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I'd been hoping Gnome or Tiberious would have a post up by now. If there isn't something by Monday, I'll get a post up.
Shara smiled as the pyromancer - Remoro, his name was - finished his speech, joining the halls in their applause as he ended his performance. The exasperated look on Iwans face, hinted that the performance he had presented her with had been well practiced. As the applause died down, and most of the crowd went back to their business the thing - Vami was his name - gave her a penetrating glare which almost made her shiver. Vami had noticed her brief illusion, even if it seemed that no one else had. She returned the look with a playful smile, keeping his gaze until it was broken by another mage, bearing a gift for the 'great healer.' Iwan rolled his eyes at the praise, and Shara grinned at the confirmation that the earlier performance had been practiced before.
Still though, a hint of dissatisfaction marred her victory. Her question had not been answered. Remoro, with his extravagant introduction, had only shown her a bit of who he was, and Vami himself had neglected to comment on the what aspect. The look he had given her had a touch of hungry curiosity to it, and Shara saw opportunity there. She suspected if she could get him alone, then her chances of getting any information out of him would be much better. Vami didn't seem to want to let the pyromancers know much about himself, but perhaps a trade of sorts. Finding the library could wait, there was a much more enticing puzzle right before her.
"You should show me that flame of yours some more." She said to Femto, falling in with the group as they proceeded onwards towards...wherever it was they were heading. It mattered little to her now, as long as she could catch her horned man later. She had no intention of losing him, though it doubtless wouldn't be difficult to find the wonder again. "You know, to better flatter you and all."
She gave the mage a friendly nudge as she lit her arm, and he obliged. Ignoring all the other pyromancers, but keeping half an eye on Vami, she soon managed to perfectly replicate the flames burning on Femto's arm. At least until he extinguished his own flame and waved his hand through her false fires. Though she tried to replicate how fire moved, how it should react to the wind and hand passing through it, the sudden loss of her reference and unexpected interference with her illusion distracted her, and the fire seemed to slant unnaturally, almost as if it were rigid. Her attempts felt like a child, attempting to imitate a professional dancer after her first day of lessons.
"What, had enough of my flattery?" She said toyingly to Femto, switching her flames to her far hand, out of his reach before addressing the rest of the troupe. "Well, I had planned to find a nice bed for the night before dining, but it appears that opportunity has passed." She nodded towards where a group of mages were arguing over who would get the bedrooms of some nearby guest suites. A shame too, they had seemed quite nice, with one of the better beds in the fortress. "So I figure the best way you can repay is to accompany me to the banquet that should be happening fairly soon out on the green."
Shara looked towards Vami as she concluded, her eyes never leaving his. Her stare dared him to say anything otherwise, while hinting that answers might be found there as well. In the din of a feast, with so many of the mages gathered in one place, it would be possible for them to have a more private conversation. She hoped to pry some answers from him as well in that time.
Still though, a hint of dissatisfaction marred her victory. Her question had not been answered. Remoro, with his extravagant introduction, had only shown her a bit of who he was, and Vami himself had neglected to comment on the what aspect. The look he had given her had a touch of hungry curiosity to it, and Shara saw opportunity there. She suspected if she could get him alone, then her chances of getting any information out of him would be much better. Vami didn't seem to want to let the pyromancers know much about himself, but perhaps a trade of sorts. Finding the library could wait, there was a much more enticing puzzle right before her.
"You should show me that flame of yours some more." She said to Femto, falling in with the group as they proceeded onwards towards...wherever it was they were heading. It mattered little to her now, as long as she could catch her horned man later. She had no intention of losing him, though it doubtless wouldn't be difficult to find the wonder again. "You know, to better flatter you and all."
She gave the mage a friendly nudge as she lit her arm, and he obliged. Ignoring all the other pyromancers, but keeping half an eye on Vami, she soon managed to perfectly replicate the flames burning on Femto's arm. At least until he extinguished his own flame and waved his hand through her false fires. Though she tried to replicate how fire moved, how it should react to the wind and hand passing through it, the sudden loss of her reference and unexpected interference with her illusion distracted her, and the fire seemed to slant unnaturally, almost as if it were rigid. Her attempts felt like a child, attempting to imitate a professional dancer after her first day of lessons.
"What, had enough of my flattery?" She said toyingly to Femto, switching her flames to her far hand, out of his reach before addressing the rest of the troupe. "Well, I had planned to find a nice bed for the night before dining, but it appears that opportunity has passed." She nodded towards where a group of mages were arguing over who would get the bedrooms of some nearby guest suites. A shame too, they had seemed quite nice, with one of the better beds in the fortress. "So I figure the best way you can repay is to accompany me to the banquet that should be happening fairly soon out on the green."
Shara looked towards Vami as she concluded, her eyes never leaving his. Her stare dared him to say anything otherwise, while hinting that answers might be found there as well. In the din of a feast, with so many of the mages gathered in one place, it would be possible for them to have a more private conversation. She hoped to pry some answers from him as well in that time.
I've looked through those sections, but the only real mention of how long ago the paladins were founded or the age of Grand Master Grimnoc are in Count Deliah's bit, where it mentions that his grandfather relinquished the kingdom. I was hoping for a number to give a better idea of how much time has passed.
To be honest, I was under the impression that you were still planning something for us mages, or that something was being planned by you and Tiberious. I can get something going once I leave the fortress, but I wanted to spend some more time developing Shara's powers, and discovering the history of the fortress. I can work around either, with freedom or guided, just let me know which path we're going on.
A few questions, while I'm at it. How long ago were the paladins formed? How old is Grand Master Grinoc? The paladins on Altea overthrew the mages, but do you much care about any lands over the seas? Does the location of the fortress matter much, aside from being in a temperate forest? Let me know if there's anything of particular to leave open about the fortress.
I'll try and get a post up later tonight / tomorrow morning.
A few questions, while I'm at it. How long ago were the paladins formed? How old is Grand Master Grinoc? The paladins on Altea overthrew the mages, but do you much care about any lands over the seas? Does the location of the fortress matter much, aside from being in a temperate forest? Let me know if there's anything of particular to leave open about the fortress.
I'll try and get a post up later tonight / tomorrow morning.
Looks like things are moving along now. Just to clarify what Shara did a bit, she basically overlaid Vami with a thin illusion to change his skin color. The vanishing horns and tail were done similarly, but they were shaded like the what was behind them, from Shara's perspective, and would be more visibly still there from any other perspective.
Without the heat, my fire is no true flame. Shara thought, staring down at her arm as she walked. But I'd bet it's hard to tell from a distance. Her mind wandered back to the subject of where the unnamed fort was located. There had to be a library around here somewhere, maybe it would even have maps.
"What secrets do you hold?" She wispered, running her hand against the wall. Yes, she would have to find the library. What language would the books be written in? What secrets would they hold? Her stomach rumbled, and Shara decided the library would have to wait. Food, and a good sleep would help her keep a clear mind. But to claim a room first, and take off that dreadful armor. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate what Moir had done for her, but there was no point in wearing armor in the midst of fellow mages. Then again, after that incident with the Terror and that flaming mage, maybe wearing the armor is a good idea. Hopefully he was ok, there was bound to be heale-
As if thinking of the man acted as a lodestone, Shara's thoughts were interrupted as the fiery mage and a small posse rounded the corner in front of her, nearly colliding. There was...five...in the group. Shara was not sure she considered the fifth a human. Thoughts of demons being summoned, of monsters and destruction popped into her mind. A tinge of panic rose in her chest, and she quickly turned her eyes to the nearest mage, whose fire she had been faking.
"That's a clever imitation. I suppose mimicry is the highest form of flattery?" He said, waving his arm towards the illusion, then grinning at his posse and the...thing. She tried moving the fire as his hand passed near it, but it seemed off somehow. Stiff. She dismissed the illusion.
"Imitation is also a great way of learning, although we are obviously disposed towards different abilities. My flames lack heat, lack life, and I know very little of what I do. I came here, or at least to the forest, hoping to learn." Shara said glancing at the thing once more. It unnerved her, though demons probably didn't wear robes. Nor carry staves. So this was probably not a demon. If it just didn't have those horns, and that tail. And the red skin and eyes didn't help either. She tried her best to imagine they just weren't there. "My name is Shara Vey, and I make illusions."
Shara took half a step back as she addressed the group, preparing to give a grandiose bow. But before she did, she looked at the thing once more, and did not see the thing. At first glance, the horns were gone, as was the tail. In the things place, stood a mostly normal looking man. Just a tad fuzzy in places, and still with the unnatural yellow eyes. Shara froze, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, blatantly staring. She dismissed the disguise she had unwittingly created, then addressed the creature. "And if I may ask, who, or what, are you?"
"What secrets do you hold?" She wispered, running her hand against the wall. Yes, she would have to find the library. What language would the books be written in? What secrets would they hold? Her stomach rumbled, and Shara decided the library would have to wait. Food, and a good sleep would help her keep a clear mind. But to claim a room first, and take off that dreadful armor. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate what Moir had done for her, but there was no point in wearing armor in the midst of fellow mages. Then again, after that incident with the Terror and that flaming mage, maybe wearing the armor is a good idea. Hopefully he was ok, there was bound to be heale-
As if thinking of the man acted as a lodestone, Shara's thoughts were interrupted as the fiery mage and a small posse rounded the corner in front of her, nearly colliding. There was...five...in the group. Shara was not sure she considered the fifth a human. Thoughts of demons being summoned, of monsters and destruction popped into her mind. A tinge of panic rose in her chest, and she quickly turned her eyes to the nearest mage, whose fire she had been faking.
"That's a clever imitation. I suppose mimicry is the highest form of flattery?" He said, waving his arm towards the illusion, then grinning at his posse and the...thing. She tried moving the fire as his hand passed near it, but it seemed off somehow. Stiff. She dismissed the illusion.
"Imitation is also a great way of learning, although we are obviously disposed towards different abilities. My flames lack heat, lack life, and I know very little of what I do. I came here, or at least to the forest, hoping to learn." Shara said glancing at the thing once more. It unnerved her, though demons probably didn't wear robes. Nor carry staves. So this was probably not a demon. If it just didn't have those horns, and that tail. And the red skin and eyes didn't help either. She tried her best to imagine they just weren't there. "My name is Shara Vey, and I make illusions."
Shara took half a step back as she addressed the group, preparing to give a grandiose bow. But before she did, she looked at the thing once more, and did not see the thing. At first glance, the horns were gone, as was the tail. In the things place, stood a mostly normal looking man. Just a tad fuzzy in places, and still with the unnatural yellow eyes. Shara froze, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, blatantly staring. She dismissed the disguise she had unwittingly created, then addressed the creature. "And if I may ask, who, or what, are you?"
Several days earlier...
Shara looked back as the town of Tiena vanished into the distance, a pang of sadness striking her. Will I ever be welcome back there? she wondered. In the short years spent there, the University had become as much a home as the family manor on the island of Tenesia. The road seemed all the more lonely, dwelling on what she'd left behind. She wished she had talked Tresden or Geralt into coming with her, at least part of the way. Some company would have been nice. But when they learned of her true nature, would any of her old friends welcome her back?
”Why did I listen to that damned voice anyways? Why couldn't I just stay in Tiena, stay where it's safe and just go on with my life as if nothing happened? Fool." Her horse snorted in response to her brief tirade, and Shara sighed. She knew why she'd answered the call. Shara didn't care so much for seeing mages safe across the lands, she knew of the horrors magic could create, the destruction it could bring. What truly called her was that it was an opportunity to learn about what she could do. To find out how to do more than conjure heatless flames, or create little figures out of thin air. For all she knew, she was just mad, and seeing things no one else could. But this would be a chance to find out.
Shara smiled to herself, and conjured a small flame in front of her. The roads she took to the Black forest were devoid of intelligent life. If she was going to join these other mages, she should try and learn a bit more about what she could do. She tried conjuring some company, a life size replica of Geralt. At least I can create some company, she thought, but was disappointed when merely a dark, vaguely human shape formed, only to collapse moments later. She sighed and tried again, only this time smaller, slowly working her way towards the Black Forest.
In the Mage Fortress
Shara did not like the way events were unfolding. First and foremost, she did not know where she was, and that bothered her. They had appeared at the fortress through a magical gateway, and were now...somewhere. All her life, Shara had been able to tell where she was relative to things that mattered. The manor, the university, but now she was cut free and floating. She did not like that they were already fighting each other, that other poor mage had been nearly killed by this man, this Terror of the South. She had read about him, he was one of the strongest cases for keeping the paladins in power, though the destroyed villages had been pinned on him, not the paladins as the flaming mage had claimed. For now, Shara was more inclined to believe the story she had been taught her whole life, and the Terror's actions did little to change her mind.
The area cleared soon after the Terror finished his speech. The...violence...of the room scared her. Shara was not here for a bloody revolution, but simply to learn more of what she could do. "What have I gotten myself into." She muttered to herself. Then, pointedly ignoring the blood on the ground, she let her curiosity get the better of her, and began wandering the fortresses corridors, exploring it's rooms, trying to place a date to the old stones. There were intricate carvings along many surfaces, often some sort of serpent motif. Walking the grounds, it was obvious that the fortress was not some remnant of the Annexation or the conflicts that had followed. Nature had had its unimpaired way with the stones for too long. The construction, or what was left of it, hinted at a mix of Aolean and Futan designs, yet lacked the series of temples that would mark it as Aolean, and the thickness of the walls, and the open field in the center eliminated this as any Futan stronghold. It was odd, how well preserved it was.
A visit to the former armory merely confirmed her suspicions that this place was old. A few mages were greedily pouring over weapons and armor, some using magic to restore old blades. She thought she caught an insignia engraved on one of the plates a mage was cleaning, she tried to move in closer to inspect it, but was surprised when the cleaner's large hand swatted her away.
"What're you think you're doing? This is no for you, I'd hardly think you could lift it. Oi Stephson, can you imagine this lil thing trying to wear plate!" One of the other's in the armory turned towards her, and they both burst out laughing, as Shara turned bright red.
"I only wanted to inspe-" Before she could finish, the big man stood up with a clank of metal.
"So many mages have come in here recently, demanding they be granted the 'finest this estate has to offer.' Been trying to work us to death in 'ere, fixing this old stuff up. Come wit me, I've got just the stuff for you." Shara didn't mention that most of the armory was still full, though she could see Stephson, the other worker in the armory, smirking at the obvious exaggeration. The man continued talking as he led her past racks of rusted equiptment. "It's not that I mind the work, anyhow. Most of this stuff is in surprisingly good condition, at least, nothing a lil magic canno' fix. Ah! Here we are!"
The man stopped and grabbed what appeared to Shara as a pile of rust. Shara tried to use the interlude to ask about the insignia - she really had no need, nor want, for armor - but the man man shushed her, giving a conspiratorial grin. He shook the rust pile, and was suddenly holding a gleaming mail shirt. The sighed, a look of bliss on his face. "It is won'erful to use magic freely."
Shara chatted with the man, Moir, who had worked as a blacksmith before being called here. She learned that the insignia was one of his own engraving, and that he believed the buildings to be at least a century abandoned, based off the state of the armory. After showing her the basics of how to care for and wear the armor, he sent her back out, muttering with a smile about how she had caused him such a backlog. Still, the company had been nice after so many lonely days of travel.
Smiling, she returned to wandering the fortress, her arm alight with illusory fire, in imitation of the man she had seen earlier today, thinking of how ridiculous she must look. A young woman, a former student and noble, wearing a mail shirt, covered in fire-that-was-not-fire.
Shara looked back as the town of Tiena vanished into the distance, a pang of sadness striking her. Will I ever be welcome back there? she wondered. In the short years spent there, the University had become as much a home as the family manor on the island of Tenesia. The road seemed all the more lonely, dwelling on what she'd left behind. She wished she had talked Tresden or Geralt into coming with her, at least part of the way. Some company would have been nice. But when they learned of her true nature, would any of her old friends welcome her back?
”Why did I listen to that damned voice anyways? Why couldn't I just stay in Tiena, stay where it's safe and just go on with my life as if nothing happened? Fool." Her horse snorted in response to her brief tirade, and Shara sighed. She knew why she'd answered the call. Shara didn't care so much for seeing mages safe across the lands, she knew of the horrors magic could create, the destruction it could bring. What truly called her was that it was an opportunity to learn about what she could do. To find out how to do more than conjure heatless flames, or create little figures out of thin air. For all she knew, she was just mad, and seeing things no one else could. But this would be a chance to find out.
Shara smiled to herself, and conjured a small flame in front of her. The roads she took to the Black forest were devoid of intelligent life. If she was going to join these other mages, she should try and learn a bit more about what she could do. She tried conjuring some company, a life size replica of Geralt. At least I can create some company, she thought, but was disappointed when merely a dark, vaguely human shape formed, only to collapse moments later. She sighed and tried again, only this time smaller, slowly working her way towards the Black Forest.
In the Mage Fortress
Shara did not like the way events were unfolding. First and foremost, she did not know where she was, and that bothered her. They had appeared at the fortress through a magical gateway, and were now...somewhere. All her life, Shara had been able to tell where she was relative to things that mattered. The manor, the university, but now she was cut free and floating. She did not like that they were already fighting each other, that other poor mage had been nearly killed by this man, this Terror of the South. She had read about him, he was one of the strongest cases for keeping the paladins in power, though the destroyed villages had been pinned on him, not the paladins as the flaming mage had claimed. For now, Shara was more inclined to believe the story she had been taught her whole life, and the Terror's actions did little to change her mind.
The area cleared soon after the Terror finished his speech. The...violence...of the room scared her. Shara was not here for a bloody revolution, but simply to learn more of what she could do. "What have I gotten myself into." She muttered to herself. Then, pointedly ignoring the blood on the ground, she let her curiosity get the better of her, and began wandering the fortresses corridors, exploring it's rooms, trying to place a date to the old stones. There were intricate carvings along many surfaces, often some sort of serpent motif. Walking the grounds, it was obvious that the fortress was not some remnant of the Annexation or the conflicts that had followed. Nature had had its unimpaired way with the stones for too long. The construction, or what was left of it, hinted at a mix of Aolean and Futan designs, yet lacked the series of temples that would mark it as Aolean, and the thickness of the walls, and the open field in the center eliminated this as any Futan stronghold. It was odd, how well preserved it was.
A visit to the former armory merely confirmed her suspicions that this place was old. A few mages were greedily pouring over weapons and armor, some using magic to restore old blades. She thought she caught an insignia engraved on one of the plates a mage was cleaning, she tried to move in closer to inspect it, but was surprised when the cleaner's large hand swatted her away.
"What're you think you're doing? This is no for you, I'd hardly think you could lift it. Oi Stephson, can you imagine this lil thing trying to wear plate!" One of the other's in the armory turned towards her, and they both burst out laughing, as Shara turned bright red.
"I only wanted to inspe-" Before she could finish, the big man stood up with a clank of metal.
"So many mages have come in here recently, demanding they be granted the 'finest this estate has to offer.' Been trying to work us to death in 'ere, fixing this old stuff up. Come wit me, I've got just the stuff for you." Shara didn't mention that most of the armory was still full, though she could see Stephson, the other worker in the armory, smirking at the obvious exaggeration. The man continued talking as he led her past racks of rusted equiptment. "It's not that I mind the work, anyhow. Most of this stuff is in surprisingly good condition, at least, nothing a lil magic canno' fix. Ah! Here we are!"
The man stopped and grabbed what appeared to Shara as a pile of rust. Shara tried to use the interlude to ask about the insignia - she really had no need, nor want, for armor - but the man man shushed her, giving a conspiratorial grin. He shook the rust pile, and was suddenly holding a gleaming mail shirt. The sighed, a look of bliss on his face. "It is won'erful to use magic freely."
Shara chatted with the man, Moir, who had worked as a blacksmith before being called here. She learned that the insignia was one of his own engraving, and that he believed the buildings to be at least a century abandoned, based off the state of the armory. After showing her the basics of how to care for and wear the armor, he sent her back out, muttering with a smile about how she had caused him such a backlog. Still, the company had been nice after so many lonely days of travel.
Smiling, she returned to wandering the fortress, her arm alight with illusory fire, in imitation of the man she had seen earlier today, thinking of how ridiculous she must look. A young woman, a former student and noble, wearing a mail shirt, covered in fire-that-was-not-fire.
So, is there a name for that fortress most mages are cooped up in now, or has that yet to be decided?
Let me know if there's any issues with having a minor noble background. I can rewrite her backstory, but would rather not.
Name: Shara Vey
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Alignment: Mage
Covenant/Affiliation: Member of Vey family, University Student
Personality: In a word, Shara can be summed up as 'curious,' a trait her family often considered a curse, as it tends to lead her into places and subjects where she is not welcome. She can become easily distracted when working with something she considers dull, welcoming any excuse to move to something more interesting. A close second to 'curious' would be 'talkative.' She does not fear to break the silence when with others, and can be caught talking to herself when alone.
Shara is a very trusting individual, almost naive. She is quick to forgive as well, though those who have hurt her or scared her lose the implicit trust she grants most people. Although open about all else, Shara is very secretive about her magic, having revealed it to no others.
Biography: Shara is the second daughter of a minor noble, with three elder brothers. The early years of her life were spent in ease, running through the Vey family's manor and the surrounding gardens. Being the youngest child of five, she was not burdened with the responsibilities of the others. She would not need to inherit and manage the estates, as her eldest brother Gregor would, nor did she have to face the trials of becoming a paladin as Jerem would. With Elana as her elder sister, she didn't even have to fear an early political marriage to some nasty lord, far away. She and Alend, the youngest brother, were the two who had their lives open. At least that was how she thought at the time.
Yet, things were fated to change. In her tenth year, her brother Alend discovered he was a mage. Dutifully, and blissfully unaware of how terrible the consequences would be, he turned himself over to be purified. When he was released by the paladins, he was not the same. He had great difficulty bearing the pain, and would often spend days paralyzed, occasionally breaking into convulsions and screams. A year later, he vanished, only to be found floating facedown in the Vey's decorative fountain. So when Shara discovered she was a mage herself, she was very cautious in keeper her powers hidden, determined not to go through the torment that ended her brother's life.
Years passed, and Shara managed to keep her powers hidden, very rarely using them, despite how the magic seemed to call to her, to want to be used. It frightened her how it burned inside of her. Jerem went off to the mainland to become a paladin, Elana was dutifully betrothed to some other lords son, and sailed away shortly after. And while time passed, Shara learned, and that learning made her hungry for more. Her parents hired her a tutor, and she was taught to read and write, the basic history of the land, and of math and natural philosophy. Eventually, with the help of her tutor, she convinced her parents to send her to learn at Tiena University, for they could not afford to send her to the capital.
And so Shara left the island that had been her home for most of her life, and ventured out into the mainland. Tiena was a fairly small town, and it seemed to have grown up around the University, rather than the town existing first. She felt an odd sense of safety in the town. Perhaps it was the lack of paladins, or that it distanced her from the memories of Alend's torture and death. But finally, in her seventeenth year, she began to try using her powers.
Power Description: Shara is a deceiver. An illusionist. She can manipulate light, and eventually sound, smell, as well creating perceived touch. However that is far away, and she can currently only perform simple manipulations of light.
Spells/Abilities:
Illuminate: In it's current form, this spell creates a heatless flame to light up an area, however with more skill, it can be refined to create varying degrees of brightness, or can be controlled to only shine in certain directions, and create various colors.
Darken: A complement to illuminate. Unlike illuminate, which creates a point which eminates non-magical light, darken acts like a coating, absorbing additional light and making things seem darker. Darken can be used, in conjunction with illuminate, to create illusions. Things that aren't really there, but appear to all as if they are. At her current skill, these illusions are small, and lack detail. Shara cannot yet control darken on its own, and only knows how to use it with Illuminate to create illusions.
Noise: The ability to create the illusion of sound from a given point. Shara does not yet know she can do this, and it will be difficult to learn how to properly control it.
Scent: The ability to create the illusion of a smell. Shara does not yet know she can do this.
Pressure: The eventual pinnacle of her abilities. This ability must be directed specifically, as rather than creating an object, it acts within a persons mind, making them think that they feel something when touching an illusion.
Other Skills:
Education: Having spent three years at the University before the call was sent out, and having spent time learning prior to that, Shara has a wide range of skills and knowledge. She knows basic healing and anatomy, surgery, and basic alchemy. Shara also has some knowledge of history, literature, architecture, and natural philosophy, although these will not likely be helpful in times to come. She is decent at sketching, though art is hardly a strong point of hers. Although she has a wide breadth of knowledge and skills, she is not specialized in any of them, and any who have specifically been trained will be able to outperform her.
Other: Shara is by no means a warrior. She has no fighting skills, and little experience surviving out in the world.
Current Equiptment: As of arriving at the fortress, Shara carries a finely made steel dagger, a notebook, as well as charcoal pencils. She carries her possessions in a satchel, which also contains some spare food and coin.
Name: Shara Vey
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Alignment: Mage
Covenant/Affiliation: Member of Vey family, University Student
Personality: In a word, Shara can be summed up as 'curious,' a trait her family often considered a curse, as it tends to lead her into places and subjects where she is not welcome. She can become easily distracted when working with something she considers dull, welcoming any excuse to move to something more interesting. A close second to 'curious' would be 'talkative.' She does not fear to break the silence when with others, and can be caught talking to herself when alone.
Shara is a very trusting individual, almost naive. She is quick to forgive as well, though those who have hurt her or scared her lose the implicit trust she grants most people. Although open about all else, Shara is very secretive about her magic, having revealed it to no others.
Biography: Shara is the second daughter of a minor noble, with three elder brothers. The early years of her life were spent in ease, running through the Vey family's manor and the surrounding gardens. Being the youngest child of five, she was not burdened with the responsibilities of the others. She would not need to inherit and manage the estates, as her eldest brother Gregor would, nor did she have to face the trials of becoming a paladin as Jerem would. With Elana as her elder sister, she didn't even have to fear an early political marriage to some nasty lord, far away. She and Alend, the youngest brother, were the two who had their lives open. At least that was how she thought at the time.
Yet, things were fated to change. In her tenth year, her brother Alend discovered he was a mage. Dutifully, and blissfully unaware of how terrible the consequences would be, he turned himself over to be purified. When he was released by the paladins, he was not the same. He had great difficulty bearing the pain, and would often spend days paralyzed, occasionally breaking into convulsions and screams. A year later, he vanished, only to be found floating facedown in the Vey's decorative fountain. So when Shara discovered she was a mage herself, she was very cautious in keeper her powers hidden, determined not to go through the torment that ended her brother's life.
Years passed, and Shara managed to keep her powers hidden, very rarely using them, despite how the magic seemed to call to her, to want to be used. It frightened her how it burned inside of her. Jerem went off to the mainland to become a paladin, Elana was dutifully betrothed to some other lords son, and sailed away shortly after. And while time passed, Shara learned, and that learning made her hungry for more. Her parents hired her a tutor, and she was taught to read and write, the basic history of the land, and of math and natural philosophy. Eventually, with the help of her tutor, she convinced her parents to send her to learn at Tiena University, for they could not afford to send her to the capital.
And so Shara left the island that had been her home for most of her life, and ventured out into the mainland. Tiena was a fairly small town, and it seemed to have grown up around the University, rather than the town existing first. She felt an odd sense of safety in the town. Perhaps it was the lack of paladins, or that it distanced her from the memories of Alend's torture and death. But finally, in her seventeenth year, she began to try using her powers.
Power Description: Shara is a deceiver. An illusionist. She can manipulate light, and eventually sound, smell, as well creating perceived touch. However that is far away, and she can currently only perform simple manipulations of light.
Spells/Abilities:
Illuminate: In it's current form, this spell creates a heatless flame to light up an area, however with more skill, it can be refined to create varying degrees of brightness, or can be controlled to only shine in certain directions, and create various colors.
Darken: A complement to illuminate. Unlike illuminate, which creates a point which eminates non-magical light, darken acts like a coating, absorbing additional light and making things seem darker. Darken can be used, in conjunction with illuminate, to create illusions. Things that aren't really there, but appear to all as if they are. At her current skill, these illusions are small, and lack detail. Shara cannot yet control darken on its own, and only knows how to use it with Illuminate to create illusions.
Noise: The ability to create the illusion of sound from a given point. Shara does not yet know she can do this, and it will be difficult to learn how to properly control it.
Scent: The ability to create the illusion of a smell. Shara does not yet know she can do this.
Pressure: The eventual pinnacle of her abilities. This ability must be directed specifically, as rather than creating an object, it acts within a persons mind, making them think that they feel something when touching an illusion.
Other Skills:
Education: Having spent three years at the University before the call was sent out, and having spent time learning prior to that, Shara has a wide range of skills and knowledge. She knows basic healing and anatomy, surgery, and basic alchemy. Shara also has some knowledge of history, literature, architecture, and natural philosophy, although these will not likely be helpful in times to come. She is decent at sketching, though art is hardly a strong point of hers. Although she has a wide breadth of knowledge and skills, she is not specialized in any of them, and any who have specifically been trained will be able to outperform her.
Other: Shara is by no means a warrior. She has no fighting skills, and little experience surviving out in the world.
Current Equiptment: As of arriving at the fortress, Shara carries a finely made steel dagger, a notebook, as well as charcoal pencils. She carries her possessions in a satchel, which also contains some spare food and coin.
I plan on reading through whats happened so far in a bit more detail, and then get a CS up later today. Is there much of an imbalance between Paladin/Mage characters, or does it not much matter which I choose? (Having read through the IC, it seems like it would be far simpler to insert a mage at this point, so I'll go with that for now. I can make both if you'd like another paladin though. )
Hope to join you soon.
Hope to join you soon.
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