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Hilanta Ancalim?? It wasn't often that Hilanta found herself quite at a loss for words. She had slain foes out of self-defence and friends out of mercy. A fellow clansmen in the throes of madness, held still and safe only by her hands. Seen a whirlwind conjured by a small child before disappearing away, harmless.
There was a giant lizard... a lizard jumping around this strange establishment, being chased by a seeming madman and no one was helping it.
Actually, they were ignoring it. Was that the common practice here? An argument from the bar drew her ears, ever so slightly heightened hearing picking up a lovers' spat.
She smiled. It had been a long time since she'd had a lover to spat with.
Hilanta Ancalim??
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Imehal
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
Groups
Description
Not mine. I can't remember whose, but not mine.
"Elegance, honesty and clarity."
Basics
Name: Hilanta Ancalimé
Alias: None.
Title(s): Wind Dancer or Aerua.
Age: Two hundred and sixty.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human.
Occupation: Wind Dancer.
Appearance
This young woman possesses the beauty of her mother and both natural and learnt grace. Her 5'8" lithe form made her the perfect candidate for the Wind Dancer from her family, with her slight curves just enough to give her an appealing figure. Her incredibly long pale brown hair is nearly always loosely plaited, drawing her hair away from her sculpted features that give her face an angled look, but not a hard one. Her green eyes hide nothing from anyone who cares to learn her feelings from them.
Hilanta's style of dress is practical and form-fitting, mainly consisting of a pale blue bodysuit that has sleeves down to her elbows. Primarily, this is so that no excess material interferes with her fighting, nor her dancing, but covering the lower half of her body suit is a short skirt that begins at her hips and stops halfway down her thighs and it fans out slightly when she moves. Her legs are covered with a thick pair of navy leggings which are covered at the bottom with knee high black boots, laced up the front, completely flat except for a small heel for balance. She has a dark blue travelling coat, made from thick wool that fastens down the front with small wooden toggles that has very tapered sleeves and tails, so that if she must fight in her coat, she is able to do so.
The uniquely crafted swords of her people are strapped all over her body, so that she can carry them as well as a small backpack. There are three sets; one strapped to her back in their sheaths under her back and the two other sets attached to her black waist belt, strapped in thin sheaths next to each other, two on either side of her waist, allowing her to carry all of her weapons at all times, should she need them, with the back swords being the easiest to draw in a hurry. She carries no other weapons and wears no armour, as it would restrict her movements and that is simply not viable, as the Wind Dancers rely on their speed and agility to fight and use those same talents to keep themselves out of harm's way.
Equipment
Her only piece of jewellery is a small gold coin around her neck, with a small inscription and the symbols of the Wind Dancers of Kadea, which allows those of her creed to recognise her easily without prior identification.
Hilanta's training as a Wind Dancer involved the honing of her skills at manipulating the wind in conjunction with the Wind Dancer's signature weapons - elongated scimitars with numerous, different sized holes and grooves along the blades, some no bigger than a child's fingernail and the largest no bigger than a pebble. Ordinarily, such defects would be detrimental to weapon's strength, but the weapon smiths of Laqkira can forge these blades with ease, if the right materials are at hand. The Wind Dancers themselves are skilled at maintaining the blades, but have not the time to learn how to forge them. As such, each Wind Dancer carries a minimum of six blades with them - three sets in case the worse should happen.
Due to the nature of the process of creating the Wind Dancer's blades, unless the family is wealthy, the blades themselves, other than their holes and grooves are plain. Hilanta's are no exception, being made from steel with no embellishment on the hilt or wrapping, other than the maker's mark on the base of the hilt and her own symbols engraved at the centre of the hand guard.
Fighting Style
A Wind Dancer's blades have an unique arrangement of holes and grooves along their blades to compliment their own ability with the wind around them, which are designed and created when the Wind Dancer earns their blades at fourteen. The objective of these holes is to allow the Wind Dancer to even turn their fighting into a beautiful musical display, allowing them to manipulate the wind onto the holes and grooves. This makes their attacks musical alongside graceful and agile, detracting some of the brutality away from the efficient techniques, replacing it with the delicate beauty of a style protected by the Temple of Kadea.
Magic
Although the young Wind Dancer possesses natural ability in air-based elemental magic, her grasp over it is not as controlled as another of her training because of her late start, meaning that her physical capabilities needed to be reinforced following her disease.
Nevertheless, she is magically gifted, though Hilanta is only currently able to use her elemental abilities in combat with her blades in hand. Using the melodies created by the grooves and holes in her unique scimitars, she can manipulate the air around her to divert incoming blows, thrust up buffering winds to soften an unavoidable blow, guide her own strikes to their destination accurately and even use the winds to bring items across a short distance into her grasp if she has a hand free.
She does not show off with her magic and despite playing catch-up, Hilanta has proved herself skilled at not only when to implement her magical abilities to her greatest advantage in combat but also how to control it to a good extent. It is rarely that her casting goes awry, unless she is very significantly distracted.
Personality
Not once has the young woman told a lie in her entire life. Her hold on the truth is of the utmost importance to her, although she can appreciate the humour in minor trickery and does not mind others lying in her presence. However, she refuses to lie for others or for herself. She is a gentle soul, giving equal respect and care to all she meets without prejudice towards culture or gender. Her honesty is however also one of her most obvious failings. Her unwillingness to lie has sometimes got her into trouble and situations she would rather not be in.
Hilanta has grown up in Laqkira, never leaving except on very guarded visits to Teocatha at the request of the Elders. This has led to her understanding of the world to be sheltered, though she is by no means naive. She has witnessed death with her own eyes and wishes to prevent any innocent lives being lost, though she is not afraid of shedding blood in the name of her people and beliefs.
Biography
Her life has been pretty ordinary, excepting one particular event when Hilanta was just six years old. She fell prey to a usually lethal condition to adults but managed to survive through a combination with her natural toughness and young age. However, her life came at a precious price, as well as meaning that she had to start her Wind Dancer training two years late, at ten rather than at ten as she recovered.
Over time the after-effects of this recovery are growing more and more prominent. At first, it was simple loss of the sense of touch as she was growing up and learning how to be a Wind Dancer, but upon hitting puberty, the effects steadily began to worsen and unfortunately become more permanent.
Presently, Hilanta has a fading sense of touch in her upper body but her legs are practically impervious to touch on the surface, though if a wound goes deeper than an inch, she can feel the pain quite prominently. The condition is intensifying constantly – sometimes as quickly as within a day.
However, she has never let it stop her from practising or becoming a skilled fighter; it has just made her more careful than most, though she has been known to attempt foolhardy tasks with little care for her own well-being.
Hilanta Ancalim??'s Story
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Hilanta Ancalim?? It was a shame, but fighting as they were, Hilanta could not and would not intervene. Her blades were good; she was better but that looked like an invitation only fight. Perhaps an honour duel.
Swords swaying at her hips, Hilanta began her procession across the bar, nimbly with a touch of natural grace, feeling quite out of place in such a strange environment.
Swords swaying at her hips, Hilanta began her procession across the bar, nimbly with a touch of natural grace, feeling quite out of place in such a strange environment.
Hilanta Ancalim?? almost stopped as she looked upon... two men? No, it couldn't be, she told herself firmly, take her pale blue green eyes away from the sight as fast as she could towards the bar counter.
Hilanta Ancalim?? looked across at the now openly arguing couple with something akin to pity for them both but they were strangers and it would be rude and inappropriate to try on mediate on something that wasn't her business anyway.
So, she silently wished them luck and then sat down quite delicately upon one of the bar stools. sheaths just fitting either side of the rather novel seat.
"Excuse me?" she said out loud, her first words since entering the bar. Her voice was clear and a little lilting from singing lessons.
So, she silently wished them luck and then sat down quite delicately upon one of the bar stools. sheaths just fitting either side of the rather novel seat.
"Excuse me?" she said out loud, her first words since entering the bar. Her voice was clear and a little lilting from singing lessons.
Hilanta Ancalim?? had been pleasantly surprised to discover that they stocked the sweet wine that she so loved from back home, the tender bot - whatever that was - serving her politely, but it was a strange contraception.
Nevertheless, now she could start to relax. The smell of jasmine and cranberry reminded her of home.
Nevertheless, now she could start to relax. The smell of jasmine and cranberry reminded her of home.
Hilanta Ancalim?? sipped her wine carefully, setting the glass down upon the counter with a soft click. Well, she'd woken up outside, leaning against a wall, everything on her that she had had when she had fallen unconscious.
So now what? No money and in a seemingly surreal universe. Maybe she was dreaming?
So now what? No money and in a seemingly surreal universe. Maybe she was dreaming?
Hilanta Ancalim?? 's momentarily widened as the crescendo of the battle between the lizard and the man ended in... biting? What... on... She looked away quickly, facing the bar counter, quite confused.
Hilanta Ancalim?? noted the sounds of frantic running getting closer to her with a degree of worry, turning just in time to unsheath a beautifully crafted sword, the blade littered with holes ranging from the size of a speck of dust to the size of a two penny coin.
The air around Hilanta hummed with a faint melody, blocking the swing almost effortlessly, though she felt the reverberation down her arm.
"Back foul creature," she hissed, holding her ground as she unsheathed a second blade.
The air around Hilanta hummed with a faint melody, blocking the swing almost effortlessly, though she felt the reverberation down her arm.
"Back foul creature," she hissed, holding her ground as she unsheathed a second blade.
Hilanta Ancalim?? watched her arm buckle and knew instinctively that it should hurt, bringing her blade up to attempt to prevent any over-head swings as she slid gracefully to the right to escape any entrapment.
It would not have her blood. She forbid it.
It would not have her blood. She forbid it.
Hilanta Ancalim?? pushed off with her left foot hard against the floor, invoking her magic to propel her safely out of the way of danger of the flying chair.
She was facing him now, suspecting that he had a much greater strength than she. It was a foul thing to look upon, but she daren't close her eyes.
She was facing him now, suspecting that he had a much greater strength than she. It was a foul thing to look upon, but she daren't close her eyes.
Hilanta Ancalim?? hated that she couldn't feel the wind against her face; only her sight told her that there was a second blow coming from the side at her head.
One blade blocked the shard of glass that was thrust towards her gut downwards, ducking the second almost completely, a cut appearing on her pale cheek.
Not that she noticed, her mind on the melody that her blades and the wind made together. The music that she danced to.
One blade blocked the shard of glass that was thrust towards her gut downwards, ducking the second almost completely, a cut appearing on her pale cheek.
Not that she noticed, her mind on the melody that her blades and the wind made together. The music that she danced to.
Hilanta Ancalim?? proceeded to crouch below the arm that was still aiming for her face with unrelenting brutal, catching sight of the flame out of the corner of her eyes, willing herself to not react.
But her head jerked to face it as she twisted around Lazarus, aiming to be at his right-hand side by the end, blades held defensively.
Dirty fighting. Bastard.
But her head jerked to face it as she twisted around Lazarus, aiming to be at his right-hand side by the end, blades held defensively.
Dirty fighting. Bastard.
Hilanta Ancalim?? had barely a split second to make a choice that would prove dangerous if made wrong. Right, she told herself, stepping to spin her feet to twist herself backwards... and hit a hard surface with an audible thud, the breath taken from her, just managing to keep her balance from falling forward. Her swords came up together, crossed at abdomen height and ready to move if needed.
Sometimes, she loved her condition.
Sometimes, she loved her condition.
Hilanta Ancalim?? was still recovering from the thudding halt against the shield. Just because she didn't feel the pain did not mean it wasn't affecting her body.
With a gasp, she managed to quick-step to the left to avoid the angry slash, not bothering to look down to see if he had done any harm. She'd find out later.
Instead, she focused on attempting to roll over Lazarus's back to get away from the shield, which she was almost certain was of his devising.
With a gasp, she managed to quick-step to the left to avoid the angry slash, not bothering to look down to see if he had done any harm. She'd find out later.
Instead, she focused on attempting to roll over Lazarus's back to get away from the shield, which she was almost certain was of his devising.
Hilanta Ancalim?? had been expecting precisely this, using the added unfamiliar momentum to spin herself to face him, slashing downwards with her right hand blade, the left kept defensively close.
Hilanta Ancalim?? hesitated, staring at the creature in astonishment, taking a few measured steps backwards. Her cut hadn't been deep; superficial really.
Still, if he had passed out, it was sheer luck on her part. So, she continued to back away, her left leg giving a little. Now she looked down, seeing that the shard had gone in quite deep.
Just perfect. Please don't get up, she said, scowling at the collapsed creature.
Still, if he had passed out, it was sheer luck on her part. So, she continued to back away, her left leg giving a little. Now she looked down, seeing that the shard had gone in quite deep.
Just perfect. Please don't get up, she said, scowling at the collapsed creature.
Hilanta Ancalim?? breathed a sigh of relief as he remained motionless, drawing out a strip of cloth from her backpack to wipe her blade clean of the blood at the bar when she reached it.
Then she sheathed them, deciding if this was the welcome she was going to get here, then she didn't want to stay a moment longer.
After she'd tended to her leg, she would leave.
Then she sheathed them, deciding if this was the welcome she was going to get here, then she didn't want to stay a moment longer.
After she'd tended to her leg, she would leave.
Hilanta Ancalim?? apparently was to get no peace, barely having seated herself on the stool when another foe appeared out of nowhere, Hilanta lightly frowning as she drew the pair of blades from her back, held up defensively. "I do not want to fight," she said steadily, her voice deathly calm.
Hilanta Ancalim?? felt like she was being judged for a split second, awarding the stranger a respectable bow in response, sheathing her blades again as she did so. "I did not want to fight him and I certainly did not come here looking for combat," she replies, shifting herself back onto the stool without another word, sliding off her backpack onto the bar counter.
She had take care of the wound quickly.
She had take care of the wound quickly.
Hilanta Ancalim?? looked at him hard for a moment as he started applying the bandages without even asking permission, her hands coming down to halt him. "Please, I'd rather you didn't. My wounds are... interesting to manage," she said, almost smiling wryly. "I am Wind Dancer Hilanta Ancalimé, stranger. And you?" she questioned in turn, ushering his hands from her leg with insistence.
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