Embers of the Unchaste
02-08-15, 08:53 AM
Name: Adena
Age: 20
Race: Creone
Adena keeps her hair cropped short. The whisps of deep brown fall just below her ears and frame her round face. Her features are typical of her family, but tend to add a youthfulness to her appearance the leads many to believe her younger than she is. Her large eyes are a deep gray and usually filled with wonder. She is petite, just under 168 cm and around 53 kg.
Adena was born into tradition. Every meal, ever conception, ever moment of every day was planned long before her birth. The Creone pride themselves on legitimacy and order. As cousin of the king, Adena's father was no different. If anything, the closeness to the throne forced him to push harder to insure no scandal touched his doorstep.
Her schooling began officially at age four. Adena was a star pupil, picking up languages and math skills at a rate that kept her parents proud. She showed an early aptitude in the magical arts and by nine was well versed in basic sorcery.
Unbeknownst to Adena, whispers were beginning to fill the streets. The king had lain with his wife for eight years and no child had yet been born. Already there were murmurs of who would take the throne should a male heir not appear before the queen hit an inappropriate age to mother.
Adena took little notice when her tutoring stopped. It was not unusual for a mother to pull her daughter close to learn the household skills once the child knew basic magic and literacy. The girl was blissfully unaware when her former nannies, teachers, and playmates disappeared.
She would never know how many died before the plan even began.
The night her father first told her, Adena nearly laughed. Surely he could not believe the people of the kingdom simple enough to ignore the obvious. He quieted her arguments with one simple point. The people could not handle another regime change. Only this plan would ensure the family remained in power.
And so, the next morning, Adena's hair was chopped off. Her near-budding breasts were wrapped painfully in tight cloth to stunt their growth. A special potion was brewed, that if taken daily would hopefully put off any chance of true womanhood finding her. In hours, Aden was born.
His days were filled with new studies. Law, diplomacy, lectures on trade and tradition. He spent his nights learning wield a sword and shield. The day would come soon enough that this training was needed. The king had begun to accept that even with the help of concubines, his hope of fathering a child would never come to fruition. He jumped wholeheartedly into the plan, giving his own attention to his beloved nephew. The soon to be king, Aden.
Abilities:
The royal scam: Once per thread Aden can create an illusion of a second human attacker. This person may change shape or size depending on the opponent, but cannot do any damage. The illusion lasts for two posts. While the person may vary in age and stature, they cannot exceed the height/weight of a grown man.
The Embers: Adena has developed a connection to fire. She can cause it to extinguish or grow slowly. A candle can become a torch in half a minute, but to consume a room would take over an hour. She could also put a candle out immediately, but to stop a blazing forest fire would take all day and leave her exhausted. Adena can hold fire in her hand and throw it as needed The amount she can pick up is no bigger than her palm (similar to the size of a softball). Her skin has not yet become super resistant to heat, so she can only throw 3 fireballs a day.
The change: Aden can strengthen any sword in his possession by one tier of strength for a single post once per thread.
Items: Aden has the palace's arsenal at his aid for quests, but in battle relies solely upon his own iron longsword.
Age: 20
Race: Creone
Adena keeps her hair cropped short. The whisps of deep brown fall just below her ears and frame her round face. Her features are typical of her family, but tend to add a youthfulness to her appearance the leads many to believe her younger than she is. Her large eyes are a deep gray and usually filled with wonder. She is petite, just under 168 cm and around 53 kg.
Adena was born into tradition. Every meal, ever conception, ever moment of every day was planned long before her birth. The Creone pride themselves on legitimacy and order. As cousin of the king, Adena's father was no different. If anything, the closeness to the throne forced him to push harder to insure no scandal touched his doorstep.
Her schooling began officially at age four. Adena was a star pupil, picking up languages and math skills at a rate that kept her parents proud. She showed an early aptitude in the magical arts and by nine was well versed in basic sorcery.
Unbeknownst to Adena, whispers were beginning to fill the streets. The king had lain with his wife for eight years and no child had yet been born. Already there were murmurs of who would take the throne should a male heir not appear before the queen hit an inappropriate age to mother.
Adena took little notice when her tutoring stopped. It was not unusual for a mother to pull her daughter close to learn the household skills once the child knew basic magic and literacy. The girl was blissfully unaware when her former nannies, teachers, and playmates disappeared.
She would never know how many died before the plan even began.
The night her father first told her, Adena nearly laughed. Surely he could not believe the people of the kingdom simple enough to ignore the obvious. He quieted her arguments with one simple point. The people could not handle another regime change. Only this plan would ensure the family remained in power.
And so, the next morning, Adena's hair was chopped off. Her near-budding breasts were wrapped painfully in tight cloth to stunt their growth. A special potion was brewed, that if taken daily would hopefully put off any chance of true womanhood finding her. In hours, Aden was born.
His days were filled with new studies. Law, diplomacy, lectures on trade and tradition. He spent his nights learning wield a sword and shield. The day would come soon enough that this training was needed. The king had begun to accept that even with the help of concubines, his hope of fathering a child would never come to fruition. He jumped wholeheartedly into the plan, giving his own attention to his beloved nephew. The soon to be king, Aden.
Abilities:
The royal scam: Once per thread Aden can create an illusion of a second human attacker. This person may change shape or size depending on the opponent, but cannot do any damage. The illusion lasts for two posts. While the person may vary in age and stature, they cannot exceed the height/weight of a grown man.
The Embers: Adena has developed a connection to fire. She can cause it to extinguish or grow slowly. A candle can become a torch in half a minute, but to consume a room would take over an hour. She could also put a candle out immediately, but to stop a blazing forest fire would take all day and leave her exhausted. Adena can hold fire in her hand and throw it as needed The amount she can pick up is no bigger than her palm (similar to the size of a softball). Her skin has not yet become super resistant to heat, so she can only throw 3 fireballs a day.
The change: Aden can strengthen any sword in his possession by one tier of strength for a single post once per thread.
Items: Aden has the palace's arsenal at his aid for quests, but in battle relies solely upon his own iron longsword.