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Aria Katryiana

For the sake of all, whats my life in comparison?

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a character in “Final Fantasy X: The After Wars”, originally authored by Rarikou, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Aria 'Aura' Katryiana

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Aeon-Mark: Mark of Anima

Class: Black Mage, Upgrades into Arcanist

Job: Helps study ancient texts in the library. Assist with spell devolpment, offers herself as a test dummy for spells.

Appearance: Image

Due to her job, she's a lot more pale than others, staying indoors most of the time. Her long, dark hair is usually combed back, to keep it out of her eyes. There are multiple scars and burn marks around her body, hidden by her clothes. Wears black gloves, reaching to her elbows, and has a silver necklace around her neck, and a ruby ring on her ring finger.

-Height: 5'5
-Weight: 125 lbs
-Eye Color: Sea Blue
-Hair Color: Black

Armor: She doesn't wear much that could be considered armor, but she wears a black dress, fitted to her body perfectly, with tight black gloves rolled to her elbows. All of the clothing is jet black.

Weapon: Ring of The Demon Mistress – increases the potency of Black Magic
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Skills/Magic: Aero- Fires a sharpened shaft of wind at the target. Extra damage to creatures with tough skin/ armor

Blizzard- Makes ice rise from the ground , piercing the target from the ground. If target is airborn, the ice then launches into the air like a missle. Cannot change direction.

Thunder- Fires a bolt of lightning, that arcs towards the target. More damage to metal objects

Overdrive: Demon Mistress' Rage- during this, a black like cloak envoys Aura. Triple Casts any three spells at once, and does this twice, for a total of 6 spells. Once upgraded into Arcanist, she gains an additional 3 shots.

Personality: If there isn't something Aura is afraid of, it's death. She goes near the brink of death for the sake of advancement, having both black and barely tested white magic tried on her (she got poisoned from a poisons gone wrong once. Good thing the healers were there) she does this so others wont have to die, or feel the pain. In fact, she brushes small pain off as growing stronger.

A studious individual with a desire to learn as much as she cans, and attempts to master whatever she learns. Aura tries to make friends, but a lot of people are scared of how she looks, and of what she does. What if she's contaminated? What if she sacrifices us? She's often heard behind her back.

Due to this, it's hard for her to smile, or talk to others, and keeps her emotions bottled in half the time

Bio: Her mother died shortly after giing birth to Aura, the healers suspecting a sickness that had taken place in her lungs when she had gave birth. Aura was taken in by a family that had lost one of their daughters.

One day, while playing around, discover something shiny in the sand: a red ruby ring. She asked around and, when no one claimed it, claimed it for her own. She went in to learn black magic, after she was found looking at an old book on spells, and actually UNDERSTANDING them.

It was when she turned 14 that she decided she would help more directly, volunteering to have spells tested on herself. She's been poisoned 3 times, been knocked out 10 ten times, and been drained of energy to where she could barely move on a number of occasional, to getting paralyzed by a reflected thunder spell. She's no stranger to pain, an insists its to help society. There were loads of protests. But Aura was able to shut them up.

Because of this, people are afraid to come near her, afraid she's been contaminated, or that theres a spell lingering in her skin that will burn upon touch, as well as other riducouls things, causing her to stay inside most of the time. She helps on whatever way she can, though its hard when most consider you to be an outcast

So begins...

Aria Katryiana's Story

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#, as written by Rarikou
Aura was enjoying staring up at the sky, the feeling of the sun against her skin. It wasn't often that she relaxed like this... but Aura felt like she deserved a break every now and then.

She raised her fingers in the air, and snapped, small sparks running through her fingers. Aura stared at it. Casting magic for her was as simple as that: focusing her will on what she wanted, then snapping. Aura theorized that this was because she had a greater will, a better control of the magic within her, though there was no proof of it.

She bit her left glove, pulling it off to gaze at the mark upon it. At first, she wasn't sure what this mark meant...but after years upon years of studying myth and symbols, she had finally came to an conclousin: she had been marked by an Aeon. Witch one, she wasn't sure of, but she knew that, someday, she would be leaving this place.

...But what would happen then? Would that mean she would have friends? Aura couldn't say, but she dared not get her hopes up. They would probably be companions, if nothing else. But maybe.... just maybe, she would get a thank you. That would Make Aura's day, to be certain.

After a little while, it got got, so Aura snapped her fingers, causing a bit of ice to appear, witch she sucked on in reflief, until she felt cooled down enough. After that, she stared at her hand, lost in thought, until a voice called her out of her daze.

Not sitting up, she leaned back at the man that had approached him. “Edge, The Scarlet Cloacked Hunter”. She always referred to him as. She turned to loook at the Azrail, and offered her still-bare palm to her, wandering what she would do. “If you get the chance, I need a blue flan to experiment with.... but thats whenever you're not doing anything... and you?” She asked, out of curiosity.

…......

Miriam stared at the man, feeling slightly embarrassed at having her examined, for no obvious reason, and she felt chills from the back of her spine. She was receiving daggers, from more than one person behind her. After he gave his introductions, “Pleasure. I'm Miriam... have I seen you before?” She asked, studying him closely.

“..guess not. I was a priestess in Bevelel till very recently.” She said, clenching her hand at the mention of the city, “But I hated it there, so here I am.” She said with a slight laugh.

“Someone who would know about the marks?” Miriam said, touching her finger to her forehead as she could think of possibilities. “The only real possibilities are the teachers or the mages, The teachers dont know, its safe to assume, so it would have to be the mages.... maybe Aura or another bookworm would know.” She asked, though she already regretted it. She found Aura incredibly creepy, like the type to stab you in your sleep or something/

“I have nothing to do... so lets go to the mages guild. Lets see... well, Aura's over there, if you want to go talk to her.” She said, pointing at the hammock where Aura was laying

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"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miriam," Perish said straightening from his bow. He watched her considering who he could talk to. This doesn't seem all that promising. It sounded as if Miriam had not been here much longer than Perish himself had. He followed the direction she pointed in and saw two people, one in a hammock. Well better searching for answers than wandering aimlessly. Perish motioned for Miriam to lead the way and fell in a few paces behind her.

As they approached Perish saw that the one in the hammock, Aria, was another young woman all in black. He chuckled inwardly, this day just keeps getting stranger. She was presently talking to a man with an impressive looking sword, and black leather armor. Perish thought he looked like a veteran in combat, but he also seemed young. Perish waited for them to finish conversing and cleared his throat loudly. "Excuse us, but we were wondering if you could help us with something?"

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Perish almost laughed out loud at Aura's joke. She spoke more truth in that joke than she may ever know. Perish almost couldn't wrap his mind around it, he had been searching for answers for so long. Yet in just a couple minutes had gained three new companions, learned his destiny, and learned that his power was that of an Aeon. Perish felt some relief at that, Aeon's were otherworldly but not necessarily evil. For the first time he didn't feel revulsion for the mark on his palm.

Perish was a little startled as the coeurl began to act strangely. He dropped his hand to Excalibur, but as nobody else reacted he stayed his hand. Now that he knew his destiny he was anxious to be off and embrace it. I wonder how I can tell which Aeon has marked me? He held out his palm as the others had, "Well now we are four, might you know where the rest of our comrades reside? My name is Perish, it is a pleasure," he said bowing slightly.

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Perish was lost in thought, contemplating the best course of action for moving forward. Then he heard the screams. Perish immediately sprung into action drawing Excalibur from his belt, eyes sweeping back and forth trying to assess the situation. The news was all bad. What is Sickness doing here? This island was supposed to be safe. Perish moved quickly to cover the woman who was screaming but Aura beat him to it, killing the Sickness with a well placed spell. He ran over and wrenched her back to her feet. He saw the revulsion in her eyes, but ignored it shoving her back towards the village shouting, "Get out of here, get to cover."

Perish ran to the gates pulling the tower shield from his back, and planted his feet squarely bracing himself for the onslaught. Many and more of the wolf-like creatures were swarming through the gate. "Somebody close the gates, I will buy you time," Perish yelled as loud as he could. He wasn't sure if anybody else was even around, but he had to try to buy some time for the villagers. They may hate him, but he would not abandon innocents. His entire world narrowed to the Sickness in front of him. No time to think. Now is the time to act. The first enemy lunged at him and Perish batted it back into its comrades with his shield. Another made a snap at his leg, but he buried Excalibur in its neck. Before he could wrench his sword free, another wolf bowled into him, knocking him back a few steps. He kicked at it and it dropped back.

In the periphery of his vision he saw more and more Sickness move past him, and all the time the flying Sickness simply bypassed him. I cannot hold them. Is this the end? In his moment of distraction a Sickness latched onto his leg. He beat it off with his shield but it came away red with his blood. He impaled another as it tried to slip past him. As he swung at yet another attacker his leg gave out and he dropped to one knee. He desperately tried to fend off the attacker with his shield and regain his feet. All the while more and more Sickness simply swept past him.