Zverda

| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

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After slinking around the Grey District for some time before she finally reached the entrance of the Nest, the outside nothing to really look at, but she knew it was needed to not attract attention. As she walked the streets, she garnered no attention seeing as she looked like a man, just the way she liked it. Arelia was excited to see who would be there, knowing full well that she would get to see her sister again whom she loved with everything she had. Feeling a bit theatrical, she shoved the door open with a bang, "Hoooooooney I'm hoooooooooooome!" she shouted before vaulting into the building and nearly tackling her sister out of her chair.

Sabina had only had a few seconds to even be aware her sister was incoming, managing to throw her arms up just before impact. The two women went over backward in a tangle of shrieks, giggles, curses, and flapping clothing to hit the floor with tremendous crash. Sabina managed to hook her sisters head under one arm in a headlock and began to rub her knuckles vigorously across the silvery blonde scalp.

There was more laughing as Arelia tried to get out of her sister’s hold before finding that she would just have to tickle her sister’s sides to free herself. ”Hey! Don’t go messing with the wig!” she exclaimed, still laughing while tangled in the limbs of her sister, ”Now, where is that Sexy boss of our’s?”

Finally managing to extract herself from limbs and cloth, she stood up and brushed herself off before helping her sister to her feet. ”I know better than to tackle you now get over here so I can give you a proper hug, or be chased about until I get what I want.”

Sabina drew her sister into the hug quickly, her arms curling beneath Arelia’s armpits and around her back so that she was lifted slightly off the floor. “It’s so good to see you. YOu don’t come visit enough.”

She slipped one arm out from under Arelia and waved it toward Valrel. “He’s right there, not a very good boy for hide and seek.”

The sudden commotion shook the Dusthawk leader from his relative ease, giving his heart a jolt that he had been trying to subdue throughout the evening. Seeing the pair wrestle about and then focus their sights on him stirred a spurned irritation with the whole ordeal -- surely, wouldn’t such antics be better reserved for after they had finished their meeting?

Valrel cleared his throat forcefully, sitting up straight in his chair as he addressed the new arrival. “Ah, Arelia… I heard you’d be joinin’ us this evenin’,” there was a surly tone in his speech, though he tried his best to suppress it. “Good to see you in such high spirits. We’ll be needin’ ‘em, once I make my statement to everyone here.” He glanced around the room quickly, taking note of a few pairs of eyes fixing on him as he spoke. “Which I suppose should be happenin’ fairly quickly…” He muttered his last words, glancing down hastily at the scribbled notes laid out in front of him.

Noting that he did not move closer, nor did he move away, Arelia practically pulled her sister along and yanked Valrel into a twin sandwich of a hug. ”You know me, I have all the energy in the world,” she told the man as she and her sister gave him a tight squeeze of a hug. Boss or not, she really did like Valrel, he was a nice enough man to her and she enjoyed making him uncomfortable from time to time, and what better way to do that than to have both she and her sister hug him at the same time?

”Now, business is a thing we must discuss and as much as I like to smoosh you with hugs that involve boobs, I know you need to get your thoughts together to get things moving. I think I’m going to go harass Riker for a bit while you do what you must.” With that said, she patted Valrel on the shoulder, gave her sister a kiss on the cheek, and headed off towards the assassin who seemed to love messing with people in a variety of ways. ”How is my favorite Assassin doing?” she asked once she made her way over there, picking up one of the cups he had in front of him and sniffing at it.

| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

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As the sun continued to sling low on the horizons, a young woman seated behind a large redwood desk was forced to reach out to activate the spark lamp that rested on the heavy object, casting the white papers strewn about in an eerie green glow. As always, Arelia was working the figures of her husband Volux’s business to ensure all dues were up to date and any upcoming payments from customers were categorized as appropriate. It was a tiresome job, but it was one she had grown particularly good at throughout her years working for the Bastion Automaton Company since her hand with the finer tools of building had not been a good one despite her husband’s attempts.

Once she had finished scanning the paper with verdant green eyes, she pushed it aside and reached into a drawer with even more papers inside. Letting out a sound of mild annoyance, she pushed them aside and pressed down at the bottom of the drawer to reveal a false bottom where far more warn papers were hidden. Pulling this out, she scanned them quickly before placing them in one of the many inside pockets of the blue vest she was wearing and stood up to look out the window. In the amount of time it took for her to finish the business work the sun had disappeared giving way to the starlight sky and reminding the Noble that she had further business she needed to see too.

Moving away from the window, Arelia left her office and headed towards her boudoir, intent on ensuring she would be able to leave without disturbing Volux who had retired to bed early after having pulled an all nighter to finish an automaton ordered by another noble. Unlocking her private chambers, she went inside, locked the door behind her, and immediately moved over to a large wardrobe inside. The room itself was spotless, though it was kept so by her hand alone as she refused to allow any servant within the room, claiming that is were her area to be let be and do as she pleased. While there was no bed, there was a lush couch that was large enough to lay on if she pleased, the material a soft cotton died a deep burgundy color with golden weave patterns throughout. In front of the large couch sat a darkwood intricately carved tea table with a delicate porcelain tea set resting at the center, the bright white a stark contrast to the almost black wood.

Around the rest of the room sat numerous bookshelves against the walls, the far back wall being the only one with a bare area where the hearth was set into the wall. Her wardrobe, large as it was, sat tucked as close to the hearth as anyone dared put anything made of wood. As she approached the large wooden object her heels let out a consistent clicking noise against the Lapiz flooring, the sound only dulled for a brief moment as she walked across a large area rug that covered the center of the room, the pattern matching that of the couch though the stitching of gold was far thicker and far more intricate. Opening the Wardrobe, she pushed aside every day clothing and pressed a well hidden latch at the back, causing it to slide down and reveal a well organized array of disguises.

As she took a survey of her items, counting stone purses and inspecting clothing for any tares that were out of place, she took a brief moment to look out the window. At first, the darkness of the night seemed to swallow everything, her eyes picking up nothing out of the normal, until a streak of white caught her attention. Frowning, she set everything back as it was before clothing the heavy doors to the wardrobe and strode over to the glass to peer out with far more concentration. On a far wall only easily seen through the window of her Boudoir she finally managed to make out the white object she had thought was a simple streak slowly take form to that of a talon.

Biting down on the inside of her white cheek, she strode back to the wardrobe and began to pull out an outfit and grabbed a coin purse before stripping down where she stood. Setting to work on her disguise, she bound her chest and pushed her long hair back in a more popular style for males before pulling on a pair of black pants, a black shirt and a long dark blue coat. Adjusting everything so it fit properly, she slid on a belt and attached her coin purse to it before pulling on a pair of boots. She had originally planned on taking the night off and resting up after a day of work and taking her children out, but it seemed the leader of the Dusthawks had something else in the cards. Arelia could not say she was too happy about it, but the noblewoman had a loyalty to them that no one could really completely understand.

Moving swiftly, she slid open the window and maneuvered herself out, utilizing the thick vines that grew along this side of the building as a means to reach the ground before she made her way to the Nest, taking the ferry and slinking along the dark alleyways within the Grey District. It had been a year since the last meet up, she could not help but wonder with mild excitement what this meeting would entail.

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| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

@Heap241 I am super excited for this to start as well :D Can't wait for the opening post this weekend!!

| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

Arelia Isis Calista

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩:

Race: Human
Age: 21
Appearance:Arelia is usually seen wearing the standard dress of those in the noble classes when she is home, fitting into the role well. When she is out and about, doing the things she loves, she is often seen wearing long coats and pants that hide her more feminine qualities a bit better than the dresses do. She prefers to wear her platinum blonde hair down in a simple style unlike most noble females who put it up in ringlets and adorn it with jewels. The most striking of her features however, is her eyes, the color a verdant green unseen in the barren lands of Glimhollow. Unlike the photo however, her skin is the tan color of those who inhabit the City, helping her blend in.

P𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩:

Biography

Born and raised with her twin sister Sabina Valla Calista, Arelia lived the life one would expect a highborn female to live. She had the best education Stones could buy, learned more languages than she thought really worth it in the beginning, though she picked up on them quickly, and learned so much math it would make anyone’s brain bleed. She learned what fork to use during which course, where to place the copious amounts of plates, knives, forks, spoons and glasses at a table and which were used for whatever one would be eating at the time. You thought books on the head to teach proper posture was a lie? She would attest otherwise and could tell you that a switch across the knuckles for slurping one’s soup was something you got used to over time, though you did learn not to slurp.

That’s enough about some useless learnings though; while etiquette is a big thing with nobility, Arelia never much cared for it and found that the tittering, gossipy nature of other female’s her age was not to her liking. Instead, she found that she liked playing pranks on people by disguising how she looked, which became harder as she got older and her figure began to fill out more, but she always did her best to adapt to such things. More often than not, she and her twin would get into trouble for sneaking into the kitchens to snag the treats the cooks were making for dinner, or for tricking the servants into thinking she was someone she was not. While her parents tried to dissuade her from such unwomanly activities, it never stopped her from doing it in secret just to go out with her sister.

By the time that Arelia turned 15, she was married off to a man named Volux Alan Bastian VII who was (and still is) a very successful engineer who specializes in Automatons, after his wife died in childbirth. Volux, age 24 at the time, was a bit hesitant to take Arelia as his bride as the wound of losing his first love was still fresh. What ultimately swayed his choice was how quickly she seemed to take to the business he ran like a fish to water. Everything about the automatons seemed to fascinate her, and thanks to her years studying the human anatomy rather vigorously, she was able to use her keen eye to point out some flaws in the skeletal structuring of his projects.

At the age of 17, she had their first child, a baby girl whom she named Lianna and doted on nearly as much as her own mother had doted on her and her twin. It was during the first year of her daughter’s life that she began to find that the empty void she had felt ever since her sister had left was still there. During the nights following her 18th birthday she began to slide back into her old ways of disguising herself so her family would not learn that she was looking for her sister. Every night for six months Arelia scoured not only the Grey District, but she even went so far as to delve into the Deepwell despite her better judgement.

During the six months of her searching, she did not go unnoticed. She would have hoped that the fact she had chose the appearance of a man would have thrown them off her trail. In fact, in her attempt to hide, she only brought more attention to herself. The eyes of the criminal underworld turned to her. There was something about her ability to sweet talk information from people to meet her own needs that drew them to her, as well as the way she carried herself. It was her ability to alter her posture, attitude, and attire to the area that she happened to be in that night that drew them to her.

Finally, Arelia’s searching paid off when she stumbled across a boat captained by a dwarf by the name of Bundrod. As she spoke to the man, describing her sister to him though never mentioning she was looking for a sister, but rather a lost lover of sorts, the male dwarf excused himself to go talk to Sabina. As she waited, she hoped that the captain would be able to talk her sister into at least coming to see her without knowing who she actually was. When Sabina finally agreed to see the one asking about her, Bundrod brought Arelia onto the deck of the boat and left to go take care of a few things as the two spoke. Upon seeing her, Arelia’s eyes lit up and she immediately began speaking to her, having forgotten that her twin very well may not recognize her. It took nearly ten minutes and the mention of an old teddy bear to get Sabina to finally both recognize and speak to the sister she had not seen in two years. Then the pranks began once more, starting with removing her disguise enough for there to appear that Sabina had somehow managed to duplicate herself, confusing Bundrod and making Sabina’s lover think he was now gifted with two.

That ‘night’ they spent hours talking, catching up on things missed and loves met while laughing about the past they had shared before Sabina had mysteriously disappeared. As the two girls spoke, someone continued to watch Arelia from a distance, amazed to find out that the ‘he’ they had been tracking was, in fact, a ‘she’. The person stalking her for the last six months? The infamous Duskhawk Assassin Riker Fretson, and he had every intention of bringing her existence to the attention of those within the organization that would be best fit to recruit her. Leaving the twins to their time together, Riker went back to report to the leader of the Dusthawks on what he had found.

After speaking with her Sister for hours and reapplying her disguise, Arelia finally left the Deepwell to return to her home thinking she would have time to rest before the day’s work began. Sadly, the beginning of daylight had begun to filter down the Drop-Ferry’s course dissuaded her thinking of a long and much needed rest after the excitement she had experienced. During her trip back, and her daily running of the business she and her husband ran together, the leader of the Dusthawks sent a messenger to speak with Sabina, informing her that they wanted to bring Arelia into the fold. While it would undoubtedly be challenging, Sabina was up to the task and during Arelia’s next visit to the Deepwell a week later, she used her sister’s desire to readjust the power and wealth of the people to bring Arelia into the fold.

While she was a bit hesitant, Arelia eventually agreed to join the Organization under the agreement that she would still be able to live her life as she pleased under the sun. When the agreement was made, she began her job as a Recon Specialist, collecting the information that they wanted on their targets through her ability to disguise herself as well as sweet talk those whom she needed to gather information from. In between her recon, she also kept tally on the funds they had coming in as well as the funds they distributed, keeping a far better ledger than any other tasked with the job of taking care of the Dusthawks’ finances. When she reached the age of 19, she was only able to work recon for a short amount of time before her second pregnancy became too obvious to hide and she was only able to work the books. Once her second child was born, a son, she went back to recon, though now she was not only gathering information for potential targets, but she was feeding a steady stream of information about how the nobles felt about the organization as well as any plans they may have in dealing with them. There had been a couple times when she had passed on information that helped prevent a member from getting caught or potentially killed. With these successes, she found herself enjoying the jobs she was given more and more, throwing her lot in with them as often as she could to help them as long as they didn’t interfere too much with her day life.

Prime Motive: Redistribution of Power and Wealth

Accessory Motive(s):

• Keep her sister safe
• Keep her dealings with the Dusthawks underwraps

Internal Conflict: While Arelia is comfortable with her status as a noble, along with the perks that come with it, she knows that it is not fair to those who have been left with barely anything. While she wants to help those below her station attain a better way of life, she is at odds with taking away her own comforts that she has grown used to throughout her life.

V𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩:

Occupation: Recon and Financeer
Talents:

• Disguise: After many years of playing pranks and looking for her sister, Arelia has become quite adept at disguising herself. Not only does she keep her hair at a length that befits a male more than a female, but she has also learned how to hide the contours of her face using makeup and often binds her chest and wears form-hiding clothing when she wishes to come across as a male. When going around as a female she keeps her hair in a simple style found among the common people and avoids the extravagant materials that are open to the nobility, favoring rougher materials and styles when she walks the street of the lower districts.
• Acumen: Thanks to her upbringing and having access to the best education available, Arelia has a keen sense for business and working with numbers. She is also able to work with people of all backgrounds and languages because of this education, leaving little to no barrier in communication.
• Social Engineering: Thanks to the political structure of the nobles, Arelia has learned how to talk to people to get on their good side as well as get what she wants from them. While some nuts are harder to crack than others, she knows they eventually will and wears them down until they crack under the pressure.

Flaws:

• Swordswomen?: Give Arelia a blade and she will look at you like you have six heads. When it comes to close combat fighting she has absolutely no idea what she is doing; after all, she’s a noblewoman and noblewomen don’t fight… well at least the ones that are too busy tittering and gossiping don’t.
• Double Life: Just because you work for the Dusthawks doesn’t mean you can put your daylight work aside. Due to her being a citizen of the Sky District, Arelia must keep up appearances, and that means attending snobbish parties, helping her husband run his business and overall doing what noble women are supposed to do even if she hates it.
• Lost in the Role: Thanks to her strange ability to cross dress a little too well, this noblewoman often finds herself falling into the rolls she is playing when she is being someone other than herself a little too easy. At times, she slips into one of her many personas when she finds herself under duress, often confusing people and making them think she may have a little too many voices in her head. This often gets her into some sticky situations.

Equipment:

• Automaton Servant names Geoff
• 2 Spark Pistols
• Stationary Satchel
• Stones, the amount determined by the area she is in
• Family Ring, sometimes she wears it, sometimes she doesn’t (Location and job dependant)
  
  • Not carried
    
    • Clothing and wigs designed for her disguises
    • A shit ton of make-up, no one questions her, she’s a woman
    • Business ledgers

S𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩:

Secrets: Her primary secret is from her family, and it is that she is part of the Dusthawks and in contact with her twin sister.
Quirks:

• Doesn’t like any other kind of alcohol BUT wine
• Can’t build to save her life, but she is fascinated with how mechanics work
• A little too interested in human biology

Other:

• Connections: Noble people… a lot of noble people.
• Exceptional Singer
• The Automaton: Geoff is a machine built in the like of a human, his functions are that of a servant and handmaiden. He does not do much past that as fighting is well beyond his programming, making him useless if Arelia finds herself under any type of attack. However, he seems to make a surprisingly excellent cup of tea or coffee.
• Impressive Finances: Perks of being born to a noble family, all the Stones you could hope for

| 𝔊𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 | 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱

Arelia Isis Bastian

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩:

Race: Human
Age: 21
Appearance:Arelia is usually seen wearing the standard dress of those in the noble classes when she is home, fitting into the role well. When she is out and about, doing the things she loves, she is often seen wearing long coats and pants that hide her more feminine qualities a bit better than the dresses do. She prefers to wear her platinum blonde hair down in a simple style unlike most noble females who put it up in ringlets and adorn it with jewels. The most striking of her features however, is her eyes, the color a verdant green unseen in the barren lands of Glimhollow. Unlike the photo however, her skin is the tan color of those who inhabit the City, helping her blend in.

P𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩:

Biography

Born and raised with her twin sister Sabina Valla Calista, Arelia lived the life one would expect a highborn female to live. She had the best education Stones could buy, learned more languages than she thought really worth it in the beginning, though she picked up on them quickly, and learned so much math it would make anyone’s brain bleed. She learned what fork to use during which course, where to place the copious amounts of plates, knives, forks, spoons and glasses at a table and which were used for whatever one would be eating at the time. You thought books on the head to teach proper posture was a lie? She would attest otherwise and could tell you that a switch across the knuckles for slurping one’s soup was something you got used to over time, though you did learn not to slurp.

That’s enough about some useless learnings though; while etiquette is a big thing with nobility, Arelia never much cared for it and found that the tittering, gossipy nature of other female’s her age was not to her liking. Instead, she found that she liked playing pranks on people by disguising how she looked, which became harder as she got older and her figure began to fill out more, but she always did her best to adapt to such things. More often than not, she and her twin would get into trouble for sneaking into the kitchens to snag the treats the cooks were making for dinner, or for tricking the servants into thinking she was someone she was not. While her parents tried to dissuade her from such unwomanly activities, it never stopped her from doing it in secret just to go out with her sister.

By the time that Arelia turned 15, she was married off to a man named Volux Alan Bastian VII who was (and still is) a very successful engineer who specializes in Automatons, after his wife died in childbirth. Volux, age 24 at the time, was a bit hesitant to take Arelia as his bride as the wound of losing his first love was still fresh. What ultimately swayed his choice was how quickly she seemed to take to the business he ran like a fish to water. Everything about the automatons seemed to fascinate her, and thanks to her years studying the human anatomy rather vigorously, she was able to use her keen eye to point out some flaws in the skeletal structuring of his projects.

At the age of 17, she had their first child, a baby girl whom she named Lianna and doted on nearly as much as her own mother had doted on her and her twin. It was during the first year of her daughter’s life that she began to find that the empty void she had felt ever since her sister had left was still there. During the nights following her 18th birthday she began to slide back into her old ways of disguising herself so her family would not learn that she was looking for her sister. Every night for six months Arelia scoured not only the Grey District, but she even went so far as to delve into the Deepwell despite her better judgement.

During the six months of her searching, she did not go unnoticed. She would have hoped that the fact she had chose the appearance of a man would have thrown them off her trail. In fact, in her attempt to hide, she only brought more attention to herself. The eyes of the criminal underworld turned to her. There was something about her ability to sweet talk information from people to meet her own needs that drew them to her, as well as the way she carried herself. It was her ability to alter her posture, attitude, and attire to the area that she happened to be in that night that drew them to her.

Finally, Arelia’s searching paid off when she stumbled across a boat captained by a dwarf by the name of Bundrod. As she spoke to the man, describing her sister to him though never mentioning she was looking for a sister, but rather a lost lover of sorts, the male dwarf excused himself to go talk to Sabina. As she waited, she hoped that the captain would be able to talk her sister into at least coming to see her without knowing who she actually was. When Sabina finally agreed to see the one asking about her, Bundrod brought Arelia onto the deck of the boat and left to go take care of a few things as the two spoke. Upon seeing her, Arelia’s eyes lit up and she immediately began speaking to her, having forgotten that her twin very well may not recognize her. It took nearly ten minutes and the mention of an old teddy bear to get Sabina to finally both recognize and speak to the sister she had not seen in two years. Then the pranks began once more, starting with removing her disguise enough for there to appear that Sabina had somehow managed to duplicate herself, confusing Bundrod and making Sabina’s lover think he was now gifted with two.

That ‘night’ they spent hours talking, catching up on things missed and loves met while laughing about the past they had shared before Sabina had mysteriously disappeared. As the two girls spoke, someone continued to watch Arelia from a distance, amazed to find out that the ‘he’ they had been tracking was, in fact, a ‘she’. The person stalking her for the last six months? The infamous Duskhawk Assassin Riker Fretson, and he had every intention of bringing her existence to the attention of those within the organization that would be best fit to recruit her. Leaving the twins to their time together, Riker went back to report to the leader of the Dusthawks on what he had found.

After speaking with her Sister for hours and reapplying her disguise, Arelia finally left the Deepwell to return to her home thinking she would have time to rest before the day’s work began. Sadly, the beginning of daylight had begun to filter down the Drop-Ferry’s course dissuaded her thinking of a long and much needed rest after the excitement she had experienced. During her trip back, and her daily running of the business she and her husband ran together, the leader of the Dusthawks sent a messenger to speak with Sabina, informing her that they wanted to bring Arelia into the fold. While it would undoubtedly be challenging, Sabina was up to the task and during Arelia’s next visit to the Deepwell a week later, she used her sister’s desire to readjust the power and wealth of the people to bring Arelia into the fold.

While she was a bit hesitant, Arelia eventually agreed to join the Organization under the agreement that she would still be able to live her life as she pleased under the sun. When the agreement was made, she began her job as a Recon Specialist, collecting the information that they wanted on their targets through her ability to disguise herself as well as sweet talk those whom she needed to gather information from. In between her recon, she also kept tally on the funds they had coming in as well as the funds they distributed, keeping a far better ledger than any other tasked with the job of taking care of the Dusthawks’ finances. When she reached the age of 19, she was only able to work recon for a short amount of time before her second pregnancy became too obvious to hide and she was only able to work the books. Once her second child was born, a son, she went back to recon, though now she was not only gathering information for potential targets, but she was feeding a steady stream of information about how the nobles felt about the organization as well as any plans they may have in dealing with them. There had been a couple times when she had passed on information that helped prevent a member from getting caught or potentially killed. With these successes, she found herself enjoying the jobs she was given more and more, throwing her lot in with them as often as she could to help them as long as they didn’t interfere too much with her day life.

Prime Motive: Redistribution of Power and Wealth

Accessory Motive(s):

• Keep her sister safe
• Keep her dealings with the Dusthawks underwraps

Internal Conflict: While Arelia is comfortable with her status as a noble, along with the perks that come with it, she knows that it is not fair to those who have been left with barely anything. While she wants to help those below her station attain a better way of life, she is at odds with taking away her own comforts that she has grown used to throughout her life.

V𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩:

Occupation: Recon and Financeer
Talents:

• Disguise: After many years of playing pranks and looking for her sister, Arelia has become quite adept at disguising herself. Not only does she keep her hair at a length that befits a male more than a female, but she has also learned how to hide the contours of her face using makeup and often binds her chest and wears form-hiding clothing when she wishes to come across as a male. When going around as a female she keeps her hair in a simple style found among the common people and avoids the extravagant materials that are open to the nobility, favoring rougher materials and styles when she walks the street of the lower districts.
• Acumen: Thanks to her upbringing and having access to the best education available, Arelia has a keen sense for business and working with numbers. She is also able to work with people of all backgrounds and languages because of this education, leaving little to no barrier in communication.
• Social Engineering: Thanks to the political structure of the nobles, Arelia has learned how to talk to people to get on their good side as well as get what she wants from them. While some nuts are harder to crack than others, she knows they eventually will and wears them down until they crack under the pressure.

Flaws:

• Swordswomen?: Give Arelia a blade and she will look at you like you have six heads. When it comes to close combat fighting she has absolutely no idea what she is doing; after all, she’s a noblewoman and noblewomen don’t fight… well at least the ones that are too busy tittering and gossiping don’t.
• Double Life: Just because you work for the Dusthawks doesn’t mean you can put your daylight work aside. Due to her being a citizen of the Sky District, Arelia must keep up appearances, and that means attending snobbish parties, helping her husband run his business and overall doing what noble women are supposed to do even if she hates it.
• Lost in the Role: Thanks to her strange ability to cross dress a little too well, this noblewoman often finds herself falling into the rolls she is playing when she is being someone other than herself a little too easy. At times, she slips into one of her many personas when she finds herself under duress, often confusing people and making them think she may have a little too many voices in her head. This often gets her into some sticky situations.

Equipment:

• Automaton Servant names Geoff
• 2 Spark Pistols
• Stationary Satchel
• Stones, the amount determined by the area she is in
• Family Ring, sometimes she wears it, sometimes she doesn’t (Location and job dependant)
  
  • Not carried
    
    • Clothing and wigs designed for her disguises
    • A shit ton of make-up, no one questions her, she’s a woman
    • Business ledgers

S𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩:

Secrets: Her primary secret is from her family, and it is that she is part of the Dusthawks and in contact with her twin sister.
Quirks:

• Doesn’t like any other kind of alcohol BUT wine
• Can’t build to save her life, but she is fascinated with how mechanics work
• A little too interested in human biology

Other:

• Connections: Noble people… a lot of noble people.
• Exceptional Singer
• The Automaton: Geoff is a machine built in the like of a human, his functions are that of a servant and handmaiden. He does not do much past that as fighting is well beyond his programming, making him useless if Arelia finds herself under any type of attack. However, he seems to make a surprisingly excellent cup of tea or coffee.
• Impressive Finances: Perks of being born to a noble family, all the Stones you could hope for

My interest check of all interest checks!

HI PEOPLE I'M ETERNALLY BORED:

Hi. I'm Zverda... formally Kokushi on this site! People call me Koku a lot... dunno why it just sorta started up one day and stuck.

- I'm 26 and I like playing in my age range. I prefer to stick with people who are 20+, mostly because I feel more comfortable doing any form of romance with people within that age group. If you are still a teen, I am sorry but I'm just not comfortable RPing with you just yet, nothing personal I assure you. However, if you are not looking for romance, I'm cool with RPing with you as long as you are not any younger than 18.

- I love posts that are decent in length. I won't go Nazi on you about your post length... though I will admit that if you can't give me at least 2 GOOD paragraphs, I will get bored... and fast. I give as good as I get, so please, if you do not want Crap do not give me Crap.

- I consider myself Mid to High Casual. I am not a grammar freak by any means, I just ask that you do not text talk... please have a basic understanding of the English Language, be it American English or British Language.

- I RP on Discord mostly, though I also favor Google Docs if you are looking at it to be more of a story setting rather than just a jumble of things.

- I prefer playing a female character though I do not lack the ability to play a male character.

What you can more or less expect from me:

On average I write anywhere from 2 to... however many Paragraphs that I feel like. If it is something I am enjoying and you are just as interested in what we are doing, I can easily knock out a few paragraphs, at least on a good day XP. Now I understand that everyone has off days, so if you are having any issues, please let me know and I will do my best to work with you ^.^

Also, I have a tendency of responding just about every day, sometimes I can only manage one a day if I am super busy (which isn't often to be honest), other times I go nuts. I am a night owl... but I also work from 8pm PST to 4am PST, so I can usually respond between the hours of 4pm to 7pm and again from about 5am to 7 am on the days I work.

What things do I like you ask?

- Action
- Progressive Character Development
- Fantasy
- Sci-fi
- Egyptian Mythology
- Greek/Roman Mythology
- Table Top Based

Stories that take place in either:

- Modern Day
- Medieval Times

Things I do not enjoy... in the least

- being the only one who pushes stuff forward, if you have a question about moving forward, all you need to do is ask. If you have an idea, please, use the OOC to bring it up to me.
- Damsels in distress so please do not expect me to play one.
- Ridiculously submissive characters... some submission is ok but try to have a backbone... and this is also something I will refuse to play, so don't ask.
- Insane amount of swearing. Now, I have the mouth of a Soldier so I understand swearing as much as the next person, but even I have a limit to what I will tolerate.
- I HATE SLICE OF LIFE!

My feeling on Romance in RPs:
I do not mind Romance in the least, however I will not make it the main premise of the story. It is perfectly fine as an addition, as in some cases it is completely normal for people traveling together to end up forming some form of bond with one another. I don't expect it to be instantaneous... I rather have it be something that forms gradually over time as it makes it more believable. If Romance isn't something you want to do, just let me know that you have no intentions towards that, trust me, it won't bother me in the least.

What to do with ideas:
I typically have ideas, just let me know what type of things you are looking for and we can always work on something together. If I already have a basic plot outline I will run it by you and if you like it, we can flush it out together and if you don't, then we can come up with something completely new. If you have things you want to do, or just basic ideas off of things I like to do, lemme know ok? Frankly, I hate making people think that I only wanna do what I wanna do, because that isn't true I assure you. The more ideas, the more fun things can be for either party.

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

Vivian let out a yawn as she followed Keshishan, the ride on the ferry had been a boring and slightly wet one as the fog had started to come in and at the moment she just wanted a hot bath on top of what her comrade had asked for. "All that and a Hot Bath in my room," she said, needing no translator. Thanks to her years in the order she had picked up a few languages that she felt would come in handy as she did not always travel with a group of people. When one was on a Solo mission, it was smart to know the language of the land you visited so you need not waste money on a translator that was apt to gouge you for everything you were worth.

The young woman shifted the bag she was carrying a bit so it rested more comfortably before she just leaned against Keshishan, she was tired and she had grown to like the man much like a father. "Keshi, mind if I take the room next to your's or just stay with you?" she asked the male. Out of everyone in the group he knew well her inability to sleep very well, usually suffering from repeated nightmares throughout the night. It was bad enough that she had to deal with horrors in the waking world, but thanks to the events of her childhood she faced them in the dream world as well. It was a rather interesting thing, despite the fact that Keshishan was rather cold, though not cruel, she had latched onto him and immediately seemed to start treating the man as if he was her father.

"Promise not to bother you unnecessarily," She smiled up at him, red hair sticking to her face thanks to the moisture that had been in the air outside, "Promise!" A smile broke out on her face, though it wavered for a brief moment as she glanced around to the other person with them. Not all of those in the Order were aware of the more familial relationship she and the older male had, and in this day and age it wouldn't be far fetched if someone thought them doing something a little less innocent than just talking through the night should she awaken from her nightmares.

Finally taking her eyes away from the older male she noticed the strange look she was getting from the innkeeper, which caused her to raise a brow. It wasn't completely out of the normal to see a female of the Order wearing men's clothing, but in general, women wearing men's clothing was frowned upon and it was clear this man did not seem to like it. "I think you have a staring problem," she said as her grey-blue eyes narrowed, arms crossed over her chest as she simply stared back at the man. She hated when people stared at her, her red hair made her stick out enough as it was, as did her choice of clothing, but she always felt that people could at least ignore the last part as if it was a normal thing. Skirts sucked, especially cage skirts and she had no intention of wearing anything of the sort as they just got in the way.

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

There is a disclaimer in there for part of her bio... please head it.

Vivian Puskás

Name: Vivian Puskás

Sex: Female

Occupation: Gunsmith

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 145 lbs

Appearance:

Vivian

Eldritch Encounters:

• Something unknown murders her entire bloodline
  
  After Joining Order
• Necromancer Creating Abominations that wreak havoc in a town
• Strigoi

Traits:

• Scar under/over right eye during fight with Stragoi
• Firearm expertise
• Gunsmith
• Dresses like a Man
• Lacks Propriety
• Numerophobia - The fear of numbers, though her’s is specifically 3
• Very uncomfortable with anything that has to do with family
• Has no desire to further her bloodline

Equipment:

• Father’s Masterwork Flintlock (does not carry it with her on missions)
• Breech loaded Rifle
• Revolver
• Hunting Knife
• Leather Bound Journal
• Braided chain necklace with a silver Cross Pendant (Belonged to her mother)
• Leather Great Coat
• A signet ring, engraved into top is a star made of lines that curve into a point giving the symbol a look as if it was wavering. In the middle of the start is what appears to be a branch with five offshoots, two angling off from the underside and three angling upwards from the top.

Order: Yes

Background:

• Born on July 27th in the year of the Red Fire Tiger (1806)
• Raised learning the way of Gunsmithing as an Artisan style
• 4th out of 7 Siblings
• There is no God
• {disclaimer, this is gruesome… don’t read this if you have issues with icky murder hobo stuff on kids and preggo women}
  I’m the only one left… and I don’t know why

  .
  31st of October in the year 1820,
  I still can’t seem to come to terms with what happened two weeks ago after what any family would consider a normal dinner. The day had started like any other, I was helping father in the shop with a custom rifle order someone had requested as a gift for their soon to be of age son. My eldest brothers have long since moved out of our home and left to do other practices, not wanting to take up the gunsmithing mantel that our family has held for generations upon generations. Never mind that however, as that is not what I am meant to write about. People wish to know what happened, yet I cannot speak it without fear of reliving that horrible night and reverting back to the ‘hysterics’ the rude doctor told me I had been in. I would like to tell you what time it was when I was awoken by the earth shattering screech of my sister Elaina, but the Grandfather clock we had on the landing seemed stuck at such an odd time; 3:33 in the early morning. Thinking someone had broken into our home I rushed out of the room I shared with Anabel, the youngest of my sisters at the young age of 4. So small… so innocent… unaware of the fate that would be meeting her as I took her in my arms to bring her down the steps where I thought I heard my father’s voice. My parent’s room was on the first floor of our home, tucked near father’s workshop so he would not have far to go if he worked late into the night as he often did. As I stepped into our sitting room I nearly slipped on a wet floor, odd considering the floor was dry before we went to bed and Mother was not known for cleaning so late into the sleeping hours. Turning the corner into the main room what I saw there froze me in fear, my mother, splayed out like the dolls Anabel enjoyed playing with; her nightgown torn at the abdomen where my father worked diligently on removing what organs rested there. Beside my mother was her innermost woman part, the thing that was my father but most certainly could not be was circling the bloody organ with my Mother’s intestins, stopping at the third circling.
  
  I still could not understand what was happening, neither could my Sister Elaina who was standing at the entrance of her own first floor room, hands over her mouth. Unlike me however, she was able to compose herself enough to try to run away. The sound of her footsteps snapped my father’s head up and directed his attention to the mother to be. My sister was only staying with us because her Husband was away on a business trip and she wished to visit us as she was so close to giving birth. He pounced like a Lion that stalked it’s prey and was ready to feed, his night clothes covered in my mother’s blood, how could I not hear her screams before Elaina’s?
  
  Before I had a chance to act, to even say anything or hush the crying child in my arms my father plunged the kitchen knife into my Eldest Sisters back. What I saw next was the very process of what he had done to my mother, his rough gunsmith hands lacking the fine cut of a surgeon. I screamed, I couldn’t help it, the sound tore from my throat like a Banshee’s howl in the night as I watched my father but not my father slice into my sister’s belly and pull out the baby that had been growing within while she still lived. He studied the child for a moment before setting it down, the child twitching yet lungs still full of fluid as it still remained in the uterus. Until that monster cut it out and sliced the chest wide open. How was I still watching this, I do not know, I still do not know how I could stand there and watch him snap the ribcage wide open, each tiny rib pulled apart at intervals of three so they were splayed yet still attached at oddly increasing heights of three. How was i able to watch him then circle the baby still in the nest that was my sisters uterus three times? How was I able to watch him do the same to my 16 year old brother who raced down the steps, now splayed before me with his ribs much like the baby who never had a chance to live? How was I able to withstand watching him kill little Anabel in my arms and pull out her own tiny organ that would never know the growth of a child at my feet?
  
  How… how in this godless world was I then able to watch him sheer off his ears from left to right with a flap of skin following revealing his skull? How was I able to watch him slash across his eyes so he knew darkness and how was I able to keep my stomach when He pulled the dulled blade down from the top of the bridge that begun his nose and skinned both nose and mouth away from his face before simply staring at me with sightless eyes? How was it only then, covered in my little sister’s blood, was I untouched before the world around me went dark and my mind replayed 3:33, ribs elevated in 3s at small 3 intervals, a uterus ringed 3 times by intestins, a face skinned in 3 motions with a jaw still working but saying nothing, before I finally lost sight in the world only to wake up surrounded by white? I don’t know. I have no answers to any of these question, I only know that something possessed my father that night to kill all but me.
• It wasn’t only my immediate family, it was everyone in my bloodline, the exact same way by the oldest male in the house in the same exact room… but me.
• Joined the Order a Year after her Parents Murder, has now been a part of it for 10 years

Personality:

• Overly Boisterous at times
• Sometimes sticks her nose where she shouldn’t
• Bought of Silence for extended periods of time
• Hostile towards things she doesn’t understand
• Reckless

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

There is a disclaimer in there for part of her bio... please head it.

Vivian Puskás

Name: Vivian Puskás

Sex: Female

Occupation: Gunsmith

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 145 lbs

Appearance:

Vivian

Eldritch Encounters:

• Something unknown murders her entire bloodline
  
  After Joining Order
• Necromancer Creating Abominations that wreak havoc in a town
• Strigoi

Traits:

• Scar under/over right eye during fight with Stragoi
• Firearm expertise
• Gunsmith
• Dresses like a Man
• Lacks Propriety
• Numerophobia - The fear of numbers, though her’s is specifically 3
• Very uncomfortable with anything that has to do with family
• Has no desire to further her bloodline

Equipment:

• Father’s Masterwork Flintlock (does not carry it with her on missions)
• Breech loaded Rifle
• Revolver
• Hunting Knife
• Leather Bound Journal
• Braided chain necklace with a silver Cross Pendant (Belonged to her mother)
• Leather Great Coat
• A signet ring, engraved into top is a star made of lines that curve into a point giving the symbol a look as if it was wavering. In the middle of the start is what appears to be a branch with five offshoots, two angling off from the underside and three angling upwards from the top.

Order: Yes

Background:

• Born on July 27th in the year of the Red Fire Tiger (1806)
• Raised learning the way of Gunsmithing as an Artisan style
• 4th out of 7 Siblings
• There is no God
• {disclaimer, this is gruesome… don’t read this if you have issues with icky murder hobo stuff on kids and preggo women}
  I’m the only one left… and I don’t know why

  .
  31st of October in the year 1820,
  I still can’t seem to come to terms with what happened two weeks ago after what any family would consider a normal dinner. The day had started like any other, I was helping father in the shop with a custom rifle order someone had requested as a gift for their soon to be of age son. My eldest brothers have long since moved out of our home and left to do other practices, not wanting to take up the gunsmithing mantel that our family has held for generations upon generations. Never mind that however, as that is not what I am meant to write about. People wish to know what happened, yet I cannot speak it without fear of reliving that horrible night and reverting back to the ‘hysterics’ the rude doctor told me I had been in. I would like to tell you what time it was when I was awoken by the earth shattering screech of my sister Elaina, but the Grandfather clock we had on the landing seemed stuck at such an odd time; 3:33 in the early morning. Thinking someone had broken into our home I rushed out of the room I shared with Anabel, the youngest of my sisters at the young age of 4. So small… so innocent… unaware of the fate that would be meeting her as I took her in my arms to bring her down the steps where I thought I heard my father’s voice. My parent’s room was on the first floor of our home, tucked near father’s workshop so he would not have far to go if he worked late into the night as he often did. As I stepped into our sitting room I nearly slipped on a wet floor, odd considering the floor was dry before we went to bed and Mother was not known for cleaning so late into the sleeping hours. Turning the corner into the main room what I saw there froze me in fear, my mother, splayed out like the dolls Anabel enjoyed playing with; her nightgown torn at the abdomen where my father worked diligently on removing what organs rested there. Beside my mother was her innermost woman part, the thing that was my father but most certainly could not be was circling the bloody organ with my Mother’s intestins, stopping at the third circling.
  
  I still could not understand what was happening, neither could my Sister Elaina who was standing at the entrance of her own first floor room, hands over her mouth. Unlike me however, she was able to compose herself enough to try to run away. The sound of her footsteps snapped my father’s head up and directed his attention to the mother to be. My sister was only staying with us because her Husband was away on a business trip and she wished to visit us as she was so close to giving birth. He pounced like a Lion that stalked it’s prey and was ready to feed, his night clothes covered in my mother’s blood, how could I not hear her screams before Elaina’s?
  
  Before I had a chance to act, to even say anything or hush the crying child in my arms my father plunged the kitchen knife into my Eldest Sisters back. What I saw next was the very process of what he had done to my mother, his rough gunsmith hands lacking the fine cut of a surgeon. I screamed, I couldn’t help it, the sound tore from my throat like a Banshee’s howl in the night as I watched my father but not my father slice into my sister’s belly and pull out the baby that had been growing within while she still lived. He studied the child for a moment before setting it down, the child twitching yet lungs still full of fluid as it still remained in the uterus. Until that monster cut it out and sliced the chest wide open. How was I still watching this, I do not know, I still do not know how I could stand there and watch him snap the ribcage wide open, each tiny rib pulled apart at intervals of three so they were splayed yet still attached at oddly increasing heights of three. How was i able to watch him then circle the baby still in the nest that was my sisters uterus three times? How was I able to watch him do the same to my 16 year old brother who raced down the steps, now splayed before me with his ribs much like the baby who never had a chance to live? How was I able to withstand watching him kill little Anabel in my arms and pull out her own tiny organ that would never know the growth of a child at my feet?
  
  How… how in this godless world was I then able to watch him sheer off his ears from left to right with a flap of skin following revealing his skull? How was I able to watch him slash across his eyes so he knew darkness and how was I able to keep my stomach when He pulled the dulled blade down from the top of the bridge that begun his nose and skinned both nose and mouth away from his face before simply staring at me with sightless eyes? How was it only then, covered in my little sister’s blood, was I untouched before the world around me went dark and my mind replayed 3:33, ribs elevated in 3s at small 3 intervals, a uterus ringed 3 times by intestins, a face skinned in 3 motions with a jaw still working but saying nothing, before I finally lost sight in the world only to wake up surrounded by white? I don’t know. I have no answers to any of these question, I only know that something possessed my father that night to kill all but me.
• It wasn’t only my immediate family, it was everyone in my bloodline, the exact same way by the oldest male in the house in the same exact room… but me.
• Joined the Order a Year after her Parents Murder, has now been a part of it for 10 years

Personality:

• Overly Boisterous at times
• Sometimes sticks her nose where she shouldn’t
• Bought of Silence for extended periods of time
• Hostile towards things she doesn’t understand
• Reckless

Modular Pathfinder

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Hanani stared at the form for a moment, reading over every tid-bit that was written much like one would study a contract for any fine print to avoid agreeing to something ridiculous. When he was satisfied, he signed as he was meant to and looked at the rest of the team, wondering if they had actually agreed on a Team name and if they had, was it going to be ridiculous. He certainly hoped not as he didn't want to deal with something that had to do with tails, he didn't have one after all and it seemed a tad... he shook his head. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that now was it? They had a fight they had to win and a Paladin they needed to ensure remained safe during their stay with the group. Lives had to be preserved and people needed to be taught not to mess with them. Sure, one of the monks had made a show of being able to grapple Ming, something Hanani wasn't all too happy about, but Ming hadn't really been able to use any of her real potential. The woman was a paladin as well, and she was far better with her sword and shield than she was with just her hands.

Once forms were signed and the group was ushered into the Pavilion, he took a moment to look around, a frown on his face. He hated large masses of people and he didn't really trust a single one of them not to stab them in the back, even if they were supposed to be some of the most honorable among they people. Something sketchy happened once and it was clear that something sketchy was bound to happen again if it had last years champion asking them to watch his back. As he scanned the crowd he saw a few familiar faces and some he had yet to recognize, he assumed he would sooner or later. It was then that he noticed many were clumping up in groups of six, which was odd because they only had a group of five. This made him frown, were they able to have a substitute or was his team basically going to be stuck going 5v6? If that was the case, he was not at all pleased about it and he was rather prepared to knock a few people down a peg... or 50.

'You know I doubt that they would let it slide that you only have four other people while the other teams have a total of six,' Mercy said, the blade humming in his hand as he scanned crowds, looking for anything that seemed out of the norm, 'Then again, who knows what the people who run this tournament are thinking at any given time? We could do some mind snooping, or at least you could.'

Hanani made a face at this, sure he could do some mind snooping, but there were too many minds to shift through and there was no guarantee he would manage to get anything out of it. No, he rather scan, look for someone shady, and then try. It would save time and effort really, and thanks to the helm he had come across ages ago, he was able to understand practically everyone around them that spoke a language he did not already know. During his scan, he didn't really see anything out of the normal, just a bunch of excited people ready for a day of fighting, cheering and trying to prove who was the best. There would be a lot of posturing it seemed, and some unnecessary flexing but it is what it is and he didn't much care since no one appeared to be an immediate threat apart from whomever they were going to have to fight. That was fine.

> Take 10 Perception = 31 perception to look for shady characters and anything out of place

Shortly after he finished scanning the groups within the area, he was met with a rather huge metal monstrosity that spoke with excited and quick words. Then he found a potion practically thrown into his hands, a potion that he wasn't entirely sure was what the man... creature... thing had said it was. With a frown on his face he turned it over in his hand, studying it with a skeptical eye before placing it in his bag of Holding. "Name?" he asked simply as he stared at the construct that towered at least 9.5 inches higher than himself, "And who assigned you to our team?" It was clear that the Elven male was distrusting right off the bat, who went and threw healing potions at other people without a word of who they were? Let alone showed up with only a minute to spare? Speaking of which, Hanani had about thirty seconds to prep the spells that he wanted, and that was exactly what he did now. For a brief moment, Mercy seemed to sear with a molten glow of the forge before she went back to her icy black color and Hanani had a brief blue glow about him that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "And what exactly are you?" he tacked on as he used one of his wands last.

WARNING IT'S LONG

Elven Magus Shadowdancer
HP: 113/113 AC: 21
Initiative: +7 Hero Points: 2
Arcane Pool: 9/9

Duration of Spell(s) Left:
Visualization of the Body Dexterity - 16 hours
Fiery Rune: 65 rounds (cast at 30 sec mark)
Shield: 67 rounds (cast at 15 sec mark)
Frostbite: 7 atks (Cast after Shield)

Buffs:
Visualization of the Body Dexterity:
+5 to all Dex based skill checks, when discharged
as an immediate action you gain a +4 dodge bonus to your
Armor Class for 3 rounds.

Shield:
+4 shield bonus to AC against incorporeal touch attacks,
since it is a force effect. The shield has no armor check
penalty or arcane spell failure chance.

Wand Charges:
Frostbite CL7: 49/50
Magic Missle CL7: 50/50

Prepped Spells:

Cantrips - 6/6
Vicious Mockery - 2/2
Mage Hand - 2/2
Open/Close - 1/1
Light - 1/1

First Level - 5/6
Shocking Grasp - 2/2
Shield - 0/1
Burning Hands - 2/2
Corrosive Touch - 1/1

Second Level - 4/5
Scorching Ray x2 - 1/1
Visualization of the body - 1/1
Aristocratic Nightmare - 1/1
Fiery Rune - 1/2

Third Level -
Air Geyser - 1/1
Force Hook - 1/1