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What was their life like before their mentor disappeared? What was their family life like? Is their mentor a family member? If not, what happened to make them leave their family to join their mentor?

Three basic skills that your character contributes to the group with a short description.

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Any other information that you feel is needed should be put here. Do they have a pet? Maybe they have a familiar? Are they allergic to anything?

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Amandine of the Western Rife Mountains

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Age:

Unknown. Appearance of late teens.

Race:

Dragonian

Class:

Monk Druid

Weapons:

Martial Arts, Traps, Thrown Weapons.

Detailed Appearance:

Amandine is a figure, emanating an aura of mystery and grace. With mocha-coloured skin that hints at both her earthly roots and her inner strength, she stands at a modest 145 cm (4'9), a testament to her petite frame that belies the power concealed within.

Her most striking feature is her long, flowing white hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her hair is adorned with an elegant twin-tail on the top, intricately braided and entwined with exquisite ornaments that glimmer and reflect light like stars in the night sky. This ethereal display of her hair is a visual representation of her spiritual connection to her martial monk heritage.

But it is her eyes that truly capture the attention and fuel the rumours that surround her. Red as burning embers, they are said to flash with a slitted intensity akin to that of a dragon's gaze when she is stirred to anger or focus. This mystique only adds to her enigmatic allure, and it is often whispered that she has an ancient dragon's spirit coursing through her veins, gifting her with extraordinary abilities.

Amandine is often clad in loose, flowing outfits made of linen, a choice that might deceive the casual observer into presuming her to be a gentle priestess. However, these garments are the sacred attire of a martial monk, emphasizing her devotion to the art of combat and self-discipline. Like her hair, her clothing is also adorned with gold ornaments that serve as both symbols of her rank and achievements and as protection against malevolent forces.

Her petite stature might lead some to underestimate her, but that would be a grave mistake. Amandine's agility and nimbleness are legendary, allowing her to move with the grace and dexterity of a swirling wind. She is a master of evasive manoeuvres and can effortlessly avoid even the most precise strikes.

Yet, it is her hidden strength that truly sets her apart from others. Amandine possesses raw power that defies expectations. Her strikes are like thunderbolts, capable of shattering barriers and overcoming opponents far larger and more imposing than herself. She channels the might of her dragon lineage to enhance her physical abilities, and her inner reservoir of power seems boundless.

Though Amandine's past remains veiled in shadows, her martial monk training and rumoured draconic lineage have granted her an extraordinary presence on the battlefield. To encounter her is to witness a dance of divine power and mortal prowess, where her opponents find themselves awestruck and humbled by the might of this seemingly delicate warrior.

Bio History:

Amandine's origins can be traced back to the ancient and mystical Western Rife Mountains, a land once inhabited by majestic dragons and their devoted keepers, the Dragonians. The mountains were adorned with magnificent temples dedicated to these legendary creatures, where the Dragonians fostered a profound connection with their Dragon lords. After the Empire’s Great Hunt, and the rumours of the dragon’s extinction, these temples were abandoned. The passage of time has turned these once-gleaming temples into desolate ruins, void of life and purpose.

Among the abandoned temples, one stands as a beacon of resilience and mystery: the Temple of Gikn Gradon. While other temples have fallen prey to bandits and tomb raiders, the formidable reputation of the Temple of Gikn Gradon has kept most plunderers at bay. Numerous attempts to breach its sacred halls have been thwarted, with dire consequences for those who dared to venture too close.

In this enigmatic and perilous land, Amandine, a wandering monk, finds her purpose. As a guardian of her homeland's heritage, she roams the abandoned temples, offering solemn prayers and reverence to the spirits of the dragons that once graced those hallowed grounds.

Her mentor, a man with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, immersed himself in deciphering the ancient scripts of the dragons, believing that they held profound secrets and wisdom. Together, they sought to uncover the truth about an ancient plague and the crucial role the dragons played in protecting their people during those turbulent times, when blood and fire swept the land.

However, as her mentor delved deeper into the forbidden mysteries, he grew obsessed, wandering further and further away from the boundaries of their ancestral home in search of elusive truths. This obsession led him to encounter dark forces and clandestine dealings with the Emperor, raising suspicions of treason and betrayal.

The day her mentor vanished without a trace, leaving behind a diary filled with cryptic discoveries and evidence of his dangerous liaisons, Amandine faced a pivotal moment. Driven by her loyalty to her homeland and her mentor, she made the courageous decision to inform the council of his potential treachery. But she could not let his legacy be tainted without knowing the truth herself.

Determined to find her mentor and learn the whole truth, even if it meant silencing him as a traitor to her people, Amandine embarked on a perilous quest that would lead her beyond the familiar confines of the Western Rife Mountains. She sought answers in distant lands, where ancient secrets lay buried beneath layers of deceit and perilous adversaries lurked in the shadows.

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Extra Information:

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Amandine is not her birth name. It is a translation of her name from Dragon Script into the common tongue.

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Dragon Transformation Theme Song:

22

Human

Sorcerer with Cleric training

Blade-Ended Magical Staff

Dorothea is not that special. Her features and skin tone indicates she has Ellenzagian ancestors, like the majority of Volenstul's Human residents. She stands at 5'6", with little in the way of muscle mass. A sedentary life within the Gallows has in turn left her rather soft, making her both curvy in the right and wrong places, a fact she dislikes being reminded of. A rather strange feature is her hair pigmentation. Platinum-blonde hair is a very rare trait, especially on someone who does not otherwise exhibit albinistic tendencies.

Usually garbed in the brightly colored and ostentatious mage robes of the Htead Gallows to her great shame, Dorothea prefers simple, loose and light clothing. Having been forced to wear entangling robes most of her life, she obviously dislikes wearing things that restrict her movement or unduly presses down on her body.

Dorothea remembers no life outside the Htead Gallows. It is equally plausible she was some offspring of unknown parents taken away to be "protected" after signs of magic in her, or her parents are or were mages within the Gallows themselves, illegally fostering a child outside the purview of their protectors. Either way, the guards nor her fellow mages have been very forthcoming with answers, and eventually Dorothea stopped asking.

Dorothea's childhood was nothing special. She, like the other young mages, were taught by a mix of their elders and their protectors. "Magic must serve, and never rule.", they said, again and again. Dorothea could not care one lick about ruling anything. What she wanted was freedom. An existence within the Gallows' walls is by no means uncomfortable, mind you. The mages do not live in squalor, for their self-proclaimed guardians do not wish to incite rebellions and escape attempts. Dorothea herself had little to complain about in terms of accommodations or food. In the end however, a cage is still a cage, no matter how much gilded gold or fine silk you drape over it. Dorothea understood this early in her life, spending much time in the upper towers to gaze across the chaotic hustle and bustle of Volenstul. A world that would forever be beyond her grasp, if her captors had their way...

As she entered her teenage years, it quickly became apparent to the powers that be, that she'd grown up to be a troublemaker. She avoided pranks and the mishaps of her fellow students, for she had bigger plans. She would be the first to escape from the Gallows in living memory. For a month she played the dutiful student and mage, even halting her habitual avoidance of chapel attendance and healing classes. Finally, when she was certain she was ready, she executed her plan, intending to flee the Gallows through a number of old tunnels deep below the surface.

After what felt like hours of stumbling in the dark, crawling through pipes and passageways, and nearly losing herself entirely in the darkness, Dorothea stumbled out into light...and the arms of an awaiting figure.

Master Arvis Deylin was a wizened member of the Gallows, a leading magical scholar and teacher. In the absence of anyone else, the doddering old man had become as close to a father figure as Dorothea could ever had, and he had known all along. That moment, realizing she was finished, Dorothea broke down into a mess of tears and pleas. It was all for naught...

Deylin knew of her plans, but had also seen her prowess and ability. It would be a waste of her potential to see her imprisoned or killed. He could not let her escape, but he did offer her an alternative. An alternative she eagerly grasped for. From then on, she became his apprentice, going where-ever he went, be it on tours of the Imperial Court, travels into the wilderness collecting ancient lore, or anything in-between. In moments of calm, he taught her all he knew.

And then, one day while away from the Capital, investigating recently unearthed ruins, Master Deylin disappeared. His tent was missing, as though it had never been set, and in it's place Dorothea could only find a simple satchel. Sealed within it was a simple journal, page upon page written in a script completely unknown to the young mage, and a strange obsidian amulet. Distraught and confused, Dorothea broke down in grief until she realized her jailors would soon again seek her out. Without the protection of Master Deylin, she was vulnerable.

And so, she made her own escape, fleeing with no set destination in mind, the journal and amulet tightly pressed to her chest. She could not...would not return to the Gallows. She would find her missing Master again, and this time...

This time she'd ensure they both retained their freedom.

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