Post by Kittywhite on Jun 9, 2012 2:06:02 GMT -8
Character name: Coreen
Race: Human?
Age: 19
Likes: Cashews, berries, juice
Dislikes: Forests
Personality: Mistrusting, yet sweet to friends.
Brief History: Past mountainous lands of ice and snow that boarder a corner of War, and into the hilly desert was a great city of stone. It prospered thanks to the magical roots found in nearly all the families that made up the population there. The children grew in a boarding school of sorts, training these gifts from a young age. Coreen, sported very little in these gifts. Many were given dominion over one major element, with only tiny traces of power in anything else. Coreen exhibited no specialty, she was bad at it all. After a nightmarish night, things changed. Thought still incredibly weak, the girl who now held no voice grew so much potential in many of the elements. Years and years passed, until another disaster. Although now unsure of what happened after years of trying to forget, Coreen knows only of the pain in her heart, and of her exile from the lands she called home. Traveling through the intense cold , now the woman arrives atop the mighty mountains, with the land of War set as her next destination.
Weapons and Abilities: The woman carries a single staff of oak, with a fist-sized emerald embedded near the top. Though incredibly unskilled in melee combat, the staff is surprisingly resilient as a defensive measure.
Unusually skilled amongst her peers in the fields of magic, Coreen controls the influence of fire, water, ice, and stone or earth. She had attempted in her time before the lands of War to learn forms of summoning, nature, and healing to little avail. The only thing to come through was healing, although relatively basic, the process is slow and leaves the woman drained for hours afterwards.
The power she has occasionally "overloads", becoming explosive and nigh uncontrollable.
Appearance:
Coreen wears a cloak of gray, lined with a boarder of purple. It is brought together at the neck via a black rose. Although hidden underneath the hood of this cloak, strands of dark purple that peek out show that it is likely just below the shoulder-blades in length. A glow of piercing green eyes shine out from under the hood of the cloak. Coreen wears heavy brown boots, baggy black pants held tight by a similarly colored sash, and a gray-black shirt.
Storms of sand thundered down upon the massive city of stone and wood. Huddled together inside a hall of one of the largest of the buildings were at least a hundred people. The ones brought together all wore similar clothing. Simple robes of gray with purple lining the edges gave the people a uniform look. Outside of the huddle stood five older figures, wearing robes of varied colors and magnificent patterns.
Lyndon like many of those around him, stared at the five major professors. They stood in their own circle, whispering and occasionally looking out upon the students. Shaking his head slowly, Lyndon returned his gaze to his friends and joined in hoarse whispers amongst them.
"Of course they are trying to figure out what is happening!", The nasally voice came from a twig of a boy. Pushing his glasses up as they began to slide down his long freckled nose, the boy named Cane continued, "We all know this storm is unnatural already, Fredric. What else would the elders be talking about, besides how to stop this eternal sand from falling?"
The heavier set boy with short, curly red hair sat with legs crossed and nodded reluctantly. "It isn't that I don't agree with you. It is just...how do they not know how to stop it?!" Fredric raised his arms, illustrating the excitement in his voice as it rose, "This storm has to be magically influenced! The elders must know how to make it stop, and just aren't!"
A girl with shoulder-length silver hair scoffed as she folded her robes over her shoulders. She shook her head, and stared Fredric in the eye. Her words were rather sharp, for an old friend. "You honestly believe our teachers would not stop this if they knew how, Fredric? Stop with the conspiracies before someone believes you mean them, and gets you expelled!"
His eyes flashed a bit of surprise, and he sat there for a moment, flabbergasted. Again, he nodded. "..Right, Justine." Lyndon piped in as he scooted in closer to his friends. "Now, now. I am sure it all will be better in time.." He nudged the girl beside him who had remained quiet up until this point. She had been rubbing the thin scar that went along her throat, seemingly deep in thought. It worried him at times "Right, Coreen?"
The girl looked up suddenly, and glanced around in a surprised manner. She nodded after a moment. Strands of long purple hair fell in front of her face as she did. Brushing them back, Coreen settled her hands in her lap.
"Well then, it is agreed on!", Lyndon grinned brightly at the group, and patted the two beside him, Coreen and Cane, on the back. "Now, who is thirsty?" Even as he said this, Lyndon brought forth his hands, cupping them together. As several nodded, his hands split apart. Mists gathered between his palms. It grew and grew as the droplets combined, forming a sphere of the clear liquid. The friends took turns getting a drink. Each made a bowl with the hands, and caught a fragment of the drink as Lyndon broke it off from the ball.
Coreen looked around at her friends, and could not help but smile. Cane had managed to spill some on himself, and was now heating his robes via a flame in his hand. Even as he did, his robes caught aflame. Justine and Fredric laughed as Lyndon used what was left of his sphere of water to dose Cane's entirety. Despite the storm, there was nowhere Coreen would rather be at this moment...
Race: Human?
Age: 19
Likes: Cashews, berries, juice
Dislikes: Forests
Personality: Mistrusting, yet sweet to friends.
Brief History: Past mountainous lands of ice and snow that boarder a corner of War, and into the hilly desert was a great city of stone. It prospered thanks to the magical roots found in nearly all the families that made up the population there. The children grew in a boarding school of sorts, training these gifts from a young age. Coreen, sported very little in these gifts. Many were given dominion over one major element, with only tiny traces of power in anything else. Coreen exhibited no specialty, she was bad at it all. After a nightmarish night, things changed. Thought still incredibly weak, the girl who now held no voice grew so much potential in many of the elements. Years and years passed, until another disaster. Although now unsure of what happened after years of trying to forget, Coreen knows only of the pain in her heart, and of her exile from the lands she called home. Traveling through the intense cold , now the woman arrives atop the mighty mountains, with the land of War set as her next destination.
Weapons and Abilities: The woman carries a single staff of oak, with a fist-sized emerald embedded near the top. Though incredibly unskilled in melee combat, the staff is surprisingly resilient as a defensive measure.
Unusually skilled amongst her peers in the fields of magic, Coreen controls the influence of fire, water, ice, and stone or earth. She had attempted in her time before the lands of War to learn forms of summoning, nature, and healing to little avail. The only thing to come through was healing, although relatively basic, the process is slow and leaves the woman drained for hours afterwards.
The power she has occasionally "overloads", becoming explosive and nigh uncontrollable.
Appearance:
Coreen wears a cloak of gray, lined with a boarder of purple. It is brought together at the neck via a black rose. Although hidden underneath the hood of this cloak, strands of dark purple that peek out show that it is likely just below the shoulder-blades in length. A glow of piercing green eyes shine out from under the hood of the cloak. Coreen wears heavy brown boots, baggy black pants held tight by a similarly colored sash, and a gray-black shirt.
Story time: Five years earlier:
Storms of sand thundered down upon the massive city of stone and wood. Huddled together inside a hall of one of the largest of the buildings were at least a hundred people. The ones brought together all wore similar clothing. Simple robes of gray with purple lining the edges gave the people a uniform look. Outside of the huddle stood five older figures, wearing robes of varied colors and magnificent patterns.
Lyndon like many of those around him, stared at the five major professors. They stood in their own circle, whispering and occasionally looking out upon the students. Shaking his head slowly, Lyndon returned his gaze to his friends and joined in hoarse whispers amongst them.
"Of course they are trying to figure out what is happening!", The nasally voice came from a twig of a boy. Pushing his glasses up as they began to slide down his long freckled nose, the boy named Cane continued, "We all know this storm is unnatural already, Fredric. What else would the elders be talking about, besides how to stop this eternal sand from falling?"
The heavier set boy with short, curly red hair sat with legs crossed and nodded reluctantly. "It isn't that I don't agree with you. It is just...how do they not know how to stop it?!" Fredric raised his arms, illustrating the excitement in his voice as it rose, "This storm has to be magically influenced! The elders must know how to make it stop, and just aren't!"
A girl with shoulder-length silver hair scoffed as she folded her robes over her shoulders. She shook her head, and stared Fredric in the eye. Her words were rather sharp, for an old friend. "You honestly believe our teachers would not stop this if they knew how, Fredric? Stop with the conspiracies before someone believes you mean them, and gets you expelled!"
His eyes flashed a bit of surprise, and he sat there for a moment, flabbergasted. Again, he nodded. "..Right, Justine." Lyndon piped in as he scooted in closer to his friends. "Now, now. I am sure it all will be better in time.." He nudged the girl beside him who had remained quiet up until this point. She had been rubbing the thin scar that went along her throat, seemingly deep in thought. It worried him at times "Right, Coreen?"
The girl looked up suddenly, and glanced around in a surprised manner. She nodded after a moment. Strands of long purple hair fell in front of her face as she did. Brushing them back, Coreen settled her hands in her lap.
"Well then, it is agreed on!", Lyndon grinned brightly at the group, and patted the two beside him, Coreen and Cane, on the back. "Now, who is thirsty?" Even as he said this, Lyndon brought forth his hands, cupping them together. As several nodded, his hands split apart. Mists gathered between his palms. It grew and grew as the droplets combined, forming a sphere of the clear liquid. The friends took turns getting a drink. Each made a bowl with the hands, and caught a fragment of the drink as Lyndon broke it off from the ball.
Coreen looked around at her friends, and could not help but smile. Cane had managed to spill some on himself, and was now heating his robes via a flame in his hand. Even as he did, his robes caught aflame. Justine and Fredric laughed as Lyndon used what was left of his sphere of water to dose Cane's entirety. Despite the storm, there was nowhere Coreen would rather be at this moment...