So like, until the RP I joined a few days seriously hikes up in activity, I'm going to tack myself onto this one, simply because it sounds so cool. Plus, I get to have creative license over my characters (i.e.: crazy fun in crafting their history and abilities, yay!)
Full Name: Leigh E. MacCallum
Current Age: 18
Race: Human
Birth Place: Victoria, Neristria
Nationality: Neristrian
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliation: Unaffiliated ( . . . until someone can convince her to be otherwise)
Height: 5'11" ft.
Weight: 135 lb.
General Appearance:
[The Clothes]Preferring to rebel against The Academy's restrictive dress code, Leigh opted to don an outfit, far more revealing than any conservative dark indigo robe. Garbed in a beautiful red-orange cloth, fashioned from the finest silks and cotton, and decorated with swaths of light taupe cotton around the hems; Leigh confounded her faculty beyond words. Simple ash gray five-inch heels adorn her feet and a leg bandage cloaks her upper leg and muscular calf, to clothe the rest of her left foot. The lower portion of her elaborate and yet decidedly skimpy outfit, is a petaled skirt, decorated with light taupe spheres that also adorn her furisode-esque sleeves, which fan out beautifully at the hem.
No one is really quite sure as to why Leigh insists on carrying her 6 inch bell. It's a pretty bell, just like everything that Leigh carries on her person is. Fashioned out of silver alloys and polished to a glimmering reflective finish with the finest oils, it is rumored to be a tinning jar for souls. Hung on a giant ring of the same silver which it was crafted with, it is merely decorative . . . or so that's what she'll make you believe. What it's use is . . . no one really knows except for Leigh of course, but she's not spilling the beans any time soon.
[The Hair]
Although informed to clip it short in choppy layers, Leigh, being the ever defiant battle mage, decided to leave her hair in long layered tendrils, to brush over her shoulders. Being a good eight inches in length or less, her hair can be easily styled into a sleek high ponytail or for more formal occasions, twisted into an intricate French bun. Normally she wears it down, sleeked back, and clipped and shorn near her ears, only to keep a nice fringed bang framing her forehead.
[The Body]
Athletic, lean, elegant, regal, refined, these would be just the handful of adjectives used to describe the body of Leigh E. MacCallum. Being the result of arduous training put into fencing and refining her skills as a formidable Battle Mage, Leigh is indeed a sight to behold. Taut, sinewy muscles, sleek abdominals, and a killer set of biceps, are all cloaked underneath a facade of feminine delicacy. Yet her physique is simply not for aesthetics alone, oh no, our young Battle Mage puts her athleticism to use through fencing as well as through the mastery of magic. She is as good with her beloved rapier as she is with her wooden staff.
[The Weaponry]
As pictured, Leigh wields a 45 in. tall staff. Possessing a diameter of six inches, it is an impressive piece of craftsmanship; owed all to the calloused hands of her father, one, William T. MacCallum II. Having two softly curled pieces of rosewood to protrude from the hub of the instrument, and two sturdy spiderweb strands to fasten them tight, it is an artwork unto itself. Within these impressive gnarled branches of wood is a humming source of magical energy that resonates deep within the grain of the wood itself.
Named the Pestilential Staff of Fate, it is a powerhouse fashioned into a beautiful instrument of wonder.
Graveheart, a rapier crafted with a rare combination of refined gold and copper, specifically lining the pommel and the forte of the blade itself, it is delicate at first glance. The point of percussion is lined with more gold, as was requested by its future wielder, Leigh, and the overall weight of the sword is around a good 2-3.5 lb. The blade itself is around 39 inches or 1 meter, being a sturdy 2.5 inches in diameter, and the hilt is around 4-5 inches in height and 7 inches in diameter, just enough for Leigh to wrap her hand around it.
She prefers to carry the sheath, which is a plain black leather covering, strapped to her left hip. The sword is almost always sheathed unless, in times when her mana is severely depleted, she feels the necessity to wield it. Otherwise she rarely brandishes this beloved blade, if only to hone her fencing skills. It should be noted that her blade is curved, starting at the fobile and ending at the sharp point.
[How She Behaves . . . ]
For the most part, Leigh is a very well-mannered girl, having been raised to stand up straight with her shoulders rolled back, and to hold her head high even whilst standing. She never slurps her soup, merely sips it daintily, and only speaks when spoken to . . . that is if she's minding her Academy's superiors or her parents. When she is with acquaintances or strangers, she speaks freely, feeling the need to say usually what crosses her mind as she thinks of it.
She is quiet nonetheless upon a first glimpse of her but as stated before, when she's on her own, she tends to become a lot more talkative. She is not uncouth, knowing what not to say to offend someone, and what to say to soothe someone's tears. She is regal, composed, rarely cries, but she smiles and laughs like any vivacious eighteen year old. She is generally a happy go lucky, respectful, and sweet girl. She will stand loyally by your side once she earns your trust, which takes a while for her to truly accept.
As for her opinions, she holds unto them steadfastly and she has many. For instance, she frowns down upon the usage of guns and other sorts of machinery and so she won't hesitate to voice this. She's the sort of person that could easily be classified as a martyr: live by the sword, die by the sword, swear by the sword. Very loyal and outspoken when she needs to be. Very quiet and sweet.
[Story so Far . . . ]
Born to the nobleman, William Theo MacCallum II and an Arcane Mage, Rosalind Georgina MacCallum, Leigh was the third girl out of well . . . three children. She was thus spoiled and lavished with gifts aplenty, elaborate dolls,
overpriced doll houses, stuffed bears, wooden rocking horses imported from faraway continents, all of this was bestowed upon their youngest daughter. She was instilled in the proper etiquette of a nobleman's daughter, her father having been given the title of Duke at the impressive age of eighteen upon his father's untimely death.
Leigh was given piano lessons, flute lessons, intense history lessons, and any other educational tutoring one could think of. She was also heavily trained in the defensive and beautiful art of fencing by her father, who used this skill as a Red Mage back in his days as a pupil of The Academy. At the age of twelve, she was enrolled into The Academy, a prestigious school dedicated to the education of the mystical and arcane arts. Poring over voluminous textbooks and learning how to craft potions, refine equipment and armor with a simple murmuring of a spell, and how to heal and injure someone quickly became tedious for the young girl. And so . . . one day Leigh made the hasty decision to draft herself into the Neristrinian army to fight for a cause she fiercely believed in.
Arming herself with tomes, her beloved staff, and convincing her angered father to go back to his secret passion, Leigh emerged with a formidable rapier and an admirable attitude to match. With staff in hand she watched as armies fell under her fingers and tongue, chanting words of death and toxins, and letting sparks of flame and electricity fly from her fingertips. It took a year of watching comrades who quickly became friends die on the battlefield, to convince Leigh to return home.
Teary-eyed, flushed, and ashamed, Leigh spent months trying to return to her parents' and attendants' good graces. Now, Leigh wants almost nothing to do with the war at hand, having seen what she believed, was the very worst of it with her own eyes.
[Abilities]
As a practitioner of magic and having trained for literally years, Leigh is almost unrivaled (I say almost, because there's a Mage or two more proficient in spell casting out there) in her ability to cast Magic. She mainly dabbles in the Dark Arts: lightning, fire, blizzard, sleep spells, etc.
Flare
A basic low-level spell that every novice Mage from The Academy learns. Having enough heat to singe a page in a book or catch a hated enemy's sleeve on fire, it is useful to throw someone off guard but not to say, burn someone to death. Depletes a good 10-15% of her mana.
Mega Flare
Intermediate spell that can cause a lovely second degree burn on the right target, depending on the strength of her channeled magic. Normally Leigh likes to channel this out through her hands but there are rare occasions where she'll use her staff. There were some incidents where, whilst learning this spell, she burned her hands.
Bolt
As it implies, sends an electric jolt through the intended target, singing the very tips of their fingers, and leaving them quite buzzed for the day. Can create an unpleasant ringing sensation in the ears and a clicking sound in the brain as a result of being shocked. It's more unpleasant than anything but after a bathing treatment in special salves, it should go away.
Mega Bolt
This spell can and will take your clothing off, so be prepare to be humiliated. Works well for scores of enemies, like around fifteen or so tightly grouped together, but it's rather wasteful for her to use it on one puny target. It can incapacitate a whole group, leaving them unconscious, with a permanent click in their brains and an inability to see in color.
Lullaby
Puts the enemy or a whole group of enemies, again around fifteen or so as this is as much as her mana will allow, maximum, to sleep. By channeling her magic out through her staff, Leigh will increase her accuracy of casting this spell successfully by about 50%, normally without the aid of her staff it's a mere 50% so with her staff it's pretty much inescapable. Places the enemies into a sound sleep, rendering them useless and immobile. This spell can place a single enemy to sleep for 15 minutes and a score of enemies, around ten or so, to sleep for around 10 minutes as a whole.
Full Name: Leigh E. MacCallum
Current Age: 18
Race: Human
Birth Place: Victoria, Neristria
Nationality: Neristrian
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Affiliation: Unaffiliated ( . . . until someone can convince her to be otherwise)
Height: 5'11" ft.
Weight: 135 lb.
General Appearance:
[The Clothes]Preferring to rebel against The Academy's restrictive dress code, Leigh opted to don an outfit, far more revealing than any conservative dark indigo robe. Garbed in a beautiful red-orange cloth, fashioned from the finest silks and cotton, and decorated with swaths of light taupe cotton around the hems; Leigh confounded her faculty beyond words. Simple ash gray five-inch heels adorn her feet and a leg bandage cloaks her upper leg and muscular calf, to clothe the rest of her left foot. The lower portion of her elaborate and yet decidedly skimpy outfit, is a petaled skirt, decorated with light taupe spheres that also adorn her furisode-esque sleeves, which fan out beautifully at the hem.
No one is really quite sure as to why Leigh insists on carrying her 6 inch bell. It's a pretty bell, just like everything that Leigh carries on her person is. Fashioned out of silver alloys and polished to a glimmering reflective finish with the finest oils, it is rumored to be a tinning jar for souls. Hung on a giant ring of the same silver which it was crafted with, it is merely decorative . . . or so that's what she'll make you believe. What it's use is . . . no one really knows except for Leigh of course, but she's not spilling the beans any time soon.
[The Hair]
Although informed to clip it short in choppy layers, Leigh, being the ever defiant battle mage, decided to leave her hair in long layered tendrils, to brush over her shoulders. Being a good eight inches in length or less, her hair can be easily styled into a sleek high ponytail or for more formal occasions, twisted into an intricate French bun. Normally she wears it down, sleeked back, and clipped and shorn near her ears, only to keep a nice fringed bang framing her forehead.
[The Body]
Athletic, lean, elegant, regal, refined, these would be just the handful of adjectives used to describe the body of Leigh E. MacCallum. Being the result of arduous training put into fencing and refining her skills as a formidable Battle Mage, Leigh is indeed a sight to behold. Taut, sinewy muscles, sleek abdominals, and a killer set of biceps, are all cloaked underneath a facade of feminine delicacy. Yet her physique is simply not for aesthetics alone, oh no, our young Battle Mage puts her athleticism to use through fencing as well as through the mastery of magic. She is as good with her beloved rapier as she is with her wooden staff.
[The Weaponry]
As pictured, Leigh wields a 45 in. tall staff. Possessing a diameter of six inches, it is an impressive piece of craftsmanship; owed all to the calloused hands of her father, one, William T. MacCallum II. Having two softly curled pieces of rosewood to protrude from the hub of the instrument, and two sturdy spiderweb strands to fasten them tight, it is an artwork unto itself. Within these impressive gnarled branches of wood is a humming source of magical energy that resonates deep within the grain of the wood itself.
Named the Pestilential Staff of Fate, it is a powerhouse fashioned into a beautiful instrument of wonder.
Graveheart, a rapier crafted with a rare combination of refined gold and copper, specifically lining the pommel and the forte of the blade itself, it is delicate at first glance. The point of percussion is lined with more gold, as was requested by its future wielder, Leigh, and the overall weight of the sword is around a good 2-3.5 lb. The blade itself is around 39 inches or 1 meter, being a sturdy 2.5 inches in diameter, and the hilt is around 4-5 inches in height and 7 inches in diameter, just enough for Leigh to wrap her hand around it.
She prefers to carry the sheath, which is a plain black leather covering, strapped to her left hip. The sword is almost always sheathed unless, in times when her mana is severely depleted, she feels the necessity to wield it. Otherwise she rarely brandishes this beloved blade, if only to hone her fencing skills. It should be noted that her blade is curved, starting at the fobile and ending at the sharp point.
[How She Behaves . . . ]
For the most part, Leigh is a very well-mannered girl, having been raised to stand up straight with her shoulders rolled back, and to hold her head high even whilst standing. She never slurps her soup, merely sips it daintily, and only speaks when spoken to . . . that is if she's minding her Academy's superiors or her parents. When she is with acquaintances or strangers, she speaks freely, feeling the need to say usually what crosses her mind as she thinks of it.
She is quiet nonetheless upon a first glimpse of her but as stated before, when she's on her own, she tends to become a lot more talkative. She is not uncouth, knowing what not to say to offend someone, and what to say to soothe someone's tears. She is regal, composed, rarely cries, but she smiles and laughs like any vivacious eighteen year old. She is generally a happy go lucky, respectful, and sweet girl. She will stand loyally by your side once she earns your trust, which takes a while for her to truly accept.
As for her opinions, she holds unto them steadfastly and she has many. For instance, she frowns down upon the usage of guns and other sorts of machinery and so she won't hesitate to voice this. She's the sort of person that could easily be classified as a martyr: live by the sword, die by the sword, swear by the sword. Very loyal and outspoken when she needs to be. Very quiet and sweet.
[Story so Far . . . ]
Born to the nobleman, William Theo MacCallum II and an Arcane Mage, Rosalind Georgina MacCallum, Leigh was the third girl out of well . . . three children. She was thus spoiled and lavished with gifts aplenty, elaborate dolls,
overpriced doll houses, stuffed bears, wooden rocking horses imported from faraway continents, all of this was bestowed upon their youngest daughter. She was instilled in the proper etiquette of a nobleman's daughter, her father having been given the title of Duke at the impressive age of eighteen upon his father's untimely death.
Leigh was given piano lessons, flute lessons, intense history lessons, and any other educational tutoring one could think of. She was also heavily trained in the defensive and beautiful art of fencing by her father, who used this skill as a Red Mage back in his days as a pupil of The Academy. At the age of twelve, she was enrolled into The Academy, a prestigious school dedicated to the education of the mystical and arcane arts. Poring over voluminous textbooks and learning how to craft potions, refine equipment and armor with a simple murmuring of a spell, and how to heal and injure someone quickly became tedious for the young girl. And so . . . one day Leigh made the hasty decision to draft herself into the Neristrinian army to fight for a cause she fiercely believed in.
Arming herself with tomes, her beloved staff, and convincing her angered father to go back to his secret passion, Leigh emerged with a formidable rapier and an admirable attitude to match. With staff in hand she watched as armies fell under her fingers and tongue, chanting words of death and toxins, and letting sparks of flame and electricity fly from her fingertips. It took a year of watching comrades who quickly became friends die on the battlefield, to convince Leigh to return home.
Teary-eyed, flushed, and ashamed, Leigh spent months trying to return to her parents' and attendants' good graces. Now, Leigh wants almost nothing to do with the war at hand, having seen what she believed, was the very worst of it with her own eyes.
[Abilities]
As a practitioner of magic and having trained for literally years, Leigh is almost unrivaled (I say almost, because there's a Mage or two more proficient in spell casting out there) in her ability to cast Magic. She mainly dabbles in the Dark Arts: lightning, fire, blizzard, sleep spells, etc.
Flare
A basic low-level spell that every novice Mage from The Academy learns. Having enough heat to singe a page in a book or catch a hated enemy's sleeve on fire, it is useful to throw someone off guard but not to say, burn someone to death. Depletes a good 10-15% of her mana.
Mega Flare
Intermediate spell that can cause a lovely second degree burn on the right target, depending on the strength of her channeled magic. Normally Leigh likes to channel this out through her hands but there are rare occasions where she'll use her staff. There were some incidents where, whilst learning this spell, she burned her hands.
Bolt
As it implies, sends an electric jolt through the intended target, singing the very tips of their fingers, and leaving them quite buzzed for the day. Can create an unpleasant ringing sensation in the ears and a clicking sound in the brain as a result of being shocked. It's more unpleasant than anything but after a bathing treatment in special salves, it should go away.
Mega Bolt
This spell can and will take your clothing off, so be prepare to be humiliated. Works well for scores of enemies, like around fifteen or so tightly grouped together, but it's rather wasteful for her to use it on one puny target. It can incapacitate a whole group, leaving them unconscious, with a permanent click in their brains and an inability to see in color.
Lullaby
Puts the enemy or a whole group of enemies, again around fifteen or so as this is as much as her mana will allow, maximum, to sleep. By channeling her magic out through her staff, Leigh will increase her accuracy of casting this spell successfully by about 50%, normally without the aid of her staff it's a mere 50% so with her staff it's pretty much inescapable. Places the enemies into a sound sleep, rendering them useless and immobile. This spell can place a single enemy to sleep for 15 minutes and a score of enemies, around ten or so, to sleep for around 10 minutes as a whole.
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