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"I feel like I could eat the whole world raw."
8 yrs ago
When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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8 yrs ago
Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
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Big things are coming! Stay tuned ~
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lets continue!
@Mae
lets go with choice A. As a friend and choice B. As a lover. Ill also use my if then lifeline.
If lover than their hair must be longer than Fæla's! (Her who barely reached her shoulders)
lets go with choice A. As a friend and choice B. As a lover. Ill also use my if then lifeline.
If lover than their hair must be longer than Fæla's! (Her who barely reached her shoulders)
@Mae
Uh sure, let's hit up a reroll on the two relationships at the start of the RP. Gotta topple Nissa's paramore status.
Uh sure, let's hit up a reroll on the two relationships at the start of the RP. Gotta topple Nissa's paramore status.
⍚ Persephone ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female ⥥ Homosexual ⍚
"Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven."
who do you think you are, ha ha ha bless your soul you really think you're in control?
𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩
[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E
"Persephone, or Phe (pronounced Fee) as she likes to be called stands around five feet and nine inches which is accented by her typically excellent posture. She has snow white hair and sharply green eyes that tend to really pop out due to her pale complexion, choice outfits, and stark hair. She has an athletic physique often complimented by her outfits which often leave parts of her midriff exposed along with her shoulders, waist and arms. She has very visible muscle definition on her arms, calves and abdomen. Phe has a very narrow facial structure that has left her with a rough case of R.B.I., but her typically warm body language. Many people who meet her immediately notice the fact that he white hair is almost mane-like reaching all the way to her lower back and over falling over onto her shoulders.
While Phe does have an athletic build, she has very small hands and fingers. Delicate even. She is known to be quite adept with them, easily able to roll a coin over her fingers, spin an arrow around her wrist and in her hands and other various forms of fidgeting that are common to her. Most of Phe’s outfits are well put together. She is often seen wearing form fitting pants or shorts with a loose shirt in order to keep comfortable. She typically finds herself doing something of an updo with her hair because when you have as much as Phe does, it can be nice to not have to worry about it hitting you in the face at the slightest breeze.
Persephone’s curse is in the form of a tattoo, or rather birthmark, it is something that changes with the era she finds herself in. In every era it is below her skin and permanently unreachable. Currently it looks like tribal pain on her ankle in the shape of a Lion. Once literacy is more common and so forth it begins with the word Superbia, which is found on her ankle. This is permanently there, however it starts very small. As the curse consumes her life force, it grows to fit her entire calf, with more tattoos appearing along with it. Flowers, waves, tears, stars. Many things begin to consume her, but the most notable are the following seven words, or symbols once more depending on the era: “Luxuria, Gula, Avartia, Acedia, Ira, Invidia, and finally Superbia are the symbols. While the Snake, Pig, Frog, Goat, Bear, Dog and Lion are the symbols during Tribal eras and time periods. Superbia (Lion) and Ira (Bear) taking her legs, Invidia (Dog) and Acedia (Goat) her arms, Gula (Pig) her stomach and Luxuria (Snake) her throat. When she is fully consumed, she will be fully consumed with the sins she bears for everyone. With minor usage, only the seven words appear or animals, the rest of her life force being drained is what brings all of the surrounding art, as it were."
While Phe does have an athletic build, she has very small hands and fingers. Delicate even. She is known to be quite adept with them, easily able to roll a coin over her fingers, spin an arrow around her wrist and in her hands and other various forms of fidgeting that are common to her. Most of Phe’s outfits are well put together. She is often seen wearing form fitting pants or shorts with a loose shirt in order to keep comfortable. She typically finds herself doing something of an updo with her hair because when you have as much as Phe does, it can be nice to not have to worry about it hitting you in the face at the slightest breeze.
Persephone’s curse is in the form of a tattoo, or rather birthmark, it is something that changes with the era she finds herself in. In every era it is below her skin and permanently unreachable. Currently it looks like tribal pain on her ankle in the shape of a Lion. Once literacy is more common and so forth it begins with the word Superbia, which is found on her ankle. This is permanently there, however it starts very small. As the curse consumes her life force, it grows to fit her entire calf, with more tattoos appearing along with it. Flowers, waves, tears, stars. Many things begin to consume her, but the most notable are the following seven words, or symbols once more depending on the era: “Luxuria, Gula, Avartia, Acedia, Ira, Invidia, and finally Superbia are the symbols. While the Snake, Pig, Frog, Goat, Bear, Dog and Lion are the symbols during Tribal eras and time periods. Superbia (Lion) and Ira (Bear) taking her legs, Invidia (Dog) and Acedia (Goat) her arms, Gula (Pig) her stomach and Luxuria (Snake) her throat. When she is fully consumed, she will be fully consumed with the sins she bears for everyone. With minor usage, only the seven words appear or animals, the rest of her life force being drained is what brings all of the surrounding art, as it were."
[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
"Phe is a tough nut to crack. She is both calculating and accepting, guarded and trusting. She is often two sides of the same coin at once. She is eager to help people, but always watching for those who may hurt her or those she loves. However, she is not taske dwiththe forgiveness of others to be ironic. She is an incredibly forgiving person, but not naively. She will assess the person, the situation, what they are apologizing for. Gauge the situation. If she believes that someone is speaking the truth, then she shall forgive them. Be it the first or fifteenth time she has done so. She is an understanding person at heart and truly does love to help people.
That being said, Phe is a bit… Blunt. She can be somewhat piercing with her question and has a tough time understanding people hiding things. This has caused a schism in her personal relationship over time. As Phe is not really concerned with being embarrassed or shy, she is a very forward thinking person who has little time for people telling her what to do. Which is why she isn’t the best in groups that she doesn’t lead. When she is a leader of a group she is an effective one. She can delegate well, and to an extent she can follow orders well. What makes her a bad follower is her inability to not chime in. She has a hard time not giving someone her two cents, even if said two cents may be wrong, uncalled for or not even asked for.
Being a deity of sin many people think presume her to be something of a demon. Some follow creature attempting to sway the hearts and minds of good people. However her title as goddess of sin and forgiveness go hand in hand. She exemplifies every sin that has been named, however she does so in a very human way and believes that the root of those sins is human emotion. Something she values very highly. She may drink, smoke, lay with others at different points, but it is all a part of her attempting to figure out who and what she is. Where she is going. Where she has been. It is something that both pleases her to no end and disgusts her infinitely. She is something of a walking paradox, and it’s something she forgives herself for."
That being said, Phe is a bit… Blunt. She can be somewhat piercing with her question and has a tough time understanding people hiding things. This has caused a schism in her personal relationship over time. As Phe is not really concerned with being embarrassed or shy, she is a very forward thinking person who has little time for people telling her what to do. Which is why she isn’t the best in groups that she doesn’t lead. When she is a leader of a group she is an effective one. She can delegate well, and to an extent she can follow orders well. What makes her a bad follower is her inability to not chime in. She has a hard time not giving someone her two cents, even if said two cents may be wrong, uncalled for or not even asked for.
Being a deity of sin many people think presume her to be something of a demon. Some follow creature attempting to sway the hearts and minds of good people. However her title as goddess of sin and forgiveness go hand in hand. She exemplifies every sin that has been named, however she does so in a very human way and believes that the root of those sins is human emotion. Something she values very highly. She may drink, smoke, lay with others at different points, but it is all a part of her attempting to figure out who and what she is. Where she is going. Where she has been. It is something that both pleases her to no end and disgusts her infinitely. She is something of a walking paradox, and it’s something she forgives herself for."
[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Persephone was presumably born into a family. She never met her birth parents however, when she was old enough to begin forming memories she lived on a small farm, it was secluded in nature. She was raised with a sister, two brothers and her adoptive mother and father. They were as common folk as they came. They would tell her of when they found her floating nestled under a tree with a small card that was in her bassinet. It simply read; ‘forgive us’. So her new family did. They forgave her and raised her as one of their own. It was a very kind gesture indeed. They even gave her the name Persephone and the nickname Phe. While she was nice to them and very happy they had decided that day to adopt little baby Persephone, she was different. She was impersonal, non-emotional and very calm. A strange child to be sure.
But she was also caring. One day when her brother dislocated his shoulder after attempting to swing across a ravine she found him and hugged him tightly. Only ten at the time she told him quietly to breathe, and so he did. A quick jerk of her arm, a loud pop and his shoulder had returned to its natural resting spot. That was when she stared to get questioning looks from her family.
They would sometimes ask her to pick berries for dinner by herself, it started when she was only twelve years old. She would venture out into the forest and wonder if they would be back when she got home. She also assumed they thought a similar thought, because when she would return and they would still be there an air of tension would accompany her home. A tension that did not exist in the forest. It made her want to return to the forest, maybe even live there.
O, the irony.
On the return from hunting for a doe and gathering the usual herbs and berries, a 12 year old Persephone came home to find the barn on fire. She wanted to scream, run, hide. But she did none of those things. She simply continued caring the doe on her back and walked into her home. Her family, dead. The man responsible there.
His head was in his hands and he was muttering something incessantly. He looked up at her, she assumed he was to kill her.
“I’m so sorry.”
A crossroads. A hand on his chest, it pounded.
“I forgive you.”
She left him the doe.
Ever since she lived on her own in the forests keeping a low profile, helping those when she could. Persephone was eighteen now, and she had learned much about the world from the forests, more so she thinks than if she was in the dead center of it. Her ear was always kept on the ground, and it seemed a gathering of sorts was to transpire. She had never been to one yet, so she wished to follow through and see what it was like. Besides, she had heard of something called a 'coming of age ceremony'. She had never gotten one, which intrigued her. So she would investigate for herself.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
But she was also caring. One day when her brother dislocated his shoulder after attempting to swing across a ravine she found him and hugged him tightly. Only ten at the time she told him quietly to breathe, and so he did. A quick jerk of her arm, a loud pop and his shoulder had returned to its natural resting spot. That was when she stared to get questioning looks from her family.
They would sometimes ask her to pick berries for dinner by herself, it started when she was only twelve years old. She would venture out into the forest and wonder if they would be back when she got home. She also assumed they thought a similar thought, because when she would return and they would still be there an air of tension would accompany her home. A tension that did not exist in the forest. It made her want to return to the forest, maybe even live there.
O, the irony.
On the return from hunting for a doe and gathering the usual herbs and berries, a 12 year old Persephone came home to find the barn on fire. She wanted to scream, run, hide. But she did none of those things. She simply continued caring the doe on her back and walked into her home. Her family, dead. The man responsible there.
His head was in his hands and he was muttering something incessantly. He looked up at her, she assumed he was to kill her.
“I’m so sorry.”
A crossroads. A hand on his chest, it pounded.
“I forgive you.”
She left him the doe.
Ever since she lived on her own in the forests keeping a low profile, helping those when she could. Persephone was eighteen now, and she had learned much about the world from the forests, more so she thinks than if she was in the dead center of it. Her ear was always kept on the ground, and it seemed a gathering of sorts was to transpire. She had never been to one yet, so she wished to follow through and see what it was like. Besides, she had heard of something called a 'coming of age ceremony'. She had never gotten one, which intrigued her. So she would investigate for herself.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Aurea ⥥ Sin, Forgiveness, Resolutions ⥥ Female ⥥ Homosexual ⍚
“We may be able to decide what shall be done and what has to be done.
But at the end of the day.
One must be a fool to assume they have even the slightest amount of control.
For this reason alone, you must forgive yourself.
Fight not to kill.
But to live.”
[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E
Aurea stands at an Amazonian seven feet and eight inches, her athletic build much clearer than when she is a human woman. She is the epitome of physical strength, and yet in this form she looks to be much more forgiving and kind. She has a warmth about her that is not present when she is a human. Speaking slowly, softly and concisely she is often heralded as a goddess of beauty. She is adorned with a silk white robe that is nearly impossible to distinguish with her silk white hair that flows just like her robe. But she also has beautiful golden armor that adorns her, it shines as if it is constantly in the light of the evening sun. She has a voice that is somehow both soothing and booming. That demands attention and gives it with every word. Other than that she is vaguely human looking, but still somewhat like an angelic figure.
[ ⍚ ] K N O W N F O R
Being the goddess of Sin and Forgiveness, many people think of Aurea in different ways. Some, see her as a two-faced demon who simply preys on the weak of heart denying them the salvation they seek so desperately. But some view her as an all-mother of humanity of sorts. A goddess whose love for humanity will always allow her to forgive them and aid them in their finest and darkest moments. Both are somewhat true, but neither are fully accurate either. She serves as a final word of sorts. The final decision maker as to whether or not you should truly be saved or not. She is both a doomsayer of humanity, and its salvation.
[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y
There is one story of Aurea that sticks out among others that float on the lips of her followers. It is a story of redemption and forgiveness. A story about all of humanities struggle to do what is right, and recognize what is wrong. A story about a simple baker. The baker was not always a baker, however. He was once a soldier who fought in a war he did not believe in. He killed many because he felt it was the easiest way to make a living, he was very good at what he did. This soldier met a woman whom he grew to love dearly, though she did not seem all that interested in him. Fore she had many suitors who would one day propose, she would not choose the first soldier to become stricken with her.
One day this woman, the noble’s daughter, was walking into town. Her intention that day was to buy a loaf of bread. What she had not planned on was meeting the soldier once more, who was now a baker. The baker introduced himself, recalling a time when he was young and naïve. She informed him that she was now married, her marital status sealed, but he simply laughed and handed her the bread she had ordered. He was happy for her. Which left her wholly discontent. She began to visit the baker more often.
First at his bakery, finally in his chambers.
They soon bore a child together, which infuriated her husband so much so that he was launched into a fit of rage, slaughtering her. His intention was not to stop at the child, however for some reason, he did. He put the child in a cradle and left it at the edge of the woods, with a small note. ‘Forgive me.’ It read.
Once the baker found out what had happened he grew consumed by wrath, calling upon the goddess Aurea for judgement and justice. She answered him.
“O goddess, please slay this foul man whom hast thought to control a woman so that he hath claimed her life and the life of my child.”
The goddess regarded the baker, fully and completely, and then responded.
“You are no baker, young soldier. It was not so long ago that you slew the youth of another nation because it was easy. I promise you this, what he did was not easy, nor did he take the life of your child. Instead I shall forgive you both. Him, for acting when he was lovelorn, you for acting without humanity at all. For both of your beloved’s.”
Aurea was tricked by the dark gods in a somewhat humiliating fashion. The goddesss of Sin, Forgiveness and Memory could not answer the simplest question. What if you cannot forgive your starkissed? What if the crime they commit is more terrible than any you have managed to judge thus far? This was the gateway to her being confined within the mortal body that now traps her soul. Have they really robbed her and many others of their forgiveness?
One day this woman, the noble’s daughter, was walking into town. Her intention that day was to buy a loaf of bread. What she had not planned on was meeting the soldier once more, who was now a baker. The baker introduced himself, recalling a time when he was young and naïve. She informed him that she was now married, her marital status sealed, but he simply laughed and handed her the bread she had ordered. He was happy for her. Which left her wholly discontent. She began to visit the baker more often.
First at his bakery, finally in his chambers.
They soon bore a child together, which infuriated her husband so much so that he was launched into a fit of rage, slaughtering her. His intention was not to stop at the child, however for some reason, he did. He put the child in a cradle and left it at the edge of the woods, with a small note. ‘Forgive me.’ It read.
Once the baker found out what had happened he grew consumed by wrath, calling upon the goddess Aurea for judgement and justice. She answered him.
“O goddess, please slay this foul man whom hast thought to control a woman so that he hath claimed her life and the life of my child.”
The goddess regarded the baker, fully and completely, and then responded.
“You are no baker, young soldier. It was not so long ago that you slew the youth of another nation because it was easy. I promise you this, what he did was not easy, nor did he take the life of your child. Instead I shall forgive you both. Him, for acting when he was lovelorn, you for acting without humanity at all. For both of your beloved’s.”
Aurea was tricked by the dark gods in a somewhat humiliating fashion. The goddesss of Sin, Forgiveness and Memory could not answer the simplest question. What if you cannot forgive your starkissed? What if the crime they commit is more terrible than any you have managed to judge thus far? This was the gateway to her being confined within the mortal body that now traps her soul. Have they really robbed her and many others of their forgiveness?
𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫
[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.
- Embrace Persephone is incredibly empathetic, due in part to being a goddess of forgiveness. She has an incredible ability to sense the emotions of others and read them as if they were words written on the foreheads of people. She can easily predict the flow of conversations and social cues, even giving her a small leg up in being surprised by someone who is looking to surprise or attack her.
- Sketch Phe is able to commit thoughts and images to memory after only the briefest encounter with them. Never forgetting a name or a face without purpose. But this can be translated even to painting a massive canyon down to the slightest detail after only seeing it for a brief minute.
- Gula A nearly useless ability, Persephone is able to indulge a nearly limitless amount of food and drink without having an effect on her physique. Making it all too easy to keep in shape as long as she exercises regularly. In this way it also very difficult to poison or drug her.
- Speak Persephone having spent as much time as she did in the forest growing up has grown very accustomed to the ways of animals and has gotten into a harmonious relationship with them. She is safely able to approach and befriend many creatures that would typically be hostile towards humans. Even having them help her hunt.
- Scout After so many years of living in the forest Phe is an incredible hunter/gatherer having kept herself fed for the past six years without almost any help.
- Kill Persephone has become one with her bow. She is easily capable of shooting someone with an arrow while they're running, as this is the practice she has received from surviving all these yeras and having to hunt to eat.
[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.
Life Force: 15/15
Luxuria et Avarita: Weakest Ability
Perhaps the most common sins. We all have shown them in some sense or another, whether the cause be virtuous or not. Do not let them consume you.
Luxury: Persephone can impose a hyper focus on someone, making them forget other matters of importance.
Covet: Persephone can take a memory that is still in short-term memory from someone by placing her hand on their temple. However, if the target realizes their memory is gone they will begin to set themselves straight.
Disassemble: By placing a hand on the shoulder of a target, Persephone can force someone to give up something they hold dear to their heart. They can regain focus on said thing, but it would take time and incredible willpower.
Covet: Persephone can take a memory that is still in short-term memory from someone by placing her hand on their temple. However, if the target realizes their memory is gone they will begin to set themselves straight.
Disassemble: By placing a hand on the shoulder of a target, Persephone can force someone to give up something they hold dear to their heart. They can regain focus on said thing, but it would take time and incredible willpower.
Invidia et Acedia: Moderate Ability
The lack of drive to accomplish the goals you loathe others accomplishing. It is difficult to be virtuous when inactive. Yet inaction is an important action that must be taken.
Sleep: As long as Persephone can catch someone's eyes she can force them into a nightmare of sorts. They will face a memory they do not want to face, a past action perhaps. Afterwards they will be given a glimpse of their happiest memory, but will not be allowed to complete. This can trap someone for up to an hour.
Laud: Persephone can force someone to become obsessed with something. In the middle of a fight becoming obssessed with Phe's left arm could prove rather deadly, considering her fightin' arm is her right.
Industria et Humanitas: Persephone can inspire a small nation to become better people. Essentially forgiving them for their sins and imbuing them with kindness and diligence. While it may not be as useful in a fight, she can set a village straight with this ability. Making it incredibly powerful.
Laud: Persephone can force someone to become obsessed with something. In the middle of a fight becoming obssessed with Phe's left arm could prove rather deadly, considering her fightin' arm is her right.
Industria et Humanitas: Persephone can inspire a small nation to become better people. Essentially forgiving them for their sins and imbuing them with kindness and diligence. While it may not be as useful in a fight, she can set a village straight with this ability. Making it incredibly powerful.
Ira et Superbia: Strongest Ability
Once you have forgiven yourself, it will be my turn. I will forgive your final and ultimate sin, and you will soar higher than ever before, or you will plummet.
Recompense: Placing a hand on a target's heart, Persephone releases the pain of the many sins she bears as goddess of sin. She unleashes them on the target causing them to feel every single ounce of pain they have caused throughout their existence.
Indulge: Embracing the sins of Pride and Wrath, Persephone enters a state in which she loses her empathy and forgiving nature, instead becoming cold, calculating and deadly. The longer she is in this state the more damage it does to both her psyche and her physical body. She is able to analyze a combatant almost instantly, however, and her physical abilities increase to a huge extent removing the limiters a physical body would place on force used by her. It is difficult, but not impossible for Persephone to survive after usage of this ability. Whoever she is fighting will most likely not.
Pandora's Box: While this will kill Persephone, she can use this ability in one of two ways. She can take the sins of a nation upon herself and die with them. Killing her and the sins and negative thoughts and memories of an entire country. Truly creating a race of people that couldn't do anything but succeed. However, there is another way in which she can use this ability, quite the opposite. Unleashing everything she has stored over the years, every sin she has forgiven she could very well start a world war. However, perhaps more interestingly she could choose to simply target one individual to feel the sins of all of history itself. Mentally killing them.
Indulge: Embracing the sins of Pride and Wrath, Persephone enters a state in which she loses her empathy and forgiving nature, instead becoming cold, calculating and deadly. The longer she is in this state the more damage it does to both her psyche and her physical body. She is able to analyze a combatant almost instantly, however, and her physical abilities increase to a huge extent removing the limiters a physical body would place on force used by her. It is difficult, but not impossible for Persephone to survive after usage of this ability. Whoever she is fighting will most likely not.
Pandora's Box: While this will kill Persephone, she can use this ability in one of two ways. She can take the sins of a nation upon herself and die with them. Killing her and the sins and negative thoughts and memories of an entire country. Truly creating a race of people that couldn't do anything but succeed. However, there is another way in which she can use this ability, quite the opposite. Unleashing everything she has stored over the years, every sin she has forgiven she could very well start a world war. However, perhaps more interestingly she could choose to simply target one individual to feel the sins of all of history itself. Mentally killing them.
[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
A hunting bow and approximately fifteen arrows.
A small carving knife
Basic leather clothing
[ ⍚ ] O T H E R
Colour Code: Color=#32645b.
Phe is a huge fan of deer meat and is a sucker for home grown vegetables.
Her favourite weather pattern is misty rain.
She enjoys forests more than anything else.
When she is nervous she attempts to fix her hair.
When she doubts herself she purses her lips.
She has a habit of humming when she is skinning an animal.
Phe restrings her bow every morning.
Persephone will never admit it but she is a big cuddler.
She finds that whenever someone yawns around her she yawns as well.
Her adoptive clan was the Roamwyn's. However, now she is currently traveling.
[ ⍚ ] R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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⍚ Gaia ⥥ 20 ⥥ Female ⥥ Bisexual ⍚
“Since the beginning of time, I believe only humanity was truly wild."
“ The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines
But she and her furry friends
Took down the queen bee and her men
And that's how the story goes,
The story of the beast with those four dirty paws”
𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩
[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E
"Gaia is a hunter. She often wears furs and can be picked out of a crowd by her pale blonde hair and her tribal markings that cover her face. She is a member of the Longear tribe and as such sports some of the features notable to the tribe. An example of this is her formidable jawline. She stands at around six feet and three inches making her incredibly tall for a woman her age and has a toned body. She has to, as she is the champion of the Longear tribe.
Among her notable traits, Gaia’s voice may stand even above her prowess in combat. She is noted by many in the tribe to be an absolutely lovely singer, even those from other tribes may’ve heard of her voice. It is prolific. Often times it is a simple beautiful tone that resonates like a ripple of water across a silent pond. However, as far as notable traits go her combat prowess has left her with an absolutely fit body. She is easily able to topple an Elk should she tackle it and it shows as she looks almost Amazonian.
Gaia has small features. A freckled face a small nose and small beady eyes. The freckles on her face cover the top half more prominently, her forehead is almost entirely dominated by the pigmentation. Her pale blonde hair is also unruly, much like the Longear tribe in general. It is pushed back over her head and descends past both of her shoulders with ease. When she is preparing for single combat or a tournament perhaps, she ties her hair into a single braid that nearly descends her entire spine.
Gaia’s posture could be better, she often sits with her feet resting on the table and has little consideration of formality. However, when she respects someone enough to behave, she will. During a fight Gaia is at her perfect center. She is perfectly calm, prepared and calculating. Which can be intimidating when she is facing someone in single combat. Her eyes grow heavy with analysis and her breath slows almost to a halt. She is truly a force to be reckoned with and it is clear to see from a simple glance.
Gaia’s mark is by all means, beautiful. But it is very pronounced. It starts at her spine in a beautiful swirling, winding tree trunk. But soon after the roots begin to take place. It is a brown mark, somewhat faded and muted in colour. Once the roots begin to take place they appear over all of her veins. Twisting and turning over her legs, arms, stomach, neck and even face. By the time the mark has fully consumed Gaia she has less of her typically pale skin colour than she does the roots on her skin. Her eyes seem to glow a faint white light and her skin cracks like tree bark."
Among her notable traits, Gaia’s voice may stand even above her prowess in combat. She is noted by many in the tribe to be an absolutely lovely singer, even those from other tribes may’ve heard of her voice. It is prolific. Often times it is a simple beautiful tone that resonates like a ripple of water across a silent pond. However, as far as notable traits go her combat prowess has left her with an absolutely fit body. She is easily able to topple an Elk should she tackle it and it shows as she looks almost Amazonian.
Gaia has small features. A freckled face a small nose and small beady eyes. The freckles on her face cover the top half more prominently, her forehead is almost entirely dominated by the pigmentation. Her pale blonde hair is also unruly, much like the Longear tribe in general. It is pushed back over her head and descends past both of her shoulders with ease. When she is preparing for single combat or a tournament perhaps, she ties her hair into a single braid that nearly descends her entire spine.
Gaia’s posture could be better, she often sits with her feet resting on the table and has little consideration of formality. However, when she respects someone enough to behave, she will. During a fight Gaia is at her perfect center. She is perfectly calm, prepared and calculating. Which can be intimidating when she is facing someone in single combat. Her eyes grow heavy with analysis and her breath slows almost to a halt. She is truly a force to be reckoned with and it is clear to see from a simple glance.
Gaia’s mark is by all means, beautiful. But it is very pronounced. It starts at her spine in a beautiful swirling, winding tree trunk. But soon after the roots begin to take place. It is a brown mark, somewhat faded and muted in colour. Once the roots begin to take place they appear over all of her veins. Twisting and turning over her legs, arms, stomach, neck and even face. By the time the mark has fully consumed Gaia she has less of her typically pale skin colour than she does the roots on her skin. Her eyes seem to glow a faint white light and her skin cracks like tree bark."
[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
"Gaia is quiet, but incredibly inquisitive. She has always been curious. From when she first saw two men drunkenly fighting when she was five and they were drunk. She began to mirror their movements before a Longear tribe warrior got a hold of her and showed her true form. Ever since she has been obsessed with combat, as she often times has trouble connecting with others. She has never had problems connecting with those she fights however. She seems to gain a deeper understanding of others when she clashes with them.
Outside of combat Gaia wishes to be useful among other things. She has always sought acceptance from others and often times can be found keeping busy when the tribe has made camp, even on the longest journey. She can go from protecting the vanguard during a long walk to hunting all night to feed the young children and elderly in the morning. This is actually one of Gaia’s chief faults. She runs her body dry of energy and sleep deprivation often and tends to fall asleep for obscene amounts of time when she returns from things like a three day hunt. It has been especially noted by the Longear tribe chieftain and his sons. As their champion Gaia feels a sense of duty that she would never allow to come second in anything. She is their sword and more importantly their sword arm. She fights for them.
Gaia has an issue when it comes to not burning bridges, as well. As she is often times unaware of when she completely offends someone. As such, she does not apologize often. Not out of a sense of pride or something along those lines, rather she simply does not understand when an apology would be appreciated.
Gaia’s morals are fast and loose. She understands the way in which the world works and does not have a problem with it. She is aware of slavery, death, children disappearing and understands that this is part of a cycle. She simply does not view herself with autonomy enough to care about these things. Should her chieftain tell her to kill a man for his crimes against the Longear tribe she would. She however, does wish for most men and women to have a fair trial. Whether that be with a group of judges or simply a trial by combat. All should have the opportunity to have it. She, however, does not believe in any kind of belief system. She just simply never had an affinity for thanking anyone but the hunter for the meal on her table. It was how she was raised and will be how she thinks when she dies.
While Gaia has never had a lover in the sense of the word, she is not the type to play it cool. When approached with an emotional attachment to someone it cracks her demeanor and thought structure like nothing else. Her greatest weakness as person is her heart as she cannot conquer it. It may be the only thing she has no chance of besting.”
Outside of combat Gaia wishes to be useful among other things. She has always sought acceptance from others and often times can be found keeping busy when the tribe has made camp, even on the longest journey. She can go from protecting the vanguard during a long walk to hunting all night to feed the young children and elderly in the morning. This is actually one of Gaia’s chief faults. She runs her body dry of energy and sleep deprivation often and tends to fall asleep for obscene amounts of time when she returns from things like a three day hunt. It has been especially noted by the Longear tribe chieftain and his sons. As their champion Gaia feels a sense of duty that she would never allow to come second in anything. She is their sword and more importantly their sword arm. She fights for them.
Gaia has an issue when it comes to not burning bridges, as well. As she is often times unaware of when she completely offends someone. As such, she does not apologize often. Not out of a sense of pride or something along those lines, rather she simply does not understand when an apology would be appreciated.
Gaia’s morals are fast and loose. She understands the way in which the world works and does not have a problem with it. She is aware of slavery, death, children disappearing and understands that this is part of a cycle. She simply does not view herself with autonomy enough to care about these things. Should her chieftain tell her to kill a man for his crimes against the Longear tribe she would. She however, does wish for most men and women to have a fair trial. Whether that be with a group of judges or simply a trial by combat. All should have the opportunity to have it. She, however, does not believe in any kind of belief system. She just simply never had an affinity for thanking anyone but the hunter for the meal on her table. It was how she was raised and will be how she thinks when she dies.
While Gaia has never had a lover in the sense of the word, she is not the type to play it cool. When approached with an emotional attachment to someone it cracks her demeanor and thought structure like nothing else. Her greatest weakness as person is her heart as she cannot conquer it. It may be the only thing she has no chance of besting.”
[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y
“Gaia was raised by a single mother in the Longear Tribe. Shortly after impregnating her mother, her father was felled by a boar tusk to the side of his throat while hunting elk. She never knew him, but she would learn of him in the coming years. She was told of his valor by her mother, but primarily she was told of his foolhardy nature. She was told to never repeat that type of behavior.
The first time Gaia’s upbringing was brought into question was when she was found by the Chieftain alone in the woods surrounded by a pack of wolves and a bear. She was only five at the time but the animals stood calmly as she massaged their mouths and pet them as a five year old would. They allowed the chieftain to take her from them and a jury was called to determine whether or not her mother could be deemed well enough to raise the girl alone. The deliberation took many days.
On the eve of the first night two of the jurors got into a fight. It was a fight that Gaia, the inquisitive little five year old witnessed. And ever since, she had become obsessed with combat. She began her training in basic self-defense the next year. Her mother had lost custody of her child and instead Gaia was raised by a warrior of the Longear Tribe and his wife, who was an incredibly talented weaver. Together they taught Gaia many things, and much to her adoptive mother’s chagrin fighting was the chief profession she found herself fascinated by.
She was only nine years old when she first bested an opponent. She sparred against the other boys’ who were sons of the warriors in the tribe and she often lost. But she always learned something from a loss. And soon, she begun rarely losing.
By the time Gaia had turned fifteen she was easily the most competent young fighter, committing her every waking moment to it. She would complete any chores set up by her mother and immediately begin fighting anyone she could. It was by the brisk age of sixteen she could regularly defeat the other warriors and she became one herself.
Her mother and father had never looked more sullen and proud during the ceremony.
Only three years later and she got to fight to become the tribe’s champion. It was inevitable at that point. As such, she became the sword arm of the tribe and the Chieftain’s family. She hunted, gathered, and killed for them.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
The first time Gaia’s upbringing was brought into question was when she was found by the Chieftain alone in the woods surrounded by a pack of wolves and a bear. She was only five at the time but the animals stood calmly as she massaged their mouths and pet them as a five year old would. They allowed the chieftain to take her from them and a jury was called to determine whether or not her mother could be deemed well enough to raise the girl alone. The deliberation took many days.
On the eve of the first night two of the jurors got into a fight. It was a fight that Gaia, the inquisitive little five year old witnessed. And ever since, she had become obsessed with combat. She began her training in basic self-defense the next year. Her mother had lost custody of her child and instead Gaia was raised by a warrior of the Longear Tribe and his wife, who was an incredibly talented weaver. Together they taught Gaia many things, and much to her adoptive mother’s chagrin fighting was the chief profession she found herself fascinated by.
She was only nine years old when she first bested an opponent. She sparred against the other boys’ who were sons of the warriors in the tribe and she often lost. But she always learned something from a loss. And soon, she begun rarely losing.
By the time Gaia had turned fifteen she was easily the most competent young fighter, committing her every waking moment to it. She would complete any chores set up by her mother and immediately begin fighting anyone she could. It was by the brisk age of sixteen she could regularly defeat the other warriors and she became one herself.
Her mother and father had never looked more sullen and proud during the ceremony.
Only three years later and she got to fight to become the tribe’s champion. It was inevitable at that point. As such, she became the sword arm of the tribe and the Chieftain’s family. She hunted, gathered, and killed for them.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Akua ⥥ Nature, Life, and Betrayal ⥥ Female ⥥ Bisexual ⍚
“Like a mother bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till she shaped it in her own image;
Then into it she blew the breath of the wild, will and life
And man became a living soul.”
[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E
Akua (Pronounced Ahkwa) is a diminutive woman with fingers made black from the second knuckle down from dirt. She has windblown brown hair and pale grey skin. She also has sharp eyes. She is constantly surrounded by a plethora of animals including elk, bears, foxes, wolves, eagles, blue jays, and others. She has a beautiful and ornate dress that is black and gold in appearance with small amber crystals along the back. She is small in stature standing only at five feet tall. Her voice when heard is fifteen voices at once all in perfect harmony with one another. Her eye colour is dependent on the season on Earth.
[ ⍚ ] K N O W N F O R
- The Goddess of creation, life, and the origin point of living things.
- The creator of the goddess’ of seasons, who are now a single entity known as Erilene
- The mother of all living things. When killing an animal it is a common superstition that one must use as much of it as possible to avoid wasting anything.
- Her nature as the goddess of betrayal is due to humanity. As they began killing one another it was a title she shouldered as it was her burden to bear the sins of humanity as their creator.
- A goddess who is known to be constantly sad at the state of her creation. Who knew life was such a violent thing to create?
- By those who pray to her specifically, she is sometimes offered a prayer when one is about to eat an animal, as a thanks for providing food.
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[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y
Something was missing. The world existed as it should. However, it felt… So empty. I did not want to create more gods or goddesses, they would have nothing to govern over. But I knew I could create. So I did. At first beings that were microscopic in nature, only the smallest speck of life. But then I saw before me infinite possibilities. I created creatures of all shapes and sizes. Some as large as an island and some as small as my pupil. I did this, until I filled the entire world. These creatures roamed the beautiful world, some in the ocean, some in the wind, some in the wilds.
But something was missing.
So I made one more creation. In my own image I sculpted man. Once again, I started small but soon there were thousands of them.
I loved them so much.
I was the goddess of nature, and life.
Until my creation turned against one another.
I made sure that there was no intrinsic value in consuming man for another man. They would go mad if they tasted human flesh for too long and as such I felt safe. I found comfort where perhaps there shouldn’t have been any. Because there were two sisters. Ekahi and Elua. They found themselves possessed by the unholy desire to kill one another. And while Ekahi was sleeping Elua took a rock in her fist and caved her sister’s skull in. One life snuffed out. Elua was the first murderer suddenly I had one less mother.
I was brought before other gods to explain what I had created and what I had done. It was not liked nor accepted. I had made a creation with too much power and autonomy. They killed each other for no reason other than killing. It wasn’t hunting, nor was it nourishment, it was simply violence. I was forced to take the mantle of the goddess of betrayal. A story I carved into stone so that Elua and her descendants would know why I governed over their fallacy.
But I knew that I had to remedy the problem. So my hands dug once more into the soil. I created four daughters of mine, not in blood or birth, nor marriage. Simply put I created four goddesses to govern over man. To govern over nature and the seasons. I had created and created until I had created too much.
They were Suelia, goddess of the wilds. Born of spring’s blooming flowers. Tasked with rousing both flora and fauna from their winter’s sleep.
Nerine, goddess of birth. Born from summer’s warm rays. Tasked with bringing new young to life and nurture their growth.
Erilene, goddess of good harvests. Born from autumn’s colourful leaves. Tasked with nurturing the growth of plants and crops, so these can continue to nurture others.
Rauri, goddess of respite. Born from winter’s dew. Tasked with watching over nature’s sleep during winter.
But, then too, my tainted hands could not create anything perfect. Soon Suelia, Nerine, and Rauri all perished only their sister Erilene survived the dark god’s awakening. Before Akua could truly discover what happened to her daughters the dark gods approached her too.
Left with a hole in her heart when the dark gods came to cast Akua down from the heavens, she all but accepted it. She knew, at the very least, that should she become mortal she could die and rest in peace.”
𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫
[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.
- Rooted - General Gaia is incredibly aware of the weather around her, she reads the wind and is able to predict the weather pattern for the next twenty-four hours. She is incredibly perceptive of other signs as well such as animal migration, disturbance in Fauna or other natural indicators of destruction or imbalance.
- Champion - Combat Being the youngest champion of the Longear tribe since Artemis herself, Gaia is no push over. Her archery skills are some of the best of the entire clan and she is an incredible combatant that shows no signs of slowing down in growing.
- Animal Handling - General (2 Skills combined into 1) Gaia ever since she was a child is incredibly in tuned with the Fauna of the world. When she was just five she was nearly adopted by a pack of wolves and a brown bear. She can soothe an animal into allowing her to get close and hunts in this fashion typically. Singing and drawing animals closer and killing them swiftly and painlessly. She is incredibly talented in handling animals and reading them and has even begun to train a small wolf pup named Hoa.
- Hunting - Survival
See above - Charismatic - General While Gaia does have difficult reading situations, she is very charismatic. This is primarily because of her fairly stunning appearance and talented nature. She is well known by most and her singing voice is particularly alluring she just seems to be ‘out of this world’ in a way. She also has a large amount of pull within the tribe itself. Greatly respected by its members as she has lived her life for the tribe.
- Amazonian - Combat Gaia is in peak condition for a woman her age and size. She looks downright intimidating and she punches as strong and well as a full grown man, if not stronger. Due to the fact that she has grown to control her muscles with a fine tune that many cannot accomplish. She is often stronger than she is given credit for.
[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.
Life Force: 15/15
Yggdrasil : Weakest Abilities
Everything, in perfect harmony, that is my dream.
Nature's Minne: Gaia's singing voice sooths everyone who hears it. Passively, a simple whistled tune can even help someone drift off to sleep, at most if she were to actively sing during combat she could cause an opponent to overlook something, being lulled into a sense of security
:Life's Kiss Gaia rooting herself into life itself, can kiss someone and cure and light wound that may be present on them. The kiss must be sustained for five seconds to take effect, however.
:Life's Kiss Gaia rooting herself into life itself, can kiss someone and cure and light wound that may be present on them. The kiss must be sustained for five seconds to take effect, however.
Blessing of the Earth: Gaia can give herself or another a much higher roll as far as animal handling and soothing animals by utilising this ability. It is a blessing that must be cast before the aforementioned roll however.
The Stream of Life: Moderate Ability
Even a mountain in the way of a stream will be worn down and filled with holes, all the small stream needs is time.
Breath of the Wild: Gaia is able to withstand any and all exposure. She still needs oxygen, water, and food to survive but no temperature can affect her in this state save for immediately adverse effects like fire on the skin and plunging herself well below sub-zero temperatures, this can last from sunrise to sunrise.
Refulgent Creation: Gaia can summon to her side up to three animals that are native to the area she is in. She does this by imbuing her life force into the area she in and the beings are created. These animals are loyal to Gaia and can follow basic commands.
Cain: Remembering the moment she felt betrayal for the first time, Gaia whispers a phrase into the ear of a target. That person will then distrust whosoever was named. A full name is required and while they will deeply distrust that person, what happens afterwards is left completely up to whoever is affected by this ability. They cannot immediately shake off their distrust, however.
Refulgent Creation: Gaia can summon to her side up to three animals that are native to the area she is in. She does this by imbuing her life force into the area she in and the beings are created. These animals are loyal to Gaia and can follow basic commands.
Cain: Remembering the moment she felt betrayal for the first time, Gaia whispers a phrase into the ear of a target. That person will then distrust whosoever was named. A full name is required and while they will deeply distrust that person, what happens afterwards is left completely up to whoever is affected by this ability. They cannot immediately shake off their distrust, however.
Genesis: Strongest Ability
Life is not beautiful, or pure, because it lasts. It is beautiful because you get to experience it.
Burden of the Daughter: Gaia gains limitless strength. However, this only applies to burdens. She can carry any weight, lift any weight, receive any weight, but she can't simply punch with infinite strength - even though she could lift a tree from the Earth and carry any amount of weight. She can also not swing something that is massively heavy as if it were a simple baseball bat. However, she can move it fairly effortlessly while this ability is active. If something is thrown with this ability it will drop immediately.
Tears of the Mother: Using this ability Gaia's tears can bring forth entire lake's worth of water. As soon as the tear hits the ground it expands rapidly creating an entire lakebed. Anyone caught within this radius is under immense threat of being dragged beneath the surface by the ensuing rapid filling of the lake and thrown about by the current.
Soul of the Creator: Placing a single fingertip into the earth Gaia creates gigantic fauna and flora sprouting forth creating a forest unlike any other. Pure unbridled creation, even mythical creatures can be born from this forest.
However, upon its creation the earth is riddled with these gigiantic roots and anyone in the surrounding area will be pulled into the earth by these gigantic roots, killing them. This ability will leave a forest that could survive thousands of years. Covering a massive area. The lethal range of this ability is, however, only in a two hundred foot radius around Gaia, including, of course Gaia herself. It should be mentioned that while the lethal range of this ability is two hundred metres, the forest itself will grow to nearly 100 acres over time. Constantly expanding.
Tears of the Mother: Using this ability Gaia's tears can bring forth entire lake's worth of water. As soon as the tear hits the ground it expands rapidly creating an entire lakebed. Anyone caught within this radius is under immense threat of being dragged beneath the surface by the ensuing rapid filling of the lake and thrown about by the current.
Soul of the Creator: Placing a single fingertip into the earth Gaia creates gigantic fauna and flora sprouting forth creating a forest unlike any other. Pure unbridled creation, even mythical creatures can be born from this forest.
However, upon its creation the earth is riddled with these gigiantic roots and anyone in the surrounding area will be pulled into the earth by these gigantic roots, killing them. This ability will leave a forest that could survive thousands of years. Covering a massive area. The lethal range of this ability is, however, only in a two hundred foot radius around Gaia, including, of course Gaia herself. It should be mentioned that while the lethal range of this ability is two hundred metres, the forest itself will grow to nearly 100 acres over time. Constantly expanding.
[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
A skinning knife
Bow and Arrows
A Tomahawk
Hoa a one year old Wolf
Small amount of currency
A sigil denoting Giaa as the champion of the Longear Tribe
[ ⍚ ] O T H E R
Colour Code: other information.
[ ⍚ ] R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Awaiting RRA
⍚ Fæla (fae * la) ⥥ 19 ⥥ Female ⥥ Demisexual ⍚
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"There’s something spectacular about knowing you’re missing something, but also spectacularly depressing."
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𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩
[ ⍚ ] A P P E A R A N C E
”Fæla is a mere five feet two inches, standing shorter than most people her age, however she has a look about her that would stop most in their tracks. Her eyes are fierce and the lines around her face are like the lay lines of the very earth itself. It appears at a glance that she has seen too much or this world already at the brisk age of 19. In that way, her eyes do somewhat look tired. But not as though they are ready for a momentary sleep. More as though they are ready for a release. From this plane, from this life, from too many things to count. She has a dreariness about her that doesn’t escape most encounters.
She has bright green eyes that would surprise most. As they stand out so glaringly amongst her olive complexion. She has a deep but thin scar running diagonally along her nose that is somewhat difficult to make out, mostly due to its thinness. She has sandy brown hair that reaches her chin, so as to keep out of her way should anything escalate. She was raised to be ready, though she doesn’t have much experience with fisticuffs, she is a shaman. She has some been taught in the ways of some offensive magic, though most of it is incredibly weak and relying on a source of natural magick. Which would naturally bring one to her earrings. They are a bright emerald green, quite like her eyes. While they do look fairly similar to one another, it would take a Shaman to notice the difference. The left earring is a slightly different shade of green, closer in hue to a turquoise, but only slightly. The left itself contains a healing magick contained from a spring within a magical subsection of the forests. While the right contains a spell which will escalate the growth of foliage rapidly, a more defensive technique.
Fæla speaks in a low, rather flat tone most of the time. However she isn’t a robot. She feels emotions like everyone else, most of the time she just chooses not to outwardly express it. As such she often comes across as disinterested and uncaring her rigid facial features only complement this opinion. Though she has been known to show a great deal of respect to those who have earned it, affording them a few smiles here and there. Fæla is uncertain often about how to go about interacting with others and often has a rather unfriendly posture and way about her during conversation, not making direct eye contact and speaking in short sentences.
Her mark is. In truth, her scar. Beginning on the bridge of her nose, more and more lacerations over her body before fully consuming her, looking as though she has suffered a complete body-wide devastation, suffering many of the deep but thin scars all across her body. These show up predominantly on her back, shoulders, calves and face.
She has bright green eyes that would surprise most. As they stand out so glaringly amongst her olive complexion. She has a deep but thin scar running diagonally along her nose that is somewhat difficult to make out, mostly due to its thinness. She has sandy brown hair that reaches her chin, so as to keep out of her way should anything escalate. She was raised to be ready, though she doesn’t have much experience with fisticuffs, she is a shaman. She has some been taught in the ways of some offensive magic, though most of it is incredibly weak and relying on a source of natural magick. Which would naturally bring one to her earrings. They are a bright emerald green, quite like her eyes. While they do look fairly similar to one another, it would take a Shaman to notice the difference. The left earring is a slightly different shade of green, closer in hue to a turquoise, but only slightly. The left itself contains a healing magick contained from a spring within a magical subsection of the forests. While the right contains a spell which will escalate the growth of foliage rapidly, a more defensive technique.
Fæla speaks in a low, rather flat tone most of the time. However she isn’t a robot. She feels emotions like everyone else, most of the time she just chooses not to outwardly express it. As such she often comes across as disinterested and uncaring her rigid facial features only complement this opinion. Though she has been known to show a great deal of respect to those who have earned it, affording them a few smiles here and there. Fæla is uncertain often about how to go about interacting with others and often has a rather unfriendly posture and way about her during conversation, not making direct eye contact and speaking in short sentences.
Her mark is. In truth, her scar. Beginning on the bridge of her nose, more and more lacerations over her body before fully consuming her, looking as though she has suffered a complete body-wide devastation, suffering many of the deep but thin scars all across her body. These show up predominantly on her back, shoulders, calves and face.
[ ⍚ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
" Fæla is a no-nonsense kind of woman. She rarely finds herself interacting with others because of a want, rather she interacts with them out of necessity. As such, she can come across as very informed, knowing very much about a topic before further questioning about it. However, on the off chance Fæla is uneducated about a topic and speaking to someone who knows what they’re talking about she is respectful and attentive. If one were to strike up conversation with her it would fully depend on where she was and what was happening at the time to gauge her reactions. For example, at a tribe gathering, it is an expected consequence and she would entertain the conversation, remaining rather polite. However, if someone were to approach her during her studies of the arcane or another time of focus, she would not entertain the thought.
Fæla, unsurprisingly perhaps has a slightly more wicked side to her. Often choosing whether to help someone based on whether or not it is helpful to her or not. There is a slight compunction to this however, as if a situation is life or death, Fæla has a hard time resisting helping the victim. This is notable due to the fact that she doesn’t like the feeling of compassion she gets. She doesn’t understand why people perform noble deeds, and yet she has been the performer of quite a few over time. Above all else, however, Fæla will always fall back on the conviction that the cycle of this planet will reset any imbalance.
Fæla views the arcane as what should be the most dominant field of study for this world’s people. Able to create incredible results with even a beginner’s knowledge only proves this more. As such Fæla has devoted her life to uncovering everything she can about the magic that surrounds this world. Becoming something of a master in the field. However, to say that she is a master in the field of which many do not even know exists is not saying much. Of course, that isn’t to say she is uneducated, but it has required a lot of risks gaining the knowledge and experience she has. "
Fæla, unsurprisingly perhaps has a slightly more wicked side to her. Often choosing whether to help someone based on whether or not it is helpful to her or not. There is a slight compunction to this however, as if a situation is life or death, Fæla has a hard time resisting helping the victim. This is notable due to the fact that she doesn’t like the feeling of compassion she gets. She doesn’t understand why people perform noble deeds, and yet she has been the performer of quite a few over time. Above all else, however, Fæla will always fall back on the conviction that the cycle of this planet will reset any imbalance.
Fæla views the arcane as what should be the most dominant field of study for this world’s people. Able to create incredible results with even a beginner’s knowledge only proves this more. As such Fæla has devoted her life to uncovering everything she can about the magic that surrounds this world. Becoming something of a master in the field. However, to say that she is a master in the field of which many do not even know exists is not saying much. Of course, that isn’t to say she is uneducated, but it has required a lot of risks gaining the knowledge and experience she has. "
[ ⍚ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Fæla, from a young age felt as though she was on the cusp of discovering something massive. While she has already made leaps and bounds into the fields of the arcane and magick in general, she has yet to truly discover what this means for the greater world at large. Especially considering she has little to no idea who she is.
See, Fæla feels as though she isn’t supposed to be where she is, but she has no idea what spurs these feelings and paradoxically at her most relaxed and sensible she feels the strongest about this. Still, through all of her studies she is simply a girl, a girl who may know a lot about a world not many do. But one day she will die just like anyone else put on this earth and she isn’t special in that regard.
This is something that Fæla has had a hard time coming to grips with and has kept her up plenty of nights. Thinking about how she can possibly make her life mean something. She isn’t even sure what she wants it to mean, after all – what could one as small as her on a scale as magical and cosmic as the world she assuredly lives in truly do? Could it be true that the flapping wings of a butterfly could one day create a hurricane? Had she already done something so grand? Would she ever know if she did?
These were the questions eight year old Fæla struggled with since she saw the stars at night and the wisps dancing in the woods. She knew that there was something more to be found in this world. Which is why when she turned ten years old she devoted her life to shamanism. This would be the first time she would venture into the magical section of the woods. Being a young girl in the Abaneki tribe, this was strictly forbade. She was not to enter the forest under any circumstances, lest something terrible should happen to her. Her mother and father were the main source of this ideology, but most of the men in the Abaneki tribe echoed it. They were a prideful man, and as such, they were a protective man. This spurred only more temptation for Fæla. She wanted to know.
The first time Fæla attempted to wander into the forest her father had caught her, and punished her for not listening. He wasn’t a very strict man, punishment was lessons on how to tan a hide and create artwork from that. Fæla was pretty good at creating dreamcatchers. But even that upset her father. She wished it to magically take the bad dreams from your mind, leaving only the good. He felt betrayed. He had done so well at raining her with compassion. And yet here was this rebellious girl, not like the others in the Abaneki tribe, even though it would be so satisfying for her to just conform.
This along with the fact that he had caught her training to fight with an oaken stick. He simply wasn't sure what to do about his daughter. He chastised her day in and day out for her sparring, her insistence on using magic and studying it.
One night, when Fæla was just ten years old she was sent to fetch some water for the evening soup. On her way to the well she met a perimeter guard. He recognized her as the crazy girl who wanted to go into the forest. Not much of a surprise really, the Abaneki were known to fit into their respective roles and Fæla stuck out terribly in that situation. He approached her and asked if she was alright. She didn’t respond, simply walked past him.
“You should follow your heart little one.” He said as Fæla stopped dead in her tracks. The forest was in front of her and the man was behind her. If he was telling the truth…
The bucket hit the ground, while her feet pounded it. She sprinted as quickly as she could until she found herself unaware of where she was. The noises she heard were completely non-descript. Or perhaps they would’ve been rather specific. But it was like entering into a new world once more, she had no idea where she was, what she was hearing, in this forest, everything was possible. She wandered for hours. She met a few spirits who seemed to regard the little girl with interest, though it quickly faded. It was magical.
But by the time she found the exit, there was a mighty light.
The sun.
She had spent all night in the forest, not sure whether or not it had really felt like an entire night. She wasn’t sure.
By the time a search party found her she was the subject of hot debate. A child had wandered into a forbidden section of the forest and come out unscathed. Her father debated long and hard with the head’s of the tribe. A little girl had to be disciplined. She could not be wandering into the forest, what if something had happened? What if she came out scathed?
Why didn’t anything happen?
The heads of the tribe became interested in Fæla climaxing in them allowing her to renter the forest with supervision once she was thirteen. She walked in with two very proud men from the Abaneki tribe. As soon as the noises and sensations came back, alerting her that she was in the forest, the men were gone. Instead, she was alone and she had found herself in a cave. A snake the size of a tree trunk was there with her and it hissed at her with the voice of a woman.
“What bringsss you here little one?”
“I am here because I love it here. Are you a spirit as well?”
“I am…. What did you wish to take from this foressssst?”
“Nothing but experience.”
“Very well, enjoy your ssstay.”
The snake began to slither away before doubling back faster than Fæla could react. “Why shouldn’t I consume you here? You and your lussst for knowledge?”
“There is no reason. But would you rather I returned and learned, or a tribe return and destroy?” Fæla posed the question to the spirit. It hadn’t answered any of her questions up until this point.
Silently it slithered away. Leaving a content Fæla to explore once more. By the time she had returned she felt as though she was on the precipice of learning something great. She had a general understanding of how magic worked in this world, but not how to translate that into using it. Upon exiting the forest, she saw the tribe had gathered at the edge of the forest. Once more she had a gleam in her eyes, but she was completely unscathed. That wasn’t how it had worked out for the two guards. They lied dead at the edge of the forest. She wondered what they told the snake.
The nobles had to deliberate once more.
A girl who could enter the forest and return unharmed? That would be useful. But they had a reputation.
It stayed in this stasis for two more years.
When she was fifteen towards the falls, it was an area that she frequented for bathing purposes, sometimes simply for relaxation as well. When she reached the falls she found a water spirit, glancing into its own reflection. She sat there, still as can be, and she watched as it deliberated upon itself. It couldn’t decide what it wanted from the reflection, or perhaps it couldn’t decide what it was looking at. What its role was in this giant cosmic canvas, perhaps it was like her. In her careful examination of the spirit, she saw it draw something. It was as if the spirit had finger painted into the very water itself. A sigil had formed. Fæla didn’t know how long the spirit would stay, but she needed to find out what that rune was. She waited for two hours before deciding perhaps her presence would scare the spirit off. So she cautiously exited the brush.
The spirit saw her and immediately retreated, but not far enough to be out of sight. Fæla kept a watchful eye on the spirit as she approached the run, dragging her now soaking pants through the water of the falls. She reached the sigil and for a brief second she felt as though her mind had expanded, physically. It was a searing pain, she knew, in that moment what the sigil was. But it was too late, the water reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her in. She struggled against it, but it was as if someone had been holding her down forcefully. She had been gifted with beautiful knowledge of what could be, or what she could learn further. But she felt her body forcing her to breathe. She would die in these falls, the men of the Abaneki would be proven right. She shouldn’t have wandered out further.
A hand.
She grabbed it, digging her nails into the flesh and letting it pull her up out of the water. By the time she had caught her breath she recognized the man. It was the same one who had told her that night to follow her dreams, the first time she had gone into the forest when she was a child. He smiled at her, she choked and hit the ground, gasping to refill her blood with oxygen. She knew.
She immediately scrawled a design into the mud as some other tribe guards ran up. The mud shot up, in a small almost ball like form and landed back on the ground. Many things happened in that instant. Silence fell over everyone in the falls. Fæla felt as though she had just exercised a muscle that was dormant her entire life, and a new Shaman was elected for the Abaneki tribe.
Word quickly spread about the sixteen year old Shaman of the Abaneki tribe. Now she is headed to the gathering. Technically speaking she must also take part in a coming of age ceremony now that she has reached 19 years old.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
See, Fæla feels as though she isn’t supposed to be where she is, but she has no idea what spurs these feelings and paradoxically at her most relaxed and sensible she feels the strongest about this. Still, through all of her studies she is simply a girl, a girl who may know a lot about a world not many do. But one day she will die just like anyone else put on this earth and she isn’t special in that regard.
This is something that Fæla has had a hard time coming to grips with and has kept her up plenty of nights. Thinking about how she can possibly make her life mean something. She isn’t even sure what she wants it to mean, after all – what could one as small as her on a scale as magical and cosmic as the world she assuredly lives in truly do? Could it be true that the flapping wings of a butterfly could one day create a hurricane? Had she already done something so grand? Would she ever know if she did?
These were the questions eight year old Fæla struggled with since she saw the stars at night and the wisps dancing in the woods. She knew that there was something more to be found in this world. Which is why when she turned ten years old she devoted her life to shamanism. This would be the first time she would venture into the magical section of the woods. Being a young girl in the Abaneki tribe, this was strictly forbade. She was not to enter the forest under any circumstances, lest something terrible should happen to her. Her mother and father were the main source of this ideology, but most of the men in the Abaneki tribe echoed it. They were a prideful man, and as such, they were a protective man. This spurred only more temptation for Fæla. She wanted to know.
The first time Fæla attempted to wander into the forest her father had caught her, and punished her for not listening. He wasn’t a very strict man, punishment was lessons on how to tan a hide and create artwork from that. Fæla was pretty good at creating dreamcatchers. But even that upset her father. She wished it to magically take the bad dreams from your mind, leaving only the good. He felt betrayed. He had done so well at raining her with compassion. And yet here was this rebellious girl, not like the others in the Abaneki tribe, even though it would be so satisfying for her to just conform.
This along with the fact that he had caught her training to fight with an oaken stick. He simply wasn't sure what to do about his daughter. He chastised her day in and day out for her sparring, her insistence on using magic and studying it.
One night, when Fæla was just ten years old she was sent to fetch some water for the evening soup. On her way to the well she met a perimeter guard. He recognized her as the crazy girl who wanted to go into the forest. Not much of a surprise really, the Abaneki were known to fit into their respective roles and Fæla stuck out terribly in that situation. He approached her and asked if she was alright. She didn’t respond, simply walked past him.
“You should follow your heart little one.” He said as Fæla stopped dead in her tracks. The forest was in front of her and the man was behind her. If he was telling the truth…
The bucket hit the ground, while her feet pounded it. She sprinted as quickly as she could until she found herself unaware of where she was. The noises she heard were completely non-descript. Or perhaps they would’ve been rather specific. But it was like entering into a new world once more, she had no idea where she was, what she was hearing, in this forest, everything was possible. She wandered for hours. She met a few spirits who seemed to regard the little girl with interest, though it quickly faded. It was magical.
But by the time she found the exit, there was a mighty light.
The sun.
She had spent all night in the forest, not sure whether or not it had really felt like an entire night. She wasn’t sure.
By the time a search party found her she was the subject of hot debate. A child had wandered into a forbidden section of the forest and come out unscathed. Her father debated long and hard with the head’s of the tribe. A little girl had to be disciplined. She could not be wandering into the forest, what if something had happened? What if she came out scathed?
Why didn’t anything happen?
The heads of the tribe became interested in Fæla climaxing in them allowing her to renter the forest with supervision once she was thirteen. She walked in with two very proud men from the Abaneki tribe. As soon as the noises and sensations came back, alerting her that she was in the forest, the men were gone. Instead, she was alone and she had found herself in a cave. A snake the size of a tree trunk was there with her and it hissed at her with the voice of a woman.
“What bringsss you here little one?”
“I am here because I love it here. Are you a spirit as well?”
“I am…. What did you wish to take from this foressssst?”
“Nothing but experience.”
“Very well, enjoy your ssstay.”
The snake began to slither away before doubling back faster than Fæla could react. “Why shouldn’t I consume you here? You and your lussst for knowledge?”
“There is no reason. But would you rather I returned and learned, or a tribe return and destroy?” Fæla posed the question to the spirit. It hadn’t answered any of her questions up until this point.
Silently it slithered away. Leaving a content Fæla to explore once more. By the time she had returned she felt as though she was on the precipice of learning something great. She had a general understanding of how magic worked in this world, but not how to translate that into using it. Upon exiting the forest, she saw the tribe had gathered at the edge of the forest. Once more she had a gleam in her eyes, but she was completely unscathed. That wasn’t how it had worked out for the two guards. They lied dead at the edge of the forest. She wondered what they told the snake.
The nobles had to deliberate once more.
A girl who could enter the forest and return unharmed? That would be useful. But they had a reputation.
It stayed in this stasis for two more years.
When she was fifteen towards the falls, it was an area that she frequented for bathing purposes, sometimes simply for relaxation as well. When she reached the falls she found a water spirit, glancing into its own reflection. She sat there, still as can be, and she watched as it deliberated upon itself. It couldn’t decide what it wanted from the reflection, or perhaps it couldn’t decide what it was looking at. What its role was in this giant cosmic canvas, perhaps it was like her. In her careful examination of the spirit, she saw it draw something. It was as if the spirit had finger painted into the very water itself. A sigil had formed. Fæla didn’t know how long the spirit would stay, but she needed to find out what that rune was. She waited for two hours before deciding perhaps her presence would scare the spirit off. So she cautiously exited the brush.
The spirit saw her and immediately retreated, but not far enough to be out of sight. Fæla kept a watchful eye on the spirit as she approached the run, dragging her now soaking pants through the water of the falls. She reached the sigil and for a brief second she felt as though her mind had expanded, physically. It was a searing pain, she knew, in that moment what the sigil was. But it was too late, the water reached up and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her in. She struggled against it, but it was as if someone had been holding her down forcefully. She had been gifted with beautiful knowledge of what could be, or what she could learn further. But she felt her body forcing her to breathe. She would die in these falls, the men of the Abaneki would be proven right. She shouldn’t have wandered out further.
A hand.
She grabbed it, digging her nails into the flesh and letting it pull her up out of the water. By the time she had caught her breath she recognized the man. It was the same one who had told her that night to follow her dreams, the first time she had gone into the forest when she was a child. He smiled at her, she choked and hit the ground, gasping to refill her blood with oxygen. She knew.
She immediately scrawled a design into the mud as some other tribe guards ran up. The mud shot up, in a small almost ball like form and landed back on the ground. Many things happened in that instant. Silence fell over everyone in the falls. Fæla felt as though she had just exercised a muscle that was dormant her entire life, and a new Shaman was elected for the Abaneki tribe.
Word quickly spread about the sixteen year old Shaman of the Abaneki tribe. Now she is headed to the gathering. Technically speaking she must also take part in a coming of age ceremony now that she has reached 19 years old.
Memories Retained: Ignore for now
𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩
⍚ Aeterna ⥥ Law, Order, Restriction ⥥ Female ⥥ Homosexual ⍚
DARK GOD
“That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we are wise
Her bandages hides two festering sores
That once perhaps were eyes.”
[ ⍚ ] GO D L Y A P P E A R A N C E
Aeterna is a confusing goddess to look upon. At a first glance one would immediately note her very human appearance. Standing only at five foot eight inches. Of course, she does sport a rather interesting set of armour. Seemingly battle-worn and steel in nature, it’s scrapes and cuts look absolutely radiant in the light, as if each bump and indention was a glorious medal from a fight gone by. Her shimmering lilac eyes are all too piercing, seeing you for as less than a metric, as an amalgamation of beliefs and choices you have made. She carries with her a tall spear, taller even than herself. She has a heavy blonde braid that is pushed down her right shoulder and ends past her hip, seemingly made of sunlight it too shines with any amount of light that graces it.
She is flanked by two knights. One of whom is kind, he has a shield and sword with him, he wishes to protect the innocent. The other knight holds with him a broadsword. Heavy, and rusted, it has seen the insides of too many a man to be truly called a weapon of self-defense. Those who wonder long enough who the third knight is and where he stands are either very lucky or have that as there final thoughts.
She is flanked by two knights. One of whom is kind, he has a shield and sword with him, he wishes to protect the innocent. The other knight holds with him a broadsword. Heavy, and rusted, it has seen the insides of too many a man to be truly called a weapon of self-defense. Those who wonder long enough who the third knight is and where he stands are either very lucky or have that as there final thoughts.
[ ⍚ ] K N O W N F O R
- A goddess that many are confused about. How can a malevolent goddess like Aeterna rule the domain of law, let alone order? She has many supporters despite her mythological status as a dark goddess due to this confusion.
- Many who fear death fear facing her for their actions in life. She is known, somewhat, as a gatekeeper of sorts. Though many consider the fact that if you see her, she wanted to see you. Which is very bad.
- The symbolism of a woman flanked by two knights, one apathetic and the other vitriolic is common iconography for law and order.
- Many who fear death fear facing her for their actions in life. She is known, somewhat, as a gatekeeper of sorts. Though many consider the fact that if you see her, she wanted to see you. Which is very bad.
- The symbolism of a woman flanked by two knights, one apathetic and the other vitriolic is common iconography for law and order.
[ ⍚ ] F O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y
Aeterna is a dark god whose domain is held in high regards to the common-folk. This has created a dangerous strength in her number of worshippers and general knowledge of her. Her status as a dark goddess unknown to humans, however some of the older generations may remember a tale of Aeterna that serves as a reminder of her morality.
A man wandered into Aeterna’s court, he was sullen, surprised, yet quiet and sad. She asked him what he had done and he took a few moments to answer. He had left his mother to die. Surely an easy crime, but Aeterna was nothing if not thorough.
“Where did you leave your mother for dead?” Her voice quietly boomed.
“In the desert.” The man said not lifting his head to meet the goddesses gaze. He knew not that this was a commonality amongst the guiltiest of guests in her court. Not something that surprised Aeterna one bit.
“Then tell me your tale.” Aeterna decreed, and so he began.
“I was a soldier, I fought to keep my family safe, to keep my land safe. I fought to protect never to kill. Yet it is not the bravest and most noble that win at the end of the eve. It was those who were willing to take demons upon their hearts, to beg for a dark victory, as surely it was better than a loss. It was them that forced my people into the desert. We were seven hundred with food for two hundred. Many of the soldiers decided to turn back, either bargaining for their lives or attempting to fight back into the city. Pray tell what came of them, for I have no idea.”
“They were slaughtered, all of them.” Aeterna said with not a trickle of emotion disturbing the calm waters of her voice.
“I thought that may’ve been the case.” The soldier said.
“Continue.”
“We few who stayed with the women in children were given enough food and water to be healtyh, but before long the weak of heart grew weak of body and their hearts became corrupt with the thirst. Attempting to steal the water… They too had to be purged, like the ones who had come upon our town, the ones who let demons into their hearts. T’was not long before we found ourselves nearly empty on supplies, my mother told me to leave her, to save more children for they had brighter tomorrows and many more of them at that.”
“So I did.”
“I thank you for your honesty, dear solider. I will not leave you guilty for abandoning your mother, an elderly woman should get to choose the method of her own death and if deprivation was her answer, so be it.”
“Thank you, my goddess.”
“I am not yours to behold solider. I find you guilty of waging war, practicing wrath, and slaughtering the youth of another nation. You will join the other soldiers who fought to save your city. Now begone.”
A solemn tale to be sure. It reminds us that while justice may be necessary, in hands too pure or too obsessed it can be a necessary evil, when it need not be at all.
A man wandered into Aeterna’s court, he was sullen, surprised, yet quiet and sad. She asked him what he had done and he took a few moments to answer. He had left his mother to die. Surely an easy crime, but Aeterna was nothing if not thorough.
“Where did you leave your mother for dead?” Her voice quietly boomed.
“In the desert.” The man said not lifting his head to meet the goddesses gaze. He knew not that this was a commonality amongst the guiltiest of guests in her court. Not something that surprised Aeterna one bit.
“Then tell me your tale.” Aeterna decreed, and so he began.
“I was a soldier, I fought to keep my family safe, to keep my land safe. I fought to protect never to kill. Yet it is not the bravest and most noble that win at the end of the eve. It was those who were willing to take demons upon their hearts, to beg for a dark victory, as surely it was better than a loss. It was them that forced my people into the desert. We were seven hundred with food for two hundred. Many of the soldiers decided to turn back, either bargaining for their lives or attempting to fight back into the city. Pray tell what came of them, for I have no idea.”
“They were slaughtered, all of them.” Aeterna said with not a trickle of emotion disturbing the calm waters of her voice.
“I thought that may’ve been the case.” The soldier said.
“Continue.”
“We few who stayed with the women in children were given enough food and water to be healtyh, but before long the weak of heart grew weak of body and their hearts became corrupt with the thirst. Attempting to steal the water… They too had to be purged, like the ones who had come upon our town, the ones who let demons into their hearts. T’was not long before we found ourselves nearly empty on supplies, my mother told me to leave her, to save more children for they had brighter tomorrows and many more of them at that.”
“So I did.”
“I thank you for your honesty, dear solider. I will not leave you guilty for abandoning your mother, an elderly woman should get to choose the method of her own death and if deprivation was her answer, so be it.”
“Thank you, my goddess.”
“I am not yours to behold solider. I find you guilty of waging war, practicing wrath, and slaughtering the youth of another nation. You will join the other soldiers who fought to save your city. Now begone.”
A solemn tale to be sure. It reminds us that while justice may be necessary, in hands too pure or too obsessed it can be a necessary evil, when it need not be at all.
𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫
[ ⍚ ] S K I L L S E T
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.
- Magical Awareness - Survival Fæla is incredibly aware of magical beings and the tracks they may leave. Easily able to track the arcane like a hunter may track a wild animal. She, of course cannot hunt wild animals as she is no-hunter. But she will easily recognize signs of arcane or magical creatures.
- Walking Stick - Combat Fæla uses a walking stick, which most would consider rather odd for a 19 year old girl. She typically uses a walking stick as a canvas for runes, but past that she uses it for combat similar to fighting with a staff. The walking stick has a certain heft to that easily allows her to deliver a strong concussive force to limbs or the head, easily incapacitating someone. It has a certain amount of surprise, however clashing with an edged weapon is obviously a horrible idea. But a normal steel that isn’t edged wouldn’t completely destroy the walking stick. The one she currently has is oaken.
- Shaman - General Fæla may not know much about magic in the way that someone could learn history. But she knows it like she knows how to breathe. She has garnered an innate understanding that X will lead to Y as far as magic is concerned and her intuition when based on Magic is often times incredibly accurate, even if she can't adequately explain her thinking. This is primarily due to her interaction with magic first hand and prolonged exposure to it.
- Awe-Inspiring – General While Fæla doesn’t show it off much, she is actually an incredible public speaker. She can speak to groups rather well due to the systematic and calculating way in which she observers conversation and human emotion.
- Arcanist – General/Combat When a rune is created, it is bound to your character's magic. The basic jist of this is that, once placed, the effectiveness is taken from your character's state and dedication to the magic - e.g. how long she spent forming the rune, any rare reagents she gathered to imbue it with, what her concerntration is like at key points in time, her lifeforce)
What this means: A rune you've flung together in one post isn't going to last as long or be as powerful as one you carefully created over weeks, travelled to the four corners of the realm to gather rare reagents for, and then got five people for 24 hours to cast together after fasting for a week and doing purification rituals. So, this means you can, as a player, invest the amount of time, effort and danger into a rune based on your situation. Helping a farmer's ewe give birth safely? probably not going to need more then a paragraph. Preparing for the final end RP battle? you can start preparing for it in advance, and decide what amount of danger you're willing to put your character in to do it. Anyway, next point.
Just as someone would get tired from battling, climbing, running, swimming, ect. and become worse at something, so are runes tied to a character's mental fatigue. While it is possible for a rune to decay (e.g. if you leave it alone for a month and come back, it has a high chance to be less potent then before) what I am more interested in is mental fatigue while actively using the rune. e.g. if you placed a warding rune around your camp at night, it would be considered active while it is working. Whereas if you placed a warding rune and then dismantled your camp and decided to camp elsewhere, that rune is dormant if you're not using it, therefore not taking energy to sustain. Kind of like an off/on switch - if the rune is "on", then it's taking some energy to maintain.
Fatigue depends on a few things - a hastily thrown together rune is less resource-efficient then one carefully thought about. Similarly, a powerful rune takes more to maintain then a simple one.
So here are a few example situations - if you're using a combat rune in the heat of battle, and your opponent nearly slits your throat, breaking your concentration for the moment, your runes are less effective for the time it takes for you to get your head back in the game.
Another example - say you were nearly dying in a cave somewhere after being ravaged by wolves, and had a ward rune up. Normally in this situation, the rune would soon fail and you would be set upon by the wolves. However, if you character was dedicating the last of all their mental effort sustaining the rune while they awaited rescue, that's a very different take on the situation.
As for their effect, you can imbue a rune with a property (e.g. defensive, offensive, nature fertility, luck, ect) with some properties being more difficult then others (e.g. luck being harder). They work over an area of effect (larger areas taking more mental resources) and last a period of time, their effectiveness decreasing over time unless Faela does regular maintenance on them (which is easier/cheaper then making a rune from scratch, but still requires some effort and sometimes resources depending on the nature of the rune) Since every rune will basically be unique they'll each have their own roll tables based on how they were setup, Faela's situation ect. and because of this they are in some ways a chaotic form of magic, their use never always being exactly what you expect. But their reliability increases with effort used to create them.
[ ⍚ ] A B I L I T I E S
These will unlock as we continue.
Life Force: 20/20
Innocence: Weakest Ability
I hereby judge you innocent, free to pursue your earthly desires and create memories once again.
Swift Hand: Decreases the amount of time it takes to create a rune, allows their creation to be more specific.
Arraignment: Fæla is able to draw magick from the world, boosting all of her physical aspects and creating a feeling similar to being at peak physicality. However, it should be noted that this does not create combat experience where Fæla notably possesses none.
Decree: Fæla can order a creature of lesser intelligence, like an animal, to take a simple action that they must complete if physically possible. Technically speaking, if it is something that someone would typically do, it could work on them. Small children may also be susceptible. If the command can no longer be completed or there is substantial risk to the creature/child, the hold on the creature or child is broken. The decree will wear off naturally after a period of time.
Guilty: Moderate Ability
I have found you guilty, I am sorry for whatever possessed you to make the decisions you have – but truly, this world is better off. Begone.
Grand Jury: Fæla can create a permanent telepathic link between a group of up to six people. It works similarly to speaking, one must choose to communicate through this method, but you cannot choose not to hear someone speaking through this method.
Cross Examination: Fæla is able to activate this ability, which will summon her two knights to her side. She must ask three questions. Two answers will be true and one will be a lie. These questions can be anything and the knights, if telling the truth will give an in depth answer.
Arraignment: Fæla is able to draw magick from the world, boosting all of her physical aspects and creating a feeling similar to being at peak physicality. However, it should be noted that this does not create combat experience where Fæla notably possesses none.
Decree: Fæla can order a creature of lesser intelligence, like an animal, to take a simple action that they must complete if physically possible. Technically speaking, if it is something that someone would typically do, it could work on them. Small children may also be susceptible. If the command can no longer be completed or there is substantial risk to the creature/child, the hold on the creature or child is broken. The decree will wear off naturally after a period of time.
Guilty: Moderate Ability
I have found you guilty, I am sorry for whatever possessed you to make the decisions you have – but truly, this world is better off. Begone.
Hearsay: Shielding herself and potentially others, Fæla absorbs a magical attack dispersing it as magick back into the world. This of course has drastic, direct, and immediate effects on the environment as flora and fauna alike will experience a boom like no other, rapidly triggering growth and potentially even evolution. It should be noted that while this can block magical attacks, there are two exceptions. If the attack contains any physical component that will not be absorbed, and secondly, she cannot block attacks that consume more life force than this ability. Only the same and lesser life force abilities can be blocked effectively.
Grand Jury: Fæla can create a permanent telepathic link between a group of up to six people. It works similarly to speaking, one must choose to communicate through this method, but you cannot choose not to hear someone speaking through this method.
Cross Examination: Fæla is able to activate this ability, which will summon her two knights to her side. She must ask three questions. Two answers will be true and one will be a lie. These questions can be anything and the knights, if telling the truth will give an in depth answer.
Contempt: Strongest Ability
I will hold you in contempt. Please prepare to meet the third knight and your ultimate end. This is everything you will experience for the rest of time. Goodbye.
The Third Knight: Fæla taking the place of the third knight summons her holy lance, able to pierce even steel, trees and most things. Fæla must announce the names of those she wishes to kill or injure with this weapon, else the weapon will not strike them but go right through the target’s body.
Deposition: By calling upon the arcane lay lines of the world, requiring a specific incantation depending on the element being required. Fæla gains some elemental manipulation for a short amount of time. This should be noted to be manipulation. She can only manipulate that which is already there. This could be as strong as controlling the tide, possibly creating an undertow to pull someone underneath, throw flame from a torch at someone, force rain to storm down upon one person . This ability however cannot affect plants as they are not elements, they are living organisms. This limits Fæla to water, fire, and sand/dirt/stone. This ability can last for a day.
Verdict: Fæla channeling her entire life force, ending her own life can instill an absolute truth on one person. The only thing she cannot do is bend the laws of physics. She can cause someone to fall in love with another, give someone a deadly disease, create the best fighter someone has ever seen, make someone the luckiest person possible and so on/so forth.
Deposition: By calling upon the arcane lay lines of the world, requiring a specific incantation depending on the element being required. Fæla gains some elemental manipulation for a short amount of time. This should be noted to be manipulation. She can only manipulate that which is already there. This could be as strong as controlling the tide, possibly creating an undertow to pull someone underneath, throw flame from a torch at someone, force rain to storm down upon one person . This ability however cannot affect plants as they are not elements, they are living organisms. This limits Fæla to water, fire, and sand/dirt/stone. This ability can last for a day.
Verdict: Fæla channeling her entire life force, ending her own life can instill an absolute truth on one person. The only thing she cannot do is bend the laws of physics. She can cause someone to fall in love with another, give someone a deadly disease, create the best fighter someone has ever seen, make someone the luckiest person possible and so on/so forth.
[ ⍚ ] I N V E N T O R Y
Her walking stick with a defensive rune carved into the bottom, nearly impossible to see without actually looking at the bottom of the walking stick.
A Shaman’s kit – basically think healing herbs, and the like for treating magical illness and what have you.
[ ⍚ ] O T H E R
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[ ⍚ ] R E L A T I O N S H I P S
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