@ArtisticPlanet °•. ✿ .•°Basic Information Full Name: Esper Age: 22 Gender: Female Race: Half-Elf Anglian Ailor-Isldar Mix Sexuality: Questioning. Preferred Weapon: N/A .•° ✿ °•. °•. ✿ .•° Skill Information Total Points: 22 +10 Light Bow Combat [+10 From Half-Elf.] +10 Staves Combat [+10 From Half-Elf.] +4 Musical Arts [From Points.] +5 Visual Arts [From Points.] Body Shape Physical Stat: 0 Body Shape: Average. Body Fat: Average. Languages Common [Regalia’s Tongue [5/10] Alt-Anglian [Tongue of her homeland 10/10] Isladarian Elven [Father’s Language, Understandable 5/10] .•° ✿ °•. °•. ✿ .•° Special Traits/Spells/Mutations Parlor Magic {+13 Points Invested.} Guiding Light |Parlor Mage| A flicker, a flash, Guiding light may light my path. Saying dust Spell |Parlor Mage| I may forever not speak, but the Saying dust will grant me speech. Element Shot Spell |Parlor Mage| My friend of four. May the anger of Aloria’s Elements rain hellfire upon your door. Whistling Pencil Spell |Parlor Mage| A penny for a page, a nickel for a whistle. .•° ✿ °•. °•. ✿ .•° Visual Information Eye Color: Icey blue. Hair Color: Raven black. Hair Style: Cut waves of bangs and tied up in a braid. Skin Color: Deathly pale. Clothing: Anything she finds. Usually in pink colors. Height: 5’ .•° ✿ °•. @Catannine °•. ✿ .•°Personality and Abilities How would your character respond to experiencing Fear? Fear, in general, isn’t something quite common with Esper. More so being overshadowed by her curiosity. Though when provoked in a manner that does cause fright, she’s prone to freezing in place. One of two reactions being her stiffened form and racing thoughts. Stuck in place as if her shoes are glued to the ground. On the other side of the coin, she can completely overreact and flail about. Running and thrashing in an absolute panic. How would your character respond to experiencing Stress? Scratching. Lots and /lots/ of scratching. Scratching, picking, grinding of the teeth. All physical things the mute does when experiencing stress. Picking at wounds, scratching them until they’re open, grinding her teeth to dust. Along with that she also tends to whine and lose immense amounts of sleep. How would your character express feeling Happy? Overexpression is Esper’s most prominent quality. This being the case when showcasing happiness as well. She gets insanely hyper-energetic. Bouncing about and giggling like a mad woman. Often compared to a child due to how overexcited she can get. How does your character view Law and Authorities? Esper doesn’t take most people seriously, law and authority included. She doesn’t completely understand the concept of either and would much rather treat them as she treats everyone else. When being expected to do something as told she most often ignores them or carries on with something else. How does your character feel about Races other than their own? Being closed off from most people at a young age has lead her to be quite ignorant about the existence of other races. Like a lot of concepts, she doesn’t understand the concept of race. Only seeing individuals as having a wide majority of different traits. Be it from the strangest Haat-Maraya to the plainest Ailor. How does your character feel about Religion for themselves and other faiths? Esper doesn’t understand the concept of Religion. Though from time to time has wandering thoughts about creation and the likes. Not really having it explained to her directly. Leaving her free to believe what she wishes. How does your character feel about the Arcane and Magical in the world? Magic peaks this young halfling's interest quite a bit. Although not completely understanding of it’s origins and what sparks what besides the spells she’s learned over the years. She takes quite the interest in aberrants of all kinds. More specifically sanguine to an extremely obsessive length. How does your character feel towards their family? Although loathes the idea of her mother, she practically worships her father’s existence. Despite never actually meeting the man, she has heard many stories of the off and on Varlord. And hopes one day to make his acquaintance. What is your character's biggest insecurity? Usefulness. Not being able to speak, being incredibly frail and weak, as well as overall having a lack of understanding for most things doesn’t exactly make one too useful. To combat her constant need to feel like she has some importance, she constantly pushes herself to help others. Be it random bar workers or people among the street. She sees a job being done? She’s right at their side to snatch it from them to assist. What is your character the proudest of about themselves? Her artistic ability. Something she’s focused on since she was a small child. It’s one of her few ways to fully express herself. What motivates your character to move forward and better their life? Her endless curiosity and desire to learn more. Despite her hardships, she’s attached to the mere feeling of being alive. Even with her own voice taken from her, she plans to live out her days to the fullest extent. What is your character's biggest fear? The fear of death to put it rather simply. She fears her life being taken from her more than anything else. Take her voice, take her sight, take her ability to move or hear. But threatening her life is the one way to strike fear into her heart. Within Anglia in a simple poor village living off the distant farm life laid a simple old woman not too far off from the wandering villager’s home. A pathway’ away into a forest which resided a simple cottage. In this village was a woman of riches at the brink of her worries after being romanced by a former Varlord and engaged in wedlock. The Varlord in question was a purebred Isldar who didn’t quite stick around the woman for much longer and had quite the wandering reputation as a coven’s leader. The woman found herself pregnant and possibly in danger of ruining her current marriage and high reputation due to the child growing within her womb. She settled on hiding her pregnancy until she would need to bear the child, and simply rid of it. Though fate would certainly take her wishes for a ride. On the day she destined to birth the unplanned and certainly unwanted child, she wandered into the forest from the before mentioned village. A cold winter’s night that would end in the woman being pelted by heaps of snow. Though the lonesome cottage would be her savior, or at the very least the woman inside. The elderly woman took her within her home and hid her from nature’s wrath. Opening up about her worries about the pregnancy and expressing her plan, the old woman would instead make a deal with her to keep the child. Weeks after the birth had occurred and the woman was healed would be her final departure. Never to see the child she didn’t even bother to name again. Though not entirely left unaware of her existence, as the woman left her with traces of her father. Things such as his name and reputation and a simple painting of his powerful stature. The platinum blonde baby with the brightest blue eyes was now in the old woman’s care. Never being able to birth a child of her own, she’d raise the now named Esper as her own until her passing days. Secluded within the cottage and forest with no one to socialize with made Esper quite the socially inept child. She spent her younger days drawing and listening to the forest’s sounds. At the age of six, the elderly woman would have a peaceful passing in her sleep. Leaving the incredibly young child to herself. She’d stay within the cottage for a mere few weeks before running out of food, opting to venture elsewhere. After wandering down the path once instructed to down, instead of meeting with the village she had merely heard stories of she was met with a traveling carriage of slave traders. Much to her dismay, she was scooped up despite her young age. Though maybe for the best due to her lack of resources and home. Slave work left no room for childish games or socialization. Meaning her childhood was cut short and stolen from her in exchange for labor. The half-elf was surprisingly obedient and was passed from trader to trader for years to come. Having not a moment of freedom or experience to really mature or properly develop. Her only sense of entertainment being the tunes she rehearsed as a child and sung softly to herself during work hours. Having quite the angelic singing voice at that. At the age of fifteen, she was met with traders that opted to set her free. She wasn’t exactly sure how to feel, though wandered off anyhow. Eventually finding refuge in a village amongst Anglia’s shores. After crashing in a tree between their homes and seeing her pale and quite frail body the townsfolk pitied her. The close-knit community welcomed her as almost the town’s shared adopted child. Every got to know her quite fast and she was slowly but surely developing her cheerful and quite loveable personality. They fed her, tought her, and befriended her. Expanding on her already gifted voice with teaching her the art of music. Though not everyone was friendly, there were some rough patches within the mix of nurturing townsfolk who weren’t too keen on the sight of her sharpened ears. Nevertheless, she stayed there for quite the while. As she continued to grow within her teenage years she’d catch the eyes of her first and only romance. A frail and quite messy brunette boy who was a farmer’s son. They became attached at the hip quite fast and became excellent friends. Though behind the scenes of this heartfelt friendship and blossoming love was the stir of hatred bubbling within a certain family who wanted the halfling gone. Focusing greatly on her elf heritage and differences from those in the village. One girl her own age being particularly jealous of the young woman’s voice. And so with that spiteful hatred, her beloved would be hired to carry out the task of plunging a knife through Esper’s throat. The deed was done after the young boy looked over the struggles of his father’s farm and took the reward into mind. Her vocal cords were damaged beyond belief, having sawed through her neck rather than stab as per the request of who had hired him in the first place. Avoiding death once more, Esper was rushed into the care of a family doctor who worked fast to mend her wounds. Being traumatized and betrayed beyond belief, after her throat would heal she would gather her things and depart in fear of the incident repeating itself. Much to her dismay, the blade managed to damage her throat to the point where speaking was near impossible, let alone singing. With a pain in her heart and throat, the broken halfling continued onwards on her never-ending adventure. Along the way she never stayed to one spot. Hopping from town to town with little interaction and focusing more on slowly repairing her speech and collecting sketchbooks to sharpen her artistic skills. Along the way having picked up a few books on magical spells out of interest for the art of Parlor magic. Having seen a few mages along her travels. She used her time spent on skills to tunnel vision herself away from her past pains and traumas and to have something new to look forward to. Along with this study she constantly berated and went after studying sanguine of all people. Having almost an obsessive interest in sanguine due to the only current other connection she had was with her unmet Varlord father. Meeting and studying them simply peaked her interests more. To obsessive levels, even. Sharpening her own canines after reading children’s tales of sanguine having sharpened fangs and going to great lengths to look more sanguine. Although altogether refused to get infected. She absolutely needed connections to the surface and was not interested in residing in a coven. If she were to get infected it’d be by her father and her father alone. Which is a goal she hopes to achieve one day. Time would pass and she’d find herself incredibly lonely in this state. The entrapped social butterfly settling on a new path. She’d wander further and further while making the decision that people no longer frightened her unless given a reason to. Growing oddly attached to even strangers. Finding herself in the Holy City of Regalia where she’d interact with person after person. Winning and-..irritating the hearts of many with her odd and quite misshapen personality. She now resides there whilst hopping from residence to residence.
Pstt hi hi frendo her parlor spells add up to 13 right now. Also Magical Knowledge is for the sections under it here, not parlor spells. she looks great otherwise! Guiding Light - 3 Saying Dust - 3 Element Shot - 4 Whistling Pencil - 3
Parlor Magic You've listed spending 9 points however 13 points have been spent here putting you 4 proficiency points past your limit of 22. Make this quick edit and tag me when you've finished. @Nixces
