Virie Raymbraint
Scarlet Witch
20
Hume
Female
Perhaps it's better to ask "does she even really care?"
Her hair is quite long, falling a little past her knees if she allows it to flow freely. Depending on the lighting, her hair can vary in hues of violet. She likes to braid it when she is thinking, however, as it tends to get in her way. Though it's completely reliant on her mood, there are times she will don her witch hat--an accessory more for looks than it is for absolute necessity. Her outfits range in array but almost all of them fall into the same sort of dark color tones. When she is cold, she will don a cloak over her clothes and rarely goes anywhere without boots.
With an excruciatingly sharp tongue and a quick mind to back her up when needs be, it is easy to be thrown off-balance by the manner this girl projects. There is no hesitation when it comes to making difficult decisions and if it requires that she do something malicious to another, then so be it. She is willing to pay any price, deal with any cost, if it means that her goals will be achieved. Murder, thievery, plagiarism, no crime is too great--no law is firm enough to ever stand in her way. She will fight for what she wants at all times and it is this ambition that has brought her to possess a rather large amount of confidence... much to the point of condescension of others. She is often "that bitch" in a conversation, the one that you'd rather avoid but you have to respect for her wealth of power and self-assurance.
Her hubris and innate arrogance are just two of the many qualities that cause her to feel disgust towards others. They are inferior to she, the hume that rose above most odds and learned to control her own magic. In some ways, she wears her race as a status symbol, for there is no other (to her knowledge) that has done what she has. The only thing that irks her about her race is the limited amount of time she has to live--and if there was a way to extend her life, she'd take it without a second thought. Though her mortality bothers her and as much as she will attempt to shrug it off, she grudgingly concedes that this is a part of her. Her pride can often get in the way when it comes to relating to others and she is not one to be quick to admit when help is needed. The potential dependency on another sickens her and it would take quite a bit for her to bite her own tongue and seek assistance. Humble was never really in her vocabulary.
In a lot of regards, she is selfish and completely full of herself. Stomaching a conversation with her can take a lot of tolerance and patience and most of the time, it may seem like it isn't worth it. But if given the proper amount of effort, other qualities of hers will surface--which is an odd contradiction to the way she conducts herself. Perhaps due to her childhood, she cannot ever look the other way if she witnesses a horrific scene. Yes, she is capable of incredibly cruel acts and won't lift a finger to repent for what she's done. Yet, there is something about seeing suffering caused at the hands of others that angers her. She does not have much pity for those that abuse their power--she uses hers for a purpose, she does not throw it around willy nilly and take advantage of those that cannot defend themselves. A lack of a fair fight often gets to her and if presented with a situation where things are jilted, then she'll make it her business to intervene.
She isn't afraid of a great deal of things--beyond the possibility of her own death and running out of mana. She'll stand up to anyone or anything and doesn't really know the meaning of "back down". Indeed, she is not the best person, in fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to call her evil. But if the need arises, she can be one of the most passionate and fiery people and you wouldn't really want to make an enemy out of her. Because she is rather relentless in her revenge streaks and takes "getting even" to a whole new level. All in all, it's best not to mess with her and certainly don't get in her way. She likes to obliterate obstacles and considers anyone who tries to stand before her a nuisance that must be blotted out of existence.
~She likes to eat fish, any sort of seafood really. This is a staple part of her diet.
~She enjoys crushing her opposition--she's got a bit of a need to always be the victor in any situation, even if there weren't even sides to begin with.
~She has come to cherish her solitude and thinks best when she is alone.
~She cannot tolerate fruit, something about it makes her feel the very strong need to vomit.
~She actually doesn't like seeing dead things--committing murder, sure, seeing the corpse afterwards, definite no-no.
~She is bad at sharing and doesn't like anyone peering into her spellbook--she's rather possessive of it.
Her spellbook compendium is always on her person, she won't travel a single place without it. She keeps it inside of her pouch, a modest sized bag that also holds very basic provisions and tools, in case she needs to pick at a lock. (You never know when you might need to break into a shop) She also has her favorite quill and tracking ink stored inside, as well as a map of the surrounding regions. This map is incomplete and she plans to add more to it when she travels. The pendant around her neck is also... something she could never do without, but for summoning purposes.
As a witch, she holds herself to a certain standard. So it should not come as a surprise that she has a few surprises up her sleeves (quite literally).
I - Spells
Holding a spellbook compendium, the age of which is nearly unfathomable, this little piece of spunk is armed with a multitude of spells ranged for almost any occasion. She invokes the magic manipulation with controlled commands and incantations. She has memorized almost every page in her spellbook (much to her chagrin, a nice chunk of the pages are ripped out or damaged). The literature is well-thumbed and it does not take her long at all to find the location of whatever spell she wishes to cast. This book is the only way she can channel her magic, mostly because she never received spiritual training to channel it through her own person. So she is reliant upon it in order to summon spells.
Her magic is elemental based and requires high amounts of concentration and spell-crafting in order to bring them into tangible form. The compendium does not include other forms of magic in the other two fields, though she is certain that those sections must be the ones that are damaged or missing. Her spellbook automatically levitates whenever she is readying a spell and she has to be careful from the spell's whiplash effect. Depending on what she's summoned, this side-effect could damage her or the book, because some incantations are high-energy. This usually results in explosions of some sort, one way or another--a very typical event in her eyes and one that
She has long since forsaken menial human capacity, invoking spiritual energy from her familiar to increase her own spell output and power. However, she is oblivious to the actual toll this is having on her body. Taking mana from another being is all well and good but a spell that normally would cost a certain mana output instead increases in cost, which means she is eating up her mana faster than she realizes. She can only cast a certain amount of spells per day before her body becomes too exhausted to channel it through the book, so she always tries to choose practically when she is about to cast magic.
II - Spell Corruption
If there is one thing she has learned, all spells can be manipulated if you alter the wording. And this experimentation has led to a new branch of elemental magic she likes to refer to as "corruption". The four primordial elements, well known to all who practice magic and even those who do not. But the force that ties each of these elements to the physical world is known simply as: gravity. It is the intangible physical force that acts upon energies and can be viewed as a type of limiting factor. The witch can dabble in gravitational magics, but with severe penalties because this version of magic is unpracticed and often out of range of her spellbook and requires her thinking "on the fly" a lot of the time.
Gravitational fields can range from small feats, such as levitating objects, to actually contorting the physics in an area and changing the gravitational flow. Potentially, this change could be inflicted upon a person or an object, and the ways in which it can be used can get pretty creative. Inversing a person's natural flow and causing their form to cave in on itself, exerting pressure to the point of extreme discomfort, even astounding works like creating a small black hole. Of course, a lot of this is her own imaginary banter because she can't do much beyond levitating and it will completely wipe her out when she tries to use it on a small area or on another person. This area of magic is very unrefined and deplete her daily mana uses so fast that often are the times that she'll be unable to cast anymore spells once she has messed with gravity.
It's a powerful force that she is not even close to comprehending but her familiar encourages her to continue on the path of discovery... the problem remains, however, what is gravity's opposite?
Another branching of her witchling abilities resides in the form of a summon, a "familiar". [detailed in a mini-character sheet for the demon]
IV - Passive Affiliations
What kind of witch would she be if she couldn't fly? Honestly. Flying is a permanent spell charm she's put on herself, which takes a very small percentage of elemental magic from her daily in order to keep it in use. But she gladly pays the price because flying is awesome.
Spellcasting, her pride and joy. Her innate magic is powerful enough on its' own and she revels in the chance to bring others to their knees... Her magic is extremely potent, and probably would be even more so if she had actually been guided to draw it from herself. Her mind always works fast to out-smart another individual and it takes a lot to trick her or pull a fast one. She catches on to deceit with alarming accuracy, despite the fact that she is a disturbingly gifted liar if the occasion calls for it. Surprisingly, she tries not to con people because doing so is more seen as a waste of her time and energy--lies produce more lies, after all. Her aura and personality definitely work in her favor most of the time and it does not take long to figure out that this woman is a threat not to be taken lightly.
The young witch is a hume, which can act as an impediment to her spellcasting. She has a limited amount of mana that she can touch upon in her lifetime and the instant she runs out, she will be unable to cast spells ever again. She is aware she is constantly battling some invisible clock and this causes her anxiety. She tries to hide this stress but the panic associated with losing her magic sometimes spills into her casting if she is emotionally volatile at the time. This can cause he spells to go awry and out of her control--two things that cause her adequate amounts of horror when she thinks about them.
In addition, her field of magic relies in the elements but she really pushes these boundaries when she draws upon her familiar for assistance to amplify her power output. As noted above, while her spells do get stronger, it also means that more of her mana is eaten away--and the worst part about this is, she has no idea that this is even happening. She has not been alerted or even taught in the ways of magic--she's a self-taught, self-learned student of mana and this comes with extreme drawbacks. She cannot use her own reserves to call upon the energies running through her---instead, she is forced to use her spellbook and if she is ever separated from it or cannot use it as a medium, then she is essentially powerless.
Her body, by contrast of magic, is definitely nowhere near as strong and oft are the times that she'll cough up blood after a large spell. She can get queasy and faint if she exerts herself too hard and has too much pride to ask for help if someone happens to find her. Physically, she isn't a threat at all--her punches barely hit hard enough to leave a mark. In combat, she is at her utmost disadvantage when in close range and because of the exertion of using her powers, she is more at risk to die from wounds that would normally just cause someone to pass out for a few days. Indeed, she is very touchy about getting wounded and tries her best to avoid scenarios in which that could happen.
She is deathly afraid of her own mortality and shies away from the idea of death. She can hide it very well behind her demeanor but that is the one spot that can really bring her down a few pegs. She's willing to do anything--anything--to extend her magic and her life span. And without tutelage, she is more likely to listen to forces that may not have her best interests at heart.
She was born within Il'yaa and considers the capital city her "home", well, a temporary one at that. She has grown bored of the scenery there but she knows the city extremely well, though does not spend much time there as of late. She has taken it upon herself to make something of a small home right on the outskirts of it all and communes to the city for food and other such novelties.
Her father works at a high station within the city, he's one of several ministers and oversees his own "district" within the capital. Her mother, on the other hand, left the city when she was young in her years and she does not have much care for the woman. She is aware of the existence of her "brother", having just met him within the past year but despises him and likes to pretend that he doesn't exist. (A feat that doesn't work since he bothers her... very frequently)
It was the early spring when the witchling was born into the upper-middle class family of Raymbraints. Her family was one of high social standing--her father having just successfully, at that time, become the minister of the district that she lived in. That being said, she was privy to literature and given maps detailing the landscape of the outside world--maps that were rather hazy and incomplete. The younger version of this woman was curious and loved to ask many questions, and was confused when she discovered that not much was known about the outside world. Still, this did not bother her, because she was content to pass the time with her parents. That was until her mother and father divorced, her mother leaving the city and never returning to their household. Left without female guidance, she grew cold to her previous playmates and scorned them for having what she did not.
Having effectively shunned all of her friends and likewise, being shunned by her ever-busy father, she spent large quantities of time by herself, which led her to develop into something of an introvert over time. The pacing of her life was monogamous and it was not until her eleventh year that she finally saw the first buddings of something interesting. It came in the form of a festival being held right on the outskirts of the city. This intrigued her, for she had not known that there were such events going on and she left her home, eager to join in and at least add a little vibrancy into her life. But when she arrived, there was nothing there. The lights, the music, the dancing figures--all of it had vanished. But she was sure she had seen something. She decided to keep an eye out for something... maybe it would re-appear.
She waited and was rewarded a year later, when the same sight greeted her. But again, when she went to get a closer look, everything had disappeared. When this happened a second time, she began to suspect that something mystical was in the works. Of course, magic was a laughed at idea in society--science was the way of the future but there were no forces beyond what humes could create with their hands, with tools and intellect. But she had always been sure, there was something... off about her life. She would sometimes catch glimpses of brighter colors or of figures in distances--things that other people didn't see. She was smart enough to keep her mouth shut but this running mystery of a festival was really getting her.
Her hubris got the better of her and she listened to the coaching of this demon, returning daily to attempt exercises to make her mana bubble up. She was not successful for many months but after a year had passed, she was finally able to get the first spark of energy and the tablet reacted in kind, allowing for the demon to cross over. The demon introduced itself as Reika and allowed itself to be collared by the witch. It told her that it would be able to reside on the physical plane so long as she was willing to share magical energies with it. She made this agreement and entered into a life of co-existence with this extra-planer being. Reika was... dumber than what she expected but this demon was helping her to amplify her powers so she wasn't complaining.
A few years later, she was given her spellbook compendium, the demon claiming it was a gift from the other plane. She studied the text religiously, pushing herself to cast each and every spell that she could. Her magic earned an extraordinary boost with how much effort she was putting into her studies--practices that took place a fair distance from city limits so that she would not be caught. After all, she wasn't sure what others would do... to a witch like her. But as she grew stronger, her egotism flared to all new heights, because she began to think herself the best. She had come so far all by herself, with no one to help her--and things were going so well, if it hadn't been for that unfortunate incident that had caused her to meet her younger (well, he did look 15, so he had to be) brother.
He had seen her casting a spell and she had been ready to get rid of him, she had to silence him, but to her surprise, he was able to go toe-to-toe with her with his magic. She decided that he was immediately a threat to her existence and grew to hate him, vowing to get strong enough to obliterate him. He doesn't really share her degree of hatred, he seemed more amused by her antics then anything else. Well, he was an annoying pest that had to be dealt with, when she had time and magic to expend on him. She had already been notified of her ever-depleting mana reserves. She had to find a way to get more mana, a way to get more magic, a way to just not be limited by her hume... characteristics. And due to her vicious nature, she has not shown remorse at any step of her journey--all of it is necessary to rise her to the heights that she wants... even if some people have to die along the way.