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MarloweWas a little difficult to come up with spells for this’n but here she is cx
I probably missed something somewhere or have tons of errors, but meh, here you go.
Keen to hear thoughts on her
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Name:
Age:
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Magic Type:
Unlike other Dragon Slayer magics, this one does not possess a traditional element, but is instead immune to and can consume Nullification Magic. The main emission of this type of Dragon Slayer is “Nullfire”, a usually-harmless flame that saps magic and applies a very cold, numbing chill.
Spells:
(Wall is an adjustable shape roughly 8ft x 8ft)
This roar is rather taxing, so using it more than once or twice in a fight will wear her down very quickly.
Magic Rank:
Equipment:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Personality:
History:
Extra:
I probably missed something somewhere or have tons of errors, but meh, here you go.
Keen to hear thoughts on her
Edited:
Lillian
Name:
Lilliana “Lillian” Drew
Age:
22
Guild Mark Location:
Left Shoulder - Black
Magic Type:
Null Dragon Slayer Magic
A Dragon Slayer magic that allows Lillian to take on the aspects of the Null Dragon, Rennus. This Dragon Slayer magic type nearly exclusively grants magic-disrupting abilities, with other uses being few and far between. Unlike other Dragon Slayer magics, this one does not possess a traditional element, but is instead immune to and can consume Nullification Magic. The main emission of this type of Dragon Slayer is “Nullfire”, a usually-harmless flame that saps magic and applies a very cold, numbing chill.
Spells:
Enhanced Physique
Being a Dragon Slayer Mage offers more than just raw magical power. As a Dragon Slayer, Lillian has greater speed, strength, and durability than most other mages -- unfortunately, it seems a large portion of these benefits were transferred exclusively to her Dragon Arm; though this does make it shockingly powerful. She also has very impressive senses of hearing and smell, as normal for her kind.Null Dragon’s Eye
Lillian’s right eye was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. Her eye appears to be clouded over with white, making her appear to be blind in one eye. In actual fact, this eye can see much better than one may think. Through the dragon’s blessing, Lillian is capable of seeing the magic around her and determining its strength and purpose. This can be used to gauge an individual’s power level, their general magical affinity, and sometimes to even sense their attacks before they make them, should they be very powerful. She doesn’t actually have to focus on her target to gauge these things, but if she isn’t, she must be within about five yards of them.Null Dragon’s Arm
Lillian’s right arm was replaced with a blessing of the Betrayer Dragon, Rennus. This fully-functioning arm is covered in the pitch-black scales of the Dragon, granting her a constant tool with which she can defend herself from harm. The scaly hide is rather thick and tough, protecting itself from a wide range of physical blows and elements. Additionally, not only does it defend against magic as readily as normal dragon scale, it is infused with the powers of the Null Dragon, allowing her to sap the magic from things within her reach(for as long as she touches them), or even cut through magic with normally mundane strikes. The claws can also make for rather deadly weapons.Null Dragon’s Maw
Underneath Lillian’s mask is a lower jaw borne of dragon hide and covered in pitch black scales. This maw encompasses one of her least used and most niche techniques, as it is only usable against other Dragon Slayer Mages - but when she does get the opportunity to use it, it is quite handy. She is able to consume the magic of other Dragon Slayer Mages as if she were their elemental type - though she gains only half immunity to their element when she does so. In addition, as long as she retains their element(which she can do for up to eight hours) she can pierce their immunity to their own element, and infuse her magic with their element. She cannot relinquish an element willfully, and can only hold one foreign element at a time. While holding a foreign element she cannot consume any other element besides her original.Nullification Bolt
Lilliana’s only means of consistent interaction at range - though it doesn’t even do damage. A small, manually-guided bolt of Nullfire that she uses to slightly weaken magic attacks, as well as mages, before they strike. The bolt moves quite fast and has a small but noticeable impact strength, which can be used to knock people off balance.Nullfire Wall
Lilliana sprouts a bright white wall of Nullfire from a surface, or even floating in the air, nearby. This wall is technically trespass-able, but any who touch it will find their body inflamed in Nullfire, turning their skin ice-cold and numb, sapping their coordination. Any magic hoping to pass through the wall will be absorbed and used to halt trespass, dependent on the absorbed magic. She can also shape this wall into a dome, but it is only capable of encompassing two people, and is more of an elliptical shape than a dome.(Wall is an adjustable shape roughly 8ft x 8ft)
Manableed
Lillian soaks her claws in magic, readying herself to attack anyone within her melee range within the next couple minutes. Anyone struck with her claws while this is active will find their wound begins to leak magic energy whenever they use their Magic, increasing the energy cost of their spells by a factor of roughly one-fourth. They will also find the wound rather difficult to heal, as the magic infused within negates magical regeneration and healing magic.Null Dragon’s Roar
Lillian draws in air through her mouth before releasing a wide cone of bright white Nullfire, burning away the magical energies of anything caught in it. Standing within the cone can quickly separate an opponent from their magic, lasting for about eight seconds after they extinguish themselves; the fire also applies a physically numbing chill, depriving them of some measure of physical coordination until they regain some warmth. She can also shape this roar into a thin, very long beam that fires in a single direction. Its effects last twice as long in this form, but it is much more susceptible to being dodged, due to the much thinner area, and can only strike one foe.This roar is rather taxing, so using it more than once or twice in a fight will wear her down very quickly.
Magic Rank:
B
Equipment:
Lillian doesn’t hold onto much, but one of her few possessions is her face mask, which she seemingly never takes off. It covers the bottom half of her face, and the entirety of her jaw. It doesn’t seem particularly special for a face mask.
She also wears a pair of necklaces underneath her clothing - one belonged to her father, and the other her mother.
She also wears a pair of necklaces underneath her clothing - one belonged to her father, and the other her mother.
Strengths:
• Even though Lillian hasn’t picked back up her desire to learn, she still holds a great sense of determination and focus within her, which allows her to ignore distractions when she really needs to get something done. It’s rather difficult to get under her skin in battle - she expects cruelty and is prepared to take it in stride.
• Even if she’s probably not the most experienced or well-trained mage on the battlefield, the innate nature of her magic makes her a formidable adversary to most opponents. Though some would argue this makes her a target in certain cases.
• Lilliana is more of a strategic mind than one that wants to go all-out into the opponent - which synergies well with her magic. She’s a quick thinker, and can usually come up with a plan to use the resources immediately available to the best effect possible.
• Even if she’s probably not the most experienced or well-trained mage on the battlefield, the innate nature of her magic makes her a formidable adversary to most opponents. Though some would argue this makes her a target in certain cases.
• Lilliana is more of a strategic mind than one that wants to go all-out into the opponent - which synergies well with her magic. She’s a quick thinker, and can usually come up with a plan to use the resources immediately available to the best effect possible.
Weaknesses:
• Lillian’s Dragon Slayer Magic is very difficult for her to project offensively, and almost all uses of it outside of physical enhancement are restricted to defensive technique, forcing her to get real creative if she wants to go on the offense.
• The Dragon Magic inside her manifests in a unique way, but also in a hindering one. Since the event that caused her to develop her Dragon Appendages, she has been unable to alter her physique in any way with her Dragon Slayer Magic. It is thought that she is completely incapable of attaining any alternate means of dragon form, unlike other Slayers.
• Most of Lillian’s spell arsenal doesn't have the greatest range - or any way to quickly close distance.
• The Dragon Magic inside her manifests in a unique way, but also in a hindering one. Since the event that caused her to develop her Dragon Appendages, she has been unable to alter her physique in any way with her Dragon Slayer Magic. It is thought that she is completely incapable of attaining any alternate means of dragon form, unlike other Slayers.
• Most of Lillian’s spell arsenal doesn't have the greatest range - or any way to quickly close distance.
Personality:
Lillian is a more reserved person than her younger self. Her enthusiasm for learning and life in general has been put on the back burner for some time now, and her main focus is to survive in what she sees as an unforgiving world. She tends to not engage others in conversation as she has some trust issues, but wont flat out ignore those who talk to her. Not that many do - she doesn’t appear the most hospitable of people, usually wearing a mask and sitting by her lonesome - something she has grown accustomed to.
Those who do manage to get a response out of her will generally be met with somewhat curt responses. Unless of course, they choose to make her mad, which will cause her to develop a sharp tongue - a trait she developed only over the last year or so.
Rarely, one may find Lillian being more talkative when drawn into something that particularly interests her - but this is usually short-lived as she stops herself when she notices.
Those who do manage to get a response out of her will generally be met with somewhat curt responses. Unless of course, they choose to make her mad, which will cause her to develop a sharp tongue - a trait she developed only over the last year or so.
Rarely, one may find Lillian being more talkative when drawn into something that particularly interests her - but this is usually short-lived as she stops herself when she notices.
History:
Lillian’s life has been a lot different than most people’s. Sure, as a child she had a caring father, and a roof to sleep under, and food on the table when she was hungry. But that’s pretty much the extent of its normality -- not that you could expect any more from someone who was born into a Dark Guild.
Her parents, Kalius and Lilith Drew, were each mages, and each the result of rough childhoods of their own. Two factors which aided in pushing them towards their place in a Dark Guild. The two met relatively early in each of their times within the guild, but it wasn’t until some eight years later that they romanticized one another and eventually came to bare a child in little Lilliana. It was both one of the happiest and saddest days in the life of Kalius, as he received his baby daughter, but in the same hand lost his wife to unforeseen birth complications. Despite the dread that overtook him, he persisted in trying to raise his daughter in his wife’s memory.
From that day Lillian’s life moved forward under her father’s care, until she could learn to talk, and walk, and eventually begin actual schooling. Over the years her father watched over her, spending the money he and his wife had saved so that he wouldn’t have to leave to go attend his job in the guild - but once she began school he too began again, telling Lillian some details about his work whenever she got curious, but always saying “You’ll see more when you’re older.” when she got too excited.
It seemed “older” wouldn’t be too far off, either. At the very beginning of her teen years, Lillian’s father told her of the power that had been put within her when she was very young -- the power of a Dragon Slayer - just like him. She was somewhat confused, curious, and ecstatic all at the same time as he began to tell her of what training he had planned for her. He was a little surprised at how readily she took on his instruction as they began to experiment with her magic, testing the waters. Over her years in school, coming home was her favorite part of the day, but likely for a different reason than most students. As soon as she got home she would seek out her father, the energy that had been drained by the school day flaring back to life within her. Even on days he wasn’t there, she would train by herself if she could.
As the years passed eventually her father thought she would be ready to take on her first official mission for the guild. Accompanying them on the mission would be one of the other higher ranking members(just like her father, but younger) of the guild, Tygan, whom seemed to have an alright relationship with her dad.
The mission was simple. Ward off some villagers from their homes and then ransack the place as they scattered. Sounded rather easy, considering none of the villager had any magical abilities, according to their information. And it was indeed easy - the only problem was, Tygan didn’t really follow the plan. The Dark guild mage took his Fire Magic to the houses, setting them ablaze without even a warning to those inside, right in front of Kalius and his daughter. Now, Kalius wasn’t a good man. In fact, he was by definition a bad man. But he didn’t burn innocent people alive for no reason - especially not women and children.
Lillian’s dad called for the other mage to stop - to no avail, of course. He took it upon himself to put his own magic to use, blasting a furious stream of white flames out of his mouth and coating Tygan’s flames in his own, the former blaze being snuffed out almost immediately as Lillian watched. This obviously angered the other mage, who had a word of two to jab at Kalius - who spoke back with just as much vigor. The two were locked in a stalemate until Tygan relaxed his shoulders and let out a laugh, patting Kalius on the shoulder as he walked away from the scorched homes.
“The girl has made you soft, Kalius.”
Kalius led his daughter away from the stemmed wreckage of the village and back home, seemingly no longer interested in the job. This method of training carried on for a few years, Kalius trying his best to separate his daughter from Tygan’s antics, Lillian growing more magically independent as time grew on. It wasn’t until an especially large mission that Lillian met Tygan once again - though this time there were other mages coming along with the trio, so Kalius felt confident it wouldn’t go as badly as missions with him had been over the years.
He was wrong. In fact, sone of the other mages joined in on his cruelty. Kalius wasn’t new to this spectacle, but only now - when he had his daughter to influence and teach - did he realize how wrong it was to affiliate with these people. He stopped the carnage once again with his Nullfire, earning more than one skeptical look from the other mages as they shrugged off his attempt at peacekeeping and moved on.
It was some months later that Lilliana found herself on her way home from town, groceries and weekly supplies in her arms - but only until she looked into the sky and saw a thick pillar of billowing black smoke ascending into the sky from above their secluded home. She dropped her things and ran home as fast as she could where her father was waiting for her return.
And was he waiting. Lillian saw the smoke grow thicker as she closed in on the home and saw the roaring flames that coating the home from base to roof. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she saw the intensity of the damage. She panicked as she tried to look through the windows, to no avail. She heard a call as she rounded the house, trying to find some way of seeing if her father was caught in the flames. She ran around to the back of the house and found him lying on the ground, trying to drag himself to his feet, attempting to use a tree as support. She rushed over to try and help him up into a sitting position against the tree, looking over him. He was burned horribly. Most of his skin was burned off and he groaned repeatedly in agony at each repeating, quick movement of his chest. She burst into tears as she saw his condition. There was no hope of his survival. She sat with him for many minutes, crying and trying to comfort him in any way she could.
After a fashion, it was clear he was passing.
“Go.” He voiced. It sounded like speaking took everything he had left in him.
Lillian looked up, trying to see his burned and torn face through her tears. “What? No. No. I can’t.”
“Go...away from here.” He croaked. “You know...what.. I’ve taught you..” He gasped out in pain as he spoke.
“I can’t leave you, dad.”
He remained silent for a short while, the only sound between the two of them the sounds of his pained breaths and the burning, collapsing house nearby.
“Your mother...would be so proud...of you.”
As he spoke his last breath, she gasped out a cry and felt it catch in her throat as a faint chill ran over her skin. The color in his eyes began to fade more than she ever thought was possible before his eyes closed, a weird feeling falling gently to the pit of her stomach.
It took Lillian several hours to pull herself off the tear-laden ground. She didn’t know what to do. Everything she had known was...her father was gone. She had nobody else.
She spent that night propped up against the tree directly opposite her father, her eyes still glossed over and dropping tears onto her pants. Each movement of the leaves in the corner of her vision caused her eyes to snap up to her father. She hoped against all hope that he would somehow get up and be okay. But he wouldn’t. When she woke up around noon after collapsing from exhaustion, he hadn’t moved an inch.
It took her every bit of willpower she had left to stand up. And then she walked. Where? She didn’t know. Somewhere.
She walked for a while, and it gave her time to try and think. So many emotions swam through her head and she didn’t know what to feel besides sorrow. But eventually one emotion broke through. Rage. How did this happen? Who did this? Why would someone do this? It had to be someone. She recalled the last conversation her father had with one guild member specifically - Tygan. It had been a pretty...heated..
Her emotions became enflamed with rage and her body moved before she could even think about it. Her feet hit the ground hard one in front of the other as she sprinted towards the guild. She didn’t care that she had felt far too exhausted to run before - her anger fueled her and her body felt numb as he ran and ran.
She entered the town and kept running right down the street towards the guild. As she grew closer it took every speck of willpower she had to slow her pace to a fast walk. Her eyes flicked to a stand as she passed by it, her hand darting out to swipe a blade off of the stand. She tucked it into the back of her belt as she pushed the guild doors open and didn’t break stride as her eyes ripped through the room, looking for...him.
Her footsteps sounded across the wood and she knew people were looking at her, but she didn’t care to look at them. She walked across the room to where he sat, bot caring to stop for a single step.
“YOU!” She screamed.
The man reared his ugly face and looked back, with a momentary look of intrigue before his face settled into a half-smug grin of realization. “Oh hello there, Ms. Drew. What brings you-“
She never stopped. She was upon him before he could finish standing and she grasped the blade behind her back, drawing it out and earning a wide-eyed look from the mage. His words caught in his throat -- and then so did the knife. His hand raised as the blade just began to pierce his flesh, the air in front of it broiling before exploding into a gush of liquid flame that slammed into Lilliana, completing engulfing her arm and part of her jaw as the older mage misjudged his shot in his moment of panic. Both of them fell to the ground, one screaming in pain and the other completely silent.
Lilliana tried to stem the burning magic even as it seared and melted through her flesh, only managing to do so after it was far too late to save her arm. Her vision blurred as she expelled the energy from her body, her peripheral swimming with movement and even the sound of her own groans of agony growing feint. She weakly tried to move her arms to try and get up, but only one of them moved. She felt her body roll over onto her back and her head rest against the wooden floor in the middle of the guild as her woulds begged her for mercy. It wasn’t long before she lost consciousness.
She woke up somewhere else. She was looking up at the sky. She was wet. She tried to more her head, only for a groan to escape her lips. Did she hit her head that hard when she fell? She willed herself to look around, and found the she was lying on a riverbank, mud clinging to her clothes and an unforgiving bed of rocks beneath her. The guild must’ve dumped her here to die. Her eyes moved to her arm.
And she almost shoved it away. It...didn’t look like the burns her father had. Her arm was - she slowly reached towards it with her other hand. She placed her hand on it, and it felt rough. Coarse. She slid her hand down the arm, expecting a deep painful sensation, but she felt nothing. Oddly enough, her arm felt.. scaly. It had wide, thin, black scales plated up it, encompassing what should be her right arm. She looked down and her hand looked the same, ending in dull-clawed fingers. What was happening to her? Had Tygan done this? No.. why would he?
She tried to stand using her left arm for support, but found her body exhausted. She tried again, placing the blackened hand against the mud and rocks, and pushed herself up until she could manage to find her footing. Once again, she walked. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, but she walked.
Eventually she found her way to a place she’d been to only one or two times before - Crocus. It was almost a year later there that she joined her first legitimate guild: Fenixtear. It’s been a weird few months since she joined, but she at least feels relatively safe.
Her parents, Kalius and Lilith Drew, were each mages, and each the result of rough childhoods of their own. Two factors which aided in pushing them towards their place in a Dark Guild. The two met relatively early in each of their times within the guild, but it wasn’t until some eight years later that they romanticized one another and eventually came to bare a child in little Lilliana. It was both one of the happiest and saddest days in the life of Kalius, as he received his baby daughter, but in the same hand lost his wife to unforeseen birth complications. Despite the dread that overtook him, he persisted in trying to raise his daughter in his wife’s memory.
From that day Lillian’s life moved forward under her father’s care, until she could learn to talk, and walk, and eventually begin actual schooling. Over the years her father watched over her, spending the money he and his wife had saved so that he wouldn’t have to leave to go attend his job in the guild - but once she began school he too began again, telling Lillian some details about his work whenever she got curious, but always saying “You’ll see more when you’re older.” when she got too excited.
It seemed “older” wouldn’t be too far off, either. At the very beginning of her teen years, Lillian’s father told her of the power that had been put within her when she was very young -- the power of a Dragon Slayer - just like him. She was somewhat confused, curious, and ecstatic all at the same time as he began to tell her of what training he had planned for her. He was a little surprised at how readily she took on his instruction as they began to experiment with her magic, testing the waters. Over her years in school, coming home was her favorite part of the day, but likely for a different reason than most students. As soon as she got home she would seek out her father, the energy that had been drained by the school day flaring back to life within her. Even on days he wasn’t there, she would train by herself if she could.
As the years passed eventually her father thought she would be ready to take on her first official mission for the guild. Accompanying them on the mission would be one of the other higher ranking members(just like her father, but younger) of the guild, Tygan, whom seemed to have an alright relationship with her dad.
The mission was simple. Ward off some villagers from their homes and then ransack the place as they scattered. Sounded rather easy, considering none of the villager had any magical abilities, according to their information. And it was indeed easy - the only problem was, Tygan didn’t really follow the plan. The Dark guild mage took his Fire Magic to the houses, setting them ablaze without even a warning to those inside, right in front of Kalius and his daughter. Now, Kalius wasn’t a good man. In fact, he was by definition a bad man. But he didn’t burn innocent people alive for no reason - especially not women and children.
Lillian’s dad called for the other mage to stop - to no avail, of course. He took it upon himself to put his own magic to use, blasting a furious stream of white flames out of his mouth and coating Tygan’s flames in his own, the former blaze being snuffed out almost immediately as Lillian watched. This obviously angered the other mage, who had a word of two to jab at Kalius - who spoke back with just as much vigor. The two were locked in a stalemate until Tygan relaxed his shoulders and let out a laugh, patting Kalius on the shoulder as he walked away from the scorched homes.
“The girl has made you soft, Kalius.”
Kalius led his daughter away from the stemmed wreckage of the village and back home, seemingly no longer interested in the job. This method of training carried on for a few years, Kalius trying his best to separate his daughter from Tygan’s antics, Lillian growing more magically independent as time grew on. It wasn’t until an especially large mission that Lillian met Tygan once again - though this time there were other mages coming along with the trio, so Kalius felt confident it wouldn’t go as badly as missions with him had been over the years.
He was wrong. In fact, sone of the other mages joined in on his cruelty. Kalius wasn’t new to this spectacle, but only now - when he had his daughter to influence and teach - did he realize how wrong it was to affiliate with these people. He stopped the carnage once again with his Nullfire, earning more than one skeptical look from the other mages as they shrugged off his attempt at peacekeeping and moved on.
It was some months later that Lilliana found herself on her way home from town, groceries and weekly supplies in her arms - but only until she looked into the sky and saw a thick pillar of billowing black smoke ascending into the sky from above their secluded home. She dropped her things and ran home as fast as she could where her father was waiting for her return.
And was he waiting. Lillian saw the smoke grow thicker as she closed in on the home and saw the roaring flames that coating the home from base to roof. She felt her heart jump into her throat as she saw the intensity of the damage. She panicked as she tried to look through the windows, to no avail. She heard a call as she rounded the house, trying to find some way of seeing if her father was caught in the flames. She ran around to the back of the house and found him lying on the ground, trying to drag himself to his feet, attempting to use a tree as support. She rushed over to try and help him up into a sitting position against the tree, looking over him. He was burned horribly. Most of his skin was burned off and he groaned repeatedly in agony at each repeating, quick movement of his chest. She burst into tears as she saw his condition. There was no hope of his survival. She sat with him for many minutes, crying and trying to comfort him in any way she could.
After a fashion, it was clear he was passing.
“Go.” He voiced. It sounded like speaking took everything he had left in him.
Lillian looked up, trying to see his burned and torn face through her tears. “What? No. No. I can’t.”
“Go...away from here.” He croaked. “You know...what.. I’ve taught you..” He gasped out in pain as he spoke.
“I can’t leave you, dad.”
He remained silent for a short while, the only sound between the two of them the sounds of his pained breaths and the burning, collapsing house nearby.
“Your mother...would be so proud...of you.”
As he spoke his last breath, she gasped out a cry and felt it catch in her throat as a faint chill ran over her skin. The color in his eyes began to fade more than she ever thought was possible before his eyes closed, a weird feeling falling gently to the pit of her stomach.
It took Lillian several hours to pull herself off the tear-laden ground. She didn’t know what to do. Everything she had known was...her father was gone. She had nobody else.
She spent that night propped up against the tree directly opposite her father, her eyes still glossed over and dropping tears onto her pants. Each movement of the leaves in the corner of her vision caused her eyes to snap up to her father. She hoped against all hope that he would somehow get up and be okay. But he wouldn’t. When she woke up around noon after collapsing from exhaustion, he hadn’t moved an inch.
It took her every bit of willpower she had left to stand up. And then she walked. Where? She didn’t know. Somewhere.
She walked for a while, and it gave her time to try and think. So many emotions swam through her head and she didn’t know what to feel besides sorrow. But eventually one emotion broke through. Rage. How did this happen? Who did this? Why would someone do this? It had to be someone. She recalled the last conversation her father had with one guild member specifically - Tygan. It had been a pretty...heated..
Her emotions became enflamed with rage and her body moved before she could even think about it. Her feet hit the ground hard one in front of the other as she sprinted towards the guild. She didn’t care that she had felt far too exhausted to run before - her anger fueled her and her body felt numb as he ran and ran.
She entered the town and kept running right down the street towards the guild. As she grew closer it took every speck of willpower she had to slow her pace to a fast walk. Her eyes flicked to a stand as she passed by it, her hand darting out to swipe a blade off of the stand. She tucked it into the back of her belt as she pushed the guild doors open and didn’t break stride as her eyes ripped through the room, looking for...him.
Her footsteps sounded across the wood and she knew people were looking at her, but she didn’t care to look at them. She walked across the room to where he sat, bot caring to stop for a single step.
“YOU!” She screamed.
The man reared his ugly face and looked back, with a momentary look of intrigue before his face settled into a half-smug grin of realization. “Oh hello there, Ms. Drew. What brings you-“
She never stopped. She was upon him before he could finish standing and she grasped the blade behind her back, drawing it out and earning a wide-eyed look from the mage. His words caught in his throat -- and then so did the knife. His hand raised as the blade just began to pierce his flesh, the air in front of it broiling before exploding into a gush of liquid flame that slammed into Lilliana, completing engulfing her arm and part of her jaw as the older mage misjudged his shot in his moment of panic. Both of them fell to the ground, one screaming in pain and the other completely silent.
Lilliana tried to stem the burning magic even as it seared and melted through her flesh, only managing to do so after it was far too late to save her arm. Her vision blurred as she expelled the energy from her body, her peripheral swimming with movement and even the sound of her own groans of agony growing feint. She weakly tried to move her arms to try and get up, but only one of them moved. She felt her body roll over onto her back and her head rest against the wooden floor in the middle of the guild as her woulds begged her for mercy. It wasn’t long before she lost consciousness.
She woke up somewhere else. She was looking up at the sky. She was wet. She tried to more her head, only for a groan to escape her lips. Did she hit her head that hard when she fell? She willed herself to look around, and found the she was lying on a riverbank, mud clinging to her clothes and an unforgiving bed of rocks beneath her. The guild must’ve dumped her here to die. Her eyes moved to her arm.
And she almost shoved it away. It...didn’t look like the burns her father had. Her arm was - she slowly reached towards it with her other hand. She placed her hand on it, and it felt rough. Coarse. She slid her hand down the arm, expecting a deep painful sensation, but she felt nothing. Oddly enough, her arm felt.. scaly. It had wide, thin, black scales plated up it, encompassing what should be her right arm. She looked down and her hand looked the same, ending in dull-clawed fingers. What was happening to her? Had Tygan done this? No.. why would he?
She tried to stand using her left arm for support, but found her body exhausted. She tried again, placing the blackened hand against the mud and rocks, and pushed herself up until she could manage to find her footing. Once again, she walked. She didn’t know where she was or where she was going, but she walked.
Eventually she found her way to a place she’d been to only one or two times before - Crocus. It was almost a year later there that she joined her first legitimate guild: Fenixtear. It’s been a weird few months since she joined, but she at least feels relatively safe.
Extra:
• Lilliana’s voice is rather discernible among a group. It sounds somewhat husky and gravely mixed with her normal voice, though still retaining a feminine tone. A result of her burnt vocal cords being repaired by the dragon’s power within her. It is a bizarre feature, but is generally considered pleasant upon the ears by those she meets.
• Her eyes were originally a bright, vibrant blue. Now only her left eye has this feature.
• Rennus, the dragon that Lillian and her father both draw their magic from, goes by two titles: The 'Betrayer Dragon' and the 'Null Dragon'.
• Nullfire*: Nullfire is a form of Nullification magic that takes the shape of bright white flames. These flames produce no heat, but produce healthy amounts of light, and when touched they sap magical energy and induce ice cold temperature upon the afflicted. In most other ways, Nullfire behaves exactly like normal fire - except it is unhindered by magic, even of the water variety.
• Her eyes were originally a bright, vibrant blue. Now only her left eye has this feature.
• Rennus, the dragon that Lillian and her father both draw their magic from, goes by two titles: The 'Betrayer Dragon' and the 'Null Dragon'.
• Nullfire*: Nullfire is a form of Nullification magic that takes the shape of bright white flames. These flames produce no heat, but produce healthy amounts of light, and when touched they sap magical energy and induce ice cold temperature upon the afflicted. In most other ways, Nullfire behaves exactly like normal fire - except it is unhindered by magic, even of the water variety.
