Iras Sarwing
01-29-08, 01:42 AM
Name: Iras Sarwing
Apparent age: 15
Age: Unknown
Race: Appears Elvin
Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 140 lbs
Personality: Nice, quiet, and deadly. Iras is nice to those she likes, but woe to those who get on her bad side. She tends to keep to herself so it takes time to get to know her. However, cross her once and she will never forget it.
Appearance: With waist long blue hair, Iras is very easy to pick out in a crowd. Her attire is usually a white form fitting robe.
Skills:
Swordsmanship: Iras is a above average in wielding her blade. With all the practice she’s had, it feels like a natural extension of her arm.
Iri-Garu Mahou: Ru-kousen: Translates into “Forbidden Magic: Red Beam” With the incantation, she brings fire magic to her hand and fires it at her enemies. It doesn’t burn, but is just destructive. It’s power varies but usually feels like a sledgehammer to the small area.
Flight: When Iras has her wings out, she is able to fly for a limited time. Currently she’s only able to carry herself.
Senpuu Sword: Iras is able to swing her sword as though she was wielding it without actually touching the blade. However, this control can only last for a little while and the blade cannot travel more then six feet away from her in any direction.
Equipment:
Silverwind: The name of Iras’ long sword. It doesn’t appear to have any magical abilities but Iras is never seen without it.
History:
The clash of steel echoed through the castle’s hallways. The assault of the demon’s came as a surprise, but thanks to the speed of the Royal Guard, the king and queen remained alive. However, there was no escape from the throne room. The entirety of the castle was surrounded by scrying spells and any that tried to breach the walls were quickly ambushed by Stalkers.
“The battle draws near. Are you ready Iras?”
The male Guard turned to his much younger female companion. She stood staring at the door. Her face betrayed no emotion that stirred in her mind. At times like this, he wondered if she truly was an elf or not. She seemed too battle hardened for her apparent age, but she never spoke of her past before enlisting in the Guard. A quick glance at her hand hovering over her blade’s pommel however showed that she was anxious. Her hand kept fidgeting around the handle, constantly clenching it awaiting the moment to let the blade taste the demon’s blood.
The door to the throne room shuddered as the demon’s slammed against it. At the sound, the two Guards drew their blades. The second boom splintered the door, allowing some of the demons’ forms to be seen. The female eye’s widened and her free hand shot forward. The male tried to shout out a warning but it fell onto deaf ears.
“Iri-Garu Mahou: Ru-kousen!”
From Iras’ fingertips, a red beam of light flew to the opening in the door, searing the demon it hit and causing it to recoil into it’s fellows. The male quickly put his hand onto Iras’ shoulder.
“Relax, it’s best not to use those and you know it. They are called Forbidden for a reason. Just wait.”
Slowly, Iras lowered her hand. She mentally condoned herself for resorting to her forbidden arts, but they came to her naturally. Unlike the others, she could easily tap into the magic of these ‘Forbidden Magics’. This could be just because of her heritage though. Suddenly, something drew Iras from her mind and it took a moment to register what was wrong. Suddenly, it came to her. The sounds of battle, of the demon’s battle cry… All were silent. A sob came from behind her as the queen succumbed to her fear. Comforting words came from her husband, but they did no good.
Without warning, the door burst to splinters, forcing the two guards to shield their eyes. Once the dust settled, they could see just one solitary figure.
“You!”
The male guard stepped forward, the grip on his blade tightening with the step.
“Why are you doing this to your own king and queen you swore to protect?”
Mocking laughter was all the response the robbed figure gave. Without any incantation, a red beam similar to Iras’ before came from the robed man. It struck the male guard right in the middle of his head. The hole registered his fate. Before the body could hit the ground, Iras made her move. In an instant, she was within striking range of her foe and swinging her sword. However, her target had vanished, reappearing behind her.
Spinning, Iras readied herself to attack again but stopped dead before she attack. Her fallen comrade was in the process of picking himself up. The glaze in his eyes showed it was just an animation spell. However, she was unprepared to have to face up a powerful mage. Once again, laughter came from the robed man.
“It seems I overestimated the Guard. Pity.”
Anger flared through Iras and she quickly gathered magical power to her. Using this power, she burst forward so quickly that the movement seemed instant. As she moved, she swung her blade. However, her former comrade intercepted the blow.
“Attacking a mage from behind? Coward!”
The mage threw his hand back and a gale force blew Iras backwards. Spinning in the air, she decided that now was the time to reveal her true self. Gritting her teeth through the pain, wings of pure white burst through her back. This caused the mage to falter.
“No… not possible…”
The mage finally turned his attention to his opponent and threw a gigantic fireball at her. With her wings out though, Iras was much faster than before and quickly spun out of the way.
“You die here now, mage!”
Iras spat out the last word and flew at the mage. Her former comrade tried to intercept her, but since she was now in her ‘true form’, she easily pushed him aside. The target of her attack grew closer, and soon… nothing. Stunned, Iras looked at her surroundings. Where once there was castle walls, now there was nothing. Fear clutched at Iras, something that didn’t happen often. Then, from everywhere came his voice, the voice of the traitorous mage.
“You are a strong one. Too strong for my liking. May you rot in this eternal nothingness!”
Mocking laughter filled Iras’ head until it faded away. Then, there was nothing. She tried to speak, but no words would come out of her mouth. Only her thoughts kept her company, until even that too seemed to fade into nothing. She was going to die here. After so long of fighting it, she finally accepted her fate and closed her eyes.
A bright light shone through Iras’ eyelids, forcing her to open her eyes. A blue sky met her and she was taken aback. Where was she? How did she escape her nothingness? With a moan, she closed her eyes again. However, a voice spoke to her and she instantly opened them again.
“Hey, you’re awake.”
Looking around, she saw a man in a robe standing nearby. He seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t think of any reason why. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. She couldn’t recall her name, or her past. All she could remember was blackness, and a faint laugh.
“What’s your name, elf?”
Glaring at the man, Iras stood up.
“I… don’t remember…”
“Amnesia huh? Well…”
The mage pulled out a blade and recognition registered on Iras’ face.
“According to this blade, your name is Iras Sarwing.”
With a toss, he returned the blade to its owner, who effortlessly caught it and sheathed it.
“Now, I’m curious how I was able to summon you… Kind of odd to summon something living from this type of circle.”
Shocked, Iras looked down and saw she was in a circle of blood and bones.
“A necromancer…”
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she pointed her left hand at the man. Before he could do anything, she cast her spell.
“Iri-Garu Mahou: Ru-kousen!”
A red beam shot out of her fingertips and hit the mage. Without a word, the necromancer dropped to the ground. Although he wasn’t dead, the beam knocked the man unconscious. After a few moments, Iras regained herself and wandered away from the man’s summoning circle. The magic she used just seemed to come to her, but she couldn’t recall being taught the spell. Suddenly, it dawned on her. Just as she had forgot her name, she must have forgotten other things as well.
“Well… Nothing I can do about it but wait…”
With a sigh, she began to walk to the only city in sight. She had to remember who she was and where she came from. And while she walked, a haunting laughter seemed to fill her mind.
Apparent age: 15
Age: Unknown
Race: Appears Elvin
Hair color: Blue
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 140 lbs
Personality: Nice, quiet, and deadly. Iras is nice to those she likes, but woe to those who get on her bad side. She tends to keep to herself so it takes time to get to know her. However, cross her once and she will never forget it.
Appearance: With waist long blue hair, Iras is very easy to pick out in a crowd. Her attire is usually a white form fitting robe.
Skills:
Swordsmanship: Iras is a above average in wielding her blade. With all the practice she’s had, it feels like a natural extension of her arm.
Iri-Garu Mahou: Ru-kousen: Translates into “Forbidden Magic: Red Beam” With the incantation, she brings fire magic to her hand and fires it at her enemies. It doesn’t burn, but is just destructive. It’s power varies but usually feels like a sledgehammer to the small area.
Flight: When Iras has her wings out, she is able to fly for a limited time. Currently she’s only able to carry herself.
Senpuu Sword: Iras is able to swing her sword as though she was wielding it without actually touching the blade. However, this control can only last for a little while and the blade cannot travel more then six feet away from her in any direction.
Equipment:
Silverwind: The name of Iras’ long sword. It doesn’t appear to have any magical abilities but Iras is never seen without it.
History:
The clash of steel echoed through the castle’s hallways. The assault of the demon’s came as a surprise, but thanks to the speed of the Royal Guard, the king and queen remained alive. However, there was no escape from the throne room. The entirety of the castle was surrounded by scrying spells and any that tried to breach the walls were quickly ambushed by Stalkers.
“The battle draws near. Are you ready Iras?”
The male Guard turned to his much younger female companion. She stood staring at the door. Her face betrayed no emotion that stirred in her mind. At times like this, he wondered if she truly was an elf or not. She seemed too battle hardened for her apparent age, but she never spoke of her past before enlisting in the Guard. A quick glance at her hand hovering over her blade’s pommel however showed that she was anxious. Her hand kept fidgeting around the handle, constantly clenching it awaiting the moment to let the blade taste the demon’s blood.
The door to the throne room shuddered as the demon’s slammed against it. At the sound, the two Guards drew their blades. The second boom splintered the door, allowing some of the demons’ forms to be seen. The female eye’s widened and her free hand shot forward. The male tried to shout out a warning but it fell onto deaf ears.
“Iri-Garu Mahou: Ru-kousen!”
From Iras’ fingertips, a red beam of light flew to the opening in the door, searing the demon it hit and causing it to recoil into it’s fellows. The male quickly put his hand onto Iras’ shoulder.
“Relax, it’s best not to use those and you know it. They are called Forbidden for a reason. Just wait.”
Slowly, Iras lowered her hand. She mentally condoned herself for resorting to her forbidden arts, but they came to her naturally. Unlike the others, she could easily tap into the magic of these ‘Forbidden Magics’. This could be just because of her heritage though. Suddenly, something drew Iras from her mind and it took a moment to register what was wrong. Suddenly, it came to her. The sounds of battle, of the demon’s battle cry… All were silent. A sob came from behind her as the queen succumbed to her fear. Comforting words came from her husband, but they did no good.
Without warning, the door burst to splinters, forcing the two guards to shield their eyes. Once the dust settled, they could see just one solitary figure.
“You!”
The male guard stepped forward, the grip on his blade tightening with the step.
“Why are you doing this to your own king and queen you swore to protect?”
Mocking laughter was all the response the robbed figure gave. Without any incantation, a red beam similar to Iras’ before came from the robed man. It struck the male guard right in the middle of his head. The hole registered his fate. Before the body could hit the ground, Iras made her move. In an instant, she was within striking range of her foe and swinging her sword. However, her target had vanished, reappearing behind her.
Spinning, Iras readied herself to attack again but stopped dead before she attack. Her fallen comrade was in the process of picking himself up. The glaze in his eyes showed it was just an animation spell. However, she was unprepared to have to face up a powerful mage. Once again, laughter came from the robed man.
“It seems I overestimated the Guard. Pity.”
Anger flared through Iras and she quickly gathered magical power to her. Using this power, she burst forward so quickly that the movement seemed instant. As she moved, she swung her blade. However, her former comrade intercepted the blow.
“Attacking a mage from behind? Coward!”
The mage threw his hand back and a gale force blew Iras backwards. Spinning in the air, she decided that now was the time to reveal her true self. Gritting her teeth through the pain, wings of pure white burst through her back. This caused the mage to falter.
“No… not possible…”
The mage finally turned his attention to his opponent and threw a gigantic fireball at her. With her wings out though, Iras was much faster than before and quickly spun out of the way.
“You die here now, mage!”
Iras spat out the last word and flew at the mage. Her former comrade tried to intercept her, but since she was now in her ‘true form’, she easily pushed him aside. The target of her attack grew closer, and soon… nothing. Stunned, Iras looked at her surroundings. Where once there was castle walls, now there was nothing. Fear clutched at Iras, something that didn’t happen often. Then, from everywhere came his voice, the voice of the traitorous mage.
“You are a strong one. Too strong for my liking. May you rot in this eternal nothingness!”
Mocking laughter filled Iras’ head until it faded away. Then, there was nothing. She tried to speak, but no words would come out of her mouth. Only her thoughts kept her company, until even that too seemed to fade into nothing. She was going to die here. After so long of fighting it, she finally accepted her fate and closed her eyes.
A bright light shone through Iras’ eyelids, forcing her to open her eyes. A blue sky met her and she was taken aback. Where was she? How did she escape her nothingness? With a moan, she closed her eyes again. However, a voice spoke to her and she instantly opened them again.
“Hey, you’re awake.”
Looking around, she saw a man in a robe standing nearby. He seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t think of any reason why. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. She couldn’t recall her name, or her past. All she could remember was blackness, and a faint laugh.
“What’s your name, elf?”
Glaring at the man, Iras stood up.
“I… don’t remember…”
“Amnesia huh? Well…”
The mage pulled out a blade and recognition registered on Iras’ face.
“According to this blade, your name is Iras Sarwing.”
With a toss, he returned the blade to its owner, who effortlessly caught it and sheathed it.
“Now, I’m curious how I was able to summon you… Kind of odd to summon something living from this type of circle.”
Shocked, Iras looked down and saw she was in a circle of blood and bones.
“A necromancer…”
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she pointed her left hand at the man. Before he could do anything, she cast her spell.
“Iri-Garu Mahou: Ru-kousen!”
A red beam shot out of her fingertips and hit the mage. Without a word, the necromancer dropped to the ground. Although he wasn’t dead, the beam knocked the man unconscious. After a few moments, Iras regained herself and wandered away from the man’s summoning circle. The magic she used just seemed to come to her, but she couldn’t recall being taught the spell. Suddenly, it dawned on her. Just as she had forgot her name, she must have forgotten other things as well.
“Well… Nothing I can do about it but wait…”
With a sigh, she began to walk to the only city in sight. She had to remember who she was and where she came from. And while she walked, a haunting laughter seemed to fill her mind.