Immersed in the tranquility of night's blackness, Nox's impaired sense of self-awareness failed to notice the flustered scrambling of her reinforcements. Introductions would have to wait; a man had already dragged her into the fray: she did not question the urgency. Allies around her leapt into battle in a haphazard frenzy, it was unrefined, inelegant, and poorly positioned. Yet, she did not have time to reminisce over tactics; the skirmish had begun after all. Looking back would be a waste of time, surely her allies would be competent enough to avoid a possible flank. Maintaining perfect posture, the maven promenaded to the battlefield, ardently anticipating her target's countermeasures.
In a particularly maniacal fashion, a chevalier clad in inky plate mail bludgeons through the Orc ensemble: a feat deserving to be praised for it's audacity, though in hindsight perhaps too intrepid. In all honesty, she truly did question the necessity for immediate action. Arrows and bolts dart from the rear, at the very least, the marksmen pulled their weight. Scattered Orcs refuse to recoil under the mediocre pedestrian assault. Retaliation came aptly; the scattered enemies made it somewhat difficult to notice, but several brawny Orcish archers already knocked their bows into a full draw. The velocity produced in combination with the sheer size of the ammunition would easily tear an armored man in half. Nox concurred that that disabling them is imperative.
Gingerly gesticulating an incantation through her non dominant hand, a gentle draft gathers in the immediate vicinity. The twin tails of her overcoat whisk at leather-dressed ankles; ascending in the air as a thin layer of frost infects the nearby flora. The thinnest ray of moonlight finds itself showcasing her faintest of smiles. Then, immediately, without an ounce of warning, an excessively violent surge of glacial tendrils discharge in a burst of blade-like petals crackling in a satisfying utterance akin to that of breaking glass, narrowly avoiding the berserking knight. Though she was unable to disarm the Orcish bowmen, Nox figured her allies would be able to react appropriately in the time she bought. Forestry crashed under the force of her volatile conjuration. The collection of deadfall severely crippled the enemy's chances of escaping. Not a single beast as of yet hath fell, and though Nox has had enough of these mindless fanatics, she knew equally well it would be a long and difficult fight.
A fortnight proceeding Nox's debut as a member of the Black order presented a new voyage. The objective: aid in the expulsion of a nearby orc camp. Prior to this instance, she had only been assigned solo expeditions. The prospect was curious; she had no knowledge of anyone else in the organization. Half heartedly, she strode through the dusk wood allowing the situation to soak in. The battlemage was to arrive at the designated coordinates by nightfall, though she had fallen late. A tightly fitted glove reveals an envelope bearing the wax sigil of the Black order. Upon inspection, she confirmed the camp before her was indeed the target. To most, the grotesque size and brutish nature of said orcs instilled fear. Nox however, thought they were merely dirty.
Regardless, there was nothing she could do on her own. Years of experience gave her the time she needed to test limits and capabilities. With utmost confidence; she could fell a single beast and injure the rest, yet, that would lead to her downfall. Instead, she analyzed the situation. The maven concurred: several archers and all with muscular builds. Close combat for someone as frail as she would be suicide. The assembly persisted directly in the center of a forest clearing. An ambush would be impossible without access to high range attacks. Likewise, she was assured her safety, as the enemy's advancement is easily detectable from her position. Neatly creasing the parchment, ensuring that no edges fray, Nox tucked it deep within her person.
As night's chilling winds beckoned, the Fayette daughter remained undaunted. She knew reinforcements would come eventually. Wind gathered, sweeping hazel locks with lavender and herbs. She was not suitably dressed for the weather, in any case, the cold never bothered her anyways. The woodland's freshness was of its many qualities the mage enjoyed. Through branches bleached blue by the inky sky, Nox could see stars and galaxies far beyond her reach, stained in the rich dark purple hues she found to her liking; and contemplated on poetic subjects such as the vastness of the world in which she lived. Steeling herself, Nox, hand over heart, waited.
@Arthanus I just cleared up the image issue, but as for your questions: 1) Nox's father was a nobody, he gave up his daughter for the sole purpose of gaining wealth. 2) "Late at night, Nox was often found within the study, analyzing powerful grimoires in hopes that one day, she'd be able to defend the woman who gave her an identity." as referenced by this quote, magic is a self taught skill that she learned in her free time with the intention of protecting her master, though it was more of a hobby than anything else. Once she acquired freedom, her magical aptitude increased as she fought the various creatures of Alestoth. 3) Nox was conflicted about leaving, but her master, being the generous soul she is, decided it was best to let her explore the world for herself, as she believed Nox had a higher calling then cleaning.
I apologize for the lack of clarity in my writing, I must have gotten over-excited. In the future I'll try my best to avoid discrepancies and deliver concise narratives.
@Arthanus After reviewing the picture and link several times, I'm not entirely sure of what is wrong with the bb code :O I can't really see the problem. I think the reason my character feels so thematically different is because I intentionally avoided a tragic backstory (I thought it might give a little bit more diversity), though I can see how the lack of dramatism might come off as stale. The simplicity in her backstory leaves me very open to character development as the plot advances, nonetheless, thank you for your time. Further insight would be greatly appreciated.
Appearance: Nox is the epitome of simplicity. Sporting fair skin and a height of 5'9", a life of solitude within the confines of her master's abode leave her fresh and unblemished. A blue sigil is located on her back, directly over her heart; indicating magical aptitude.
Bio: Pursuing a higher social status, Faeyette's father immediately sold her to a wealthy female patron in Talos. As she grew, unaware of her lineage, Nox developed the social skills necessary of those living amongst aristocracy. The servant grew a close bond with her superior, committed in servitude any way possible. Late at night, Nox was often found within the study, analyzing powerful grimoires in hopes that one day, she'd be able to defend the woman who gave her an identity.
Even still, the whispers of adventure peaked her curiosity. A world existed that Nox had yet to encounter; the thought fascinated her. One fateful night, her mentor presented a parting gift- a tiara crafted from solid black zirconium. At first, she was reluctant to leave, to the point of denying her wishes, but in the end, they came to the mutual understanding that her place was not with butlers and maids.
Armed with the blessing of her master, the adventurer traversed the various towns of Alestoth, making a living on various search and destroy missions via local pubs. On her own she slew beast after beast; honing her craft and forging a new identity. One occasion lead her travels to the countryside, where she defeated a Griffin terrorizing the village. It was then she drew the interest of the Black Order.
Intent on meeting her master once again, Nox wandered through the misty woodlands in search of a path to the main road where she, hopefully, could find a carriage to hitchhike. Her gentle stride was halted by the subtle crunch of a leaf in the distance. She remained still, taking a breath of the stagnant air, allowing herself to be taken in by the lovely seclusion of nature. Without warning, a dagger hurtles towards the back of her head, glinting in the shade as it sent ripples slicing through the air. "I am a lioness, I will not cringe for them." her soft mumbling vanished with a graceful turn, ice and steel rebounded in a flurry of glistering shards. A shadowy figure twirled intricately through the treetops, yet the maven remained stationary. "A reaper?" she confirmed; the mask was distinctive of that faction. After a simple gesture, the forestry is sent crashing in a dazzling procession of icy spikes encased brambly in roses. The assailant, unbalanced and plummeting to the earth, energetically ricochets off a fallen trunk to gain momentum as he flew in for another attack. Unable to cast another spell within the low time frame, a panicked Nox retreats leftward a single step, sacrificing a hair to the dirk that could have taken her life. Assessing her brazen locks for damage, the battle mage exhales to find the enemy advancing. "saphiro mobius" she whispered. The rogue cast parted the fog in a violent explosion of frozen vines and petals. Seafoam erupted at the forest floor: a byproduct of the spell. Still, lack of proper aim only bought Nox several seconds of breathing room. The combatant, now disarmed, landed a swift blow to the solar plexus. The mage recoiled to the floor soaking her knees in the frothy earth. The silhouette of Nox's limbs imprinted like artwork in the mire as she desperately avoided the reaver's relentless assault. Her patience grew thin. Flailing her left arm, another blast of icy tendrils snares the Reaper's ankles in a frigid grasp. Pillars and spikes of ice arise instantaneously from the sod. She found her opponent trapped within the confines of her bitter clutch. "You are worthy" he says. Perhaps her reunion would have to wait.
As a new recruit of the Order, Nox excels at the many reconnaissance missions she is assigned and is humbled by their acknowledgement of her skills. In the future, she hopes to gain enough recognition to be considered an equal to her superior.
Skills/Abilities: Water Magic (Lv 3 Sorcerer) Saphiro Mobius- Aggressively slashes a frothy thicket of icy roses at the opponent. Damage for a moderate amount and cleanses the user of status conditions. Azure Guise- Consuming a low amount of mana, the user teleports a short distance, leaving a trail of butterflies and frozen petals in his/her wake. Algor Halcyon- Causes moderate damage to self to do large area of effect damage to all units within its radius, smothering the earth in icy spikes.
Personality Information: -Prefers aesthetics over efficiency -Highly opinionated -Confident -Often Vain/Naive -Can be self sacrificial -Optimistic; yet easily discouraged
Equipment: Handmaiden's Frock- A simplistic garb crafted from dyed unicorn leather. Silver Gauntlets & Boots- A unique blend of cloth and precious metals to offer mediocre protection, yet still allow for easy mobility. Black Tiara- An aesthetic accessory that Nox appreciates for its angular appearance. Coin purse- Contains valuable currency for her travels. Milk of the Poppy- A vial of strange white liquid that aids in numbing pain.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a hunt feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
