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Aeila Cairn

Runic Enchanter

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a character in “Memoria Irae”, as played by Alvetric

Description

Name: Aeila Cairn
Age Group: Second Age
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5'5" and 140 lbs
Morpholgy: Humanoid

Appearance: "Striking red hair and grey-blue eyes" - These are usually the first words people use to describe her on first glance. Her usual attire is a white blouse, and black pants underneath a loose, black, hooded robe with silver trim. and boots of black leather with custom silvery runic markings etched along the sides. She has what can be described as a tattoo on her upper right back: a black rune outlined in silver, standing for "Protection". This rune she etched into her own skin to make her body more resistant to damage, but not immune.
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Profession/Hobby: Enchanter/Scholar

Magic/Abilities: Rune Magic: Aeila is quite proficient in rune magic, though she still has much to learn. She is able to harness energetic power in the form of runic designs and phrases which can cause a range of effects. With as much as she knows now, she is able to affect people's emotions - turning anger into calm, or confidence into utter fear, and can conjure blasts strong enough to crush stone. Depending on the canvas she chooses to inscribe upon, she can cause floors to collapse under one's feet or walls to crumble with the touch of her hand. At the moment, concussive blasts and emotional manipulation is the most she can do, but she wishes to continue her study and learn of runes that will allow her to control the elements such as fire and water.

Enchantment: Thanks to her rune magic, Aeila is able imbue weapons with additional power by inscribing runes into the blades and armor she works on. Armor becomes harder than steel and swords cut through even the toughest of foes like they were butter.

Gear: Aeila carries a steel sword on her belt, inscribed with runes along the length of the blade to strengthen the durability and damage of the weapon. In her belt she also carries a little pocketbook and pen - old-fashioned, maybe, but you never know when you might come across something that may be of use to her magic and/or enchanting business.

Brief Bio: One of Aiela's strongest traits is her thirst for knowledge and her interest in all things unknown. One can always catch her reading some dusty book about some old guy making a discovery how many ever years ago, or tinkering in her shop, constantly trying to improve her practice. Another one of her strong suits is thinking on the fly - she has earned a reputation for being able to adapt to situations very quickly, and not being one to be set back by obstacles or challenges.

In terms of her abilities, Aiela is not to be taken lightly, however, she does still have much to learn in her craft. She would describe herself as intermediate in the magic she does know. One thing that she hasn't been able to find a workaround yet, is that for her magic to work, she has to physically touch whatever object, person or material she wishes to manipulate or enchant, even the thinnest glove prevents her from creating her runes. This can be rather annoying in the colder months.

So begins...

Aeila Cairn's Story

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Well this is going wonderfully. Aeila looked up from her slightly tattered book and shook her head at the chaos that was this meeting. She chose a seat in the corner of the room, not really wanting to get involved in the back-and-forth arguments taking place. She didn't truly think that an agreement would ever take place, there were so many voices going on at once, all with different opinions. Her stance was that something should be done, they will only invite horrid things if the city sits on their behinds, twiddling their thumbs - but she didn't see it fit for her to say something, she doubted people would listen.

Aiela pulled out her little pocketbook and pen from her belt and started writing down some notes from her book, dog-earing pages she wanted to take a closer look at later when she's back in her shop. She looked around at the scene, she could see Abdown was staying quiet, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, she chuckled softly to herself. Oh, I just love my city, she thought.

She was just about to return her attention to her book when Abdown spoke at last. She liked his ideas, taking action as soon as possible would be the best course of action, but of course no one wants to commit to any one thing. When Abdown walked out, Aiela took that as her cue to make a quiet exit, she wasn't gaining anything more from this meeting and they weren't benefiting from her either. As everyone in the room went back to their discussion, Aiela silently got up from her seat and slipped out the door, her ears welcoming the quieter streets. She was about to take a leisurely stroll back to her shop when she saw a rather large man leaning up against the building, smoking away. "You sure you want to spend your time eavesdropping? It's quite boring in there, I doubt anything will come of it.", she called over to him.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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What a beautiful city, Selesynia DuNalthis thought as she wandered through the city of Lunalake Island in amazement. The sun was shining through the branches to the Great Tree. All around her, strange people walked around her, talking in different dialects and wearing different clothes, each expressing different powers. I think I might like being a missionary here.
Suddenly, dark clouds began to move over the sun, and a peal of thunder sounded. What in the name of Light?! she thought as cold, hard rain began pouring down around her. People shouted and ran for shelter from the biting water; a few were shouting about this being the Harlequin's work. It did have a supernatural look to it.
In any case, Selesynia ran for the nearest building, a great marble hall. As she was flying through, lost in thought about religious things, she bumped into someone. "Oh!" she exclaimed, falling to the ground as she ricocheted off the body of someone. Groaning a bit, she looked up to see a towering man with a red-feathered bird head. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I was not paying attention," the missionary said, flustered. Great first impression there, she thought to herself.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Feeling something collide with his legs, Abdown seized in place. Quietly he stood still like a totem or statue, until holding out one of his gloved hands to catch a few drops of rain. Spinning around his cane, hooked into one finger, he placed one hand around it and pushed upwards, with a snap, it magically opened with a burst into a large, slightly luminous, midnight blue umbrella, even though no mechanism had been seen prior. It was large enough to cover both him and the visitor.

"The fault is mine, I was thinking of the destination, rather than the path," he said, somewhat cryptically, looking down at her. "Welcome to Lunalake City, I am the governor of this city, Abdown. I... presume you are new here? You see, I am normally quite well with faces," he continued, looking out at the the rain and panic. "Unfortunate that it is under such conditions you chose to visit here, my people are rather on edge these days. Regardless... ah... where are my manners? Who might you be, and is there anything I could help with?"

Back at the city hall building, they continued to bicker among themselves, now on what they might do about this situation. There was a cough heard at the front, small as it was, trying to get their reaction, but they didn't pay it any mind, not even when the unseen figure coughed louder. With a frustrated grunt, two gloves were tossed aside from behind the podium, and two small clawed hands reached up grabbing the edge of the podium and a short figure pulled itself up and scrambled up on top of it, a top hat rolling off the figure's head as they struggled. The room heard this, finally, and turned to look. On top was the mayor, Leopold Reinhardt, and unfortunately the younger brother of one of the Harlequins. His first vision had landed him in a rather laughably diminutive form, with a long thin tail and big ears, his hair an off-blond, a pink nose, green eyes, and overall young mousey appearance wrapped up in a small tailed coat and suit custom tailored to his short stature. Few will admit it, but he was mostly elected because of his looks. He caught his breath and adjusted his tie and looked out at staring eyes, nearly falling off in shock.

"I-if I may..." he began with a squeak, before clearing his throat trying his hardest to deepen his voice into something presentable. "IF I may!"

"Just get on with it!" a man yelled out, causing the mayor to nearly fall onto the floor again, wide eyed.

"Hey, don't yell at li'l Leokins!" a woman yells out.

"H-hey, stop that... wait... li'l Leokins..?" the mayor began, before clearing his throat again. "Anyways! I have a proposal! Since no one in the city is really a fighter, we could just... hire some that can..?"

There was a bit of murmuring in the room.

"Wouldn't we have to pay them though..?" one asked.

"Well, yeah, duh," he murmured to himself. He then coughed. "I-I mean... of course there will be a reward. Honestly, the ends justify the means here... I-I mean... right..?"

There was more murmuring, and then, finally a collective agreement that it was better than nothing, bringing the meeting to close. And a few went out into the streets putting up wanted posters for the Harlequin gang, particularly outlined was the disturbance in the eastern woods.

Catching one of them putting up a flier on a street lamp, Abdown looked over at it and after reading it for a moment, sighed. Figures as much, the only thing they'd agree on with a problem is to make it not their problem, he thought to himself.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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"Well, I thank you kindly, sir," Selesynia smiled as he shot up an umbrella from his cane, righting herself telekinetically. "I am Selesynia DuNalthis. I am a missionary from... afar, and my faction, The Light, has sent me to spread our message to the world. A way to... 'to fix'? I apologize, I am not very fluent in this language." She jumped as another crack of thunder sounded, rain pelting down on the shining city. "Perhaps we should move out of the rain before we discuss anything else?"

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As the large man was listening on the conversation, the door opened up once more as another person had left the meeting, however this time the woman who had left had called out to him about evesdropping. Well, so much for not being seen...Well...He was a large man after all so everyone could easily see him coming a mile away...But that was besides the point. “Me? I’m just a man having a smoke...Oh who am I kidding, you already knew what I was doing here so there is no use lying.” The large man gave a heavy sigh.

“Even if it is boring, some information is rather important to me. And I heard something important. Those Harlequin’s...I heard they are causing quite the chaos lately...And I’m a man who is not content to lock himself in his home to let them have full reign of the place...I prefer to use force to stop their force.” The man replied as he took a puff from his smoke as the collection of people in the meeting finally ended their meeting and began to put up wanted posters. Looks like they were finally acting in a way...

He walked up to one of the posters and took it off the wall it was hanging on before turning to the woman. “I’m a man with an arm made for justice. Listenening to talk may be boring but once it’s done, the real hunt begins.” He spoke.

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Aeila listened to the man with surprise, she hadn't met someone as eager as him to take on the Harlequin's in as long as she can remember. Everyone this city found it easier to turn away and wait for something or someone to save them, rather than do something about it themselves. She paused in thought to see that the meeting had ended and people were putting up posters all over the city. She watched as the man tore off one of the posters, ending his little speech, she arched her eyebrows in disbelief, "You might be exactly what this place needs. I applaud your confidence."

Aeila extended her hand to the man as an invitation for a handshake, "I'm Aeila, one of the more well-known enchanters around here." Her gaze was drawn to man's robotic arm, "You certainly weren't exaggerating when you said you had an arm for justice.", she quickly grasped his hand and peered closer, turning it about, trying to view every angle. "Fascinating...", she breathed, perplexed by the complexity of it. She was about to pull his arm out further so that she could see his entire arm more closely but then realized what she was doing. She released his hand and pulled back, shaking her head, "Oh! Uh, sorry. How rude of me, I got a bit carried away..." she trailed off. Aeila became flustered, stumbling over her words, "Well, I should probably be getting back to my shop, maybe all of these posters will give me some good business." She turned around to head to her enchanter's workshop and looked back at the man, "Feel free to stop by, maybe I'll give you a discount.", she laughed, relaxing a bit now that she knew she was getting away from that awkward situation.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor
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Abdown looked at his hand some more, still perplexed that this rain had only started around the time he had left the building. It wasn't in the forcecast, and the way it had come out of nowhere offered him no comfort. He began to think it over, taking a moment to observe each droplet of water, and found it to be only more peculiar. Around the city, or more specifically, around him the water had begun to form into a pattern of puddles of multicolored... goo. He looked back to the girl, raising his head a bit.

"Perhaps you are right," he said, raising his hand as the puddles began to bubble, and with a snap of his finger, a force overtook the two and moved them a few feet from their previous position. Where he had stood, the puddles had formed into fingers and closed in on each others into a fist where the two once stood. The ones putting out flyers dropped the papers onto the ground as they looked in shock, as did the few residents still about on the streets. Abdown adjusted his tie as he looked back at the hand as it melted back into an inert puddle. "You know, if you wanted an audience, you could have just sent an invitation," he said, likely to the assailant hoping that they could hear him, a casual tone to his voice despite the attempt just made upon his person.

There was a whoosh in the air above him, but again he snapped a finger, this time warping over near Raimondo. Where he had once stood, a round blue cage slammed down hard, embedding itself in the ground, cracking the concrete of the sidewalk, before it started to melt into goo shortly thereafter. The residents fled for shelter, yells of panic could be heard.

"You, sir, an attempt is being made upon my person from an unseen artistic assailant, would you be inclined to assist me with that arm of yours?" he said, still unusually calm but quicker with his speech. He already had a good idea on the who, but not much on the why, as for the what, that was clear, they were out to take him, and by the looks of it, alive. Puddles began to form around him again, now more massive, covering even more ground than before. Nine massive tentacle-like protrusions burst up from the puddles, and attempt to grab Abdown all at once.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor
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“Raimondo Ceci, I’m just a lone vigilante.” He returned the greeting as he returned the gesture to handshake with his more normal hand. Of course, the woman he had met Aeila was now looking closely at his robotic arm. Perhaps her inner tinkerer woke up as she was looking at his arm. However as she began to pull at his arm a bit he gave a sigh until ultimatly she let go and apologized.

“Well, it’s not often someone wants to examine my arm. But I’ll think on it in the event I need a tune up or an upgrade. Anyways, I better get a move on. The faster I get out the faster this whole mess is done with.” He replied giving a wave as he began to walk away. “Time to show these jokers some trouble of my own.” He spoke however his walk was interrupted with Abdown suddenly warping near him.

Before he could ask some cage formed around him and began to melt into goo. He then asked for assistance is a rather calm tone. No doubt it was a harlequin at work. “Change of plans then! I got your back governor!” He spokeas steam left his robotic arm as he got ready to fight.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn Character Portrait: Aileana Mordoor
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Aeila's head whipped around as she heard the cracking of concrete and a loud commotion from behind, she stood in place, bewildered at what she was witnessing. There was the governor, unusually calm under the circumstances, being attacked by structures being formed from multiple puddles. Someone is attacking the governor in broad daylight? Aeila watched as Raimondo sprang into action, his robotic arm releasing steam from various small vents, the complex machinery beginning to grind as prepared to defend Abdown.

Aeila's eyes widened as nine giant tentacles suddenly burst forth, There's no way they can handle all of that by themselves. Without wasting any more time - putting her hand to the hilt of her sword - Aeila began to ran towards them, and brandished the inscribed blade at the tentacles, the runes glittering on either side of the blade, interrupting the tentacles attempt at seizing Abdown. "Who'd you piss off at that meeting, Governor? Any idea who or what this is?" Aeila asked Abdown, moving closer to the group.