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Yeah, that'd be totes awesome. Maybe make a Google Doc or something to act as a job board.
With the ring of the alarm clock, Celia rose and sat up in her bed, greeting the morning sun as it shined in through her bedroom window. The black-haired girl looked around her small room for a moment before stretching and getting out of bed, standing in her pale blue night gown. The room was filled with various stuffed animals and knick knacks she'd accrued during her jobs with Mystic Ram. "Better get going...might miss out on a job if I don't!" Celia smiled, sliding open the bedroom door to reveal the small living area of her apartment, with attached kitchen and a small bathroom on the other side of the room. It was a tiny place, but big enough for her. She saved space by just having a table, some seats,and a bookshelf in the corner opposite the kitchen.
After making herself some eggs and fruit for breakfast, Celia returned to her room to grab her clothes, then went to the bathroom to bathe. She'd decided to wear her short-sleeved white blouse, with the frilled bottom, some denim shorts, and sandals. Whatever job there was, she just hoped that it didn't involve climbing. Grabbing her cute blue bag off of the kitchen table, Celia began to make her way down the stairs and out onto the street of Middlemist. The town had been so lively since her arrival, and she was truly thankful her family allowed her to live there. Folks were out and about, and Celia made sure to wave to them as she passed by on her way to the guild hall.
As she approached the entrance to the Mystic Ram guild hall, Celia spotted a familiar dark, animal shape sprinting her way. A squint later and she made out that it was Noire, with her owner Jayce not too far behind her. The young woman stuck her hand in the air and waved, the white guildmark on the underside of her right forearm visible. "Good Morning Jayce! Hello Noire!" Celia greeted happily.
After making herself some eggs and fruit for breakfast, Celia returned to her room to grab her clothes, then went to the bathroom to bathe. She'd decided to wear her short-sleeved white blouse, with the frilled bottom, some denim shorts, and sandals. Whatever job there was, she just hoped that it didn't involve climbing. Grabbing her cute blue bag off of the kitchen table, Celia began to make her way down the stairs and out onto the street of Middlemist. The town had been so lively since her arrival, and she was truly thankful her family allowed her to live there. Folks were out and about, and Celia made sure to wave to them as she passed by on her way to the guild hall.
As she approached the entrance to the Mystic Ram guild hall, Celia spotted a familiar dark, animal shape sprinting her way. A squint later and she made out that it was Noire, with her owner Jayce not too far behind her. The young woman stuck her hand in the air and waved, the white guildmark on the underside of her right forearm visible. "Good Morning Jayce! Hello Noire!" Celia greeted happily.
The sound of revolution was truly deafening, in more ways than just the physical.
A cacophony was arising within the stone confines of the subterranean prison, bouncing off the walls with such vigor that Elayna's ears rang with it's strength. The rebels were arming themselves, as she and a gravely concerned Zaveed had to tend to Reigenleif. There was something in the Khajiit's voice, which was falling upon still ears, that the Breton hadn't truly believed to hear from their fearless, savage leader. The man who had just carved others to pieces was now carrying so much frustration and emotion on his tones that Elayna felt...well, moved, if there was no better term. As his gaze met hers, and he told her what she already knew they had to do, it'd finally clicked. Her comrade's life was in the balance. And if they were to survive this ordeal, then there could be nothing that would stop them.
From the mass of rebels, after the guards below had been quelled, a large Nord man who called himself Torir, approached them and asked their names. Zaveed obliged in truth. Aliases wouldn't really help them now, it seemed. After their brief introduction, Torir rallied his people with a vitalizing speech, leading them into battle above. With a few lulling behind to lend them aid, Elayna smiled a genuine smile. She knew that she would only be able to buy time for Zaveed to get Reigenlief away if they were to run into trouble alone. Some back-up was more than welcome in the streets that had to have gotten more chaotic since the morning.
With Zaveed cautiously caring Reigenleif, the group ascended the stairs to find bodies all across the floor of the cottage, with not as many rebels among them as Elayna originally expected. It was a grisly sight, but Elayna had to steel herself; A misstep could cost her life. Their new friend Torir was gleefully bashing in a guard's skull when Zaveed turned to them after they were away from the eyes of the guard. Shimmering frost, paltry though it was in the desert heat, dripped from the alchemist's palm.
"Of course. Lead on."
A cacophony was arising within the stone confines of the subterranean prison, bouncing off the walls with such vigor that Elayna's ears rang with it's strength. The rebels were arming themselves, as she and a gravely concerned Zaveed had to tend to Reigenleif. There was something in the Khajiit's voice, which was falling upon still ears, that the Breton hadn't truly believed to hear from their fearless, savage leader. The man who had just carved others to pieces was now carrying so much frustration and emotion on his tones that Elayna felt...well, moved, if there was no better term. As his gaze met hers, and he told her what she already knew they had to do, it'd finally clicked. Her comrade's life was in the balance. And if they were to survive this ordeal, then there could be nothing that would stop them.
From the mass of rebels, after the guards below had been quelled, a large Nord man who called himself Torir, approached them and asked their names. Zaveed obliged in truth. Aliases wouldn't really help them now, it seemed. After their brief introduction, Torir rallied his people with a vitalizing speech, leading them into battle above. With a few lulling behind to lend them aid, Elayna smiled a genuine smile. She knew that she would only be able to buy time for Zaveed to get Reigenlief away if they were to run into trouble alone. Some back-up was more than welcome in the streets that had to have gotten more chaotic since the morning.
With Zaveed cautiously caring Reigenleif, the group ascended the stairs to find bodies all across the floor of the cottage, with not as many rebels among them as Elayna originally expected. It was a grisly sight, but Elayna had to steel herself; A misstep could cost her life. Their new friend Torir was gleefully bashing in a guard's skull when Zaveed turned to them after they were away from the eyes of the guard. Shimmering frost, paltry though it was in the desert heat, dripped from the alchemist's palm.
"Of course. Lead on."
Yay!
Excuse me for watching the dub and thinking that she says "DO DO DOOOOO". Either way, Mayushii is life, son.
Excuse me for watching the dub and thinking that she says "DO DO DOOOOO". Either way, Mayushii is life, son.
Name: Celia Lutece
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality:
Celia has a roaming spirit that hates to be tied down. This mindset may seem to be in conflict with joining a guild for one's foreseeable future and getting tied down, but to Celia, it's quite the opposite. When she's with her guildmates and friends, she feels even more free than ever more. And it's a good thing she has such people around her; the poor girl is often oblivious to danger and keeps on with her happy-go-lucky attitude and airy nature straight into the lion's den. Thankfully, she realizes it at the last second and scurries away or pelts the lion or similar danger in the face with condensed bullets of stardust, should there not be a large rock to hide behind. Because, really, fighting isn't fun. Unless her comrades are in danger, Celia will often just make a show of wearing the opposition out with her never ending stream of energy. She could probably power the whole of Magnolia.
Anger and sadness are also somewhat lost on her, the former more so than the latter. Her patience is vast, and her willingness to cheer up others at her expense is legendary. However, there are just those times that bring down even the highest flying kite, and when those times roll around, Celia is seen to be just as vulnerable as everyone else. She just makes a good show of burying it.
Biography:
Celia was born in the City Without Sound, before the curse was enacted and Hidden was set in place. She never knew her father, as he went off to travel the world, and hasn't come back. The young girl was instead raised by her mother, Lotus Lutece, and her older brother, Cedar, and her grandparents. Being a city steeped in magic, and since her family was skilled in magic, as the rest of the citizens in town, it was only natural that Celia followed suit. At around the age of 11, after the curse had been lifted, she had begun to show potential, bending the sand around the city outskirts in subtle ways as she played. As she got older, she wanted to pursue this magic further, but decided that just plain sand was too boring, Instead, Celia began experimenting, pouring magic into the sand, to change it's properties. By infusing the grains with magic, she turned them into sparkling bits of raw metals, along with turning the impurities into shimmering dark mists which fluctuated colors. Thus, her Nebula Magic was born.
Reaching her mid-teens, her family saw that staying in the City wasn't going to cut it for Celia. She was always looking up to the horizon, to see the lights of surrounding cities from the hills. There was no denying that she wanted to soar, and experience everything Fiore had to offer. With a bit of a heavy heart, her mother sent her brother with her to take her to one of the surrounding guilds. Fairy Tail was famous, but they were always getting into giant predicaments, so she was steered away from there. They wandered until they found the town of Middlemist, and seeing as the guild there, Mystic Ram, seemed a bit more low-key, as they were just getting their start and rebuilding after Deliora's rampage. Celia bid farewell to her brother there, and applied to Mystic Ram. Now 19, she's been around for two years, and she's never been happier.
Magic: Nebula Magic
Type: Caster
By infusing sand and earth with pure magic, Celia refines the metallic particles and charges them, giving them new properties and making a new substance which she dubs, 'stardust'. This stardust, which is very bright itself, radiates a dark and multi-colored mist that is the impurities of the earth, creating a nebula gas cloud effect, hence the name.
It becomes able to recharge one's magic energy, at the cost of the caster's, be turned into dense projectiles, barriers, and has quite a few other uses that makes Celia a versatile member on a team, even with her peaceful disposition. Her magic is a bit slow, as she has to infuse and breakdown earth and dirt on the spot, but she's become so adept that the process takes a matter of seconds. Those seconds could cost her, however.
Spells:
Nebula Rain: Celia compresses charged stardust to form a slew of small, dense spherical projectiles that she sends forth at high speeds to pepper the target. A small magical charge can cause the bullets to dissipate, much like the one radiated by wizards naturally, making this attack a lower-power attack, and more of a stun.
Charge Cloud: Placing a fraction of her magic power into a cloud of stardust, Celia sends this cloud over her allies, where the particles touch their skin and diffuse the magic into it, revitalizing their magic power stores slightly at the cost of a chunk of Celia's. The more people there are, the less each one gets.
Starboost: By creating pockets of stardust beneath her feet, Celia can glide across the ground with grace and speed, making her much more agile. It takes a small but steady stream of magic to maintain, so while she can use it for distance travel, she tends not to. She can create a larger cloud beneath her feet and propel herself upward as well, to make large jumps, but it takes a slightly larger portion of magic.
Nebula Razor: When told to get serious and fight, this is Celia's go-to spell. With more power holding the particles together, these projectiles slice through magic to hit their target. They can only withstand so much before breaking apart, but they can save Celia in a pinch.
Skybuster: Celia condenses a large projectile, supercharges it, and fires it off in a powerful beam. A heavy spell that she hasn't used outside of training, it takes a lot of power and time to prepare.
Heavenwall: Celia creates a barrier of stardust, which can shrug off physical strikes well, and take a few magical attacks. It is far from being an impenetrable wall, but it provides defense when greatly needed.
Assimilate: Through intense concentration, Celia charges stardust with her own consciousness, essentially becoming the cloud and leaving her body in a sleep state. She can wander quite far without repercussions, but her body is completely vulnerable and a sufficient magical discharge to the cloud could leave Celia in a coma while her consciousness reconstitutes. It's for emergencies, such as if she gets lost or trapped, or when stealth is paramount and her team needs intel badly.
I tried to get creative and I came up with super cool magical dirt.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality:
Celia has a roaming spirit that hates to be tied down. This mindset may seem to be in conflict with joining a guild for one's foreseeable future and getting tied down, but to Celia, it's quite the opposite. When she's with her guildmates and friends, she feels even more free than ever more. And it's a good thing she has such people around her; the poor girl is often oblivious to danger and keeps on with her happy-go-lucky attitude and airy nature straight into the lion's den. Thankfully, she realizes it at the last second and scurries away or pelts the lion or similar danger in the face with condensed bullets of stardust, should there not be a large rock to hide behind. Because, really, fighting isn't fun. Unless her comrades are in danger, Celia will often just make a show of wearing the opposition out with her never ending stream of energy. She could probably power the whole of Magnolia.
Anger and sadness are also somewhat lost on her, the former more so than the latter. Her patience is vast, and her willingness to cheer up others at her expense is legendary. However, there are just those times that bring down even the highest flying kite, and when those times roll around, Celia is seen to be just as vulnerable as everyone else. She just makes a good show of burying it.
Biography:
Celia was born in the City Without Sound, before the curse was enacted and Hidden was set in place. She never knew her father, as he went off to travel the world, and hasn't come back. The young girl was instead raised by her mother, Lotus Lutece, and her older brother, Cedar, and her grandparents. Being a city steeped in magic, and since her family was skilled in magic, as the rest of the citizens in town, it was only natural that Celia followed suit. At around the age of 11, after the curse had been lifted, she had begun to show potential, bending the sand around the city outskirts in subtle ways as she played. As she got older, she wanted to pursue this magic further, but decided that just plain sand was too boring, Instead, Celia began experimenting, pouring magic into the sand, to change it's properties. By infusing the grains with magic, she turned them into sparkling bits of raw metals, along with turning the impurities into shimmering dark mists which fluctuated colors. Thus, her Nebula Magic was born.
Reaching her mid-teens, her family saw that staying in the City wasn't going to cut it for Celia. She was always looking up to the horizon, to see the lights of surrounding cities from the hills. There was no denying that she wanted to soar, and experience everything Fiore had to offer. With a bit of a heavy heart, her mother sent her brother with her to take her to one of the surrounding guilds. Fairy Tail was famous, but they were always getting into giant predicaments, so she was steered away from there. They wandered until they found the town of Middlemist, and seeing as the guild there, Mystic Ram, seemed a bit more low-key, as they were just getting their start and rebuilding after Deliora's rampage. Celia bid farewell to her brother there, and applied to Mystic Ram. Now 19, she's been around for two years, and she's never been happier.
Magic: Nebula Magic
Type: Caster
By infusing sand and earth with pure magic, Celia refines the metallic particles and charges them, giving them new properties and making a new substance which she dubs, 'stardust'. This stardust, which is very bright itself, radiates a dark and multi-colored mist that is the impurities of the earth, creating a nebula gas cloud effect, hence the name.
It becomes able to recharge one's magic energy, at the cost of the caster's, be turned into dense projectiles, barriers, and has quite a few other uses that makes Celia a versatile member on a team, even with her peaceful disposition. Her magic is a bit slow, as she has to infuse and breakdown earth and dirt on the spot, but she's become so adept that the process takes a matter of seconds. Those seconds could cost her, however.
Spells:
Nebula Rain: Celia compresses charged stardust to form a slew of small, dense spherical projectiles that she sends forth at high speeds to pepper the target. A small magical charge can cause the bullets to dissipate, much like the one radiated by wizards naturally, making this attack a lower-power attack, and more of a stun.
Charge Cloud: Placing a fraction of her magic power into a cloud of stardust, Celia sends this cloud over her allies, where the particles touch their skin and diffuse the magic into it, revitalizing their magic power stores slightly at the cost of a chunk of Celia's. The more people there are, the less each one gets.
Starboost: By creating pockets of stardust beneath her feet, Celia can glide across the ground with grace and speed, making her much more agile. It takes a small but steady stream of magic to maintain, so while she can use it for distance travel, she tends not to. She can create a larger cloud beneath her feet and propel herself upward as well, to make large jumps, but it takes a slightly larger portion of magic.
Nebula Razor: When told to get serious and fight, this is Celia's go-to spell. With more power holding the particles together, these projectiles slice through magic to hit their target. They can only withstand so much before breaking apart, but they can save Celia in a pinch.
Skybuster: Celia condenses a large projectile, supercharges it, and fires it off in a powerful beam. A heavy spell that she hasn't used outside of training, it takes a lot of power and time to prepare.
Heavenwall: Celia creates a barrier of stardust, which can shrug off physical strikes well, and take a few magical attacks. It is far from being an impenetrable wall, but it provides defense when greatly needed.
Assimilate: Through intense concentration, Celia charges stardust with her own consciousness, essentially becoming the cloud and leaving her body in a sleep state. She can wander quite far without repercussions, but her body is completely vulnerable and a sufficient magical discharge to the cloud could leave Celia in a coma while her consciousness reconstitutes. It's for emergencies, such as if she gets lost or trapped, or when stealth is paramount and her team needs intel badly.
I tried to get creative and I came up with super cool magical dirt.
I thought I was gonna have a character up today. But then when Hat Requip started sounding like a good idea I thought it was a time to stop thinking.
SOON, MY LOVELIES. SOON.
Also, hi Irish and Chukkle :D
SOON, MY LOVELIES. SOON.
Also, hi Irish and Chukkle :D
Hey. Hey you guys. Fairy Tail is cool. So you know what? I'd like to make a character when my eyes aren't withering into little shrivles.
If that's cool? I hope it is. If so, that'd be absolutely -magical-.
If that's cool? I hope it is. If so, that'd be absolutely -magical-.
Coupled with your signature, that is both hilarious and terrifying.
As soon as the clashing of steel began, Elayna funneled all she could into dashing to the other side of the prison. Elayna pulled up her skirt enough to unsheathe her dagger, before dropping and it pushing on. Gods damn these wretched clothes...pretty to look at, but absolutely terrible to steal cell keys in... The Breton grumbled mentally. In her free hand, she prepared an Stoneflesh spell and cast it, giving her some semblance of protection. It was getting to the point where such a paltry spell was barely serving her...she'd have to seek out a tome or two after this insanity.
While she ran, the prisoners who were lucid and knew what was happening shouted at her, telling her to look on the right wall for the keys. The young woman nodded as she ran, a breathy "Thanks, loves" escaping her burning throat. With most guards dealing with the more dangerous threats, Elayna initially believed she could get the keys without any hassle what-so-ever, but of course, fate had it's ways of testing her. A guard emerged from the office, presumably there to grab a weapon, curved sword in hand, coming straight for her. The dark-skinned man closed in, swinging his sword straight for Elayna's neck. She stumbled back, thankfully dodging the beheading strike, and sprayed the guard's face with a stinging Frostbite spell. The cold air and frozen dust suddenly shot into his eyes blinded the man, and Elayna took the opportunity to trip him and, with suppressed horror in her heart, she plunged her blade into the guard's neck, ending his life in a series of terrible gurgling pleas.
With a roiling stomach, Elayna removed the blade and used her headscarf to wipe it, promptly disposing of it over the railing. She finally made it to the warden's office, and, thank the Divines, the keys were indeed hanging on a hook on near the entrance. The Breton eyed the weapons that were on a rack lying against the opposite wall. Running out into the prison once more, Elayna began unlocking a couple cells on the upper floor, fumbling for the keys in the dark to unlock them. She was about to do the same on the bottom floor, before she saw Reigenleif crumple onto the ground, a wound on her chest and a guard above her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her companion fall, though she was slightly relieved when the golden glow of Restoration surrounded the Nord's palms, enough to save her life temporarily. There was no way she could open all of the cells in time.
"Free the others, arm yourselves, and aid him." Elayna motioned to Zaveed and handed off the keys and potions, as she made her way to the floor below. With little more than a passing thought, she mustered her magicka and sent an Ice Spike through the chest of Reigenleif's attacker, as he turned to face her, causing him to fall to the floor as well. Elayna was stumbling now, the toll of Frost magic in a desert, her fatigue, and the sickness in her stomach causing her to fall at Reigenleif's side. Taking her dagger and cutting the sleeves from her blouse, the alchemist dabbed some of her rejuvinating potion onto the strips and tried to bandage the wound. Hopefully the strengthening properties would help her pull through. Someone would have to go without. Unable to actually pick up the Nord, Elayna had to drag her to the side and get her out of the way of more harm.
She had to hope the few prisoners could aid them, because as it stood, with all of their conditions worsening, they wouldn't last against reinforcements.
While she ran, the prisoners who were lucid and knew what was happening shouted at her, telling her to look on the right wall for the keys. The young woman nodded as she ran, a breathy "Thanks, loves" escaping her burning throat. With most guards dealing with the more dangerous threats, Elayna initially believed she could get the keys without any hassle what-so-ever, but of course, fate had it's ways of testing her. A guard emerged from the office, presumably there to grab a weapon, curved sword in hand, coming straight for her. The dark-skinned man closed in, swinging his sword straight for Elayna's neck. She stumbled back, thankfully dodging the beheading strike, and sprayed the guard's face with a stinging Frostbite spell. The cold air and frozen dust suddenly shot into his eyes blinded the man, and Elayna took the opportunity to trip him and, with suppressed horror in her heart, she plunged her blade into the guard's neck, ending his life in a series of terrible gurgling pleas.
With a roiling stomach, Elayna removed the blade and used her headscarf to wipe it, promptly disposing of it over the railing. She finally made it to the warden's office, and, thank the Divines, the keys were indeed hanging on a hook on near the entrance. The Breton eyed the weapons that were on a rack lying against the opposite wall. Running out into the prison once more, Elayna began unlocking a couple cells on the upper floor, fumbling for the keys in the dark to unlock them. She was about to do the same on the bottom floor, before she saw Reigenleif crumple onto the ground, a wound on her chest and a guard above her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw her companion fall, though she was slightly relieved when the golden glow of Restoration surrounded the Nord's palms, enough to save her life temporarily. There was no way she could open all of the cells in time.
"Free the others, arm yourselves, and aid him." Elayna motioned to Zaveed and handed off the keys and potions, as she made her way to the floor below. With little more than a passing thought, she mustered her magicka and sent an Ice Spike through the chest of Reigenleif's attacker, as he turned to face her, causing him to fall to the floor as well. Elayna was stumbling now, the toll of Frost magic in a desert, her fatigue, and the sickness in her stomach causing her to fall at Reigenleif's side. Taking her dagger and cutting the sleeves from her blouse, the alchemist dabbed some of her rejuvinating potion onto the strips and tried to bandage the wound. Hopefully the strengthening properties would help her pull through. Someone would have to go without. Unable to actually pick up the Nord, Elayna had to drag her to the side and get her out of the way of more harm.
She had to hope the few prisoners could aid them, because as it stood, with all of their conditions worsening, they wouldn't last against reinforcements.
*nudges OOC with a stick*
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