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Ambrosia

"Mm, my precious apples~"

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a character in “Allevent, Realm of Caith”, originally authored by Igari, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description



The Creator




ImageName: Ambrosia [Assumed name, his real name is not a thing he discloses lightly]

Age: Appears to be in mid-twenties

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Occupation: Former Alchemist [Scholar]

Appearance: Delicately effeminate, it can be somewhat difficult to regard him as a threat when compared to taller, built male counterparts. He stands at below average height for a male, right on the edges of 5'2"-5'3". He possesses no bulk whatsoever and even his waist curves just slightly. He certainly has a slender appeal and if he grew his hair out longer, it would be easy to mistake him for being a female at a distance. He has locks of mahogany-colored hair with a tinge of hazel-brown, side burns descending a little beyond his chin. He has pale, golden eyes that have a passive light to them. The antlers and ears that he wears are actually hand-crafted, accessories he believes draw him a bit closer to nature. He is almost always wearing a long cloak that parts in the center, though by reverse, will rarely ever pull up his hood over his head. Underneath, he wears a turtle-neck shirt with billowy three-quarter sleeves. On his left wrist, he wears a black bracelet, on his right, white bandages. He always has his pouch tied safely around his waist, different from the satchel that he wears around his shoulder--as that carries his precious apples. He wears leather pants and knee-high boots that are laced up the front.

Personality:

Pre-Creation: Obsessed with the very concept of creation, he was a man whose only goal was to see that he could bring life into the world. He had a rather condescending view regarding most other people. He thoroughly believed that he could ascend to "god-like status" by bringing life into existence, and all other work was meaningless unless it was to bring this goal to fruition. While he could be a good conversationalist, it was all done with a rather apparent note of sarcasm and superiority, as if he were "gracing" the other party with his presence. He would allow his curiosity to run away with him, though, at times resembling a child. He had the tendency to dream a lot and at the root of it all, only wished to make a firm name for himself within the alchemical field.

Post-Creation: After the separation of his mind, he lost many of the qualities that used to drive him as an alchemist. He is more mild-mannered and soft spoken than anything else. He has a kind way of addressing others and (overall) tries to be polite, though there is a faint undertone of firmness to his voice that commands respect from others. Now, he does not try to flaunt his intelligence and will not use it to gain the upper hand on others. He has come to view all creatures and races as works of art, possibly due to the fact that he himself had attempted to create one. Although he did not lose his obsession entirely, he was driven by a previously unknown sense of wonder. He enjoys taking notes on others and keeps a journal to record his observations. He holds great love for the creation he has yet to meet, but this, by no means, has turned him into a hapless dreamer. He is still very aware of the reality of his wish and the danger of anyone else finding out what he has done. Therefore, he is secretive to a degree about his information and will never write in his journal unless he is absolutely certain he is alone. He prefers solitude (as that is what he is accustomed to) but can easily interact with others if the matter calls for it.

Skills

Strengths: His intelligence is, without a doubt, is his greatest asset. While he remains modest, it is always best not to challenge him to a battle of wits. He is an excellent strategist, able to utilize his creativity to think outside-the-box. He is a realistic dreamer; while he respects the boundaries of what is and what is not, he does not have a difficult time imagining what could possibly be added to that scenario. Therefore, it is hard for him to envision the world in black and white--making him an excellent negotiator should there be strife or someone that can offer a non-bias point of view. He has eidetic (photographic) memory and can recall details with relative ease. Though he will no longer use the art himself, he has a wide knowledge of alchemy and creation.

Weaknesses: He often registers as "under the radar" and it can be hard to take notice of him at first. His presence is weak in large social settings and people can skim over him if they are not attentive. He has the tendency to worry a little too much of things start deviating from the plans he has laid down. He does not know how to deal with situations that come up unexpectedly and plans made on the spot tend to fall apart much faster than those with time put into them. He is also too much of an organizational freak and may, at times, flip out if things are out of place. He is a little afraid of larger adventures, given the results of his last endeavors, and can turn hesitant when presented with ultimatums. He has no fighting prowess whatsoever and already looks thin enough to cave after a few hits.

Equipment/Abilities: Always with him is the bag that carries his tools: such as pens, journals, small books, and a few, raw materials. He also never lets his satchel out of his sight, for that holds the apples that he prizes so dearly.

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Past: His birth records have never been recovered. "Ambrosia" had always shown signs of enhanced brilliance. He did not want to just settle at the dream most alchemists possessed; creating a golem was not his envisioned "greatest work", so to speak. He wanted something beyond that: to bring another life into the world through his work. As he grew older, he threw himself whole-heartedly into study. He had always wanted to be an elixer, and the frustration he felt in regards to not being born one acted as driving force for his need to research caith.

As his studies progressed, he soon learned there were patches of "naturally-occurring solidified caith" in the land. Though many in his field could only imagine finding such deposits, Ambrosia was determined to make that dream into a reality. Surprisingly, whether it be force of will or fate, his travels brought him to a cave nestled in the deepest reaches of a forest. Here he was able to locate natural reserves of Aurum and decided this would be the spot for his research and eventual creation. He planted a single apple tree here, which grew quickly due to the Aurum that surrounded the area; within a few weeks time, the tree had already grown to maturity and had begun to bear fruit.

The apples that grew from this tree were no ordinary apples. Each piece of fruit had a few crystal shards of caith embedded at its core. As he observed each apple, one caught his eye, which seemed to shimmer a golden hue. This was the perfect fruit, the perfect specimen with which he could begin his research. What he did not know at the time was this was a trick of the light and the crystals embedded in it were not Aurum but Argentum. He had been working to create a life-like caith doll which he hoped, due to the infusion of caith, would become another living being. Too late after he had begun the process did he realize that the shards were of the wrong substance and the waves of energy from his alchemy back-lashed, causing him to black out completely.

He did not know how much time had passed between his unconsciousness and waking; however, when he awoke, he found himself in his study. He had no recollection of how he had arrived there and no knowledge as to where his creation was. He did know two things for sure, though. He felt as if a part of himself was missing... and his creation was alive, somewhere.

Present: He currently resides in Adelost, keeping mostly to himself and living alone within his study. He has been gathering his materials to prepare for the journey at hand. He has every intention of traveling to the cave he had found the caith reserves. He also has plans to retrieve the rest of his apples, for he only had a few on his person when he regained himself within his study. For now, before he sets out, he is making last minute arrangements and preparations within the city make sure he has tied up all loose ends.

Future: He hopes to finally locate his creation and understand the circumstances behind their separation. He has a feeling it was due to the elusive forest dwellers that the old texts only contained a few sentences about: the Xiphreim. The few scant things ever recorded about them in the vast libraries depicted them as "forces of nature", and to him, that would be a logical conclusion as to why he woke so far from his tree. He also hopes to make peace with them, in case he upset them in any way.

What other characters would know: Oh how he adores his apples. So very much. At times, this adoration could border on unhealthy, as he instantly turns touchy should one even deign to lay a finger on his fruits. When the mood suits him, he can have a rather splendid singing voice, though he tends to sing (predictably) about apples.

What other characters wouldn't know: His real name. Ah, did you think it would be so easy as to be disclosed here? His progress within his field of study and the creation he brought to being are both secrets he keeps firmly to his person.

So begins...

Ambrosia's Story

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Lysandra Teraviel Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Ambrosia
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The small girl glared up at the man who was currently looking at her with just as much animosity. True to her final decision, she had not once surfaced since the escapade with the foreign airship. She had only just poked her head out from the cabins when it had been announced that they had arrived at their destination. But now here she was, face to face with the redraklyin who seemed bloody intent on getting on her bad side. The book eater didn't back down at all, peering at him as her grip around her bow tightened.

Just as she was about to growl back at him, the pirate woman stepped between them with a rather unamused expression on her face. "This is still my ship and I won't allow anyone to kill anyone else on my ship! I'm sure Grim will feel the same about this whole expedition since he's in charge of that half. What could she have possibly done to make you want to kill her, hu? It can't be that bad," Zherynnia clenched her fist tighter, sticking her tongue out at the man while the woman continued.

"I think you're still just a bit air sick. Walk around a bit and cool your head, Jedas. Get a drink or something. There's no need for killing. Though, if you wish to have a bit of fun sparing, I'd be more than happy to be your partner."

"No!" The girl exclaimed quite suddenly before the man could properly respond. "If anyone is going to fight him, it should be me." She said firmly with another scowl towards this "Jedas" character. "He dishonored the value of knowledge with his actions and could've endangered us all with his ridiculous need to show off." It was decided, she did not like him at all. Zherynnia was the type to always try and give everyone a chance, for there was always something to be learned from others. But there was nothing of value to him, not if he so needlessly tossed away information.

And it was with this thought that she scrunched up her face briefly and spat on the ground at his feet. Not even bothering to continue, she turned on her heel, stepped around the pirate woman, and walked down the plank to where Grim and Icarus were chatting amongst themselves. Hopefully now that they had finally arrived, she would get the treasure that she was promised. Because so far, this whole trip was far from worth it.


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It was the knocking on his door that brought his attentions upwards. The man had been recording down a few notes from the open texts upon his desk. Many notes were scattered about and an ink bottle had been overturned, the drops not heeded as they leaked on to the floor. Yet, there was a small sense of organization to the chaos before him. Books were grouped by category, notes stacked atop one another in a large (albeit precarious) pile. He would've continued his research if not for the noise from outside his door that alerted him of another presence.

His golden eyes found their way to the figure of a woman, slightly older but modestly touched with that age. "Sorry for the interruption, Sir," She said lightly, not making any moves to enter into his study. He shook his head and smiled kindly at her, putting his quill down atop the papers.

"Not at all, did you need me for something?" He asked politely, casually moving one of his papers atop another to shield the information. As sociable as he could be, he still preferred it if others did not see direct information pertaining to him. The woman nodded, gesturing behind her.

"Ah yes, well, there is a young woman here to apply for the assistant's position? She mentioned the flier in the main square." His eyes lit up--ah, right, it hadn't been that long since they had put up that flier, had it?

"Of course. You may send her in then." The woman nodded as she closed the door behind her once more, giving him a little bit of time to at least make his desk semi-presentable. It was then he noticed the ink bottle, still leaking on to the floor steadily. Ah well, nothing to be done about it now. He tilted it back upwards, making a mental note to clean that up a bit later on.

The woman returned shortly with another who was taller than her, far too tall, in fact. He scanned her over briefly as the young woman took the seat that was offered to her, long blond hair tumbling around her shoulders as she sat. He had always been quick with his observation skills and it did not take him long at all to notice her pointed ears or willowy form. This woman was an elf, one would have to wonder what she was doing in this particular part of Adelost.

Still, he had never been one to turn down those that walked into his Archives. Those who pursued knowledge came from all works of life after all. He smiled warmly at her, noticing the slight tenseness she had about her and hoping to set her at ease. "So you're here about the flier?" He began, choosing a more rhetorical question than any to begin with. "You came just at the proper time, we've been a bit, shall we say, overloaded with paperwork as of late. As you can no doubt tell from the state of my desk, I'm sure." He laughed a little, a charming sort of chuckle before shaking his head a bit.

"In any event, let me give you a short run-down of what will be required of you if you do acquire the job. This particular archive is the largest of them all in Adelost and is home to tens of thousands of books. I'll not bore you with the specifics of departments and sub-departments of literature here but needless to say, there is a book for everyone here." He paused, taking a moment to look her over again. She was a reserved one, seemingly quiet at that. Not bad qualities to possess but he wasn't one to pry.

"The job is more of a personal request of mine. Lately, it's just been difficult to manage the books here, primarily because I haven't had a lot of time to devote to the archives as I normally would. That being said," He smoothly moved away from that particular topic, no need to inform her of his personal responsibilities. "You would be responsible for sorting, categorizing, and marking off literature, starting with a section on the first floor. Before I get into too much detail, why don't you tell me about yourself?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaning forward in his seat to look at her more closely.

"Primarily, what brings you here, to the archives?" He decided not to bombard her with a series of questions. She did not look like a city-goer, she lacked that certain air about her. Even so, he could not simply let anyone who applied for the job work merely because they "looked nice" or "acted a certain way". He smiled at her one more time to perhaps lighten the atmosphere between them. After all, if the would be working together in the future, it would be best to be on amicable terms rather than distant ones.

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The elf sat on a couch, waiting for the return of the elderly human who had promised to return with news of this Ambrosia character. Surely it would not have taken this long for her to come back out and inform her that they were not looking for someone like her--an elf too far away from her home and with no business doing anything in Adelost at all. She observed a few passersby take a few glances in her direction, doing their best not to gawk for too long at the blonde with the bow protruding from behind her back.

After a terse minute of waiting and twiddling her thumbs, the elf saw the woman from behind the desk return. "If you'd come with me, ma'am, I'll take you back to Mister Ambrosia's office--he wanted to speak with you, sort of an interview."

The elf, with no other options at this point but beginning to regret her decision to come to the city at all, smiled weakly and followed the woman to the back of the archives to a small secluded office with a label marked in golden letters: Ambrosia.

"Oh, don't look so nervous, dear--he's rather friendly, especially to the ladies." The woman from behind the desk gave a smile before opening the door and allowing the elf into his office.

The first thing she noticed were the papers strewn about every which way around the room. There were small ink stains on the floor that she managed to catch glimpses of in the right light, but the elf felt it best to not make any mention of them lest the man sitting behind the desk would mark that against her. The figure--Ambrosia, from what the door suggested--offered the elf an open seat across from his desk, which she gingerly sat in after stepping around some papers that had been left on the floor.

It was at this moment that the elf noticed the antlers protruding from the sides of his head. Her heart began to race as she thought back to the Xioban girl and her familiar--was this man selde taure as well? And if he was, did he have a familiar as mischievous as Xerxes? Another horrifying thought flashed across her mind--what if Xioban had found out about her arm through her familiar, and then told this Ambrosia character? The elf's skin began to crawl with goosebumps, although a chill in the air could have easily been to blame for the outbreak if he asked.

"So you're here about the flier? You came just at the proper time, we've been a bit, shall we say, overloaded with paperwork as of late. As you can no doubt tell from the state of my desk, I'm sure." Ambrosia was attempting to lighten the mood before breaking the news, wasn't he? The elf forced a weak smile at his joke, not sure whether she should relax or continue to stay on her guard. If he knew something about her, anything at all, it would have been better to get it out in the open...

"In any event, let me give you a short run-down of what will be required of you if you do acquire the job. This particular archive is the largest of them all in Adelost and is home to tens of thousands of books. I'll not bore you with the specifics of departments and sub-departments of literature here but needless to say, there is a book for everyone here." Ambrosia stopped to look the elf over once again. What was he looking at? What was he looking for? Was he searching for something on her arm? Did he know? What would happen to her if he did know something?

"The job is more of a personal request of mine. Lately, it's just been difficult to manage the books here, primarily because I haven't had a lot of time to devote to the archives as I normally would. That being said, you would be responsible for sorting, categorizing, and marking off literature, starting with a section on the first floor." The job itself did not seem too difficult for anyone with a working mind, which was good news in case somehow everything went according to plan and nothing went horribly wrong...

"Before I get into too much detail, why don't you tell me about yourself? Primarily, what brings you here, to the archives?"

The elf froze, not quite knowing how to answer this question. She had come in the hope that she could find some work in the city... or perhaps the answers to questions about her arm--but she couldn't tell him that! Even if he did know something about what she was experiencing, what if he only wanted to exploit her? Use her for experiments? Surely a man of science could win some sort of award for discovering this... this abnormality that grew on her arm...

"...truth be told, Mister Ambrosia..." the elf began, clearing her throat and coughing into her left sleeve. "...I... I'm in a bit of debt... I owe an acquaintance a bit of money, and I need a job that does not require a lot of manual labor and strength... As you can see, I'm not quite suited for that kind of work..." her voice trailed off, not quite sure whether she meant that as a joke or not.

"...in any case, I would have come here anyway... to do a bit of research on my own time..."

You know he's going to pry and ask, right?

Just be as vague as possible; don't go into any more detail than you have to...


Dismissing the thoughts with a shiver, the elf forced herself to look up at Ambrosia for a second before looking back down at the papers atop his desk. Why was she so afraid to look up at this man? Was it because he potentially knew something that he should not have? Was it because he had the authority to refuse her offer of help? Was it because she was an elf and he was... a humanoid figure with antlers? No matter the case, she knew that she looked absolutely terrified in front of him and that if she wanted any sort of opportunity to get past all of this nonsense with Xioban and her familiar, this was the only way without having to resort to begging on the street...