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Emiera
Name: Emiera. She does not remember her last name, or who her parents were, and as such simpply goes by her first name, or by 'Emi' for short to her friends (which aren't many, at least at this time.)
Age: Looks to be in her mid to late 20s, but her true age is unspecified.
Gender: Female
Race: Part angel, Part Demon, possibly part human also. As I said before, she's not entirely sure of her heritage, but believes herself to be one of Valauiel's descendants, and therefore claims to be his heir(ess).
*Valauiel is also a character of mine, so I'm not bastardizing or leeching off anyone else's characters.
History: Emiera's past is a subject veiled in mystery; only fragments remain to shed light on the truth. She is the descendant of both Angelic and Demonic blood, much like the Twilight Demon Valauiel, and as such has come to believe that she is his heir(ess), and the rightful inheritor of all power. She knows that he was a great Lord of Hell and that her mother was a woman with blue hair, but remembers little else of the details, including the full extent of Valauiel's cruelty.
She was taken from her parents upon birth by a kind demon (kind being a relative term, in this case) for fear of what might happen to a child of her heritage; half-breeds were typically frowned upon by both the angels and the demons, and most were promptly executed. In this, she was fortunate; however, this was one of the few times fortune would ever smile upon her. Or perhaps it had not smiled at her, but had in fact given her a sadistic grin, knowing all that lay before her if she lived...
Her younger years were spent in training in the magical arts and general studies of the mortal world. She heard only rumors of the Celestial world and the Demonic world from the man who had raised her, but the topics were quickly dismissed as rumors whenever she questioned them further. Though he attempted to train her in the art of physical combat, she never showed great promise with this, and while she in time learned to use a staff to adequately defend herself from average fighters, she primarily learned great mastery of the magical arts, specifically in the holy and healing arts and also the arts of darkness. (In short, she's a Sorceress and not a fighter; beware of her magic, but you'd have little trouble beating her in a magic-banned melee fight.)
In time, the old man who had cared for her passed away, and Emiera was cast out of his estate by the groundskeeper, who was taking ownership until the man's son came of age. They claimed she was an unwelcome guest who had been allowed only by their master's wishes, and curtly told her that "her kind" was not welcome, making several disparaging remarks about her wings; one white and feathered as an angel's, the other black and leathery as a bat's. When she questioned what they meant, and demanded explanation for their sudden cruel treatment, she was responded to only with the word 'Halfbreed' before being tossed out into the cold night.
She wandered the city streets alone and penniless for months, gathering whatever information she could on the so-called 'Halfbreeds', Angels, Demons, and anything else that caught her interest, keeping her wings wrapped about her in a cloak whenever possible to hide the shame she did not understand. She was glad to see that the area seemed fairly well-populated with both humans and demons, and was able to get much information on the demon world and their lords, though information on angelic lore was scarce and vague at the best.
One in particular caught her interest; a Demon Lord by the name of Valauiel, who had also been described as having an angelic and demonic wing, just as she did. She inquired persistently about him, having never heard of another with the same attributes. She speculated that he might be her ancestor, or at the least a relative, but no one seemed to have any information on his personal life, other than that he was a bastard in general and had an overly strong fondness for attractive women. Some rumored that the forces of Hell were stirring, but none could confirm this as anything more than a rumor, and after all, when were the forces of Hell NOT stirring?
She wandered the world for several years in search and study of this rogue Demon Lord she had come to admire, though she had never met him. She heard tales that he had once been a great angel, but had fallen due to rebellion, and though he started as nothing in Hell, he rose quickly to power, eventually becoming one of the Four Lords of Hell under the Dark One, primarily renowned for his Power, while the other three were known for Cruelty, Destruction, and Hatred. She believed that if she had enough power, she could also forge a place for herself in her world as he had in his.
She moved from town to town, overhearing hushed whispers that seemed to spread like wildfire among the demons that the troubles in Hell had escalated to a full-scale war amongst the Four Lords, and was apparently a rebellion led by one called 'Ainarauko'; the Great Betrayer. From the descriptions, she knew them to be speaking of the one also called Valauiel. After all this time, she had grown desperate to finally meet him, in hopes that he could answer all of her questions about her past, and grant her the power to make her mark on the world.
Having practiced extensively in the dark arts under a great teacher, she had learned several forbidden spells: among them, a spell to create a portal to another dimension. Determined, and perhaps blinded by her idealism, she ventured into the depths of the forest and conjured a portal... straight into the depths of Hell. Unfortunately, due to the unnatural location, she was not able to specify a proper location, and the portal was opened well above the ground, as she found upon casting herself in. She was left with no choice but to cast off her cloak and spread her wings to fly to relative safety amongst the chaos.
She landed calmly amid a group of demons, whose eyes immediately grew wide with fear, then narrowed into anger as they saw her wings. Claiming she was one of "his", they attacked her, and she was forced to dispatch them all, after wringing the location of Valauiel's citadel from their broken forms, before heading toward it to meet the one she had been seeking.
To make an already long story shorter, she found him and fought alongside him briefly, and was amazed at his power and overall prowess in battle, but quickly became aware of his cruelty and disloyalty toward all but himself, and eventually realized that he was not at all the one she had admired. She fell back to the citadel in hopes of catching a moment to at least discuss things with him, but was captured shortly after her arrival by an invading army of the other Lords, and was brought before them, as she bore the wings that only she and Valauiel possessed.
The Lord of Cruelty explained that Valauiel was responsible for her parents' deaths and for much of the suffering in the mortal realm due to his mad lust for power. Her dreams shattered, she had little choice but to ally herself with the Lord of Cruelty in order to defeat him. After a prolonged battle, Valauiel fell and was cast into the mortal realm, being unable to defeat both Emiera and the Lord of Cruelty together.
However, he was not known as the Lord of Cruelty for nothing, and as soon as Valauiel had been banished from their realm, he grabbed Emiera forcibly by the arm and threw her to the floor, standing on her back as if to crush her. He mocked her for her foolish trust in him, and thanked her for her assistance in ridding Hell of the only true threat it had ever faced, then grabbed her by the wings, saying he would give her a farewell fit for a traitor, and that all her memories would be forgotten except the next moment, which he urged her to "remember for every day of her miserable life." With this, he forcibly tore both wings from her back, uttering a curse to never let them heal, and threw her toward the portal Valauiel had been cast through, leaving her bleeding and screaming as she fell into unconsciousness and was also cast back into the mortal world.
She awoke in a pool of her own blood some time later, her head spinning, and attempted to push herself up from the cold forest ground. No sooner had she attempted to move though than she felt two large streaks of crippling pain shooting through her back. She winced in agony and fell back to the ground, unable to move against the pain wracking her body. All she remembered were the demon's last words, not even his face, and the wings being ripped off her back. Try as she might, she could not recall the reason, nor anything of her past. All that stuck in her mind was the name 'Valauiel'... whoever that was.
It was then that she began to hear 'The Voice'. It was a calm voice that seemed to have no gender or distinct personality tied to it, one that seemed to dance across her mind like ripples on a pond. Over the next few months, it told her many things, of spells she had forgotten, of friends she thought she would not remember, and of enemies she must face, including the Phoenix Girl, the Vile Cat, and the Noble Psion. It told her of things past, present, and future; it seemed to be an all-knowing entity that was everywhere, yet nowhere, yet only told her what it felt she should know. The one thing it continually echoed in her head was "You are the Heir of the Twilight... the Rightful Inheritor of All Power..."
The information most had on this Valauiel character by the time she had regained enough skill to walk around in public again was that he had recently tried to conquer the world by using a magical stone and his own incredible powers, but had been stopped by a small group of adventurers and was presumed dead. The exact details of this account varied greatly, but from the fragments she was able to piece together from the Demonic Lore she had learned and the tale of his rise and fall, she assumed it to be the truth. She would have passed it off as legend, but none had ever even spoken of an angel-demon hybrid as anything more than a 'halfbreed' with a glare and a sneer, but this man... somehow he was different. Familiar. They spoke not as if they were in awe, or in glee that he was now dead, but as if they were afraid. Of what, she could not ascertain, but the feeling of uneasiness, even when speaking of his defeat, could not be denied. One piece of information caught her ear very clearly though... he had been called the 'Twilight Demon' and the 'Lord of Power'... There was no doubt in her mind. She was the heir of Valauiel, and if he had fallen, she would take his place, and claim all power as her birthright...
Description: The signature should show this as I sketched her character out in MSPaint, but here goes in text anyway:
Physical: She has long black hair past her shoulders, with one section slung forward over her right shoulder. The bangs are white and are slightly longer on the right, and are also parted in this direction. Her left eye is blue as the sky, and the right eye is as purple as an amethyst. She is caucasian, though her skintone is ever so slightly darker than an average person. She stands 5'7" tall, and her weight, as with all women, is a secret. She seems about average in that aspect, however. Her birthdate is 8/23 by the human calendar, and her blood type cannot be ascertained due to her supernatural origin.
Clothing: Emiera wears a dark purple sleeveless dress with a large 'keyhole' style in the chest. The dress is tattered around the bottom, but goes about the length of a short skirt. She wears a red scarf with archaic runes in bright pink reading 'Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven' when translated; this scarf is wrapped around her right shoulder and goes under her left arm, dangling in both the front and back. She wears a simple green belt to keep the majority of the dress in place, and to hold any small supplies she may need, though her magic covers the majority of her needs. Her socks are white, and her thin leather boots are black, though not polished or shiny, and are worn to the point that they have developed several holes. She wears a green wristband on her left wrist bearing a red pentagram and a golden cross. Her outfit is completed with a green string wrapped in a criss-cross pattern down her right arm, held on her hand by a silver ring on her ring finger; this wraps around above her chest and below her left arm to hold the upper section in place; it is fairly loosely threaded and does not impede her movement.
Markings/Accessories: She bears a black tattoo on her left arm, which is a series or elegant curved lines around a cross in the center. She also wears a pair of red earrings in the shape of hearts, which also bear a cross in the middle. Her necklace hangs above her chest on a silver chain, and is shaped in the image of a silver crescent moon atop a golden sun. The most obvious markings I have saved for last: on her back she bears permanent large jagged crescent-ish scars with sections jutting out at random from where her wings were forcibly ripped from her flesh. These wounds are cursed and will never truly heal, though they have sealed and will no longer blood. She will still feel the pain of her detached wings from time to time as she remembers the event, but will suffer no further physical damage from them.
Personality: Emiera is rather bitter toward most people, but is especially venemous toward those she feels are responsible for ruining her life. In addition to the Demon Lord who tore off her wings, she is especially venemous toward Kalatome, Chihiro, Drakkim, and anyone else she finds to be involed in 'Lord Valauiel''s destruction, as she never had the chance to get the answers she sought. She really only wants to be accepted by the world and live in peace, after all the hurt she has endured, but has grown coldhearted and leans more toward evil considering the events she has suffered through, following 'the Voice' in her head as it seems to be leading her toward 'all power', which it claims is her birthright as the 'Heir of Twilight'. She believes this power will allow her to make her way in the world and live a proper life, or to get revenge on those who abused her, especially without the telltale wings to frighten everyone who sees her.
*DISCLAIMER: She is not emo. She's a hurt and misguided individual, and has been quite literally through Hell, so don't be so quick to pass judgment.
Abilities:
Regeneration - Emiera's body heals at a dramatically enhanced rate, causing her wounds to seal within seconds or minutes depending on the severity of the wound. Critical or cursed wounds of course will heal much slower, and still have the potential of killing her before she can regenerate fully. Extreme loss of blood will prove fatal as with any being, though the enhanced regeneration means it will take significant amounts to kill her in this fashion. Severe mutilation will of course be more permanent, as evidenced by the loss of her wings. While she could technically regenerate a lost limb, it would take her several days and leave her completely drained of energy. Due to the curses placed on her back wounds, her wings can never be restored, and will ever remain as scars.
She may also use:
Light Spells
Dark Spells
Light/Dark Fusion Spells
Weapons: Emiera is not proficient in many weapons, save for throwing a rock or hitting you with a stick, though she can use a staff to parry most attacks while she casts her spells. The staff she wields is an angelic artifact that was passed down to her by the old man who raised her; he claims it was a gift from her mother, though he never told her who her mother was, and due to her forced lack of memory, she cannot recall who he was. It is a golden caster's staff with silver runes running up the shaft, reading in a translated form 'Power rests in hopes and dreams'. (Emiera cannot read this text, as she was never trained in the angelic tongue; if she was told the meaning, she has since forgotten it.) The base of the staff has three green rings hovering magically around the base, which is cast in a standard egg-like shape with sprialed etcing going to a center at the tip. The 'neck' of the staff has 3 more green rings, and above that a rounded section with alternating emeralds and peridots. The headpiece is an intricate design,with the shape of the head curving out in two directions in a wavelike 'U' shape tapering outward at the ends and down near and away from the neck. In the center of the headpiece's base, a silver cross is embedded on both sides. In the center of the 'U', hovering magically inside, is a 6-pointed elongated emerald-hued crystal, which seems to shift between a pale sea green and a dark forest green as the light hits it at different angles. This crystal emanates a soft green light as well, which is sufficient in place of a torch if amplified with Emiera's magic. (Normally, it would be equivalent to a plug-in night light, so not really practical, but good enough to not trip over her own feet if she's drained of magical energy.)
Sample RP: Emiera's purple and blue eye opened slowly, her vision blurred and red and her head spinning as if she had been turning about for days and just now stopped; the vertigo alone was nauseating. She realized she was lying front down in a pool of liquid with her face tilted sideways. She glanced around herself and noticed the liquid was red and warm... she was lying in a pool of blood. Her eyes opened rapidly with shock and she attempted to raise herself off the ground. As soon as she put weight on her arm to lift herself, however, pain went shooting through her back, down both sides where her wings had been, and she immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to move due to the pain. HAD been? she thought, not sure at first why she had worded it this way, then she realized the blood was flowing from two gaping wounds in her back. Wha... what happened... to me...?came the words in shocked desperation, as her world faded again to black. As her consciousness slipped away from her once more, she heard a strange voice speaking to her... not with any form, or substance, but she heard the voice in her mind. "You are the heir... of Twilight... ...seek out the ones who have ruined everything... ...The Phoenix... The Ever-Noble Psion, and that Vile Cat... ...it is your birthright... to inherit... all power..."
Age: Looks to be in her mid to late 20s, but her true age is unspecified.
Gender: Female
Race: Part angel, Part Demon, possibly part human also. As I said before, she's not entirely sure of her heritage, but believes herself to be one of Valauiel's descendants, and therefore claims to be his heir(ess).
*Valauiel is also a character of mine, so I'm not bastardizing or leeching off anyone else's characters.
History: Emiera's past is a subject veiled in mystery; only fragments remain to shed light on the truth. She is the descendant of both Angelic and Demonic blood, much like the Twilight Demon Valauiel, and as such has come to believe that she is his heir(ess), and the rightful inheritor of all power. She knows that he was a great Lord of Hell and that her mother was a woman with blue hair, but remembers little else of the details, including the full extent of Valauiel's cruelty.
She was taken from her parents upon birth by a kind demon (kind being a relative term, in this case) for fear of what might happen to a child of her heritage; half-breeds were typically frowned upon by both the angels and the demons, and most were promptly executed. In this, she was fortunate; however, this was one of the few times fortune would ever smile upon her. Or perhaps it had not smiled at her, but had in fact given her a sadistic grin, knowing all that lay before her if she lived...
Her younger years were spent in training in the magical arts and general studies of the mortal world. She heard only rumors of the Celestial world and the Demonic world from the man who had raised her, but the topics were quickly dismissed as rumors whenever she questioned them further. Though he attempted to train her in the art of physical combat, she never showed great promise with this, and while she in time learned to use a staff to adequately defend herself from average fighters, she primarily learned great mastery of the magical arts, specifically in the holy and healing arts and also the arts of darkness. (In short, she's a Sorceress and not a fighter; beware of her magic, but you'd have little trouble beating her in a magic-banned melee fight.)
In time, the old man who had cared for her passed away, and Emiera was cast out of his estate by the groundskeeper, who was taking ownership until the man's son came of age. They claimed she was an unwelcome guest who had been allowed only by their master's wishes, and curtly told her that "her kind" was not welcome, making several disparaging remarks about her wings; one white and feathered as an angel's, the other black and leathery as a bat's. When she questioned what they meant, and demanded explanation for their sudden cruel treatment, she was responded to only with the word 'Halfbreed' before being tossed out into the cold night.
She wandered the city streets alone and penniless for months, gathering whatever information she could on the so-called 'Halfbreeds', Angels, Demons, and anything else that caught her interest, keeping her wings wrapped about her in a cloak whenever possible to hide the shame she did not understand. She was glad to see that the area seemed fairly well-populated with both humans and demons, and was able to get much information on the demon world and their lords, though information on angelic lore was scarce and vague at the best.
One in particular caught her interest; a Demon Lord by the name of Valauiel, who had also been described as having an angelic and demonic wing, just as she did. She inquired persistently about him, having never heard of another with the same attributes. She speculated that he might be her ancestor, or at the least a relative, but no one seemed to have any information on his personal life, other than that he was a bastard in general and had an overly strong fondness for attractive women. Some rumored that the forces of Hell were stirring, but none could confirm this as anything more than a rumor, and after all, when were the forces of Hell NOT stirring?
She wandered the world for several years in search and study of this rogue Demon Lord she had come to admire, though she had never met him. She heard tales that he had once been a great angel, but had fallen due to rebellion, and though he started as nothing in Hell, he rose quickly to power, eventually becoming one of the Four Lords of Hell under the Dark One, primarily renowned for his Power, while the other three were known for Cruelty, Destruction, and Hatred. She believed that if she had enough power, she could also forge a place for herself in her world as he had in his.
She moved from town to town, overhearing hushed whispers that seemed to spread like wildfire among the demons that the troubles in Hell had escalated to a full-scale war amongst the Four Lords, and was apparently a rebellion led by one called 'Ainarauko'; the Great Betrayer. From the descriptions, she knew them to be speaking of the one also called Valauiel. After all this time, she had grown desperate to finally meet him, in hopes that he could answer all of her questions about her past, and grant her the power to make her mark on the world.
Having practiced extensively in the dark arts under a great teacher, she had learned several forbidden spells: among them, a spell to create a portal to another dimension. Determined, and perhaps blinded by her idealism, she ventured into the depths of the forest and conjured a portal... straight into the depths of Hell. Unfortunately, due to the unnatural location, she was not able to specify a proper location, and the portal was opened well above the ground, as she found upon casting herself in. She was left with no choice but to cast off her cloak and spread her wings to fly to relative safety amongst the chaos.
She landed calmly amid a group of demons, whose eyes immediately grew wide with fear, then narrowed into anger as they saw her wings. Claiming she was one of "his", they attacked her, and she was forced to dispatch them all, after wringing the location of Valauiel's citadel from their broken forms, before heading toward it to meet the one she had been seeking.
To make an already long story shorter, she found him and fought alongside him briefly, and was amazed at his power and overall prowess in battle, but quickly became aware of his cruelty and disloyalty toward all but himself, and eventually realized that he was not at all the one she had admired. She fell back to the citadel in hopes of catching a moment to at least discuss things with him, but was captured shortly after her arrival by an invading army of the other Lords, and was brought before them, as she bore the wings that only she and Valauiel possessed.
The Lord of Cruelty explained that Valauiel was responsible for her parents' deaths and for much of the suffering in the mortal realm due to his mad lust for power. Her dreams shattered, she had little choice but to ally herself with the Lord of Cruelty in order to defeat him. After a prolonged battle, Valauiel fell and was cast into the mortal realm, being unable to defeat both Emiera and the Lord of Cruelty together.
However, he was not known as the Lord of Cruelty for nothing, and as soon as Valauiel had been banished from their realm, he grabbed Emiera forcibly by the arm and threw her to the floor, standing on her back as if to crush her. He mocked her for her foolish trust in him, and thanked her for her assistance in ridding Hell of the only true threat it had ever faced, then grabbed her by the wings, saying he would give her a farewell fit for a traitor, and that all her memories would be forgotten except the next moment, which he urged her to "remember for every day of her miserable life." With this, he forcibly tore both wings from her back, uttering a curse to never let them heal, and threw her toward the portal Valauiel had been cast through, leaving her bleeding and screaming as she fell into unconsciousness and was also cast back into the mortal world.
She awoke in a pool of her own blood some time later, her head spinning, and attempted to push herself up from the cold forest ground. No sooner had she attempted to move though than she felt two large streaks of crippling pain shooting through her back. She winced in agony and fell back to the ground, unable to move against the pain wracking her body. All she remembered were the demon's last words, not even his face, and the wings being ripped off her back. Try as she might, she could not recall the reason, nor anything of her past. All that stuck in her mind was the name 'Valauiel'... whoever that was.
It was then that she began to hear 'The Voice'. It was a calm voice that seemed to have no gender or distinct personality tied to it, one that seemed to dance across her mind like ripples on a pond. Over the next few months, it told her many things, of spells she had forgotten, of friends she thought she would not remember, and of enemies she must face, including the Phoenix Girl, the Vile Cat, and the Noble Psion. It told her of things past, present, and future; it seemed to be an all-knowing entity that was everywhere, yet nowhere, yet only told her what it felt she should know. The one thing it continually echoed in her head was "You are the Heir of the Twilight... the Rightful Inheritor of All Power..."
The information most had on this Valauiel character by the time she had regained enough skill to walk around in public again was that he had recently tried to conquer the world by using a magical stone and his own incredible powers, but had been stopped by a small group of adventurers and was presumed dead. The exact details of this account varied greatly, but from the fragments she was able to piece together from the Demonic Lore she had learned and the tale of his rise and fall, she assumed it to be the truth. She would have passed it off as legend, but none had ever even spoken of an angel-demon hybrid as anything more than a 'halfbreed' with a glare and a sneer, but this man... somehow he was different. Familiar. They spoke not as if they were in awe, or in glee that he was now dead, but as if they were afraid. Of what, she could not ascertain, but the feeling of uneasiness, even when speaking of his defeat, could not be denied. One piece of information caught her ear very clearly though... he had been called the 'Twilight Demon' and the 'Lord of Power'... There was no doubt in her mind. She was the heir of Valauiel, and if he had fallen, she would take his place, and claim all power as her birthright...
Description: The signature should show this as I sketched her character out in MSPaint, but here goes in text anyway:
Physical: She has long black hair past her shoulders, with one section slung forward over her right shoulder. The bangs are white and are slightly longer on the right, and are also parted in this direction. Her left eye is blue as the sky, and the right eye is as purple as an amethyst. She is caucasian, though her skintone is ever so slightly darker than an average person. She stands 5'7" tall, and her weight, as with all women, is a secret. She seems about average in that aspect, however. Her birthdate is 8/23 by the human calendar, and her blood type cannot be ascertained due to her supernatural origin.
Clothing: Emiera wears a dark purple sleeveless dress with a large 'keyhole' style in the chest. The dress is tattered around the bottom, but goes about the length of a short skirt. She wears a red scarf with archaic runes in bright pink reading 'Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven' when translated; this scarf is wrapped around her right shoulder and goes under her left arm, dangling in both the front and back. She wears a simple green belt to keep the majority of the dress in place, and to hold any small supplies she may need, though her magic covers the majority of her needs. Her socks are white, and her thin leather boots are black, though not polished or shiny, and are worn to the point that they have developed several holes. She wears a green wristband on her left wrist bearing a red pentagram and a golden cross. Her outfit is completed with a green string wrapped in a criss-cross pattern down her right arm, held on her hand by a silver ring on her ring finger; this wraps around above her chest and below her left arm to hold the upper section in place; it is fairly loosely threaded and does not impede her movement.
Markings/Accessories: She bears a black tattoo on her left arm, which is a series or elegant curved lines around a cross in the center. She also wears a pair of red earrings in the shape of hearts, which also bear a cross in the middle. Her necklace hangs above her chest on a silver chain, and is shaped in the image of a silver crescent moon atop a golden sun. The most obvious markings I have saved for last: on her back she bears permanent large jagged crescent-ish scars with sections jutting out at random from where her wings were forcibly ripped from her flesh. These wounds are cursed and will never truly heal, though they have sealed and will no longer blood. She will still feel the pain of her detached wings from time to time as she remembers the event, but will suffer no further physical damage from them.
Personality: Emiera is rather bitter toward most people, but is especially venemous toward those she feels are responsible for ruining her life. In addition to the Demon Lord who tore off her wings, she is especially venemous toward Kalatome, Chihiro, Drakkim, and anyone else she finds to be involed in 'Lord Valauiel''s destruction, as she never had the chance to get the answers she sought. She really only wants to be accepted by the world and live in peace, after all the hurt she has endured, but has grown coldhearted and leans more toward evil considering the events she has suffered through, following 'the Voice' in her head as it seems to be leading her toward 'all power', which it claims is her birthright as the 'Heir of Twilight'. She believes this power will allow her to make her way in the world and live a proper life, or to get revenge on those who abused her, especially without the telltale wings to frighten everyone who sees her.
*DISCLAIMER: She is not emo. She's a hurt and misguided individual, and has been quite literally through Hell, so don't be so quick to pass judgment.
Abilities:
Regeneration - Emiera's body heals at a dramatically enhanced rate, causing her wounds to seal within seconds or minutes depending on the severity of the wound. Critical or cursed wounds of course will heal much slower, and still have the potential of killing her before she can regenerate fully. Extreme loss of blood will prove fatal as with any being, though the enhanced regeneration means it will take significant amounts to kill her in this fashion. Severe mutilation will of course be more permanent, as evidenced by the loss of her wings. While she could technically regenerate a lost limb, it would take her several days and leave her completely drained of energy. Due to the curses placed on her back wounds, her wings can never be restored, and will ever remain as scars.
She may also use:
Light Spells
Dark Spells
Light/Dark Fusion Spells
Weapons: Emiera is not proficient in many weapons, save for throwing a rock or hitting you with a stick, though she can use a staff to parry most attacks while she casts her spells. The staff she wields is an angelic artifact that was passed down to her by the old man who raised her; he claims it was a gift from her mother, though he never told her who her mother was, and due to her forced lack of memory, she cannot recall who he was. It is a golden caster's staff with silver runes running up the shaft, reading in a translated form 'Power rests in hopes and dreams'. (Emiera cannot read this text, as she was never trained in the angelic tongue; if she was told the meaning, she has since forgotten it.) The base of the staff has three green rings hovering magically around the base, which is cast in a standard egg-like shape with sprialed etcing going to a center at the tip. The 'neck' of the staff has 3 more green rings, and above that a rounded section with alternating emeralds and peridots. The headpiece is an intricate design,with the shape of the head curving out in two directions in a wavelike 'U' shape tapering outward at the ends and down near and away from the neck. In the center of the headpiece's base, a silver cross is embedded on both sides. In the center of the 'U', hovering magically inside, is a 6-pointed elongated emerald-hued crystal, which seems to shift between a pale sea green and a dark forest green as the light hits it at different angles. This crystal emanates a soft green light as well, which is sufficient in place of a torch if amplified with Emiera's magic. (Normally, it would be equivalent to a plug-in night light, so not really practical, but good enough to not trip over her own feet if she's drained of magical energy.)
Sample RP: Emiera's purple and blue eye opened slowly, her vision blurred and red and her head spinning as if she had been turning about for days and just now stopped; the vertigo alone was nauseating. She realized she was lying front down in a pool of liquid with her face tilted sideways. She glanced around herself and noticed the liquid was red and warm... she was lying in a pool of blood. Her eyes opened rapidly with shock and she attempted to raise herself off the ground. As soon as she put weight on her arm to lift herself, however, pain went shooting through her back, down both sides where her wings had been, and she immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to move due to the pain. HAD been? she thought, not sure at first why she had worded it this way, then she realized the blood was flowing from two gaping wounds in her back. Wha... what happened... to me...?came the words in shocked desperation, as her world faded again to black. As her consciousness slipped away from her once more, she heard a strange voice speaking to her... not with any form, or substance, but she heard the voice in her mind. "You are the heir... of Twilight... ...seek out the ones who have ruined everything... ...The Phoenix... The Ever-Noble Psion, and that Vile Cat... ...it is your birthright... to inherit... all power..."
