Post by Soothesayer on May 20, 2012 6:22:58 GMT -5
]----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name: Penthesilea Nymerian fon Lysandus Corthwhile, Lea for short
Race Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Profession: A student of magic, though she far surpasses her teachers
Class Black Mage
Species Skill Adrenaline Rush
Origin: Nobility
Organisation: None
Alignment Lea allies herself only with that which can further her goals. She serves no one but herself (Neutral Evil)
Home Continent: Ivalice Continent
Personality: Haughty, self-assured and fiery, Penthesilea is used to getting whatever she wants when she wants it. She had been given everything as a child, and her noble heritage taught her only that she was assured in everything she did. Nothing has ever been outside of Lea's grasp, aside from the power she truly desires, and even that is drawing ever closer.
Appearance:
Equipment:
- Weapon: An enchanted longsword that allows Lea to cast spells using the blade as an implement
- Item 1: Spellbook- filled with various incantations and rituals. Largely full of empty pages
- Item 2: Pen of Infinite Renewal- An inkwell pen that never runs out of ink. Writings with the pen cannot be erased unless the writer wills it to be. Generally used for spellbooks.
- Goetia Crystal Fragment [KEY ITEM]
- 2,000 Gil
Stats:
Level: 4
HP 400
MP:450
- Strength: 300
- Defense: 200
- Magic: 600
- Magic Defense: 250
- Speed: 250
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Arcane Bolt
- Description: The first of Lea's achievements in the spell-weaving world was learning how to craft her own magics. This blue missile of explosive pain was the end result.
- Damage: +75 damage
- Additional Effects: Shreds the target's Magic Defense by 2.5%
MP Cost: 90mp
Level 2 Slots:
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Level 3 Slots:
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Perks
Magic Mastery (Black Magic)
Wealthy
Alignment [Evil]: +10% Resistance to Dark Element.
Magic
Level 1 Slots
- Fire: +50 Damage. Burn Chance. 10 MP
- Blizzard: +50 Damage. Freeze Chance. 10 MP
- Thunder: +50 Damage. Stun Chance. 10 MP
Level 2 Slots
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Level 3 slots
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Summons:
Experience
44
History:
Her entire life, Penthesilea had a very strong predisposition to magic. Some said she was blessed by the gods, others argued she was cursed with demon's blood or the dark spirit of a long-dead elder mage- but none could deny her prowess with spells. Having been born into the life of a noblewoman, Lea's talent was not only encouraged, but readily funded and maintained. However, alongside her passion for the arcane, she grew a terrible lust for power.
By the time she was thirteen, Penthesilea was welcomed into a prestigious college of mages- where the teachers were supposedly among the greatest minds in all of Ivalice. Lea quickly realized, however, that these doddering old fools were doing little more than holding her back. She was released from the academy on her eighteenth birthday for having completely destroyed two of her elder's careers and endangering the entire school with a botched summoning ritual.
Despite these so-called "setbacks", Lea's passion for magic could not be quelled. Her parents provided her with all necessary materials, test subjects and coin for her talents. They mysteriously disappeared sometime around Penthesilea's twenty-second birthday, thus allowing the girl to inherit her parent's wealth and title as sole owner of the Corthwhile Potion Company.
The company has since been sold into "better" hands, as Lea attempted to imbue several new potions with powerful magics.
Leading side-effects of said potions were as follows: dizziness, light-headedness, indigestion, random marlboro summonings in and/or around the body, boiling flesh and subliminal visions of the End of Days.
Lea is allowed a general stipend of her parent's former company's money so she doesn't attempt to take the company back for herself anytime soon. In the meantime, Penthesilea travels the land in search of true arcane power, and will sacrifice most anything to get it.
RP sample:
"It's not here," she turned to the small man beside her, noting him flinching as she did so. The sorceress ran her long, pale fingers through her hair to keep them from finding their way around her guide's throat. "You said there was no doubt about it."
"Most sincere apologies, m'lady..." Bertrem cringed, inching away from the seething mage. "No one has traveled through this way since the dead began to rise. Perhaps some unholy creature took it- or some other wandering adventurer-"
Penthesilea shot a scathing glare at Bertrem, cutting him off, "Peasant! What sort of abomination would tread through holy ground just to take a scroll?! And no adventurer could have been through here either- there are no tracks leading through the filth of this place aside from ours." Fuming, she scanned the room once again in hopes of finding the prize she had traveled here to retrieve.
"Should I hurl 'im through th' fires of Hell, boss?"
Bertrem jumped, looking around the room with a quick, panicked gaze. A thick, gravelly voice came seemingly from the air next to his charge. Death threats were something the old guide was used to- but voices appearing from nowhere was something he hadn't seen in his fifty-and-some-odd years.
Lea was far less perturbed by the voice, tapping her lip as she pretended to ponder the poor man's fate. "Oh, very well. Just be sure to return him to this plane of existence after he's built up a nice tan. I don't need Asmodius sending me another missive about how I can't just throw whoever I want into his domain."
"You got it, boss," and suddenly Bertrem winked out of existence with nary a word of protest. It was slightly humorous, Lea supposed, that the fiction she had read always depicted men being dragged kicking and screaming to Hades, when in reality they had little more than enough time to take one last sulfur-free breath before appearing in that boiling pit.
Absently, Lea glanced around the room again, making absolutely sure she hadn't simply missed the scroll she had been searching for. Just as she was about to leave, she noted a small, cracking corner of parchment peeping out from behind a fallen rock. With a short, exasperated sigh, she approached the stone, delicately removed it's weight as best as she could and retrieved the fallen scroll from the floor.
I've really got to keep my temper from getting the better of me... She idly chided herself.
"Sespinar!"
A small gout of flame erupted into the air before Lea, revealing an equally small demon of some sort. "Ya called, O Angry One?" it responded in thick, gravelly tones.
Ignoring the small insult, Lea nodded to the imp "Please return Bertrem to his village. I appear to have made a mistake in my anger."
"Do I have's to?"
"Yes. Preferably within the next few seconds."
A short sigh escaped the demon's lips, "What does I look like to ya? An imp whose not lazy?" Seeing the sorceress' features take a menacing turn, Sespinar raised his hands in defeat. "Arrite, arrite- jeez, lady."
At that, the imp disappeared in an unimpressive puff of smoke. Upon Sespinar's departure, Lea greedily scanned the scroll before her. At the moment, it was all gibberish to her- strange letters and symbols scattered across a piece of parchment seemingly at random- but alongside the scroll she knew where to find the key, and she'd be that much closer to the power she lusted so terribly after.
The gods were long due for a replacement, after all.
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