CHARACTER SHEET:
Name: Jilliel Baal.
Title/Alias: Jill, Any nicknames she may yet earn.
Job & age: Jilliel work's in a small café by the harbour. Despite looking so young, she is at the age of 18.
Physical Appearance: (Picture is my avatar) Jilliel is a fairly short female that stands roughly at 5.34ft. Bright unkempt orange hair that reaches just past her shoulders and a light grass green eye colour. Her body is somewhat thin, yet toned. Her hand's feature her finger's wrapped in bandage for nearly every or any time she is spotted. She wear's them to cover up the finger-pads on each finger and thumb's on both of her hands. This is in order to cover the scar tissue, and occasionally bruised digits. Jilliel is often seen sporting a white dress that comes to her knee's, A small satchel hanging from her shoulder, a violet colour often always seen with her too.
When she isn't out and about, getting lost. She wear's what look's to be a baggy bunny onesie in her apartment and sometimes around the café.
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Compulsive, Naïve, Explorative, Carefree, Watchful, Cautious, Compassionate, Shy, Listener, Protective.
Drives: To enjoy herself to the fullest. To see what there is to find and to watch what there is to enjoy! To find greater and more fun places to wander and nap at! To keep the scale's she hosts from any who would potentially abuse it through her.
Fears: Those she care's for dying. Losing control of the scale's. Being taken back home where she believes she will lose her ability to explore and wander freely.
Hobbies: Wandering off to find something new to explore, only to then nap where she ends up. Jilliel considers her job at the café one of her hobbies. She find's it fun to cook and have other's enjoy it! She will also spend time in her room painting little miniatures. Fishing at the harbor outside her apartment. Finally her fourth hobby being one where she sews and knit's. She enjoys working with her hands and fingers. She often keeps supplies for painting or knitting and sewing in her satchel so she can enjoy doing them once she finds a nice place to relax.
Occupation: Jilliel Has a standing job as a café owner. The café resides by the harbour where boat's can be seen in the early morning coming in with fresh catch to auction off to establishment's across Prim. The harbour always had a nice salty smell to it that made the area that much more charming. The café isn't too big, able to seat up to 20 people at most. It sell's a range of drink's and sandwiches. Her guide also help's to run the business as Jilliel is still not the greatest at running a small business. That and often time's she vanishes from the building entirely.
I'll send the rest through PM.
@rissa
(putting the lore here as i dont trust my PC to not delete something whilst i write out the power.)
Background: Despite Jilliel living in prim now for 2 year's, she was not born There. Jilliel spent most of her child and teen years in what she could only remember being a very large house. Jilliel was born to the Baal family. This she knew. She also learnt that she was able to learn magic if she tried hard! Her family always reminding her to study, to become more and more capable of harnessing power of becoming a great witch and someone the family could pass their knowledge onto for the coming of the "special child". She wasn't so sure as to why her parents were so fixated on her doing all this. She just wanted to play!
Jilliel's family was one that had a speciality in Fortune prediction and karmic obsession. When the family spoke of it to her and of how important it was, they would always go on about how much they have slaved and toiled to progress and evolve their understanding of the fortune's and karmic laws. They wanted to find ways to not only see a persons luck, but to change it! To revolutionize the field of Fortune and it's intangible laws. They always rambled forever when they spoke of it to jilliel. Of how after so many years. A couple generation's of work that would potentially bear fruit to their labour and produce one who could not only interact with the Karma of a person, but alter it! All with the birth of a special child!
The conversation would fall out of Jilliel's ear the moment it went in. Always wearing a glazed look of incomprehensive misunderstanding. She was only five at the time. She often spent her time trying to get outside only to be dragged back to her room. Sat in front of a desk and told to study and read more. Being told to Do better and learn harder! They would always promise that she could go out and play eventually. That eventually turned from days to week. Week's to months. Month's to years... They didnt have any intention of letting her outside it seemed.
It was on a rainy day some time after her 15th birthday where she would be visited by both her mother and father in her room. She would still remember it to this day. They had came to tell her off again. Jill was always one for doing anything but learning how to deal with karma or fortune! They always made it seem so important! So necessary to master and understand, and to not know was to be an idiot! To jilliel, they were just there to yell at her again! To tell her to do better! To at least learn SOME magic and how other families children were doing so well. It's all she had heard for the last 9 years! They never let her out to play. They always kept her in a house she hadnt seen the outside of more than a handful of times. The family serfs wouldn't tell her anything but to study hard! It's been a constant frustration to her to hear it over and over. She had heard her parents compliment other families children than her! Jill would think they were just impossible to ever please!
It was never a point of ignoring the teaching of the family or their teachings because she didn't have an interest. She stopped wanting to learn it through frustration at her family telling her to be better! Jill would think back on that day every now and then. It was always an event that frustrated her. That rainy day where she was being yelled at again for not knowing any "Fundamentals or aspects of karma" or how she hadn't put enough effort into fortune readings and how she wasn't studying enough! That was the day she finally snapped. She would turn from her ranting parent's and try to go back to bed. To try calm down before she got too upset. To try to stop from getting angry. They didn't take the hint, they would just yell louder, more reasons as to why jill wasn't good enough. Jill had enough. The yelling, constant noise and same walls that looked more like a prison than a house to her, was ready to drive her insane. And so through her frustration and anger, jill would stab her thumb nail into her finger pads and slice them open, letting her new scratches bleed over her fingertips and nails. That action alone quieted them. They would watch as her bloodied finger's would hook into chain links that reached through the ceiling into nothing.
Jill's father would look confused, jill hadn't shown magic in any form and was now using her blood to interact with what looked to be ghost chains. Why hadn't she shown this before?! Before they could make any question's, jill was past them. Running past her parent's she would slam the door and the sounds of her sprinting away would get quieter. They would try to follow her, but the door was... jammed? It wasn't locked, but it wasn't opening. Unknown to then, jill had linked herself to her bedroom door. Pushing her misfortune onto the door! The misfortune for jamming the door up was more than sufficient. Jill wasn't sure what the family did next, she didn't want to be here anymore, and wasn't there to see what they did. She didn't want to be yelled at anymore. She didn't want to see the same walls over and over anymore. She didn't want to hear about how karma worked or how it was so freaking important! She wanted out. And she was going to get out.
Jill had spent years holding the power away from the family ever since they spoke of using karma and fortunes for the family's own gain. Despite not having much to any practice with her power, she already understood that the power was one to be kept under careful consideration and use. Every time the family spoke of how karma functioned, her power would offer her different answers. She would see the value's of karma above people's heads like a HP bar in a video game. They constantly told her to be smarter and learn how it all worked, even though they were wrong. She could have revealed it to her family at any point after her 8th birthday, but they always seemed so focused on pushing the whole "For the family business". Jill would abuse it this once. She would let all her digits bleed, ripping good fortune from anyone she came across and stuffing any who chased her with bad fortune. She didn't care where she went, so long as it wasn't here.
It wouldn't take long, in her running, she would come across a large harbour. Lot's of boats, boats can take people far away! The decision was instant. Still in the mindset of abusing her power to help her get far away, she would get herself quietly onto a large fishing hauler. It had the word PRIM stamped on the side of it. She didn't care where it took her though. She had gotten herself onto a boat, and was now leaving. She had lost a lot of blood through her fingers, most of her digits blue from bruises, one of her pinkies broken sideways. Taking a moment to snap it back into position, would wrap her fingers in bits of her shirt. And nap. Had she gotten away?
Jill would wake on the boat after.... a while? She didn't remember. All she knew after sneaking off that boat was that she was standing on a new harbour. Looking at a sprawling city! It looked like there was so much to see! So much to do! Sadly her "lucky" escape wasn't too lucky. It would be just as she gets herself off the harbour that she would find herself standing across from an odd looking lady. Jill would come to know this lady as Zintreya. Or Zin for short. It turned out that a family that had witches in it could track a person using divination. And so they had sent Zintreya after her. Supposedly mother and father being quite worried and hoping to see her home safe so she could... aanndd Jill was gone again. She fled.
Zintreya would spend her early days looking for Jill, eager to take her home. A woman on a mission to look for someone who was unnaturally good at hide and seek. She would come close a few times to catching her, but always just barely catching a glimpse of the fleeing girl. However Jill was new to prim. No home in prim to hide at, so she would eventually be cornered. And that's what happened. Zin would expect to find Jill hiding and when found, throwing a huff or temper tantrum. Jill was at an angsty year of her life, so Zin was ready to deal with her outbursts if she had any. She would find Jill in an old warehouse. She thought Jill would wear a look of defiance, of anger. She didn't look angry. Zen had spent the time in prim thinking Jill was simply a brat enjoying herself and giving her a run-around. She expected sneer's or indifference and angst. She would find Jill cornered in that warehouse, her face looking anything but what she was expecting. The state of the girl she was looking for bringing her a cold shiver as she locked eye's with Jill. Jill looked as pale as a ghost, eye's wide and unblinking as she was backed as far into the room as she could be, back pressed to the wall. She looked at zen like she was some sort of monster. She looked terrified of her. She looked exhausted, the bags under her eye's were clear even in the shaded room. Zin would see that Jill's right fingers were bloodied and already hooked in links. Her left hand was limp by her side. Each digit on that hand clearly broken.
Zin would figure it out fast. Jill wasn't running her around for fun. Jill had been using her power constantly to push as much luck into herself to be able to hide from Zintreya as she could, and for Zin to be as unlikely to find her as possible. To escape. She wasn't trying to play hide and seek. She was trying to flee and Zin could see that in her eye's it was for her life. Was she that terrified of going home? Her left hand showing just how far she was pushing her luck. Jill was still, watching Zin like a hawk. Jill would watch Zin try to slowly approach with her hands raised. She had hoped for so long that she had lost Zintreya. She ran for so many day's and nights! Stolen and pushed so much fortune. Her luck had ran dry, and she knew it. She was tired, the link's at that point were just for show. Jill would hear zin say something, but Jill cannot remember any of it, save for two. The only words she would remember hearing was "Going home". Jill would clench her right fist, all the links pulling at the same time harshly with a loud snap as they collided. Jill had pushed the Karmic balance for days now. She had gone from never using it, to near continuous use! Jill wouldn't know, but Zin would learn at that point, that the idea of going home was terror to her. Jill was ready to try escape, Zin see the link's around her right hand's finger's torque sharply, two more finger's snapping harshly and the other finger's going slack and falling from the links. The chains vanishing once her hand was free. Jill would fall forwards. Jill had used the chain's for far too long and the exhaustion was coming for her. End of the line... all she would remember of that event is a sudden impact with what she could only guess was the floor. Then nothing.
Jill would wake, her arm wrapped in bandage and fingers in splints. Zintreya sat at the end of her bed. It would take a moment for her to stop a now panicking Jill from trying to escape out a window. Zin would be oddly careful with Jill. Apparently a week had passed since she had found her. Jill didn't know what had happened in the week, but she was not only not home. She had told her that she would not be taking her home. She would live with her in Prim instead. Jill didn't get it. This woman had spent near a week hunting her. Now she was against taking her home?! What happened in that week she was out? She wouldn't think on it long. Light headed and dizzy after such a small amount of movement. Jill was passing out again, Zin lowering Jill into her pillow with a care she didn't expect. "Welcome to Prim, Jill." The last thing she heard before she would sleep again.