Tome of Creation

[Koti~]

Spoiler: Nabura 

Name: Nabura
Titles: Silence
Age: 22
Appearance: Despite her age, Nabura is on the short side, barely 5’4 in height. Years of both training and survival in the desert has left her extremely thin, barely weighing 100 pounds, giving her the appearance of a very malnourished child. Naburas years under the sun has only darkened her skin from her naturally dark skin, her hair bleached whitish yellow from the sun, a few strands of red mixing into. She tends to keep her long hair pulled into a single ponytail, held back by a simple bandage wrapped around her head to hide her ruined left eye. Her right eye is a startling blue color, which many find unnerving and at odds with the rest of her appearance.

Along her back is a half finished tattoo scar, a swirling pattern that ends just at the middle of her spine, the skin flayed pink as part of her peoples rite of passage into adulthood.

Nabura tends to go wear a simple dirty smock of a shirt, paired with a frayed green skirt that falls around her knees. She tends to wear lighter clothes to keep cool and allow her to blend into the downtrodden that several pass by. She doesn’t wear shoes, preferring do go barefoot despite the hard stones and sharp rocks, as she has lost most of the sensation in her feet from the burning sands.

Skills:
Macaw- Nabura can mimic others voices and even alter her own, making it impossible to pin down her own voice. She uses this to great effect to startle and unnerve her opponents during fights.

Deaths Embrace- Having been pushed to the edge of death and despair herself, Nabura does not fear the end of her life, or losing her life in a death. This in itself has made her fearless, allowing her to push beyond where others would reasonably flee for their lives.

I’m you, you’re Me- Nabura is extremely talented in blending into the background, her lack of both weight and height allowing her to hide among even the most bland commoner. She carries such little presence that few can keep track of her during long drawn battles.

I can see your soul- Nabura easily picks up on people's movements and small details, things that most would allow them to pass by. Even with her one good eye, she is always watching and studying people.

Personality: Nabura is a blank slate when it comes to emotions and personage. She tends to mimic what people will find either most approachable, or will push people away from her. She leaves little impression on others and tends to remain quiet and uncaring until she is needed to work.

When actually on her own, Nabura is a very demure and silent person. Having survived so long on her own, she cherishes loyalty and drive, doing what is required with no hesitation to repay those who have saved her life. When left on her own, she comes across as rather feral, relying on body language and actions to tell how she feels about others and people, knowing that words can lie, the body the only thing one can truly trust.


History: Nabura was born to the desert tribe of Heneras, people who have made a living in the burning sands and sparse landscapes. She was raised upon their ideals and teachings, knowing that one needed to be strong no matter what, to battle the desert they lived in. At the age of 5, she was taken upon her first hunt to find food, which during that time she lost her left eye during a hunt against their meals. She survived the fight and continued to help on hunts and watch over the people.

At 10, she was placed upon the night watch, a common occurrence for the younger soldiers so the adults could rest during the longer days. She was another soldier in the army by then, cold hearted and skilled with a dagger and short sword as they needed to defend their people against the night time creatures that could threaten their lives.

Upon the age of 13, she was to undertake the rite of age by her people, where her birth symbol would be carved into her flesh during high noon, a test to show that she could endure any pain that might come her way. She failed, crying out in pain as the flaying dagger passed over her spine, sending a shock through her system. She was banished from her tribe as was common in her people, given the dagger used to flay her skin, and a skein of water.

For 6 years she did everything she could to survive, struggling to hunt enough meals to live, stealing from wary travelers and even the most fierce creatures of the desert to just survive, her drive to prove herself stronger than her people would allow. She almost died several times, both from starvation and sickness, her body shaped by the harsh winds and burning sands.

Eventually she was rescued by an army of bandits, having been just about dead on her feet, sick from venom and dehydration. In return, she offered her life to the man who had saved her, her tribal histories stating that her life was in his hands, as she would have already been dead at her own skills. Her body didn’t recover from the time under the blazing suns, but she proved invaluable to the men. While not accepted like most, she found a tribe to protect again, and would not fail her bloodline again.

[Koti~]

Spoiler: Revon 

Character Name: Revon
Player Name: Koti~
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Social Standing: peasant

Description: Revon is a slim yet sturdy man, standing a solid 5’8 with decent muscle adding up to 168 lbs. His body is well toned from all his time spent in the sun, giving him a well toned body, a few whitish lines her and there from scars of either being caught, or stupidity. He wears them well, the most prominent being one from the back of his right shoulder down to his hip, a strike of the whip from his first big mistake. His usual outfits consist of leather breeches and his signature blue jacket, adorned with a cloth belt that is more for decoration. His hair is held back in a loose ponytail that comes just to the nape of his neck, brunette and usually tamed back. Revon is a man of his appearance, as people are less likely to suspect him over a dirty man, despite the blades on his hip.

Armor: Leather jacket that has been dyed a deep blue,
Blucker shield for simple guards and just a bit more finesse with his blades.
No cap as he finds them rather ill fitting his appearance

Primary Weapon: Two daggers, one just a few inches longer than the other. Each blade curves inwards slightly before curving back out into a point, creating a small crescent shape in the center of the blade.
Secondary weapon(s): Poisoned throwing darts to knock out guards and men and a thin knife mainly for working on unlocking chests.
Languages: Aiveti (Amorian) 2
Elin (local) 2
Skills:
Bluff 3
Knife fight 3 (Dual wield)
Sleight of Hand 2
Stealth 2
Perform (Act) 2
Disguise 1
Escape artist 1
Disable device 2

Personality: Boisterous and proud, Revon has a near insufferable desire to prove himself a man worth attention. Having had to lie and steal his way through life, Revon takes anything that he can his hands on, no matter the means. His time in the clergy did soften the rougher edges, making the once vicious and cruel man into someone with an approachable edge, wooing those who he believes can help him grow stronger. Despite this, he finds very little trust in others, the world having proven time and again that allowing one to watch your back is just another blade poised to strike. The man makes fast allies, but no friends, not wishing to deal with betrayal ever again.

Background: Revon was born to a local wench and a joe, both that didn’t want him. His mother raised him as she could, relying on him for sympathy and free money for a mother down on her luck. When he became old enough to be of use, his mother tried to foist him off on another person, from being a knight's servant, to even the butler of a simple man just for more money. Revon realized quickly that this woman held no real love for her, and ran off at the age of 5, deciding to live on the streets over being a servant before he even lived his life.

Revon struggled on the streets for two years, learning quick that the world hated beggars only slightly less than child thieves, as he managed to just only earn a meager living off scraps and few coins. His chances came when he tried, driven by hunger and greed, to steal off a blind man from the street, figuring the man a simple target. He managed to just make it down the nearest alley before being caught by several other children, then the man himself. He introduced himself as Blind Willie, the leader of almost all thieves and rogues that ran the town. No one stole anything without him learning, and he had admitted to watching Revon when he became just enough of a nuisance to him.

Deciding to train the young child, Blind Willie ordered him to live under the tutelage of the clergy, a safe haven while he worked and trained under the eyes of fellow thieves and rogues. He agreed, as the alternative was to be sent to jail.

He learned from both, learning numbers and written words from the clergymen, bluffing and lying his way out of trouble as best he could, and getting better with age. During the nights though, Revon trained under several rogues, learning to use daggers to protect his life, how to pick open doors and chests, and the best tricks to lift just about anything from the targets. He committed himself to learn them, growing up with the confidence and pride backed by skill perseverance.

Finally he bought his way out of living on the streets, knowing that all he learned was by his own strength and determination, and nothing that the clergymen taught him was worth. From there he knew he owed all to Blind Willie, but it was a debt he would happily pay through his life.

[Koti~]

Spoiler: Natalie Germaine 

Name: Natalie Germaine
Unknown Titles: The last child, the child of blue
Age: 18 (Chronologically unknown)
Gender: Female
Race: Half Human, Half ???

Appearance: Natalie has an air of permanent exhaustion about her, despite appearing wide awake and brimming with energy. She stands at a measly 5’1 inches in total height, which makes her seem younger than her actual age, while only weighing in at 133 pounds total. She has blonde hair that is kept tied in a simple ponytail that is always to the middle of her back. Her eyes shimmer a deep green color, which several people find calming and attractive, though she finds them rather dull. Her face and skin are slightly rose colored, with a few smatterings of freckles across her face.

She usually dresses in simple outfits, preferring comfort over appearance, as fashion holds little value to her. Despite this, several still find her alluring.

Racial skills:

Unstoppable: Natalie is unable to die, as her body is constantly fueled with energy that allows her to heal from anything, keeping her physical body in a state of physical well-being. This does not deal with the pain from lack of certain ailments, such as starvation, dehydration, or drowning.

Lifebringer: Natalie emits a field around her that can rejuvenate and invigorate others, usually resulting in a sense of motivation and drive towards whatever goal they might have. This only affects them physically, and will not remove any mental effects on their bodies, such as hunger or delirium.


Exuberance: Those within the field are able to recover from physical strain or loss of stamina with a very short rest period, feeling full of energy to drive. This does not allow the body to mentally recover from fatigue or the like.

Share: By focusing the energy field she emits from her body, she can target individuals to share in her current physical and mental state. This includes any emotions or trauma she has endured in the moment.

Overdrive: By pushing her energy field to the max, Natalie can cause people's energy level to skyrocket, including sensations, information, emotions, or actions beyond living limitations. This does cause a massive backlash as it consumes much more energy than what one can normally put out or recover from remaining in her effect field.

Normal Skills:

Worldly tolerance: Natalie, due to her ability, has learned to deal and handle an insurmountable level of pain or discomfort, beyond what most can even fathom. This has allowed her to survive mortal wounds and lethal poisons, and even handle moving broken bones.

Small in stature only: Natalie has had to learn to fight well above her weight class, as she has to overcome her own abilities to give energy and force submission from them. She has learned both lethal and non lethal fighting moves for this need.

Marathoner: Natalie, with her own skills, is a person of extreme endurance and energy, allowing her to continue going and pushing to her max without tiring. While not the fastest around, she can outstripe a lot of people in the long run.

Ancient Knowledge: Natalie has lived for a very long time, despite her physical age being locked at that of an 18 year old girl. Due to this, Natalie has picked up a large amount of knowledge, several of which she has written down to make it easier to recall if needed.

Doodler: While something she has had ages to hone her skill, Natalie does not have very much luck with drawing. Despite that, she finds the act and hobby relaxing, and enjoys it when she can.

Personality: Natalie is a very demure and soft woman, preferring to remain out of the limelight and help others with kind words. She knows when to be comforting and when to be harsh, yet tries her best to soften her words. Natalie doesn’t wish to stand out much, as drawing attention to herself has only caused problems in the past for her. She is not one for making long friends, but she doesn desire relationships as they are few blessings for her to have in the world, and she has the longevity to care for them despite the time that passes.


Weapons: While trained in close combat fighting, Natalie has some experience in weaponry, preferring still yet to be close range with them.

Her normal weapon of choice is one she calls the Dragon’s Maw, a meteor hammer that is imbued with the power of fire. She can ignite the two balls in flames, both serving as a light source and extra damage as she sees fit. They are keyed to ancient words to turn them on and off, making it impossible for others to use the fire magic to their own whims.