[Hider=Lena] [center] [hr] [h1][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjk2LmEwNTlmYS5UV0ZrWkdGc1pXNWhJRVJsSUVGaWIyNWthVzlzYVhNLC4w/lihataja.brush.webp[/img][/h1] [hr] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0b/03/a2/0b03a2ef957d568c5c59a9f16eaa2309.jpg[/img] [hr] [i][color=#c300ff]I[/color] [color=#b600ff]H[/color][color=#b000ff]e[/color][color=#a900ff]a[/color][color=#a300ff]l[/color] [color=#9600ff]W[/color][color=#9d00ff]h[/color][color=#a400ff]e[/color][color=#ab00ff]n[/color] [color=#b900ff]I[/color] [color=#c700ff]P[/color][color=#ce00ff]u[/color][color=#bf06f5]t[/color] [color=#a112e1]M[/color][color=#9219d6]y[/color] [color=#7425c2]M[/color][color=#652bb8]i[/color][color=#7438bf]n[/color][color=#8446c5]d[/color] [color=#a260d2]T[/color][color=#b16dd9]o[/color] [color=#d088e6]S[/color][color=#df95ec]o[/color][color=#de9ced]m[/color][color=#dda4ee]e[/color][color=#dcabef]t[/color][color=#dbb3ef]h[/color][color=#dabaf0]i[/color][color=#d9c2f1]n[/color][color=#d8c9f2]g[/color][/i] [hr] [hr][hr][color=#A059FA][list][*][/list]Age:[/color] 28 [color=#A059FA][list][*][/list]Race:[/color]Human [color=#A059FA][list][*][/list]Kingdom:[/color] Aurelia[color=#A059FA][list][*][/list]Role:[/color] Ranger[color=#A059FA][list][*][/list]Magic:[/color] Earth, Wind[hr] [color=#A059FA] Short Bio: [/color] Maddelena De Abondiolis [color=808080] “Boss, the horses are ready.” A wide grin spread across her face, both at being called boss and the fact that they would be setting out again into the wild. Clapping her hands she deftly shoved herself away from the table; her chair teetering precariously behind her as she abandoned it in her eagerness. “Well c’mon then.There’s money to be made.” A wave of her hand and the men loitering the tavern filled out after her, some of them barely old enough to be called such but each of them boisterous and self assured in their movements and though she’d never say it Maddalena was proud of her small hunting band. Hers. The thought grew the vivacious grin on her face, last nights nagging about getting themselves killed long forgotten. They had begun to travel further and further towards the borderlands, the promises of richer furs and plumper game outweighing the rising rumors of more and more blight born attacks. Like so many others in her group they simply thought it was just a rumor spread to keep children in line; after all it had been years since they first appeared and not once had she’d seen one act so violent as they described. [/color] The beginning of that day played over and over in both her waking and sleeping hours. She lost how many hours she had spent wishing and writing out how differently she would have done things. Cursing herself for being so headstrong and stubborn, Harvok telling her they should turn back, even her horse had tried to buck her in a desperate attempt to keeping her from going forward. She knew that it was all hindsight, the tell tale sign of the stag running from something, the silence of the forest beyond their own breathing and the horses gait slowing. The one moment she would give anything to go back and stop herself. [s]She could’ve stop it.[/s] There was so much red, and the screams. The same screams that ripped themselves through her when she woke, the ones she swallowed, the ones she buried into pillows. She tried to tell herself eventually the memory would fade. That if she ran far enough the burning stares of hatred and blame wouldn’t reach her. [i]It wasn’t her fault.[/i] The one thing she couldn’t even believe, no matter how many times her mother had told her.Walking through the same streets they used to roam and brag that they would own, visiting the same tavern they had called their base, the stables where a few of the surviving horses now lived without their owners. Maddalena couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stand the guilt of it all so when the opportunity to travel to Dawn haven, a new start, where no one would know her she took it. She ran, ran from everything. The cold north would be her penance, she would be simpler there. She wouldn’t seek glory or fame, just simply hunt. Furs, meat, berries, herbs. Anything they would need from the forest, she would brave it herself to get so that others would stay safe. The addition of Blight Born into the settlement was a huge adjustment for the young woman, the fear lacing her veins like ice, the guilt she had for feeling that way. She had meet them before, she knew that all of them weren't violent and mindless, some just couldn't contain their hunger, especially the new ones but her body still stiffened when one walked by and bile raised in her throat so she avoided them shamefully. They did nothing wrong, and knew nothing of what happened to Maddalena, the woman she left behind, the version of herself she could never be again. Here she was just Lena, the ranger. [hr] [/center] [/Hider] [hider=The Siren][table=bordered][row][cell][center][h2]W h a t[/h2][h2][color=#E472D8]Swims[/color][/h2][h1]B E L O W[/h1][/center][/cell] [cell][center][hr][h1][color=#E472D8]Isabella Finch[/color][/h1][hr][/center][center] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/e8/0b/0c/e80b0c22f7c471ba6caec383b08c97be.jpg[/img][/center] [center][color=#E472D8]21[/color] Blightborn: Energy [color=#E472D8]Lunarian[/color] Magic:Water/Sound [color=#E472D8]Fisherman[/color][/center] [/cell][/row][/table][table=bordered][row][cell] [center][i][u][h3][color=#E472D8]Shaped By The Water[/color][/h3][/u][/i] The first thing she remembered was drowning. The depths of the lake pulling her deeper like hands wrapping around her limbs,as her brain desperately yelled at her to breathe, but she was never taught how to swim. [i]That wasn’t cute, it wasn’t needed of her.[/i] For a brief moment there was nothing, no discomfort, no thoughts, just a moment of bliss. [i]Of Freedom.[/i] Then there was pain, her skin ripping and sewing itself back together. The screams caught in her throat as the water was pushed out of her neck, small slit’s hungrily sifting through the water for oxygen as she began to swim. This time it was almost instinctual as she moved through the water, searching, a hunger driving her forward gracefully through the lakes depths. It wasn’t even a few hours ago that she was blindfolded and tied up-in the back of a wagon, doe-eyed and confused as hushed voices whispered about her, and how Isabella’s family would pay a pretty penny to get their doll back. That was all she was to her parents, since she was born all they wanted was a plaything and not a child. Something to show off and have others exclaim how delightful and wonderful their daughter is. How pretty she looked in those dresses, a snide remark towards the grown woman wearing children’s frills and ruffles, but it made her parents happy. It was what they wanted, it was the only role she knew. Isabella wanted her parents affection and love, the one time she tried to rebel burned into her memory. Her parents disgust and looks of betrayal. After that she pushed any thought of being her own person aside, all too eager to be the sweet child they always wanted. What did she do wrong this time. She remembered thinking that in the back of the wagon, every bump and jostle sending the pins of her dress digging into her sides, her eyes blurred from the pain but she didn’t dare make a sound. [i]Children should be seen and not heard. [/i] Another one of her father’s favorite phrases. Isabella often wondered if he only agreed to have her so her mother would be happy. As if he was getting her a pet. The adoration and affection wore off as she got older, each year they became a little colder and each year Isabella threw herself deeper and deeper into the curated persona they had chosen for her; hoping that she could win back their love. They were the only thing she’s ever known, she wasn’t sent to school, and even her tutors only taught her enough not to embarrass herself at parties. They focused more on etiquette and child like antics then they did on arithmetics and books, on social skills and gaining favors over basic skills. Isabella’s entire world was her parents and what they needed from her, and to find herself kidnapped on the back of a wagon she felt strange. She wanted to cry and scream and her heart was in her throat with how hard it was beating. Raising thoughts and the urge to vomit as she desperately tried to keep calm. She wasn’t suppose to feel these things. [i]It was not allowed.[/i] They were deep north into blight territory when the kidnappers bothered to stop, they had found a small hut north of what would become Dawnhaven. Far enough from the capital that they would be safe from any pursuing guards or hounds that might have been sent after them. The hunger for greed of man will far outweigh the fear of consequence. Perhaps that’s why they had strayed so far North, or the kidnappers didn’t realize how close each breath brought them to danger. The new moon offered no light to warn them, the haze on the ground written off as mist rolling off the lake. All the while Isabella was slumped over in the back of the wagon, the panic had worked its way through her. Her brain shutting off in a desperate attempt to sheltering itself. The eerie since had the pair on edge, as if their instincts screamed they weren’t safe there, perhaps it was the fear talking but when they check on her they swore she was dead, her chest wasn’t moving and she gave no response when they tried to wake her. One of the men swore she was ice cold to the touch, urging the other that they should just dump her into the lake and flee. It wasn’t right here. They’d be cursed if they stayed. [h3][color=#E472D8]Blight Born[/color][/h3] [list] [i]Ears to Fins. Webbed Hands. Freckles to Scales.[/i] Before the blight got to her, Isabella was what she would call pretty. Long bouncy red curls, simple dresses perhaps best suited for a child, her parent’s choice, and bright hazel eyes that seemed to light up the room. Now she didn’t know what she looked like, she knew her curls were pink now and that her hands and feet had split to grow webbing, there were gashes in her neck where gills had grown, her ears had morphed into fins that could both hear and feel the currents around her. But she couldn’t tell you if she was still pretty. That her hazel eyes now matched the bright pink of her hair, that what was once freckles now were tiny scales that shimmered and bounced the moonlight around. She hoped she was still pretty, as her parents needed her to be. [*]Type: [color=#E472D8]Energy[/color] [*] [*]Abilities:[color=#E472D8]Isabella can move between water and land at will, her body naturally switching from gills to lungs. Her eye sight is enhanced while in water making it easy for her to track down fish and prey alike. Beyond her aquatic nature she’s able to produce a certain amount of charm, a soft string of not quite music that lures animals and sometimes humans to her so that she might fed. The song itself sounds different to each person that hears it so it makes it harder for others to believe it’s real.[/color] [*] [*] [*]Weaknesses:[color=#E472D8]She needs to submerge herself daily to keep from drying out, warm and high temperatures also leave her weak and dizzy. Having gotten used to the darkness of the lake her eyes are sensitive to light as well as lots of loud sounds.[/color] [/list] [/center][/cell][/row][/table] [/hider]