Saltwater Thief said
Here is my mage (Feisty-Pants is the friend I was referring to earlier, by the by).
Name: Kotori Namashiya
Gender: Female
House Name: I belong to the House Vastille, sir.
Age: 18
Appearance: Of rather petite height, Kotori from a distance does not strike an intimidating figure. It is when one gets close, that they tend to notice some peculiar and perhaps frightening aspects about the girl. When on duty protecting her charge, she wears a garb of absolute black, with layered armor around her shoulder, arm, and midriff. Most hauntingly of all, she wears an ivory mask of white which bears the markings of the family she had lost as a child. Yet the most terrifying thing is her right arm. From the upper bicep downward is what appears to be a mechanical limb. An operational, weaponised prosthetic that possesses a long curved blade that extends upwards from her elbow. Within it is also a handful of small compartments that also house other vicious weapons, small explosives and flash grenades to even a diamond edged wire.
Off duty however, and outside the malicious looking limb, Kotori actually possesses a degree of charm that most would not expect. With deep almond shaped eyes of obsidian alongside long straight black hair that looks as if it were made of silk, she holds the grace, slender gentle figure, and darkened skin of an exotic beauty. Of which makes sense, she was rescued from another foreign land that she cannot even remember.
Homeland: Gorgon (Technically Ferros, but her home is wherever Alaric is)
Race: Guardian
Magic: None
Bio: Her earliest memory is of a pair of gigantic hands picking her up as a toddler among searing heat as her home burned. Rescued from the deaths her family suffered in the tides of war, the second memory she can recall is that of her standing nervously in front of a little boy named Alaric. Having been told that she would grow up with him, protect him, and be his right hand, such responsibility newly thrust upon her age her nervous at first; but such nervousness faded into the obscurity in the back of her mind as she grew up and became with the boy that swiftly became her best friend.
They laughed together, played and cried together. Even when she was little, they would protect each other from the monsters that lurked beneath the bed, and from the glowering red embers of eyes in the closet. It wasn't until her eleventh year of life that she had to actually do what she had been raised to do along: she protected him.
In the thick woods that lined the outer edges of his family's estate, the two were engulfed in a game of shadow tag, where the two would constantly ambush one another that her duty finally came to fruition. Stumbling over a wall was a man with a sword and scent thick with alcohol. Spitting a string of incoherent curses as the two innocent children asked if he needed help, he raised his sword and charged towards Alaric. In this moment as she screamed for help in horror, she remembered her duty.
Alaric was her charge, she was his Ward. Throwing her fear aside, she dove towards her best friend and pushed him out of the way of the oncoming weapon. That was all that she remembered of that fateful day, and the first thing she could remember next was the pain of waking to the midday sun through the wisps of curtains that tickled her feet. Instinctively, she would raise her right arm to cover them from the bright light, but there was no arm to aid her. As tears broke upon her cheeks, the medical staff and Alaric's father came pouring into the room with exasperated worry strewn across their face. She however, had only one question; simply just one inquiry:
"Is Alaric okay?"
Nodding to her response solemnly, his father informed her of something even more grave. He had left her for the Tower to further train his mastery in magic; to protect those dear to him. Without her arm, she could not follow him, he had said. This was a notion she could not accept, and so she refused it! With the expansive wealth of House Vastille backing her, the girl soon found herself poked and prodded so painfully every day by innumerable doctors.
Six excruciating months later, they had the brilliant success of giving her a new mechanical arm. Then, with the knowledge that Alaric intended to become a magi, Kotori immediately came to the conclusion that she would be his guardian. Not telling him the moment she too joined the Tower, his first interaction with his new guardian was on a field training mission.
As a surprise attack from a Feral Magi came to ambush the unexpecting students, a surge of black and gale surged past the apprentice magi and in a blur of movement and wind, the maddened cackle suddenly ceased. Then, as the air settled, there was blood pouring from nearly every extremity as the Feral Magi literally fell apart in front of their eyes. Standing behind the body that had been sliced to pieces was an obvious Guardian draped in hooded black. This intimidating figure turned towards them as blood seeped along the edge of her elbows blade and obsidian eyes met those of Alaric's.
The hood fell, the mask came away, and a brilliant smile that he hadn't seen in over a year greeted him.
"Your right hand hath returned, m'lord!!"
Done and done, I think. ^^
Not bad for typing on a phone.
Either way! Hello! M'name is Feisty-Pants. You can all also call me Trouble, Missy, Mischief or what have you. It is a pleasure to meet all of you! ^_^