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| Subject: Application: Saerica Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:32 am | |
| note: I don't have immediate intentions to bring her into the RP, this is more a quest to find a stock character I can easily nerf into fitting in without gutting their core, so I have somebody at a later time should I need themI can nerf her in a large number of ways if you need me too, and if you need info on anything I didn't cover tons of I can do that, I just want to get this first chunk out so you can yell at me and I can stopName: Saerica WeissSpecies: HumanAge: 16Appearance: Saerica has dishevelled black hair just long enough to meet her bright amber eyes. She wears slightly loose black pants, a white shirt, and a fairly plain black jacket. She carries a black umbrella with her, which she usually prefers to keep her supplies in, rather than use it for weather. She is 5'4", and has pale skin.Weapons: Black Parasol. White Tome, Xejoamo.Physical Abilities: While she is susceptible to illness she is fairly flexible and agile when well. She has an evasive and defensive combat style. While not very strong, she is dextrous, and has a wide range of wrist motion without losing grip.Magic Powers: Plenty of innate energy, but she cannot expend it within her own means. She knows her grandfather's book would be one that helps her utilise magic... if she could get it open. Hopefully she'll be the one holding it when it does get opened.- Xejoamo:
Xejoamo, the tome of creation, allows it's wielder to create physical entities of varied sizes, at the cost of consciousness. One would pass out should they create a number of objects whose size is greater than half her own. These entities, while potentially sentient and existing on the physical plane, behave similar to puppets when magicks occur where life is considered. The limits of this power are these entities can only exist in greyscale, and only within roughly 10 meters. Passing the distance mark will cause the entities to disolve into paper and ink, the "consciousness" cost will be quickly refunded in this process, which can also be forced at any given time. While entities greater than the wielder's size can be created, and the "maximum" limit is significantly large, they will prove difficult to control, and potentially be a hazard. There are minimal bounds as to who can wield and utilise Xejoamo, but the book can only be used while opened, and only by persons with at least some innate form of mystic energy to activate it's runes.
Personality: Social, enthusiastic, unpredictable, spontaneous. Lives for the present. Chaotic good, firmly believes the interests and needs of people are more important than rules. Is frequently unwell, at which times she may become more reclusive. Mind tends to wander in dangerous directions, combined with thinking aloud tends to get her into trouble. Has nearly unnatural levels of fear of water-more specifically drowning, and heights-more specifically falling. Has interests in things many others find unusual, as well as the aquatic life and flying creatures that ignore her fears. One of her favourite interests are Keese. Protective of her book. Touch it. Seriously. I dare you. She will fuck you up.Family: She knows her birth parents are separated from each other, as well as where her father is, but she's not particularly attached to either of them. She was closest to her grandfather (father's father), who eventually deceased.- Backstory:
When Saerica was younger her parents split up, she remembers it vaguely, she hasn't seen her mother since. She didn't spend as much time with her father compared to his father, he was a magician. Kind of. He was considered fearsome during his youth, keeping 4 different books which-combined-allowed him extremely heavy control over his surroundings. He felt he was growing old, his only child unable to adopt his abilities, and so he decided to separate his books. Even if somebody could find and open any of them, they were relatively weaker on their own compared to being together. He hadn't a clue at the time his son's child would be a calatyst for magic even he could respect.
Saerica's grandfather's books allowed control over what he considered the four advanced elements. Many have heard of the classical elements, fire, earth, air, water. Many have even heard of the ties between them, dryness, coldness, wetness, heat... The advanced elements are very different. The advanced elements are a concept of what four things make up and can be impacted in the world, and in fact, rarely tied in with the classical elements. The advanced elements-in her grandfather's eyes-were emotion, balance, mercy, and creativity. Saerica was confused by this too, but her grandfather's memory wasn't the best, there weren't too many details she thought she could get from him.
Saerica's grandfather's advanced elements of magic tied together more than they worked alone, much like they work in people. Emotion was considered by many the least effective, however, it reacted explosively combined with the other elements, while keeping the weilder's sanity in check. Balance was the stronger of the twin defensive tomes, always on even ground with the weilder's opponent, until otherwise was required. Mercy was the weaker of the twin offensive tomes, though it was easier to maintain, creating and manipulating items and surroundings for one's darker needs. Then came creativity, the most powerful of these elements, allowing heavier control combined with any of them, as well as nearly any physical need on it's own, both within the scope of only the weilder's mind. These concepts were difficult to tell apart for Saerica, her grandfather couldn't explain, only assure her that she would understand better if she had one of them for herself. She sat in his house hours at a time, playing with trick boxes, wishing for a long time she could have one for herself to understand more of her hero's art.
When Saerica was in her teens her grandfather asked for her to visit again, her and her father. Her father rarely interacted with him, choosing a quieter life. Saerica told herself it was probably because he wasn't convinced of his father's past, the majority of it happened before he had been born. The old wizard had been sick for weeks, nobody understood the cause or had a means to fix it, Saerica knew what was coming, but it didn't help back the tears. He was dying soon, he didn't have much to say, he knew his son didn't take his work as seriously as they did, the wizard simply gave Saerica a note on paper, telling her she would need it. She was slow to back away, knowing it was likely she would never see him again, but he insisted he wanted to be alone in his last day. What many felt was odd was that he disappeared, without a trace, his bed left as though he were still in it. Saerica always told herself it was his final trick.
Saerica took a week to recover from the incident, a large part of her felt she needed longer, but she couldn't forget about the note. She felt as though it were something she had to do for him, his dying wish, but then she couldn't find it. As drama would dictate thunder struck off in the distance as she checked her chest, empty. There were few explanations, there was only one other person that lived with her, she was furious and prepared to demand for answers. At first her father tried to convince her she had lost it, but she knew better, she continued to press him until he gave in, she was scared for the worst, him to have taken her last connection. He sighed, he explained that he had read it over already, and he didn't want to lose her. He promised her that he would give her the note in a year, when she was 16, when he felt she was old enough to read it. She didn't buy it. She felt betrayed. Saerica cut her father off in a sentence tackling him, catching him off guard and taking him to the ground. She grabbed the note as it fell from where his hand used to be, an umbrella for the weather she had heard the entire afternoon, and finally, ran out the door, ignoring the pleas to see reason of who she considered the mad one.
The note was fairly short, consisting of fairly simple instructions, even if vague. Saerica ventured out looking for patterns appearing in the wilds, as her note instructed, in order, she felt sad reading it over, reading the words harshly scrawled onto the page, the writing of a dying man. After many months of journey she had found her goal, a circle of strange grass in the woods, coloured as though it were fall, different from the surroundings. The last of her instructions were like the rest, simple, yet vague. "You'll figure out. Protection. Connection." She took a long sharp stick poking it down into the ground where the circle existed, it hit something fairly quickly, she dug up a box within moments of knowing it was there. She lifted the box out of the ground, proud of herself to have finally found it, but when she opened it up it was empty. She smiled a bit, she knew him too well, he had plenty just like this, maybe even still in his house. She rolled the small chest onto it's side, grabbing the magnetic iron holding a wooden plate to the rest of the box, pulling them apart to reveal the not so hidden compartment. She saw a book. She cried, realising she finally got what she wanted when she was younger.
Saerica looked the book over, she was fascinated by it's appearance alone. The cover was made up of what appeared to be leaves fastened together somehow, with silver decorating the corners of the book. And the fore edge of the book. Crap. She stared at the unusual lock, no keyhole, just a strange marking in silver metal, glowing blue and flinching at her touch. Saerica tried to pry it open, but she couldn't, she wasn't sure what to make of it and sat there for a long time thinking it over. The words glared on the note. Protection. Her grandfather wanted her to take care of it, it wasn't a priveledge, it was a responsibility. She smiled, it made her happy to know he trusted her with this. She stared at the last word. Connection. She wasn't entirely sure what it meant. The first thought was perhaps the obvious one, connecting the other books together, or perhaps just connecting the one she had with it's key. This confused her, she thought it was his desire to keep them apart. Perhaps he felt his art was needed again, and it frightened her to think of what for.
Once Saerica reached town again she bought some last supplies with the rest of her money she had earned along the way, working simpler jobs that wouldn't take her too far off course. She tucked her book along with her food and her notebook inside the extra cloth bag she kept in her parasol, she wanted it with her wherever she went. Not without taking her down, anyway. She sat in town for a moment, her note had ended, she wasn't sure where to go. Saerica laughed to herself, deciding the answer was the same as the ones before. She got up. "Simple but vague." She went forwards.
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