Spirit Hunters
07-21-06, 02:55 AM
Pourquoi the Fortune Teller
Full Name: Pourquoi
Race: Elf
Age: Young (by elf standards)
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Cherry Red
Eye Color: Honey Gold
Height/Weight: Petit
Occupation: Fortune Teller
Appearance
The Sheriff of the small village sat down across from the petite, huddled form. She was an elf. That much he could guess. Her tapered ears came to a gentle point, pierced several times with long, purple, yellow and green charms marking the length of them. Her lips were dark red, and alluring. If she weren't so young -she appeared to be the age of his own daughter, who just recently entered womanhood- he would go as far as to say she was quite a looker. Her pointed chin and softly angled eyes would have shown her to be a natural beauty, if it weren't for the small tattoos that ran from the corners of her honey-golden eyes, to the lobes of her ears, and all along the line of her scalp.
"What do those mean?" he asked, pointing rudely at her face.
"They're spirit hunter markings. All of my kind have them..." She replied, shifting uncomfortably, inches away from the man's chubby, dirty finger.
"So you admit then, that you're a witch? A magic user?" He questioned. When she only shrugged in response, he continued to examine her. The girl's braided hair was a striking reddish-blonde, and made it's way down to the middle of her back. "Who wear's those kindsa clothes anyways? You sure ain't from around here, that's for sure," he concluded. Her long, dark, purple overcoat hugged her tiny form tightly around the waist and shoulders, but was more flowing and open around her legs. The arms of the jacket were loose and billowy around her arms, and hid her delicate hands. The girl apparently did not suffer the cold very well, as the neck of a black, heavy woolen turtleneck poked up through the collar of her overcoat, concealing her slim neck. The silver chain of her pendant glinted in contrast against the dark shirt.
Personality
"Say somethin woman! Gees. You know you're in trouble here, don't ya?"
Sighing in frustration, the exotic elf looked at him for a moment, before turning her eyes away, to the small window. "I hope Qu'est-ce is alright," she said quietly under her breath, genuinely concerned for her companion.
The sheriff leaned back in his chair and tore off a piece of tobacco and began to chew. The quiet elf hadn't given him a single piece of useful information the entire time that she was there, other than the fact that she called herself a "spirit hunter". She asked several times if she might see her friend to make sure he was okay, and seemed more concerned for his wellbeing than her own.
"So tell me. What exactly does a spirit hunter do, M'am? You say you're not here to hurt anyone. Say you're here to save us. Save us from what? You seem like a sweet girl missy, but you had better start giving me some answers."
History
"I told you, I'm a spirit hunter. I hunt spirits. Bad spirits. What more do you want?"
The sheriff leaned across his desk and stared at her hard. "You're tellin me that you and your buddies go around huntin spooks to save people? I don’t buy it. What's a little elf doing with a big guy like that anyways?"
"You mean Qu'est-ce? He’s my friend."
"How'd you meet ‘im? Big guy like that. Seems he’s better suited to battle areener.” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
"About three years ago I guess. I was born in an elven village somewhere outside of Corone. My father died in the dark elven wars, and my mother was a house wife. We didn't have much money, so when I was old enough, I made a living off being a seer."
The Sheriff looked at her blankly.
"A fortune teller. Ever since I was little, I've been able to look at people's auras -their spiritual signatures. By looking at that, I can somewhat gauge what direction that person's life is going to take in the immediate future," She clarified, knowing that most of what she was saying was going right over the bumpkin's head. "Alright, I'll skip ahead a bit. When I was of age, seventy years-old, which I suppose is the equivalent of your sixteen, I met a man who claimed he was a spirit hunter. He went on to tell me that there are dark forces in the world. Creatures that are beyond human understanding, and pose a threat to most honest people's way of life. They come in the form of ghosts, monsters, even some particularly bad people. He told me of his group, operating around Concordia, and even offered for me to join him, saying that my talents could be of use to him, and he could help me develop them.
"I declined of course. Later that year, the winter, our village got hit hard by a particularly bad storm. My mother..."
The girl swallowed hard and took a few moments to continue. "The elders asked me to stay, although with no family, no friends, it didn't feel right. That spring, I found myself in Concordia, and to the man. To the spirit Hunters. I've been with them ever since."
"So that's it huh? Well, I have one question for you. You said you're a fortune teller, right? So what do you see in my future, miss elf?" the sheriff asked smugly, not believing the girl's tale for a minute.
Smiling, the girl stood from her chair, and bowed politely, her eyes darting once again to the window.
"I see, a large form standing at your door, quite angry about this little misunderstanding. I envision that form telling you in a somewhat forceful manner, that it's not always wise to judge people harshly before you get a chance to know them," She leaned in, gaining intensity. "I see... that it's time for me to go. Thank you for your hospitality sir," the woman said politely, bowing again, and moved back, as the door to the sheriff's office exploded in, crashing against the opposite wall, as Qu'est-ce stormed into the room.
An hour later, the three were on their way back to Concordia, laughing all the while.
Skills
Telekinesis - Pourquoi can harness the power of her mind to move objects of up to three pounds at will. Objects move as if being lifted by a hand, and are able to be thrown with a significant amount of force.
(Note, being that she has no weapons, this is also her primary form of attack)
Fortune Telling - Pourquoi can predict the immediate future for up to five minutes of any willing character. Thus, she could not predict the future of an enemy, or in anyway, predict an action made by a hostile creature. She can not predict her own fortune.
Sensitivity – Pourquoi is very sensitive to disturbances in the natural order of things. She can sense unnatural creatures, such as magical beasts, or undead beings if she comes within one-hundred feet of them. This sense comes in the form of instinct or a premonition, and as such, sometimes it turns out to be a false alarm.
Qu'est-ce, NPC
Full Name: Qu'est-ce
Race: Human
Age: Mid-Twenties
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown and Shaggy
Eye Color: Brown
Height/Weight: Tall and Well Built
Occupation: Heavy Knight
Appearance and Personality
Qu'est-ce is a very large, average looking male, with shaggy brown hair, and matching eyes. He is a jovial man, who dislikes tension in a situation. He is light-hearted and looks at Pourquoi as a sister. He is somewhat chubby, but quite muscular. He has two spiraling circles tattooed on his temples.
History
Qu'est-ce says little about his past, claiming that anyone who wanted to hear that tale would be asleep after the first few minutes. He hints that he was part of a militia in his hometown, and joined the spirit hunters soon after his nineteenth birthday. He has been journeying with Pourquoi since then.
Skills
From his time with the militia, Qu'est-ce is no novice in the way of the sword. He possesses no magic, although people claim then when he cooks, it's as if a fireball exploded in their mouths. He is quite strong for a human, finding few human opponents who could beat him in an arm wrestling competition.
Equipment
An old suit of steel chainmail and an iron shield adorn Qu'est-ce's chest and arms, the mail covered by a blue tunic. He wears brown leather leggings, held up by a belt, which also holds the sheath for his steel broadsword. He also carries two backpacks full of adventuring supplies, one for his weaker companion.
Full Name: Pourquoi
Race: Elf
Age: Young (by elf standards)
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Cherry Red
Eye Color: Honey Gold
Height/Weight: Petit
Occupation: Fortune Teller
Appearance
The Sheriff of the small village sat down across from the petite, huddled form. She was an elf. That much he could guess. Her tapered ears came to a gentle point, pierced several times with long, purple, yellow and green charms marking the length of them. Her lips were dark red, and alluring. If she weren't so young -she appeared to be the age of his own daughter, who just recently entered womanhood- he would go as far as to say she was quite a looker. Her pointed chin and softly angled eyes would have shown her to be a natural beauty, if it weren't for the small tattoos that ran from the corners of her honey-golden eyes, to the lobes of her ears, and all along the line of her scalp.
"What do those mean?" he asked, pointing rudely at her face.
"They're spirit hunter markings. All of my kind have them..." She replied, shifting uncomfortably, inches away from the man's chubby, dirty finger.
"So you admit then, that you're a witch? A magic user?" He questioned. When she only shrugged in response, he continued to examine her. The girl's braided hair was a striking reddish-blonde, and made it's way down to the middle of her back. "Who wear's those kindsa clothes anyways? You sure ain't from around here, that's for sure," he concluded. Her long, dark, purple overcoat hugged her tiny form tightly around the waist and shoulders, but was more flowing and open around her legs. The arms of the jacket were loose and billowy around her arms, and hid her delicate hands. The girl apparently did not suffer the cold very well, as the neck of a black, heavy woolen turtleneck poked up through the collar of her overcoat, concealing her slim neck. The silver chain of her pendant glinted in contrast against the dark shirt.
Personality
"Say somethin woman! Gees. You know you're in trouble here, don't ya?"
Sighing in frustration, the exotic elf looked at him for a moment, before turning her eyes away, to the small window. "I hope Qu'est-ce is alright," she said quietly under her breath, genuinely concerned for her companion.
The sheriff leaned back in his chair and tore off a piece of tobacco and began to chew. The quiet elf hadn't given him a single piece of useful information the entire time that she was there, other than the fact that she called herself a "spirit hunter". She asked several times if she might see her friend to make sure he was okay, and seemed more concerned for his wellbeing than her own.
"So tell me. What exactly does a spirit hunter do, M'am? You say you're not here to hurt anyone. Say you're here to save us. Save us from what? You seem like a sweet girl missy, but you had better start giving me some answers."
History
"I told you, I'm a spirit hunter. I hunt spirits. Bad spirits. What more do you want?"
The sheriff leaned across his desk and stared at her hard. "You're tellin me that you and your buddies go around huntin spooks to save people? I don’t buy it. What's a little elf doing with a big guy like that anyways?"
"You mean Qu'est-ce? He’s my friend."
"How'd you meet ‘im? Big guy like that. Seems he’s better suited to battle areener.” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
"About three years ago I guess. I was born in an elven village somewhere outside of Corone. My father died in the dark elven wars, and my mother was a house wife. We didn't have much money, so when I was old enough, I made a living off being a seer."
The Sheriff looked at her blankly.
"A fortune teller. Ever since I was little, I've been able to look at people's auras -their spiritual signatures. By looking at that, I can somewhat gauge what direction that person's life is going to take in the immediate future," She clarified, knowing that most of what she was saying was going right over the bumpkin's head. "Alright, I'll skip ahead a bit. When I was of age, seventy years-old, which I suppose is the equivalent of your sixteen, I met a man who claimed he was a spirit hunter. He went on to tell me that there are dark forces in the world. Creatures that are beyond human understanding, and pose a threat to most honest people's way of life. They come in the form of ghosts, monsters, even some particularly bad people. He told me of his group, operating around Concordia, and even offered for me to join him, saying that my talents could be of use to him, and he could help me develop them.
"I declined of course. Later that year, the winter, our village got hit hard by a particularly bad storm. My mother..."
The girl swallowed hard and took a few moments to continue. "The elders asked me to stay, although with no family, no friends, it didn't feel right. That spring, I found myself in Concordia, and to the man. To the spirit Hunters. I've been with them ever since."
"So that's it huh? Well, I have one question for you. You said you're a fortune teller, right? So what do you see in my future, miss elf?" the sheriff asked smugly, not believing the girl's tale for a minute.
Smiling, the girl stood from her chair, and bowed politely, her eyes darting once again to the window.
"I see, a large form standing at your door, quite angry about this little misunderstanding. I envision that form telling you in a somewhat forceful manner, that it's not always wise to judge people harshly before you get a chance to know them," She leaned in, gaining intensity. "I see... that it's time for me to go. Thank you for your hospitality sir," the woman said politely, bowing again, and moved back, as the door to the sheriff's office exploded in, crashing against the opposite wall, as Qu'est-ce stormed into the room.
An hour later, the three were on their way back to Concordia, laughing all the while.
Skills
Telekinesis - Pourquoi can harness the power of her mind to move objects of up to three pounds at will. Objects move as if being lifted by a hand, and are able to be thrown with a significant amount of force.
(Note, being that she has no weapons, this is also her primary form of attack)
Fortune Telling - Pourquoi can predict the immediate future for up to five minutes of any willing character. Thus, she could not predict the future of an enemy, or in anyway, predict an action made by a hostile creature. She can not predict her own fortune.
Sensitivity – Pourquoi is very sensitive to disturbances in the natural order of things. She can sense unnatural creatures, such as magical beasts, or undead beings if she comes within one-hundred feet of them. This sense comes in the form of instinct or a premonition, and as such, sometimes it turns out to be a false alarm.
Qu'est-ce, NPC
Full Name: Qu'est-ce
Race: Human
Age: Mid-Twenties
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Brown and Shaggy
Eye Color: Brown
Height/Weight: Tall and Well Built
Occupation: Heavy Knight
Appearance and Personality
Qu'est-ce is a very large, average looking male, with shaggy brown hair, and matching eyes. He is a jovial man, who dislikes tension in a situation. He is light-hearted and looks at Pourquoi as a sister. He is somewhat chubby, but quite muscular. He has two spiraling circles tattooed on his temples.
History
Qu'est-ce says little about his past, claiming that anyone who wanted to hear that tale would be asleep after the first few minutes. He hints that he was part of a militia in his hometown, and joined the spirit hunters soon after his nineteenth birthday. He has been journeying with Pourquoi since then.
Skills
From his time with the militia, Qu'est-ce is no novice in the way of the sword. He possesses no magic, although people claim then when he cooks, it's as if a fireball exploded in their mouths. He is quite strong for a human, finding few human opponents who could beat him in an arm wrestling competition.
Equipment
An old suit of steel chainmail and an iron shield adorn Qu'est-ce's chest and arms, the mail covered by a blue tunic. He wears brown leather leggings, held up by a belt, which also holds the sheath for his steel broadsword. He also carries two backpacks full of adventuring supplies, one for his weaker companion.