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> Mastrix's "I am better than all of you" attitude and the fact that for some reason she keeps referring to everyone as mortals is rather cute. Cute as in I'm going to enjoy giving her a reality check. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. 

*Almost gets stabbed.* Don't tell me what to d- *Gets stabbed.* -what to do!

Ah, a man seeking the knowledge of the mages of old a thing she could respect, fear and hate. Even looking back in time in the scars she could see petty mage politics come into play, constant betrayal over the simplest of things, one of them being the access to knowledge. Indeed time taken to do your own experiments on things already discovered was time lost doing other things. Still that mage already had a spell book so there was no doubt in her mind: Considering he'd allow them all to read at the library this mage would either back stab them or was looking for something so precise that the rest of the library was a triviality to him. Either way they stood to gain much less than this man. The voice behind them all interrupted her thoughts, much to her annoyance. "Fresh meat!" Getting up from her chair she found herself glad to have an archer to silence the ceaseless blable of the bandit chief and as soon as she was on her feet Mastrix moved on to extend her free hand and unleash a torrent of unnatural fire. She had to admit this wasn't her cup of tea, people everywhere and encircled, she had gotten careless to be in this situation first. It was however remarkable how Mastrix was NOT a team player and that only a few seconds into the fight almost the entire village was on fire, something that left very little room to maneuver for non ranged allies. She turned around when she heard someone fall down behind her, only to hear the male elf gloat. She sneered at him behind her mask only to hear a distinctive schunk. Lowering her gaze she saw her torso had been hit by an arrow. A second later a second and third hit her in her stomach and shoulder. She definetly did not enjoy this 'Team' concept, but probably not as much as the looter she had cursed with her pain and let go from the scar a week back that now suffered her wounds. She kept moving as not to be sitting duck and passed in front of the elf as he was drawing another arrow. "Stop flapping your gums and just kill more people, elf, I eat scum like this for breakfast." More literal than he would know, that's for sure. Still, Mastrix limped away, removing an arrow, clenching her teeth as she did. Before disappearing behind a building she had set on fire however she gave one long look to an archer, whispering under her breath and soon enough, he fell on the ground from the pain of having 3 arrows stuck in him, almost instantly making Mastrix feel better. She removed a second arrow without any technique, making the wound even bigger and nastier but as it was already beginning to close itself, she hardly cared.

> Hehe forest hippies 


The elfling was walking to her! By the ancients, were these ears even real? The she-elf probably had bones in them to keep them up like so. Like chickens. Elf ears would most certainly make a nice snack. But no matter, what did she want? No matter how braced Mastrix had put herself for social interaction, she was still surprised and caught off guard when Darthalia spoke. Getting up and jumping backward, pushing the chair she was sitting on the ground and placing her staff in combat position. There was a silence for a few seconds. Mastrix heard one of the men around the fire with her snort. Of course, she had been jittery ever since she had been there, each time someone spoke to her and the fools did try! Still, the question, ah yes, a question. She gathered her thoughts and went to a less defensive posture, trying to use the magnificence of her armor to support her. She cleared her throat and... "Uh... Y-yeah. This is... Misala." FUUUUCK, this wasn't what she meant to say at all! She was a good actor, well, when she spoke to people and that was... 12 years ago, damn. She heard the guys next to her giggle. Taking a deep respiration, something making her sound like a monster from the Scars as the air went through the openings of her masks, she slowly turned her head toward the men, the fire's intensity diminishing as Mastrix controlled her desire to make it explode. She whispered. "Don't laugh at me." These softly spoken words however had nothing comedic to them and the silence was instantaneous. She began to relax and the fire to go to normal. Well, that was that. Placing a hand on the chair to sit back down Mastrix stropped and shook it a little. Faaaack. This chair must have spent a decade to face the elements outside and with Mastrix pushing it backward only so little it was about to break. Moving back a little she kicked the rickety old thing in the fire. Now she'd have to sit on the ground. Noticing that however one of the men she had spent about an hour now, moved on the tipped over log he was sitting on to make a spot. Mastrix looked at the invitation of moving 5 feets to the side and sit. She decided to rather sit on the ground where she was. The man raised an eyebrow. "Ooooook. Suit yourself. Do you want a spot lady?" He turned his offer to Darthalia.

Mastrix considered how awkward this whole situation was as she was sitting on a chair next to a fire she made in the middle of the village. Some people had even decided to sit next to her without asking! Foolish mortals, she should eat their livers. She had it good for the last few days, the bandits pillaging the land had been easy prey and what they stole from the villages around she was happy to steal for herself. Real food and water from a river were nothing like in the Scars! Somehow however it didn't make her want to live like these people as much as it made her hate them more. They had it so good, the farmers, the paladins that would collect taxes from them, different from the bandits only by the veil of legality behind them. She was thinking about this when she stepped in this apparently abandoned village and had been surprised by the arrival of people. She had hid by clinging to the ceiling of a small house for hours until she tried to get out. She had turned around to see some guy taking a piss looking at her and saying 'hi'. There was too many people around, she couldn't just immolate him to death so she didn't react. 'Mage uh? I hope that contract works out'. And to that she had just answered an hesitant 'Yeah'. When the guy told her he and his mates had killed a boar on the way here and asked if she wanted some she accepted. Her guts told her it was ok, that she could just get away after a nice meal and she had learned to trust her guts with her life. She saw 2 elves entering the village from different openings. Looking at them Mastrix clenched her staff and hugged her most prized possession close to her while eying them under her Warlock mask. Damn forest hippies, the only thing she knew about them was their annoying ability to detect her magic, not that they couldn't guess from her own appearance. That was because her fire was a fire that consumed the earth, that left nothing to grow for the next 10 generations, a fire that curses the land. The tree huggers knew of nature enough to know those things in their guts. She couldn't help but look at them with a rising sentiment of jealousy, their looks, their health. It was unfair. Without realizing it, she was now looking extremely intensely at Darthalia, probably not the most endearing look considering her armor was made of bones sculpted to represent some man eating beast or another.

 **Name:** Mastrix of the Scar **Race:** Human **Age:** 19 ** Alignment:** Rogue Mage **Personality:** - She hates the paladin, considering them responsible for all that is wrong in the world, blaming them for her life of misery that could have been spent ruling like a divinity back in the days of old where magic was a benediction and not a curse, they were no worthy enemies but rather theft that use their own form of magic against the rightful owners of the world. She holds very little respect for normal people, silent spectators destined to be ruled by an overlord or another and as for other mages, until proven otherwise they are cowards without an ounce of ambition. Her world is that of hate and despise but still even with her fancy armor on, she remembers that the paladins crushed them long ago and that she is still a kid sucking humidity of wall and eating insects to survive while the bastards eat meat and drink fresh water in their castles and so she never underestimates an enemy. **Bio:** Nothing is left of her childhood as she was raised in a community of wandering mages that refused to bow down to the Paladins until they were exterminated by a raid. She fled in the wilderness being only 7 years old but already before her parents died, the mages could tell there was something wrong going on with her. Some said her parents traded her soul for powers with a demon, that she contacted one herself, being a rather impressive caster at a young age or that in her dream world one linked himself with her, but still even if she was mostly an unruly kid throwing tantrums all the time, she still had surprising moments of lucidity or 'Hunches' allowing her to find ways to survive in the wild. Eventually she found that the best way to survive the onslaught of paladins hunting for her kind was to hide where it was too dangerous for them to hunt her. The scars proved to be, against all odds, the place where she grew. She found there ancient things and fed on the few mushrooms and herbs growing in dank caves, until one of her 'hunches' led her to a corpse. An ancient nameless mage that died long ago but that still held on its corpse its possessions. Another corpse to loot for her but as she gazed into the past to watch what happened to him she found one of the lords of old, a mage of great power that had fought the Paladins and in this she found, as a silent observer, some inspiration. There had to be more to life than eating moss and ambushing adventurers, no? Despite being a bony, borderline anorexic survivor of a inhospitable land, she done the armor she found and began to imitate this man from long ago. **Initial spells/techniques: ** - Eldritch Fire: A fire that slowly burns living things, making a large amount of smoke, is actually painless but will still slowly melt the flesh anyway and cripple or disfigure you. Land where this fire has burned may no longer bare life again and where large patch of land have been destroyed, attacks from beasts of the Scars are much more frequent. - Curse: A slow and perverse thing, Mastrix can link herself to another mortal and force her wounds away on him. She still receives the initial wound and if mortal, it will kill her, but otherwise she will heal at an increased rate by making the cursed one slowly die. Paladins may use negation magic to make her suffer through the link but the effects will be felt by both parties. Considering Mastrix doesn't have the constitution of a Paladin however she prefers not to abuse of this ability with them as most likely she'd die before the paladin gives up. - Echo from the past: Some double sight of sort, with some concentration Mastrix can have some visions of before, although this isn't always done of her own volition. This can provide insight on secret passages or secrets thought to be lost. She however will never get used to most of the ancient mages having magic to detect divination and invisible spectators that occasionally, despite being dead for so long, notice her. **Skills: ** - Eidetic Memory: Mastrix has an almost perfect memory and remembers each and every rocks of the Scar she lives in, each words that were ever spoken to her. This means that she also has a knack for imitating basic spells and remembering their casting. - Inhabitant of the Scar: Generally deadly environment where 36 things can kill you only in the immediate square meter next to you? What people would call an hostile environment where no man can set foot is the definition of home for her and in the Scars she lives as easily as a paladin would live in his castle. The reverse however isn't as true. - Omnivorous Cannibal: Sucking the humidity out of a mole in a dank cave or eating another human are only normal for her and while this may seem like obscene to others, she is still proud of her ability to survive in the most barren wasteland. Her ability to see a disemboweled human and feel hunger also means that very little in the way of gore and violence can phase her. - Lost knowledge: Seeing visions of the past and stumbling on old spell books and scrolls in the scars made her a veritable library of knowledge thought lost forever . ** Combat strategy:** - She will lure her opponents in dangerous places, corner them to then slowly immolate them and when they are at their weakest, she'll link herself with them watching them slowly die and all of this as much as possible without revealing herself. Like most mages of old, she can't defend herself for crap in close combat and will try to avoid it at all cost. Still, she likes to 'extend the pleasure' and isolate her target, making it die slowly and gloat in the shadows. Afterward it isn't rare for her to eat their heart, believing that the nature of paladin mana allows her to expend on her own mana pool by consuming the seat of a paladin's power. Ki-Tan users are a delight for her she'll get out of her way to consume. **Unique equipment:** - Ring of the Master: A simple ring of silver that gives her limited control over some of the beasts in the Scars. It doesn't allow her to give order as much as it allows her to lure the monsters in a certain direction, leaving their murderous ways do the rest. - Staff of Twilight: Those with knowledge in the ancient mages will remember this focus coming from a mage of incredible power that with its armies and magic carved the very land. An artifact thought to be lost in the destruction of the mage that would be no means befit a neophyte like Mastrix. - Bone Armor: An enchanted armor giving the wearer practical immunity from fire and also an intimidating stature. Still, the armor is made to make the wearer imposing and protect a mage in a duel against other magic users and while it can somewhat protect against a paladin's magic, it's too light to give practical protection against physical blows.

> And the IC has started people. For the two veterans who took part in the previous iterations, trust me, this going to be quite different. > > @Wernher: Much, much better, though because she starts with such advanced equipment, maybe make it so she initially does not know how to use it well, so she gradually masters their full power over time? As a side note, a certain important Luminite NPC really, REALLY hates curses. So, as long as Mastrix needs to actually learn to use her very advanced equipment, it can be powerful. After all, just because she found it, it doesn't mean she knows how they were used. Alright deal.

 I have no idea how the coding works. What. the. fuck. Well crap, here's a revised version, now with even more confused punctuation and structure. ________________________________________  **Name:** Mastrix of the Scar **Race:** Human **Age:** 19 ** Alignment:** Rogue Mage **Personality:** - She hates the paladin, considering them responsible for all that is wrong in the world, blaming them for her life of misery that could have been spent ruling like a divinity back in the days of old where magic was a benediction and not a curse, they were no worthy enemies but rather theft that use their own form of magic against the rightful owners of the world. She holds very little respect for normal people, silent spectators destined to be ruled by an overlord or another and as for other mages, until proven otherwise they are cowards without an ounce of ambition. Her world is that of hate and despise but still even with her fancy armor on, she remembers that the paladins crushed them long ago and that she is still a kid sucking humidity of wall and eating insects to survive while the bastards eat meat and drink fresh water in their castles and so she never underestimates an enemy. **Bio:** Nothing is left of her childhood as she was raised in a community of wandering mages that refused to bow down to the Paladins until they were exterminated by a raid. She fled in the wilderness being only 7 years old but already before her parents died, the mages could tell there was something wrong going on with her. Some said her parents traded her soul for powers with a demon, that she contacted one herself, being a rather impressive caster at a young age or that in her dream world one linked himself with her, but still even if she was mostly an unruly kid throwing tantrums all the time, she still had surprising moments of lucidity or 'Hunches' allowing her to find ways to survive in the wild. Eventually she found that the best way to survive the onslaught of paladins hunting for her kind was to hide where it was too dangerous for them to hunt her. The scars proved to be, against all odds, the place where she grew. She found there ancient things and fed on the few mushrooms and herbs growing in dank caves, until one of her 'hunches' led her to a corpse. An ancient nameless mage that died long ago but that still held on its corpse its possessions. Another corpse to loot for her but as she gazed into the past to watch what happened to him she found one of the lords of old, a mage of great power that had fought the Paladins and in this she found, as a silent observer, some inspiration. There had to be more to life than eating moss and ambushing adventurers, no? Despite being a bony, borderline anorexic survivor of a inhospitable land, she done the armor she found and began to imitate this man from long ago. **Initial spells/techniques: ** - Eldritch Fire: A fire that slowly burns living things, making a large amount of smoke, is actually painless but will still slowly melt the flesh anyway and cripple or disfigure you. Land where this fire has burned may no longer bare life again and where large patch of land have been destroyed, attacks from beasts of the Scars are much more frequent. - Curse: A slow and perverse thing, Mastrix can link herself to another mortal and force her wounds away on him. She still receives the initial wound and if mortal, it will kill her, but otherwise she will heal at an increased rate by making the cursed one slowly die. Paladins may use negation magic to make her suffer through the link but the effects will be felt by both parties. Considering Mastrix doesn't have the constitution of a Paladin however she prefers not to abuse of this ability with them as most likely she'd die before the paladin gives up. - Echo from the past: Some double sight of sort, with some concentration Mastrix can have some visions of before, although this isn't always done of her own volition. This can provide insight on secret passages or secrets thought to be lost. She however will never get used to most of the ancient mages having magic to detect divination and invisible spectators that occasionally, despite being dead for so long, notice her. **Skills: ** - Eidetic Memory: Mastrix has an almost perfect memory and remembers each and every rocks of the Scar she lives in, each words that were ever spoken to her. This means that she also has a knack for imitating basic spells and remembering their casting. - Inhabitant of the Scar: Generally deadly environment where 36 things can kill you only in the immediate square meter next to you? What people would call an hostile environment where no man can set foot is the definition of home for her and in the Scars she lives as easily as a paladin would live in his castle. The reverse however isn't as true. - Omnivorous Cannibal: Sucking the humidity out of a mole in a dank cave or eating another human are only normal for her and while this may seem like obscene to others, she is still proud of her ability to survive in the most barren wasteland. Her ability to see a disemboweled human and feel hunger also means that very little in the way of gore and violence can phase her. - Lost knowledge: Seeing visions of the past and stumbling on old spell books and scrolls in the scars made her a veritable library of knowledge thought lost forever . ** Combat strategy:** - She will lure her opponents in dangerous places, corner them to then slowly immolate them and when they are at their weakest, she'll link herself with them watching them slowly die and all of this as much as possible without revealing herself. Like most mages of old, she can't defend herself for crap in close combat and will try to avoid it at all cost. Still, she likes to 'extend the pleasure' and isolate her target, making it die slowly and gloat in the shadows. Afterward it isn't rare for her to eat their heart, believing that the nature of paladin mana allows her to expend on her own mana pool by consuming the seat of a paladin's power. Ki-Tan users are a delight for her she'll get out of her way to consume. **Unique equipment:** - Ring of the Master: A simple ring of silver that gives her limited control over some of the beasts in the Scars. It doesn't allow her to give order as much as it allows her to lure the monsters in a certain direction, leaving their murderous ways do the rest. - Staff of Twilight: Those with knowledge in the ancient mages will remember this focus coming from a mage of incredible power that with its armies and magic carved the very land. An artifact thought to be lost in the destruction of the mage that would be no means befit a neophyte like Mastrix. - Bone Armor: An enchanted armor giving the wearer practical immunity from fire and also an intimidating stature. Still, the armor is made to make the wearer imposing and protect a mage in a duel against other magic users and while it can somewhat protect against a paladin's magic, it's too light to give practical protection against physical blows.