Description

Personality

Name: Ikela Zwalot
Nickname(s): None.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Xythica
Current Residence: Xythica
Role: Cult Member

Height: 6'3"
Weight: 132 lbs. (which is terribly underweight)
Hair: Platinum Blonde; she never does anything with it but occasionally chop it off, therefore allowing it to get tangled and matted.
Eye Color: Red. It's not natural, and stems from an eye issue of hers. She has trouble seeing, and her eyes are very sensitive to light.
Build: Ikela kind of resembles a dead tree. Tall, aged, skinny to an unhealthy point, decrepit...yeah. She just doesn't look right.
Defining Feature(s): Either her eyes or her build. or her constant nosebleeds.
Race/Ethnicity: Xythican
Fashion: She's never seen without her cult uniform on, although sometimes she'll be forced to remove her mask to deal with her nosebleeds.

Temperament: Phlegmatic/Supine
Sin: Sloth
Virtue: Humility
Orientation: Asexual
Marital Status: Single.
Around Others: Ikela doesn't speak unless spoken to, and even then it's not like she'll say much with that raspy voice of hers. She isn't entirely aware of how socialization works.
Inner Self: When alone and when in the dark, Ikela acts no different. She doesn't know what she's doing, all she knows is that it's apparently right. Or wrong. It doesn't make any difference to her.
Goals: To do whatever the other cult members are doing. Seriously, that's it.

Likes: Birds. That's pretty much it.
Dislikes: Uh...
Strengths: She's pretty good with magic and, although her attribute is Air, she's much better with Earth. Element-wise, she resists Wind and her Wind spells are strong against Fire, Order, and Chaos. Her Earth spells are strong against Fire, nature, Energy, Order, and Chaos.
Weaknesses: She can't take many hits, can't move very fast, tends to space out easily, and doesn't take combat seriously. Element-wise, she's weak to Nature.
Fears and Phobias: She isn't entirely sure.
Theme Song: Waiting For A Train

Head & Neck: Ivory Cultist Mask
Arms & Hands: N/A
Above Waist: Cultist Robes, Tattered Dress
Below Waist: Fancy Boots

Weapon of Choice: N/A
Style of Combat: Generally, Ikela just stands in one spot and casts spells, only dodging when...she feels like it, I guess? She's kind of inefficient.
Elemental Attribute: Wind

Powers & Abilities: Ikela knows quite a few Earth spells, and a couple of Wind spells. In the hands of a talented fighter they'd be something to reckon with...but Ikela is as close to a talented fighter as a hippo is to free-form jazz.
Weapons: N/A
Support: N/A
Valuables: She carries around a pair of binoculars that appear to serve no purpose whatsoever. they seem to be very dear to her.
Transportation: N/A

History:

As Ikela rarely speaks, her past is entirely unknown. No one knows about her relatives, her childhood, or anything of the sort...some people doubt she knows anything about her past herself.

The only thing that's been made obvious is that she has some health issues. Blood vessels constantly break in her eyes, leaving her scleras pink and red most of the time...making her red irises even more unsettling. Ikela seems to suffer from frequent nosebleeds, and is generally off-balance during these nosebleeds. Every once in a while she'll couch up a little blood, but it's not frequent enough to be noticeable. Then there's the whole fact that it looks like she's never eaten before...or that it looks like she's never used lotion before...

Basically, she's kind of...um...Ikela-y. That's the only way to describe her, really.