“Witch. The word drifted across his mind. We call such women so, because we have no other name.” - Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower Name: Viatrix de Kloet Nicknames : Via, Trix Age : 23 years Race : Akkadian Ailor Culture : Anglian, Akkerman. Gender : Female Sexuality : Bisexual Preferred Weapon: Magic, and fists if necessary. “Skills don't die; only people do.” Total Points : 23 + 10 Talent + 10 Hobby Sorcery : 20 Fist Combat : 4 Strength Training : 4 Theatre Arts : 10 (Hobby) Alchemy Science : 10 ( Talent) Physical Stat : 13 Body Shape : Athletic Body Fat : Moderate Body Fat “The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.” Anglian, Akkerman dialect: Learned from Childhood Common : Learned from Childhood "The dullard finds even wine tasteless, while the sorcerer is intoxicated by the mere sight of water." Sorcery Exist [[[Magic Bolt I [ Sorcery ] : 4 (Core Points) Darkness III [ Sorcery ] : 4 (Core Points) Power Curse III [ Sorcery ] : 4 (Core Points) Flux Shift VI [Sorcery] : 4 (Core Points) Light Mend II [Sorcery] : 4 (Core Points)]]] ALL INACTIVE FOR NOW Uthurren Werebeast Affliction Loyalty of the Uthurren Prowl of the Fox Violence of the Sabrewolf Leap of the Fossa “When your eyes show intellect, you will seem beautiful regardless of how you look.” Eye Colour : Blue Hair Colour : Dark Brown / Black Hair Style : Wavy mid-length Skin Colour : Pale Tan with some light pink around the face. Clothing : As shown above, although it has a few tears and rips on the edges due to some scuffles and fights. Height : 5'4" Character Alignment : Chaotic Neutral Character Personality Type : The Entrepreneur Character Religion : Dragon Worship - Black Desert Dragon 10/10 The Kloet line was an unremarkable family descended of what was once a court jester, probably, perhaps, in a distant time. Viatrix, born within the family’s small farm deep within the Anglian heartland, was the youngest of two brothers and three daughters, to parents that were much too old to restrict her path in life. She found enjoyment in travelling the woods near her home with her elder siblings, and in taking care of the family Missier… alongside cleaning up its many rat-related mishaps. As is her lineage’s implication, Viatrix began to feel much like a clown as education came to pass. She wasn’t quite cut out for farmwork, never finding the same physical prowess as her sisters, and didn’t quite fit the embroidering passion of her eldest brother, nor the love for archery her father tried to drill to her. Yet she grew to love fables, of dutiful Haeksen and of defeated devils, and gained a surprisingly sharp distaste for some of the smaller things in life thanks to some very well-written Zondespael. Bookish as she was, it was not as if a life as an intellectual was her calling either. Thoroughly stuck, she broods on a family trip to Axford; from which she finds a discarded book that had fallen out from a rustling bar. In a rare bout of kleptomania, she plucks up the book and carries on as if it were hers; later noting its contents as related to the Altalar Pillars of Magic, and various spells of Sorcerous origin. Many a night is wasted away studying these spells and practicing them, healing the battle scars of her beloved cat and blasting away bottles with magical bolts. Given time, she feels so proud of this fact that she displays it to her parents, who did not in fact perceive her as one would a classical Haeksen. An argument ensues, and her parents assure that this is not the way of a good Anglian woman. So she claims she would rather not be an Anglian woman, and packs her things to head to Regalia proper; deciding its many magical faculties to be something better worth investigation… though she’s hardly prepared for the society of it all.