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A hazy light drifted through the large arching windows in the corridors of the Castle despite the darkness of the sky. Alight with a thousand twinkling points millions of miles away, the night sky still provided illumination on this world. Maybe it was symbolic to the to the world itself, which was a beacon against the intrusive darkness, that even in the night the world was lit enough to be navigable. Tremere's boots made a clacking rapport on the hard tile flooring and the sharp sound echoed in the large, empty hall. It wasn't a strange site to see the girl wandering the halls at night, although she never lacked in energy the next morning. The yawning chasms of the high rounded ceilings draped in shadow did not frighten her; she could not remember the last time she was afraid of the dark. Not since before she had even became an apprentice. The dazzling stars were calling to her this ponderous night. She was anxious about the morning that was to follow. Although she was confident in her abilities, she had never been one too consumed by pride and knew that there was a possibility of failure. Their one fellow apprentice who was told he could not participate had not taken the news very well and seemed to have less of a grasp of similar concepts. Tremere turned a corner, her long arms swaying in the murky light, and found herself in the main hall. Off to her left rose the plinth on which the large master thrones stood resolute in shadow. A few shafts of light shot down in front of the thrones, the contrast of which made them seem pooled in ink. The apprentice stood for a moment, taking in the picturesque image, before turning to the opposite direction and the opposing doors that loomed near wide windows. Steps still clicking, she made her way to that side of the grandiose hall and peered out the window. The landscaping of the area was prim and clean like always. Yellow light shone from several lampposts in the circular courtyard and glinted off the golden colored railings and accents of the building. A wisp of a reflection stared back at her, wide purple eyes shining with the light reflected in their moisture. There was a bit of a commotion outside, but she couldn't see anyone. It must have echoed down from the summit. She only heard a single voice, and she couldn't make out the words or the owner of the voice from so far away. Running her hand on the embroidered wall, she slowly sauntered to the small, single-person door that was cut into its huge cousin, and pushed it open. The night was cool, and a slight breeze made her shiver. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she passed through the threshold; she wrapped her arms around herself and the door quietly shut behind her. Her black hair swayed in the breeze. She rocked on her feet as she looked out to the sky. A small sigh escaped her as her eyes explored the expanse above, stretching like a canvas across the top of their world, a blanket and a shield, both muffling them and protecting them. Tomorrow should would be tested and judged, and if she was found worthy, she might be able to make her own mark on that canvas. She shuddered.

Kingdom Hearts: Forbidden Fruits

Name: Tremere Wilder Nickname: Trem Age: 19 Gender: Female

Appearance:

Trem is a wisp of a girl; she is limber and lanky, and walks a bit off-kilter at times because of it. She has thin black hair that falls just below her shoulders, cut a bit raggedly. She has sharp, pixie like features and vibrant purple eyes. Her ivory skin has no signs of scarring and is a testament to the girl's timid nature. She typically wears a patterned shirt, with which jagged pieces of her armor are interspersed, and fitted pants with boots.

Personality: Tremere has a been an apprentice for just over nine years now but few people at the academy know much beyond the basic facts about her. She is kind and courteous, and few people can say anything negative about her demeanor; however, Trem doesn't talk much because she's shy. She is friendly with all of her fellow apprentices, and differential to her mentors, but makes little effort to deepen her relationships. She is unerringly loyal to her cause and her team and incurs no doubt about her ability or faith. Trem is intelligent in a logical way, and likes to read and write and enjoys her studies. Trem is humble but knows her own abilities and limitations. She is known to have a few different moods, some of them more talkative than others. History: Tremere Wilder was born to a lower class family in a big city on the Land of Departure. Her family struggled to get by, but they were close and loved each other dearly. Alone with herself and her parents, Trem had two older brothers that protected her on the streets and from the monsters in her closet. Her life, although not easy, was warm and nurturing up until the age of seven. One night while she was staying with a friend for a sleepover, her house burned down and trapped her whole family inside, killing them and leaving the girl an orphan. She jumped around a few different foster homes and other transient placements until she landed in a prestigious boarding school thanks to her maturity and intelligence. She was only enrolled for a short time, however, after the school took a field trip to a museum that praised the Keyblade Society. While she was there, she met one of the masters of the academy, and eventually he brought her to the castle for training. Trem still doesn't know why that master did what he did, but she is grateful.

Keyblade:

Frigid Hex

~Commands~ Attack: Strike Raid Magic: Reflect, Blizzara Shotlock: Absolute Zero Summon:*** Command Style: Diamond Dust

Kingdom Hearts: Forbidden Fruits

Name: Tremere Wilder Nickname: Trem Age: 19 Gender: Female

Appearance:

Tremere is a svelte girl, standing at 5'4" and weighing only 110 lbs. She has jet black hair that falls to just below her shoulders and wide violet eyes. She has ivory pale skin. She dresses mostly in patterned shirts, weather-appropriate pants, and boots.

Personality: Although being in training since her youth, Tremere never went through the phase in her life where she branched out and opened up to people. She is a kind, caring person, but she is also reserved and shy. She doesn't go out of her way to make conversation. She is friendly with all of her fellow apprentices, and differential to her mentors, but makes little effort to deepen her relationships. She is unerringly loyal to her cause and her team but there's a lack of connection between her and the people around her.She a smart girl, and has shown to have a sense of humor, but has shown to be prone to bouts of sadness bordering on depression. She has a fear of fire. History: Tremere Wilder was born to a lower class family in a big city on the Land of Departure. Her family struggled to get by, but they were close and loved each other dearly. Aside herself and her parents, Trem had two older brothers that protected her on the streets and from the monsters in her closet. Her life, although not easy, was warm and nurturing up until the age of seven. One night while she was staying with a friend for a sleepover, her house burned down and trapped her whole family inside, killing them and leaving the girl an orphan. She jumped around a few different foster homes and other transient placements until she landed in a prestigious boarding school thanks to her maturity and intelligence. She was only enrolled for a short time, however, after the school took a field trip to a museum that praised the Keyblade Society. While she was there, she met one of the masters of the academy, and eventually he brought her to the castle for training. Trem still doesn't know why that master did what he did, but she is grateful.

Keyblade:

Abyssal Edge

~Commands~ Attack: Strike Raid Magic: Reflect, Blizzara Shotlock: Absolute Zero Summon:*** Command Style: Diamond Dust

Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Name: Livet Spiritcutter Race: Human Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Livet is a comely woman despite dwelling outside of the city. She has long brown hair, typically kept braided and coiled around her head to keep it out of her way. She has soft features and large hazel eyes. Livet stands at 5'3" and has a normal build, neither svelte nor bulky; she has no obvious muscle definition other than a taught stomach. Her skin is a delicate alabaster that does not seem to burn or tan in the sun, and displays no obvious scars. If seen without a shirt, colorful tattoos wind up her back and sides, depicting blooming flowers interlaced with diving birds and coiled snakes. Clothing/Armor: Although it was not uncommon for Livet to dress casually in luxurious robes in the comfort of her own home, she now wears more practical attire. She wears a textured navy blue shirt made of padded wool, long sleeved with gold piping and a high fitted collar, and a pair of plain navy blue wool trousers. A brown belt cuts across her waist. Livet wears high black boots, which go over her fitted trousers, and a heavy dark gray velvet cloak with a hood. Weapons: Livet wields an ordinary shortsword. She keeps it sheathed at her right hip, the side opposite her dominant hand. It's attached to her plain belt. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, leaning toward good. Skills/Abilities:

• Shortsword Proficiency: She knows how to use her sword and has before, but her experience is limited.
• First Aid: With her kit, Livet can treat many different types of wounds/maladies. Having survived on her own for a while, she's grown into a skillful healer
• Hunting/Fishing: She has been taught to feed herself in the wilderness, and has for some time.
• Minor Herbology: Livet can recognize and utilize plants with alchemical properties in a forest or tundra environment. This is mostly to supplement her first aid kit.
• Climb: Where Livet grew up/resided there were many rock formations and cliffs. She can climb exceptionally well.
• Survival: She can make shelters, feed herself, and navigate out in the open. She knows how to get safe drinking water and how to keep herself clean and free from unwanted visitors. She can make fire. Livet has basic survival skills.

Magic: Livet is a sorceress, a status she inherited from her mother. She can channel magic through her own innate ability. She has magical energy, which she expends and regains without physical repercussion aside from fatigue. This fatigue can escalate to losing consciousness, but thanks to being genetically built for such use she has never gotten physical injury from her exploits. Livet's ability is specifically that of elemental manipulation. She can channel the elements in different ways of her choosing in varying degrees. She has been able to summon minor elementals in the past, but finds that she has trouble controlling them and avoids it in chaotic settings. Her 'elements' include fire, water/ice, earth, air, electricity, acid, and flora. Because her magic ability is natural, she is not limited to particular spells or spell archetypes. Whatever imagined use of her magic she concocts, she can try to materialize. Livet is a novice sorceress. She can use her magic efficiently, but cannot produce large explosions, call major elementals, or cause other cataclysmic events. She can defend herself with it, but a degree of her success with it comes from the fact that it frightens her normal opponents. Inventory: Livet carries a brown leather satchel across her abdomen that rest on her lower back inside her cape. Certain items are kept in pouches on her belt.

• First Aid kit including several pouches of medicinal herbs, banadages ( 1 large, 1 medium, 2 small), tweezers, small mixing bowl, and a few long pieces of string.
• Water flask
• Three days of rations
• Blanket, kept coiled and strapped to her pack
• Skinning knife, strapped to her belt
• Sewing needle and thread
• Fishing line and three hooks
• A change of small clothes
• Wallet: 12 GP, 3 SP, 7 CP

Backstory: Livet was born to a hermit of a man who resided in the wilderness south of Estermere. He was closer to other, smaller towns than the great city but whenever he had need it was there he traveled. He had lived there for many years since his youth thanks to his cynical world view. He had never grow tired if his isolation, but when a mysterious woman appeared in the forest near his home he gave her refuge eagerly. He assumed he had found someone like himself, but in reality he had just become enthralled by a sorceress. Isadora, as she called herself, moved into his home in the woods without hesitation. She never became a local menace, but rumors did exist about a witch in the woods in some of the nearby villages. It was not long until Livet came along. The sorceress was incredibly pleased, knowing that a female child would carry on her lineage. However, the girl merely existed to Isadora as an extraction of herself, and when she didn't follow exactly in her footsteps, the enchantress no longer favored her. She dumped the child on the her father, and eventually disappeared before the girl's 8th winter. Her father tried hard with the girl, but Livet turned into a handful when she became able to channel magic. They grew distant, even though he cared for her basic needs and taught her how to do it herself. Their lives were peaceful until Livet's 16th winter. Her mother came back, hoping to manipulate the girl into becoming her protege. Having realized long ago that her mother was evil, Livet wanted nothing to do with her plans. The child ended up having to flee her home after her mother tried to kill her. She went north, knowing her mother didn't like the cold. The girl kept moving, stopping in many small towns and villages but never staying long. Her end point was the great, populous city of Estermere. She hoped to disappear within the city's sturdy walls. She knew both the religion of the Light and the general distrust of magic mixed with her mother's flamboyant ways would be the best bet in keeping her safe. She has only just arrived in the city.

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Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

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Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

Magic was kept open, so I assume its alright if I make a magic wielding character, though i understand its supposed to be uncommon. If you don't like her I can change her. And now without further ado Name: Livet Spiritcutter Race: Human Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Livet is a comely woman despite dwelling outside of the city. She has long brown hair, typically kept braided and coiled around her head to keep it out of her way. She has soft features and large hazel eyes. Livet stands at 5'3" and has a normal build, neither svelte nor bulky; she has no obvious muscle definition other than a taught stomach. Her skin is a delicate alabaster that does not seem to burn or tan in the sun, and displays no obvious scars. If seen without a shirt, colorful tattoos wind up her back and sides, depicting blooming flowers interlaced with diving birds and coiled snakes. Clothing/Armor: Although it was not uncommon for Livet to dress casually in luxurious robes in the comfort of her own home, she now wears more practical attire. She wears a textured navy blue shirt made of padded wool, long sleeved with gold piping and a high fitted collar, and a pair of plain navy blue wool trousers. A brown belt cuts across her waist. Livet wears high black boots, which go over her fitted trousers, and a heavy dark gray velvet cloak with a hood. Weapons: Livet wields an ordinary shortsword. She keeps it sheathed at her right hip, the side opposite her dominant hand. It's attached to her plain belt. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, leaning toward good. Skills/Abilities:

• Shortsword Proficiency: She knows how to use her sword and has before, but her experience is limited.
• First Aid: With her kit, Livet can treat many different types of wounds/maladies. Having survived on her own for a while, she's grown into a skillful healer
• Hunting/Fishing: She has been taught to feed herself in the wilderness, and has for some time.
• Minor Herbology: Livet can recognize and utilize plants with alchemical properties in a forest or tundra environment. This is mostly to supplement her first aid kit.
• Climb: Where Livet grew up/resided there were many rock formations and cliffs. She can climb exceptionally well.
• Survival: She can make shelters, feed herself, and navigate out in the open. She knows how to get safe drinking water and how to keep herself clean and free from unwanted visitors. She can make fire. Livet has basic survival skills.

Magic: Livet is a sorceress, a status she inherited from her mother. She can channel magic through her own innate ability. She has magical energy, which she expends and regains without physical repercussion aside from fatigue. This fatigue can escalate to losing consciousness, but thanks to being genetically built for such use she has never gotten physical injury from her exploits. Livet's ability is specifically that of elemental manipulation. She can channel the elements in different ways of her choosing in varying degrees. She has been able to summon minor elementals in the past, but finds that she has trouble controlling them and avoids it in chaotic settings. Her 'elements' include fire, water/ice, earth, air, electricity, acid, and flora. Because her magic ability is natural, she is not limited to particular spells or spell archetypes. Whatever imagined use of her magic she concocts, she can try to materialize. Livet is a novice sorceress. She can use her magic efficiently, but cannot produce large explosions, call major elementals, or cause other cataclysmic events. She can defend herself with it, but a degree of her success with it comes from the fact that it frightens her normal opponents. Inventory: Livet carries a brown leather satchel across her abdomen that rest on her lower back inside her cape. Certain items are kept in pouches on her belt.

• First Aid kit including several pouches of medicinal herbs, banadages ( 1 large, 1 medium, 2 small), tweezers, small mixing bowl, and a few long pieces of string.
• Water flask
• Three days of rations
• Blanket, kept coiled and strapped to her pack
• Skinning knife, strapped to her belt
• Sewing needle and thread
• Fishing line and three hooks
• A change of small clothes
• Wallet: 12 GP, 3 SP, 7 CP

Backstory: Livet was born to a hermit of a man who resided in the wilderness south of Estermere. He was closer to other, smaller towns than the great city but whenever he had need it was there he traveled. He had lived there for many years since his youth thanks to his cynical world view. He had never grow tired if his isolation, but when a mysterious woman appeared in the forest near his home he gave her refuge eagerly. He assumed he had found someone like himself, but in reality he had just become enthralled by a sorceress. Isadora, as she called herself, moved into his home in the woods without hesitation. She never became a local menace, but rumors did exist about a witch in the woods in some of the nearby villages. It was not long until Livet came along. The sorceress was incredibly pleased, knowing that a female child would carry on her lineage. However, the girl merely existed to Isadora as an extraction of herself, and when she didn't follow exactly in her footsteps, the enchantress no longer favored her. She dumped the child on the her father, and eventually disappeared before the girl's 8th winter. Her father tried hard with the girl, but Livet turned into a handful when she became able to channel magic. They grew distant, even though he cared for her basic needs and taught her how to do it herself. Their lives were peaceful until Livet's 16th winter. Her mother came back, hoping to manipulate the girl into becoming her protege. Having realized long ago that her mother was evil, Livet wanted nothing to do with her plans. The child ended up having to flee her home after her mother tried to kill her. She went north, knowing her mother didn't like the cold. The girl kept moving, stopping in many small towns and villages but never staying long. Her end point was the great, populous city of Estermere. She hoped to disappear within the city's sturdy walls. She knew both the religion of the Light and the general distrust of magic mixed with her mother's flamboyant ways would be the best bet in keeping her safe. She has only just arrived in the city.

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Estermere- A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay (Reboot)

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Kingdom Hearts: Forbidden Fruits

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