Wishful Stray

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

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I'm still trying to figure out which way I want my character to go so some off those skills are place holders.

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

Elysia

Name;
Elysia Asha

Age;
25

Appearance;
Sharp yellow eyes stare out under the curtains of black hair falling in curls and ringlets to frame a sharp jawline and high cheek bones, in the flames of a fire they seem to spark with energy and a life of their own; pale skin stands in stark contrast to the raven colored hair. Soft pink lips and an upturned nose do little to blemish the rest of her face, a serene beauty backed by an devilish grin and a permanent look of mischief.

The only marring in the smooth skin would be a small scar running down her cheek, a gift from her former life, a pale comparison to the day where it was an angry red that drew the eyes of anyone who looked at her.

A well built woman, muscles outlining the red cloth outlining her body, held in place by armor bound with leather filling it out in all the right ways. Though not many would still openly ogle her, many had received a swift kick to the nether regions in reply. The cloth continued behind her almost like a cape, torn and tattered on the ends. Leather shorts lined with cloth covered her lower half, leaving her part of her thighs and knees exposed until they ran into armored boots, guaranteed to do damaged if one was to meet with the business end of her pointed shoes.

The skin underneath the clothes bore the same scoring and markings, scars that were kin to the one adorning her face, sharp angled slits and wide furrows, some barely visible while others barely looked a month old. It was easy to tell that multiple weapons had a hand in decorating her skin not that any had the privilege of seeing them, and the last one she caught peeping and been left folding up into a small ball on his wife’s porch bearing the marks of her boot.

Personality:
Cocky, arrogant, hot tempered, and brazen are a few words that are often used to describe Elysia, but there are just as many people who would call her kind, and caring. A conundrum of sorts, the raven haired woman is like a whirlwind flying around with different emotions and tones ever changing in how she presents herself. She enjoys being around her charges, happily laughing with them glad they aren’t forced into the same life she was but on the other side of the coin she rarely associates with the older generation of the small town only talking to them when the need or the desire arises. This causes strife between her and the others her age, often leading to her getting into a few brawls at the local water hole, but on the rare occasion she can be found sitting around the fire telling stories of faraway places among the hushed tones and awe whispers at her tales.

While her actions make her seem like one who is quick to anger, she’s learned what anger can make a person do and tries to talk others out of it first searching for other solutions not wanting to truly hurt anyone else anymore.

At least no one that doesn’t deserve it.

Biography;
Former Battle Mage of the Clan.

Elysia now spends her time taking care of the children of a small outlying town on the outskirts of Ambrosia, knowing full well how she would be treated by the ADF if they learned about her past. She’s often found playing hide and seek, or chasing one of smaller wards around happily calling them a good for nothing damned brat, When she first arrived at the village she was often chided for her use of colorful language but it was what she was raised around and it would take a while to break her of that habit.

Often times she’s found practicing her swordsmanship out in an open field or following one the hunters around learning about different techniques or bothering an explore to tell her about the outside world, about places she herself hadn’t been before. Later in the day she can be found sitting around the fire with the children explain the new information and teaching them about the different inhabitants and ways of the world sincerely wanting them to have a better childhood than she did.

Born to a captured Pledge mage and a high ranking raider of the Clan, Elysia was brought up in a cruel world where everyone had to fight for their own survival and prestige. Her childhood was spent brawling with other kids, learning how to pick pockets and wield a dagger. Her mother had spent months weeping at the life her daughter would never know, while her father had a temper and when she couldn’t perform to standard he would leave physical reminders about the world she lived in. The only solace the girl found was with a small child who lived next door, they would play and fight together and soon became fast friends in a world where having friends was inviting betrayal into your house.

This went on until the young girl turned five and was allowed on her first raid, it was a small caravan transporting goods from an outlying mine. The Clan could get good money selling those crystals to shard heads, or keeping them for their own uses. The green eyed girl watched eagerly as the carts approached the narrowing of the canyon, a group of twenty waited above made mostly of the young children waiting for their chance to prove their worth. It was like watching in slow motion as the lead horse crumpled, hobbled by a row of hidden spikes a trap set by Rera a small girl apt with metalworking and trap making. A wild battle cry left their leaders lips and the group surged down the canyon walls, whooping and hollering in excitement, the men of the caravan scrambled to draw their weapons and create a wall around the carts but the light guard they had hired was quick work for the Clan. Grinning wildly like an untamed animal Elysia scrambled past and under the guards kicking the legs out from under him as a group of children set upon him with glee until nothing but a pool of blood was left of him.

Cutting the ropes holding the cover in place, small hands tore greedily at the cloth pulling it away revealing a large pile of crystals, all color gleaming up at her begging to be touched and to be used. The longer she stared at them the louder the song echoing in her mind got, what felt like hours to the small ragged child was merely minutes as her hand closed around a yellow crystal electricity running through her as her green eyes slowly started to change growing brighter and brighter almost as if they were alive. Shaking her head she quickly pocketed the crystal tucking it under her shirt tightening her belt to keep it from falling out before calling out for a bag stuffing the rest into it throwing it back down, by that point others had joined her on the cart just as quickly bagging their new found loot.

At that point she didn’t know just how her life would change because of that bright crystal pressed against her skin.

Her mother soon found her playing with the gem, bright arcs of lightning jumping from one hand to the other, the older woman desperately tried to hide her child’s gift for magic teaching her in secret for almost a year before they were found out. The young girl was ripped away from her family and given to the head mage to be taught with the rest of the children who showed promise. Her years were soon split between practicing her combat skills with learning the workings of magic. She wasn’t as adept as the others with controlling her magic and learning more complex spells but the ones she did pick up and focus on would forge a new path for her to take. By the time she was sixteen the child had grown into a young woman slowly coming into herself, a woman who had become fond of blood and battle. She would often visit Rera, spend her free time watching the woman’s slender fingers make quick work of repairs and crafting new and more elaborate traps. It wouldn’t be until years later that she’d realize how enamored she’d been with her only friend.

But they were both at the age of womanhood meaning that if desired the higher members of the clan could claim them as wives. Disgusted by the idea of marrying some sloven pig that had earned his position long ago, she sought out a raid team leader by the name of Javo seeking to join his team, he was more than eager to take a mage along with him. His last raid left half his men dead and he didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of that failure again. She spent months with his group honing her skills and feeding her taste for blood and combat, it soon became clear to anyone that worked with her that she wasn’t a simple mage that hung back and chanted.

By the age of nineteen she had come into her right as a full blown battle mage.

Returning one night after a raid she found out that Rera had been killed, her husband in a drunken rage and tired of his wife’s blatant dislike of him he thought he would teach her respect but it had gone too far. It was at that time that whispers of doubt towards the Clan started bubbling in her mind, she knew better to go against the rules of the Clan but on the next raid she slipped away from the team on a whim deciding to test her luck with the outer world wanting to see what else laid beyond her small view of the world. For the next few years she spent them traveling taking on odd jobs here and there to help keep herself feed, learning new things and seeing new places. But she was careful, she made sure nothing she did would deliver ill against the Clan, even when she settled down in the small town she spoke nothing of where she had came from and what she was simply posing as a traveler looking to settle down.

Archetype;
Mage

Specialization:

Combat Mage

Skills;

• Sword Combat
• Knowledge: Fauna and Wildlife
• First Aid
• Area Attack & Control

Lightning Magic;
~Heaven’s Messenger:

Dark clouds cover the air, winds howl and run as the sky hides in shame. The clouds spark and swirl creating a vortex of energy as the lightning builds. Time and dedication is need to perform it correctly, the slightest break in concentration can cause it to go awry and unleash the energy wherever it sees fit to discharge. A dangerous spell to try in a fight, it’s best left for ambushing or destroying a target before the user is spotted. When done correctly the heavens part and unleash a torrent of lightning on the area, a powerful hit that last at most five seconds known to level a small town or to set a blaze a village. It leaves the user as drained as their crystal, so it’s rarely used being written off as impractical no matter how powerful it is.

~Divine Shock:

It sends out a shock wave that can stun the unexpected and on the rare occasion send others stumbling backwards. Its main intent is to make an opening for others to exploit, offering a chance for either a counter attack or to simply deal with unwanted pest in a timely manner. Because it uses little of the crystal’s power, it’s not the strongest and doesn’t work against well guarded and prepared victims.

~Azure Blaze:

Channeling the power into a small ball resting in her hand, it takes the shape and color of a sparking blue sphere emitting a bright light. It can either be used to provide simple light in a dark cavern or with a little more power feed into it the sphere will explode blanketing the area with a bluish white light blinding the area. It focuses on the light emitted by a lightning strike, amplifying it to provide a cover. Either to spring a surprise attack or give the user means to escape and flee. While it takes little power to summon and explode the sphere the longer the light is generated the more power it drains, making it a poor choice for long term use or solely relying on it for a light source.

Weapons;
Sorine’s Reach:

A metal gauntlet fashioned to fit Elysia perfectly, it covers the entire expanse of her left arm ending in claws at the tips of her fingers. Used both for offense and defense, the once bright metal now dinged and scratched showing signs of use and age. Made out of a light metal, it’s only capable of blocking light blows and some common projectiles. The claws show signs of constantly being sharpened and cleaned, they gleam unlike the rest of its counterparts. It adds a few more inches to her reach, and leaves deep nasty gashes when they close around flesh or basic cloth.

Aello’s Wind:

A long sword, crafted light enough that she only needs to wield it with a single hand but durable enough to not break on impact. Unusually long for a double-edged sword the hilt is smaller to compensate for it, as is the pommel a bright yellow jewel resting in the metal of it. The extra length lends it speed and with enough force behind the cut it said that wind itself follows the blade. Quick and agile the sword excels at offense but is a bit clumsy when it comes to defending at a close range, the long blade making it hard to maneuver at short sharp angles.

Rai’s Tear

A bright yellow crystal on a long silver chain, the silver continues down to encase and ensnare the gem in a cage of filigree and branches. It’s light shines through the silver tree lighting up the leaves. Elysia uses it as her source of magic, the cool stone resting against her bare skin as it's tucked behind her shirt and armor the chain running down past her chest barely stopping at her midriff allowing the crystals power to be absorbed through the abdomen where it can pool and wait to be used by its caster. The silver work makes it hard to discern that it’s a true crystal, most of her charges just write it off as a pretty piece of jewelry she doesn’t want stolen.

Equipment and Gear;

• Full Water Canteen
• A Small Pouch of Coins
• A Large Pouch of Dried Meat and Fruit
• A Medium Pouch of Herbs and Poultices

Lantern

Aslynn tilted her head taking the time to actually observe the two in front of her, they didn't seem much older than the small boy she had just helped. Perhaps it was feud between clans, it wasn't that uncommon and children could be cruel but she felt a small tinge of uneasiness at raising a sword towards them. The dull rusted metal gleamed slightly, she could tell it was old and most of it's edge was gone, the only thing left were a few jagged teeth caused by the blade chipping from use. The extra weight suddenly attaching itself to her side almost drew the young woman off balance as she looked down, a soft smile at the small boys show of courage before offering him the sword.

"This is yours isn't it? Thank you for letting me borrow it."

She smiled again wrapping his hand around the hilt before gently prying him off her side moving him so he was standing right behind her when the girls cold haughty words rushed over her. The uneasiness was soon replaced with the anger from early. In truth fighting with the broken sword wasn't easy, it was unbalanced and warped from the years it had seen. Straightening back up she ruffled the small boys hair before turning to face the pair again, her eyes cold and glinting like steel, her left heel slide back slightly widening her stance as she watched the young girl easily handle the make shift spear, the soft twang of the sling cutting through the air reached her ears as well. The tense silence was almost tangible as she could feel the fear from the small boy behind, the warmth from the lantern was still washing over her.

"Well, I don't usually beat up kids, but I never turn down a fight."

A grin broke out across her face as she shrugged swinging the lantern slightly, it had enough heft to it that it would do some damage if she could land a hit with it. The blacksmith watched as the deer masked girl lunged at her ducking under it before offering a wide swing of the lantern in reply keeping an eye on the boy with the sling. "Two against one, isn't that a little bit unfair?" She knew it was a pointless question but she asked it anyway laugh softly while dodging the girls attacks, the lantern had skimmed her once leaving a bright red burn but she had received a small gash on her cheek in return from her. The power of the lantern flooded through her beckoning and coaxing her to create, to summon forth monsters, to bring forth weapons of power into this strange world. The dark hunger behind it was quickly masked behind a more gentle nature, one that tried to portray a sense of help and wonder.

Unsettled by the strange thoughts flooding her mind, Aslynn received a nasty scrap up her arm for her lack of concentration a hiss escaping her lips as her teeth gritted in pain and anger, she knew she was at a disadvantage but she wasn't going to take the boy's weapon again, the desire for a weapon flooded the lantern and their was a flash of purple as a wooden sword appeared in her hand. The grip was warm and familiar, the straight back with the curved edge made for an odd shaped weapon but a giddy laugh escaped her lips as her eyes focused on the lantern. 'Is this what it meant when it whispered about creation?' There was a sense of awe in her thoughts before she shook her head snapping herself out of it, gently setting the lantern down at her feet she pointed the end of the blade towards the pair holding it with both hands, exhaling slowly her red hair followed behind her like a banner as she slammed the flat side of the blade into the deer-girl's stomach before spinning around bring the hilt up into the sparrow's chin.

Whether it was enough to render them unconscious or not, Aslynn would have to wait and see as she walked back over towards the armored boy, the sword hanging limply in her left hand as her right put pressure on the cut on her arm, the gash on her cheek had already closed leaving a trail of dried blood on her cheek. 'Did I really need to get into a fight as soon as I got here...wherever here is...' The dark thought echoed in her mind before she smiled at the boy again.

"The name's Aslynn, what's yours?"

Unquiet

The screeching of a small child, at least Nali thought it was a child, broke her away from her wandering thoughts. She had been thinking about her time before the Stone before waking up to a decaying place where everyone was forced to be friendly, where a giant ogre was not trying to smash an opening so he could reach their small band, where mysterious women don't spend their day singing and acting rather hysterical from what the last verses of the song implied.

She yelped as she dodged a large chunk of mortar and brick, the ground beneath her shaking violently as if trying to fling her from her ledge. 'Great, just what I need. For the damn place to fall apart.' The dry sarcasm in her thought brought a short bark of a laugh before deciding to reevaluate her current situation. It seemed that the violent force shaking the Stone was hell bent on sending everything, and anyone still sleeping down into the abyss that was once the floor. Flirting with the idea of just climbing higher and finding her on way out Nali watched in amusement as the boy child demanded food and challenge everyone to a fight. She smirked slightly as he had cut off the goody two shoe witch, the hunger within her snarled at the thought, if it was one thing they agreed on was that witches were no good. Curious at to what was going on, her perch offered very little vantage in viewing those down below.

A sharp crack and the crunching of stone and wood made the red head look up seeing a rather large chunk of the ceiling tumbling down towards her with all the intent to sweep her away like the rest of this damned place. The soft sprinkling of rain reached her first, as the dirt on her arms and legs slowly shifted into mud and smears, 'This is just perfect...' Another sarcastic thought, as she nimbly made her way down towards the next ledge easily continuing her descent as the water turned the stones slick and added a dull shine to them. Her boots let out a soft echo as she jumped down to the middle arena, walking precariously to the gaping edge looking down into the angry teeth of a hungry beast, the gears and cogs churning and hissing in exertion against the onslaught.

Jumping back slightly at the voice booming from the sky, she looked up craning her neck back to get a better look at the sky and the disembodied voice. She barely registered the witch give an answer as she closed her eyes letting the rain wash over her feeling the thrum and will behind the voice before opening her eyes again choosing to ignore the question making her way over towards the small group, patting the small boy-child on the head before titling her head grinning slightly at the lady dressed in prisoner garb.

Nali was glad she got to keep her own apparel.

"Are you always this cheery, even to giant voices in the sky?"

Another tilt of her head as she observed the small boy, sweeping her gaze over the area noticing the ogre was on this level before sighing, the sharp echoing and beating was coming from the shaking foundation he was hammering at and whatever was making the place collapse probably wasn't going to keep him from killing them all.

"Voice in sky, Ogre beating his way in here, could this day get any better..

Terra Magica (Open/Accepting Players!)

Sorry! The internet at my house has been down all weekend. I'll get a CS up soon...hah...

Oh. @Hellis is it possible to have a mage that's retired, in a sense? Someone whose trying to stay away from conflict but keeps getting dragged back into it.

Lantern

Good to know! Sorry guys my internet has been down since I got back home on Friday. ^^"

Demon Daydreams and Schemes

Sorry, I've been at my mother in law's house so I won't be able to post till Friday when I get home.

Lantern

@Wishful Stray I really like your character already. Look forwards to see more :D

@drewccapp

I'm glad you like her, she's a bit more of a firecracker than I had planned. ^^

Lantern

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate mingled with the deep scents of the forest, the decaying fungi, soft dirt, the stink of iron from the lantern and sword, the scent of fear, all of them mingled clouding the young woman's head adding to the icy pain and grogginess clawing at her mind. The tree's towered threatening to fall in on her; even though she was on solid ground the lurking sensation of falling still clung to her senses as she desperately reached out to the light blurring her vision. A soft whimper of pain and despair slipped from her pale lips as she could hazily see three figures covered in an eerie purple glow gave birth to thoughts of phantoms and spirits.

The boy's tears and cries were sharp as knives, cutting through the fog of her mind; piercing the fear ensnaring her thoughts and stoking the fire in her breathing life into the dying embers.

Aslynn didn't know how long she had laid there, or how she got there but she knew that she could lay there for much longer. Her father would never stand for her whimpering and languishing over her own pain and new found fate while someone else was in danger. Her hand scraped against the ground feebly inches from the lantern's wire handle; the movement sent pain jarring up her arm, rattling her teeth and drawing another whimper from her. Gritting her teeth, stilling their chattering she forced herself to reach out clawing desperately to hook the lantern drawing it closer to herself. The soft warmness of it seemed to ease the pain tearing its way through her body; even the pain of having to learn to wield hammers and weapons twice her size, the pulling and tearing of her muscles into shape would pale in comparison.

This new pain seemed like it cut straight into her soul, and the little boy's cries continued to drive the pain deeper.

Focusing on her breathing she started counting to five between each breath before blowing it out slowly, a technique taught to control her breathing learning to time the release with the strike of the hammer; now it had become an old habit she fell back on when she became overwhelmed. Slowly the pain was devoured by the need to protect the small child, at least she thought it was a child. Her vision was still blurry but none of the three figures looked tall enough to be considered an adult, a soft grinding could be heard from her jaw as it clenched her teeth together in anger. A quick shake of her head dispelled the tears welling up in her eyes, strands of red hair flashed with the movement echoing her sentiment of anger and pain, angry at those who would bully someone smaller than them, angry at herself for not being strong enough.

Another breath of air, in and out slowly reigning her emotions and her thoughts back in.

It would do her no good to cry about it, slowly she rolled over listening to the others berate the little boy speaking something of territory. The word seemed odd to the blacksmith as she moved carefully not wanting to rush and over extend herself, her small town was long gone. She knew that, this place, this forest was new but old. The scent of the place spoke of life, but there was a lingering scent of death of something needing to be reborn. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain, her left side felt like it was on fire she tenderly pressed on it cussing slightly under her breath as the pain spiked. It seemed that whoever or whatever caused her to come to this place wasn't very gentle with its delivery. She herself didn't understand her thoughts or knew what to do but there was one thing she could do.

She could save the boy.

Aslynn focused on that thought drawing strength from it, steadily she rose to a kneeling position, the lantern hanging gingerly from her left hand swinging lightly. There was a numbness to her limbs that spoke she had only been laying there long enough for her nerves to be put on edge, her motions slowly started to massage life back into them. The soft brush underfoot crunched with the added weight as she hesitantly stood up fully, wobbling slightly she used her right hand to support her side. If she had the time later, she would need to at least wrap her ribs to keep her movement's from worsening the injury.

'Heh, seems like I paid attention to mother's lectures after all...'

The thought of home rang hollow as her thoughts turned to her dad and to her work, she knew he would return to the shop without her there and a crease appeared on her face, a telltale sound she was worried.

The kids wailing cut through her thoughts again drawing her back to her current situation.

She mentally chided herself for being so absent minded before setting her sights on the two strange children wearing masks, another oddity to this place another note filled away.

"Hey!"

Her voice rang out sharp, a displeased frown on her slender face, even with her apparent small build she towered over the trio. The light of the lantern glimmered happily shinning dully off a rusted sword laying in the flower bed a few steps, it also illuminated the rope tying the armor clad boy to the tree. His look of hurt and tear stricken face only added to the anger fueling her movements; taking the slight window startling them created she moved for the short sword with fluid motions, her side screamed in protest as the lantern swung wildly along with her. The soft leather wrapped around the hilt gave slightly forming to her grip, another step placing her between the boy and the pair of older children.

"I don't know what he's done, and I don't care. People aren't animals. We. Don't. Tie. Them. Up."

Her last words were pointed and followed by a slight growl as the blade shone in the light in a wide arch slicing cleaning through the rope before clattering to the ground by the tree. Her right hand quickly returned to her side, short gasp of pain lacing her breath causing her to hunch over slightly; the knuckles on her left hand had gone white from grasping the lantern forcefully. Even with the pain written across her face, her eyes blazed with an unspoken anger, anger at them, anger at being in this place, anger at herself, anger at what her stubborn father would do in her absents.

It seemed strange that such a small girl could contain so much anger.

Unquiet

I'm here~