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Mediuma IC Thread

This roleplay takes place in a post-modern universe. The technology is advanced beyond modern day, but is still limited -- no colonies, no space travel. Ballistic weaponry is used by both sides of the conflict as the official ground-based weaponry. Airships, being the standard in upper-class commuting, are used in raids and airborne combat. To make matters more hectic, large quantities of people across the planet are starting discover the ability to use magic, throwing a further chaos onto the battlefield. Being destructive in nature, with only perhaps one healer to a hundred killers, this magic, in the hands of those that understand it, has become a serious threat.

General Rules:
+Follow general Roleplay Etiquette
+Basic grasp of writing is required. We're not looking for Fitzgerald here, but we do need legible posts.
+Entry to this RP is by application only. PM your profile and introductory post to myself or Treize Khushrenada and we will let you know as soon as possible if you're approved.

Stats:
We are using a very basic stat system in this Roleplay. Every character has five points to put into each of the following categories. Zero points is no ability, one is poor ability, two is average ability, and three is great ability. These stats are not permanent restrictions. We will allow for characters to develop beyond these stats as the story progresses.

+Piloting -- The ability to pilot Airships. The higher the skill, the larger, more complex, craft a character can pilot with greater success.
+Melee Combat -- With the advent of magical powers, melee weapons have found themselves working their ways back into the battlefield with various enchantments and other magical enhancements. The higher skill one has in this field, the more varied and skillful a character can wield a melee weapon.
+Ranged Combat -- The most common weapon on the battlefield is still the gun, and as such, is still a worthwhile skill to have. The higher the level, the wider ranger and more accurate a character is with projectile weaponry.
+Magic -- Soon to rival ballistic weapons on the battlefield, the more points a character has in this field, the more powerful the spell said character can cast.
(Potentially more to come. If so, any already-accepted players will be allowed to redistribute their points.)

A few notes on skills: There is a three-point cap on each skill, and a player must have a decent reason for having a 3 off the start in any field. Additionally, a 3 in magic can only be obtained from the start if the character is a scholar or official in the government's employ. I would once again like to reiterate that a character won't gain more skill points or anything later in the RP, but will be allowed to evolve their character beyond his/her initial abilities.

Profiles:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Piloting Stat: 0-3
Melee Stat: 0-3
Ranged Stat: 0-3
Magic Stat: 0-3
Starting Weapons:
Appearance:
Brief History:
Additional Notes:

Name: Obsidian [Crimson] Fyre
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Piloting Stat: 0
Melee Stat: 2
Ranged Stat: 1
Magic Stat: 2
Starting Weapons:
.::. Short swords -- Overall length 25 ½. The blade is made from carefully forged and tempered steel that is created in a long laborious skillful process and each of them fit inside her vambraces for easy deployment. They are short enough to fit on the underside of her arm [elbows down to the wrists] and are easily brought out of the vambraces with a flick of her wrists.
.::. Jewel endowed fiery red staff, the shade a perfect match to the streaks in her hair. The pole rests in a long carrier, which connects into the sword sheath.
.::. The Terpsichorean’ -- The specially created sword is often used with the combination of fire. It is also used like a normal weapon. The blade is strapped upon the left side of her body in a beautifully adorned sheath.
.::. 2 - .44 Desert Eagles are clasped in a belt that rests low against her thighs, one weapon on each side.

Appearance: Beginning with the top of her form, Fyre’s hair is a black shade with red streaks running through the entire length. The straight locks feather around her bronze, freckle splattered face before fluttering to a stop inches below her shoulder blades. The only other marking upon her face are two dimples that are only visible whenever she smiles. Long thick lashes curl up, expanding wide ebony eyes. If one were to look within them, they would feel as if they were falling forever, drowning in a sea of blackness. Her deeply tanned young skin is in perfect health and she has no problems passing off at a younger age if that’s truly what she wishes to do. Standing at a mere 5’8, Obsidian’s athletic figure is toned without an ounce of extra fat beneath the layer of muscles. Luscious velvety red lips stick out, the bottom more so than the top whenever she happens to be pouting, this usually used to get something she normally wouldn’t be able to. Also, Fyre uses this look to disarm an opponent, but only if they’re male.

Upon her upper right arm, she has a tattoo of a Star On both of her shoulder blades, lies a matching set of black wings. The tattoos are speckled with an assortment of stones that glitter around the very edges. The wings extend all the way down to the back of her thighs. The tattoo of course is not just for decoration and whenever she wishes to fly, it forms a true set of physical/biological wings, expanding out behind her. Lastly, on the lower section of her stomach, she has a tattoo of black roses intermixed with wire in the shape of a heart.

The dress she wears has two layers to it. The outer layer is a purple lace that overlays a light weight pink satin layer. The sleeves of the dress are tight and extend down to her finger tips. She wears dark leather vambraces that are heavily tooled and extend to her elbow over the sleeves. The top of the dress is princess seamed that connects into the waist seam and the skirt part of the dress fits smoothly and gracefully over the hips. The rest of the skirt flares out in about 1/3 of a circle. The surcoat is made of dark black velvet with a large standing collar. Small silver buttons run down the front, which are closed with loops. When riding it is split and curves up in the front a bit. Beneath the surcoat is a crinkled texture fabric much like a silk. Finalizing the outfit are purple leggings and black boots. Sometimes she can be found wearing black cargo low rider pants and a tight fitting red shirt made of silk. Obsidian wears a simple black choker that looks more like a belt than anything else. She also has a pair of wire rimmed sunglasses with black lenses along with a silver butterfly ring. Fyre also has an unlimited amount of hair ties and clips to pull back her hair whenever needed.

Brief History: At the age of 10, Crimson was taught the family secret technique, which was the ability to heal those that were near death. This was helpful because of the Welder’s Disease, although her family kept themselves in the rural lands of Uildernesse for the most part. In addition to that skill, she was taught basic mage spells, though she never learned how to use the proper defense spells to protect anyone. Her father swore that she would never need those techniques and no amount of begging changed that. The government began their attempts to move those within the lands and her family was one of the many that refused.

This would be their downfall because the government didn’t really appreciate being told, ‘no’. Moments before they were attacked, her mother had a premonition and hid Adrianna in a back room of their house. Her father ran in after the two and did a quick sealing spell to keep her in and others out. The men gathered round and attempted to fight off the men that attacked, but not only where they outnumbered, the men were better fighters. After watching every single family member being slaughtered in front of her at the age of 14, Obsidian vowed to help those that didn't have the abilities to fight back.

She waited for three days to be removed from the room and it wasn't until a wandering man happened upon the slaughter was she freed. After getting out of the room, Fyre began to gather all of her supplies and weaponry and set out determined to help the ailing. Time and time again, she found herself in the midst of several battles but instead of fighting alongside the warriors, she was the angelic healer that appeared only in the darkest of times and disappeared soon after healing the sick and dying. That didn’t last long however and as her magical abilities grew past just healing, she also became quite skilled in using every weapon upon her body.

Additional Notes: I like cheese. Do you like cheese?

][History might have to be amended depending on Treize's response.][

Name: Callan Mentadaxes
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Piloting Stat: 0
Melee Stat: 2
Ranged Stat: 2
Magic Stat: 1
Starting Weapons: A pistol and a collection of knives, and one hell of a right hook.
Appearance: The short cropped black hair contrasts strongly with his piercing blue eyes. He is in shape, thanks to work in the warehouse and on the forges of Howell Techno-Industries.
Brief History: Callan Mentadaxes is a 28 year old bachelor in Magiscolia who, until the Welder's Disease, worked in the industrial district as a foreman for Howell Techno-Industries, a small concern. He has quit his job since recovering. His parents both passed away shortly after he came of age. He has begun to research consulting and investigation, hoping to launch a detective agency. After recovering from Welder's Disease, Callan began to notice certain abilities he had no possessed before. He has developed a photographic memory, and now and then he seems to perceive time somewhat slower, or faster, than those around him. This is all quite confusing, and he is not sure what to make of the changes.

Name: Hillel Aveda
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Piloting Stat: 0
Melee Stat: 1
Ranged Stat: 3
Magic Stat: 1
Starting Weapons:

12.7 mm sniper rifle. Collapsible for easy storage and concealment. Scope with both daytime and night vision modes, as well as a mechanical scope in case optics fail for any reason. Maximum daytime range of 1,500 m. 2 round magazine, carries 4 magazines at any given time.

9mm handgun. 17 round magazine. Maximum range of 50 m. Carries 4 magazines at any give time.

22'' blade.

Appearance: Shoulder length, straight, silvery-grey hair, held out of his eyes by a black headband. His eyes are a shockingly light blue. He has a deathly pallor, and looks like he is constantly sick, and his gaunt face and slight build reinforce this image. He dresses in black, mostly, his clothes being fitted tightly to his scrawny body; he is 5'10'' but weighs only 110 pounds. His left cheek has a scar that runs down the side of it, a relic of a foolish childhood exploit. He actually looks a great deal older than he actually is, due to his grey hair, scars, and his scrawny body; he looks as though his body has been ravaged by disease. He wears his handgun at his right hip and his wakizashi at the right. The sniper rifle, he carries collapsed in a black briefcase.

Brief History: Hillel was born in the city of Magiscolia and lived a normal life until the age of 12, when he was taken forcefully from his home by the secret police after an aptitude test demonstrated that he would be a suitable candidate for their training program. He was quickly placed in the assassination division after showing an exceptional aptitude for shooting. He completed the training in good time at the age of 18, rated in the upper half of the trainees. It was then that he received the other part of the training; psychological conditioning.

The brutal conditioning techniques were varied between physical punishment, sensory deprivation, and chemical shock. The objective of all this was to remove any vestige of personality or individuality. The process was considered to be the final determinant of who was or was not a suitable candidate. Hillel failed the conditioning, and was considered "unbreakable." This certainly doesn't mean that he wasn't damaged, but he was ultimately resistant enough to the conditioning that he could not be considered for the secret police. But, because of his high skill with the sniper rifle, and his knowledge of the police, he had to be destroyed. However, as he was being transported to the termination center, he escaped and ran for it. For the next 9 years he lived as a mercenary, doing the only thing he knew how to do: kill.

At the age of 25 he returned to the city, battling an infection of the Welder's Disease. He received brief treatment of Mediuma, but his doctor discontinued his treatment, having seen the beginnings of the side effects in another patient. Doctor Wellington actually discontinued the drug for all his patients once they showed even moderate signs of improvement, hoping to minimize side effects. However, he was quickly "removed," causing Hillel to grow suspicious. Now he is searching for the truth about the connection between the "miracle drug" and the government who turned him into a killing machine.

Name: Cid Feltus
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Piloting Stat: 3
Melee Stat: 0
Ranged Stat: 1
Magic Stat: 1
Starting Weapons: A standard issue 9mm handgun loaded with an extended clip taking it to 30 bullets and a small combat knife hidden in his left boot
Appearance: Cid is rugged, short blonde hair with a constant bed hair look and a faint blonde beard. Cid has emerald green eyes and his nose is slightly crooked after having it broken in a fight. Cid wears a traditional Pilots jumpsuit in grey, he wears brown knee high boots, a tan jacket and a cream scarf hanging loose across his chest.
Brief History: Cid was fascinated with flying when he was a boy, as he grew older it turned into an obsession, with the advent of airships his dream was realised, he quickly rose through the ranks of the pilot academy and became a fearsome airship pilot however this left him with little skill elsewhere.
Additional Notes: Cid harbors a slight magical essence that allows him to heal faster and utilize a weak healing spell.

Name Demi Alexandria
Age 22
Gender Female
Pilot 2
Melee 3
Ranged 0
Magic 0
Starting weapons Demi’s weapon of preference are her very own hands and feet. Her life has always been dedicated in perfecting her martial arts. She is excellent in hand to hand combat and is fatal when it comes to grappling. When her own hands and feet won’t do, her last resort is a pair of silver sais which reach about the length of her fingertips to her elbow. Her opponents rarely get to see her use her sais.
Appearance She has deep blue-ish purple eyes, with long teal hair that falls to her waist. Demi keeps her hair up when she is training, which is a majority of the time. Careless of how the world may think of her, she often sports a white wife-beater style shirt with dark baggy blue jeans. Around her waist, one would find a black belt slung about her hips holding her silver sais. Located toward the middle of her back is a deep scar. Because of her recent military recruitment, she’s been required to be in uniform at certain times.
Brief History Demi’s life has always been devoted to the martial arts up until recently. During the Welding outbreak she was separated from her parents only to find that they were quarantined. It didn’t take long for Demi to realize that she wouldn’t be seeing them again. Shortly thereafter, she was recruited by the rebel military because of her skill in hand to hand combat. Demi was skeptical of the Magiscolia government and its manufacturing of Mediuma and believed it to be too good to be true.
Additional Information Bite me.

Name: Piers Thalassa
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Piloting Stat: 1
Melee Stat: 2
Ranged Stat: 1
Magic Stat: 1

Starting Weapons:
Triton: A special sword created for his uses only along with his likings. He often combines and uses the sword with ice or water depending on the situation. It was due to the combination of these two elements that he named the sword Triton, after the largest moon that orbits the icy and stormy planet of Neptune. This sword is often seen in its blue sheath. The handle of the sword carries a gem of the exact same shape and colour to the one he wears on his necklace.
Daggers x2: He has a dagger on each side of his belt able to be accessed easily in times of needs.
Explosives x3: Carried on the back of his belt are attached two small thick disk shaped objects that are capable of capable of blowing up a single sized room.
Flash Bombs x2: Located on the back of his belt that are two thick disk shaped objects. These bombs are set off with impact to the floor. When set off it emits a blinding flash for 4 seconds. The light setting the persons pupils crazy for a couple seconds allowing an escape or any other objective.
Water Bombs x3: Just like the two other types of bombs the water bombs are located on the back of his belt and are also thick disk shaped. These bombs however do nothing but release water once set off by contact to the floor. If used on an opponent nothing would happen except the person would get covered in water

Appearance: A 5’11 tall young man with brown skin. His black hair is always short and kept tidy. He was born with blue eyes that tend to match up with a V shaped blue gem that he carries on a silver necklace. He hides the necklace under a tight blue shirt that cuts off right before his elbows, between his biceps leaving his muscles half exposed to the world. Above the shirt he wears a black bullet proof vest that is of an unknown material the vest cuts off right above his shoulder and leaves the blue shirt exposed. The vest is very thin and light that gives him surprising mobility. On the left chest part of the vest lays the blue colored V logo that has been passed down from generation to generation in his family. He wears simple black pants that are neither too tight nor too baggy. Along with that he wears a black belt that he uses to hold the black sheaths and any other equipment needed. The belt itself has a silver buckle where once again you can see his family’s symbol of the V shaped blue gem in the center. His shoes are simple black ones chosen with no specific purpose. On his left hand he wears a tight black fingerless glove that is tight enough to appear as if it was his skin. He is often seen wearing the sheath to his sword wrapped around his left shoulder and wrapping around his right side.

Brief History: Piers was born like every other boy in his town. He grew up a normal life until his mom died from the Welder disease when he was of the age of 20. One month later his father also died from the same disease. His father gave Piers a sword that he said he “found in a shrine deep within the icy mountains” By this time he was all on his own. He made a living learning trying to repair ships/fighters that stopped by the small towns of Uildernesse. The pilots would teach him a few things whenever he wasn’t busy working. Soon after he turned 21 he was given a book by the town librarian along with a note explaining to him his father found the book where the sword was located. Two years later while out running errands, the government came in and completely destroyed his town. He soon found himself fighting against the government and Magiscolia.

Additional Notes: Piers does not believe in the use of Guns so he uses his daggers for a range weapon.

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Name: Eleric Trancy

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Piloting Stat: 0

Melee Stat: 1

Ranged Stat: 2

Magic Stat: 2

Starting Weapons: Eleric's main weapon of choice is a sniper rifle, this one, the Bar Mk V strapped to his back in a sturdy brown leather holster. It has a maximum scope of 7x, though prolonged use at that level risks damaging the lenses. The elegant, (replica) lacquered wood rifle holds a 15 bullet magazine, firing bullets ranging from normal to armour-piercing, fire-round, and even stun-slugs.

Strapped on his thick utility belt is a simple 20 round pistol, equipped with suppresser and an add-on 2x scope, useful but not necessary. The black elongated gun is kept in a sturdy black leather holster on his left hip.

Along his right thigh is a large bowie knife, holstered and strapped on, used for close up combat, though it is rarely necessary, serving more to reassure himself that he has got some means of protection in those situations.

He also keeps a small array of grenades on the back of his utility belt, again rarely used, but still used nonetheless.

Appearance: Standing at a nice 5'9", with a well-toned body, Eleric is in good shape, his body in shape and kept that way. Sandy blond hair, falling to his shoulders, crowns his head, although it is usually unkept and slightly matted. His freckled face sports a few scars, either from shrapnel or falls, and his weathered light brown eyes show years of hardened experience, gained on the battle field.

Eleric usually keeps a neat stubble, two or three days old, again the colour of dirty sand, that stretches all across his lower face, up to his chops.

Draped over the ex-soldier's body is a durable grey-green trench coat, hanging loosely down to his shins, and kept open. It is stained with blood, dirt and mud, and the trials of battle. Underneath this is his battle dress, the shirt a dark khaki green and the trousers a dark brown. His hands are covered in worn leather gloves, lined at certain parts with thin kevlar. Underneath the shirt is a small kevlar personal armour shirt, with scaled hardened-ceramic plates covering it. He doesn't always bother wearing it though, often settling for a simple T-shirt instead. His combat boots are in tip-top form, and they are kept as oiled as possible. The steel toe-caps have a retractable blade inserted into their base.

On his back is a heavy radio- and first aid-set, with a huge array of frequencies and an automated computer program that can analyse his body for whatever ailment he may have and treat it within the hour. All of this is boxed in a dark grey case, strapped around his arms, with a small niche especially designed to hold his rifle holster.

Along his belt is kept his pistol, as well as a small canteen, all his ammunition, a water-skin, and a pouch for his double-filtered black gas mask, which protects him even from Welder's disease. Over it he would wear his army helm, splashes of white and black paint covering it more so than its original khaki pattern.

Brief History: Brought up in the middle class district of Magiscolia, Eleric joined the army as soon as he could, demonstrating skill as a sharpshooter. During a test run for potential magic users, he was also picked up, and began the arduous year-long training course to master the art of magic using.

His skills were centred mainly around telekinetics and elemental spells, ranging from small electric discharges to re-routing circuits, even sabotaging them. His telekinetic skills allowed him perfect accuracy by stabilising any rifle he held, even suppressing gravity's effect on certain tiny objects.

Soon however, losing interest in the army's routine and crap pay, he "deserted", half-officially, half-on his own, and since then has continued life as a merc, his mildly hectic lifestyle gaining him some influential friends and the likes. Recently, he was proposed a contract. The pay seemed too good to be true, and so he took it, burying his remorse and doubts for another day. It was his trigger-finger that let loose the bullet that killed Marigo Despondia, a slug straight to the temple, killing him in an instant.

Since then, after being handsomely paid, Eleric has retreated to one of his scrummy flats, remorse and guilt slowly filling his mind, as the horrors of the world resound in his ear. He feels its his fault that all this shit is happening, even though if he hadn't accepted, somebody would have. However, he executed his contract perfectly, and nobody saw him, nobody even knew he was there. He was more perfect in his completion than even the Kennedy assassin. This just unnerves him some more.

Additional Notes: Any of ye got anythin' to say ?!

Name: Dominique Bruyere
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Piloting Stat: 0
Melee Stat: 3
Ranged Stat: 2
Magic Stat: 0

Starting Weapons: PAMAS-G1 pistol: 15 round clip, carries 2 clips. Survival knife.
Appearance: A tall and toned figure, about the average size of a teenager of his age. Short raven black hair went just over half way down the boy's forehead, and slightly down the back of his neck. His eyes were light green, possibly hazel, he couldn't really tell due to them changing in different light. Usually he had stubble running from his cheeks to his chin. Due to his age, traces of acne was present, nothing to terrible.

Wearing a wide range of clothing to suit the weather and time, he never really has a set outfit. However, his civillian clothing is usually stating his favorite bands, shows, or comics. Most times, he will wear a hat reading "mc" above the visor, and or a pair of orange UV shades. He also wears a special pair of shoes made for Savate.

Brief History: Dominique had a different childhood than most, his parents saw to that. Being the product of a high ranking soldier and a doctor, his life was soon set in stone. Both parents wanted to teach their pride and joy everything they knew, thus he became a medic. By the time 16, he was up to speed with a trained soldier in hand to hand combat, and smart enough to fix most injuries. He joined the local police force, where his talent was much accepted.

Additional Notes: Any fighting moves he may possess seemed to have originated from the fighting style of Savate. Has a good knowledge of medicine and first aid.

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Miercoles Cruz
23 years old
Male.
Piloting Stat: 0
Melee Stat: 3
Range Stat: 2
Magic Stat: 0
Starting Weapons: Bowie Knife, pair of brass knuckles, M1911 handgun.
Appearance: Miercoles is a pretty big guy, he stands about 6’5” and weighs about 270lbs, with a built frame Mier usually wears a white wifebeater and a pair of gray camo fatigues with brown combat boots. He’s tanned skinned almost as if he were Spanish descent, however if he had to be given a race it would most likely be Caucasian. Miercoles usually has stubble and has brown eyes and short, dark hair.
Brief History: Fed up of the gang-violence that he constantly endured in his hometown miercoles appeared like one of the tough thugs, but sought to do something more with his life, he joined a law enforcement academy, but eventually dropped out for circumstances unknown. After he dropped out of the law enforcement academy his life spiraled out of control, and he became one of the very individuals that he would have despised from his hometown. To this day miercoles barely manages to get by with various odd jobs, many of which are illegal.

Note: Miercoles had fought fist-fights all his life against usually overwhelming odds and quickly adapted at a young age, when he entered law-enforcement he had been taught additional techniques, then when he dropped out he utilized them in a more hardcore fashion. Miercoles relies on his fists heavily, usually even more than his gun.

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Name: Eden Riley Clark
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Piloting Stat:
Melee Stat: 2
Ranged Stat: 1
Magic Stat: 2
Starting Weapons: Two brass knuckles, Two long knives (one on each hip), hidden knives in her shoes (in the toes), and a spiked chain. Eden's weapons are enchanted so that with command the enchanted parts can be set ablaze (save for the brass knuckles).

Appearance: Eden stands at a height of 5 ft 8 with a slender built frame and toned body. Her dark red hair lays just below her shoulders in a wavy, layered mess while shaping her oval face. Her skin is pale which make her aquamarine eyes and her lush light pink lips even more noticeable.

Brief History: Eden never had a stable mind, or a normal life. The girl always grew up as an outcast and had little in the way of friends. Her family was wealthy to say the least with both parents working for the military, her mother as a magic scholar, and her father a commanding officer. Eden was their middle child and the black sheep of the family. By the time she was nine years old the girl had two therapists which taught the girl how to cover up her madness for short periods of time.

As soon as the girl was seventeen she was enlisted into the military to follow in the foot steps of her parents. Her mother had given her daughter personal instruction on how to use her magic skills and the girl was sent to martial arts classes since she was a child. It was easy to get her in the military, but keeping the girl there was another issue.

At the end of her first period of training was when Eden was given 'the magic pill' known as Mediuma and of course when the whole crisis that didn't effect her personally happened. Ever sense the girl took that pill her mental health suffered even more, and so much so that it became harder to control her urges. Because of which the girl developed dangerous ticks and when set off Eden turns into a wild animal. So when a fellow recruit called her a fat bitch faced whore a bloody cat fight ensued. The fight turned into a beating, since they were alone, left the other girl bald, burned, and with a broken arm. Frankly Eden was kicked out of the military and faced assault charges. She served a sixth months in 'The Wellbrooke Mental Asylum for the mentally unstable and then was released on 'good behaviour' (which was more like a bribe.). Being completely rejected by her family because of her behaviour Eden is on her own in the world selling doing odd jobs while deciding on her next step...

Additional Notes:
Eden's magic spells center mostly around fire, and minor healing spells. She wants to develop her magic further though.
Minor meaning this: She can heal minor wounds, cuts, and etc.
Eden can not heal illness or disease. She has to be out of combat in order to cast healing. Also depending how well she is able to concentrate is how well she can heal wounds, and is a factor in how long it takes her to heal someone.

Because of her mind being a bit off her ability to control her magic isn't perfect. If she is in one of her moods she will over do her spells such as instead of lighting a candle she'll set the table on fire with it. Or she might try to send a small fireball at someone and it turn into sparks instead of flames. The biggest amount of fire she can produce now is the size of a soft ball.

As a side effect of the Mediuma pill Eden's mental state is more irradic, so at random times she will go in a frenzy state, like a berzerker. They usually only last ten minutes or so and seemed to be caused by certain ticks that set her off at random times.

So far she has two ticks:
Calling her certain names.
Touching her with out permission or her knowing.

She doesn't react every time this happens, but when it does usually this is what triggers it.

There are more to come out with game play.

Name: Sylvia Telpyre
Age: 25
Gender: female
Piloting Stat: 0
Melee Stat: 0
Ranged Stat: 3
Magic Stat: 2

Starting Weapons: Sylvia always keeps a hidden knife in her shoe, and a Five-seveN with a 20 round capacity is always tucked in a holster at her hip, covered by the knee-length coat that she normally wears.

Appearance: Sylvia has short strawberry blond hair that falls just below her earlobes. She is slender and toned all over her 5'5" body. Her green eyes accentuate the red in her hair, as well as the freckles that grace her fair skin. She is normally seen in her staple blue denim coat that extends to her knees, hugging her at the waist. Under the coat shines a silk white tank top tucked into khaki riding pants that cling to her legs. Her height can jump up to 5'7" when she's wearing her boots, which zip up over her pants and up to just below her knee.

Brief History: Growing up close to her dad, Cyrus Telpyre, Sylvia has come to love the sky almost as much as her father. Her father always allowed her to ride the aircrafts he built on their test runs. Sylvia had never learned to fly these metal birds of the sky, but always adored them and her father's beloved work. Cyrus' excitement about his work inspired her to work for him from time to time, learning about the machines that he so carefully crafted. He was her role model, and her best friend. Her closeness to her father more than made up for her lack of a mother.

Over the years, Sylvia learned that her true desire was to help those that flew her father's crafts. She learned about medicine, and found she had a knack for it, so she opened up her own small clinic up the street from her father's repair facility. He tended to the ships while she tended to the pilots and crew. Her clinic had become a must-stop-by for crews stopping in at Cyrus' facility. She always had refreshments and good conversation ready for them while they were waiting on their ships. Her father's respect for their country inevitably rubbed off on his daughter, for she did all she could to help.

Sylvia attributes the success of her clinic solely to Mediuma and the Welder's Disease. After the outbreak of Welder's Disease, her clinic was constantly overflowing with patients that were on the verge of death, begging for the miracle drug that their televisions had told them about. She was skeptical about the drug at first, as she knew nothing of it's origins, but it broke her heart to see all the people of her country in pain. Although her clinic has not seen as many patients as during the massive outbreak, she still finds people trickling in. Just recently, she has begun to notice strange reactions in the people she had given Mediuma to. Surely this miracle drug doesn't have such a dark side?

Additional Notes: Gwar.

I edited this on 07/30/08 at 8:26 AM Eastern time for those of you who might have read it already.