Mari
09-26-16, 01:02 PM
*This Journal is a WIP*
Name: Amari Ciel L’Olfsden
Nickname/Alias: Mari, Ahri
Age: 28
Race: Human
Height: 158cm
Weight: 54 kg
Occupation: Street Rat
Personality: Submissive, Feisty, Distrustful
Appearance: Slim, slightly malnourished, busty, hippy, bright green eyes, fiery red hair
SKILLS
Pick pocketing
Being abandoned in the slums of rubbletown meant one of two things, learn to fend for yourself, or die. It's only natural to pick up such a subset of skills such as pick pocketing and thievery
ABILITIES
Flowermancy
Amari can control flowers, not plants, just the flowers. She can move them with sheer will, make them float, blossom, or die. She can only affect the flowers and pedals themselves. At best, she could use it as a distraction. She can manipulate several hundred flowers at once should she choose.
EQUIPMENT
Weapons
Rusty Dagger
A rusty and worn dagger that was discarded. It’s uses are limited, but useful - used as a makeshift tool it can open tins, cut rope, fetid fruits and meats, and in a pinch - as an intimidation tactic.
HISTORY
L’olsden, a noble family nestled in the upper class residencies of Salvar. Father, deceased mother, son, and daughter, and what a disappointment that daughter is. Her Fiery red hair a sure sign of her mother's infidelity. It seemed that Amari was cursed from birth. Not only being born of sin - but of the unspeakable, the (somethingerather) of magic. Was it useful magic? No. Was it dangerous? No. Unless you were allergic to flowers, then perhaps - it’d cause mild discomfort.
Amari ciel L’Olsfden wielded the not-so-powerful ability of Florakinesis. What was that? Oh...Yes. Amari has the power to control flowers telepathically. Not plants, nor vines, or trees. Just flowers. About as useful as a a kick to the face of a (insert really strong race reference here fuck I odn’tk now its 3 am) It never bought any good to her, only the ire of her father, and the shame of her older brother.
Whilst out for a’rebellious stroll’ outside the family estate, Amari was taken, and held ransom. Her Daddy-o; The Duke of douchebaggery didn’t bother answering. Why would he? Her very existence was a reminder of his wifes infidelity and was the cause of her death. Then there was the flowermancy, magic being forbidden - it was better to have her ‘disappear’; her father being a cheap man - would never have paid to have her ‘disposed of’ so this was just gratuitous circumstance in his eyes.
*WIP*
At age 25 Amari finally settled down in the slums of rubbletown. Her vibrant, crimson hair tied up in a messy bun and hidden by a soiled cloth. Avoiding attention where possible was not only preferable, but necessary for survival. Her busty chest bound with cloth and rope - to avoid the ever searching eyes of the slave traders. Being a noble, and closeted to the finer pleasures of life, Amari was of virgin blood. An oddity at her age to be sure. She has spent the last 3 years here, scrounging for food, talking her away around the rare hot meal and warm bed, and avoiding any serious trouble.
Alas...
Amari with her sharp tongue, defiance and stubbornness often finds herself in some form of trouble or turmoil within the slums. She has an odd sense of justice, often siding with the underdog, or whomever she feels is ‘right’ at the time. Regardless of their moral ground.
Name: Amari Ciel L’Olfsden
Nickname/Alias: Mari, Ahri
Age: 28
Race: Human
Height: 158cm
Weight: 54 kg
Occupation: Street Rat
Personality: Submissive, Feisty, Distrustful
Appearance: Slim, slightly malnourished, busty, hippy, bright green eyes, fiery red hair
SKILLS
Pick pocketing
Being abandoned in the slums of rubbletown meant one of two things, learn to fend for yourself, or die. It's only natural to pick up such a subset of skills such as pick pocketing and thievery
ABILITIES
Flowermancy
Amari can control flowers, not plants, just the flowers. She can move them with sheer will, make them float, blossom, or die. She can only affect the flowers and pedals themselves. At best, she could use it as a distraction. She can manipulate several hundred flowers at once should she choose.
EQUIPMENT
Weapons
Rusty Dagger
A rusty and worn dagger that was discarded. It’s uses are limited, but useful - used as a makeshift tool it can open tins, cut rope, fetid fruits and meats, and in a pinch - as an intimidation tactic.
HISTORY
L’olsden, a noble family nestled in the upper class residencies of Salvar. Father, deceased mother, son, and daughter, and what a disappointment that daughter is. Her Fiery red hair a sure sign of her mother's infidelity. It seemed that Amari was cursed from birth. Not only being born of sin - but of the unspeakable, the (somethingerather) of magic. Was it useful magic? No. Was it dangerous? No. Unless you were allergic to flowers, then perhaps - it’d cause mild discomfort.
Amari ciel L’Olsfden wielded the not-so-powerful ability of Florakinesis. What was that? Oh...Yes. Amari has the power to control flowers telepathically. Not plants, nor vines, or trees. Just flowers. About as useful as a a kick to the face of a (insert really strong race reference here fuck I odn’tk now its 3 am) It never bought any good to her, only the ire of her father, and the shame of her older brother.
Whilst out for a’rebellious stroll’ outside the family estate, Amari was taken, and held ransom. Her Daddy-o; The Duke of douchebaggery didn’t bother answering. Why would he? Her very existence was a reminder of his wifes infidelity and was the cause of her death. Then there was the flowermancy, magic being forbidden - it was better to have her ‘disappear’; her father being a cheap man - would never have paid to have her ‘disposed of’ so this was just gratuitous circumstance in his eyes.
*WIP*
At age 25 Amari finally settled down in the slums of rubbletown. Her vibrant, crimson hair tied up in a messy bun and hidden by a soiled cloth. Avoiding attention where possible was not only preferable, but necessary for survival. Her busty chest bound with cloth and rope - to avoid the ever searching eyes of the slave traders. Being a noble, and closeted to the finer pleasures of life, Amari was of virgin blood. An oddity at her age to be sure. She has spent the last 3 years here, scrounging for food, talking her away around the rare hot meal and warm bed, and avoiding any serious trouble.
Alas...
Amari with her sharp tongue, defiance and stubbornness often finds herself in some form of trouble or turmoil within the slums. She has an odd sense of justice, often siding with the underdog, or whomever she feels is ‘right’ at the time. Regardless of their moral ground.