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Post by Felypsa on Jan 10, 2011 21:29:18 GMT -6
HUMAN/ANTHRO WORLDS CHARACTER
Name: Mistweaver
Nickname: Misty
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Sub-Race: N/A
Appearance: She looks like your average girl. She's about 5'4" and weighs about 130 lbs. She has curly brown hair that extends to her shoulders and green eyes. Her creamy face is rather plain-looking, but she doesn't really mind. She's usually seen in a green dress with an apron, for she's a waitress/dishwasher/broom-girl at her father's inn, The Rising Dragon. The only thing out-of-the-ordinary about her appearance is the silver ring on her right middle finger, which contains a three small, shiny emeralds. It seems a far too expensive ornament for a mere innkeeper's daughter to own.
Personality: Misty's a friendly, cheerful girl who just likes to fit in. She does often get bored from the monotony of life at times, and seeks a little excitement, but has never done anything reckless. She likes watching people interact, and is a hopeless romantic at heart. She's been brainwashed to conformity: like the majority of the Escavan inhabitants, she shuns part-bloods and those who are "unnatural." If she only knew the truth of her own power, she would be distraught to think she's so different from everyone she knows. She loves to weave, and is sad when her family can't afford threads and dyes for her to further exploit her hobby. She admires artistic skill, especially music, which she herself is hopeless at but which she loves to hear other people play.
Magic: Mist (the source of her magic is in her emerald ring; without it, she is powerless)
-Spells:
Mistweaving: She takes the moisture in the air, transforms it into mist, and weaves it into anything she wishes it to be. She can even liquefy and solidify it.
Scry: Misty can catch glimpses of past, present, or future in her woven mist creations. She has much less control over this ability.
Biography: Before Misty was born, her mother sought a fortune-teller to prophesy her child's life. The fortune-teller told her that she would have a daughter, whose name would be "Mistweaver," a name that bespoke the purpose of the girl's life. The fortune-teller remarked that because of the girl's unique heritage, she would be marked by destiny to carry on this legendary power. Misty's mother was a little surprised, but knew that her husband would react negatively to the news, since he abhorred all those who were "unnatural." She thus hid the fortune-teller's prophecy from her husband. But when their daughter was born, the mother did name her "Mistweaver," though for all her life, this was shortened to the more normal "Misty."
When Misty was a young girl, perhaps four or five years old, she was running with her friends along the coast of Escavas. While they were playing tag, Misty got separated from her friends and encountered a strange old woman who wore a thick cloak and boots despite the hot summer day. Misty was unafraid of this old woman, who gave her the silver ring with the emeralds that Misty wears to this day. The hag said only, "Spin it when you need to." Of course, the significance of this statement went completely over Misty's head, but she accepted the ring because it was shiny and pretty.
The strange thing about this ring is that it expanded as Misty's finger did, so that it was always a perfect fit. Misty never takes it off, though she has pretty much forgotten her bizarre encounter with the old woman. Her parents asked no questions about the ring's origins, and Misty has never gotten into trouble because of it. Not long after that incident, however, she began to take an interest in looms and weaving. Her mother, who knew a little of the trade, taught her all she knew, but Misty quickly surpassed her mother's skill. Unfortunately, this was an expensive hobby, and her parents could not always keep up with Misty's fast pace.
When Misty was still very young, around seven or eight years old, her mother vanished. Her father gruffly but sadly explained to Misty that she had died from a disease that could kill a victim within a single day. This disease, Misty's father said, was so terrible that it caused the body to waste away completely, leaving no recognizable trace of Misty's mother. The funeral was extremely sad. Little Misty was clutching her mother's beaded necklace so tightly it made grooves in her hand. She cried for days afterwards, but her father seemed less affected.
Marked by destiny but ignorant of her fate, Misty eventually recovered from the loss of her beloved mother, throwing herself into the menial labor of her father's inn. All the while, her hidden powers were growing into something that would eventually take control of her...unless she took control of them first.
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