Post by Arcana on Jan 5, 2011 23:55:42 GMT -6
Name:
Arcana Ma'sulsa (surname literally means "the magician")
Age:
Seventeen years old EDIT: Now nineteen, after having trained in the Time Chamber.
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
116 lbs.
Gender:
Female
Race:
Sorceress (Mage)
Appearance:
Arcana has black hair that ends a quarter-way down her back, angular features that indicate Oriental heritage, and nearly-black eyes. EDIT:
Personality:
She makes good company (sense of humor intact), but she'd prefer someone she can relate to intellectually. If you're stupid, she'll treat you like a child. If you're rude, she'll scratch right back. If you're strong, she'll watch you from a distance and try to learn your techniques. Copycat? No. It's stealing from many, so it's research.
Background:
She didn't train as a mage until she turned fourteen. Late, granted, but she had no reason to learn magics up until that time. She was intellectually gifted, and she had a knack for academics that would have landed her a lucrative career. Being a normal human was good enough; great, even.
Life kicked her in the shins sometime around her thirteenth birthday, and her house caught fire. More specifically, someone set fire to the place with her parents and brother inside. They had been be-spelled to stay put - likely hypnotized - and by the time help arrived, Arcana was the only survivor. She'd passed out from the fumes in the cellar, but miraculously, the flames seemed to have been unable to lick her.
Her aunt took her in, and eventually, Arcana begged her to teach her the ways of sorcery. She'd have her revenge.
She was a remarkable talent, certainly far more adept at sorcery than her mediocre aunt had been. Fueled by both pride and revenge, Arcana tore through magical tomes and Arcanoclopaedias faster than her aunt could supply them.
She eclipsed her aunt around her fifteenth birthday, having absorbed her twenty years of knowledge in less than one. She was growing too big (purely figurative; her aunt derided her for being the runt of the family) for the little house in the woods, so she set out with the family treasure under one arm: The True Arcanomicron, the Growing Book of Magicks. She didn't need a teacher with this sacred tome in her hands; it taught her everything it needed to know - it evolved along with her power, teaching her new glyphs and magical runes. Unfortunately, it was also temperamental, and to this day, Arcana can only understand the Arcanomicron pieces at a time.
Roleplay Sample:
She wasn't an idiot - quite the opposite, actually. She had prodigious magical talent, even if she couldn't win a thumb war against a primary schooler.
So why was the blasted book refusing to teach her?
Infuriated beyond words, she flipped savagely through the pages with both hands, refusing to be denied. She had drawn the appropriate circle to summon a minor demon - a familiar to do her bidding until it used up the magical energy she would supply it via summons. Now, with the glyphs drawn as elegantly as calligraphy on the wooden floor with magical soothing incense to boot, the Arcanomicron was blanking out on her - literally.
"Why?" she demanded. "I'm only doing this because you showed me."
There was no answer, of course - tomes didn't talk. They could give plenty of attitude, though.
After a moment of silence, Arcana patted the tome's cover. "I didn't mean what I said, you know. About the Dragon Balls."
The silence didn't seem so cold anymore, unless she was imagining things.
"I'm human, remember? I say things I don't mean." She fiddled with the corner of the tome. "I won't really wish for the end of the world if I ever find them all. Besides, what are the chances that I'll even find one."
After another moment of contemplative silence, Arcana flipped open the cover. She smiled. "Show me the summoning ring - and no, I promise I won't actually summon anything as of yet. I'm too careful for that." She turned to a random page, and sure enough, the demon-summoning diagrams were illustrated in their full, complicated glory. "Idiot," she said fondly. "I'm not mad enough to wish for the end of the world."
[Not yet, darling, a slick, unearthly voice whispered. I've gotten into your head already. You can hear me, can't you?
Arcana went on chalking the cardinal points of the ward.
The voice in her head cackled. You played with spirits, sorceress, it told her. There's no escape.
"Crap." Arcana sat back to observe her handiwork. Something didn't seem right. "Oh, I switched the North and South points."
I'll swallow you up sooner or later, it continued. You can't escape me.
With that, a vision flashed before Arcana's eyes. She saw herself - but it wasn't herself, was it? The sclera of her eyes had turned the color of pitch, and her mouth was hanging wide open as if attempting to swallow everything in her path. Lightning shot out from her fingertips, fire flared from her mouth, and below her, on land, oceans flooded over and the earth split into pieces. She was laughing, rejoicing, throwing her head back in ecstasy even as the Eternal Dragon swept the sky, raining agony and death.
Then, the vision was gone as quickly as it had come. Arcana never blinked.
She'd never let that happen, and God help her, she'd get rid of the abomination that had roosted in her soul.
Other (Abilities, etc):
She can see ley lines, natural lines of power running all through the earth. They have the capacity to slightly boost magical power if utilized, although the effect varies.
Occasionally, in the heat of battle, Arcana will succumb to the influence of the parasitic spirit housed in her soul and wreak havoc on both friend and foe. Therefore, in order to prevent this, Arcana avoids battles unless they can be won with comparatively little effort.EDIT: Made way for the FA addition of Nigrum Mali. Consider this detail moot. :3
Breaking Point: Arcana has sacrificed much for the sake of others, but this forced nobility of heart doesn't come freely. If Arcana witnesses a drastic turn of events that effectively negates a great sacrifice she has made (i.e. sacrificed the lives of a few in order to save the rest, or cast one great last-ditch attack in an all out, final move), any remaining endurance will be promptly severed, and she will do anything to make the enemy pay the price.
Arcana Ma'sulsa (surname literally means "the magician")
Age:
Seventeen years old EDIT: Now nineteen, after having trained in the Time Chamber.
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
116 lbs.
Gender:
Female
Race:
Sorceress (Mage)
Appearance:
Arcana has black hair that ends a quarter-way down her back, angular features that indicate Oriental heritage, and nearly-black eyes. EDIT:
Personality:
She makes good company (sense of humor intact), but she'd prefer someone she can relate to intellectually. If you're stupid, she'll treat you like a child. If you're rude, she'll scratch right back. If you're strong, she'll watch you from a distance and try to learn your techniques. Copycat? No. It's stealing from many, so it's research.
Background:
She didn't train as a mage until she turned fourteen. Late, granted, but she had no reason to learn magics up until that time. She was intellectually gifted, and she had a knack for academics that would have landed her a lucrative career. Being a normal human was good enough; great, even.
Life kicked her in the shins sometime around her thirteenth birthday, and her house caught fire. More specifically, someone set fire to the place with her parents and brother inside. They had been be-spelled to stay put - likely hypnotized - and by the time help arrived, Arcana was the only survivor. She'd passed out from the fumes in the cellar, but miraculously, the flames seemed to have been unable to lick her.
Her aunt took her in, and eventually, Arcana begged her to teach her the ways of sorcery. She'd have her revenge.
She was a remarkable talent, certainly far more adept at sorcery than her mediocre aunt had been. Fueled by both pride and revenge, Arcana tore through magical tomes and Arcanoclopaedias faster than her aunt could supply them.
She eclipsed her aunt around her fifteenth birthday, having absorbed her twenty years of knowledge in less than one. She was growing too big (purely figurative; her aunt derided her for being the runt of the family) for the little house in the woods, so she set out with the family treasure under one arm: The True Arcanomicron, the Growing Book of Magicks. She didn't need a teacher with this sacred tome in her hands; it taught her everything it needed to know - it evolved along with her power, teaching her new glyphs and magical runes. Unfortunately, it was also temperamental, and to this day, Arcana can only understand the Arcanomicron pieces at a time.
Roleplay Sample:
She wasn't an idiot - quite the opposite, actually. She had prodigious magical talent, even if she couldn't win a thumb war against a primary schooler.
So why was the blasted book refusing to teach her?
Infuriated beyond words, she flipped savagely through the pages with both hands, refusing to be denied. She had drawn the appropriate circle to summon a minor demon - a familiar to do her bidding until it used up the magical energy she would supply it via summons. Now, with the glyphs drawn as elegantly as calligraphy on the wooden floor with magical soothing incense to boot, the Arcanomicron was blanking out on her - literally.
"Why?" she demanded. "I'm only doing this because you showed me."
There was no answer, of course - tomes didn't talk. They could give plenty of attitude, though.
After a moment of silence, Arcana patted the tome's cover. "I didn't mean what I said, you know. About the Dragon Balls."
The silence didn't seem so cold anymore, unless she was imagining things.
"I'm human, remember? I say things I don't mean." She fiddled with the corner of the tome. "I won't really wish for the end of the world if I ever find them all. Besides, what are the chances that I'll even find one."
After another moment of contemplative silence, Arcana flipped open the cover. She smiled. "Show me the summoning ring - and no, I promise I won't actually summon anything as of yet. I'm too careful for that." She turned to a random page, and sure enough, the demon-summoning diagrams were illustrated in their full, complicated glory. "Idiot," she said fondly. "I'm not mad enough to wish for the end of the world."
[Not yet, darling, a slick, unearthly voice whispered. I've gotten into your head already. You can hear me, can't you?
Arcana went on chalking the cardinal points of the ward.
The voice in her head cackled. You played with spirits, sorceress, it told her. There's no escape.
"Crap." Arcana sat back to observe her handiwork. Something didn't seem right. "Oh, I switched the North and South points."
I'll swallow you up sooner or later, it continued. You can't escape me.
With that, a vision flashed before Arcana's eyes. She saw herself - but it wasn't herself, was it? The sclera of her eyes had turned the color of pitch, and her mouth was hanging wide open as if attempting to swallow everything in her path. Lightning shot out from her fingertips, fire flared from her mouth, and below her, on land, oceans flooded over and the earth split into pieces. She was laughing, rejoicing, throwing her head back in ecstasy even as the Eternal Dragon swept the sky, raining agony and death.
Then, the vision was gone as quickly as it had come. Arcana never blinked.
She'd never let that happen, and God help her, she'd get rid of the abomination that had roosted in her soul.
Other (Abilities, etc):
She can see ley lines, natural lines of power running all through the earth. They have the capacity to slightly boost magical power if utilized, although the effect varies.
Breaking Point: Arcana has sacrificed much for the sake of others, but this forced nobility of heart doesn't come freely. If Arcana witnesses a drastic turn of events that effectively negates a great sacrifice she has made (i.e. sacrificed the lives of a few in order to save the rest, or cast one great last-ditch attack in an all out, final move), any remaining endurance will be promptly severed, and she will do anything to make the enemy pay the price.