brilliant green hue. Furthermore the pupils of her eyes, unlike her countrymen, were white instead of black making her eyes up until the irides look like the interior of a fresh kiwi fruit. Unless such a fruit were native to this isle then none would draw the connection. Still, much like herself they were quite unnatural despite brimming with natural potency. Just one more thing marking her as different from the others.
She stood and looked back into his eyes for what was likely an uncomfortably long moment, her face still locked in a distant expression. Before he could interrupt the silence however she spoke first.
"Cause, does matter not."
She turned from him after her laconic reply, turning her gaze back over to the tactical map they had laid out.
"The queen's will be done. If asked I shall retrieve her."
Her eyes scanned over the pieces set out upon the table, her mind dwelling on their purpose and how they tie into the queen's greater plan. In truth if Elneth was victim to her curse then it simply meant she would need to be subdued and taken back to the queen. If not then something else has happened and Od would aid her nonetheless. So long as the queen believed in Elneth then Od would believe in her too. The biggest issue that faced them in this case was their strained relations with the local monarch. Their men would not necessarily respect the authority of the queen's knights. This could lead to potential conflict, one that might put the queen's soldiers in harms way. It would be tricky to defuse if Elneth did anything to strain this already tenuous peace. Concerning indeed.
As for the board it offered much potential, her mind could only wonder... Perhaps even wander.
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