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The Orsa of Terminus wish to claim twelve artifacts to release their imprisoned lord, known only as The Sealed One. The Patronus Guardians seek to keep these artifacts from the Sealed One and his generals.
Description
General Info:
Name: Aiedai
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Race: Human/Host
Significant Relations: Sylvire Nasazura acts as her guardian.
Height: 4' 7"
Weight: 89 lbs
Overall Appearance: Aiedai is an odd looking young girl - ordinary in height and build (if a little on the slight side), she is incredibly pale in skin tone. Her hair is long and light blonde, reaching her upper chest and back. There are number of odd tattoo-like marks on her face, which Aiedai believes have been there her whole life. Her oddest feature is perhaps her eyes, which are a piercing silver blue, and seem to contain a literal spark behind them, which glows brightly when she uses her powers.
Personality: Aiedai is almost always silent. She seldom speaks unless it is necessary, and frequently ignores being addressed. A very distant young girl, the only person she has any real trust in is Sylvire. In some ways, Aiedai is wise beyond her years - which might be something to do with the age-old spirits that inhabit her body. These spirits are not 'personalities', as such, but rather they have influenced Aiedai herself. As a result, aspects of the spirits show through sometimes, but she is not schizophrenic. Slow to make friends, if interact at all, Aiedai is introverted. For a young girl, Aiedai's morals and values are particular well set, and she seldom hesitates to defend herself or those she would consider worth protecting.
Skills and Talents:- An avid reader, the only medium Aiedai really engages with is books.
- Agile and quick.
- Quick witted, Aiedai has fast reactions.
Abilities:- Psychic Force: This encompasses a wide range of abilities, ranging from simply lifting things with telekinetic force, to blasting through things with it, all the way to massive shockwaves of psychic power.
- Psychic Wails: This ability is less tangible than pure psychic force, and causes massive pain and trauma within the minds of those Aiedai either targets or those around her in general. This is particularly effective against other psychics, and can render people incapacitated in pain.
- Levitation: Via the use of psychic force.
- Psychic Shielding: Aiedai can create force fields and such of psychic energy, though this only affects physical attacks, not things like lasers and pure energy based attacks.
- Planar Shifting: Aiedai can phase herself over to the ethereal plane with time, making her unaffected by anything bar arcane attacks.
- Enrapture: Aiedai can draw up to an entire room of people into unconsciousness along with her, into a world defined by her mind. They are, in reality, simply fallen and unconscious in the 'real world', but they experience Aiedai's own mind represented in wild and wonderful ways. She has total control here. Damage sustained within the world isn't physically harmful, but the shock induced from feeling the damage as if it were real could be.
Equipment:- Callstone direct to Sylvire.
- Purse with small amounts of money in.
- Plush horse toy called Sunny. <3
Background Info: Aiedai has total amnesia. She can't remember anything before she turned up in The Ruins alone, until Sylvire found her. Truth is, she was an ordinary little girl up until then - but she wandered into the ruins, and got herself possessed by some ancient spirits with powerful abilities. Sucks for her, I guess.
Aiedai laid a dainty hand on the door of the bar and pushed, the wood damaged from numerous bar brawls and creaking as she pushed it. When the door was open, the luminescent white woman glided in, managing to give the impression of floating through the air despite her feet being firmly on the ground. The reason the Goddess was here wasn't entirely certain, even for her. Perhaps she was curious. Perhaps it was fated to be.
Aiedai peered curiously at Domineek, the sight of a dragon (half dragon?) entirely new to her. Despite the magical nature of Varlon it had decidedly few mystical races - only the Myrans and the Dread, both of which were humanoid in appearance "I must say, your wings are magnificent." she said to Domineek, her voice smooth and ethereal.
Aiedai maintained her air of calm even in the face of such unnecessary anger "I can see you wish to be left in peace, I apologise." she said, inclining her head to her before sweeping away from the pair. The rudeness of Domineek's reaction barely registered in her mind.
No. We aren't fighting you, chulance
We are fighting each other.
You may spectate if you do not speak.
I revise my earlier statements
Seeing as chu's here, I'm using Aiedai.
She can combat superheroes.
The Aether, the vast void of swirling energies, clouds of pure fantasy that contain every colour imaginable, and many that their minds cannot even fathom. The beauty of its infinite depths surpasses that of the most wondrous beauties on Earth, and yet it is beyond the reach of mortals. Only beings of magic travel its endless ways, and Aiedai is one of those beings. Within the Master's Dojo, a cloud of purple vapour formed, slowly coalescing into the shape of a young woman, winged and beautiful. Slowly, the vapour took form, and where it had been, Aiedai stood, Swan held at her hip, and Grace strapped to her side. She was ready to take these foes, and banish them back to the abyss from which their beings originated, she was the light to their darkness.
Aiedai 's mouth quirked upwards in a half smile at the mortal's words. He wished to speed his own demise, so be it. In a flash of white light, Aiedai's feet touched the ground, and she sprinted towards Vinel, Swan in her hand and Grace in her other. Within moments she had closed the small distance between them, and was bringing her sword upwards in an arc that would cut from the man's left hip up to his right shoulder, severing vital organs and slicing through bone. The man would be dead before he realised he had been struck.
Aiedai spun, still speeding along at a sprint. Grace was raised, and took the hit from both the ice attack, gathering a layer of frost, before being thrust into the path of the lightning bolt. Both attacks failed to tarnish her perfect surface, and Aiedai did not slow. She closed with Vinel with little effort, the small room limiting how far he could float, and how far he could backpedal with his energy blasts. Taking to wing to lift her the short distance to Vinel, she thrust Swan directly towards his heart. Having been able to escape her earlier strike, and stay ahead of her sprinting, he would almost certainly be very near the far wall, making escape from her thrust much more difficult...
Aiedai spun again, in a deadly yet enchantingly beautiful dance of death. She seemed oblivious to the actions of the mage behind her, focused on slaying this man who thought to challenge her. He moved to the side, and she followed, launching herself towards him once more with the power of her wings, and thrusting Swan again towards his heart. This time though, she brought insurance that he would not move. Using the momentum to carry her, she wrapped her wings inwards, enclosing Vinel within them, and preventing his movement to the side, meaning her thrust was near certain to strike home...
(( Wait - Rion is joining in? >>; ))
Aiedai didn't even blink. When one is born in the Aether, the swirling masses of pure energy become a norm, and energy becomes a simple matter to deal with. Not even pausing in her thrust, her wings still wrapped around the man and preventing his movement, she funneled the energy that would have struck her through herself and released into the Aether that was part of her very being. The energy was gone in an instant, perhaps striking an unfortunate Aether Wyrm. Her foe unable to evade by pushing backwards due to her encompassing wings, Swan's blade would be milimetres from the fool's heart, and he would be unable to move in time to avoid it.
(( Ugh. Messy post, but you get the point >>; ))
(( I have to go pretty much now anyway :( ))
Aiedai Within the bar, a purple mist would begin to form in an isolated pocket near the center. A cloud of amethyst energy that swirled unnaturally around the single spot, not spreading or shrinking, barely reacting at all to its surroundings. After a few moments, the mist would begin to coalesce into the shape of a winged female, and slowly but surely, Aiedai's form would fade in from the mist, her body appearing surrounded by a thin layer of mist. She took a step, and the mist vanished in a sudden whorl, as Aiedai separated entirely from it. Looking around the bar, she noted the presence of a few powerful individuals, and some less so. Maybe there would be less of a need for excessive force, tonight.
Aiedai 's sharp ears picked up Vyntreth's voice "Oh? And what does that mean, may I ask?" she questioned without turning, pausing in her walking towards the bar. "I assume it is not because you are an unattractive pig, entirely bound to the earth, and without any degree of power? Unless you have such poor self esteem as that, I would have to assume you consider yourself 'evil'."