Character Images: Who Am I? || Week 3

Joan · Nov 14, 2017

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Do you enjoy creating new characters just because you can? Do you need a new character for your next story or roleplay, but you're not sure where to start? Do you enjoy using images to get the writing juices flowing? Do you just like hoarding character images? If so, this thread is for you, and anybody else who takes an interest.

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Starlighter · Nov 19, 2017

PERSONALITY

Elstia is a quiet, introspective sort of young woman who prefers the company of books and spells to the torment of social interaction. Spending the majority of her time wrapped up in ancient texts and more current works of fiction has given her a distinct advantage of knowledge in the area of spell casting, combined with a lively imagination.

She is immensely private with her personal matters, revealing nothing when asked and responding with cold indifference to the advances of anyone who might take an interest in her business. While her exclusive nature breeds a sense of mysteriousness to her persona, she would never describe herself as exceptional or elitist, for her treatment and opinion of anyone remains the same regardless of individual differences. Although she is difficult to approach at the best of times (and perhaps it would be accurate even so far as to say she is a tad rude), once a person is taken into her confidence, they can be assured of absolute discretion.

The most prized items in her possession are her many books, her greatest pride her skill in magic, and her most vital personal asset her keen mind. Never one to endure dullness, she lives in a perpetual state of insatiable curiosity, never failing to search out a topic beneath the scope of her interests to the most finite and obscure details. She is relentlessly thorough, unable to release her fixations without first arriving at an indisputable conclusion.

When charged with inescapable interaction, Elstia will suffer in moody silence, or, if circumstances present a worthy subject, engage in rigorous debate with no regard for the positions and sensitivities of others. To her, only the absolute truth is relevant, leaving her with an utter lack of tact or consideration for personal feeling, and no patience for any who retain an incorrect belief. She is especially put off by anyone incapable of understanding reason, particularly in regard to simple matters that in her mind require only the most basic ability to grasp.

HISTORY

Born the youngest daughter of a wealthy nobleman, Elstia bears a name renowned far and wide as being of excellent repute. Throughout her childhood years, her six older siblings spent their time pursuing worthy vocations and skills that would brighten the future prospects of the family as a whole, dutifully carrying on the legacy of the family name. For her part, Elstia ventured beyond the confinement of the house only to acquire more sources on subjects that interested her, or to seek solitude in secret places known only to herself. She spent her blissfull lonely hours absorbed for the most part in the study and practice of magic, determined to hone her skills and increase her knowledge to a point where she could achieve both great things worthy of her family name, and an entirely complete understanding of the art.

Her ideal vision came to an abrupt and disastrous end when one simple mistake fuelled her aspiration to magical mastery and simultaneously destroyed any chance of gaining familial approval. Fed up with the miserably lacking intelligence of a visiting guest, she inadvertently performed a spell that rendered him permanently bereaved of his senses - all five of them. No longer able to function of his own accord, he was shortly thereafter killed out of mercy. In the eyes of the law, Elstia was deemed responsible for his death in addition to having practiced a spell long since outlawed, resulting in her being condemned to spend the remainder of her life imprisoned.

Thereafter entirely disowned by the entirety of her relations, she spent four years wallowing in a cell, suffering seclusion and boredom - or rather, she was meant to suffer in such ways. Left to her own devices with no distractions and no interference, she practiced what magic she knew constantly, perfecting and honing it to a remarkably acute level of precision.

At the end of those four long years, engineering her escape was a trivial challenge for her. In the process, she chose to spite the institution that had sought to subdue her by releasing every other criminal contained within the same prison. The mayhem that erupted spiraled out of her control almost immediately, and within a day, she had come to regret this decision more than anything else in her life. Determined to set her wrong right, she dedicated herself to seeing justice carried out not only on those to whom she had granted freedom but on every evildoer whose path crossed hers.

Jays · Mar 20, 2018

Unexpectation

"Uhm...How much longer is this going to take?"

"Not too long now, just a couple more shots. The lighting was off on that last one. Jordan, shutter the damn window, will you? Not that one, the second one on the le...Uryk fucking Harton, do I have to do everything by myself around here?"

"It's already shuttered Igna, that's not where the light came from."

"Then how the hell do you expla...FUCKING PEEPERS! LOOK! Arhgm-Im-Telmon IGRISS!"

Explosion.

"HOLY SHIT IGNA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!?"

"There was an Eye of Oriont in the corner. Some fucking punks were peeping. I swear to Uryk if I catch any of them I would rip them limb from..."

"SO YOU TORCHED THE ENTIRE WEST WALL??!?!"

"Oh, don't be dramatic. A Sect-on-Umra will fix it good as new."

"Uhm, excuse me, can I go now?"

"No you cannot! Did you not hear a single word I just said? The lighting was off on the last series. We have to retake that."

"I have class at 4. It's Master Tamnir, he's very strict about..."

"Forget Master fucking Tamnir. This is more important. Don't you want to be have an opportunity to appear in Starsha Monthly?"

"Yeah, but..."

"No but. We're talking that series again. Jordan. Jordan! Come here. Out of the way please Olik, if you would be so kind as to not stand around like an absolute useless fuck, that'd be great. Team 1, where's that wind ward? Yes, reset, exactly like before. Yes, exactly. Fucking fuck. I'm surrounded by amateurs. You ready to be a big star, Amara?"

"Yeah yeah, just count me down."

"Perfect. You see people? That's how a professional handles it. And 3...2...1, blow that wind ward! An inch to left, please. That's right. Amara, a touch more on that Light please. That's right, that's exactly it. Oh my god. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. More on the ash, Jordan, more on the as...Olik, the next time I bump into you I'm going to kill your cat, and your girlfriend. That's great, Amara, keep doing it. Hold on, let me fix your skirt a bit, gotta show that beautiful legging, like so, alright perfect! That's it! Aw, perfect! Gorgous! A couple of shots more! Harder on that wind ward! Oh my god, this is going to be the best cover AUA will ever have. A few more shots on this side and we will be do...OLIK!"

Giant explosion. People running for their lives. Cat screaming.

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Character Images: Who Am I? || Week 3

Joan

"You'll never be alone."

Starlighter

Consider this the hint of the century

Jays

Olives and Fear