Post by aiomi on Jul 20, 2014 20:33:41 GMT
Name: Satasha Azor
Race: Human
Pic: artofmike.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/RecklessWaifSketch.jpg
Description: a pale young woman, slight in stature, seemingly weak, to those who see magic however, her aura is dark, swirling with the cries of a hundred souls, her hair, raven black in color, falls to the middle of her back, eyes, Silver the one attribute about her that betrayed her magical nature to mundanes they are always paranoid and she seems to trust no one
Background: one day a little girl wandered down the wrong dark alley, a man before her, hungrily licking his lips, backs her into a corner, stance threatening, he reaches out to touch the girl, his intentions never become clear though, because with a flash and a scream from the girl in fright, the man simply dissapear's from that plane, never to be seen again by any mortal eyes, a tall woman, powerful and kind looking (to the girl's eyes at least) holds a hand out to the girl "come with me young one, i will teach you so that you need never fear a man's touch again."
and so began young Satasha's magical education, having already learned thieving at a young age the young woman now starts to learn the dark magics of necromancy, her touch less than a month later could bring a man to his knees before her, years pass as the world turns, as her training advanced she would go out and actively hunt such brutes as the one that had attempted to assualt her, soon whispers on the street, two female figures, demons some called them, seductress' others said, where feared above even the guards and the kings punishment. but, alas the necromatic art was forbiden magic, and soon that spreading reputation reached the wrong ears, orders where given, the kings magisters sent, and the hunt began, now a year later, the girl is alone, her mistress dead, and the kings men hunting the necromancer, her heart cold from the things she has seen, and done, she feels nothing or so it seems, her face a constant mask, a front, to hide her thoughts from the world as she continues to work her art in secret.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
energy points: 10
Physical attack: 5
Physical defense: 5
Magical attack: 9
Magical defense: 9
Agility: 8
Will: 9
Skills:
Knives-
Swords-
Maces-
Axes-
Bows-
Light armor-
Medium armor-
Heavy armor-
Block-
Arcane - 1
Pyromancy-
Aeromany-
Geomancy-
Hydromancy-
Necromancy-6
Illusion-
Conjuration-1
Holy-
Nature-
Equipment:
Coin Pouch: 300 GP
Knife-
physical attack- 2
crit chance- 5
double attack chance- 5
cost- 50gold
Race: Human
Pic: artofmike.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/RecklessWaifSketch.jpg
Description: a pale young woman, slight in stature, seemingly weak, to those who see magic however, her aura is dark, swirling with the cries of a hundred souls, her hair, raven black in color, falls to the middle of her back, eyes, Silver the one attribute about her that betrayed her magical nature to mundanes they are always paranoid and she seems to trust no one
Background: one day a little girl wandered down the wrong dark alley, a man before her, hungrily licking his lips, backs her into a corner, stance threatening, he reaches out to touch the girl, his intentions never become clear though, because with a flash and a scream from the girl in fright, the man simply dissapear's from that plane, never to be seen again by any mortal eyes, a tall woman, powerful and kind looking (to the girl's eyes at least) holds a hand out to the girl "come with me young one, i will teach you so that you need never fear a man's touch again."
and so began young Satasha's magical education, having already learned thieving at a young age the young woman now starts to learn the dark magics of necromancy, her touch less than a month later could bring a man to his knees before her, years pass as the world turns, as her training advanced she would go out and actively hunt such brutes as the one that had attempted to assualt her, soon whispers on the street, two female figures, demons some called them, seductress' others said, where feared above even the guards and the kings punishment. but, alas the necromatic art was forbiden magic, and soon that spreading reputation reached the wrong ears, orders where given, the kings magisters sent, and the hunt began, now a year later, the girl is alone, her mistress dead, and the kings men hunting the necromancer, her heart cold from the things she has seen, and done, she feels nothing or so it seems, her face a constant mask, a front, to hide her thoughts from the world as she continues to work her art in secret.
Attributes:
Hit points: 10
energy points: 10
Physical attack: 5
Physical defense: 5
Magical attack: 9
Magical defense: 9
Agility: 8
Will: 9
Skills:
Knives-
Swords-
Maces-
Axes-
Bows-
Light armor-
Medium armor-
Heavy armor-
Block-
Arcane - 1
Pyromancy-
Aeromany-
Geomancy-
Hydromancy-
Necromancy-6
Illusion-
Conjuration-1
Holy-
Nature-
Equipment:
Coin Pouch: 300 GP
Knife-
physical attack- 2
crit chance- 5
double attack chance- 5
cost- 50gold
