Vague o3
Duke of the Void
Cheers! Hellow. I am new here and will update my Chars one by one. Currently, I have three in mind. (Sanarel, Mevas, Ferrin)
If you see anything that might cause confusion, could you tell me? Or if the Char is unique enough?
If you see anything that might cause confusion, could you tell me? Or if the Char is unique enough?
First Name: Sanarel
Last Name: Lilramelt
Nickname: Sana; Arel; El; S
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Tiefling
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Life Story: Sana is the fourth child of a very talented and powerful merchant. She was the only girl, though. Her mother died before she could even blink. Her three brothers, well, they treated her with hatred. Her father, too.
While they could go and enjoy themselves, Sana was forced to stay inside the house, because she was the “disgrace to her family and mother”. Over the day, she usually needed to cook for her brothers, cleaned most of the house, and did other chores. She was a simple six-years-old back then.
One day, she turned nine and had her very first bleeding. Other than her brothers, she gained her ability only then. It was something special, she thought. Because Sana could cast her “Shadowfire” ever since. She thought that this might help her to get the approval of her family. A foolish hope.
Sana trained, trained, and trained. For the unfinished chores or cooked meals, she received beating after beating— which explains the several scars.
After one year, as everyone was there, Sana castes her Shadowfire. Her father began shouting, whilst her brothers were terrified. She hadn’t known that her pitch-black flames were a symbol of the feral beast inside of her. She was dangerous.
Her father then kicked her out. She was no longer an “Enverd”. Sanarel then lived for two weeks on the street, began robbing and living like a rogue. Until one very faint day… She met an old man. His name was just another riddle and mystery. He took her in, told her that he’d known her ability.
The man owned a tiny Secondhand Shop. The facades only fooled the folk. Behind the tavern laid his small house. And this was the keep of other abandoned children with those lethal powers. They were five, back then. Two hadn’t survived due to a malady. But her two friends—
Salvador Bremmaro and Thivas Erdalli— survived.
They had trained, laughed, cried, shouted, and fought for sheer five years. The old man gave them mission from time to time, that’s how they earned money. 15-year-old Teenagers, each a different race, were now eager to start their own adventures. And so, the old man let them, told them that they were always welcomed by him.
The ways of the three split. Sanarel always preferred to continue what she was used to. So, she traveled through the forests and villages to take one or two tasks. She never settled anywhere, though. Until one day.
She was 17 back then and met this small boy. He reminded her a lot of herself and the bruises told her his misfortune. Sanarel took him with her, learned him how to read and write. He was a Desert Elf, quick-witted, and Sana 2.0. Gods, she loved him like a sister loved her brother.
But good things are never meant to last long.
“El!”
Her head rotated over her shoulder, she raised a questioning brow at the elf. The Boy sweated, panted and gasped after air. Even though Sanarel was sure that his lungs must have screamed enough.
“Roy—yal Guards!”
Instantly the Tiefling stood upon her limps, the bow drawn in a matter of a second. It tautened underneath the pressure she pushed onto it with the arrow, a low screech escaped the blackish bow.
“Get behind me,” Sanarel demanded. The nightbreak sleeked through the fog of the forest. Soon, soon the darkness would arrive and they could flee, she thought and already planned where they had to run to.
The boy obeyed, posturing his thin frame aside from her. Behind him, her fire roared. She needed to be careful, though. The last time she had eaten was two days ago— her power won’t last long without affecting her.
Then, heavy armor chirped. The Tiefling’s sharpened ears gave in to the occasional flicker and tried to detect the predators.
Sanarel switched to a steady position. Her eyes, gifted with the ability to see through the night, fixated on her surroundings. The birds had stopped their last songs, the animals, deers and wolves seemed to halt. Even the trees rejected the wind. Wind…
Her nostrils flared. Several scents of iron flooded them as the faint whistle of an arrow caught her attention.
She whirled around to it. Surrounded. They were surrounded!
Adrenalin shot through her head as she grabbed the boy’s hand and dashed over the undergrowth. He screamed— damn it. His injury! She completely forgot…
Sana squeezed her eyes. Right now, their lifes depended on how fast they were running. He would survive the pain, she told herself.
Shouts of a General hauled through the thickness of nature and soon heavy steps rattled the earth.
And they had run, ran and ran. Further, further and further. But the Royal Guard never considered halting.
Then… The boy screamed again and his hand slipped out of hers.
Sana whirled on her heels around and the world broke together. Hell raised in the forest. Her flames… burned everything and everyone in it.
Dead. He was… dead. Blood ran down from his nose and this arrow… Sana slowly approached. Each step hollowed more, numbed intensified each passing step. The world had stopped for her. The boy… he stopped breathing. The world was just not allowed to continue without him!
Sanarel felt the salty tears rolling on the light violet skin of hers. Her hand grasped the arrow that had struck his heart…
An arrow with feathers of a brown Hawking— perhaps. And the tip had a lining, ending with two shaped heads of wolves.
From those days on, she was not the same person anymore. Sanarel stopped caring, looked away from troubles that hadn’t included her. She grew distant, violent even.
Appearance:
Eye Color: white
Hair Color: black raspberry
Hair Style: mostly down
-if she fights or prepares for a fight: then in a braid
-at home or sometimes when she works in a mid-ponytail
Skin tone: light violet
Body type: thin, well built, strong thighs
Height: 5’’6 ft
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality: She is distant, pestering, rude and most of the time careless and reckless.
But there is more than that. Underneath her mask, there hides Charisma, a Heart, and an actual child sometimes.
She sticks to her morals, though. And Sana is the most honest Tiefling you could find.
Good Habit(s): She helps, even though she tries to do that without the person noticing it; she doesn’t hesitate to jump in for those who she cares for; she cooks and even plays the violin
Bad habit(s): She tends to be too honest, doesn’t think about a word she says; sometimes she thinks violence can solve it and burn down the place; she is demanding, sometimes bossy, and moody; she tends to ignore her own health sometimes
Like(s): -Raspberry tea; Literature; Adventures; she can live minimalistic, but if the chance is given she takes luxury, too
Dislike(s): -pure water; salt; large groupings of strangers; loud noises; Royals; Palaces
Hobbies: Hunting and Archery
Allergies: Strawberries
Fear(s): Water —> she can’t swim
Strength(s): lying; tricking people; she is fast and swift, quick-witted; strategy, Archery
Weakness(es): lacks in accepting changes; is not good in close up fights
Special Powers/Abilities:
•Shadowfire: Fire that erupts in shadows, it is either shaped in average flames (red) or in black flames. It depends on whatever mood she is on
—> Limits: It can be crushed by Water, or Light (if there is no shadow, she can’t cast her fire) and she needs to eat a lot or the fire will cause her damage
•Nighteye: She can simply see in the night like a feline
—> Limit: a bright light in the night can cause her mere seconds of confusion and she needs time to regenerate her sight; while days: her sight is not too good
Weapon(s): Her bow + normal dagger
Extra: If you want to win her trust, then do that through actions. Sana won’t believe any words.
If you want to piss her off, then ignore her when she actually decides to talk to you or you simply insult her appearance.
She loves midnight walks, too, and sometimes eats strawberry cake even though she is allergic to it.
Last Name: Lilramelt
Nickname: Sana; Arel; El; S
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Species: Tiefling
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Life Story: Sana is the fourth child of a very talented and powerful merchant. She was the only girl, though. Her mother died before she could even blink. Her three brothers, well, they treated her with hatred. Her father, too.
While they could go and enjoy themselves, Sana was forced to stay inside the house, because she was the “disgrace to her family and mother”. Over the day, she usually needed to cook for her brothers, cleaned most of the house, and did other chores. She was a simple six-years-old back then.
One day, she turned nine and had her very first bleeding. Other than her brothers, she gained her ability only then. It was something special, she thought. Because Sana could cast her “Shadowfire” ever since. She thought that this might help her to get the approval of her family. A foolish hope.
Sana trained, trained, and trained. For the unfinished chores or cooked meals, she received beating after beating— which explains the several scars.
After one year, as everyone was there, Sana castes her Shadowfire. Her father began shouting, whilst her brothers were terrified. She hadn’t known that her pitch-black flames were a symbol of the feral beast inside of her. She was dangerous.
Her father then kicked her out. She was no longer an “Enverd”. Sanarel then lived for two weeks on the street, began robbing and living like a rogue. Until one very faint day… She met an old man. His name was just another riddle and mystery. He took her in, told her that he’d known her ability.
The man owned a tiny Secondhand Shop. The facades only fooled the folk. Behind the tavern laid his small house. And this was the keep of other abandoned children with those lethal powers. They were five, back then. Two hadn’t survived due to a malady. But her two friends—
Salvador Bremmaro and Thivas Erdalli— survived.
They had trained, laughed, cried, shouted, and fought for sheer five years. The old man gave them mission from time to time, that’s how they earned money. 15-year-old Teenagers, each a different race, were now eager to start their own adventures. And so, the old man let them, told them that they were always welcomed by him.
The ways of the three split. Sanarel always preferred to continue what she was used to. So, she traveled through the forests and villages to take one or two tasks. She never settled anywhere, though. Until one day.
She was 17 back then and met this small boy. He reminded her a lot of herself and the bruises told her his misfortune. Sanarel took him with her, learned him how to read and write. He was a Desert Elf, quick-witted, and Sana 2.0. Gods, she loved him like a sister loved her brother.
But good things are never meant to last long.
“El!”
Her head rotated over her shoulder, she raised a questioning brow at the elf. The Boy sweated, panted and gasped after air. Even though Sanarel was sure that his lungs must have screamed enough.
“Roy—yal Guards!”
Instantly the Tiefling stood upon her limps, the bow drawn in a matter of a second. It tautened underneath the pressure she pushed onto it with the arrow, a low screech escaped the blackish bow.
“Get behind me,” Sanarel demanded. The nightbreak sleeked through the fog of the forest. Soon, soon the darkness would arrive and they could flee, she thought and already planned where they had to run to.
The boy obeyed, posturing his thin frame aside from her. Behind him, her fire roared. She needed to be careful, though. The last time she had eaten was two days ago— her power won’t last long without affecting her.
Then, heavy armor chirped. The Tiefling’s sharpened ears gave in to the occasional flicker and tried to detect the predators.
Sanarel switched to a steady position. Her eyes, gifted with the ability to see through the night, fixated on her surroundings. The birds had stopped their last songs, the animals, deers and wolves seemed to halt. Even the trees rejected the wind. Wind…
Her nostrils flared. Several scents of iron flooded them as the faint whistle of an arrow caught her attention.
She whirled around to it. Surrounded. They were surrounded!
Adrenalin shot through her head as she grabbed the boy’s hand and dashed over the undergrowth. He screamed— damn it. His injury! She completely forgot…
Sana squeezed her eyes. Right now, their lifes depended on how fast they were running. He would survive the pain, she told herself.
Shouts of a General hauled through the thickness of nature and soon heavy steps rattled the earth.
And they had run, ran and ran. Further, further and further. But the Royal Guard never considered halting.
Then… The boy screamed again and his hand slipped out of hers.
Sana whirled on her heels around and the world broke together. Hell raised in the forest. Her flames… burned everything and everyone in it.
Dead. He was… dead. Blood ran down from his nose and this arrow… Sana slowly approached. Each step hollowed more, numbed intensified each passing step. The world had stopped for her. The boy… he stopped breathing. The world was just not allowed to continue without him!
Sanarel felt the salty tears rolling on the light violet skin of hers. Her hand grasped the arrow that had struck his heart…
An arrow with feathers of a brown Hawking— perhaps. And the tip had a lining, ending with two shaped heads of wolves.
From those days on, she was not the same person anymore. Sanarel stopped caring, looked away from troubles that hadn’t included her. She grew distant, violent even.
Appearance:
Eye Color: white
Hair Color: black raspberry
Hair Style: mostly down
-if she fights or prepares for a fight: then in a braid
-at home or sometimes when she works in a mid-ponytail
Skin tone: light violet
Body type: thin, well built, strong thighs
Height: 5’’6 ft
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality: She is distant, pestering, rude and most of the time careless and reckless.
But there is more than that. Underneath her mask, there hides Charisma, a Heart, and an actual child sometimes.
She sticks to her morals, though. And Sana is the most honest Tiefling you could find.
Good Habit(s): She helps, even though she tries to do that without the person noticing it; she doesn’t hesitate to jump in for those who she cares for; she cooks and even plays the violin
Bad habit(s): She tends to be too honest, doesn’t think about a word she says; sometimes she thinks violence can solve it and burn down the place; she is demanding, sometimes bossy, and moody; she tends to ignore her own health sometimes
Like(s): -Raspberry tea; Literature; Adventures; she can live minimalistic, but if the chance is given she takes luxury, too
Dislike(s): -pure water; salt; large groupings of strangers; loud noises; Royals; Palaces
Hobbies: Hunting and Archery
Allergies: Strawberries
Fear(s): Water —> she can’t swim
Strength(s): lying; tricking people; she is fast and swift, quick-witted; strategy, Archery
Weakness(es): lacks in accepting changes; is not good in close up fights
Special Powers/Abilities:
•Shadowfire: Fire that erupts in shadows, it is either shaped in average flames (red) or in black flames. It depends on whatever mood she is on
—> Limits: It can be crushed by Water, or Light (if there is no shadow, she can’t cast her fire) and she needs to eat a lot or the fire will cause her damage
•Nighteye: She can simply see in the night like a feline
—> Limit: a bright light in the night can cause her mere seconds of confusion and she needs time to regenerate her sight; while days: her sight is not too good
Weapon(s): Her bow + normal dagger
Extra: If you want to win her trust, then do that through actions. Sana won’t believe any words.
If you want to piss her off, then ignore her when she actually decides to talk to you or you simply insult her appearance.
She loves midnight walks, too, and sometimes eats strawberry cake even though she is allergic to it.
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