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3 days ago
Current I mean, some people want to do it for the reason it’s supposed to be for, but it being all but outright mandatory, well.
3 days ago
@Ricky: I never thought about it like that, but it really can be, huh? I checked out the Mormons for a stint, and I can 100% see that being a reason behind them pushing that.
4 days ago
Tricks them into thinking it was their choice, when it was structured for them to fail.
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4 days ago
The Amish doing that strikes me as a psychological way to keep people there. Isolate them > send them out > get culture shock > return to the comfortable rather than figure out a foreign culture.
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4 days ago
Ashifa: Shoving/forcing the religion on someone isn't what Christianity should be about. I'm sorry if/that that's what's going on for you.
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@Arista
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So you know, I’m subscribed to this thread, so you don’t have to tag me every post. I’ll see that it’s there when I check my subs. Would you prefer I tag you when posting?
Thea and Zane stepped through the heavy, wooden doors leading from the castle into the outer garden. She paused just outside, a gentle breeze managing to make its way to her despite the walls and few trees dotting the garden. The breeze brought with it a welcomed chill, warning of the weather to come despite the mild warmth the sun still provided. She inhaled through her nose, relishing the fresh, flowery scents of the dying summer mixed with the crispness of new fall.
Not wanting to waste any more time, she hurried along the cobblestone path weaving its way through flowerbeds growing tall and small groves of trees with magically-thickened leaves. Flowers and bushes added a rainbow of color to the vibrantly green lawn of the garden, the fall’s decay kept at bay within the castle walls by the king’s Mage. The morning sunlight shone down on plants and people alike, making Thea's hair look aflame when it hit her just right. Trotting beside her, Zane’s nose sniffed at the air, and his ears twitched at smells and sounds Thea could only guess at.
The companions hurried to their and Byrce’s usual meeting spot within her home, diverting from the path. As soon as the young oak tree came into view, its form dwarfed by others spaced around it, Thea smiled; Byrce laid, curled into a ball, at the tree’s base in his familiar, large wolf form.
She released her skirts, letting their hems brush lightly against the grass as she stepped toward him. She leaned against the tree beside him and slid down the rough bark, waiting for him show notice of her.
Zane did a quick perimeter check around the tree, sniffing at it and the air before, apparently satisfied, sitting near her feet. His eyes, as dark as Thea's, fell to Byrce, watching him with a mix of caution and excitement.
Elayra scowled and crossed her arms tightly again at his complaint. “Shut up and concentrate, for starters. It’s a type of energy. Think about the shield I had if you need a more concrete visual,” she suggested as Ghent exhaled, her foot tapping lightly against the ground.
She fell silent, watching Ghent. Only the patter of the rain and the rush of a couple cars on the main road filled the morning silence for a moment. Elayra held her breath, not daring to hope he was having any luck. She blinked and uncrossed her arms as she had an idea; if he had difficulties feeling it directly in its plane, perhaps having an active bit of magic in theirs would help him.
With a chill in the air, the first thing that came to mind was the flame. She raised her hand, palm toward the ceiling, and muttered the focus word for it as quietly as she could, the word lost in the whispers of the rain as she tried to avoid breaking his concentration. A small flame burst to life above her palm, and danced about excitedly without Elayra’s mental order.
The flame burned for scarcely a second before Ghent thrust his hand out and nervously mispronounced the focus word.
Elayra sighed heavily and let her hold on the flame drop, expecting nothing to happen with the mispronunciation. But the sound cut off in surprise when the world’s over-eager magic formed a ball of opalescent energy in his palm that would send an excited, untamed tingle over Ghent’s skin.
Her eyes widened when the energy, not fully guided by Ghent, sucked slightly into itself. She dove over the table closest to her, sliding over its top as the energy burst forward in a series of bolts in every direction in front of Ghent, putting him in no danger. She ducked down beneath the table a millisecond before a buzzing stream of the energy shot over her.
The bolts collided with any surface they could, bursting into a faint mist on contact with the concrete and tables and leaving scorch marks in their wake, some sizzling out into the rain until they found something to strike.
Once all the bolts had shot off and the energy died away, Elayra cautiously poked her head up from beneath the table, and her gray gaze locked on Ghent.
Slowly, a grin spread over Elayra’s face. Though it had ended rather disastrously, he had done it. Ghent had accessed magic. Finally, at least something had gone right. Well, sort of.
Rayadell paused at his smile. Though her face never wavered from its nearly unreadable stoic expression, her head cocked slightly as she wondered if, perhaps, this elf had some human blood in him.
She blinked and raised her eyebrows at Calanon’s show of surprise at being offered half the cake. She waited as he scooted closer, her back stiffening slightly at the motion and her gaze flicking once to the staff now laying on the ground beside her, reassuring herself of its existence.
Once he had chosen his half of the cake beneath Rayadell’s ever watchful stare, she took the remaining half, careful to not create more crumbs than necessary as she tore off a smaller piece, biding her time casually until Calanon took the first bite. Only once he had swallowed, was she satisfied enough to pop the small, crumbly piece into her mouth.
As simple as it was, it had been ages since she had had a treat as sweet as the cake. She ate slowly, savoring each sticky bite, ever aware of her companion’s eyes on her. She returned his thanks with a quick nod, keeping one eye on him as he reached for his waterskin. Finishing her portion of the treat after Calanon, a silence falling between them, she brushed her hands off on her cloak, and looked to him.
“Do you wish to take first watch,” she picked up her staff and leaned against it, still kneeling, “or shall I?”
:-O Does it make me a terrible person that I think that’s a flippin’ awesome concept for an antagonist? xD

Okay, so the powers were bound to Earth, and only Earth, but by Pahn giving them a human form, they and their offspring were no longer bound to the Earth alone. Correct?

Eh, there’s nothing to be at fault for here. Either way, we’re on the same boat! :-) I do indeed quite understand.

No hurry. I always take forever, so it would be quite hypocritical of me to get upset about others taking a while to respond, be it to PMs or RPs!

You’re very much welcome! And thank you for being so open to all that. It’s annoying, to say the least, when you put time toward something like that, and have the person you did it for throw it to the wayside, no matter how much you enjoy doing it. So, thanks for the opportunity, and keep up the good work!

Thank you, thank you! :-)
@OfWindAndRain
Ha! That's great. xD
I'm one of those people who doesn't much care for chocolate flavored stuff, but quite loves chocolate, so I'll take your word for it. Sounds quite brilliant though!

And of course, just about everything tastes better when eaten as a midnight snack!
Jazelle’s brows rose fractionally at Priscilla’s reaction, but followed her nonetheless with her armful of fabric, dreading the thought of having to carry the garments all the way back to her room if the trek there would be anything like the walk from the one from her temporary quarters to the dining hall.
What?” Jazelle exclaimed when Priscilla opened the door to reveal a room in place of the hallway. “You couldn’t have done that earlier?” She exhaled heavily as her brows fell irritably and her lips pursed slightly.
“Yeah, okay,” she grumbled to Priscilla’s explanation, most of it going over her head. The last thing she needed was to add ‘dimension manipulation’ to her list of concerns at the moment.
She followed Priscilla inside with a sigh, and kicked the door closed.
The last twenty-four hours had gone from strange, to stranger, to downright weird, but not entirely in a bad way. And she had the feeling that that was not about to change any time soon.



With a poor night’s sleep, a full stomach, and her few things shoved into a rather crude-looking backpack she had slung over a shoulder, Jazelle groggily followed Priscilla to the roof. When the door opened, she blinked in the gloomy morning sunlight, rays fighting to stream through a layer of fog that had risen overnight. A slight chill in the air made Jazelle shiver despite her hoodie. She slipped her hands into the muff to keep them warm, the solid form of her butterfly knife ever in its rightful place.
“Whoever decided mornings were a good idea,” she began through a yawn, “needs to… be…” Her words trailed off as the two stopped on the rooftop and her eyes fully adjusted to the change in light.
The sight of Sunder sitting in a surprisingly familiar-shaped chair, and the guest beside him took her attention’s back-burner the moment she spotted the wyvern sitting on the rooftop. Jazelle’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide, gawking at the creature she had only ever read about in fairy tales or seen as a CGI monster in films.
“Holy…” she drew out the word, and took a slight, curiously cautious step toward the wyvern. Its coppery scales glittered slightly in the dim light as its chest rose and fell with its breath, that movement the only thing setting it apart from a statue.
The woman’s voice snapped Jazelle back to her surroundings. She blinked at the scarred woman, who looked almost as interesting as the wyvern. She took in her appearance with nearly as much interest as she had the two-legged dragon as Sunder answered the woman’s question. Her gaze settled on the scars marring the woman’s face, wondering what—or who—had caused them. She cast a wary glance to the wyvern, considering it as a potential cause.
She looked toward Priscilla as the girl left. Though she had known her only for a short time, and she was not a friend, Priscilla was, at least, closer to her age, and a more familiar, friendly face.
Not wanting to show her discomfort, Jazelle returned the woman’s stare with one that asked, “What?” and did her best to relax her shoulders. When the woman introduced herself, Jazelle only just managed to suppress her amusement at how well the woman’s name fit her mount. At his name, she glanced to Sunder for the first time since arriving on the roof, then snorted at her request to not provoke the wyvern.
“Yeah, no problem.”
Jazelle watched warily as Wyrm skillfully mounted the wyvern, hesitating to get closer.
Sunder gained her attention, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other at his gesture to join Wyrm.
“Seriously?” She gave an exasperated roll of her head at the concept of the students playing pranks on each other. All the same, Jazelle stepped toward the creature that marked the beginning of a journey unlike anything she had ever imagined. “They’ll be scraping my remains off the ceiling by the end of the week,” she mumbled to herself as she closed the distance between herself and Wyrm, casting frequent, watchful glances at Tyro.
She reached up to take Wyrm’s hand, but paused. She looked back toward Sunder, and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Thanks," she began, largely out of cutesy. "For not turning me to stone or something. And, you know, feeding me, and everything,” she added with a bit more sincerity.
With that, she accepted Wyrm’s helping hand. The woman proved herself stronger than she looked, pulling Jazelle into the saddle. The girl took a breath and gripped the front part of the saddle tightly. She looked to the motionless wyvern’s head, simultaneously fearing and admiring the closer view of it.
I’m on a dragon. I’m on the back of a FREAKING. DRAGON! A smile pulled at the corners of her lips, and she bent her head slightly so her blond hair hid her face a bit better.
“Would now be a bad time to mention I’ve never even ridden a horse before?” She readjusted her grip, and looked out at the horizon waiting beyond. She cast a suspicious glance behind her at the woman at the thought at how easy it would be to get pushed off miles above the ground. As much as Sunder seemed to trust the woman, Jazelle was still not entirely sure how much she trusted Sunder.
@Arista

Phew! Sorry for not getting this up yesterday. Ended up getting busier than I expected. Anyway, check out the info on the post above and let me know if you're good with it all! I'll change whatever's necessary. Added an idea for werewolves, but if you aren't up for that, say so! Wanted to get this up, so put it there for now, but I'm more than happy to edit. :-)







Thea sat in the chill of one of the castle rooms, her brown gaze staring impatiently out a clear portion of a narrow, stained glass window. A wolf with a short pelt of black-marked gray laid curled near her feet, his head resting on his paws and eyes half closed. Master Graden—a man Thea enjoyed comparing to a mouse who sniffled every couple sentences, and cleared his throat in the ones between—stood at the front of the small room, droning on about the history of Scientists and Mages. With the rumors of recent sightings of Scientists going around, her mother had thought it wise she be further educated on the matter. Much to Thea’s displeasure.
Outside, beyond the castle’s north wall, a series of trees struggled to compete with the wall's height. Their leaves were a mix of summer’s last green and the fiery colors of fall. A gentle breeze kissed the tops of the trees, making them sway just enough for Thea to notice over the distance.
Her impatience turned to longing as she glanced to the sky to judge the time. It had been months since she had seen her best friend, Byrce, and now, at long last, they were to meet in the castle garden, in their usual spot. But Master Graden had gone off on yet another off-topic rant, further extending his lesson.
“Forgive me, Master Graden,” she began as he sniffled for the umpteenth time. The wolf raised his head at the sound of her voice, his ears twitching as he looked up to her.
Confusion crossed Master Graden’s face at his interrupted thought as he looked to her, his graying hair glistening slightly in the light from the window from the amount of grease he used to keep it in place.
Thea stood casually, her palms on the carved table in front of her and the sleeves of her emerald, floor-length dress draping downward.
The wolf, Zane, got to his feet with a yawn.
“I appreciate the time you’ve set apart for this,” she lied, “but it really was scheduled for a poor day. I have a previous engagement I must attend to.” She stepped toward the door, her eyes and fake smile still on Graden. “Tomorrow would be a more suitable day.” But never would be ideal, she added to herself.
“But your mother—”
“Will understand, I’m sure.”
Father, on the other hand… She hurried to the heavy door and pulled it open enough for her and Zane to walk through side-by-side. Her father’s inevitable lecture for cutting the mousy man off early would be worth it.
“Until the morrow, Master Graden!” she called as the man sniffled and opened his mouth, his eyes wrinkled in irritation.
Before he could protest, Thea shut the door behind her and the wolf, and hurried down the hall, gripping her skirts to keep from tripping on it. Once she thought she was a safe distance away to avoid him seeing her when he left, she stopped and looked to the wolf.
Zane looked up to her questioningly, a long-healed scar marring his snout, and she grinned.
“Let’s see if Byrce is here yet, shall we?” She reached down and rubbed his head, before hurrying down the halls, her speed this time fueled by hopeful excitement.
Zane easily kept up, running beside her on quiet feet. As they neared a bend in the hall, his ears flattened against his head, and he growled softly as he took a slight lead.
“Zane!” She drew out his name with a roll of her eyes, trying to regain a position at the front. “It’s probably just one of the—”
Before she could finish, she turned the corner at the same time as her eldest brother, Cedric, nearly running into him. Thankfully, with a surprised shout, she managed to nimbly avoid him, her body twisting just enough to prevent a collision as he skidded to a halt.
Unlike Thea with her mother’s heart-shaped face and fiery-red hair, the front tied up in an elegant braid wrapped around her head, Cedric was the spitting image of their father. He kept his wavy brown hair short. He had a strong, oval face that was, at least according to him, handsome, sporting a bit of stubble. The only feature that may make onlookers guess the two were related were their dark eyes.
“Cedric!” Thea placed a hand theatrically over her heart, and gave an exaggerated sigh as Zane hunched down slightly beside her, growling. “You really should watch where you’re going,” she teased with a smile.
Cedric glared down at her, his tallness only making her look that much shorter. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting a lesson this afternoon?” he snapped, his bushy eyebrows raising. Dressed in armor no doubt for a sparring session with the knights, he rested a hand leisurely on the hilt of the sword hanging around his waist. He turned his glare toward the wolf as it moved protectively closer to Thea.
“Aren’t you late for sparring practice?” she taunted, raising one eyebrow and reaching down to stroke Zane’s neck to try calming him.
Cedric snorted. “Off to see your little dog friend, I take it? I heard he was here.” He jerked his head toward the hall behind him. “Heading to the garden, I believe.”
Thea’s face lit up. Byrce had made it.
“You’re more dog than he is, Cedric!” Thea responded lightly.
He crossed his arms as Thea gathered part of her skirt once more, and hurried around him. “Why don’t you two just marry and be done with it?”
She laughed and turned, grinning and walking backwards a few prancing steps as she called back to him. “You’re just jealous I actually have a real friend!”
With that, she and Zane raced down the corridor toward the outer castle gardens, leaving Cedric standing alone with a dark scowl on his face.




Full Name: Thea Rose Althane

Age: 20. Kidnapped at 19

Missing For: Thirteen months

Race: Technically still a human.

Heritage: The daughter of the current rulers of Altreiah. The Althanes have been the rulers here since its founding after the Sage Wars nearly two centuries past. There is a proud family rumor that mage blood runs in the Althane line, but evidence of that has not surfaced for a few generations, making one question the validity of it. However, the truth of it is what makes Thea one of the only people compatible with she Sage Scientists’ experiments. Her line has the blood of Scientists, Mages, and humans in it in equal parts with her generation.

General Appearance: With her mother’s lengthy red hair, and her father’s brown eyes, Thea is certainly no eyesore. She is of a petite build, often described as “delicate” by those of the castle, though never to her face when she was around, lest they face her ire. She is a bit on the short side, standing at only about 5’3”. Since the experiments, her pupils are bronze, flecks of gold glitter in her dark irises, and in the right light, a faint opalescent haze can be seen over their entirety. Though she once had a rather lovely light tan, she has grown rather pale from everything that has happened to her, plus a lack of sunlight for the past thirteen months. She has dark circles under her eyes because of an inability to get any decent amount of sleep, and her cheeks are a bit sunken, but with time and proper care, that can right itself. Though she was not exactly starved, she does look rather emaciated. Her fingernails also tend to grow long and strong… on her right hand, at least.

Distinguishing Marks: Areas of her body are covered with a type of organic (and thus non-magnetic) metal that has replaced the skin that once grew there. Though their shape varies depending on where they are, contouring to her less like the armor they have the appearance of, and more like an extra layer of skin, the metal’s colors constantly consist of a mix of gold, and various shades of bronze no matter where it’s found. Because of the magic involved with the metal’s creation and infusing it with a living being, it is coated with an opalescent sheen that glimmers in just the right light. This metal is always the same temperature as the un-metalized skin. Despite no visible joints to indicate ease of movement with the various pieces of metal, it moves with her muscles and the contours of her body as if it was her own skin, despite its hardness. It makes scarcely a whisper of a sound if it rubs together, but acts just like extra strong, metal armor in combat or any other situation. It adds very little bulk to her body, but is still shockingly durable. Only a close inspection will show that there is nothing external keeping it attached, and it is possible to see where it merges with her skin where the pieces meet it, with only a millimeter or so of a difference between the metal and the skin it seems to be resting on. Because it has replaced the skin, not just covered it, if it is damaged or removed, it will mend itself, completely regrowing if necessary. This mending process takes less time than if it was skin, quickened by magic residue. Lastly, she does not have the sense of touch where the metal has replaced her skin. She can tell when something is touching them in a kind of “sixth sense” way, but she cannot feel textures or temperatures that are not extreme enough to penetrate the metal.
Where It’s At: 1. A series of plates coat the right side of her upper body from just below her rib cage downward. These extend from the center of her stomach, including half of her navel, to her spine. These plates extend to cover the outside of her thigh before connecting with #2. 2. A couple pieces of the metal encompass the bottom half of her right kneecap and extend about six inches down her calf, much like a seamless, unfinished greave. 3. Her entire left arm, extending up to her neckline. It, like with the rest of the metal’s placement, has an elegant air about it, giving it the illusion of normal, albeit ostentatious, armor from a distance. Multiple overlapping plates go from her neck to near her armpit, where they surround her entire upper arm, reminiscent of a rerebrace. The plates turn into a form-fitting vambrace below her elbow, then what looks like a gauntlet, covering her entire hand. The gauntlet area forms to each knuckle and tendon, making it look, well, like a metal hand. At the center of the palm is a flat crystal formed into a smooth circle about the size of a quarter, its edges flawlessly in line with the flexible metal covering her palm. It, like the organic metal, moves akin to skin. Crystalline veins snake out from it, following and acting as what were once her flexion creases. 4. A good portion of her left leg. It starts at about mid-thigh (think like a cuisse, for a reference point, only completely surrounding the leg), where it connects to a similar setup as her right leg, only it extends down to her ankle and spreads about an inch over the top of her foot where it visibly merges with the skin.

Clothes Wear: When a resident of the castle, she was commonly seen in elegant dresses with draping sleeves. But now, she really does not much care. Anything is better than the nightgown she escaped in. Clothes are clothes. They’re the least of her problems.

The Experiments: Without getting into the more… gruesome details, they first tested her compatibility by using a thick, liquid-like substance equal parts lab-creation, organic materials, and magic that they injected her with, a test Thea was the first—and, so far, only—person to survive. Because of the how, what, and where, the results of the concoction was a stronger bone density, and thus a significantly heavier bone structure. With the said success, they began creating the “living” metal plates to specifically fit her, a process that only the Sages—one Scientist, one Mage—who worked on her had managed to find the final key of proper combination for. Though difficult and taxing to create, the necessity of it drove them onward, fusing them with Thea’s body to create the perfect mix of science, magic, and neutral (human/ordinary) energy. They attached these plates with a mix of science and magic that falls under those “gruesome details.”

The Experiment’s Physical Affects: The Good/Strengths: 1. Enhanced Bone Density. This means it is far difficult, leaning toward impossible, for her to break her bones. 2. Strength. When her bone density was altered, her muscles were forced to adapt quickly. Though still working on fully adapting, she already has an uncanny amount of strength that only continues to grow. 3. Enhanced Perception. Though not an extreme enhancement, she can pick out patterns, and her mind is a bit sharper in general, giving her something close to, but not quite, an eidetic memory, and allowing her to take in her surroundings at a quicker rate. 4. Heightened Senses. Again, not by a lot, but enough to be superior to a human’s. This includes a bit better eyesight at night, which has a bit to do with frequently being in the dark. Magic-Related Abilities. Discussed further below.
The Bad/Weaknesses: 1. Extra Weight. And I don’t mean a couple pounds in flab. With increased bone density comes excessive weight, and, though the metal on her body is relatively light, it still adds a few pounds on top of the hefty weight gain to her skeletal structure. 2. She’s Slow. Though she can be fairly quick when she needs to be, speed is not something on her side with all the extra weight, and the pain she’s in. Outrunning anything more than a caffeinated snail is pretty much out of the question. 3. Low Stamina. Her body has not gotten the chance to come anywhere near adjusting to all the changes it has undergone. Because her body is putting most of its energy toward figuring what the heck to do with everything, and what needs to take priority, her energy depletes quickly. If she does run, she can’t do it for long. Simply moving as most people do is taxing in and of itself. 4. Constant Pain. Though her body is capable of accepting the changes without her dying, it has no idea how to react to it all. Because of the compatibility test, the very marrow of her bones and her muscles ache, while the areas covered by and immediately surrounding the organic metal usually feels something between an irritating prickle and like someone is skinning it with a heated blade depending on the day and how long she has had it for. She still cannot support all her weight on her left arm without it sending a shooting pain down it. Basically, she has pain signals firing off 24-7. She only hopes that, without further experiments going on with her escape, that will all fade once her body has the chance to adjust. 5. Amnesia. Because of everything, she’s also a bit messed up in the head, and not just emotionally or personality-wise. Her memories of anything prior to the compatibility test are virtually non-existent, leaving only something like the bitter aftertaste that lingers in the mouth after smelling a familiar smell that you can’t quite place. She gets feelings and jumbled pictures when she encounters something vaguely familiar, but only sometimes. She doesn’t even remember her own name. There’s no way to know if she can ever fully get her memories back, and she is not entirely sure she wants them back. 6. Slower Healing. With her body’s focus a bit of everywhere, her normal healing capabilities are a bit slowed, outside the regenerative abilities of the organic metal. Not by a whole lot, but enough to be noticeable and annoying, to say the least.

Abilities Non-magic: She can hold her breath for a long time, thanks to many days spent in the lake and river not far from the castle she called home. For other physical abilities, refer to the section above.
Magic Abilities (Experiment-Induced): Power Bursts: She can shoot bursts of energy. Stronger when using her left arm, and with strong emotions. Energy Blades: Thea can summon swords made of swirling, opalescent energy that work like tangible swords. Once formed, she cannot change their shape, the left one is always stronger than the right, and they can only handle so many hefty hits before “shattering,” the number only as high as Thea’s overall stamina; each hit uses her energy reserves to maintain their existence, reserves that are not very high to begin with. Currently, this is an undiscovered ability. Energy Absorption and Diversion: Left-handed, she is capable of absorbing energy—magically or scientifically created, such as electricity—and either using it to slightly strengthen a single power burst or divert it elsewhere. She can also choose to do neither, but if she holds it for too long or absorbs too much, it could burn her out. Right-handed, she can catch it, but it is risky, and could do her more harm than good. She has not discovered this power yet, but the capability is there. Science Cancelation: Couldn’t think of a better term for this in the moment. Because of the aura that radiates from her, some things powered by science don’t work properly—if at all—around her.

Weaknesses: (See the above section “The Experiment’s Physical Affects” under “The Bad” for further weaknesses.) The Mage: The Sage Mage who had a hand in the experiments. Because his magic helped create her and aided in preventing her from dying, she cannot counter it, and is extremely susceptible to it, deeming her practically useless against him. The Scientist: The Sage Scientist involved in her experiments. The aura that blocks some science aspects does not work with anything he uses or has created, as if his own aura blocks out her nullifying effect on gadgets. He also has a full-proof way of bringing her down, if she turned on him: an implant of sorts that could bring her to her knees in an instant at the push of a button he keeps hidden on him at all times in an easily accessible place. However, he has to be within close range to use it. Herself: She is one of her own worst enemies, from her terror of Scientists and Mages (rebel or otherwise) conflicting with her desire to stop the wretches, to her fear and hatred of what she has been turned into—and is the process of becoming becoming.

Weapons: Her strength, power bursts, and energy blades.

Personality: Before Kidnapping: She was always a feisty, strong-willed, and adventurous girl, who seemed to not have a care in the world, even when her eyes showed otherwise. Thea was once very animated, and had the bad habit of always speaking her mind and not bothering to hide her feelings, even on those occasions when courtesy dictated she should have. She was compassionate, especially toward animals, and could never not help a wounded animal—or person—even if it may have put herself at risk.
After Kidnapping: Thea’s sense of adventure and her carefree nature have been brutally stolen from her. All she cares about is survival, and escaping her pain. She is extremely paranoid and jumpy, unsure who to trust since she never saw the Sages’ faces, and anyone could be one of them or their men hunting her down to bring her back. She often seems to be irate with a quick temper, and can be quite mouthy, thanks in part to the constant pain she is in. However, she is also skittish, and either shies away from or automatically becomes defensive with any form of physical contact with people, since really the only bit of that she remembers involves no small amount of pain. She has also lost a good deal of her compassion, which scares her thanks to the faint feelings of who she was that remain, worrying only about herself. She has to do what she has to do to survive and avoid meeting her Sages again. Ultimately, she has become a mere shadow of who she once was.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Subconsciously rubs her left arm. Fingers her pendant when wearing it, which she has not done since hiding it so the Sages would not take it away. Is a lip-biter. Tags: Startles at any sudden sounds, as if it might be the Sages or their guards. After escaping, never takes off her necklace, as described below. Is a bit clumsy.

Fears: Losing what little remains of who she was before the experiments. Of losing the remainder of her humanity… at least, she thinks she was human, but for all she remembers, she could be a lake monster in disguise. Of never regaining her full memories. Of regaining her full memories. Being recaptured. Scientists and Mages, especially the Sages who worked on her. Small spaces, especially if secluded or underground. What her captors planned on doing with her and her abilities.

Family: Parents: King Elyon (recently deceased) and Queen Sibyl.
Siblings: Cedric (23, recently ascended to the throne) and Asher (17).

Cherished Object: A necklace gifted her by her father. It is of a blue stone that makes her think of the sea set in silver wire. He said it was an heirloom passed down from generation to generation, going to the firstborn female child in the family. Since he had no sisters, as the eldest, it went to him. He gave it to Thea on her eighteenth birthday. She managed to keep this hidden for the last year, tucked away in a makeshift pocket in her nightdress. Though she could not fully remember why it had value to her, she still remembered that it did, making it the only thing still connecting her with who she was before the Sages got to her.

Other: First, even her aura is a bit altered, having a fluctuating, almost electric feel to it to those who can sense such a thing, as if it can’t make up its mind whether it belongs to a human, magic being, or science experiment. Second, she has a wolf companion named Zane. When she was sixteen, she found him as a pup, wounded and abandoned. She nursed him back to health, and he refused to leave her side, becoming a fierce friend and protector. He has a sleek pelt, with fur that is mostly gray with black markings. To this day, he has a scar on his snout where fur will not grow.

Short Bio: Though both her parents were always affectionate to both her and her brothers, being the only Althane princess, Thea’s father tended to dote upon her growing up. He was always a little extra protective of her, and enjoyed spoiling her a bit, a fact she has always suspected her elder brother, Cedric, was jealous of. Unlike many other royal families who married off their daughters at young ages for the sake of ensuring treaties, in their relative time of peace, it was found, to both her and the king’s delight, rather unnecessary, allowing her the uncommon freedom of remaining unwed outside her own terms.
Despite being spoiled in her youth, Thea never much cared about material things, and loved following her family around, especially Cedric, though it annoyed him to no end. She was always a fun-loving, mischievous child, whom all the castle’s servants knew well, some of whom she would shadow nearly as often as she did Cedric and Elyon.
When she was five, the rumor of werewolves in their kingdom made its way to the royal city. Panicked, the people began to hunt them, and thus the werewolves retaliated for their sake, the monarchy of the race threatening to declare war on the kingdom should their people continue to be slaughtered.
To prevent going to war with the race, King Elyon proposed a peace treaty. He invited the werewolf royals and as many of their most trusted men as they thought necessary to bring to a feast as a show of his desire to work with, not against, them.
It’s there, at the feast and during the signing of the treaty, that Thea met a child around her age, the child of the king and queen of werewolves: Byrce. The two became fast friends—at least, she thought so, whether he agreed with that or not—and spent the time the werewolves were there together.
Thankfully, the treaty went well, and both parties parted knowing they had made a new ally. The king declared the hunting of werewolves forbidden, turning it into a crime punishable by either exile or death, as determined by the werewolf and Altreiah’s kings.
As the years passed, Thea and Byrce’s friendship only grew, strengthening when she happened to be present for his first transformation into a wolf.
Though King Elyon was a bit wary about their relationship at first, he slowly began to trust the boy, allowing him and his parents to come and go as they pleased. However, he still always demanded Thea inform him when she was with Byrce, still a bit unnerved by the thought of her being out, alone, with a werewolf, regardless of the treaty.
Sadly, even without her father’s disapproval, duties and classes began to keep the two apart more and more frequently, making Thea cherish those precious times when they could sneak away to meet that much more.
When she was sixteen, using a secret exit in the back garden she had found when she was younger, a passage she was sure was long since forgotten judging by its state, she snuck out of the castle to meet with Byrce without having to worry about getting an earful on being careful, or talk him out of sending a knight with her for her protection.
Before she could meet up with him, she found a small wolf pup, abandoned with a broken leg and a long, bleeding cut on its snout. With the pup carefully wrapped in her skirts, she hurried back to the castle to tend to the poor creature. She nursed the pup back to health, refusing to leave it until he had recovered.
When the pup was well, he, in turn, refused to not be by her side. Though she tried once to return him to the wild, the pup, whom she decided to name, would not leave. He became her companion, and was never seen far from her. If he was around, you knew Thea was somewhere in the room with him. He took on the role of a friend and protector. Though it took him a while to warm up to Byrce, in the end, Zane did, joining them whenever they were together.
For the two years following, they continued to live in a relative peace. But then, rumors spread of people vanishing, only to turn up dead, if at all, with evidence that suggested the scientists had begun to resurface. Many kingdoms and mages banded together to try hunting down whoever was taking their people, to put an end to the scientists they had believed had been wiped out.
Then, when Thea was nineteen, the unthinkable happened. A few months had gone by without hearing anything out of the usual on the Scientist front, but still, the king had enacted the order that Thea remained in the bounds of the castle. But, of course, she did not listen, and was captured while with Byrce.
She had no way of telling how long she was held captive for, her time there filled with anguish and agony, separated from even the sight of the sun, but it felt like an eternity. Until, at long last, she managed to escape the clutches of the Sages… for now, at least.
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