Ran’chir Avista Y’ndladeva(done)

[Ran'chir]

…The Me You Know…

Name: Ran’chir Avista Y’ndladeva
Nickname: Lafitte
How Old They Look: Twenties
Real Age:854
Gender: Female mostly
Species: Legion(multitude of human spirits with a demon made body )

…The Me You See…

Eyes: Burning Green
Hair: Platinum blond
Skin: Tan
Height:5’5
Weight:129 pounds
Appearance:
Deep rings wind round eyes sunken into madness. Her eyes seem to be the only place upon her face which truly gives her age away for they always appear ten years older than the rest of her face. Hair of gold shines with great intensity until one goes to her roots which have faded to a pristine ivory white color. She is not quick to admit she has slightly darker than her silky olive colored skin freckles around her nose. Though full her darker more maroon lips tend not to be seen quite as quick as her larger very attention grabbing eyes. Sometimes intense green sometimes pale yellow the dark gleam of this mistress stares into world unseen by mortal eyes. Her eyes blaze a vivid and brilliant emerald even in the light of day it is still clear her eyes are visibly fluorescent. Upon her forehead there appears to be a single thin slit like scar just above her eye brows ending just below her hair line. . Bellow her magically preserved visage is her body, often if she is not paying attention one can see the scars around certain body parts which show where she was put together. Though her shape seems hour glass at first upon second glance it’s clear that her hips are the biggest thing on her. A thin and petite midsection tapers up to her quite slim upper body. To her own admission she had very little upper body strength. Though she is not the tallest her limbs tend to seem a tad bit long when compared to her height. And though it is not visible to all, if one whom has the eyes of a demon looks upon her they will see that Noir has wrapped around her waist a blond cat like tail. Depending on her mood the cat like tail can be replaced with that of a demon. The cat like tail is her’s but the tail of the demon tail belongs to Mannaroth. On top of all this more often than not she has a glow to her at night when she is well feed. Her glow depends on her mood most of the time it stays a neutral green color.

Though she is not particularly chesty she does like to flaunt what she does have often her bust is pushed up within a crimson leather cuirass. Her personal favorite is one she has had since she was mortal it is embroidered with black and golden thorns. In her current state it would appear her garments seem far older than she herself but this is simply because the body is new but the soul is old and somewhat stagnant. Cuirass ending just above her naval more leather warps around her waist in the form of an ebon belt with a golden buckle. In the center of her buckle is a gem which glows with the same eerie green glow as her eyes. Slightly wider hips fall down into her slim legs covered with...more crimson silky fabric. What she is wearing is not really a dress but she wraps the fabric around her in a way which allows it to flow and trail a bit behind her. This is how she dresses for herself when not attempting to blend in with the humans for this particular style of dress makes her appear more ethereal and spectral. Her auras and eyes flash colors and she tends to allow her tail to flow and float behind her when she is not among people. When venturing out of her tarnished castle she does make an effort to look more human and keep her more magical properties hidden. A simple pale golden tiara keeps her eyes from exhuming the green flames she has become so accustomed to. A locket made of the same pale almost washed out gold as her tiara hands round her neck and this forces her glowing aura into the locket. Within is her the color of her mood instead of it radiating from her every pore. Also while in the company of mortals she tries to wear the fashion of the day to the best of her ability but she does have an old soul quite literally and this is sometimes difficult for her. The gowns of the day don’t seem to hold the same cut that she desires so she often opts to wear slightly older clothing.

Colors of her aura-

Black - Stressed, Cold, Uptight, Tense

Brown - Nervous, Anxious

Red - Energized, Restless,Angered

Amber - Hopeful, Mixed Emotions, Unpredictable

Green - Amused, Upbeat, Neutral

Blue - Relaxed, Calm, Love, Tranquil

Dark Blue / Purple - Passionate, Excited

…The Me You Want To Know…

Personality: Though originally rather fiery about life and full of zest... Those times are gone sadly. Extending one’s own life for so long has its consequences. This has cause this wrenched old husk to begin to fall apart at the seams. Once along ago time ago she was cunning ruthless and manipulative, but old age seems to have retarded a few of these qualities. On the hinge of madness she sits and waits for any small push to send her off the edge. This constant twisting of her mind makes her irritable to say the least on a good day. On a bad day...there is nothing she won’t do to extinguish life and feed off the magical aura all inhabitants of the living world. When driven to a cause Lala can be cold callus, and almost inhuman in her pursuit of what she needs to push her longevity and power to the next level. Though half daft at times she has enough sense to keep on her path she is on for it prolongs her life. She is quite prone to short term memory loss much to her dismay. She has to augment her body constantly to keep the decay from seeping over into her mind and preventing her from functioning in society.
When lucid enough to function well Lala comes off as a posh noble socialite. Though she does have a temper she does know when to close her mouth and remain in a woman’s place. Passive aggression is the name of game, the nature of her existence demands it. When she needs to be she wields femininity against her foes to achieve her goals and move herself into more favorable positions. Though she is outspoken and boisterous in nature she is quick to hide this and thrust upon herself an air of daintiness and high culture. If coyness was blade hers’s would be the sharpest double edged blade. With light chatter and a soft feathery laugh she hides her true more vacuum like nature for in the end it’s all a farce. This farce hides her deep and rather dark impulses. To be openly hostile all the time is not something she could do if she wanted to. The nature of her powers does not allow this for then it would be quite apparent she is not your average woman.

History:
Born one of ten chide of the wicked Astomon the Defiler. This woman has seen darkness in it's entirety. From an early age like the rest of her kin she was made to work magics of a dark nature. Knowing only her father’s demon twisted magics had with time began to seep into her and strengthen her mortal shell. This power was the of the Three, powerful beings who brought into the world hordes of demonic creature with blood in their eye and human flesh on their claw. Her father had helped with bringing the process of calling them forth and so he was gifted with untold Demonic power. Demon cults dark and twisted teachings were all part of her daily life. As the war between the Nihilist cult and the rest of the war raged the ten chide, born in sin, and raised in secrecy where taught the futility of human life. This lesson was made quite clear with the constant killings of human beings captured and made to become sacrifices to their dark gods for favor.

At the end of the age of innocence the youngest of the ten Raen'chir took her first steps into the outside world. From outside the walls of the mountain temple she viewed what the world was for herself. Never before had she seen what was taught to her as the ultimate goal. This world was to be turned to ash by the hand of the cult. Even at this tender age she was privy to great and terrible Drol spells, rituals, and pacts. And so she was sent out with a purpose…she was to bring back an innocent and young sorcerer and herald their destruction and resurrection as a undead and controlled lich. The stronger the caster was in life the stronger they would be in death. She was told. This she remembered as she ventured outward away from the sacred mount of her father’s gods.

Around the mountain there were villages once…this was not so now. The first demon horde summoned obliterated all who once lived in those small peaceful settlements. In the wake of the foul creatures was something different. The souls of the departed were never allowed to leave, trapped in their mortal coil were some other drifted through the air as void poisoned spirit of vengeance. This was truly the fall of man no one living had set foot there in years. The fight was taken far in to the lands of the humans. Unable to push back the tides many villages and towns were sacrificed to the unholy torrents of the Three. Traveling along the young one was privy to the horrors that scorched the lands and infested the hearts and minds of those left behind to wallow in depravity.

Finding no one of any value to her in the upper reaches of these mountains she fell into a cold despair how would she return to the mountain temple if she was unable to accomplish simple goal. Still traveling now along the bottom of the mount she saw for herself the beginning of the end. The humans had begun to amass a force of thousands they were prepped to strike with swift decisiveness. Though the end was before her she would not see it for herself.

Pitch was the night that changed the fate of the silver haired maiden. Emerging from the brush was a shadow on horse back. Though the moon did not shine upon the black wood prime evil forest her crest upon her robes gave of an unholy glow and so she was clearly visible. With a wail men white plated armor gave chase they would slay the demon caller. It was not often one would make them self so easy and available for divine punishment. Sensing their intent the ebon charger was whipped around toward the deep black of the wood and she made her way into the night. The thunder of hoofs smashing every thing underfoot could be heard for quite a distance. Stopping only at the site of a great maw which split the land for what seemed like miles she saw her only choice was to do battle with the men in armor. Sliding forward she stepped of her horse...being a lady meant she always rode side saddle. This little give did not go unnoticed, one of the men saw this and put one and two together. They had chased a woman down to this miserable fate. Lifting a hand into the air the young woman snapped and the horse that stood behind her dropped...It had been dead for weeks. She had run it to death. Extending one had outward the green glow of malevolence seemed to flow forth from under the crimson robe which conformed loosely to the frame of the sorceress. Without speaking a word the once dark forest gained a new light in its ghastly hour before the dawn. With pure hate following forth she let lose jets of putrid green at those who presumed her easy prey to start. They the humans would know the power of a demon. Though taught since before she could walk to use such dark powers never were her skills perfected and so she found her match with armor of gold and white plate. With a wave of his mighty hand one of the men summon a ward of white to protect himself and his men from the flames of the wicked one. His spell was almost as effortless as a simple greeting was his power this great?

Frustrated that those she wished dead could not be made so the witch pulled her hood down to reveal the glow was emanating from her eyes this simple act stuck fear in the eyes of the slaves from the temple an she did not see these men as anything more. Moving slowly but with grace she twirled her arms above her before bringing them back down to her chest. Hands shot out in front of her it appeared as if she was pulling on some invisible object up from no were. As she raised her hands again the earth beneath them began to crack and up heave. With the appearance of one gnarled hand the knights knew what she was doing. The dead of this forest would return and she was doing it. Not wishing to see the end of this spell the Spell casting knight took a step forward placing his hands and motioning as if he were telling her to stop. With a word spoken but not remembered a light erupted from him though faint at first it grew into a second night sun. His magic was far too powerful for the young one to stop on her own she had encountered a wise older sage at the very twilight of his life...he was not about to let up on a young ling with far too much zest for her own good. Slamming his plated boot into the ground let loose a wave of light releasing the souls of all those who the demon sorceress attempted to summon. Seeing things where not going well the crimson cloaked fury turned round to face the gorge they had chased her to. She was likely to jump it was the best way she thought to survive this type of attack they would not chase her over the edge. Seeing how what she was about to do the men prepared themselves to stop her.

Taking up a bow with the greatest of haste the knight of silver prepare himself to keep her from getting any further. Though small and slightly frail the youth was fast, this coupled with the lack of light made it almost impossible to get a good bead on her. Letting loose the arrow allowed it to fly fast and true toward its target. Almost the same second the arrow was let loose did it enter its intended target. Pulled forward by the momentum of the powerful arrow the girls legs left the ground and she took to flight. Drifting as if dead through the air she came to rest only a breath from the edge of the gap she had intended to jump into. Seeming dead the time scared wizard took the girl almost immediately."Such talent wasted on Dark Magic...nothing good can come of such a dark practice." these were the last words she heard before entering the peace of sleep. Coming back almost an eternity later in a world of light to say the least surprised her. Fearing the worst she quickly stumbled out of the bed with face arriving at the floor first. Here in this place she found herself unable to look out unto the great light that had seemed to wash everything giving the white washed buildings a blissful coat. The silhouette of a tall cloaked man approached her room from the sun blessed distance. Walking through the light was the man the powerful old wizard who stopped her in the dark depths of the forest. Being deprived of sleep and waking in an instant to defend herself was something not to alien to her, and so she reacted accordingly. Eyes blazing a fierce green she took her hands up and prepare to cast something to defend her frail and vulnerable position.

Placing his hand up against hers allowed him to quell the dark powers she had been summoning to her aid. The ravages of a war fought for years were apparent on his face. Years seem to crinkle up and weigh down his brow. This made his eye appear very narrow and beady but there was a hint of kindness behind them. The lines under his eye seemed to echo each night he stay up to master his powerful magic....so many years under his belt when compared to her it made her jealous. His nose was slim long and point almost exactly what you would expect from a wizard of his caliber. His mouth though covered in the great mass of wild fur that covered most of his face was kind and gentle almost as if he himself had never said one hurtful thing."I never want to see those beautiful Azure eyes of yours ever turn that wicked color ever again...I am Mar'thas Enkosh...and I shall teach you to wield true power" with this said her new life had begun. "You my new disciple shall be called Lafitte". She no longer had to answer to her dreadful evil name which helped to free her. She would never have to darken her soul with evil magics ever again she would be given a second chance... she would to become pure, untainted and a proper sell caster. In the weeks that followed the war of demons came to a close and the child born of evil was free of her dark birth. Days were spent learning the arcanism...and nights were spent under her master learn all that he had seen during the war. In him she had found a father and in her he had found a student most exceptional. The peace of the end of the war of demons could not be enjoyed for long though the sins of man were on the rise and with no great evil to unite against the kingdoms of fought with each other for simply the sake of fighting.

The Great Wizard Mar'thas had taken her to an island not to far off the coast of the western shore. It was here that she was instructed on how to use magics of a brighter nature. Though the power of light escaped here she seemed to take to fire and ice quite naturally and so it was in these fields she was taught all she could absorb. Isolated from the wars of the continent the students of Mar were taught magic, philosophy, music, art, and anything any one student could ask for. Though she was the master’s favorite that's not to say there were more equally powerful student looming on the grounds of the master's large island home. She was match almost even with a young human by the name of Hosu. His parents were killed near the end of the demon war. He had found his way here with the intention of learning magic to achieve vengeance. With the end of the demon war his passion has shifted to learning how to help people with his vast healing capabilities. Though his ability to heal was great it appear that in time his power over light would push him over the top when it came to power among the students. Compelled to be the best the teen aged Lafitte sought to show case her powers by taking on the sea titan which made its home just off the coast of the southern tip of the island. With her power over the forces of Arcane she proceeded to nest of the beast alone...or so she thought, to slay the monster.

Venturing into the realm of the beast The Azure gazed maiden found herself waist deep in murky black waters. Swirling quick streamed waters met her sides and the smell of death took root in her fragile nose. This was the perfect place to slay a monster she thought to herself as she waded on into the chilling expansive dominion of the monstrosity. Drifting through the rising waters as the lights of the outside grew dim the young woman new she would quickly need light or run the risk of been torn apart in the dark. Lifting her Hand in the air she quickly brought forth air which ignited around her hand. This flame would be her torch in the darkness. Though dim it was quite useful to have lit the inners of the cave appeared as slimely as she had thought they would be. Though she could feel the water rushing beneath her she thought nothing of it for it was likely only the current. Lowering her hand she saw the water bellow her it was inky and black. It seemed that something had blighted the water and the corruption was strong, for the smell of rotting flesh seemed to radiate from deeper within the cave. As she proceeded the pace of the black blighted water picked up, there was a small second of dark terror looming in the air before the jaws of the beast slammed shut. She had placed herself with the beast’s gullet. It had been so massive she had though the beast was the cave. Unable to take fill her lungs with fresh air the child panicked in a vain attempt to place herself in an area more comfortable. Unable to make her way past the walls of flesh the girl saw only one way out of the beast. Summoning all the magic he could muster the child took the blighted water bellow her and put it to use. Swirling the water round herself she sent the sparkling particles around herself before freezing them solid. Slamming her fist together let loose a powerful wave of force. This wave of pure energy forced all the ice away from her body sent the ice in all directions. Ripping through the monstrosities gut the wounds caused the cavern she was within to quake.

Putrid was the smell of her circumstance, but with what she had done the smell became infinitely worse. Green liquids drenched her once white gown filling her nostrils with a sent worse than death. A Master of her craft the teen spun chilling the green blood which now began to fill the cavity she had begun to tear through. Making the blood ice she turned it upon her enemy once again, with a flick of the wrist the blonde sent the iced blood back where it came causing further injury. Now violently shaking the beasts guts had begun to collapse in what seemed like an automatic response to her irritancies. As the black guts fell down upon her the student saw her brief life coming to an end. Clawing at the absolutely raw smelling material she made every desperate attempt she could to postpone her own demise. As time went by though the clawing only became more desperate as she ripped into the inners of the creature. Peeling back layers of flesh the teen sought to find some escape some freedom from this her miserable fate. As the desperation raised so did the heat of her claws. Now engulfed in ethereal flame the child went about the clawing not realizing that she was only taking more air out of her bloody macabre flesh prison. As the last of the air let up the child began to see only haze. I time the viscous ripping stopped and she languished to her fated demise...Green like emerald light the eyes of the girl sprang open. Evil magic was in her blood and it needed only be used to save her life. Jabbing her wrist with her index finger the child released blood which she would use to fuel her next ritual.

On the outside the boy she had sought to surpass battle the beast in the air. With wings of light the boy blazed through the sky with only one thing on his mind. The girl his classmate his sister under their master had foolishly ventured into the mouth of a sea beast. Directing bolts of light toward he beast the boy did his best to keep it from submerging bellow the waves with his foolish classmate. Diving down the boy prepared to take his fight to the beast’s back. Though the beast had a rocky protrusion above the waves, bellow them erupted tentacles ready to snatch down the brave magician. Diving like the other raptors of the sky he ripped the air at an accelerated pace. Sinking his hand wrapped in light magic into the beast back the boy made his best attempt at a real wound. The noise of the battle was great as it sent echoes out for miles. The cries of battle and raw expenditure of magic attracted a few more students but the master Enkosh was no were to be found. Finished with the games the beast sought to end the battle with his annoying flying opponent. Surfacing more the creature revealed it had hands and the face of a man. Though they were huge and disproportionate to the average person, but hands and a face none the less the monster had a human like quality to it. The boy had been battling at the beasts crown but now it’s complete upper body had been revealed with all it’s revolting detail. Bubbling from it’s back and sides where it’s attacking tentacles. Seeing the danger he was in the boy Hosu lifted off once more taking to the skys buzzing around with the intent to sting the giant once more. Realizing the danger Hosu was in the other student quickly began to conjure up their respective magics.

Lighting the skies with magic arcs beams and explosions the students did their best to keep the beast off their flying companion. Leading the fire fight was large chunkier student known as Demsion. Projecting large orbs of pure arcane power the young man sent his power through the sky with the intent of toppling the beast. Writhing in pain the beast wailed out swing at the beaches the students fired from. Feeling the battle go in their favor the student proceeded to step farther and farther into the waters, much to the monsters chagrin. This would be what caused their down fall slamming one of it’s huge hands into the sea the beast sought to even the playing field. Some of the ice mages quickly realized what was going to happen but without a coordinated and effective plan they would be powerless to stop the tidal wave about to take the beach. As the water blotted out the sun all that could be seen was water, the deep had taken the beach back from the island. Now with students in the water with the beast things became complicated. There was no effective artillery to keep the tentacle’d fiend’s attention off Hosu. Besides that the students in the water with the bottom of the beast was not good for beneath the waves was something just as horrid above them. And then just as everything seemed to be falling by the way side Enkosh appeared from the clouds in shining plate riding a feather massive in length. Projecting bolts of holy and righteous judgment the master severed pitch black tentacles as he approached the sea.

As the master came to the aid of his students another more sinister evil awakened. Suddenly the beast seemed to quiver in a deathly shake. Throwing its hands to its chest the monster seemed to be in great pain. With a sudden moment of dark agony the student whom began this battle propelled herself from the beast’s chest. A demon of black ice crystal and blazing green flames of near complete darkness, she took the air almost as well as her fellow classmate. Drench from head to toe in semi liquid sludge the air born incarnation of rage deified reigned in a wicked power never before seen by her classmates. Master Enkosh with his eyes saw the very thing he had wished to stop by bringing the young magic users here. A magician using devil magic, a sight which struck a chord in the heart of the time weighted shining plate covered man. Wielding the fury of the creature’s own crystallized blood, the now black glowing youth took with her scores and scores of life persevering fluids. And with a snap of the finger and a twist of the wrist she sent it all back to its source. Ripping the island like monster to shard she propelled each shard of blood again and again through its soft under side. Though grudgingly he knew she was powerful enough to at least stun the creature while he saved his students, the master was not happy about her application of fallen magic. Leaping from his feather the olden man became like a dancing sheet followed by white creamy colored whips of light. Diving into the sea the now spectral olden spell caster proceeded to round up his pupils. Almost like a mad dance the wicked youth conducted her power about the beast with the intent of turning the seas black with it’s entrails.

This would be the final time she would use her dark powers power to save any one. The battle this day was ended by her master whom struck the final blow upon the creature. He did this not with any sense of hate in his heart, all he held was a great somber pity for what the beast had been reduced to. In the coming days the magic usage of the one known as “Lafitte” would be closely monitored for she proved she could not be trusted. Though the wizened old man loved his most promising student she was just so very tainted by her father’s dark mysticism. Five years of this relative peace would pass and the students would forget about that day and the display of evil magic before them. This was until the last of the war came their way. The island Enkosh taught upon was chosen for a reason. It held magical properties which powered casting and made it easier to fuel more powerful spells. This was known by many at the time and the last of the Order of Five would take advantage of its magical powers. Seething their hatred over the island the evil warlocks corrupted the lands without even setting foot upon it. Cursed by the earth it’s self these men blighted whatever ground they stepped foot upon. Though Enkosh wished to do battle by the side of his students He knew they would only serve to take his attention from the two powerful members of the Order whom survived the demon war. Gathering two other teachers with him Enkosh prepared for a battle which would decide the fate of his beloved island. The stundent watched from the main lands as their home was torn apart by wild and inhumanly powerful magics. This event scattered some to the wind as they were called by the pages of time to fulfill other destinies.

Unable to deny their master Hosu and Lafitte along with a few other students made their way to the battle ground which was once their home land. The boat carried no more than twenty that night, of them only three would survive. The silence of only served to bolster the courage of those ready to die for the man they owed their lives to. Though waves would send their fury upon the sides of the wooden craft it would not falter from its course. First upon the blighted place they had once called home was the fearless Hosu, he stood for honor his passion could barely be contained within his body for he exhumed an almost ethereal glow. Blessed by the power of the sun the battle mage charged head long into an army of unearthly abominations, With but a wave of his hand he dropped ten. Ghoulish monstrosities whom use to be students teachers and workers within the school spilled their curse guts all about the battle field. High in the air Enkosh could be seen giving the earth life to fight for those whom had died in his stead. Massive golems with one intent on mind move with life granted from the power of the golden plate adorned mage. Insane power wracked the land around him has he cast spell after spell but what he was casting at could not be seen. The twenty in experienced barely capable mages quickly dashed from the beach to the place where the earth moved. Slaying and being slayed they carved a bloody path to their master’s magnificent side.

Lighting the night sky like a pale moon the Master of all things just cast holy judgments upon the damned as he wept tears of regretful blood. Those he had asked to stay were being turned into unholy abominations before his eyes. The Order had come upon the island like a plague of undeath and damnation. Now by his side the fourteen students began to cast their almost insignificant by comparison spells. Though over joyed to see some had stayed with him to battle true evil the Enkosh reprimanded their foolhardiness. Though he did his best to maintain the distance between his students and the zombie like fiends. Enkosh lost one after another almost by the second. He knew masters of fire and holy light could fight through the evil of the curse cast upon their comrades but those whom excelled at other schools of magic would not fair so well. Enthralled by a grief stricken heart the grand master mage propelled his power out into a field of light which would protect his students whom remained. “I can not protect all of you from this grievous onslaughts…I know some of you are here because you want to be and some of you are here because I asked…But all of you are here and I will need your help to silence this vile evil.” The slight pangs of pants and sobs could be heard on his trembling voice but the power of his word would shine through the hearts of his fellow mages. Slamming their hands into the ground the four earth mages tore the land asunder . This cracking of the land created a trench between them and the ghouls. The two fire mages lit the earth within the trench a blaze further serving to add to their defense. And lastly the mages of other assorted powers stood poised to strike out with their fiercest spells. Demsion the most powerful of the students brought down from the sky powerful orbs of arcane. Hosu lit up like a god drew in all the light he could muster and projected it out into the field of the dead. Evaporating organs his wisps of light tore through all foolish enough to stampede to them. Lafitte the last of the mages to cast her spell prepared the only spell she could chilling the air around them she directed glass like shard of ice through the hordes with the intent to eviscerate her foes.

They battle for what seemed like forever and a day but in the end those whom were fated to die died and the last defense was as it had always been the master Enkosh. It was now that the force behind the chaos reviled it’s self. The last member of the order seemed to step through the darkness to greet the last four mages in the battle. Her hair like hay and skin of bronze held a certain resemblance to a caster on the other side. Though Enkosh had managed to kill the other member of the Order but this one escaped him with her foul shadow magic. It is here that the tale is becomes confused for it is said that The witch of the ice betrayed her master and fellow students to the darkness. If you would hear it from the horse’s mouth she would tell you that she awoke and her master was dead in her arms as she kneeled before a woman whom looked a lot like her. Hosu of the MoonLight before his death would tell you she with her own hand plunged her wicked claws into Enkosh’s neck. No matter how the actual events went down the fight one hundred years later did occur. The fight which would be the end of the reign of the ice witch happened. The last member of the order is said to still haunt the island which stood to witness the horrific battle and the end of an era. With the change of kingship in the mainland the story would sink into legend for most but a few dedicated to the pursuit of immortality would believe and cast a deep and dark shadow upon the world. Tormented by the sights of those whom she had seen lost in battle the disembodied power of the Ice witch would rest upon the eye of the castle on the island of the damned. For years the witch haunted the land which saw her fall to the light of the Moon knight Hosu. The battle play back over and over in her mind for centuries until she could bare it no more. Hosu had cast upon his once classmate the ultimate punishment. For her evil in killing their master in the moment of truth, the Knight of the Moon separated her spirit from her body and proceeded to shatter itni thousands of pieces. This had left her with no escape from her pain. She would haunt the halls of their former school for the rest of time.

Though that was her punishment she was not long to suffer it. Calling to the spirit for some where far beyond the mortal realm was a creature far more powerful than her and her teacher. This dark lord promised her followers and a way to gain her body in exchange for one thing. He the shadow of death wanted a way on to the mortal plane. In exchange for that he would allow her to return to life, through his powerful manipulations of the human heart. Pulling powerful darkmages from all over the kingdom the monster began a three hundred year ritual which would provide Ran’chir with a way back to the mortal plane…Her new unlife would be his means of escaping his own torment…

(toward the end it jumps around a bit but that is because i took out some parts it was getting really long)

Magic:
Though she can use spells of most natures she has talent in only a few places and so she makes sure to use these schools of magic more than any others. Her cold and calculative personally is matched perfectly by her use of ice magic. The way she uses it is far more unique than your average mage though, she often simply cast curses which chill the body and slow the blood More often than not she can be seen throwing the mages bread and butter. This means her main mode of attack is the force of ice. Ice balls, Walls of Ice, or even constructs aka shaped Ice. More often than not she Freezes the land for destruction is not a problem for her. When the land has been successfully Frozen she finds it is easy to cast stronger dark ice based magics. When pushed past ice she turns to darker magic’s of a Dark kind. First thing she does when using dark magic is curse those she is fighting with a wide array of despicable effects; the effect often depends on her mood. Some of her curses poison the air causing while others make cause magic to surge and explode in the faces of those who cast it. When using Dark magic she also gains the power to reanimate corpses under her control. Being for all intensive purposes a necromancer she has access to blood based magics but she rally uses them. When no bodies are around she can summon aspersions of a spectral nature. Due to the nature of her existence she can send souls out of herself for an array of different proposes. Do to their ethereal bodies they are unable to hurt the living physically but can affect the spirit of those she fights. Draining blood to recover her physical appearance also becomes possible. She also gains the power to change her appearance as long as she is well fed.

Casting spells with a certain school of magic activates its cool down. If an ice spell is cast the cool down for ice spells is set into effect. This is to prevent “ME” the player from abusing formidable abilities to often. The three different schools are ICE, DARK, and NECROMATIC. The cool down for casting a spell in any of these three schools is a single for single effect spells post, And two posts for double effect spells. Also while most spells will be a single school spell there are multiple school spell available to Ran’chir. These spell will cause two schools to engage their cool downs instead o just one.

Lastly her master has blessed her with the power to summon lesser demons to her side to aid in her control of the dead.

Demons under her control-

-Farenth- A monstrously strong boar looking centaur like creature. This demon looks something a kin to a wild hairy pig with a mans upper body and the lower body of a horse with lizards feet. Standing about fifteen feet tall this monstrosity is primarily responsible for Ran’chir’s necromancy. Though Ran’chir is proficient on her own it is always easier for her to control larger numbers of the dead with his help. Though it is easier with his help that is not to say he enjoys helping her. He is rebellious in nature which makes him harder for her to control so it is not often that she does bring him out to help her in battle.

(One post prep and four post duration before a one post Cool down)


-Belcony- A bony black lithe quick Demon under the service of Ran’chir. This demon looks very much like a bipedal jackal adorned with golden jewelry and things of that nature. Though he is taller than most average men he is quite weak in terms of physical strength . He is quite adapt at Shadow based fighting tactics, instead of being primarily a caster like his brethren under Ran’chir he is a manly a shadowy rouge stalking the night using shadow based spells to slip in and out of sight.

(One post prep and four post duration before a Two post Cool down)


-Mannaroth- This demon has a very special purpose this demon live within her right arm. This demon is a direct link between the mortal plane and the world of her master. This demon has knowledge of battle tactics and the rules that Ran’chir must life by. It takes the form of a single eye fiery crimson on the palm on the hand of Ran’chir. It speaks through Ran’chir it often causes her right eye on her body to burn a red color instead of green. Manna has at least partial control of her body at any one time. He is in charge of the blood within her body and it’s basic make up. Manna often is the one whom makes her blood poisonous. Manna also has the power to induce upon Ran’chir an innate unquenchable battle rage. Because this demon is responsible for her sword wielding she can not switch her sword arm for she has very limited talent with the blade by herself.

(zero post prep and six post duration before a three post Cool down)

Demon Fiend shift- This is a sort of release of her power it allows her to use the souls of ages past to fuel her assault. Opening a vile from her bag unleashes thousands of souls which then condense into a single gem. Once she consumes it she gains enormous amounts of power for a short amount of time. This change in power also comes with a change in appearance; it twist her from human like form into that of a demon like her master. The makeup of her current body allows her to shape and shift it to certain degrees. But with the power of her souls she can twist and churn her power into unstable demonic mutations. Most often she grows horns which erupt for her skull jutting into the sky every which way. The term hellcat best describes her form for it bears a huge resemblance to a feline but with a few subtle differences. Instead of having two arms she gains about three extras, these arms are place just below the ones attached to her shoulders. This is true except for the arm place right between her shoulder blades. Still she is a blonde so her fur is a blonde color but the presense of so much darm magic causes it to dull out and look dirty and a tid bit gritty. Most often while in this form she keep the third eye on her forehead wide open for this is the eye her master granted her so that she may call upon the power of demons. The eye allows of the subjection of dark magic, this grants her far better control of her own dark powers as well as the dead. Due to the frailty of her current body this from is not maintainable and so afterward she must release the souls and into a conduit and rest. When in this from she simply gains more destructive versions of the attacks she used forehand. They simply get bigger or gain lager scale effects to help her sway the battles in her favor.

(This shift requires a five post prep to which she cannot cast any spells and must remain at least most still. This spell has a eight post duration and a ten post cool down it also activates the cool downs of all her other powers)



-Non Battle orientated Magic



Innate Talent for Healing and Bolstering-

Though she has not had a lot of practice in healing others it is completely possible for Ran’chir to heal another person with her magic. While some feelings cause her to drain energy from others, there are a few that cause her to exhume powerfully fortifying energy. This magic heals most humanoids with relatively little trouble. The only problem would be Ran’chir herself; even if she has the intent to heal she at times cannot. Her only real problem is that she has not experimented with her healing magic and so she is not completely sure how to spawn this power. She can heal through physical contact as well as close proximity just as with her dark magical vampirism. When she has used this power successfully she has been able to close wounds which would require stitches to the mending of a broken bone. The higher the damage the longer it takes, she could be attempting to heal a broken bone for a time anywhere between two hours to about half a day depending upon her motivation. Besides healing her power can be used to augment the powers of another person, This falls under one of her more corrupt powers. If the person she is transferring power to is at tip top position she will instead bolster their powers and natural skill. Generally this augmentation of skills tends to cause the personality of the person being augmented to shift. It often causes the target to become cocky or over aggressive if the person is not warned of the effect at first. This in its self is not dangerous but, when this does happen it tends to leave her in a weakened state. This state appears to be almost like a cold or the flu. The darker side of this power requires that she give a sacrifice of blood to another person. Once the other person ingests a portion of her blood they are given a portion of her power and are from that point on connected to her. This does way more than simply bolster their power it give a person whom had not before been adapt at ice magic suddenly gain talent in it. This magic does make along with magic vampirism makes it slightly hard for her to make contact with the skin of another person. Without the right trinkets and charms she would not dare touch another person least one or both of them be sent through an event they need not go through. The reason for this conclusion is because without knowing it she can be unintentionally using her power on the people around her.

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[Rose]

=o very nice bio! accepted! please pm me about the whole body guard thing, and who they will be guarding. ^-^