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Yy'Sil Aletheia Tahti (MAIN)


"It's a shame the limits of medicine and magic...Maybe if there's a way to...? No...."




Appearance



Yy'Sil has a faded mark on the small of her back, reminiscent of her past days in Brothel Reduna. She has at least one book with her at all times, and a small bag to carry assorted small charms. The book contains assorted runes and spells that she can cast after speaking a few incantation.

Her ears are pierced with multiple piercings. Three on her right and four on her left. The earring are made of a special type of metal that amplifies her ability to absorb energy, depending on where she's located.

Character



Intelligent and bright, Yy'Sil loves to learn about new things.
Quick-witted and knowledgeable with magic and human anatomy, as well as medicine, she is calm, nurturing, and has a pacifist at heart and takes her ties to people very seriously; however, when pushed to the edge by specific people, she has a tendency to speak very openly about her thoughts with a sharp tongue. She isn't against using seduction to get her way on a trade deal, knowing quite well how to seduce people.

Often times, her thirst for knowledge sometimes triumphs over other tasks at hand. If there is something that piques her interests, her mind often becomes one track, and she dedicates herself to learning this new thing. Often times this revolves around learning about species of people, as well as their anatomy, physiology, unknown cultures, and even diseases that she has yet to touch.

Bound to Sikal by affiliation, Yy'Sil is required to serve under the blackmarket nation and often times is at the nations beck and call, taking orders directly from the head of the LeSara clan, especially for trades and item collections from traders outside of Sikal.

Skills



A keen mage that has the ability to use divine magic, and arcane magic. She uses her magic to mainly support people using spells that bolster ones defense or stamina, however she can use her magic to conjure magic to protect herself and to heal others. Using it on the wounded or while in a fight, Yy'Sil is one of the finest healers, and keeps her skills sharp in the art of healing.

Dabbling in cooking food and meals led to alchemy, and from that alchemy, led to medicine and poisons. Having access to a full library with a large variety of information, she is able to use her skills to treat the wounded and those who are unable to be treated by magic, as well as diagnosing people with insane accuracy, and make remedies to help them.

Being from Sikal, and having been trained at a young age for sex at Brothel Reduna, Yy'Sil is flexible and has incredible endurance. After being adopted from the brothel when she was quite older, she gained the knowledge of the LeSara family, and was taught to negotiate trade matters in a calm matter, and has developed a poker face when dealing with Sikal's trade partners.
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Age: 23
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 107 lbs
Likes: Books, cooking, medicine and alchemy, science.
Dislikes: Disrespect, gunpowder, streets of Sikal.

Morals: "Knowledge is a double-edged sword. A rather irritating, annoying, yet..Intriguing..sword."
I'm interested!
Yy'Sil Aletheia Tahti , the Mind of Sikal , (MAIN)


Artis Port


Having stayed back at Reinold's motions, she hid behind whatever she could find, which was the wooden stand. Curling up and tucking her head under her arms, she braced herself for the explosion that occurred casting a buff upon herself that raised her resistances. The blast had tossed the soldier from earlier away and past Yy'Sil as she ducked to saved herself on the ground for extra measure. As the noises died down, she raised her head and looked around before raising her whole body.

She lifted herself before eyeing Reinold as he climbed out of the window that he was tossed out of. Just as she was about to ask of his condition, she took note of his condition, however, and quickly approached his crawling body.

"I'm alright. Tend to his injuries. If he dies, our word won't hold much weight in a trial. And, I'd rather not hang for nothing short of terrorism in Praelium." Having not ever stepped foot in Praelium before, she assumed that Reinold had far greater experiences here than herself. Looking over where Reinold was pointing, and approached the guard.

"Then please don't be alarmed..And contact someone about the..Fire..As soon as you can. I have very little knowledge of how to control it at this point." Yy'sil bowed her head towards Reinold and then proceeded to the soldier unconscious on the ground. Kneeling down, Yy'Sil shuffled her dress and cloak so that her knees were not touching the ground full of debris, and started attending to the thrown soldier. Examining him with gentle touches until she found the areas she would need to treat. Gently removing his helmet, she placed it to the side of his head. The soldier definitely had a concussion of some sort, definitely. Moving on, she looked at the open wound on the shoulder of the soldier and did her best to remove the clothes. The fabric that she couldn't remove, she ended up taking out her knife that was holstered at her thigh and cut any material away in a gentle manner to avoid increasing the amount of damage he had taken. After removing the obscuring material, she pressed down on the wound with a cloth in hand and allowed the blood to be soaked up by the fabric. After cleaning the blood off the wound, she saw something odd.

The opening of the soldier's wound was a purple-ish hue, masked by more blood that was pouring out and slowly darkening in color. Yy'sil bit her bottom lip. It was poison. Rather potent stuff from her observations. Most likely coating the bolt and whatever remained inside of the soldier or leftover of the bolt. Magic could treat wounds, but not all wounds, yet. She wasn't willing to risk the damages that magic could cause if she didn't do the treatment properly, so she changed her approach.

"My apologies for whatever pain I may cause you..." she tore a piece of her cloak and balled it up. Grabbing a green vial from her belt around her waist, she poured a few drops onto the fabric before putting it into the soldier's mouth the best she could. Anesthetic, of some sort, that would keep the soldier knocked out as he would try to inhale from his mouth and nose. Afterwards, she pulled a small glass vial-like bottle that held an amber colored liquid inside. Closing the vial, she put the vial into her mouth to hold it for the time being. Observing the contents through the glass bottle, she nodded and pulled a rolled up leather case that clinked slightly. Unrolling the case would revealed several small medical blades, a strange and small looking pair of forceps that looked somewhat like scissors, and several needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, and wire that resembled that of string. Having already exposed arms and hands, she inhaled, and exhaled, allowing a very hot breathe to blow over the flesh of her palms and fingertips before picking up a blade and doing the same to it.

She proceeded to firmly press into the slowly rotting flesh of the wound, opening it a little more to allow a better view of what was leftover of the bolt that lingered. Setting the blade aside, and away from the other equipment of hers, she grabbed the scissor-like forceps and pushed them inside the soldier's wound. It would seem a bit crude, but it was going to get the job done. Watching the wound closely, she kept squeezing the forceps gently together to test whether or not she could find the bolt. Once the handles would no longer close, it meant that she had found the leftover bit of the bold.

"If you're awakening, breathe and bite into the gag..." She huffed. A little miffed at the rather lewd comment, but she pulled quickly upwards, pulling the residual bolt from the male's shoulder. She almost dropped the toxic metal, but before she could, she placed it next to the bloodied knife and forceps that were a great distance away from the clean equipment. Pulling the vial out of her mouth, she poured the amber colored liquid into the wound that the bolt created. A small burning and hissing noise as well as the faint scent of burning flesh arose from the wound as it sunk into the wound, slowly returning the flesh to it's normal flesh-like state. Setting the empty vial with the used equipment, she then grabbed a thicker needle and some of the wired thread; she strung the thread through the needle's eye and tied the end in a knot. She pierced the edge of the wound and would stitch the opposite side in order to bring the wound closed, and continued to stitch the wound shut in a quick yet accurate manner. It was almost a perfect stitch. two or three of the stitches were slightly crooked compared to the others, but other then that, they were tight and sturdy.

While setting the dirtied materials aside, she observed the wound before pressing a palm over it and allowing a faint and warm glow to emit from her palm. Breathing steadily, the wound itself was slowly healing, and all the tendons within the inside were slowly fixing themselves into a state before it was pierced. It only took about 20 to 30 minutes, but to her and possibly others around, it would seem like forever.

"Hopefully it'll be fixed." Yy'Sil sighed out a breath as she watched the wound change in color from a bruised looking red to a more flesh toned color gradually. "I just hope he doesn't dare strain himself...It could re-open.."
Yy'Sil Aletheia Tahti , the Mind of Sikal , (MAIN)


Artis Port


Pulled from The Burning Mare, she heard Reinold curse her magic heritage under his breath, and gripped his hand tighter, or as tight as she could, in response. Flinching at the sudden sunlight and lead into an alleyway, despite the opposite flow of people that pulled against her. While being pulled, Reinold dodged a bolt and she watched as it landed right into the skull of an innocent street performer which caused even more panic. At this, she grabbed for whatever material she could of Reinold's and gripped tightly as he brought them to a halt in the alley.

If you've got any tricks up your sleeve, don't use them yet." Peeking over at Reinold, she noticed his face had paled in comparison to his rather confident self from earlier in the inn during the introduction, and she realized very soon why. Even before the the hooded figure could even emerge, a pang of nausea hit Yy'Sil like a train as she pressed a hand onto her mouth, trying to cover her nose as well. It was no use; her sensitivity, borderline over sensitivity, caused a reaction almost close to vomiting as she coughed, almost gagging. As Reinold stepped in front of her, she dropped to the ground onto her knees and had both hands over her mouth and nose at this point, all in vain. Glancing upwards, she saw the Husk and it's uncloaked form.

We're lucky, this time. Husks rely on the braindead hosts within to its magic intake. Listen to me carefully." Sil could barely make out the words, but remained as attentive as she could. Staring at the Husk, and then back at Reinold before city guards approached. The warning Reinold gave was far too late, as her attention was already on the monstrosity's speed and strength. Even in her dizzied state, she could still make up the crunch of skulls. It was not the first time hearing this sound, but the brute and disturbing display stilled her. As people ran from the area in fear, Sil watched as Reinold ran straight towards the Husk. She watched him become disarmed, and practically strangled, and then miraculously remove the plate from the Husk's chest plate, and slowly regained her bearings.

Pushing herself upwards she stared at the open heart and heard the queue from Reinold. Clenching teeth, she spoke the word, "Fire" . Embers rose from around her person and launched themselves towards the target, the inhuman heart. Their target was clear as the embers touched the organ before the thrown sword could and quickly burst into flames once they touched, growing intensely as the heart kept pumping. Every movement that the heart increased the burn and the size of the flame until it spread throughout the husks body, engulfing it with intense heat that had even melted the soldier's sword that he had thrown earlier, which did end up landing in the heart as well. The fire itself was unyielding as it burned brightly at it's target.

After the cast, Yy'Sil pushed herself upwards and stumbled towards Reinold, still trying to grasp her bearings. Falling just a few inches away from her appointed bodyguard, she stared at his neck for a moment. A choke hold from a monster of that caliber could have bruised his windpipe severely, at worse ruptured a few blood vessels. By instinct, she lifted her hand and held it as close to Rein's neck as possible. A faint light enveloped her hand and slowly rose towards Rein's neck, soothing the injuries and slowly mending them, but not completely. Not wanting to exert too much of her energy.

The Artifice members who had their attention on the soldiers earlier now had their complete attention on the two on the ground. The fire itself almost blocked their way, but one had the chance to brave the flames and make it over, ditching his robes as the flames caught onto them. Sil froze for a moment. This was the same person who had lifted the device to her in the first place.

"Well, looks like we'll need compensation for the Husk that was destroyed." The man had a slight tone of anger in his voice. He saw the two on the ground and approached with a sword in hand. "The Mage will do nicely."
Yy'Sil Aletheia Tahti , the Mind of Sikal , (MAIN)


Artis Port


My dearest sister,
I hope your travels to Artis Port are safe! Please remember to confirm the business with the traders just outside of the port, nearby Paline. As your sister, I worry for your safety, so I asked father to find you a bodyguard since brother could not make it. Meet your guard at the Burning Mare Inn at the Port once you arrive.
Loving and missing you so, Thia.

Yy'Sil read the letter once, and then twice over. Thrice to make sure. Sighing in exhaustion, she looked around inside the caravan she was in for the almost thousandth time. They had arrived in Praelium without much difficulty, and over the few days, had finally made it to Artis Port.

"My lady, we have arrived in Artis Port." The lady within the caravan smiled and moved a curtain to the window aside, revealing the bright sun that was dimmed by the fabric in front of the window. Grabbing her cloak, she tied the article of clothing just in front of her neck and put the hood over her head to peer out the window. Seeing the streets filled with people, the corners of her lips curved upwards in a small smile, eyes softening at the sights. Soaking in the images, she sighed and pushed the curtain back into place to cover the window.
"It's beautiful. Thank you, for allowing me to tag along on the caravan. A carriage arranged by Heirtol would have attracted far too much attention..." She bowed her head forward towards the woman within the carriage.

"Oh no no! No thanks is needed, Lady Yy'Sil. I understand your concerns; I just worry about how you will return back home to safety." The lady shook her head and waved her right hand kindly, as if waving off the gratitude.

"Thia arranged for a bodyguard. After business is done here, I will return before the ball will happen." Yy'sil smiled and tightened her hood's tie, concealing parts of her outfit underneath as she felt the wooden caravan come to a halt.

"We've stopped. Thank you again, for the ride." Bowing her head once more time, Yy'Sil gave a smile to the woman before stepping out of the caravan, and into the port.

Feet having touched the ground, vivid purple eyes glanced skyward before staring back down at the bustle of the port, and then at the ocean. Inhaling the air, she coughed at how salty the breeze was.

I've read about the ocean, but never thought the concentration of salt within the water would change the taste of the air.. Thinking to herself, she smiled and looked at the assorted wares and people, almost giddily looking about before hearing the lady that brought her here in the first place speak up.

"My lady, I think it best to get to where your sister told you to meet your guard." The lady smiled, understanding the girls obvious interest in the new environment.

"Oh, of course. I guess I should.." her cheeks were slightly tinted pink in embarrassment before starting to make her way towards

Walking up and down the streets, her purple eyes wandered the vendors, catching very few eyes of those who saw. Stopping in front of a little jewelry stall, she looked at their wares and took mental notes of the different ways to place a pearl before excusing herself. She looked at all the signs and vendors before clearing her head of distractions and making her way towards the Burning Mare Inn. Pushing open the door, she looked inside and looked at the inside of the quiet inn and took a seat at the chair available with the single table. It was eerily quiet, and very empty for an inn. After looking around a bit, she stared at the table and the material it as made of before scratching a little etching on the table with her fingernail. Her attention was taken from the little marks and notes of her job when she heard the door open.

The door revealed the silhouette of a man, a decent height taller than her who opened his mouth to speak.

"Who are you?" the male spoke. Approaching her, yet stopping just a few steps away. He was cautious, the hand on the hilt of his sword at his side. Her fingers were halted in their mark making when he spoke the words, "If this is a trap, don't leave me in suspense.". She looked up at man, the hood pulled back a bit so her vision would be better, amethyst-like eyes observing the male before she spoke up.

"I can reassure you, if this place was a trap, I would be trapped, unless the trappers were waiting for you, of course. I've no idea who you are though. My sister decided to hire someone outside of our nation." she shifted her position on the chair, so her whole body was facing him. Her feet were on the ground, shoulder width apart with her left hand on the table right above her etching while the right rested on the edge of the chair she sat on. A precaution, in case this person was dangerous. Her body was leaned forward slightly as she stared upwards at him with her eyes staring at his own, one eye slightly obscured by her front bangs, however gave hints to what she was wearing underneath, judging by the amount of skin from her chest that was visible.

"Tell me, does something in this inn seem off..? " she glanced left and right before she kept her eye on him. Rising from her seat, fingers still upon the table and just right above the edge of the marks. "The moment I entered, there was no one. Normally within an inn, there is usually company, or at least travelers." The fingers of her left hand brushed against the etchings left on the table, scorching the marks that were made before she felt the heat brush against the palm of her hand, and some of the small embers linger in her grasp, but the display was cut off by the muffled shouts and screams from the streets.

"I saw one enter here!" Could barely be made out from the shouts. Peering through the windows available, she saw three men approaching the inn with rope in one mans hand, and gleaming weapons in the other two.

"Interesting. I guess the hood wasn't enough...Was it the eyes..?" She muttered to herself before raising her left hand and spoke the word, Glis before mimicking the hand motions of locking the door. The door made an audible click noise, and the material on the bottom of the door started spreading outward and downwards to cling to the ground, making it difficult for the assailants to open the door as they pounded away at the surface and shouted in frustration.

"If you were given a letter, I am the one you are to protect." She spoke quickly, glancing up at the male before she looked back at the door. The men were quick to react when they realized they couldn't open the door with fists alone. A blade had started slamming through the material of the door before Yy'Sil stepped back and adjusted one of the earrings on her left ear as she prepared for the fight.

"There she is! They'll pay good money for that one!" The face of one of the men appeared as they kept hacking at the door with their weapons before breaking a sufficient hole through the inn door for all of them to enter. "Keep her alive! A pretty thing like that will be worthy of a fine price!"

A small arrow whizzed past her shoulder and caught her hood, knocking it right off her head before she was able to cast her first spell. "Accelati" a faint glow enveloped the male bodyguard as he would feel a little lighter and quicker, if this support magic of hers would even affect him. The three men were eager, as one was reloading his cross bow on his arm while the other two charged at Reinold, with their weapons barred. Yy'Sil behind Reinold, quickly cast a small fireball to distract the crossbow user for a bit, hitting his crossbow with accuracy.


Yy'Sil Aletheia Tahti (MAIN)


"It's a shame the limits of medicine and magic...Maybe if there's a way to...? No...."




Appearance



Yy'Sil has a faded mark on the small of her back, reminiscent of her past days in Brothel Reduna. She has at least one book with her at all times, and a small bag to carry assorted small charms. The book contains assorted runes and spells that she can cast after speaking a few incantation.

Her ears are pierced with multiple piercings. Three on her right and four on her left. The earring are made of a special type of metal that amplifies her ability to absorb energy, depending on where she's located.

Character



Intelligent and bright, Yy'Sil loves to learn about new things.
Quick-witted and knowledgeable with magic and human anatomy, as well as medicine, she is calm, nurturing, and has a pacifist at heart and takes her ties to people very seriously; however, when pushed to the edge by specific people, she has a tendency to speak very openly about her thoughts with a sharp tongue. She isn't against using seduction to get her way on a trade deal, knowing quite well how to seduce people.

Often times, her thirst for knowledge sometimes triumphs over other tasks at hand. If there is something that piques her interests, her mind often becomes one track, and she dedicates herself to learning this new thing. Often times this revolves around learning about species of people, as well as their anatomy, physiology, unknown cultures, and even diseases that she has yet to touch.

Bound to Sikal by affiliation, Yy'Sil is required to serve under the blackmarket nation and often times is at the nations beck and call, taking orders directly from the head of the LeSara clan, especially for trades and item collections from traders outside of Sikal.

Skills



A keen mage that has the ability to use divine magic, and arcane magic. She uses her magic to mainly support people using spells that bolster ones defense or stamina, however she can use her magic to conjure magic to protect herself and to heal others. Using it on the wounded or while in a fight, Yy'Sil is one of the finest healers, and keeps her skills sharp in the art of healing.

Dabbling in cooking food and meals led to alchemy, and from that alchemy, led to medicine and poisons. Having access to a full library with a large variety of information, she is able to use her skills to treat the wounded and those who are unable to be treated by magic, as well as diagnosing people with insane accuracy, and make remedies to help them.

Being from Sikal, and having been trained at a young age for sex at Brothel Reduna, Yy'Sil is flexible and has incredible endurance. After being adopted from the brothel when she was quite older, she gained the knowledge of the LeSara family, and was taught to negotiate trade matters in a calm matter, and has developed a poker face when dealing with Sikal's trade partners.
Information




Age: 23
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 107 lbs
Likes: Books, cooking, medicine and alchemy, science.
Dislikes: Disrespect, gunpowder, streets of Sikal.

Morals: "Knowledge is a double-edged sword. A rather irritating, annoying, yet..Intriguing..sword."
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