Din
Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 4:05 pm
Name: Din
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Class: Hexer
Guild: None
Weapon: A broken rod
Physical description: Fire. The first sight always makes the strongest impression, and with her its fire. From her tattered and worn red cloak to her haunting eyes and hair. Though young, her aura lacks the innocence that most children have at her age. In replace you have a child with the demeanor of someone who saw too much in a war. She constantly looks forward, even if it means through you, and with those fiery eyes it burns even the hearts of the great Protectors. Atop her head is short brown hair that dances wildly when her magic is used. Din carries a pendent around her right wrist that she's uncannily protective of.
Mental description: Just like the sound of an ocarina in a forest, people are mysteriously drawn to her. Din always looks forward, never behind or around. Even if there's nothing to see, she's always staring into the distance, as though she can see what others can't. She, like many hexers before her, have a past that most wouldn't fancy to hear. Because of that past she is the hexer she is now. She glides with the silence of a Survivalist, never one to truly engage in a conversation. Inevitable pain will saturate her eyes, but she keeps strong and willing.
History: "How is this possible?! The age limit for the labyrinth is suppose to be at least sixteen! Quick, get her to a medic!" She only has dark imagines of that night left in her mind. When she thinks about it, and how young she is now, she wonders just how old she was when she entered the labyrinth. She knew it had to be a small number, and she swears that the only past she has is in the forest. When she was pulled from the blood and treated for wounds, Din woke the next morning different. She felt magic coursing through her, a dark magic.
Fellow hexer's aided her to learn how to bring pain to the monsters from the inside out. Curses that caused suicidal thoughts, inducing pain, and crippling limps with simple incantations. It wasn't enjoyable; learning those arts never is. When she emerged a competent hexer at only fourteen a few heads were scratched. A girl that obtained the power mysteriously, and claimed to have lived in the forest, yet she was so talented at such an age.
The forest pulls her in, but she cannot go without a guild.
+2 Curses
+1 Frailty
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Class: Hexer
Guild: None
Weapon: A broken rod
Physical description: Fire. The first sight always makes the strongest impression, and with her its fire. From her tattered and worn red cloak to her haunting eyes and hair. Though young, her aura lacks the innocence that most children have at her age. In replace you have a child with the demeanor of someone who saw too much in a war. She constantly looks forward, even if it means through you, and with those fiery eyes it burns even the hearts of the great Protectors. Atop her head is short brown hair that dances wildly when her magic is used. Din carries a pendent around her right wrist that she's uncannily protective of.
Mental description: Just like the sound of an ocarina in a forest, people are mysteriously drawn to her. Din always looks forward, never behind or around. Even if there's nothing to see, she's always staring into the distance, as though she can see what others can't. She, like many hexers before her, have a past that most wouldn't fancy to hear. Because of that past she is the hexer she is now. She glides with the silence of a Survivalist, never one to truly engage in a conversation. Inevitable pain will saturate her eyes, but she keeps strong and willing.
History: "How is this possible?! The age limit for the labyrinth is suppose to be at least sixteen! Quick, get her to a medic!" She only has dark imagines of that night left in her mind. When she thinks about it, and how young she is now, she wonders just how old she was when she entered the labyrinth. She knew it had to be a small number, and she swears that the only past she has is in the forest. When she was pulled from the blood and treated for wounds, Din woke the next morning different. She felt magic coursing through her, a dark magic.
Fellow hexer's aided her to learn how to bring pain to the monsters from the inside out. Curses that caused suicidal thoughts, inducing pain, and crippling limps with simple incantations. It wasn't enjoyable; learning those arts never is. When she emerged a competent hexer at only fourteen a few heads were scratched. A girl that obtained the power mysteriously, and claimed to have lived in the forest, yet she was so talented at such an age.
The forest pulls her in, but she cannot go without a guild.
+2 Curses
+1 Frailty