PERSONA Name: Herald Tempest Avira Age: 28, December/19/x763 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Ethnicity, Father: Fiorian Ethnicity, Mother:Fiorian Class: Sorcerer Race: Human Rank: D-rank Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Between her shoulderblades Face: Red - Transistor PHYSIQUE Height: 5'8 Weight: 175 Hair: Deep Red Eyes: Bright blue Overall: For someone that spends most of her time inside Herald's skin is surprisingly tan. She's kept herself well groomed, keeping her hair fairly short out of habit more than anything. She prefers to wear assortments of dresses that speak of her monetary wealth but don't flaunt it. She tends to keep outfits that accent her deep red hair and things that will make her eyes pop. She rarely wears overly darker colors prefering summer or spring colors over autum or winter colors. She prefers to dress warmly and tends to try to stay indoors when incliment weather strikes. she's fairly atheltic if not a little on the thinner side. If on the job she tends to try to wear shorter outfits that will let her move more freely. She ussually avoids wearing anything metalic on her body for fear of striking herself with some of her own magic. Extra: Nothing yet. PERSONALITY Personality:
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ATTRIBUTES Distribute 30 points over the attributes below with at least 1 in every Attribute. Strength: 1 Speed: 6 Constitution: 6 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 12 MAGIC Magic Name: Lightning Cradle Magic Element: Lightning Magic Enhancement: Life Steal Magic Description: Lightning cradle is an offensive type magic that is overly aggressive. Relying on heavy use of rapid fire bolts to keep it's owner alive. It tends to reward aggressive thinking and fast reaction times. It generally focuses on solo target spells and very rarely does it keep any form of AOE or defensive abilities. HISTORY History: Born into a family that wished nothing but her ill fate. Born into nothing but the grim truth that they wanted something more, something else. She was never given and nerver gifted a thing. She had to cruely work for everything even as a child while her siblings around her her gifted, given and allowed to do whatever they wanted. It was something that made her hate her family; it made her want nothing to do with them. It was a brutal youth that spoke volumes when they never came to help her; when they never even looked her way. She wasn't given the love that she wanted; she was never given the enjoyment that her siblings got. And for what? Her father was a wide traveling merchant, never home and never caring. Her mother died during childbirth. All she knew were the aunts and uncles that had children of their own that she was tossed in with. The family name Avira meant so little to her as she grew more and more. But she was fierce. She was intelligent. She worked harder than any of them; every scrape and bruise she gained because of her own motivation was what brought respect in droves not from them but from others. By the time she was a teen she already had a healthy respect from those around her. A familial fear that was slowly growing; hindering her success. Until one night she simply left; taking the respect she earned. Taking the breath away from those that she felt wronged her. Finding her way into a cell time and time again; from stealing, from hurting, from murder, from the weeping blood. But she fought and clawed her way from the damnnation that the world seemed to want to force her into. She broke backs, she throttled worlds. She crushed those in her way with nary but a word. No she crushed them with HER effort. Without her family. Without the pain of having to look behind her. She built up those around her to never have to look back. Those that she left behind were nothing to her and they wouldn't hinder her. Those that she worked with were the ones that she truly called family. Those that worked under her would find her far more forgiving than the cackling maniac some knew her as. She was brutal, she was cruel, she was unrelenting. But she was caring, she was kind, she was forgiving. Her intense passion to grow forward was that what drove others to her, that had them flock underneath her. It let her do more and more; it let her grow in ways that not all could. It let her understand what was the real worth of the world. Where she truly had to go. To the underbelly and beyond would she work with. Barely legal in any sense of the word. Yet she strove forth in her creation; in her mind what was the best in the world. With finnesse and fashion, with her heart hidden behind a cage and walls that none shall break. With a smile and nary but a word. Would she evolve to survive in a world so cold. Reference: N/A |
Herald Avira
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