Name:
Orial Librin
Liora Brinil
Race:
Aasimar
Age:
24
Description:
Standing at height of 5'8, Liora dresses and typically carries herself in a way one wouldn't initially expect of her particular fighting style. Dressed more like a well to do noble with an adventurous streak, or perhaps one that spends many an hour on ships and the open sea. Silver colored hair neatly presented and combed back, eyes the color of deep blue, and a somewhat bored expression constantly worn.

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Skills:

• Novice Weapon Mastery:
  Though her skill with melee weapons is far less than her others, its typically what she uses to engage with things first should conflict break out. She favors a sword, but she can at least use most melee weapons at a novice level, her impressive physical ability making up for a lack of skill. A bit of foreplay, as she says, to gauge ones skills and whether or not she should get invested in a fight.
• Martial Arts:
  The actual bread and butter of Liora's fighting skills - beating things to a bloody pulp with her arms and legs. Complemented with her more magical abilities strengthening her body with rage and sheer strength, she can be a fairly formidable close range fighter as she can both take a beating and dish one out.
• Divine Fury:
  While all Aasimar's supposedly trace their lineage back to Agamemnon, Liora herself seems to have inherited quite a lot of it. Enough that her divine heritage is made manifest by sheer willpower at the cost of throwing her into a violent rage that delights and revels in destruction. Channeling this magic through her body strengthens her physical form by making her both faster, stronger, and harder to kill. Typically has a tendency to make her forget how to use most melee weapons effectively aside from just being giant sticks of death to beat people with and maybe makes her have trouble distinguishing friend from foe occasionally.

Flaws:

• Cavalier Disinterest:
  Generally speaking, Liora hardly ever puts her full attention or focus on anything. Even during fights she treats most situations as some lighthearted game. This can make her quite...not fully effective most of the time unless she's doing something or fighting someone she finds 'interesting' in some manner. In effect, she's a battle nut that only likes pushing herself to the limit. On the flip side, she's rather cavalier with everyone...but perhaps, its just surface level because she generally finds most things -and people- boring.
• Debauchery Impulse:
  Being the envoy of Qhalus well, comes with certain proclivities. Hedonistic proclivities that may see one spending more time in brothels and getting absolutely shit-faced with high class wine. Well, she's fully embraced this side of her. Why work or care about others when one can simply let all of that go? Why worry or do get worked up over something? Over indulgence can be difficult, and she can often be swayed by someone showing her a good time. While perhaps, not an overly egregious personality flaw - it also has made her enjoy some...less than nice forms of pleasure-seeking. She's found inflicting pain on others and herself to give her a special brand of it. Can often be both found in brothels or anywhere a party could be. Rather merciless and sadistic in battle if she gets riled up.
• Hedonistic Motives:
  What does loyalty mean? Loyal to another? Friends? Family? To king and country? Well, simply put, if you asked her, she'd say herself above all else. While she doesn't seek to often intentionally cause trouble, she does follow the principle of leading both herself and others to various acts of debauchery and hedonism, whatever it may be. Even if said person commits acts of atrocity...if they enjoy it, then well, whose she to say otherwise? Why do something if you don't? Of course, this doesn't mean she won't help if there's a good reason too or lead people that actually truly enjoy doing good or helping astray. If she finds something would be amusing to do, she'd do it. Whether for ill, or bad. This can make her a bit of a wildcard sometimes, but generally she follows a single rule: Does it bring her any amount of satisfaction.
  
  This isn't to say she's not loyal to the Envoy's divine mission, she is, just don't expect her to be all that in a hurry to do so.
  
  Just do what you want. Let your emotions lead you.

Background:
Growing up in Brudel as the daughter of a noble house that had made much of its money in the sea-faring industry, well, the body the Envoy had taken over, has led quite the errant path to end up where she is today.

From an early age she was blessed with particularly strong, holy blood that caused her to fly into fits of madness and rage, often causing it to lash out at things around her should she become particularly agitated or emotional. It was said that perhaps, she was blessed by Midemis - though she would not have called it as such. As such, she was under strict supervision to attempt to 'contain' and 'control' this power from her early life from her parents and the clergy, seeing great potential in such power. Not to mention being confined to her room and being kept away from others to avoid incidents.

Still, her training continued as she continued to watch the parties, balls, and other things of the cities from the distance. Oh, how she wanted to go out and experience the world, life, and general, and get away from this stuffy nobility. At least she found some form of release and solace in her trainings. The tutors and parents had decided that exerting her powerful ability physically in some manner was the best way to contain it, or to give it direction so they began training her in both physical and martial might.

It was one of these training routines, where she nearly died and also nearly killed quite a number of servants. After that day, seven years ago...she ran away from home. She found herself on a ship, under cover, becoming a sailor on a pirate vessel. Perhaps drawn there by Midemis, perhaps for other reasons. That was her life up until a few weeks ago where the ship she was on was hit by bad weather, sinking into the ocean not far from Latis.

Its humorous, that an Envoy of Qhalus decided to then save her from a watery grave.

The Envoy chose her, even if she herself would have rather died then becoming the puppet of the gods, the envoy chose her. And so, soon, it would take Liora's body for its own.

Anger quenched by drink. Savagery suppressed by Lust. A brash and rough tongue turned silver and honeyed. While originally the Envoy certainly took over Liora's body, Midemis' blessings still ran strong within the host - and at times it seems as though the ego of the one formerly known as Liora potentially rages still creating some not so qhalus like qualities among its behavior occasionally.

Assuming an alias to shed the hosts past and fully embrace this role, it would then head to Latis where she would attempt to find her fellow envoys...well, if she happened to run into them while taking a moment to enjoy this new, mortal life it had.

Class & Gear:

• Class: Bloodrager
  Some people fight with skill, intelligence, and elegance. Many years of discipline and honing ones skill to a fine point and a deadly edge. Liora? Yeah, no, that sounds like a pain. She'd much rather rely on instinct and the strength of her body alone. Generally speaking, she's a physical bruiser with some divine blood to enhance her physical abilities and to perform some small magical feats instinctively. While she'll never be as skilled as a dedicated spell caster, her physical ability more than makes up for it. She can both give and take a beating, and should as she put it 'her switch gets flipped' well, you best be ready for the unfun kind of pounding, because her fists are going inside your intestines.
  
  Aside from enhancing her physical abilities, theoretically she should be able to instinctively use the magical blood in her veins for other things, but she's yet to quite reach that potential.
• Gear:
  Trusty Ornate Longsword:
  A rather lovely, elegant looking long sword. Surprisingly sturdy enough to not have broken in combat when she goes full cage match on a poor fool.
  Padded clothing:
  Fairly mundane, if somewhat expensive looking clothing. A few layers of padding have been added for protection, but generally they're just normal clothes. Easier to move around in, and who doesn't like getting a bit roughed up or losing their clothes in a fight? Bonus points if both parties do.
  Alcohol flasks:
  Did you expect anything less? Very strong stuff. Possibly illegally strong. If she's not busy getting it on with someone in a brothel, a party somewhere, or beating someone to a pulp for fun, she's probably some level of drunk.
  Sweets: She likes keeping various hard candies on her. She especially likes things that are sweet enough to kill, our sour enough too.

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Something super special and secret?

Iris Delisi | Human | 25 | Loyal Neutral | Envoy of Eros

Skills:

Arcane Eye: Iris has a deeply rooted attunement with the magical field around her, allowing her to detect with some focus magical sources much like one would feel heat in the atmosphere. With enough focus and time, Iris can often draw a clear picture on the nature of a certain spell, though she may not necessarily know how to resolve them. Iris has cultivated this skill to help in her investigations, with a sharp eye for arcane meddling and puzzle solving.

Dispelling: What use is detecting magic wards if you cannot dispel them? Iris' anti-magic mostly pertains to defensive magic and active counter-spells, setting up stabilizing wards and defensive enchantments when treating her patients. Most of the more complex and ancient magic would be out of her league, but she can certainly help in resisting and weakening them. To Iris, this manifests as an ethereal tapestry, picking apart various currents and deflecting them to resolve a certain pattern or image in the air.

Short-sword proficiency: Iris has trained herself in outwitting and outmanoeuvring monsters and beasts that commonly roam the plains. Combined with a paralytic poison that often accompanies her attacks, she has so far found little reason to get in direct fights.

Flaws:
Contractual Mistrust: Iris is polite enough, on the outside. She sticks to contracts and carries out her duty to the letter so long as she is not betrayed first. Outside her allies and those who she explicitly promised loyalty, however, is free game. Even within her circle, Iris would always have a corner of her mind reserved for an escape route in case things go awry. She mistrusts the Aasimar, humans, strangers and allies alike, but most importantly, herself. Loyalty and treachery is a conflicted notion between the vessel and the Envoy who inherited her instincts, and Iris' allegiances may change on a whim even she does not understand.

Mark of fealty: A blessing or a curse, depending on the viewpoint. A Delisi signature spell that binds the bearer to a certain person or House, compelling them to obey their every command as long as they speak an activation phrase in their presence. Iris knows that her mark has bound her to an unknown person, and hides her mark under her gloves.

Background:
Iris' earliest memory is that of treachery. The Delisi House was a servant house of many Aasimar families, known for their unquestioning loyalty and devotion to their masters. Yet all Iris remembers of her childhood is her grandfather taking her away into hiding, fleeing through darkened alleys of Brudel and being smuggled through the night in order to escape surveillance of the ever-watchful knights of the city. She does not know why her grandfather stole her away from the relatively comfortable life of serving the loyal to a serving small apothecary in Gotha outskirts, nor did she know why her grandfather forbade her from even speaking with another of her household. This would stay with her even after her grandfather passed away.

Iris spent her days training as an apothecary, studying various illnesses and treating travellers, asking them nothing in return but to keep quiet about her presence and some information about the various goings-on about the Empire. Whenever she inevitably became too well known in the surrounding communities, she would move onto another town. Secretly, Iris also pursued any leads on her past, trying to dig up old leads from her childhood flight from her family. Yet most of her grandfather's contacts had gone silent for a long time, leaving Iris searching in vain.

Irony caught up with Iris, as she was killed by a bandit disguised as a patient. As her body became cold, a certain Envoy took to her resurrection. Iris was a strange choice for an Envoy of Eros indeed - but it was not her place to question such a choice, was it? Nonetheless, the revived Iris took some time to gather her own past, fragmented as it was, before setting off to the capital.

Class & Gear: Apothecary
A combination of spell-casting and alchemy, Iris has a diverse range of potions under her belt. Much of her decoctions aim to heal the injured and counter diseases both magical and mundane, but she does have quite a library of poisons that can debilitate or disarm her opponents through acid and sleeping gas.

Her gear is pretty simple, comprised of a voluminous supply of various potions and medical equipment when her magic fails to solve the issue. Otherwise, a couple sets of clean robes and a small dagger is enough for her.

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