Name: Sylphia (Sylphie) Amishka
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Appearance: Sylphia, identical to her sister, stands about five foot four and is slim and slender. She has long blonde hair, with pink eyes and ever so long doll like lashes. She has a very pale complexion thought with smooth and flawless skin.
Color/Location of Stamp: Sylphia's tattoo is located on her lower abdomen, but more to the left. Its color is white.
Personality: Sylphia is a very friendly and affectionate person. She wants to be friends with everyone, seems to always want attention, and maybe she is just too childish for her own good. She is someone who treats everyone as if they were her best friend forever, making her a loyal and trusting friend. She is for the most part a dependable person. She is someone you could come to and tell your problems or someone whose shoulder you could cry on. She would happily give advice or just listen to someone pour their heart out just so they would feel better. Sylphia is usually happy when the people around her are happy and sad when they are not. She wants to please and look good in everyone's eyes. If she doesn't she isn't particularly happy. One thing she hates is to be alone. If she doesn't have attention from someone or is alone for too long she gets depressed and second guesses herself on things. When she is happy however and among friends she can seem hyper and energetic. Sylphia, unlike her sister, is someone who plans ahead or analyzes situations before acting.
Stats
Strength: 0
Defence: 5
Agility/Acrobatics: 0
Magic: 7
Magic: Music Magic [Conducted by singing or playing an instrument] [Can also be referred to as support magic or light magic]
Signature Abilities
- Light Symphony: This magic uses and array of lights, that creates shields of light around nearby allies. The shields last only until hit once with magic or five times with physical attacks.
- Remedy of Souls: Using this, Sylphia is able to slowly regenerate allies around her, and boost their morale. Wounds such as broken bones and illnesses, are not affected.
- Protection of the Goddess: This makes the user temporarily invincible for five seconds, and boosts the endurance and defense of nearby allies.
Equipment: Sylphia carries a bow and arrow with her, often imbueing attacks with light. It's the only weapon she can use as she is hopeless in actual physical combat. She also carries with hera picalo flute.
History: Sylphia doesn't know much about herself or her history, she has amnesia due to an injury to her head.
(More on Sylphia can be found in Sylphiel's bio)
Fun Facts:
It was once said that Sylphia is the only person who can save Sylphiel from herself, otherwise she would fall to the darkness.
Sylphia is hopelessly clumsy.
Roleplay Sample: Taken from my RP The City of Darkness
Illia walk silently down the streets of Marx, better known as the City of Darkness. It had changed from being the town it once was, it was corrupt, it was scary, everything going on would be unimaginable to previous generations. Maybe even some of the present. This place had turned into sin city. It seemed as if the humans could not go just a minute with thinking about, or actually doing something so horrible and illicit for reasons that stemmed from nowhere. Illia had yet to wrap her finger around how this happened. It was sometime between the Children of Darkness finally making their presence known, and the government starting to abuse their power, searching for them, and whatever else they did nowadays. Each agent seem to have an extra secret agenda that they wanted to fulfil. Maybe they were just as corrupt as the humans. Illia had once been mere human, or at least she thought she had. No one truely knows where the Children of Darkness came from. She wondered why they called people like her that. Not all of them were evil, they were merely misunderstood and trying to survive, fending for themselves. Illia wished she could turn back time, to when she was a carefree naive girl. One who would never think about such things.
It was night, sirens could be heard from various areas, the shouts from people down the street who had begun to fight, there were always a few people however, who were trying to just exist, or maybe it was better described as dissapear. She could pick them out on the streets, they seemed to radiate tension, or maybe it was because she saw it in their auras. It was something Illia was able to do. She could read auras, how people were feeling, their moods, and such things. People now had a lot of the same colors. Things that represented anger, greed, lust, mistrust, uneasyness, there were also darker things. She had slowly been able to relate people's auras to things they may be thinking or have done, as well as their health. The humans for some reason seemed to get sicker easily now, and she could see so much darkness in so many people's auras.
The sky was a black reddish color, a color that was more frequent now, and one she didn't understand. It was like the sky was bleeding, like it was broken. What had happened to the world? The was a slight breeze, one which was warm, in a more grotesque way, it was humid, it was almost hard to breathe. It gave her goosebumps all the same. Walking in the town always made her uneasy. Though she should be weary of her kind, she was more nervous around the humans, seeing what they commited nowadays. Things she didn't want burned into her mind. Night was when her kind were out most, how fitting. The Children of Darkness. Her face was as blank as always, like she was lost in her own thoughts, her eyes dead. She wore a silk like purple dress which was fitting. It stopped a bit above her knees. This was actually something dangerous to wear now. At this time in the world. People seemed to stop at no ends to satisfy their sexual needs. They had also devoloped horrible things to do after satisfying this need. Illia had seen a dismembered corpse walking once.
She was heading to a nearby park, it was usually where she slept, if she could not find some deserted building. Such places were usually more dangerous, things happened in secluded places more often. Horrible things. Behined Illia was her friend Jassabelle. She was her childhood friend, who she thought of as her older sister, when rather she was the older one. Jassabelle was extremely protective of her, and she was the more agressive one. Accompanying Jassabelle was her spirit, her wolf, or thats what the always assumed he was. Remi. She could not speak to him like Jassabelle could, but he seemed to be extremely inteligent and could communicate in other ways. The wolf had somehow learned to read. It was astonishing. But he could talk as well so who knows. Illia got some whistles from down the block, but she ignored them, she ignored a lot of things, though not the government, but they were easy to pick out. A lot of them were familiar faces. Illia looked over her shoulder at Jassabelle.
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It was disgusting. Whatever the hell happened to this world and whoever the hell did it, it was horrible. She wanted to mess up whoever had done this to the world. It didn't corrupt itself, not like this at least, and not this fast. You could almost taste the fear in this town, and smell the crime. Crime had reinvented itself. To things that you would see in horror movies. But it was happening everyday over and over again. And what was law enforcement and government doing? Well the cops were taking it upon themselves to put both guilty and innocent people in jail, and kill off the people that were a nuissance, just because they could. And government, well they were hunting the Children of Darkness of course. Why? Who the fuck knows. Maybe because they could. In all their encounters they had never really told them what they wanted with them. But they must want something big to go after them all the time.
Jassabelle was wearing a pair of baggy brown pants, and something that covered up as little as a bra would. Granted it was an actual shirt, a nice looking one, but her large breasts probaby made it look even smaller. She never really gave a fuck what people said to her, or if they stared at her. In her opinion, if people wanted to see her naked, they could do it with or without her wearing skimpy clothes. It was the truth. Her untamed hair was down. She liked it that way. Her faithful spirit and companion walked beside her, he was quiet, he hated being around this part of town, it was the worst. And the humans didn't really seem to understand what he was, he didn't like all the attention he got. He mumbled stuff under his breath every now and again.
Jassabelle saw Illia look over her shoulder.
"Yeah it's okay we're almost there, and I'm fine. Haven't been killed yet or anything."
A firetruck was deployed, and the smell of fire filled the air.
"Now they have to go torch places." she stated sarcastically.
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"I think it's something that is beyond them, and us. There is something else going on, I just haven't figured it out yet. " Illia said in a low voice.