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Post by WingDing Gaster on Jun 16, 2016 11:46:16 GMT
Profile
Name: Grey Eve Hammerheart Age: 38 Gender: Female Race: Dwarf Height: 4'10'' Weight: 189 lbs Occupation: Priestess of Milova
Rank: Citizen
Basic Appearance
Lady Hammerheart is a stout woman of short stature, with a heavy build and graceful disposition. As a dwarf, she has replaced her muscular build with a robust (and occasionally lumpy) one. She has soft, pouted lips perfectly crafted for leaving innocent kisses and singing the sweetest songs. Grey has full, convex cheeks, rosy and flushed in color and dotted with freckles. Her nose is short and bulbous, tilted upward just slightly and with wide nostrils. Her thick eyebrows are low and soft, and her ears are round and child-like. Grey's gaze is a doe-eyed, curious one, and her eyes are large and brown. Her neck is short and plump, and her shoulders are narrow. She bears a pear-shaped figure, with her thick hips boasting twice as much size as her bust. Her waist is bloated, with a pocket of fat tucked snugly under her breasts (which is normally hidden due to her dress style).. Her thighs are thick and her arms are shapely (as well as capable of giving the greatest hugs).
Grey's hair is a light chestnut brown; it is thick in consistency and its many natural curls and ringlets are meticulously and tediously combed until they meld into gentle waves, which are then loosely braided or left to sway in the wind. When combed all the way and let down, Grey's hair in its entirety reaches to her calf muscles. Flowers are commonly found to be in her hair, whether they be tucked behind her ear to accompany her bangs or scattered all over.
With her sun-kissed freckles and flushed skin, Grey would have you believe that her complexion is a blessing from Den himself. The majority of her body is tanned or otherwise a deep pink, and her cheeks, nose and shoulders bear patches of freckles. The more exposed parts of her body, such as her face, are warm to the touch on account of being stained pink from the constant exposure to sunlight.
Much of Grey's body is covered in hair, excluding her face. Most of the hair is fair and light, such as the layer of hair present on her arms. But it grows darker on her legs, and even thicker under her arms. She chooses not to shave any of it, mostly due to the fact that her Dwarven blood forces it to grow back almost twice as fast and coarse as the average human woman's hair might.
Grey is no warrior, so she does not wear armor. Instead she wears gowns and dresses, most of which are floor-length or close to it. If asked why she chooses to wear gowns, the answer would not be so that she could hide her portly body or the hair that grows on her legs. She would admit, with a proud smile, that she wears gowns simply because she enjoys the sensation of twirling so that the skirt may twirl with her.
Combat Credentials
Combat Style: Grey could not even begin to think of fighting! It would break her heart to bring harm to another living being, even if it were absolutely necessary.
Abilities: As a dwarf, Grey does not have a very high affinity for magic, as her body was meant to be used for battle. She tries her best to put what little magic she has to good use, in an attempt to make up for the fact that she is close to useless in a fight. Grey's most noticeable trait/ability is her ability to communicate freely with animals.
Charm: A form of auramancy, "Charm" is a spell that does exactly what one might expect. It can only be cast when the target is within arm's reach of the caster. When this spell is cast, it can aid in persuading its intended target to trust the caster. Grey can cast the spell in a number of ways, but the most common are through making eye contact with the target at the correct time, or through physical contact. It's not always effective, and is especially more prone to fail when cast on targets with a high willpower and intelligence. Casting the Charm spell while singing leads to a different spell, known as "Siren's Song."
Siren's Song: A variation of the Charm spell, Siren's Song is capable of a much wider range than its parent spell, reaching to about 2 miles in diameter when being cast. It cannot be used on free-thinking beings such as humans or humanoid races. Instead, it is used to attract, calm, and gain the trust of animals and other low-intelligence species. It is possible, however, that casting Siren's Song when a human or otherwise similar humanoid race is within range, they will become mesmerized by the beauty in Grey's magic-assisted voice and will become distracted. If the spell does succeed in persuading a human or humanoid to like Grey, that was simply because they enjoyed her song.
Animal Communication: Also a form of auramancy, this "spell" enables the user unrestricted access to an animal's inner emotions, which essentially works as through the user were reading the animal's mind, as animals do not think with words. In turn, the user can speak to the animal as well as give it any command. Depending on the simplicity of the command, as well as the general intelligence of the animal (the myth that fish only have 3-second memories is an important thing to consider when issuing the command) the task given will be completed every time and with low risk of failure or error.
Restoration Magic: This is a sort of failed-project-recently-picked-up-again sort of magic for Grey. Under the tutelage of Idolan Bell, the previous Surrogate of Milova, Grey attempted to learn Restoration Magic in hopes of healing any sick and injured that she may come across. However, due his untimely death, Grey was struck with a deep depression that ultimately cost her her desire to study Restoration, as it reminded her of her late tutor. However, in recent events, she has decided to give it another try. While she can barely manage to heal a simple scrape, she uses small animals who have been injured as vessels to practice on. Background
Born to a family of architects in a faraway country underground, a land where mining and architecture were the primary industries, Grey was an only child and raised as a noble's daughter on account of her family's history and relations with the founding families of their homeland. As the sole heiress to he Hammerheart way of life, Grey was fated to assume the role of Family Head and continue the family business.
Grey was, all things considered, a strange child. She was quiet and cool, and would always obey. There were no children her age to play with, and she became isolated. But she was praised for her good behavior. In truth, Grey was so good at being good because she hated to disappoint. She hated to see the look of scorn and resent that her superiors might make should she misbehave, even if living the rest of her life underground as the Family Head was the last thing she wanted to do. A small part of her, a naive and foolish part, had hoped that, should she be on her best behavior, once she revealed that she did not wish to stay the backlash would not be as harsh.
It was only a few years before she truly realized that this was not the path that Udel had meant for her to take. But she could not fathom the idea of abandoning her home. Grey hated the idea of being that person that left those who needed her, even if it was at her expense. Not wanting to reveal her true feelings, she contained her desires within her heart, and wept softly at night to level her battling emotions. All she wanted was to rid herself of that place. But there was nowhere to go. And no matter how loudly the world above ground called out to her, she forced herself to cover hear ears and shut out its beckoning.
For years she hid away her true desires, as she could see no way out. Her parents were too old to birth another child, and as the sole heir there would be no one left to take over the position should she leave. She managed to console herself in her darkest moments by believing that, by becoming Family Head, she would be satisfying her parents' wishes, and that it was the right thing to do even if it meant continuing to let herself deteriorate from the inside until there was nothing left of gentle Grey.
However, years later, long after she had given up trying to think of ways of escaping without damaging the fragile system, a gleam of hope found its way into her life. One late night, after weeping out her woes to the empty darkness in her room, she uttered a prayer. Having lost nearly all hope, she cried out into the darkness in a fit of desperation. She begged and pleaded with whatever or whomever might be listening that she might be freed from the shackles that bound her to someone else's fate. Most of it was simply the sobs of a frustrated, upset girl who had finally given up. But, even if she wouldn't admit it at the time, it was a spark of faith. She had believed that something of a higher power was responsible for setting her on the wrong path, and that it was also just as powerful to find a way to undo its mistake. Or perhaps, she thought, it was an act of malice. Young Grey went to bed that evening with a bitter feeling of hopelessness and mockery in her heart, as she felt like she was on the receiving end of a very cruel joke. Hatred had planted a seed in her heart and, as she lay awake with puffy eyes and a leaking nose, it would only grow and grow until, finally, a rare chance of mercy had allowed her to sleep.
And then it came to her, in a dream.
"Grey," a mysterious voice would call out to her, and her dreams would be filled with a comforting light. "My poor Grey...," the voice continued, "You shall weep no more."
Before Grey could ask any questions or focus on who was speaking to her, the warm and comforting light flashed, and Grey found herself sitting in a flowery meadow. Of course, she did not recognize the many different plants such as the grass under her feet or the flowers that decorated the meadow, as she had never seen either of them before in her life.
Perhaps she might have been terrified, or sure that she was going to die (even if she would be fine with that outcome), but Grey instead felt a feeling that she had not felt in a long time. Joy. Comfort. Hope. And she did not dare question it, lest it ruin the feeling.
She was so distracted by her surroundings and her inconceivable joy that she hadn't noticed the stranger standing in the meadow with her. Had she realized, she would have seen a beautiful, colossal woman, with a gentle face draped under the shadow of cloth, and with plentiful arms to carry the weight of the world.
"Grey," the woman's voice addressed her, "you have borne the burden of this life for long enough. I have watched you spend numerous nights alone, isolated, with only your tears to comfort you. And you have done it all for the sake of your family, and for the strangers that you call your neighbors."
Without warning, Grey's gaze involuntarily snapped ahead. A blinding light began to overcome her senses, and she felt as though she were being flung through an endless hole filled with light. Her mind was being filled with visions. Scenes flashed before her eyes. At first incomprehensible, the visions slowly began to run together more smoothly, until Grey could finally put together a picture of what was happening before her.
"Here you see your family. Your mother, your father... and an individual not yet known to you."
Empty words sat dormant in the back of Grey's throat. Before her were indeed her parents; the only two people in the world that she could call her family. And, swaddled in fine cloth in their arms, was a baby. At first, Grey assumed the baby to be herself. After all, her parents were far too old to birth another child, and she was conceived after countless attempts. A "miracle child," they called her. Some miracle.
Confused, Grey sought to ask the woman why she was being shown her past. But the vision pressed on before she could speak.
The vision's point of view altered slightly, giving Grey a better view of the baby in her parents' embrace. In its face, she saw her father. A much younger, less weathered version of her father. It was not until it opened its eyes that she fully realized the baby's identity. Seeing her mother's gaze stare back at her through the swaddled babe, Grey understood that she was witnessing the first moments of that which was her brother's life. Her brother that had not yet been born.
"In time, your parents shall bear a child. A son. A son that gladly takes after the Hammerheart ways."
Grey felt her chest tighten, and her throat began to swell.
"And you, dearest Grey, will be freed. It shall be so."
With these words, Grey began to weep. Not out of sadness, frustration, guilt, or even hopelessness. The realization of the situation finally dawned on her, and, despite the seeds of Hatred in her heart attempting to convince her that it was not going to become reality, Grey was unable to deny the validity of the vision and the woman's words. Her parents would have another child, against all odds, and he would be the one to take on the role as Family Head. And she, now freed from this path, would be able to follow her destiny without any worries.
"Dearest Grey," she heard the voice continue, "you have sacrificed much for these many people. You have presented to the world a love for others, and all, but not for yourself."
It was only then that the light began to fade from Grey's gaze. Before she knew it, she was back in the meadow with the stranger. And it was this time that she could see the stranger for what she truly was. She could only stare at the divine being before her, as feelings of comfort and love washed over her small body.
"I, too, care a great deal for all in this world," Milova spoke, lovingly turning her gaze toward the mysterious sphere that she kept close to her heart. "But it is time you learned the final form of love, Grey."
Before she could continue, the meadow began to fade. Grey, desperately not wanting to leave the side of her savior, called out in desperation. She felt herself being ripped away from that warm, living world of freedom and comfort, as her body began to rapidly sink into the earth below. How she screamed and pleaded for the woman to stop whatever it was that was tearing them apart, but, as all went dark, Grey could only listen as her dream ended, and reality took her once more.
"Learn to love yourself, my Grey. I know you can do it."
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"Love of self, others, and all. These are the three forms of love which Milova has gifted upon us."
Grey watched her mentor, Idolan Bell, as he spoke. Though she sat beside him on the stone steps leading to the council, she still felt it appropriate to look him in the eyes as he continued his lesson. Or, rather, his review.
"Love of others is the first form one is capable of giving," Grey spoke, and though her lips wore a smile her voice was so monotonous that it appeared as though she were reciting a phrase routinely said. "Yes," he nodded, "And what comes next?"
"All," she said with another smile. "Love of all, I mean."
"Excellent." Idolan, the Surrogate of Milova at the time, turned to face his pupil with an approving smile. "And last?"
"Love of self," she replied, hesitating slightly on the last word. Idolan nodded, satisfied with her answer. "I remember when you first came to me, Grey. You had come to me seeking knowledge on the Loving Milova, as she had blessed you with a personal visit, but you had not known her for who she truly was at the time."
Grey nodded, her smile fading slightly. It was true. Years before, her search for answers had lead her to the kingdom of Etirath, a country that was recovering from previously being plagued with political warfare and a tyrannical ruler at the time. Who was the woman that was responsible for saving her? For saving her family? Idolan Bell, who was a mere priest of Milova at the time of their acquaintance, gladly took her into his care and answered her many questions. She surprised him with her readiness to learn, and even more so when she took his teachings and applied them to her use in magic. She claimed to have "brought love to all, even to the animals," as she apparently was able to speak with them. Whatever the case, Idolan took the lost dwarf maiden under his wing, and taught her all he knew of Milova before he was named Surrogate of Milova. But not even his duties as Surrogate would stop him from ensuring that his pupil was well prepared to share the truth of Milova.
The Surrogate rose from the stone steps, gazing down at Grey before leaving her side. "I'm proud of you, Grey. I would stay longer, but they have called for a council. I hope you understand..."
Grey shook her head, stopping him. "I understand completely. I'll see you after it's over."
"Right then. Be well, Grey."
It was unknown to Grey at the time that that would be the last time she would ever see him, as moments after the council had ended Idolan was slain by a priest of Idvesta. But even his death did not sway her from living her life as she thought it ought to be lived. Grey was thrilled enough as it was to be living on the surface, free from the chains that once bound her to a life that she was not meant to live. Despite having a constant reminder of her late mentor's death, Grey chose to stay in Etirath and aid in The Rebirth.
It was love that saved her, and she sought to share love with the people of Etirath in hopes of saving another, just as she had been. Relations
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Post by blacknoise on Jun 17, 2016 4:53:59 GMT
Interesting abilities, for a dwarf. Unless Ser contacts you about the auramancy, since they wrote it up on this site, I think your CS looks great so far. Can't wait to read the rest.
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Post by Annasiel on Jun 18, 2016 11:36:46 GMT
I adore her. I enjoy how you've applied auramancy to animal life; not exactly something I'd fully considered. It's interesting to see a dwarf with auramantic ability, though... not that it's a bad thing, not at all! I did say the magic is able to be accessed in anyone, not only in the Fae descended... I just would have never expected combining dwarves with the ability. xD
Your writing style is, of course, incredible, and your actual text structuring of the character sheet is really appealing to me. Very neat, easily read, almost technical in style. And the imagery! God, the imagery... imagery is my favorite part of writing, and you, my dear lady, can most definitely use it. All in all, I'm most definitely looking forward to your addition to our populace. And Morgne is looking forward to another auramancer to stalk~
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