Circe, She Who Wields Fire
Nov 2, 2017 1:52:25 GMT -5
edited on Nov 2, 2017 13:31:52 GMT -5 by Circe
Post by Circe on Nov 2, 2017 1:52:25 GMT -5
Circe, she who wields fire, the zora witch
I am fire, attended to by fear, and feeding on sorrow
PERSONALITY
Circe is known to be cruel, ruthless, vicious, and merciless. Willing to cut down any who stand in the way of whatever goal she wishes to achieve. Cruelty is what she was taught as a child at the insults she endured every day since her birth; and now she has adopted it. Made it her own, a weapon to wield. Her ruthless nature drawn forth from the intensive training she put herself through to master her skills, defeat and mistakes were out of the question for Circe. Both vicious in action and wit, she can tear someone apart with her tongue and words as easily as she could with fire or steel. And if someone were to plead, she would see it as the ultimate weakness, despite her own fears of death Circe knows she will not go out begging as dogs do. And as such is merciless when it comes to dealing death. Whether it be quick or slow and torturous.
However, Circe can be surprisingly charming, she is charismatic and resourceful and very cunning. Her beauty is as much a gift from the gods and goddesses as it is a weapon. Crafted and tuned to prey, she uses her beauty to get what she needs from the world. And by traveling and reading, Circe has amassed herself her own personal library of knowledge about the world and how it works and knows how to make it work for herself. While she dislikes it, she is quite capable of communicating with people, though she speaks quite differently than most, normal inflections of emotion are faked or gone entirely; and some words are archaic or spoken differently.
Though Circe is capable of extremely thorough planning, of getting everything she needs to survive and more. She is known to be impulsive, often doing things the moment something irks her or changing course in her travels on a whim. She's chalked up entire leagues of travel to the wind shifting and her curiosity to follow it.
Despite her cold, uncaring nature, Circe has a rich dark sense of humor. Often laughing at morbid jokes or cruel things said to others. She enjoys similar senses of humor. She is quite witty, and enjoys making even slight comments at other's expenses. When speaking to others, when an insult is thrown in public, Circe possesses the head space to not kill them on the spot, and will instead verbally tear someone to shreds. And find a surprising amount of pleasure in it. Being in cities has developed a snarky personality in the Witch, one she uses instead of violence when necessary.
And though she has made herself incapable of genuine emotion for other beings, sparks of emotion have been known to make an appearance for certain occasions. Circe will come to the aid of any woman in trouble, especially those in trouble from a man. Though the men end up dead and women traumatized more often than not, she feels as though a service was done. And the women should be thankful.
Studying the world alone, taught Circe to study the people when alone. Arguably her most useful talent when it comes to interacting with the world, Circe has honed her knowledge on the races to know how to read people and a situation. She finds she is quite good at telling lies from truth and finding people's fears. And she has never been shy to use them against those she wants something from.
And despite the words having been hurled at her in insult from childhood. Circe has picked her titles accordingly. She is a Witch. The titles people give her only serve to bolster her now, because Circe is aware that people insult what they do not know and fear, and by making their fears known, she knows they are weak and deserve the death she'll give.
However, Circe can be surprisingly charming, she is charismatic and resourceful and very cunning. Her beauty is as much a gift from the gods and goddesses as it is a weapon. Crafted and tuned to prey, she uses her beauty to get what she needs from the world. And by traveling and reading, Circe has amassed herself her own personal library of knowledge about the world and how it works and knows how to make it work for herself. While she dislikes it, she is quite capable of communicating with people, though she speaks quite differently than most, normal inflections of emotion are faked or gone entirely; and some words are archaic or spoken differently.
Though Circe is capable of extremely thorough planning, of getting everything she needs to survive and more. She is known to be impulsive, often doing things the moment something irks her or changing course in her travels on a whim. She's chalked up entire leagues of travel to the wind shifting and her curiosity to follow it.
Despite her cold, uncaring nature, Circe has a rich dark sense of humor. Often laughing at morbid jokes or cruel things said to others. She enjoys similar senses of humor. She is quite witty, and enjoys making even slight comments at other's expenses. When speaking to others, when an insult is thrown in public, Circe possesses the head space to not kill them on the spot, and will instead verbally tear someone to shreds. And find a surprising amount of pleasure in it. Being in cities has developed a snarky personality in the Witch, one she uses instead of violence when necessary.
And though she has made herself incapable of genuine emotion for other beings, sparks of emotion have been known to make an appearance for certain occasions. Circe will come to the aid of any woman in trouble, especially those in trouble from a man. Though the men end up dead and women traumatized more often than not, she feels as though a service was done. And the women should be thankful.
Studying the world alone, taught Circe to study the people when alone. Arguably her most useful talent when it comes to interacting with the world, Circe has honed her knowledge on the races to know how to read people and a situation. She finds she is quite good at telling lies from truth and finding people's fears. And she has never been shy to use them against those she wants something from.
And despite the words having been hurled at her in insult from childhood. Circe has picked her titles accordingly. She is a Witch. The titles people give her only serve to bolster her now, because Circe is aware that people insult what they do not know and fear, and by making their fears known, she knows they are weak and deserve the death she'll give.
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HISTORY
"That child is dangerous..."
"...no place in Zora Seas..."
"Her kind do not belong here."
"Witch...Demon...Creature."
Born to a family of Zora in Zora Seas, Labrynna, Circe was the third child of a relatively well-off family, ancient retainers of the Royal Family. And for all that it mattered, she was rather Zora-like, her milky white skin and silver hair fitting in perfectly among her kind. Except for her eyes. Gold. As deep and flickering as the ancient sun and stars. From birth, even the love of her Mother, Aleto, could not help her. Midwifes and family friends said her eyes were that of a darkness, seeing too much at too young an age. It bred fear into the Zora.
"...no place in Zora Seas..."
As a child, Circe was kept close to her home, taught the ways of life not by mentors like many other Zora children, but by her Mother. And while Circe learned all that she needed to know to live a good lifestyle, even young she knew she was different. Children rarely played with her, her own older siblings kept only the barest of warmth in their eyes around her, and her own Father paid as little mind to her as he could. And when she was six, her devastating secret came out.
Fire. A talent never thought to have existed, had been bred into her. Circe was still a child, when a tantrum started by her inability to go outside to play set a piece of furniture in the main room of her home alight. Bright gold and orange flames flickering higher and higher as the girl and her mother screamed. And when the news got out, it was official. Circe would never belong in the Zora. And despite the fire that she'd been born with, she became as cold as hoarfrost.
"A woman like her stands against who we are."Fire. A talent never thought to have existed, had been bred into her. Circe was still a child, when a tantrum started by her inability to go outside to play set a piece of furniture in the main room of her home alight. Bright gold and orange flames flickering higher and higher as the girl and her mother screamed. And when the news got out, it was official. Circe would never belong in the Zora. And despite the fire that she'd been born with, she became as cold as hoarfrost.
By her adolescence, there was not one Zora in the entire kingdom who did not know of the strange girl. "She Who Wields Fire" she was called, and the words were a cloak she wrapped herself inside. Burrowing deeper into it, mastering it. These Zora were weak minded and fearful, and it would only serve to grow Circe's cold nature.
While not outright hostile, Circe met her life with cold indifference and alone. Her own siblings had little to do with her unless commanded by their Mother. And her Father had even less, going so far as to travel far and wide for the Zora Family in an effort to avoid the daughter he had created. Only Circe's mother held any compassion for her youngest daughter, often speaking to her in an attempt to coax the young girl back to compassion and to not mind what others thought of her. But Circe did mind, because when she knew what people thought of her, she knew that they were just chattel. Fearful and useless creatures that did not understand power.
While not outright hostile, Circe met her life with cold indifference and alone. Her own siblings had little to do with her unless commanded by their Mother. And her Father had even less, going so far as to travel far and wide for the Zora Family in an effort to avoid the daughter he had created. Only Circe's mother held any compassion for her youngest daughter, often speaking to her in an attempt to coax the young girl back to compassion and to not mind what others thought of her. But Circe did mind, because when she knew what people thought of her, she knew that they were just chattel. Fearful and useless creatures that did not understand power.
"Her kind do not belong here."
At sixteen, Circe's mother died. The only woman who Circe could find herself to care for, and the only person in the world who cared for her, was gone. And it didn't matter what divine beings the world held, Circe cursed them all and locked down her emotions. All feelings gone with her mother, in some afterworld rotting away like they should.
And in this time, Circe learned to master her power, and by the time she was eighteen, the fire she wielded became electricity. Something every Zora should fear without hesitation. But Circe found herself drawn to the raw power in her veins, in the iron she felt in her bones and will that taught her to know better than to be ruled by fear. It was then, that she had decided that if the Zora of Labrynna wanted to be ruled by fear, she would be the thing they truly feared above all.
"Witch...Demon...Creature."
Immediately following the death of her mother and discovery of her growth in power, the Zora exiled her mercilessly. Casting the eighteen year old out of their home and into the world alone. Every insult and threat hurled her way as she left the Zora Seas and began to travel through Labrynna and the rest of the Isle.
The actions of the Zora have implanted an idea into Circe's very core. Vengeance on those that fear her, and cast her out without cause. She devised a plan along her travels, obtain as much power as she could, amass it without mercy and stop any in her way, and come back to those seas, and teach the Zora there, and perhaps the entire race, what fear truly means.
APPEARANCE
Circe is very much the epitome of cruel beauty, with the long legs and lithe moving form that is toned from living a nomadic lifestyle and fending for herself. She has a beautiful face with sharp cheekbones and a proud nose, slightly upturned and cat-like golden eyes, a delicate cupid's bow lips of richest red that look made for cruel smiles. Her long white hair is silvery and falls down to her waist, and is often braided back for convenience.
She typically wears clothes meant for traveling; loose pants, tunics belted tight, an thicker jacket or cloak with fur, supple leather boots, gloves. Though, when she finds herself in a city and access to baths and good clothes, she will regularly wear finer clothing; sometimes skirts and dresses with silk. Usually darker reds and black, and never very modest in design.
She typically wears clothes meant for traveling; loose pants, tunics belted tight, an thicker jacket or cloak with fur, supple leather boots, gloves. Though, when she finds herself in a city and access to baths and good clothes, she will regularly wear finer clothing; sometimes skirts and dresses with silk. Usually darker reds and black, and never very modest in design.
INVENTORY
MAGIC
+ Gills and Fins: Zora are able to breathe underwater without the help of blue dye or a breathing apparatus.
+ Swim Champions: All Zora swim at ease underwater. They are fast, able to fit in narrow spaces, and can outmatch any other race in the water at ease.
- Weak to Electricity: Zora are not very strong against electricity - especially since it spreads like wildfire in water. It can be fatal if exposed to enough, and they will take much more damage than other races.
MAGIC TYPE: Fire
NAME: Firebolt/Fireblast
RANK: Common
CLASS: Offensive
DURATION/COOLDOWN: One post, it is a near instant cast and attack that requires 2 posts before it can be used again. Should she take more time to summon the attack, the blast is bigger, still one post of use, but 3 posts to cooldown.
DESCRIPTION: Her most basic ability, Circe can send a blast of fire directed at a target or multiple close targets. The bolt is a simple bolt the same length of an arrow with the head of it being slightly larger than a man's fist and tapering in. The bolt can only hit one target directly. The fireblast, however is a bit bigger, more concentration put into her magic, Circe sends a blast in a spherical/meteor-like shape at about five feet in diameter. This blast can hit up to three targets if they are close enough together.
MAGIC TYPE: Electric
NAME: Arc of LightningRANK: Common
CLASS: Offensive
DURATION/COOLDOWN: The immediate action of the spell is one post, while it's lasting effects last one more post. It takes three posts to cooldown.
DESCRIPTION: The harsher, sometimes more terrifying display of magic, is an arc of lightning that reaches around Circe in a six foot diameter about three feet out from where she stands. The lightning will arc out and hit her intended target with the intention of frying them to the nerves. Once struck, it can stun anyone who remains alive after the initial blast for a short period of time.
TRAITS
Upon creation, characters will be given a certain amount of points to place into crucial fields in the form of labeling terms: Novice (1), Apprentice (2), Journeyman (3), Adept (4), Master (5). Characters will also be given 4 blanks fields where they may place traits that are more oriented to their specific character.
Characters will be given the opportunity to reach a specific rank and upgrade their skill list as well as receive a new skill field.
If you include a history, it will be possible to earn more points upon approval by staff.
You have a total of 38 points to spend across these traits. PLEASE USE THE WORD TERMS. NOT THE POINT NUMBER. (i.e. use the term 'novice' instead of '1').
Diplomacy: Apprentice
Social Etiquette: Journeyman
Intimidation: Master
Persuasion: Master
Tactics/Leadership: Novice
History/Religion: Apprentice
Geography: Adept
Arcana: Master
Weapon Proficiency: Apprentice
Hand to Hand: Adept
Endurance: Journeyman
Stealth: Apprentice
Acrobatics: Apprentice
Horse Riding: Apprentice
Hunting: Journeyman
Singing: Master
PLAYER ALIAS: Ash (Jade's Favorite)
FACE CLAIM: Manon Blackbeak -- Throne of Glass
REFERENCE: Jade x2
ALTS: Vaida †
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