Sorry it took so long but I finished up a character and posted it pending approval.
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Name:
Sera Kennithson
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Race:
Shapeshifter
Height:
5'6
Weapon of choice:
Quaterstaves
Occupation:
Hunter
Lore:
Born from an ungodly ritual of flesh and bone, ignoring natures laws and existing outside of the realms of mortal mans understanding. An ungodly ritual, carried out by an ungodly woman. A woman, who however wicked for stepping outside of these mortal restraints, was undoubtedly Sera's mother.
Before Sera, her mother would happily have lived on the run from those who hunted her kind down - the witch hunters. But a child can change a woman, and when you're child's special you go out of your way to protect them. Oh, believe me Sera wasn't special in a way that made her a prodigy, or even a chosen one. In fact, she was special in a way that was unsavoury to those that met her. She was a shapeshifter, a side effect from the ritual used to create her being. On a glance she looked human sure, but the whole thing had left her eyes darkened and black. A give away that she was unnatural, and her mother was a witch.
Sera would do anything for her mother, she uprooted her entire livelihood to run away with her. To a land of promise, a land where she and her mother wouldn't be hunted down. Arkanshire.
Alas, no tale of witchcraft in a land of religious zealots can ever seem to have a happy ending. For years the two had hidden together, Sera's mother protecting her through day and night. As soon as Sera reached her teenage years and could control her power, she was old enough to understand. Old enough to run from the blighted land. Towards Arkanshire at last.
Their plan was obvious, too obvious. It had been done before and the hunters had tracked their every move. Before they could reach the border they were ambushed. They put up a damned good fight. Sera's mother. She told her to run. To hide. To take the shape of whatever would keep her safe. Her last words were those of love, as her body hit the ground. Lifeless and still.
That night, Sera mourned. She cried like the babe she once was. But pressed on all the same, taking with her the typical witches hat that her mother had always adorned. She came upon a small Arkanshire village, and there she took up residence. Broken in spirit, she cared not for where she lived.
She took up a job, to make ends meat. A hunter, perfect for a shapeshifter. Hiding in plain sight. There she stayed for years, as she slowly but surely rebuilt herself. A new woman. She dropped her mothers name, took up her own. Kennithson. It wasn't as pretty, but it did the job. She distanced herself from the woman who loved her unconditionally, so to prevent her heart from aching any more. Holding on to only her mothers hat as it became worn and tattered.
But then, Sera heard rumours. Of a dream, a dream where anything could become possible.
This dream of Arkanshire, it made even the gods mortal for a time.
A sick plan formed within Sera's mind, a twisted plan of vengeance. For she had grown bitter in her years. Resentment formed into hatred. If she could enter this Arkanshire dream, she could do something that would strike at the core of that country who hunter her mother down.
She could kill their god. And what is a country of religion, when their god is no more?
She had become her mothers daughter indeed as she began her preparations, for the next dream that opened, she would enter.
Extra Info:
- Sera is capable of magic, not a great deal but enough. Her mother had taught her illusions, mind altering spells. Had she lived longer, she would have taught her to tear minds apart with these spells. But alas, simply tricks of the mind is all she is capable of.
Sera Kennithson
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Race:
Shapeshifter
Height:
5'6
Weapon of choice:
Quaterstaves
Occupation:
Hunter
Lore:
Born from an ungodly ritual of flesh and bone, ignoring natures laws and existing outside of the realms of mortal mans understanding. An ungodly ritual, carried out by an ungodly woman. A woman, who however wicked for stepping outside of these mortal restraints, was undoubtedly Sera's mother.
Before Sera, her mother would happily have lived on the run from those who hunted her kind down - the witch hunters. But a child can change a woman, and when you're child's special you go out of your way to protect them. Oh, believe me Sera wasn't special in a way that made her a prodigy, or even a chosen one. In fact, she was special in a way that was unsavoury to those that met her. She was a shapeshifter, a side effect from the ritual used to create her being. On a glance she looked human sure, but the whole thing had left her eyes darkened and black. A give away that she was unnatural, and her mother was a witch.
Sera would do anything for her mother, she uprooted her entire livelihood to run away with her. To a land of promise, a land where she and her mother wouldn't be hunted down. Arkanshire.
Alas, no tale of witchcraft in a land of religious zealots can ever seem to have a happy ending. For years the two had hidden together, Sera's mother protecting her through day and night. As soon as Sera reached her teenage years and could control her power, she was old enough to understand. Old enough to run from the blighted land. Towards Arkanshire at last.
Their plan was obvious, too obvious. It had been done before and the hunters had tracked their every move. Before they could reach the border they were ambushed. They put up a damned good fight. Sera's mother. She told her to run. To hide. To take the shape of whatever would keep her safe. Her last words were those of love, as her body hit the ground. Lifeless and still.
That night, Sera mourned. She cried like the babe she once was. But pressed on all the same, taking with her the typical witches hat that her mother had always adorned. She came upon a small Arkanshire village, and there she took up residence. Broken in spirit, she cared not for where she lived.
She took up a job, to make ends meat. A hunter, perfect for a shapeshifter. Hiding in plain sight. There she stayed for years, as she slowly but surely rebuilt herself. A new woman. She dropped her mothers name, took up her own. Kennithson. It wasn't as pretty, but it did the job. She distanced herself from the woman who loved her unconditionally, so to prevent her heart from aching any more. Holding on to only her mothers hat as it became worn and tattered.
But then, Sera heard rumours. Of a dream, a dream where anything could become possible.
This dream of Arkanshire, it made even the gods mortal for a time.
A sick plan formed within Sera's mind, a twisted plan of vengeance. For she had grown bitter in her years. Resentment formed into hatred. If she could enter this Arkanshire dream, she could do something that would strike at the core of that country who hunter her mother down.
She could kill their god. And what is a country of religion, when their god is no more?
She had become her mothers daughter indeed as she began her preparations, for the next dream that opened, she would enter.
Extra Info:
- Sera is capable of magic, not a great deal but enough. Her mother had taught her illusions, mind altering spells. Had she lived longer, she would have taught her to tear minds apart with these spells. But alas, simply tricks of the mind is all she is capable of.
Interested AF
Descendants of Time sound sooper interesting.
Interested
Alright, I posted. Sorry if I missed out on anything important from people posts, had a deadline so a tonne had piled up and I only really skimmed them quickly for a rough idea.
Sera Kennithson
The grand hall was filled with other students before Sera even realised they'd started filing in, the person at the front was clearly the headmaster of the academy - a man named Arken who wasted no time in laying down a few rules, and of course starting up an exercise for everyone to show off their abilities.
Those who'd been before Sera were an odd bunch, a golem, someone with the power to control fear, your typical necromancer. One couldn't even use his abilities and the other only showed a small amount of power - although they might have been holding themselves back.
Sera decided it was best to get this brief exercise over and done with, she stood and walked into the centre of the room. As she walked, ice formed along the ground and grand spires rose up around her.
"My names, Sera Kennithson, I'm faefolk. And I'm what? 240 odd years old now, give or take," she said, rattling it off while rocking back and forth on her feet, "as for what I can do, well let's find out shall we?" she gave a wild grin as she began to levitate off of the floor. Flight was interesting, but ice was far much more so.
Sera closed her eyes and threw her hands out, lifting them slowly. As she did, cracked formed along several of the ice spires and they slowly began to raise up from their rest. The slowly, but surely began to move her hands, and the spires mimicked her actions. Slowly they began to spin, and lose shape. Become one single entity above her head. This orb span faster and faster, as Sera's arms worked. And then, the ball of ice sat itself on the ground and slowed to a halt. In it's place a rudimentary and certainly unflattering sculpture of Arken.
Sera flew around it once or twice, admiring her work. "And that's it, flying and Ice. They're my jam," she said as she turned to the crowd before flying out of the zone and resetting it to it's original state.
D still here
Alright I managed to get a short post up. Nothing too much, although I'm sure now that everyones making their way up to the grand hall that can change in my next post or two.
Sera Kennithson
Location:The Grand Hall
Mentions:Meruin@TheHangedMan
The girl who'd appeared from the blinding flash nodded at Sera, a note of acknowledgement but not an invite over. Sera accepted that, nodding in return before moving over to a somewhat more isolated corner of the hall. None of these people were Faefolk, she felt slightly uncomfortable around them. They didn't even smell the same as the Fae, although that could likely be attributed to the fact that the Fae lived in nature and tended to get incredibly dirty.
Two people who were sat in the hall ran off as they waited for the rest of the students to arrive, Sera overheard something to do with a commotion. Let them handle it if they wanted to, she wasn't here to handle what must have been some childish confrontation for people she didn't know. No, instead Sera chose to sit in her place, waiting for everyone else to join them.
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