[center][color=#308014][b][u]Beast of the Forest[/u][/b][/color] [img]http://img01.deviantart.net/4a2c/i/2013/072/2/0/female_monk_by_kendmd-d5xvp4x.jpg[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swTLM3SBLFI]Theme[/url] [color=#308014][b][u]N A M E / A L I A S[/u][/b][/color] [color=#6CA6CD]Pricia[/color] [color=#6CA6CD]Beast of the Forest[/color] & [color=#6CA6CD]The Fair Maiden[/color] [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] [color=#308014][h3]A g e o f L e g e n d[/h3][/color] 41,692 years ago [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] [color=#308014][b][u]M Y T H O L O G Y[/u][/b][/color] [color=#6CA6CD]Ancient myth tells of a man who possessed the soul of a giant beast of the forest known as a Torgarian allowing him to become one with the creature. This man was a knight, a king in fact who thirst was not for blood, nor money, nor power but for the peace which all but never existed in the lands now known as Ansus. Rather than kill the opponents he fought on the battlefields of a castle formerly known as the Borgar Village, he would fight using nothing but his palms and would focus on hitting pressure points to paralyze his foes. Borgar Village is no more than a castle now ran over by vines and ancients creatures which supposedly guard the tomb of this king. Some say his bloodline still runs through somebody in the East Ansus but once again, this is all just a myth. And even a myth has its own fallacies, ones often picked up over time by misinterpreted words or the slight change in them to suit the times and those who rule over the group telling the myth. The truth can indeed be found in Borgar Castle which hides under the shadow of the Lone Mountain known as Urgain, or King’s Crown in the language of the Borgarians who once lived there. Written on a single tombstone, faded by time and the many passing of beasts and man alike, lies the below. [i]Here lies Princess Pricia, heir to the Borgarian throne and Strongest of her Kind.[/i] Princess Pricia.. she died much younger than she should have but that is what happens to heroes who are seen as monsters. Even if your intentions were of the best for your people, one cannot escape the mob started by a rumor created by some drunkard in a tavern. The princess is truly the ‘man’ of myth who possess the soul of a Torgarian, or Shapeshifter as they were known in the tongue of the Borgarians. Having been born with the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/72/91/a2/7291a2601dd1cb20a6525534406dbc05.jpg]Mark of the Wild[/url], Pricia was granted the power of shapeshifting by the Goddess Goethia, Queen of the Wilds. As such, Pricia could change between many creatures as part of her birthright but she could not always control them. When she was very young, Pricia would occasionally shapeshift into a wolf and try to play with people in this form, not knowing the she was any different from them of course. When the young Pricia was nine years of age, she was sent away to the Monastery of Goethia- less a monastery really than a giant tree growing above a lake where Goethia’s worshippers lived- to train and control her powers. All members of the Monastery were marked by Goethia as Pricia was but their powers only allowed them to ‘commune’ with Goethia through the act of rituals involving incense burning. The young princess spent much of her life learning with the Priestesses before leaving at nineteen and swearing a vow to tell nobody of her training with them nor of her powers. But when the time came that her small Village came under combat, Pricia had to transform into a direwolf and defend them. When it came out that the Princess was the person who had attacked them early on in her life, she was driven from Boragar and went off into the turbulent world alone. At least, that is what she thought she was when she left the comforts of her village and went into the roads beyond. Goethia contact Pricia herself and called her to take up arms against those who wished for war simply for the death it would bring. So, the princess spread across the lands which have now become Ansus and brought down groups of bandits and warlords whose only goals were to cause chaos. To aid Pricia on her Journey, Goethia gave the young woman the [url=http://img02.deviantart.net/4e70/i/2013/119/3/a/monk_staff_by_kerse101-d63hu22.jpg]Staff of Nature’s Breath[/url]. But not even the Goddess could foresee the Fair Maiden’s death at the hands of people who believed her a monster simply due to a single rumor. In the end, the last sight Pricia saw was that of a crowd cheering to cut her head off. Not even a single person shed tears that day for her parents were dead, her village falling apart, and any friends she had were due for an execution as well. Yet still, her body was delivered back to castle where she was born and she was buried. [/color] [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] [color=#308013][b][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/b][/color] [color=#6CA6CD]Pricia stands at an unimposing four feet and eight inches tall and weighs just under ninety-two pounds. Despite her looks, Pricia’s body is all muscle and her training with the priestesses of Goethia taught her how to fight without having to be much stronger than your foe. The girl is light on her feet and hardly makes a sound as she moves through the world. But this does not mean that she doesn’t stand out of course. Pricia is known for wearing vibrant green robes and clothing which stands out even in the dimmest light around her. Never has anybody seen the Maiden with long hair and even getting a glimpse of her cutting her hair seems next to impossible. It is almost as if her hair never grows anymore. Found on her right shoulder is the Mark of the Wild she received from Goethia. [/color] [img]http://www.halaqah.net/v10/artikel/divider.png[/img] [color=#308014][b][u]A B I L I T I E S / E Q U I P M E N T[/u][/b][/color] [color=#6CA6CD]Once upon a time Pricia bore the Staff of Nature’s Breath which had been blessed by Goethia to allow her to manipulate the air as if it was a part of herself but the staff was taken from her when she was captured for execution. Somewhere in some king’s castle probably sits a simple looking staff that no man has touched since it was taken from Pricia. The Maiden was also given a [url=http://orig03.deviantart.net/aef9/f/2012/303/8/8/algiz_pendant_with_hp3_1_chain_by_grall19-d5jg0ka.png]pendant[/url] which allowed for the normal animals of the Wilds to identify Pricia as a member of Goethia’s ilk and thus pass through nearly every forest in the land unharmed. But, like her staff it was most likely taken and may quite possibly be worn by a Queen who thinks it just a beautiful trinket passed down through her family. Either way, all Pricia is left with are the powers granted to her by the Mark of the Wild and even they are not quite what they once were. No longer can Pricia transform multiple times throughout a day as, with the death of Goethia, the Mark’s power has faded from it former glory. Now the Mark only allows transformations six times a day. The most common form Pricia can take in her transformations is a sort of mix between a dire wolf and a human, the Hound of the Wilds Goethia once called it. Its true name is Kallimor, a beast which is sentient enough to wield weapons and wear clothing but still can be copied by the Mark. Though, the copying of a [url=http://pre03.deviantart.net/bc0b/th/pre/f/2010/226/2/2/the_smallest_hero_by_shadowumbre.jpg]Kallimor[/url] is imperfect as it simply enhances Pricia natural form instead of making her into a Kallimor in full. While in this form, Pricia stands at six feet tall and weighs nearly a hundred and thirty-six pounds. Pricia takes on the strengths associated with the creature she transforms into which also means that she gets the same weaknesses. [/color][/center]