Nickname: Amy
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Sexual Orientation: Both, leaning more toward same sex.
Height: Five feet, five inches.
Race: Human
Class Mage
Skills: Magic, obviously. Amelen didn't really specialize while being trained, though she had a talent for magic that manipulated perception and reality in ways that were believable, but not true. For example, during a practice duel with another student, when other students at the time were interested in the flashy missile like spells of flame and so forth (a stage most mages go through when first learning) she made the student perceive that she had conjured a rock the size of a man's torso and had hurled it with bone crushing force into his chest. Of course, he was not struck by anything (as some of the elder mages had correctly noticed) but he fell to the ground and labored in deep breaths, and cried out about his many broken ribs. This magic, Amelen believes to be very powerful, simply because it uses the least amount of energy, and produces the greatest effect. She was cautioned after this indecent that had the student believed his lungs punctured or worse, he would have died, suffocating himself.
Other than her magical talents, Amelen is a fair shot with a crossbow. She grew up the daughter of a military man, and while her family was never to her knowledge more than middle class folk, her father was well respected for his marksmanship and duty before his passing. He taught her basic survival and hunting as well. She is perfectly capable of stalking a deer, killing and skinning it, etc. Though she has not done so much, in a pinch she would likely survive the wilderness, if only for her ability to shoot accurately something to eat. Failing that, magic, of course.
Finally, Amelen is a wealth of knowledge. If she reads it, writes it, or sees it, she can remember it. This was, her father told her, her greatest blessing...and her greatest curse. According to him, anyone who could never forget, could never move on. How appropriate that observation was, very few know.
Weakness(es): She is physically weak. Though nimble, and thin, Amelen is no cross country sprinter, and certainly no warrior. She could pick up a sword, and hack and slash away, but has no idea about form or technique.
Some believe that magic has warped Amelen's mind. And not for the better. The ability to take in so much information, and the type of information she has taken in, has led her to deal with unfortunate demons. If she is around people, most of the time she acts normal, polite, etc. Her usual self, so to speak. But the real truth is, she is not alone. Amalen will frequently converse with herself (apparently) aloud, as well as her father, and a few others. She will, if unawares, often be sitting alone not really doing anything other than keeping her limbs close to her body and rocking, or setting still. She is vulnerable like this, and also explosive, like a small child. The truth of her situation, it could not be said. Though she may know what the cause or trouble is, it is obviously beyond her cure, for she has done it ever since she left the guild. While not crippling, these one sided discussions can still turn violent, and or very loud and obvious before they subside. This typically leads to no more than embarrassment, but it could end up much worse given the right circumstances.
Equipment: Amelen carries a fine medallion around her neck, the seal of the mage's guild. She also carries with her a light crossbow, with a built in lever for pulling the string back and locking it into place. While probably not powerful enough to punch through solid mail, it does a number on scale and chain, and usually one good bolt is good enough for her intentions. She carries with her a personal journal, a thick tome of sorts with a lock bound with runes and a small chain. She carries a dark staff of wood, nearly black in appearance. It has no headpiece or other adornment save a slight gnarl to it. She also carries a small pack, with which she keeps oddities of a magical nature, some vials, herbs, and that sort of thing, as well as any travelling supplies. A water skin, flint and steel, and so forth. She is, as she believes, quite powerful and adept with magic. Despite this, she uses it rather seldom. Except in defense of life or friend. And occasionally, to prove a point.
Personal Quote: "The thing most people do not ever learn, is that you are never given power. Power is something you must take for yourself, and then something you must keep from yourself."
Description:
Amelen Saranth is a not really short, nor is she very tall. She has hair of pinkish red, an incident with magic or intentional no one but her could say. Her face betrays her youth, and her smooth and vibrant skin defies her constant love of reading and learning. Her hair falls silkily to shoulder level, and her eyes are often wide and examining, almost staring, even inappropriately. She has a fine, slim figure for a woman, with robust breasts. A feature she would probably have greater use of, if she were so indisposed. Ironically, and unfortunately for most males, her cute appearance is wasted on them, as she is often attracted to other girls. She prefers them physically, anyway, and emotionally for the most part. Ironically, the very qualities that attract her to women, she severely dislikes in men. She is more likely to approach less attractive, sure and confident men of strength and purpose than she is the introspective and witty. Her own actions and speech are often direct, educated, and sharp tongued or demanding, though she is very capable of sly and seductive mannerisms. She has, and likely will, use her figure and wiles to get her way. By no means absolutely gorgeous, Amelen is sexy and cute enough to warrant plenty of attention, without being unreachable and distant as some women can be.
Personality: She is, in a lot of ways, introverted. As odd as this may seem, she is a very personable introvert. In that regard, it should be noted that she has a powerful ability to connect and relate, and to share. But she has an individualism and solitude about her. She shares what she thinks you need to know. She knows more, most certainly. She always does. She is quick with a laugh and a joke, or a witty remark, often times to cover a more serious situation at hand. You can bet the wheels are turning though, they never stop. She is flirty, though primarily with manly men, and women (of any kind). She can be snappy and bitchy should the situation warrant it, and will readily stand up for herself. She values her privacy and personal space and secrets though. And anyone who threatens to take either away had better prepare themselves to deal with a magically endowed, vindictive, she-devil.
History: Amelen Saranth was born the daughter of a captain in the royal army. Her father was a man's man, and had a powerful personality and desire to lead. Alas, not being a noble of any sort, he was confined to a high ranking enlisted position. Still, he was respected for his knowledge of tactics and his skill with a crossbow, which it is told he could pierce a man's skull at two hundred yards. This was likely an exaggeration, but an informative one since his men told the tales often. Amelen's mother died a few years after she was born, and she did not know much of her family. Distant, mostly. They occasionally sent the family some extravagant gift or another. Amelen was inducted into the mage's guild thanks to her fathers hard work and her own natural talents, this occurring when she was 13 or so. She left the guild halls to travel the world about four years hence, and has been travelling ever since.