KirahExample of the FT character I would use.
Name: Jeanne
Nickname: The Archangel
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Guild: Lamia Scale
Rank: S-Class
Personality: There is but only two sides in this world to Jeanne. Right and Wrong. Those who would save others, and others who would do harm. A staunch believer in the ideals of the existence that is both Good and Evil, she stubbornly and defiantly fights on the side which she deems to be good. For that side she will fight for until the end, bitter or otherwise without regard for her own life. Not once had she ever been truly suicidal, but there have been times where she has defied immeasurable odds for the sake of those who could not. She considers herself a noble knight, who would happily serve a similarly noble purpose.
History: Jeanne knew not of her parents, the earliest vestiges of her memory being simply scratching for scraps on the streets of a city to survive. Begging and stealing to eat every single day at least once, less she might starve and lose what little strength she had. The next memory is the shadow of someone picking her up off the street and carrying her off to a place called a Guild. There, from a young tender age she was put into extraordinarily disciplined training. Learning how to shape and tone her body, how to use a sword and shield. Yet the entire reason for which she had been brought there never coalesced.
There was a tremendous amount of magic coursing through her system. It was dangerous, volatile, even for the advanced members of the guild. Yet it never manifested itself until a fateful day. A young Jeanne of twelve summers' age had been sent to the market by Ooba to fetch some varying spices and herbs for an upcoming party.
What neither of them knew was that she had been followed upon her leaving from the guild.
From all sides as she walked through the marketplace, she came under attack. First, they had dealt a grievous wound, looking to kill the girl as a message to her adoptive father. Dark Magi, four of them cornered her in an alleyway as she had tried to run. In that alleyway, her Magic decided to manifest itself to defend her at long last. In a brilliant light of gold, a sword manifested in her hand, and a dozen more in the air about her. The next moments themselves were horrific, as the four Dark Magi were literally cut to ribbons as glorious wings of white spawned from her shoulder blades.
She did not walk home, she flew. The wings themselves spreading wide and carrying the bleeding and panicked girl home. There, she encountered both horror and joy. Ooba now saw his adoptive child in her truest form, in spite of the tears of misery and fear that traced down her cheeks. Over the next years, the training he gave only hardened in difficulty as they further honed her capable magic. By her eighteenth year of life, she became one of the leading edges of Lamia Scale, and even eight years later she continues to do so as she further hones her capability as a magi.
Her guild mark resides just beneath her collarbone on the left side. For her heart resides with her father's people.
Magic:
Holy Sword Magic - Able to summon anywhere from one up to three hundred swords of pure light with her ability, Jeanne creates a literal maelstrom of steel by which she assaults her opponents. A much smaller scale example of this would be this video:
youtube.com/watchv=b6At_bb1PNU
Though the swords themselves are white, akin to the hottest flame. She can alter the shape and size of these blades as well, to even making the flames themselves rupture outward like a superheated explosion.
Holy Guardian - Sprouting from her shoulder blades at will is a pair of two magnificent wings. Made of pearlescent white feathers, they enable her the feat of flight and rather exquisite mobility in the air.
The Protection of the Divine - At her will, Jeanne encompasses herself in a suit of wonderfully steadfast magical armor. Made out of plates that look like the purest ivory in accents of intricately detailed gold, with the wings she often wears it is a beautiful sight to behold. Able to withstand or significantly reduce both physical and magical attacks alike, the oddest thing is that the faceplate is an exact mimicry of her own. Eerie as that may be, the abysmally black eye slits have two thin black lines that curve down her cheeks, almost as if she were weeping for her adversary's fate.
The Ashbringer - If she were to decide such, Jeanne can combine at least one dozen of her summoned blades of Holy Flame into one singular, large blade. Nearly as tall as she is and almost as wide, the more blades she combines, the more devastating the effect it possesses. It were said once that when she was dispatched against a mass of cultists at the dawn of a fair morning, and when she combined all of her swords into one blade, they vanished within seconds. Little more than to ash they were reduced as with The Ashbringer, her attacks rupture forwardly in an explosion of holy flame. Incinerating those she deems to be evil, if they are foolish enough to continue to be her adversary.
The Light of Dawn - An attack that exhausts the entirety of Jeanne's magic for at least twenty-four hours, if she survives it. It is a devastating form of her abilities that coalesces all of her magical might into a singular point. Sending it forward into a conflict, this tiny, period-sized point of light ruptures upon arriving to its destination. So powerful is it in spite of being so small, that it can turn entire cities into dust in the matter of split seconds. It is a technique she has only used once, and intends to never use it again. Others who have seen it happen think it to be The Wrath of God embodied in the powers of a young woman. In darker circles, others have called her a Scion of the Apocalypse because of it.
Avenging Wrath - The pair of her wings on her back split and grow to become four equally sized ones, and everything about Jeanne is doubled in terms of potency. Her magic, her already commendable physical strength and speed as a Magi, and so on. Those who have been so unfortunate to face against her in such a state, but fortunate enough to survive say that she has summoned more than several hundred blades of white fire when using such a form. Whether or not their claims are true is simply another matter that's yet to be seen.
Other: None, I think?
Nickname: The Archangel
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Guild: Lamia Scale
Rank: S-Class
Personality: There is but only two sides in this world to Jeanne. Right and Wrong. Those who would save others, and others who would do harm. A staunch believer in the ideals of the existence that is both Good and Evil, she stubbornly and defiantly fights on the side which she deems to be good. For that side she will fight for until the end, bitter or otherwise without regard for her own life. Not once had she ever been truly suicidal, but there have been times where she has defied immeasurable odds for the sake of those who could not. She considers herself a noble knight, who would happily serve a similarly noble purpose.
History: Jeanne knew not of her parents, the earliest vestiges of her memory being simply scratching for scraps on the streets of a city to survive. Begging and stealing to eat every single day at least once, less she might starve and lose what little strength she had. The next memory is the shadow of someone picking her up off the street and carrying her off to a place called a Guild. There, from a young tender age she was put into extraordinarily disciplined training. Learning how to shape and tone her body, how to use a sword and shield. Yet the entire reason for which she had been brought there never coalesced.
There was a tremendous amount of magic coursing through her system. It was dangerous, volatile, even for the advanced members of the guild. Yet it never manifested itself until a fateful day. A young Jeanne of twelve summers' age had been sent to the market by Ooba to fetch some varying spices and herbs for an upcoming party.
What neither of them knew was that she had been followed upon her leaving from the guild.
From all sides as she walked through the marketplace, she came under attack. First, they had dealt a grievous wound, looking to kill the girl as a message to her adoptive father. Dark Magi, four of them cornered her in an alleyway as she had tried to run. In that alleyway, her Magic decided to manifest itself to defend her at long last. In a brilliant light of gold, a sword manifested in her hand, and a dozen more in the air about her. The next moments themselves were horrific, as the four Dark Magi were literally cut to ribbons as glorious wings of white spawned from her shoulder blades.
She did not walk home, she flew. The wings themselves spreading wide and carrying the bleeding and panicked girl home. There, she encountered both horror and joy. Ooba now saw his adoptive child in her truest form, in spite of the tears of misery and fear that traced down her cheeks. Over the next years, the training he gave only hardened in difficulty as they further honed her capable magic. By her eighteenth year of life, she became one of the leading edges of Lamia Scale, and even eight years later she continues to do so as she further hones her capability as a magi.
Her guild mark resides just beneath her collarbone on the left side. For her heart resides with her father's people.
Magic:
Holy Sword Magic - Able to summon anywhere from one up to three hundred swords of pure light with her ability, Jeanne creates a literal maelstrom of steel by which she assaults her opponents. A much smaller scale example of this would be this video:
youtube.com/watchv=b6At_bb1PNU
Though the swords themselves are white, akin to the hottest flame. She can alter the shape and size of these blades as well, to even making the flames themselves rupture outward like a superheated explosion.
Holy Guardian - Sprouting from her shoulder blades at will is a pair of two magnificent wings. Made of pearlescent white feathers, they enable her the feat of flight and rather exquisite mobility in the air.
The Protection of the Divine - At her will, Jeanne encompasses herself in a suit of wonderfully steadfast magical armor. Made out of plates that look like the purest ivory in accents of intricately detailed gold, with the wings she often wears it is a beautiful sight to behold. Able to withstand or significantly reduce both physical and magical attacks alike, the oddest thing is that the faceplate is an exact mimicry of her own. Eerie as that may be, the abysmally black eye slits have two thin black lines that curve down her cheeks, almost as if she were weeping for her adversary's fate.
The Ashbringer - If she were to decide such, Jeanne can combine at least one dozen of her summoned blades of Holy Flame into one singular, large blade. Nearly as tall as she is and almost as wide, the more blades she combines, the more devastating the effect it possesses. It were said once that when she was dispatched against a mass of cultists at the dawn of a fair morning, and when she combined all of her swords into one blade, they vanished within seconds. Little more than to ash they were reduced as with The Ashbringer, her attacks rupture forwardly in an explosion of holy flame. Incinerating those she deems to be evil, if they are foolish enough to continue to be her adversary.
The Light of Dawn - An attack that exhausts the entirety of Jeanne's magic for at least twenty-four hours, if she survives it. It is a devastating form of her abilities that coalesces all of her magical might into a singular point. Sending it forward into a conflict, this tiny, period-sized point of light ruptures upon arriving to its destination. So powerful is it in spite of being so small, that it can turn entire cities into dust in the matter of split seconds. It is a technique she has only used once, and intends to never use it again. Others who have seen it happen think it to be The Wrath of God embodied in the powers of a young woman. In darker circles, others have called her a Scion of the Apocalypse because of it.
Avenging Wrath - The pair of her wings on her back split and grow to become four equally sized ones, and everything about Jeanne is doubled in terms of potency. Her magic, her already commendable physical strength and speed as a Magi, and so on. Those who have been so unfortunate to face against her in such a state, but fortunate enough to survive say that she has summoned more than several hundred blades of white fire when using such a form. Whether or not their claims are true is simply another matter that's yet to be seen.
Other: None, I think?
