| Sage (Trait-Based NPC); Elf Mage [Approved] | |
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| Merc | Oct 2 2014, 07:53 PM Post #1 |
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![]() General Info Name: Sage Age: 25 Race: Elf Gender: Female Sexuality: N/A Physical Info Height: 5'5" Weight: 130lbs Hair: White Eyes: Orange Skin: Pale Build: Thin General: See picture. Personality Info Likes: Being alone, quiet places, sleeping, etc. Dislikes: Men, cooking, cleaning, all the other things she is forced to do... Goals: None. General: While she was once a free spirit, Sage has been broken. She no longer has hopes, dreams, goals. She no longer bothered to try to run away or stand up for herself when someone treats her improperly (which happens often). Where there was once a compassionate, empathetic person, there is now a hollow shell. A shadow of what once was - even her oddly colored eyes reflect the fact that she is essentially dead. She is also terribly, terribly afraid of men, for good reason. Historical Info Sage is an elf, born into a nomadic clan of elves that were not entirely like the Dalish and not entirely unlike them at the same time. They were gypsy like, bouncing between pedaling in the streets, picking pockets, or genuinely entertaining folks for a bit of coin, always dressed in differently, in brightly colored clothing to draw the eye. They were once a thriving band of entertainers and thieves, but then the Blight happened. They happened to be inside the city of Gwaren when the Blight broke, and the troupe of elves decided to stay inside the protective walls - decided to wait it out in hopes that they could make a living while also staying out of the way of the darkspawn, and by not drawing too much negative attention to themselves and their thieving ways. Sage was just an infant while all of this was happening, a welcome addition to the clan and a rare one - with snow white hair and fiery orange eyes. She was a beautiful little thing, from the day that she was born they swooned over her flawless skin and silky hair, and this fawning would continue as she grew. The girl would learn much of her heritage, particularly the art of fortune telling, which she excelled at. Many referred to her as a witch, albeit in a positive manner as they viewed her craft as anything but malicious, due to her use of her magic to levitate the cards and other such things to enhance the little shows she put on. Time would pass. Sage got older. The world became a darker place because of the Blight, which cast Gwaren into chaos. They troupe lived in the streets, barely able to afford to feed themselves. Times were dire, the young elf was getting scrawnier by the day, and the group was falling apart at the seams because they were just so hungry and desperate. Then, a ray of light shone upon them - a wealthy dwarven noble offered to take the children in, to feed them, cloth them, care for them. The elves were skeptical at first, but they were also very desperate. The dwarf seemed genuine in his offer, even offered them some coin to help those that remained behind, so the elves were eventually won over by the doting dwarf and the majority of their young -including Sage - were sent to live with the nobles. Or so they thought. In truth, the man was anything but noble, in title or otherwise, and what they arrived to was not a sprawling mansion that could provide to them, but an auction. A slave auction. Pretty little Sage brought the main a fair bit of coin, and the other children were rather easily sold off as well - some to be assassins, thieves, miners, prostitutes, or just plain slaves. Of all the people that wanted to purchase Sage, a former templar just happened to be the one with enough to actually do so - rendering her magic useless. She tried to escape from him various times but was always met with the same brutal fate. As she, she is forced to simply remain a slave to this man, using her magic as parlor tricks to amuse him and his dirty old friends - often left to contemplate if she should just end her life and be done with it. Time has passed, and she has long accepted that this is how life is. Hopeless. Dark. Bleak. She is not longer a whole person, merely a remnant of someone that she used to be long ago. Combat Info Items/Weapons:
SP Used: 75
AP Used: 5 Abilities:
TP Used: 12 Spells/Techniques:
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| Heart | Oct 2 2014, 08:54 PM Post #2 |
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