Post by Kae-Kite on Dec 28, 2006 23:39:20 GMT -5
Name- Kaelis Jhonas
Age- 15
Date of Birth- October 2
Homelands- The Confines
Race- Human
Class- Dragoon
Final- Flamespit
- An incredible amount of energy is required to go through with this move, as it takes all of her young dragon's extra power and a very large amount of hers. It is this energy that allows Torrix to spit flame in the traditional form of dragons. Granted, it's not that strong of an attack, but it can do serious damage at close range.
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{Weapon information}
Kite
- A long, birch-based glaive. The bladed end is carefully polished steel, balanced throughout the glaive by embedded designs of the same material. These designs spell out in a cryptic language the name of the spear's maker, Firwight, its past and its hopeful future. Kae cannot read what the designs say, nor can anyone else who has seen them. Most likely, the smith created the language they are in himself. And most likely, he is dead by now.
Enchantments-
- There is a light wind-based enchantment on this glaive, placed only so that the air in high speed and force around the blade will not erode it and the steel will stay sharp.
{Armour Information}
Flying Suit
- Sewn for the most part of beaten, fresh-smelling leather, this suit was tailored exactly to Kae's lanky shape. It consists of three pieces. First: a headpiece strangely resembling a pilot's cap, including wide black goggles and chin flaps that she never ties. Most of the time she wears these goggles pushed up on her forehead. Then: a loose breastpiece ending somewhere around her midriff, also leather and covering her torso from her collarbones to her last rib. And last: a toughened hip piece that extends into a garment covering the backs of her legs, padded carefully and ending at about her ankles, where it's wrapped around the beginnings of her boots.
Enchantments
- Every inch covered by an interesting wind incantation, this armor is strictly arrow-proof. When Kae feels threatened while aloft, a strange sort of force field made of strong outward breeze emits from the suit. This wind force is enough to slow down arrows to the point that they are useless by the time they are repelled again by the tough leather.
{Accessory Information}
None.
{Physical Description}
Tall and ungainly, Kae is seemingly graceless on land, constantly tripping over herself (or other things) and colliding with other people. She makes up for her clumsiness with grace of speech. Her fondness for words makes her an interesting person with which to have a conversation. Accompanying her ever-moving mouth on a tan-skinned face are a somewhat average nose and a pair of short-lashed brown eyes. Her hair is also a shade of tawny brown and is usually plastered to her head by her cap, but when released is tufty and light. It is cut off at about her chin.
Though her body is lanky, her hands and feet are rather large and her fingers are a bit longer than usual. Each of these fingers is complimented by a mood ring. She likes to freeze the mood rings every night so that they are a shade of confused yellow all day long. There are two very small white chicken feathers threaded into silver rings which she wears as earrings.
Under her flying suit, she consistently wears white long-sleeved shirts and slightly beaten blue jeans. She tucks her jeans tackily into a pair of heavy spurred brown boots. The spurs aren't used, so no one really knows why she doesn't take them out.
Her expressions can usually be defined as "cuddly," even when she's upset. When surprised, her eyes widen quite a bit and her mouth forms a cliche "O". When particularly sad, she smiles to cheer up those around her, and when she's happy, she sometimes looks as if she's about to cry. But get to know her, and you'll know what she's feeling no matter what she wants you to think. She hates it, but you can read this girl like a book.
{Background}
Her birthplace is the Confines, named by her mother, a dank, horrid series of underground chambers locked away from the light. This rather morbid home was hers only because her parents, chefs in a noble home in Wisconsin, demanded extra pay to support her pregnant mother. They received their pay in the form of a sneer and a banishment, justified to authorities by way of a false crime. As a result Kae was born in and grew up in these deserted corridors. Throughout this life she didn't really know that there was a better way to grow up out there on the surface, and so she didn't lament it, becoming aquainted with the darkness instead and growing to like it.
When she was eight she was given a chance out of her willing prison in the form of a carelessly unlocked door, and took it purely out of curiosity, leaving her parents behind. Thus she was awakened, not rudely, to the real world. The exit corridor came up into the very house of the noble family her mother and father had been thrown out of the presence of, and here, amongst a new generation of nobles, she was adored, mistaken for a child who'd wandered in from outside, and immediately adopted in an unorthodox fashion: a bath. Newly cleansed and then fed by a new set of "parents," she eventually grew to forget her old ones, welcomed so kindly into the family that she rarely even thought of them. She was given room to develop freely (resulting in her eccentric appearance) and on her tenth birthday, she discovered a personal skill she hadn't known of. She was digging through the attic of the old manse, seeking a picture frame she had made for her "mother," when she discovered a locked chest. For a while she pawed around for a key, but there wasn't one, and she desperately wanted to know what was in the chest. So she placed a hand on the lock... and it opened. Too excited to be surprised, she reached into the padded chest and pulled out a misty white egg that was as heavy as if it was solid, though the interior, vaguely visible through the somewhat translucent outside, shifted when she moved it.
She was still looking at the pretty egg when it spoke to her.
Did you know that you are special? it said to her, clearly, its voice ringing in her skull.
She shook her head.
You are. You can open things that don't want to be opened.
Disbelieving, she shook her head again. But then, the lock...
But I have a challenge for you. You can open things that don't want to be opened, Kaelis Marian Jhonas. But what about things that do? Can you open me?
So she tried, and bewilderment, the egg cracked and exploded in a shower of white shell. And slithering from the interior was a slinky, wet dragon with dully glittering green scales.
She presented the dragon, dubbed Torrix, to the family (needless to say, the picture frame was forgotten) and was promptly cast out of it, with only the words, "We won't have that here. Get out."
So for the next five years, she hid with the dragon in the forests of Wisconsin, eating washed-up fish left by the birds around the various lakes and whatever meat she could catch. For two years, the dragon grew (slowly) until it was half her size, rather malnutritioned but growing nevertheless. But when she was twelve she came across a cabin in the forest, entered through the locked and bolted door, and pleaded food from the man who lived there.
He was a very old man, and not exactly friendly, though he was caring in his gruff way. Not only did he feed the child, he provided for Torrix the dragon as well, generously so. And in his little cabin in the woods he began to make her things, first a hat, then a saddle for the slowly growing dragon that would not fit him until he was large enough to fly on, and then the suit she wears every day since that one. He provided her with clothing, shelter, and property on which to train for the next entire few years, all made and earned by himself. In a way he was more of a father to her than both that she'd had in the past. Daily, he challenged her abilities and her dragon's.
It was at the little cabin in the woods that she received her invitation letter to the Academy and accepted it. By that time Torrix had grown to about the size of a horse, able to shakingly fly but definitely incapable of carrying anything. As a goodbye present, the old man in the woods- for he'd never given her a name to call him- gave her a special sealed locket, which, even with her powers, she was unable to open. The last she heard from him when she departed was a sultry cackle and the words, "Come back when you've seen the picture inside that locket, young lady. I'll show you something else."
Now that she has located the school, she intends to assume her studies as quickly and efficiently as possible.
{Picture}
None.
Age- 15
Date of Birth- October 2
Homelands- The Confines
Race- Human
Class- Dragoon
Final- Flamespit
- An incredible amount of energy is required to go through with this move, as it takes all of her young dragon's extra power and a very large amount of hers. It is this energy that allows Torrix to spit flame in the traditional form of dragons. Granted, it's not that strong of an attack, but it can do serious damage at close range.
----------------------------
{Weapon information}
Kite
- A long, birch-based glaive. The bladed end is carefully polished steel, balanced throughout the glaive by embedded designs of the same material. These designs spell out in a cryptic language the name of the spear's maker, Firwight, its past and its hopeful future. Kae cannot read what the designs say, nor can anyone else who has seen them. Most likely, the smith created the language they are in himself. And most likely, he is dead by now.
Enchantments-
- There is a light wind-based enchantment on this glaive, placed only so that the air in high speed and force around the blade will not erode it and the steel will stay sharp.
{Armour Information}
Flying Suit
- Sewn for the most part of beaten, fresh-smelling leather, this suit was tailored exactly to Kae's lanky shape. It consists of three pieces. First: a headpiece strangely resembling a pilot's cap, including wide black goggles and chin flaps that she never ties. Most of the time she wears these goggles pushed up on her forehead. Then: a loose breastpiece ending somewhere around her midriff, also leather and covering her torso from her collarbones to her last rib. And last: a toughened hip piece that extends into a garment covering the backs of her legs, padded carefully and ending at about her ankles, where it's wrapped around the beginnings of her boots.
Enchantments
- Every inch covered by an interesting wind incantation, this armor is strictly arrow-proof. When Kae feels threatened while aloft, a strange sort of force field made of strong outward breeze emits from the suit. This wind force is enough to slow down arrows to the point that they are useless by the time they are repelled again by the tough leather.
{Accessory Information}
None.
{Physical Description}
Tall and ungainly, Kae is seemingly graceless on land, constantly tripping over herself (or other things) and colliding with other people. She makes up for her clumsiness with grace of speech. Her fondness for words makes her an interesting person with which to have a conversation. Accompanying her ever-moving mouth on a tan-skinned face are a somewhat average nose and a pair of short-lashed brown eyes. Her hair is also a shade of tawny brown and is usually plastered to her head by her cap, but when released is tufty and light. It is cut off at about her chin.
Though her body is lanky, her hands and feet are rather large and her fingers are a bit longer than usual. Each of these fingers is complimented by a mood ring. She likes to freeze the mood rings every night so that they are a shade of confused yellow all day long. There are two very small white chicken feathers threaded into silver rings which she wears as earrings.
Under her flying suit, she consistently wears white long-sleeved shirts and slightly beaten blue jeans. She tucks her jeans tackily into a pair of heavy spurred brown boots. The spurs aren't used, so no one really knows why she doesn't take them out.
Her expressions can usually be defined as "cuddly," even when she's upset. When surprised, her eyes widen quite a bit and her mouth forms a cliche "O". When particularly sad, she smiles to cheer up those around her, and when she's happy, she sometimes looks as if she's about to cry. But get to know her, and you'll know what she's feeling no matter what she wants you to think. She hates it, but you can read this girl like a book.
{Background}
Her birthplace is the Confines, named by her mother, a dank, horrid series of underground chambers locked away from the light. This rather morbid home was hers only because her parents, chefs in a noble home in Wisconsin, demanded extra pay to support her pregnant mother. They received their pay in the form of a sneer and a banishment, justified to authorities by way of a false crime. As a result Kae was born in and grew up in these deserted corridors. Throughout this life she didn't really know that there was a better way to grow up out there on the surface, and so she didn't lament it, becoming aquainted with the darkness instead and growing to like it.
When she was eight she was given a chance out of her willing prison in the form of a carelessly unlocked door, and took it purely out of curiosity, leaving her parents behind. Thus she was awakened, not rudely, to the real world. The exit corridor came up into the very house of the noble family her mother and father had been thrown out of the presence of, and here, amongst a new generation of nobles, she was adored, mistaken for a child who'd wandered in from outside, and immediately adopted in an unorthodox fashion: a bath. Newly cleansed and then fed by a new set of "parents," she eventually grew to forget her old ones, welcomed so kindly into the family that she rarely even thought of them. She was given room to develop freely (resulting in her eccentric appearance) and on her tenth birthday, she discovered a personal skill she hadn't known of. She was digging through the attic of the old manse, seeking a picture frame she had made for her "mother," when she discovered a locked chest. For a while she pawed around for a key, but there wasn't one, and she desperately wanted to know what was in the chest. So she placed a hand on the lock... and it opened. Too excited to be surprised, she reached into the padded chest and pulled out a misty white egg that was as heavy as if it was solid, though the interior, vaguely visible through the somewhat translucent outside, shifted when she moved it.
She was still looking at the pretty egg when it spoke to her.
Did you know that you are special? it said to her, clearly, its voice ringing in her skull.
She shook her head.
You are. You can open things that don't want to be opened.
Disbelieving, she shook her head again. But then, the lock...
But I have a challenge for you. You can open things that don't want to be opened, Kaelis Marian Jhonas. But what about things that do? Can you open me?
So she tried, and bewilderment, the egg cracked and exploded in a shower of white shell. And slithering from the interior was a slinky, wet dragon with dully glittering green scales.
She presented the dragon, dubbed Torrix, to the family (needless to say, the picture frame was forgotten) and was promptly cast out of it, with only the words, "We won't have that here. Get out."
So for the next five years, she hid with the dragon in the forests of Wisconsin, eating washed-up fish left by the birds around the various lakes and whatever meat she could catch. For two years, the dragon grew (slowly) until it was half her size, rather malnutritioned but growing nevertheless. But when she was twelve she came across a cabin in the forest, entered through the locked and bolted door, and pleaded food from the man who lived there.
He was a very old man, and not exactly friendly, though he was caring in his gruff way. Not only did he feed the child, he provided for Torrix the dragon as well, generously so. And in his little cabin in the woods he began to make her things, first a hat, then a saddle for the slowly growing dragon that would not fit him until he was large enough to fly on, and then the suit she wears every day since that one. He provided her with clothing, shelter, and property on which to train for the next entire few years, all made and earned by himself. In a way he was more of a father to her than both that she'd had in the past. Daily, he challenged her abilities and her dragon's.
It was at the little cabin in the woods that she received her invitation letter to the Academy and accepted it. By that time Torrix had grown to about the size of a horse, able to shakingly fly but definitely incapable of carrying anything. As a goodbye present, the old man in the woods- for he'd never given her a name to call him- gave her a special sealed locket, which, even with her powers, she was unable to open. The last she heard from him when she departed was a sultry cackle and the words, "Come back when you've seen the picture inside that locket, young lady. I'll show you something else."
Now that she has located the school, she intends to assume her studies as quickly and efficiently as possible.
{Picture}
None.
