Please answer as your character unless otherwise indicated.I am called,
Sonea Shoecrafter, although many would argue my true last name.I am
24I would identify myself as
HumanI earn my keep as
an Odd-job scholar at Library of Alexia.I consider myself to be
Appearance:Others think I look
roughly the age I am.My hair is
RedMy eyes are
GreenHeight and Weight:
5'9" and 120 lbsIf I were describing myself in a story I would say...
My build is long and willowy, not the physique of a grand warrior woman of some legend long told. Skin horrendously pale, as my Mother would love to point out would be to do with spending far too much time indoors. I prefer light, comfortable tunics and dresses, with a good turdy travelling coat. I may be many things, but I am country girl first and recognise the benefits of good quality clothes made to last.
Personality:I behave as if
I am a scholar first and we all must strive to behave as the ancient philosophers of old, which means carrying a certain dignity that many would consider mature.My favourite things are
Books! Is there any treasure in life greater than learning? I think not, and a fool would say otherwise. The things that I can't stand are
Fools and loud mouths, who spend their life trying desperately to find out about the lives of others, only so they can tell others. Anyone questioning my parentage might also find my Stave dangerously close to erupting.Nothing scares me like
ignorance, for not knowing exposes your weakness to others.When it comes to interacting with others I:
usually rabble on about a hundred different things I have read, then realise that I haven't asked about the other person.I believe that:
in life they are many circumstances we must consider and few moral values shall always work at all times. Some call it cold pragmatism, others cowardice. I wish I knew which I thought it was.
Equipment:Weapons and Armor:
Sonea studied battle magics and hence has a wide arsenal of magic to cause harm to others, mostly focusing on fire and earth spells. She carries her a Stave of rowan, which she uses to channel the forces of magic to her enemies.I never leave home without:
My stave, used to channel the forces of magic, would be always at my side. Other than that, a few miscellaneous trinkets from childhood are always closest to my heart. When it comes to money I'm:
horrendously frugal. Living in a farm gives one an appreciation of every copper coin. I always send some home, however, as I know I live a better live thanks to my parents sacrifices.
Other Important Stuff:When I'm scared I:
grationlise every single feeling, noise and sight, and feel the panic rise.The thing I want most but would never tell anyone about is:
to know who my real father is.I'm lonely when:
I do not have my books. Many call it sad, but without the voices of the great authors of old I feel alone in this world.It hurts when:The things you need to know about my past are:
Born to a poor rural family in Io, I was quite the scandal when I was born. Toungues in the village where wagging when my mother spent the night with the Earl of the area and a hastily arranged marriage with her beau from the village and I was born six months later. It was not helped by my vivacious red hair, so typical of the local noble family, and a healthy bag of silver sent to my mother, it was taken for a fact that i was a bastard illegitimate.
I displayed magical tendecies around her tenth birthday. The earl agreed to my father's petition for a scholarship to the University in Alexia. During my stay there I honed my skills, becoming proficient in the offensive uses of magic.
However after my training was finished I found it difficult finding a job before managing to find one in the city as a scholar translating texts. Yet this sedentary life holds little attraction to me, I dream of a life of adventure life the great Heroes of old.I wish to go to the Shadow because:
I want an adventure to be quite frank and this tale takes hold of my fancy as much as any other.I got a small RP Sample about written about Sonea's magic revealing itself because the muse took me:
Sonea exhaled loudly, her breath exploding around her in a misty blast piercing the frosty air. She stood barefoot on the rocky outcrop overlooking the river below. Her skin was raw from the cold, causing her to pull her sacking-cloth cloak tighter towards her, while scrunching her toes away from the frosty rock surface.
She wouldn't be outside at all, if only her mother hadn't shooed her out the house after near driving her mad with questions. You're too clever for your own good, Sonea Shoecrafter, you're so sharp you'll cut yourself her mother always said, but grown ups always said things like that. But it didn't matter, they where old so what did they know? Some where even so old that they couldn't even walk, like Old Mistress Donnia. Sonea would never be old like that, she would simply live for ever and ever like some great Sorceress of old.
Indulging in her fantasy, Sonea picked up a nearby twig and waved it in the air, imagining causing the waters around her to rise up in a magnificent torrents. To anyone else her fragile twig was but that, however to her it was a stave capable of conjuring an army of spirits to descend upon her rival wizard.
Her game of magical mastery led her away into the forest, transformed in the childish lenses of imagination into a twisted and corrupted habitation of an evil witch. lost in her adventure, Sonea did not hear the gentle crack of a paw breaking the twig.
Or the second.
Indeed it was not until the wolf was almost upon her that she saw the beast in the corner of her eye. Letting out a small gasp of fear the earth tilted itself in a dizzying haze, her heart pounding so violently in her chest she didn't know why it didn't break out her chests.
The wolf tensed, ready to pounce. In wild desperation Sonea waved the stick in front of her and at that moment Sonea felt a sudden pulse of energy leave her. Suddenly fiery sparks shout out of her wand like some alchemist's fire-rocket cracking the air and landing right in front of the wolf who instantly rose up on his hind legs in concern. Eye's wide with shock, Sonea repeated the action and let out a crow of delight as another rush of sparks shot out and actually hit the creature.
As the beast howled in pain and ran away, Sonea laughed and clapped her hands. Never done that before, she thought, her face twisting into a wicked grin. Tryvynn, her brother, was going to be so jealous.