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"Joy"

"You really should be happy, you can be free from strife, like birds!"

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a character in “Abaranne's Cradle: Usurper”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: "Joy", formerly Iliya (eel-ee-ah) Tuoi (Too-oy)

Age: 28

Species: Lylang Exalted

Height/Weight: 8'2", 260lbs untransformed/ 12'8", 682lbs transformed.

Appearance:

In normal form she is a young Lylang woman with soft human-like facial features and large green eyes, sclera turned black from whatever process is used to make Exalted. Her neck is long and so is her waist, traits of the Lylang race, this makes up for the most of her height. She has long black hair that runs down her back like the mane of a horse. Like most Lylang from the tropical regions she has thin gleaming fur, and exposed skin, making her appear as a strange and very tall human when fully robed. She has an eyepatch over her right eye and is missing both of her arms, and her mouth is scarred into a permenant smile. These are not related to battle but as a hate-crime against Lylang where she was tortured, before she became Exalted.

When transformed she is a long serpentine creature with the head plated in a sharp tipped helmet as well as armoring that protects her spine and fans out on her tail giving something of a semblance of a bird's tail feathers. A thick bone chestplate protects her front. Her aura manifests as two sets of small wings on her back and from the stubs of her missing arms larger wings, all made of blue wisps of light.

Personality:

Extremely optimistic and lively, they display their aspect well. Their speech is often upbeat, even to her enemies, laughing often. She thoroughly believes herself to be a liberator, possibly from becoming Exalted, finding it odd that there are those that oppose them. To her, her enemies are people who are still too bound up by anger to see the peace they've obtained. Though ruthless in battle, they display no cruelty or malice towards their enemies, and praying for each life taken.

Weaknesses: Naive, selfless, easily distracted, blind in right eye, almost purely offense.

Strengths: Excels at sheer force based magic, creating heavy bursts to thrust herself at high speed, as well as capable of creating bursts of force at a range. Takes to the air gaining an advantage.

Standard Gear: Often wears a robe similar to Gabrielle, but white with light blue wind and bird patterns, covered this way she appears almost like a tall human with much of her body covered.

Brief Background:

A Mordanian citizen before Exalted occupation, and among the first to be made into an Exalted. Years before becoming Exalted she was subject to a racial based hate crime, an old stigma with some in regards to Lylang race's bloody history. She was lured into a basement where she was tortured near the point of death, losing her right eye, and both her arms. The culprits were arrested and she was rescued, left with a shattered mind even after healing physically under medical care. Her last clinging bits of joy were directed an obsessive desire to watch the sky and birds. Without struggle she became an Exalted, and her Exalted form became an embodiment of her love of the sky.

So begins...

"Joy"'s Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: "Joy"
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Nigel listened to the others, and bowed respectfully upon their introductions. And then he heard Vigil's curiosity for the contents of the chest. Godefray explained it, at least the essential parts of it that most needed to know, but he felt it wasn't sufficient for a being such as Vigil. For some reason he felt him a more inquisitive soul than most, a kind of... hunger for knowledge present behind that stoic expression. It was something in the way he spoke, the way he acted, like an observer. Nigel was something more a bookish type himself.

Nigel reaches over and opens the box, showing vials of blood, as well as a strange feeling, a presence like it were alive. He holds up one of the vials and shows it, sitting it atop a table. It was blood, for sure, yet radiating with energy, and worse, it seemed to move by its own volition even when everything else was still. It showed no signs of coagulation, no drying. It went beyond typical magic, it was pure perpetual life.

"Once within the body it latches not just to your physical being, but your aetheric essence as well. I'm not going to lie to anyone, nor hide away facts, this is by all accounts and purposes the elixir of eternal life, or some form of it... I think they are not incorrect that she was born from the pool of life." He pause for a moment and steps back some. "And this isn't just a random whim that the Exalted came here... my mother... the queen, she drank that pool..."

He takes a moment to sit down, feeling weak in the knees suddenly. "She was part of some fearsome group of bandits long ago before most of us were born, and she lead them, and... Balor... or Schoneke as she was named then... and something caused a fight to break out between." He scratches his head, hardly believing the stuff he's saying himself. "In the end, two of them died, mother ended up eternally young yet cursed to see nothing but emptiness, and Schoneke... well... became Balor. They are not Exalted though, they are not bound to Gabrielle, that girl was only born some time afterwards, and not long ago either. A literal... child, or perhaps a larva form of something bigger. She may very well been born from the blood spilled in that conflict many years ago, and maybe in some creepy way through my mother's blood... my..."

He sighs and takes a moment to rub the bridge of his nose. "And here I thought I might just be a natural prodigy in magic, a slightly larger pool as they say. Funny that," he says to himself in a weary tone. "The only thing that matters now is that Balor is using them towards some goal, some war against gods, unseen enemies... I have a strong feeling she will take us into a war that could destroy... everything, and she must be stopped."

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Balor had walked in to check in on Jonathan, only to find what looked nothing short of a disaster area. Stains on the walls, the ceiling, the floor, caustic burns in the carpeting accompanied by acidic burns in the curtains, one even being somewhat ablaze. What she didn't see, of course, was progress. She stepped forward towards Jonathan, broken vials cracked under her feet. Cracks of anger in her face, feeling that fire within once more, but she stopped, inches from him as the sound of bells enter the air.

"Oh... oh! Are we redecorating? How marvelous," says a strange figure that enters from behind Balor with a twirl. The woman was dressed in elaborate and flamboyant white, gold, and blue flowing robes, ornate with jingling bells, the sleeves of her atire dangle empty and limp. It was Joy, one of the Exalted, and she seemed in a chipper mood, as always. She stops between Balor and Jonathan and glances back and forth between them with her wide green eye then twists around her long neck giving Balor a scolding expression, as much as she can give with her scarred mouth. "Aw, he's tired... you worked him too hard and drained him of all his happiness... he's only human! I mean, humans have to sleep, they can't keep working on and on, and it is kinda drafty in here, what if he catches a coold? Ever thought of that? You really need to think more of the happiness of others, I mean-"

Balor sighs as the girl goes on and on... and on... like some overstimulated child. She finally just cuffs her hand over Joy's mouth and hushes her. "Fine... it is my fail-ure, not his... he came in blind... came in with lit-tle re-source-es... know-ledge... told him to... per-form a mir-a-cle..." She looks to Jonathan, and taps one of her fingers on his forehead. "For-give me... but I am short on... time... and told so lit-tle... truth is, I need to be... strong... for what is to come... tell me... there is... some-thing."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus Character Portrait: Balor
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Nigel took a moment to think on his words as Vigil's words, though painfully blunt, did ring true. He perhaps thought it fair, even though it may tarnish the crown, to tell the full truth as far as he knew it. He looks out at everyone, takes a breath and tries to confess clearly, "the pool, at the heart of the cursed southeastern continent... there my mother's group fought among each other. Though she is Cecilia Mordaine, she was known then as Flannery Haozweld, and her number two, Hamza Zead, the 'bloody axe' of legend, decided that the two of them were the only ones to deserve immortality, the other two, including Balor, were to be removed... the other was a man my age, a petty thief with big dreams named Berg who... it seems Balor and he were deeply intertwined... he was killed by Hamza, split across the chest by his axe, and Balor was thought dead, her eye gouged out, stomach split open, and held under in the pool of life... I suppose Hamza did not think the final part through properly... but then again, he was a murderer, not big on thinking. Balor... as we see her as now, brutally killed Hamza in retaliation, but spared my mother for some reason..."

Nigel rubs his forehead and nervously takes a glass of ale, a strange thing considering he wasn't a drinker. This fact was not lost as he scrunched his face as he drank. He then takes a moment, holding up a finger signaling that he has one more thing to say. "What happened to the pool afterwards, I cannot say for certain, perhaps it is still there, sitting amidst the jungle, or perhaps it is all within the girl known as Gabrielle. What I do know is that Balor has decided after all these years to come here, that she took over my land, that she's using the miracle child and her Exalted, and that, somehow, your people are involved in this, Vigil."

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In the castle, Balor looked at Jonathan's work with her one good eye. She had started to question his genius, it is true, but this... it seemed spontaneous yet sound. Joy was only satisfied that Jonathan seemed less gloomy, even if he did ignore her for the most part.

Balor paused for a moment, noticing something, then pointed it out. "I as-sume Gab-ri-elle will fill one point... then Fort-i-tude... and Mercy... but," she says as she points at each with with a long sharp nail, then holds out two fingers indicating two empty points. "I will re-quire two more Ex-al-ted for these as well?"

She steps out and looks it over again, confirming her suspicion. Regardless, her mood as well seems to have lightened, even if it didn't show upon her face... the air felt less tense as it did moments ago. After pondering it over, she looked to Jonathan. "You have done well... you have giv-en me some hope... but Joy here... is cor-rect... you need sleep. You are weary, and you have earned it," her tone was strangely soft for once, almost kind, as far as voice allowed it to be.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Bolin Thorinson Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus Character Portrait: Balor
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Godefray smiled under his helmet when Bolin was going to arrange for a supply of weapons to help train and arm the men better then the men Mercy had with him. He was a great addition to their ranks, his skill with a blade and ability to already arrange for plans like this was going to help their efforts.

However when Nigel and Vigil began to talk about the pool of life and what happened there, his smile faded away. He began to absorb all the information the had said, an old grudge, a pool that grants powers, and how he mentioned Vigl's people were somehow involved in this. When he thought about it, the pool was a sure fire way to turn the battle to their favour, however like Nigel said, it could be in Gabrielle. There was some risk in looking for the pool, they would lose time doing other tasks and not be ready when they were needed.

It was worth a shot at the very least, but he was worried that the Exalted might be planning something to hamper the resistance efforts. "Do you all think that finding this pool of life might be worth it? Its almost like a coin flip, we migh either get lucky and find the pool still there or be unlucky and the pool is going to be gone. I say it is worth the effort however I must remain here and keep a watch for thing here. We have lot contact with four very talented people, and I prefer not to lose contact with more people." Godefray spoke as he took of his helmet and began to relax with some food and drink.

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Character Portrait: Jonathan, the Magus Character Portrait: Balor Character Portrait: "Joy"
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Jonathan stood quietly as Balor passed her field of vision across the sigil he had created. He could see the start of a smile at the edge of her lips, allowing him a bit of comfort.

When Balor inquired about the empty slots on the star, he quickly replied "I'll be taking a spot myself, milady. Although I may not necessarily be as powerful as the Exalted, I possess intimate knowledge in the oldest of the arcane arts: Fire and Sky, the primal sources of magic. With this knowledge, I shall channel the very essence of the realm! And with your followers, I will achieve the power I require to absorb the extraordinary amount of energy required to perform the counterspell you need."

As the magus spoke, a strong feeling filled his insides. He was incredibly excited to carry on with the ritual; not just because it'll cure his queen; not just because it will earn him the fame and praise he's always dreamed of.

He was ready to attain a glimpse of true power. The ritual he was ready to perform would sap the Exalted of their power temporarily, and transfer it to himself for whatever reason he required it. The thought of having such immeasurable power, even if it meant never reaching a similar state again, filled his body with adredaline, his curious mind desperate to experience the godlike state he'd reach.

"However, now that you mention it, we DO need 1 more person to fill the circle."

This revelation disturbed Jonathan, not having realized that there would not be enough Exalted to complete the circuit. However, in all honesty, he could worry about this later. He was VERY tired, and seeing as Joy was kind enough to convince Balor into allowing him some rest, he decided that some sleep would do him well.

Gesturing to some guards, he'd have them guide him to some sleeping quarters of sorts, where he'd lie down and have some well-deserved rest.