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Corrine Woods

“Difficulties strengthen the mind, as labor does the body.”

about

Character Name

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General Corrine Woods of Astoria

Age

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35

Gender

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Female

Archetype

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Knight

Moral Conflict

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Mercy versus Justice. In life, Corrine struggled to maintain a clear conscious as an army general in the heat of war. She has made cruel decisions against innocent people under the assumption she was protecting her country and her king: she's lead annihilation or near-annihilation against other peoples deemed to be impure in some way, executions against rebels who dared to speak against the country, war crimes and slaughter against smaller armies without question, and ultimately blindly believing all this was for peace and stability. And as she grew, her judgement against offenders to the peace grew harsher. Balancing this "justice" against her desire to do good and protect the innocent creates inner turmoil for Corrine in death.

Physical Description

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If Corrine has any beauty, it could only be described as haunting. She is white as can be, both her long hair and her skin. Her face is narrow and she has high cheekbones, giving an otherwise plain face a refined appearance. She has a small button nose and her white complexion is blemished with pink. Her paleness--sometimes sickly looking--is not her most outstanding feature, however: it is her crimson eyes. They are bright but oddly soft, complimented by a permanent scowl on her pale, full lips. Beyond complexion, Corrine is above average in other ways: she is rather tall for a woman, standing straight and proud at nearly 178cm / 5'10". Her frame is rather boyish and lean, but strong with hard, toned muscles beneath her conservative dress. Standing still, she may look like stone, but underneath her clothes are some pink scars that speak to her mortality.

Personality Traits

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Corrine comes off as rather stoic, but there's a softness to her red gaze. It's difficult to engage her in casual conversation, but she does her best to polite and humor another if they mean well. She seems to lack a sense of humor to match others, but unexpected friendliness or flirting will catch her off guard and leave her flustered. Despite this quietness to Corrine, she can be surprisingly brave. She is protective of others--particularly women--and will not shy away from the right thing to do. She stands angrily and stubbornly against injustice and harm done to others, willing to risk her own honor for the sake of others. She is a proud person who is not easily swayed by the will of anyone else.

Attributes

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• Weapon handling: Corrine is an expert in swordplay, and is most comfortable with a sword and shield; but she was once most proficient with a bow. However, albinism has taken its toll on her eyesight and while she can man a bow, her aim is very poor.

• Hand-to-hand combat: While Corrine is absolutely deadly with a weapon in hand, she is also a decent fighter if she and her opponent are weaponless. Her strength may lack compared to bigger men, but she relies on her smarts as well.

• War leadership: Corrine was a general to her country's army in life. As a result, not only does she excel at quickly reading a new situation, she has the confidence to bark orders as she deems necessary.

Inventory & Equipment

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• Cracked monocle: In life, her failing eyesight made it hard to read and write. The monocle helped and she always kept it on her person.

• A beautiful shield: White steel with Astoria's military crest engraved on the front--a lion at its center.

Gift of Rebirth

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Heart of the Lioness. Corrine can summon a small pride of ethereal big cats to fight at her side. They are hers to command, but doing so takes a lot of concentration. When discovered, she'll quickly learn that the more she tries to control, the less she'll be able to focus on fighting for herself. Each lion essentially takes a part of herself, and she's splitting her awareness between X amount of beings. Loss of control could result in them turning on her or her allies. The lions can be dismissed, but they also wound and die like the real thing, and Corrine feels every part of it.

Hello, I'm a Newbie

Hi, Caesar, welcome to the guild!

Did you consider PanicAtTheFallOut as an alternative username?

BYTANIA, of Mages and Monsters

Fang

The bunch was lively, save for a gentle looking woman with long white hair. Like Fang, she preferred to remain quiet and observe as the others introduced themselves. She smiled politely as their gazes met, looking away suddenly as Orkag bellowed with laughter. Despite being among the gruffest looking of the group, he didn't seem to mean any ill will. He was just loud and took a liking to the girl. She in turn explained some of her magic: nature and animal magic made sense, Fang decided as she glanced again to the cat ears upon her head. She remained still as her head turned to look around at the others as they continued to ask questions.

The fiery woman introduced herself, and Fang couldn't help the tilt of her head as watched her speak. She fairly asked about compensation. This service could be potentially dangerous, after all, and people need to feed themselves. The second pyromancer introduced himself as well, even summoning fire to show off his magic. She eyed his tattoos curiously; they were unlike hers in that they were simple. However, they were similar and clearly connected to his magic. Her smile faded at his aggressive display, but the warmth was nice.

BYTANIA, of Mages and Monsters

Fang

While she didn't have a reason to trust the old mage, Fang wasn't too concerned about distrusting him either. The words he spoke seemed genuine enough, if vague. She nodded in acknowledgement of his explanations and glanced around at the others and found herself uncomfortable. Even with the cold, wet weather dampening her magic, she could sense not all magic was equal among her fellow magic users. Some of it seemed quite dark, and her gaze lingered on the large orc and the tall mage with a raspy voice and cloud of sickness. She refrained from verbal judgement, her attention flickering back to the old mage as he shot sparks from his fingers. She was pleasantly surprised that the room began to heat. How lovely.

The woman beside her had been radiating warmth, however, and Fang found her rough around the edges, but charming. She would have introduced herself, but she didn't have the time as the orc caught her attention again instead. She watched as he talked to the youngest member of the group. He asked a question no doubt on the minds of many, and she watched quietly, waiting on the girl's response. She supposed formal introductions were in order now that everyone has arrived.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Mirabelle Kingston

Mira was already prepared: she had her necessities with her in the couple bags she intended on taking to the Kingston's. So hearing that someone was sent to her mother to clear up any confusion was a relief, as that was her only worry. She imagined the elves were quite happy to hear that she was gone, on the other hand. It soured her mood, but save for lips twitching into a slight frown as she listened, it wasn't obvious. There thankfully wasn't much time to dwell on that, though, and her eyes flickered to the gates. Stepping through would bring her to Japan. Of course, she's never been there, but most of her video games of choice were produced there. Other than that, she know nothing about the country or its people.

She glanced around at the others: a few walked through the gates, some returned home first. With a shrug, she re-shouldered her bag and walked through the gates.

Her violet eyes flickered to the man, but then quickly wandered to the rest of the environment. It was a bright day and she squinted against the sun in irritation. Ugh. I can't wait to get inside. She fixed her hair as she looked back to the man, waiting.

BYTANIA, of Mages and Monsters

Fang

She wasn't the first to arrive, as Fang was easily distracted by anything else that asked for her attention. She was committed to the journey itself, and it often meant taking any cue to wander off the path for a bit. Talking to strangers, playing with children, stopping to pet stray cats: there wasn't a concern too small to pique her interest. Clearly, she wasn't a person in much of a hurry, but she also wasn't one to inconvenience others due to her whims. So she arrived about on time, and she wasn't the last to arrive either.

Despite her indifference to time, she had been on her feet the entire day. So she was grateful for a place to sit, even if it was a hard, unwelcoming stone chair. She sat with a long leg dangling over with her foot resting on the floor while her other leg was bent so that her foot hid under her opposite thigh. The stone was initially cold against her foot, but she had sat still long enough that it wasn't terrible--and still more comfortable than standing for a half hour. Her comfort in a stone chair could be the least of her worries, though: against the cold outside she had a bald head and simple robes. She had not cloaks against the cold and the soles of her feet were rough from walking through all sorts of elements.

Some came in and introduced themselves, and she would follow politely. Other than that, though, she remained quiet and detached from the on goings of those around her. It wasn't until their host finally spoke that she paid much attention to anything in the room. She watched him curiously, as he jumped into introductions and then...left it up to them. Not many things confused Fang, but now she tilted her head and glanced around the room. She wasn't the only one lost, to be sure.

"Old Mage," she said--that wasn't exactly what he called himself but it was close--"What needs to be done? Why have you brought us all together?" Her tone was genuine, no hint of impatience or irritation. She couldn't help someone without knowing what they needed.

Tohru's School of Wizards and Witches!

Mirabelle Kingston

Mira listened patiently as the woman expanded on the detail found in the letter. The relief that had flooded over her came back in tides as Elizabeth spoke. It wasn't her fault that she had failed so miserably in magic. It was certainly a weight of guilt and anxiety being lifted off her shoulders, and she gripped the hem of her sleeves. On top of it, the woman was offering a chance to practice in magic again, and grow stronger. The catch of fighting some evil being only piqued her interest further: it was an opportunity to show the Kingstons that she was worth something to them and to the world, even having human blood. Worry of injury came and went quickly--she was never one for anxiety or fear.

A tap on her shoulder jolted her out of her attention to Elizabeth, and her gaze hardened as she looked to the boy. Then her brow furrowed as she glanced down at her knees. "Ah," she muttered--it seemed she hadn't noticed even the sting of pain. Although he offered politely enough, his red-eyed expression didn't seem particularly friendly, so Mira was hesitant as she took the handkerchief. Was he albino? "Thank you," she said simply as she leaned to pat at the bit of blood on her knee.

When she stood straight again, the bleeding stopped and the boy's attention was elsewhere. Did he want the cloth back? She watched with a tilted head as he responded so eloquently to the woman and her request. So his name was Romani. Supposing she'd have the means to return the handkerchief later, Mira stuffed it into the small pocket of her black shorts. More of her peers were speaking, asking questions and agreeing to join this fight against evil. Should Elizabeth's gaze meet Mira's, she would nod to give her affirmation. Otherwise, she remained silent and allowed others to voice their concerns, learning names as best she good.

Kidd's Sheets

Mirabelle Kingston | 19 | Half-Elf

MAGIC

Transformation. Mira is loosely capable of shapeshifting parts of her body: her nails into claws, for example.

PERSONALITY

Mira comes off as rather quiet and serious. Once you get to know her...that doesn't really change. However, she is a woman of action rather than words. She prefers to express her loyalty or friendship physically or through material goods. As a result, she can be rather generous if she warms up to you. On the flip side, those she dislikes get none of the love. Instead, she can be surprisingly snarky and rude if you make a bad impression with her. Mira has a rather dry sense of humor--some would say she doesn't have one at all--and it's difficult to make her smile. Despite coming off as rather introverted, Mira generally craves stimulation from the world around her and falls easily into competitive activities, such as video games and martial arts. In addition, her snarkiness seems to be lost on elven family members, sometimes making her seem meek.

BIOGRAPHY

The Kingston family is renowned for their upholding of the status quo: peace, magical aptitude, philanthropy and charity, politeness, etc. However, Mira is a blight on a pureblood elven family's perfect record. She was born of an affair, her mother merely a human. The Kingstons are rather distasteful of the mixed bloodline, but luckily for Mira, they must maintain their reputation especially now as the world falls into chaos. Mira was raised between the two families, but often made to feel like a stranger among her elven half. Outright abuse is deplorable to the Kingstons, but emotional neglect is a lot more passive.

Among the Kingstons, she grew privileged enough to have access to education in magic. Forever a disappointment to her father and his family, however, she struggled to catch on. Transformation magic came easiest to her--and she still dawdles in it from time to time--but even that proved too difficult for her among the pressure and discontent she felt from her peers and teachers. She was slowly pushed away from formal training in magic.

Needless to say, Mira is happiest at home with her mother. Sometimes she stands out among her human family: she has long and slender limbs, perceptive eyes, and her ears are slightly pointed. But they care for her all the same. School has always been easy for her whether it was upper level physics or a rough PE teacher. Even then, though, she was always chalked up to being the shy kid and generally left alone by her classmates. It seemed to suit her, and she found quiet happiness in hand held video games and other simple distractions.

Since graduating, however, she has felt lost. She works simple jobs and still lives with her mother--occasionally visiting her father's side to maintain appearances. She has a tentative interest in beauty school due to her passion for fun colored hair, and has recently worked up the courage to finally apply.

EXTRA

• When she fell out of magic, she turned to martial arts instead.
• She's ambidextrous.
• She has a nose piercing.
• As a half-elf, half-human, Mira is unable to have children of her own.

BYTANIA, of Mages and Monsters

Fang

about

Physical: Fang is a tall, muscularly lean woman. She has rough hands and wears foot wraps instead of shoes. Her lightly colored robes are maintained out of devotion to her goddess. Even still, the dark tattoos that wrap up and down her muscles are the most awestriking. Each one is intricately designed and it no doubt took years to acquire them all. Her head is shaved as a show of devotion to Shangri-La, and she has light olive skin. Despite her tough appearance, though, she has gentle brown eyes and a friendly face.

Abilities:

• Summoning magic. Fang's body is covered by a variety of tattoos, a host to depictions of animals and even weapons. The amount of energy she puts forth can affect how many summons she can control and how big they are. The animals found across her body include two snakes, a tiger, a bear, a turtle, and a phoenix. The weapons, usually incorporated in the intricate animal designs, include a staff, two swords, a bladed polearm, and knives. When being used, the summon's tattoo disappears. It takes energy to maintain the summons' physical forms for extended periods of time, but she can also dismiss them as she pleases. However, the tattoos won't immediately reappear once dismissed from the physical plane; over the course of a day, they will appear faded and then dark again once ready for use.

• Martial arts. Not only is Fang a fearsome master of her tattoos, she is trained in a style of fighting developed by followers of Shangri-La. The focus of this technique is to strike from afar and bring an opponent down in closer quarters. It's a style of fighting made to use an opponent's own force against them.

• Magic & soul sense. Through meditation and practice, Fang is able not only to sense the presence of magic or souls, but to also loosely read people and their intentions. It's, of course, fallible as the human and humanoid experience is vast.

Starting Gear: Save for the clothes on her back and a flat blade for maintaining a shaved head, Fang has no material possessions and seems to have no interest in keeping any.

Personality/Goals: Fang wishes to serve Shangri-La in maintaining a humble life and serving the greater good. A minority among her monastery, she was trained as a warrior, and is allowed to bend the otherwise strict rules of nonviolence. Even so, she maintains a demeanor of relaxation and is slow to anger. Beyond the years of training under her religion, Fang is kind. She has a surprisingly broad sense of humor, though likely developed later in life due to a sheltered upbringing in the monastery. Her journey alone is meant to push the boundaries of her devotion, however.

Backstory: Like most of the monks she grew up with, Fang was orphaned as a baby and left at the temple. She was trained among young boys and girls in the way of Shangri-La, a goddess figure. Unlike most of her peers, however, Fang displayed a rare affinity for magic. As a direct result, her training was altered and she was raised into the rare warrior role of her religion. She is a recent graduate of the student title, and is now traveling the world to reach a higher form of enlightenment and acquire the title of master.

Other Stuff:

• Followers of Shangri-La are known for their intricate tattoos and peaceful, charitable ways of life. Traveling monks receive mixed reactions, though: some are charitable and hospitable to monks, others see them as bums. They have a large following, but due to religious purges and wars, their numbers have been decreasing. Warriors like Fang are a minority and relatively new development as a defense against the violent world. Older monks in the religion may not agree with this development.

BYTANIA, of Mages and Monsters

Seems good, though I would keep the soul sense to reading emotions and such, not able to pluck actual images or solid thoughts - more a "he looks happy and calm but I know he wants to try to kill me any moment now..." sort of thing, just to head off any use further than that, though I mostly speak to head it off as you never said you'd use it as any actual mind reading. Beyond that, looks good to me, and worthy of the CS tab.

@ArenaSnow

Thanks! And yes, just to assure you, that's exactly what I intended for soul sense. More of a boosted intuition thing, not anything like mind reading.