Helkor's Lockstone

[Ire]

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[Lirael]

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  Name: Emalyne Livingstone
  
  
  
  Age: Nineteen
  
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: Emalyne is petite for a human, barely topping at 5'1. She is slim as well, making her seem rather like a child instead of fully grown. With a red-gold mass of curls, she stands out like a fiery beacon in the dismal eastern sector of the city. Her eyes seem to reflect the sea that borders Silverdeep and change just as frequently. Ranging from a stormy gray to a calm azure and everything in between, they are a true testament to her current mood.
  
  
  
  Apparel: Like many of the other residents of the district, Emalyne dresses with practicality. Modesty makes it impossible for her to be in anything but a dress, but she has been known to hide in men's clothes before as well. Her only jewelry is a simple necklace that she will usually hide under her clothes; a girl couldn't be too careful here, after all.
  
  
  
  Weapons: She doesn't have access to a lot of weapons, but she does have a small dagger she keeps tucked into the top of her boot just in case.
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  Magisterium Rank: None {see Personal History}
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Pyra
  
  
  
  Spells: None as of yet
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor: Though unknown to her yet, she does wear a pendant that her mother gave her before she died.
  
  
  
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• Personality: Life for Emalyne hasn't been easy. That being as such, she's a strong girl who believes she's more than capable of taking care of herself. She has learned not to depend on anyone, not to go seeking out help. In her world, no one will help you. You have to help yourself. Underneath all of that bristle, though, she's a very quiet young woman who is loyal to a fault once her trust is gained.
  
  
  
  Personal History: Emalyne has lived in poverty for her entire existance, as had her parents. Her father had been killed before she was born, her mother dead before Emalyne's eighth birthday. She's a child of the streets and as such, she knows the back alleys and the city's underworld better than most. A practiced thief, she's avoided the law so far.
  
  
  What she doesn't know, however, is that she can naturally harness a strong power. The necklace she clings to so dearly is actually an anchor for the Pyra realm. If she isn't taught and trained soon, things may get out of hand very quickly.

 

[Mordecai]

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  Name:
  Gwendolen “Gwen” du Theil
  
  
  
  Age:
  25
  
  
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  
  
  Race:
  Human
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance:
  At only 1.63m and 62.6kgs, Gwen has a lot of attitude in not a lot of real estate. Pretty may be a stretch, but she is agreeable enough. Maybe if she took a few extra minutes out of her day to brush through the knotty blonde mess she calls hair, instead of leaving it in a tangle of braids all the time and don some more flattering, feminine clothing, she could pass as being pretty. Between the sandy blonde colour of her hair, her pale olive skintone, and bags under her eyes from her aversion to sleep, Gwen often has a washed-out, tired look to her, though her eyes, arguably one of her better features, are the most lovely shade of eggshell blue. She's thin, but well put-together with a certain strength in her physique. Her hands and forearms, often singed from working with her blacksmithing forge and the dirt caked underneath her fingernails shows she knows hard-work.
  
  
  
  Apparel:
  Her choice of attire compliments were choice of work: tunics made from leather, linen, and chain-link, coarse linen breeches, and well-loved leather lace boots, all in variety of Earth tones. She is also known for wearing her full grain leather blacksmithing apron from time to time, though it really doesn't do her figure any favours. Even with the boyish attitude and style of dress, there is something incredibly feminine about her-- perhaps in the gentle sloping of her face, her high cheek bones, or the way she occasionally wears a few pieces of jewellery like its some kind of secret.
  
  
  
  Weapons:
  Her primary weapon is an Arming Sword.
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  Magisterium Rank:
  Sorcerer
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic:
  Pyro
  
  
  
  Spells:
  Above competent fluency in Level 1 and Level 2, below average competency in Level 3.
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor:
  The Dragon's Breath ring forged of brushed silver, worn on her right ring finger.
  
  
  
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  Personality:
  Gwendolen has a knack for two things: tinkering and getting herself out of sticky situations. Born a girl to a father who wanted nothing more than a son, Gwen always had her heads up in the clouds and a lackadaisical, unfeminine nature. She is the type who absolutely loves to say “I told you so!” and will never pass up a chance to prove someone wrong. She’s a headstrong, diplomatic type who prefers to talk things out rather than resorting to physical violence, though she is not above combat. She’s prideful to a fault, though her immense sense of self-esteem has driven her to constantly push her abilities in blacksmithing and magic. She rarely bothers meddling in the affairs of others unless its an opportunity to prove someone wrong or gain a profit, and prefers to keep out of things that do not concern her. While sarcastic, she is also quite serious, always ready for whatever situation may crop up, within logical limits. She cannot stand idiots, daredevils, or self-proclaimed “badasses.” As can be expected, her bedside manner is not one for emotional, meek, or otherwise sensitive folk, but she will happily work for those who are willing to take her attitude and give some back. She can be a bit stubborn and set in her ways at times, but makes a great friend to those she trusts. Overall, Gwen tends to be mildly selfish, but rarely gets wrapped up in the “big picture.”
  
  
  
  Personal History:
  Gwendolen was born in early Spring in the far Eastern corner of Shallomhand as the youngest of four and, subsequently, the only of the du Theil children to survive into adulthood. By the time she was born to Mary and Thaddeus du Theil, her two eldest siblings had already perished—victims to disease in their infancy. This left the two youngest children: Wallace, a three-year-old boy, and Gwendolen, the newborn. Unfortunately, the family of four was quickly dwindled to three only two weeks after Gwendolen’s birth following an unfortunate carriage accident that left Wallace severely paralysed and later deceased.
  
  
  Working full-time to put food on the table, Gwen's parents sent her off, at the young age of ten, to study magic at the Magisterium to keep her busy. She quickly fell in love with the magic and was an eager, talented student when she put her mind to learning. Only a few days after starting her apprenticeship in the Magisterium, a pyra Magister hand crafted her Dragon's Breath Anchor as he was amused by her silly antics and willingness to practice at any opportunity. She'd study during the day, and spend her evenings and afternoons in her father's metal working shoppe, learning the family trade. Gwen’s life changed as she got older, as lives often do. By fifteen, the Utopian childhood she had once known was beginning to fall apart under the first glimpses of adulthood, following news of her mother's ailing health and the family struggles to make ends meet. Determined and undeterred, Gwen started her metalsmithing business in a small shoppe with a single billow, two hammers, and a cracked anvil. The shoppe opened, officially, on her eighteenth birthday. She continued to study magic in the evenings, proving to be a talented (if not a little cocky) Pyra mage.
  
  
  

 

[hosaki]

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  Name: Galen Rymesria
  
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: Galen has sweeping dark hair and piercing green eyes. He is a little shorter than average for most human males, being a little above 5'9''. Galen also has a lean, wiry build and a light tan from his days spent running around the streets of Silverdeep.
  
  
  
  Apparel: Galen usually wears a simple dark tunic with loose fitting trousers, a belt, and leather boots. He finds this clothing to be more comfortable for everyday wear than the fancier attire adorned by those in his own social class, not to mention that any silk or velvet cloth is likely to be ruined by him within days.
  
  
  
  Weapons: He carries a simple dirk tucked into his belt for defensive purposes.
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  Magisterium Rank: Sorcerer
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Boan
  
  
  
  Spells: Galen is only skilled enough to perform level 1 spells with proficiency. He can give a paralyzing electric shock with physical contact, but cannot throw lightning projectiles with any semblance of accuracy. His magical abilities, or lack thereof, are a sore topic for him and he hopes to improve enough to at least execute level 3 spells.
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor: His magical anchor is a silver ring set with a small blue sapphire that he wears on his right pinky finger. It was given to him by his father as a gift upon his entry into the Magisterium.
  
  
  
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• Personality: Galen is mischievous, immature, and irresponsible. He values his freedom and doesn't have much respect for rules or authority. However, due to his childhood trauma of being locked away, he tries not to make too much trouble—or at least not any trouble that his father can get wind of. However, in the end of the day, he still tries to do the right thing and tries to help others. He is also rather cocky and headstrong, despite not having much to back up his arrogance. While one might assume him to be a flighty individual, Galen is surprisingly dedicated to the things that he is interested in.
  
  
  
  Personal History: Galen is the youngest son of a wealthy merchant and as such, has no stake on the family business or on the inheritance. His mother died in a brief epidemic that swept through Silverdeep when he was five, leaving his father to take care of him and his older brother, Vincent. His father was frequently absent due to his work, so Galen and his brother spent most of their time with the hired help and their tutor. A heavy emphasis was placed on his brother's education, especially in areas of finance and trade, in order to prepare him to succeed the family business. While Vincent slaved away over his studies, Galen spent his free time wandering the Galley, taking in the sights and causing mischief for the shopkeepers. He also frequently started up fights with the other local children and was deemed by the community to be a nuisance. It wasn't until his father locked him up in his room for a few months that he finally stopped his trouble-making ways.
  
  
  When he turned 18, his father began pressuring him about his future plans as an adult. The two got into an argument; Galen dreamed of traveling the world but his father wished for him to stay in Silverdeep to help Vincent manage the business. In an attempt to placate his father, Galen finally told him that he wanted to learn magic, with sorcery being one of the more respectable occupations in Shallomhand. Originally, he had no interest in magic whatsoever and only put up a front to stave off his nagging father, but eventually grew to love it.

 

[WitworthGold]

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  Name: Roana Silverleaf
  
  
  
  Age: 21
  
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
  Race: Half-Elf
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: Roana's is a hybrid beauty. She owes many of her unique features such as her height, piercing eyes, lustrous hair, and refined bone structure to her elven father while her coloration and gentle curves come from her human mother. At five feet and nine inches Roana towers above human women and stands almost eye to eye with most men making her icy blue stare all the more intimidating.
  
  
  
  Apparel: Roana favors elven clothes over human garb, prefering their durable yet still comfortable tunics, robes, leggings, boots, and cloaks. Often in forest greens, browns, and light pastels; the latter in her more leisurely dress. She also possesses five piercings. Both ears sport percings on the lobe, two on the left and one on the right while both have them at the tips of her slightly pointed ears.
  
  
  
  Weapons: She wields a well crafted elven bow, carved from stained willow with a vine motif on either side of the leather wrapped grip. And in addition to it she also carries an elven hunting knife.
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  Magisterium Rank: Sorcerer
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Physis
  
  
  
  Spells: Roana is able to effortlessly incant spells of the first and second level, and shows great proficiency in spells of the third.
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor: Her anchor is a silver circlet with an ivy motif. Its gem is an emerald and is located on its single central leaf.
  
  
  
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• Personality: Having been raised primarily in the Shaden Forest, Roana can come off as a bit staid and distant, but this is merely because she has always been taught to observe and calculate without showing her intent. Beyond this however is a caring soul who's love of the woodlands and its many creatures is matched only by her love of family and those she calls friends.
  
  
  
  Personal History: Born to a human mother who was a sorceress and an elven father who was a scout, the two constants in her life were the spell and the bow, both of which she showed a natural aptitude for. Like both of her parents Roana shared an intense love for nature which made itself even more apparent in her affinity for using nature related spells. Once she came of age however, her parents bestowed upon her, her first anchor and sent her off to the Magisterium to further her studies. Its been roughly six years since she enrolled in the Magisterium and though she misses her parents and woodland home dearly, she continues on in her studies drawing ever closer to attaining the rank of Wizard, and with it a well earned sabbatical to return home to her family.

 

[Tzun]

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  Name: Adrian Ikke
  
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
  Race: Half Elf
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: Adrian stands taller than most humans at roughly six feet, but is still shorter than his Elven counterparts. He has inherited the lean build and comely features of his Elven lineage, though, his white skin color comes from the side of his father, rather than the darker skin of his mother. His eyes in particular, along with his ears are what differentiate him from his Elven bloodline. They are not almond in shape, but more akin to the human's. However, he still retains the vibrant emerald color that comes with the race. His ears are elongate and well pronounced, but are rounded at the tops.
  
  
  
  Apparel: Adrian owns a large variety of clothing, hailing from traditional customs of Silverdeep vanity and variation. However, there is a very particular set that best resembles his nature and being. It is a longer dark cloak, with wolf's fur around the neck brace, covering the metal chains that bind it around his shoulders. underneath the cloak is a light set of ring mail, interlocking about his breast to keep him safe from others, and sometimes, himself. An ebony pin is generally strapped to the breast pocket of the get up, that of a shape resembling a raven holding a grouping of sticks in its talons. Most notable of the garb is the woven knit hood of crimson that covers his head, but reveals the entirety of his face.
  
  
  
  Weapons: He carries a small athame, a black handled blade, with the outermost back side of it serrated, keeping the sharp point that it comes to in balance with the wielder.
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  Magisterium Rank: Sorcerer
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Skotos (And some Chthon being studied in secret?
  
  
  
  Spells: Consistent practice and record in tome allows Adrian to effectively use level 1 and 2 spells. While level 3 spells seem to be coming somewhat naturally to him, he is wary to go beyond his abilities. (I can add in a tome if you would like)
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor: A talisman of sterling silver, time has worn it down heavily, and the marking on the surface seem to be archaic and malign in nature. This applies to the Chthon casting. The other is an earring, also of silver, that goes about the entirety of his earlobe. Used in Skotos casting.
  
  
  
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• Personality: Adrian is very reserved and secretive until met, in which it take times for development to get into full force. It is hard to specifically describe the wide range of emotions and traits that he possesses, as Adrian can be... Manipulative. Using fake and flawed personality types to influence and sway those around him to become benefactors in his life.
  
  
  
  Personal History: There isn't much to tell. As for his child hood, it was spent like most other half elven children. He was seen as a bastard in his father's eyes, and was harbored by only his mother, who had more care for him than she did for her own life. He valued his mother more than anything as well, and the two of them seemed inseparable since birth. However, they were both quite poor, without another to work and contribute to the household, Mother Ikke could only do so many odd jobs before Adrian himself had to work in the docks as a cargo checker. He had done this job for many years, and supplied his family with what money he had to spare. It was here that his life changed.
  
  
  Adrian came across a foul looking merchant ship, from a land that he had not heard of, far across the waters that he could not fathom. They came bearing treasures, locked tightly and snugly, they were to be transported by several workers, escorted by the merchant's men, dressed in leather and carrying curved scimitars at their sides. In the seedy alleyway where the crates were delivered, throats were slit, and the dock workers thrown into the canals. Adrian ran as fast as he could when he saw what had taken place. The same men with the swords began pursuit. Adrian hid for hours when he finally got away. It was over, and he was safe. Never again did he want to return to his work.
  
  
  Never again did he.
  
  
  Upon arrival home, something was askew. Lights were dimmed, most candles had been snuffed, and a chair was on the ground, snapped at the base. A half cut onion lie on the table. He turned and looked inside of the small shared room of him and his mother. There, lying on the ground, was the same looking guard. He was still, with a look of surprise and fear eternal upon his face, a cutting knife jabbed into the side of his rib cage, between the strands of leather.
  
  
  On the opposite wall, his mother, frail looking, even for her young age, was just as still as the man on the ground, the dust in the air, and the looming scent of iron and electricity. The same smell of blood as in a butcher's shop. Her eyes closed, face expressionless. The better part of her arm had been cut in two, just in the middle of her shoulder blade.
  
  
  He did not say his goodbyes. He did not feel sadness. He felt forlorn and abandoned. Only now did he realize, that those with power, and the means to do as they please, were victorious in the world. He strives to be just as powerful as they. This is why he now resides in the Magesterium.

 

[Ebizu Veuship]

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  Name: Veuship Dagda
  
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
  Race: Half elf/Half human
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: Veuship has white skin, white hair and blue eyes. He looks older than he really is because of the hard training he had to put up with. He has a cold look in his eyes, hiding his kinder, true self. He rarely smiles but he won't hold a laugh if something is funny or nice for him. His ears are human like, not pointy and his lips are very thin. His haircut is really short and spiky. Veuship weights 72kg and measures 1,80m.
  
  
  
  Apparel: He would never wear casual clothing but in bedtime. He prefers long coats and he always wears his gloves, even when sleeping. The clothes he wears are mostly blue with details in gold, orange and white.
  
  
  
  Weapons: He has 2 weapons
  
  
  

  Mary's Pardon: A blue Katana
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  Weaver's Gloves: A pair of gloves with a silver strings that can cut or grab different objects, they doesn't look suspicious, so most people wont take notice of them being a weapon.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
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  Magisterium Rank: None yet
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Boan
  
  
  
  Spells: Veuship can perform effortlessly level 1 spells, without exhaustion level 2 spells and hardly level 3 spells.
  
  
  He has 4 spells of his own:
  
  
  - Sparky: Level 1 spell, allows Veuship to summon a little spark that may set flammable things (like paper, dry wood, oil) on fire or cause a soft burn in the foe's skin. Used to scare.
  
  
  - Lumus: Level 1 spell, Veuship creates electricity that acts like a lamp for 5 minutes, but it can be extended to 15 is casted on a metal object as his sword.
  
  
  - Escudo: Level 2 spell, Veuship summons an electricity shield around him that may block projectiles (not magic projectiles)
  
  
  -Magnetis: Level 3 spell, Veuship may summon a whip of lightning that attracts 1 big metal object (his sword) or various small ones (coins) if they are close enough.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor: Lightning’s tear: A blue pendant with a sparky yet docile light inside of it.
  
  
  
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• Personality: Veuship stays calm most of the time. He rarely smiles but is kind hearted. Hates to argue for no reason and believes that every person is equal, no matter what. He is quiet and analytical. Really smart, loves to read. Not so many things bother him but the sight of someone being bullyied.
  
  
  
  Personal History: Being the son of a human from the nobility and an elf from the high class made Veuship’s childhood an especial one. His parents loved each other, but the racism against the both families made impossible for them to be together. Therefore, they had a secret life, in a little house into the woods. The female elf got pregnant in one of those secret meetings.
  
  
  She hide her pregnancy stating that she would go on a trip to open up her mind. She lived 2 years in that cabin, with his boyfriend constantly visiting her and even bringing her presents.
  
  
  When she saw fit to return, the noble asked his most faithful assistant, a maid called Annie to take care of the child. His parents would visit him constantly, bringing gifts and treats.
  
  
  Annie took good care of Veuship, she was an excellent cook and a caring person. His parents decided to take turns to visit Veuship. They stopped seeing each other for a time until both of them married a suitable partner. Nevertheless, they never let Veuship behind, he was a living prove of their love.
  
  
  His father, a swordsman, trained Veuship exhaustively in the art of kendo. His mother was a Wizard, she thought him the path of the Boan Realm. In addition, Veuship practiced hand to hand combat. One day his father brought him a gift from a foreign land. The weaver’s gloves. They were hard to master but Veuship finally did.
  
  
  After a lifetime of training Veuship believes, is time to find his purpose in life.
  
  
  

 

[Catnip]

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  Name:Khalida Kahveci
  
  
  
  Age: Twenty-Four
  
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: Khalida is quite tall for a -human- woman; towering above her friends, family and even the guardsmen in Silverdeep at a height of six foot. This creates a rather intimating demeanor for those who know little of her, and brings shock to these same people when she tells them of her healing profession. Khalida bares not a single blemish on her face and her skin lacks the scars of war, some believe she has found a way to heal such imperfections. Long brunette strands of hair lay upon her lower-back, un-styled and delicate. Her frame is well-built and could almost be considered athletic, shaped through years of strenuous activity.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Apparel: Despite Silverdeep's heavy emphasis on fashion and the glorified lifestyle that accompanies it, Khalida prefers simple attire that she believes, "will remove distractions from her life and help her achieve divinity among the Goden." Her clothes consist of; many unembellished black robes, her Magical Anchor and a pair of earrings that bare the same color scheme.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Weapons: Inside of Khalida's left sleeve, a -sheathed- dagger is bound by a leather strap. This weapon is merely kept for reassurance when traveling through what some would consider 'the Blacktrade underground', or unfamiliar land.
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  Magisterium Rank: Wizard
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Therapeía
  
  
  
  Spells: Khalida is perfectly competent with level one, two and three spells. Though for a healer it is uncommon to have to use anything other than a touch spell.
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor: Khalida's magical anchor is a small amulet adorned with blue and red crystals, it is said to represent the gifts Pyra and Nero gave Vatra in mythology.
  
  
  
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• Personality: Khalida could -easily- be considered a workaholic, because everything she does somehow ties into it. She's very opinionated and will immediately disclose her feelings about you; yet, no matter how much hate she bares for you, she would put your life before her own. Khalida speaks many words of the Goden, claiming that each and every life "is where it is meant to be, at the time it is meant to be, doing what it is supposed be."
  
  
  
  Personal History: Seven years ago, Khalida was offered the amazing opportunity to escape poverty, and move to the Magisterium to further her knowledge of sorcery. She would be a fool to decline such an offer; yet, there was an emptiness slowly beginning to eat at her thoughts. If she were to accept such an offer, she would be forced to leave her family behind and possibly never see them again.
  
  
  Khalida’s mother begged on her knees for Khalida to take this opportunity on behalf of all the gods. “Our name will always bring you nothing but shame, go, join the Magistrate, leave behind your last name and bring only the memories.” she cried, holding her daughter's trembling grief-shaken hands.
  
  
  When the day came to choose; between her family and the Magistrate, she glanced back at her mother once more, and her choice was clear.
  
  
  Upon reaching the Magisterium, her and the many other sorcerers -in the making- were greeted by the High Magister, who personally welcomed each one of them for the Archmage, whose time was currently spent elsewhere. Khalida stood in line, her eyes occasionally meeting that of one of the Magisterium’s Elemanters. “Leave behind your last name” she recalled, now contemplating each and every option for a ‘new’ name in her head.
  
  
  “What is your name?” the High Magister, Adrasteia, asked looking down before her at the girl who still shook like a leaf in the wind.
  
  
  Khalida chose her next words more carefully, “Khalida. Khalida Kahveci.”
  
  
  And with that, she had not only left her family behind, but the emptiness as well. For Khalida Kahveci was a girl who bared no shame, and no grief for the family that no-one knew of.
  
  
  Today, Khalida is a wizard who serves as an envoy for the Magistrate. They call upon her to travel where few men and woman dare, where she will spread her healing in order to make new allies and forge long lasting alliances.

 

[Ire]

Adrasteia Vethdarai

Before long, I will not only hold dominion over the Magisterium, but Silverdeep as a whole. And then the rest of Shallomhand will fall under my reign, piece by piece.​ Adrasteia

• Physical
• Magical
• Background

• Age: 144 (appears to be around 28 years old in the human aging system)
  
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
  Race: Elf
  
  
  
  Physical Appearance: As an elven maiden, Adrasteia peaks at the height of six feet and three inches. Silver hair flows down to meet with her shoulders, and green eyes pierce through the darkness. Her cheekbones are set high upon her countenance, her nose long and the tip being pointed upward subtly. Her lips are luscious, and thin eyebrows angle downward upon her orbs of vision. She is a lithe creature, with long, delicate fingers and a sharp jawline. Many would call her beautiful, but it is a ruse to conceal that what she is—a woman of malice.
  
  
  
  Apparel: She is usually seen wearing long, baggy robes styled by the hues of black, silver, and purple. The sleeves of the robes end just at the wrist, and all of her robes are hooded.
  
  
  
  Weapons: Being one of the most powerful mages in Shallomhand, she has no need for man-made weapons. Though, she does have a small steel dagger strapped to her right shin.
• Magisterium Rank: Archmage
  
  
  
  Realm of Magic: Dire (Helkor’s Lockstone), and Neró (Adrasteia’s Ring).
  
  
  
  Spells: Can perform all level of spells.
  
  
  
  Magical Anchor(s): What used to be Helkor’s Lockstone is now in the possession of Adrasteia. Held by a silver necklace, the lockstone is adorned with a purple, blue, and orange gem set in the middle of the piece of jewelry. A hinge lies on the bottom of the silver pendant that holds the gem, but Adrasteia has not yet discovered how to open the lockstone. Adrasteia’s other anchor is her ring, which is crafted from both silver and gold, and garners a purplish-blue gem that takes on the surface of water when exposed to sunlight.
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
• Personality: No matter the persona she wears, Adrasteia is a vile creature. Her arrogance is only limited to situations where she no longer has the upper-hand. When power and dominance is placed over her, she becomes a coward, as there nothing more important than her own life. She is beyond selfish, and will let others take the place of what should have been her death. She does not sympathize or empathize with people, and if something doesn’t make sense in her mind, it shouldn’t make sense to anyone else. The whole world revolves around Adrasteia, and if you are different than her, she will not tolerate your existence.
  
  
  To better her stance in the world, Adrasteia always seeks more power. She lives to reign over the known world, and will crush anyone who attempts to halt her. Her greed for power, though, comes at a price. Her pursuit of this abstract concept leads her to perform reckless actions and allows herself to get entangled by reckless scenarios. She knows nothing of the power that Helkor’s Lockstone holds, and yet she has trusted its raw energy upon herself.
  
  
  Regarding her true emotions, she is a person who layers herself with mental shields to guard others from knowing too much about her. She finds sorrow and one’s past to be points of weakness for a person, and as such, keeps them locked away from the knowledge of others.
  
  
  
  Personal History: Adrasteia dares not tell anyone of her past, but rumors have spread about the Magisterium that, as an elf, she never originated from Shaden Forest. Many believe her to have been raised by a wealthy man in the city of Evergloom, a settlement hundreds of miles north of Silverdeep.

Magical Anchor Percentage: Helkor's Lockstone

Magical Anchor Percentage: Adrasteia's Ring