Char Name: Lenra Luno
Qualification: Witch
Age: 18
Picture: I will make one, someday. I promise. Don't make one for me.
Appearance: Lenra has got very particular hair; it fades from gold-tone to a bloody ruby-red. Usually wears a black coat with a black/white dress underneath. The coat has got metal straps in the middle and can be worn open or closed and ends in a cape-like way on the back. She always carries the cliché witches' hat and her grimoire with her. Further small details will be depending on my artistic skills later on. ^^
Personality: Usually cheerful, but thinks she's really just a coward. Having learned energy magic, she likes exploring even dangerous areas and is a trouble-magnet. If there is something she likes, she usually picks it up. Especially when not knowing what it is. Her outward cockiness sometimes gets her into trouble. Some people think she's free of worries, but her greatest fear is actually her own magic.
Abilities: Most of her magic is based around the use of "magic missiles" and pure energy. Some of her spells scatter and fly everywhere, some others are very direct. Her grimoire is one of the vastest compendia in the fields of magic - all kinds of spells are listed in it, but Lenra still spends her time trying to understand most basic types.
Spelltypes (for now ;D)
Scattered: Magic bullets headed everywhere; because they aren't as deadly as lightning bolts or direct spells, they aren't as hard to cast as those.
Direct: Laser and magic bullets in your face.
Arcane Circles: Drawn in the air, they can have physical defensive properties. There are healing spells and spells that boosts one's abilities, too - but Lenra is still trying to learn those. Her knowledge in this area is that of someone who is new to this kind of magic.
She has got a power she inherited: She has got black wings she can summon. This spell only works on a daily basis; the up-side of it costs nearly no energy to use them. The downside of magic like this, however... it can be more than destructive for the caster.
Tavern-Story:
After many sunny days, it finally started to rain. As a light drizzle managed to work itself through the magic forest's woodwork, a particular witch dressed in black and white left her shack. Lenra loved this weather, not only was it a beautiful sight, but her hat pretty much worked like an umbrella on rainy days. Lost in thought, she strode past the storage house next to her shack, which contained a great deal of what she called "odd things"; most of it was stuff she had picked up on her journeys. A greater part of it was probably quite dangerous.
Again, she had spent the last days trying to figure out spells that would change her physically. She has spent so many years trying to understand why she could just summon wings once a day, but all she found out was that it must have been her ancestry. Plus, the whole mystery of stopping one's aging... Lenra knew that her decisions weren't good ones. She feared ever growing old. She knew that in a fight, she would never falter, she would never show fear, but she couldn't stop growing older. The kind of magic that alters physical properties in a human was not taught by anyone. Since she didn't find any information in the books she collected over the course of the years, she had checked her grimoire, her most valuable possession. All it said was:
" [...] using this kind of magic can cause it's caster's humanity to disperse. Humans were never meant to cross the border between life and eternity."
She found that comment bewildering, a threat this vague she had not expected. She never heard even a single rumor, to be exact, in all her travels she never heard any stories about magic that turned against the caster at all.
***
Lenra realized she had to get her mind off things. She picked up her grimoire, put it into a safe spot under her coat and made sure her shack and her storage house were properly locked before making her way to town. Taking a break at the local tavern, meeting someone after nearly a week would do her some good. Few people ever went into the forest of magic as it was inhabited by some dangerous mystical creatures.
Only a few minutes later, as she had arrived at the edge of the forest, the rain had stopped and for the first time in a week she saw the infinite grasslands, the blue sky. For a short moment she considered using the wings-spell she inherited, and, still staring at the wide sky, she decided to use it. This kind of freedom was what she most loved. For a moment she concentrated, and there they were - black wings, grown out of her back. She flapped them once and then took off. Flying, being carried by the wind's currents was the last thing she would ever want to miss. Nothing and no-one would ever be able to take that from her. As she flew towards the village, she didn't worry about the villagers being scared, by now they had gotten used to it.
She landed at the edge of the village and enjoyed just walking along the market place and into the tavern, a smile on her face.
Entering it, she felt the tingling sensation of magic, as if she had just passed some border. As the sensation went down her spine she noticed she had never felt anything like this. She closed her eyes for a moment upon feeling this, and as she opened them she was greeted by unfamiliar faces. Faces which were surprised to see someone with wings.
A lone, definitely worried man in the back almost dropped his cane.
***
Back in the forest, the lock of Lenra's storage shack opened with a faint click, and as it's door opened a phantom shape left. The ghostly figure knew exactly where it was headed.
Qualification: Witch
Age: 18
Picture: I will make one, someday. I promise. Don't make one for me.
Appearance: Lenra has got very particular hair; it fades from gold-tone to a bloody ruby-red. Usually wears a black coat with a black/white dress underneath. The coat has got metal straps in the middle and can be worn open or closed and ends in a cape-like way on the back. She always carries the cliché witches' hat and her grimoire with her. Further small details will be depending on my artistic skills later on. ^^
Personality: Usually cheerful, but thinks she's really just a coward. Having learned energy magic, she likes exploring even dangerous areas and is a trouble-magnet. If there is something she likes, she usually picks it up. Especially when not knowing what it is. Her outward cockiness sometimes gets her into trouble. Some people think she's free of worries, but her greatest fear is actually her own magic.
Abilities: Most of her magic is based around the use of "magic missiles" and pure energy. Some of her spells scatter and fly everywhere, some others are very direct. Her grimoire is one of the vastest compendia in the fields of magic - all kinds of spells are listed in it, but Lenra still spends her time trying to understand most basic types.
Spelltypes (for now ;D)
Scattered: Magic bullets headed everywhere; because they aren't as deadly as lightning bolts or direct spells, they aren't as hard to cast as those.
Direct: Laser and magic bullets in your face.
Arcane Circles: Drawn in the air, they can have physical defensive properties. There are healing spells and spells that boosts one's abilities, too - but Lenra is still trying to learn those. Her knowledge in this area is that of someone who is new to this kind of magic.
She has got a power she inherited: She has got black wings she can summon. This spell only works on a daily basis; the up-side of it costs nearly no energy to use them. The downside of magic like this, however... it can be more than destructive for the caster.
Tavern-Story:
After many sunny days, it finally started to rain. As a light drizzle managed to work itself through the magic forest's woodwork, a particular witch dressed in black and white left her shack. Lenra loved this weather, not only was it a beautiful sight, but her hat pretty much worked like an umbrella on rainy days. Lost in thought, she strode past the storage house next to her shack, which contained a great deal of what she called "odd things"; most of it was stuff she had picked up on her journeys. A greater part of it was probably quite dangerous.
Again, she had spent the last days trying to figure out spells that would change her physically. She has spent so many years trying to understand why she could just summon wings once a day, but all she found out was that it must have been her ancestry. Plus, the whole mystery of stopping one's aging... Lenra knew that her decisions weren't good ones. She feared ever growing old. She knew that in a fight, she would never falter, she would never show fear, but she couldn't stop growing older. The kind of magic that alters physical properties in a human was not taught by anyone. Since she didn't find any information in the books she collected over the course of the years, she had checked her grimoire, her most valuable possession. All it said was:
" [...] using this kind of magic can cause it's caster's humanity to disperse. Humans were never meant to cross the border between life and eternity."
She found that comment bewildering, a threat this vague she had not expected. She never heard even a single rumor, to be exact, in all her travels she never heard any stories about magic that turned against the caster at all.
***
Lenra realized she had to get her mind off things. She picked up her grimoire, put it into a safe spot under her coat and made sure her shack and her storage house were properly locked before making her way to town. Taking a break at the local tavern, meeting someone after nearly a week would do her some good. Few people ever went into the forest of magic as it was inhabited by some dangerous mystical creatures.
Only a few minutes later, as she had arrived at the edge of the forest, the rain had stopped and for the first time in a week she saw the infinite grasslands, the blue sky. For a short moment she considered using the wings-spell she inherited, and, still staring at the wide sky, she decided to use it. This kind of freedom was what she most loved. For a moment she concentrated, and there they were - black wings, grown out of her back. She flapped them once and then took off. Flying, being carried by the wind's currents was the last thing she would ever want to miss. Nothing and no-one would ever be able to take that from her. As she flew towards the village, she didn't worry about the villagers being scared, by now they had gotten used to it.
She landed at the edge of the village and enjoyed just walking along the market place and into the tavern, a smile on her face.
Entering it, she felt the tingling sensation of magic, as if she had just passed some border. As the sensation went down her spine she noticed she had never felt anything like this. She closed her eyes for a moment upon feeling this, and as she opened them she was greeted by unfamiliar faces. Faces which were surprised to see someone with wings.
A lone, definitely worried man in the back almost dropped his cane.
***
Back in the forest, the lock of Lenra's storage shack opened with a faint click, and as it's door opened a phantom shape left. The ghostly figure knew exactly where it was headed.