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I rushed an introduction for Beatrice. I will now work on her relationship sheet. Also, every person in the olympics have trained relentlessly for their chance, so I support all of them.
I like it when people flee for their lives. When they do, I can give them a small amount of respect. While they flee, the only thing they have on their minds is saving their own hide. They don't think of their gods...until they find a place to hide. Then they become fools.
These were the thoughts of Beatrice Fendbane as she watched a mass of people running away. Clad in armor, she leans her back on a building wall, making way for them so she could observe them. She's seen their expression of fear in the past. She had created it before, so it was easy to recognize. They are, at the moment, afraid of a killer. They're panicked running indicates a public murder.
Someone wants attention.
That is the first thing she would think. Most of the time this would be the case. A fool with an unbearably mundane life would momentarily fall into insanity and do something like this. If it wasn't a person like that, then more of these fleeing people would be dead, or dying, or pursued by the killer.
Or maybe this person is just a bad assassin.
She chuckles at the thought. No one would be that stupid.
It doesn't matter anyway. This was a good time to take her leave from this city. With a crowd this large, the guards would have to focus on the cause of their fear. It lowers the chance of any of them stopping her as she leaves.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. My reputation isn't that big.
At least she hopes it isn't. She can't stand being locked up in some sort of prison or dungeon again. Break outs are tedious, and finding her equipment made it even more so.
Beatrice dismisses the previous thoughts. All she wants to do right now is leave. She gets up and heads for in the direction opposite of the crowd. When she arrives at the scene, however, she finds a rather large group of people gathered. All of them were focused on two people. A woman and a man who held a blade to her throat.
For a small moment, she just watches them...
These were the thoughts of Beatrice Fendbane as she watched a mass of people running away. Clad in armor, she leans her back on a building wall, making way for them so she could observe them. She's seen their expression of fear in the past. She had created it before, so it was easy to recognize. They are, at the moment, afraid of a killer. They're panicked running indicates a public murder.
Someone wants attention.
That is the first thing she would think. Most of the time this would be the case. A fool with an unbearably mundane life would momentarily fall into insanity and do something like this. If it wasn't a person like that, then more of these fleeing people would be dead, or dying, or pursued by the killer.
Or maybe this person is just a bad assassin.
She chuckles at the thought. No one would be that stupid.
It doesn't matter anyway. This was a good time to take her leave from this city. With a crowd this large, the guards would have to focus on the cause of their fear. It lowers the chance of any of them stopping her as she leaves.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. My reputation isn't that big.
At least she hopes it isn't. She can't stand being locked up in some sort of prison or dungeon again. Break outs are tedious, and finding her equipment made it even more so.
Beatrice dismisses the previous thoughts. All she wants to do right now is leave. She gets up and heads for in the direction opposite of the crowd. When she arrives at the scene, however, she finds a rather large group of people gathered. All of them were focused on two people. A woman and a man who held a blade to her throat.
For a small moment, she just watches them...
I put Beatrice in the Character bin. I'll make an intro post later
[Center]Styles and Levels
Etra 1: Diseased Flame
An orb of fire forms in Beatrice's grasp, and she throws it. If the target is hit, then the orb will create a small explosion of flame that lingers for 5 seconds before disappearing. This flame releases a poison that causesslowly eats away at the target unless cured. The price of this spell is that the arm used to execite it is burned. The more the arm uses the spell, the worse the burn gets.
Etra 2: Life Siphon
Beatrice throws an orb of magic at an enemy. If hit, the enemy will suffer some sort of small injury (cut, bruise, etc.), while Beatrice regains stamina. The price of this spell Iis to suffer 3 times the pain of the injury inflicted on the target.
Etra 3: Gamble Mass
3 orbs of magic levitate behind Beatrice. When commanded, one, two, or all orbs are launched at one or more targets. Each orb randomly chooses the effect of one of her other spells, witht the exception of "Circle of Injury." The price of this spell is 10 minutes of pain at a random time after usage.
Etra 4: Frozen Lightning
A lightning bolt froms in Beatrice's grasp, which is thrown. If it hits its target, it is frozen in place by ice. After 5 seconds the ice disappears and the rarget is able to move again. The price of this spell makes the arm that was used to cast it limp and useless for a minute.
Etra 5: Circle of Injury
An orb of magic takes form in Beatrice's grasp. When thrown, it passes through flesh and hair. When the orb touches the ground, a 5-foot large circle appears where It hit. For 10 seconds anything In that circle is quickly inflicted with minor injuries that can grow into more serious injuries unless it exits its range. It's price is a broken bone after usage. A detriment is that people can move out of the circle with ease. [/center]
Years of being locked up in a prison had taken away the sense of caring in her mind, and any chance of her joining a religion was immediately destroyed. She gained violent tendencies made in response to violent devotees that were plentiful In her village.
She still hesitates to hurt someone that she dislikes, though she will feel a strong urge to do it. This is because she chooses not to be a fool and make more enemies. Though that reason is also used as an excuse to kill people that she feels threatened by.
Aside from being antisocial, she will often speak in an annoyed manner. On some occassions, she will become crestfallen, and attempt to not to speak.
Some would say that herhatred of gods stems from thr loss of a loved one. This would be incorrect. Her hatred stems from something more impact than even that. As a child, she grew in an extremist village, a village that was overly devout to their gods. Every action the villagers did was done in a way that they thought would please their idols. Anyone who sinned, however slight, was severely punished, being imprisoned within a tower for a tine period based on how severe the sin was.
Beatrice was an unfortinate child. Although she was taught the same beliefs as the other children In her village, she was too curious about the way their gods worked. Her questions, however childish, angered the adults. Her questions were not enough to get her punished, but it fueled the flames of hatred that would worsen her punishment that led to her own. All she had done was trip and break a statuette of a god, and yet the adults were so infuriated that they beat her and sent her to the tower. The adults were clearly overreacting, but no one disagreed with the decision to keep Beatrice locked away until she was a teenager. Her parents were the ones who had proposed It.
All throughout her years of imprisonment, she had to suffer a fate worse than the torture of the uncountable moans and cries of other prisoners. She had to suffer the feeling of time coming to a halt. Prisoners were forced to keep quiet or risk getting beaten in their cell, or having their stay extended. Their cells were windowless, and separated from others. The guards only appeared to a prisoner under three circumstances. To feed them, to beat them, or to free them. The feeling of lonliness was strong, and may cause mental damage, but you cannot feel time move, then you can go insane.
Despite her circumstances, her questions grew in number. Why did they do this? What point is there in this punishment. Why is this inhumane punishment even done on children? She would think and think and think, until she came to a solution. It was their gods' fault. Their mere existence had led her village to such inhumanity. She got it into her head that all they do is sit on their thrones and laugh as their followers do foolish and depraved actions in their name.
She harbored and nurtered that hatred as her sentence continued. By the time she was let out, her intentions were to oppose them. But she was smart. She spent the next few years learning how to use combat magic from the mages of her village, and the years after that making attempts to modify them to do things that they were never meant to do. The modifications had come at a price. The unnatural effects forced the spells to be too strong for her body, giving painful after effects after each use. Beatrice didn't care about the price she had to pay, however. She had the ability to right the wrongs done to her.
After stealing a suit of armor from the village elder's home, she began to use her spells against her village. In her eyes, her people were too inhumane to let live.
It took her one night to destroy the village, and she spent 5 months recovering. After all was done, she set out on a journey to defile altars to gods, and break people free from their grasp...After long years of work, she had little impact on others. Many times was she locked up. Many times did she have to run or fight warriors devoted to their gods. She was tired. Oh so tired. Now crestfallen, but still strong to her hatred, she searches for a place where no god or devotee would bother her.
well those two would hate each other. At least Beatrice would, but she probably wouldn't try anything to spark a fight with Atalee, seeing as she just wants to live in peace somewhere.
Ampharos said
gfg
was that "good f***ing game" or "good f***ing God"? I'm not really good at internet slang
OtomostheCrazy said
Ok, I just read it. She's really different from before. I like the history, but I miss all the curses she had on her.
I have to compromise. otherwise it won't be fun.
Sounds interesting. I'll join in.
I made her and she was never even used, so I thought it would work. I had to change a few things about her, though
[Center]Styles and Levels
Etra 1: Diseased Flame
An orb of fire forms in Beatrice's grasp, and she throws it. If the target is hit, then the orb will create a small explosion of flame that lingers for 5 seconds before disappearing. This flame releases a poison that causesslowly eats away at the target unless cured. The price of this spell is that the arm used to execite it is burned. The more the arm uses the spell, the worse the burn gets.
Etra 2: Life Siphon
Beatrice throws an orb of magic at an enemy. If hit, the enemy will suffer some sort of small injury (cut, bruise, etc.), while Beatrice regains stamina. The price of this spell Iis to suffer 3 times the pain of the injury inflicted on the target.
Etra 3: Gamble Mass
3 orbs of magic levitate behind Beatrice. When commanded, one, two, or all orbs are launched at one or more targets. Each orb randomly chooses the effect of one of her other spells, witht the exception of "Circle of Injury." The price of this spell is 10 minutes of pain at a random time after usage.
Etra 4: Frozen Lightning
A lightning bolt froms in Beatrice's grasp, which is thrown. If it hits its target, it is frozen in place by ice. After 5 seconds the ice disappears and the rarget is able to move again. The price of this spell makes the arm that was used to cast it limp and useless for a minute.
Etra 5: Circle of Injury
An orb of magic takes form in Beatrice's grasp. When thrown, it passes through flesh and hair. When the orb touches the ground, a 5-foot large circle appears where It hit. For 10 seconds anything In that circle is quickly inflicted with minor injuries that can grow into more serious injuries unless it exits its range. It's price is a broken bone after usage. A detriment is that people can move out of the circle with ease. [/center]
Years of being locked up in a prison had taken away the sense of caring in her mind, and any chance of her joining a religion was immediately destroyed. She gained violent tendencies made in response to violent devotees that were plentiful In her village.
She still hesitates to hurt someone that she dislikes, though she will feel a strong urge to do it. This is because she chooses not to be a fool and make more enemies. Though that reason is also used as an excuse to kill people that she feels threatened by.
Aside from being antisocial, she will often speak in an annoyed manner. On some occassions, she will become crestfallen, and attempt to not to speak.
Some would say that herhatred of gods stems from thr loss of a loved one. This would be incorrect. Her hatred stems from something more impact than even that. As a child, she grew in an extremist village, a village that was overly devout to their gods. Every action the villagers did was done in a way that they thought would please their idols. Anyone who sinned, however slight, was severely punished, being imprisoned within a tower for a tine period based on how severe the sin was.
Beatrice was an unfortinate child. Although she was taught the same beliefs as the other children In her village, she was too curious about the way their gods worked. Her questions, however childish, angered the adults. Her questions were not enough to get her punished, but it fueled the flames of hatred that would worsen her punishment that led to her own. All she had done was trip and break a statuette of a god, and yet the adults were so infuriated that they beat her and sent her to the tower. The adults were clearly overreacting, but no one disagreed with the decision to keep Beatrice locked away until she was a teenager. Her parents were the ones who had proposed It.
All throughout her years of imprisonment, she had to suffer a fate worse than the torture of the uncountable moans and cries of other prisoners. She had to suffer the feeling of time coming to a halt. Prisoners were forced to keep quiet or risk getting beaten in their cell, or having their stay extended. Their cells were windowless, and separated from others. The guards only appeared to a prisoner under three circumstances. To feed them, to beat them, or to free them. The feeling of lonliness was strong, and may cause mental damage, but you cannot feel time move, then you can go insane.
Despite her circumstances, her questions grew in number. Why did they do this? What point is there in this punishment. Why is this inhumane punishment even done on children? She would think and think and think, until she came to a solution. It was their gods' fault. Their mere existence had led her village to such inhumanity. She got it into her head that all they do is sit on their thrones and laugh as their followers do foolish and depraved actions in their name.
She harbored and nurtered that hatred as her sentence continued. By the time she was let out, her intentions were to oppose them. But she was smart. She spent the next few years learning how to use combat magic from the mages of her village, and the years after that making attempts to modify them to do things that they were never meant to do. The modifications had come at a price. The unnatural effects forced the spells to be too strong for her body, giving painful after effects after each use. Beatrice didn't care about the price she had to pay, however. She had the ability to right the wrongs done to her.
After stealing a suit of armor from the village elder's home, she began to use her spells against her village. In her eyes, her people were too inhumane to let live.
It took her one night to destroy the village, and she spent 5 months recovering. After all was done, she set out on a journey to defile altars to gods, and break people free from their grasp...After long years of work, she had little impact on others. Many times was she locked up. Many times did she have to run or fight warriors devoted to their gods. She was tired. Oh so tired. Now crestfallen, but still strong to her hatred, she searches for a place where no god or devotee would bother her.
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