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Mantra

"Shut up and get out of my way."

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a character in “Myths of the Forgotten”, as played by ShyHiddenImagination

Description

Mantra


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Physical Description


  • Race: Tiefling: Infernal
  • Skin: A very fiery red
  • Height: 5'7"
  • Hair: Pitch Black
  • Eyes: All completely white, unless using her magic/fighting, then they turn completely black
  • Features: She is very muscular-looking, and has a very serious face on all the time. She also has two roughly scaled, red horns protruding from her forehead that stretch back over her temples and poke out behind her head, has a slithery scaled, red dragon's tail snaking out from behind her, and finally has very solid heels, almost like they could be hooves but they never got there so they look like normal human feet.
  • Age: Nobody knows ((hundreds of years old))
  • Magic type: Fire

Personality


She is widely known as a powerful, mean, and badass creature of pure hatred and anger, which she intimidated into the hearts into all who have met her. She makes sure that nobody sees her as weak, and that she never loses a fight. She is reserved, calculating, and practical socially and in battle. When you see her she wants to cut to the chase. She hates dilly-dallying and gets rather impatient. She is as fiery as her skin color and her magical abilities. Rumor ha it that she has very few friends in the world. Despite her intense appearance, she can be civil at times. She is usually visited by a few tieflings for advice and knowledge from the wise, old Mantra. Though witty and sarcastic, she is very wise and very intelligent from all of her years' experiences. She also is sometimes very irritated and will shut herself away from any noise, usually breaking a few trees and creatures in half along the way. She tends to shift into different moods per day. Hopefully the next creature to meet her wont see her murderous mood.

Her flaws include:
  • Bad temper
  • Socially inept: Unintentionally says the wrong thing.
  • Impatient
  • Harsh judgements. Usually they never waver.
  • Stubborn

Equipment & Abilities


Is seen using these different weapons:
  • Magic - Fire abilities
  • A sharp, silver dagger with an onyx hilt and sheath - usually equipped in her right hand
  • A ragged, sharp, black diamond dagger with a jeweled hilt and an onyx sheath - usually in her left hand
  • Can have an extra sword or dagger if needed - usually stolen from someone/somewhere
  • Claws from her hands

Is usually seen with this equipment:
  • Gold armor of sorts - always wears some armored outfit each day, each made out of gold
  • Her utility belt - holds her daggers, and also a few pouches. One pouch holds some herbal creations she creates, another holds some rations for herself, and the last one holds her traveling items

Historical Background


Legend has it that her mother long ago made a pact with a demon to revive her dead husband. Her mother had one night with her resurrected husband before she turned into a horrendous, dragon-looking creature. Her husband abandoned her in terror, and then Mantra was born nine months later. They say she was born looking very similar to a red dragon, but evolved over time to a more human-looking woman. They also say she came out of the womb fighting and angry, and that when she was only eight years old she killed her mother in annoyance and ate her but that's purely myth told throughout the years.

The first part of the tale is true, but when Mantra was born she looked merely human with red skin. Her horns and tail developed as she grew. She was raised by her mother until she was about 13 when her mother was hunted down and killed by some hunters. One of those hunters was her father. Weak at the time, she escaped her father's murderous grasp and found the demon her mother made a pact with. He taught her how to fight and how to fend for herself, and in return she did his bidding in the human world. She was his personal mercenary, who killed, stole, and cheated for him where he could not go. She finally killed her father in an act of vengeance, and herself was hunted down by local villages. She roamed the Earth for 200 years since then, now doing her own business. She sees the demon from time to time, but she now moves on her own. She gets involved in tiefling business as a representative for them, since she's one of the oldest one in existence, but she doesn't dwell in politics very often with other creatures and races. She usually only bothers with what will concern herself.

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So begins...

Mantra's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jodhal Character Portrait: James Goldsworth Character Portrait: Shena Savel Character Portrait: Mahalet Mahzun Character Portrait: Zollamairi Character Portrait: Adry Laetho Character Portrait: Alice Byaku Character Portrait: Mantra Character Portrait: Shane Duggan Character Portrait: Mila Di Santo

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H.O.N.

October. Early morning. H.O.N office at Crambvoyak. Phone ringing demanding someone to answer.

As soon as the phone was lifted the person in the other end started to talk. ”It's L. I have a new client. Your shopping list is following. Two Cerberus tails. Minced and dried tiefling horns. And one Valkyrie. Alive.” That's all the voice said before hanging up.

The phone was put back down and a member of H.O.N. wrote the ”shopping list” on paper. He then walked downstairs to living quarters. It was a simple space with couple of couches and a tv. In corner was a small kitchen with tables, sink, and stove to cook food. The most luxurious part was that each member was allowed to have their own bedrooms for personal space but each two bedrooms shared same bathroom. He knocked on three doors to wake up one of the teams. ”James, Shane, Mila! Time to get work!” The man shouted a slided the piece of paper under the door to James' room.





Shena Savel

It was early morning, sun barely even risen yet when Shena was flying leisurely through the Alsangi Forest the spear in her hand as usual. In the chilly fall air the mist was floating above the ground as she was doing her usual round around the forest. She was looking for any sights of possible danger. Footprints, fabric from clothes, weird items, anything that might belong to humans. She hadn't had any luck that morning. Which was a good thing for the village but Shena was wishing to see at least something so the patrolling wouldn't be so awfully boring each time.

She arrived to the Verah Pond and landed down glancing to the sky. It was cloudy, might even rain later that day. Shena walked edge of the water kneeling down and took so water in her hands drinking. It was cold just like the air and ground, the winter was clearly coming soon. After drinking she stood up stretching and looked around her. Seeing no one she picked up her spear and starter running further away from the water as she struck the spear on ground swinging herself in the air and kicking the air before landing down. It was one of her morning routines to practice at the Pond when no one was bothering her.

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Character Portrait: Zollamairi Character Portrait: Mantra

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Mantra



The tunnel she crept through was barely big enough for Mantra to walk through. She ducked, slid, and stepped along the path through the tunnel and into a cave where she currently inhabited. She just finished stealing some weapons from a dwarf's shop on the outer range of the dwarf encampment around the Bronden mines. The sun was peeking out of the horizon now, illuminating the forest with a soft violet color, but before it was a black night with only a crescent moon to illuminate the lock on the door. She didn't like to break into the dwarf shops because they were unpredictably around the weapon shops when she didn't expect them. This time she got lucky and found just what she needed with no interruptions.

She dumped her long pack onto a rock crevice in the wall and pulled out her trophies. Two Naturite swords, one rapier, three steel swords, and a large array of daggers. She started to examine the daggers she found. She found drawers full of them behind the counter and dumped them all into her bag. She liked knives of sorts. They were easy to hide and discreet. She had a collection of them she kept with herself everywhere she went.

Some of these daggers she found in the shop were human-made weapons. There were labels on some of the items, indicating "ninja stars," "butterfly knives," "Army knives," "throwing knives," and "Switch blades" as some of the items. She was not a stranger to a few of these weapons. She had been attacked by a few of these weapons before. She held some of her own switch blades and butterfly knives in her trophy collection, along with the other items she has collected over the years. Like her favorite one: a black tiefling horn.

She picked up the ninja stars and admired their dark metal and sharp edges. Human weapons were usually never practical to her; they were more for show to her than for fighting. Most of the ones she collected were colored in bright, obnoxious colors that would signal anyone's whereabouts with ease. The other weapons she encountered, surprisingly, were very useful. These for example were black metal pieces that can hide on her person and can be used at night in the shadows without being spotted.

She put away all of the weapons back into the weapon bag, except for the ninja stars and the throwing knives and took them to her enchanted pack by the wall. She would abandon this cave today. A bit north of the mountain range where she resided was another cave that she suspected had been preoccupied by a creature. She heard activity there the night before as she was walking back to her cave and she decided that was too close for comfort. She knew an inn she could stay in and sell her pickings there. It was located in the town of Veraloi, and the townsfolk there are always looking for weapons.

She would leave in the afternoon, but for now she would rest. She slid her knives into her pack and dropped everything to the floor behind some very tall rocks. She stretched herself onto the floor, holding her weapon bag in one hand and rested her head on her pack. From there she muttered a spell around the rocks she lay behind, setting a trap in case intruders appear, and closed her eyes. She fell asleep quickly.

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Character Portrait: Mahalet Mahzun Character Portrait: Mantra

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[font=Charlemagne Std] Mahalet Mahzun

For the first time in 20 minutes Mahalet didn’t hear the rushing of wind in his ears as he slowed himself for a landing. Approaching a short plateau in the side of the mountain he angled his wings down so that he could land on a small boulder. Just as his long crane-like leg touched the rock, he heard a gunshot from the direction he'd come from, causing him to take a few clumsy steps forward. Thankfully, he was able to dig his talons into the rock right before he would have fallen headfirst into the mountain. He swung back in their direction as he imagined the Dwarves' phantom laughter following him. Laughing not only at his near fall, but about he had failed to get any of their secrets about Nitrite and the mine. Again. He imagined they were halfway to some drinking hall celebrating by now. He raised an eyebrow.
Which meant the vault was ungau-another gunshot halted his fantasy. He crowed angrily in their direction as he turned his tail to them in contempt. Well for all their gunshots they hadn’t managed to hit hi- He squinted as he leaned in on a clump of broken tail feathers. He grumbled before sitting down and beginning to pull out the shafts. They'd only hinder him for when he decided to fly home, not to mention how they'd feel if he turned human. He looked up at the sky as he yanked a feather out. The sun was just appearing over the mending range causing the corners f his beak tock as he o raise in a smile. Yanking the last of his tail feathers out, he placed them into his bag (they'd be nice quill pens to sell later) before pulling out a small leather bound book. Placing it neatly on top of the bag, he hopped off the rock as he began shifting back to human.

After a few short breaths he felt the familiar tingling of his bones beginning to twist and rearrange back to those of a human. His skull condensed as his beak shrank back into teeth, hands forming from wing tips and many other alterations that he thankfully didn't have to think of. The tingling that ran over his body acted as an anesthetic grown from years of practice. Unlike changing into a snake as he'd done earlier this morning. He erased the thought before he began to change into one. After less than a minute he was human again and changed back into the clothes he'd stowed into his bag. Once the tingling had fully left his hand, he marked down all of the speculation he'd recently gathered on Broaden mines before tapping his pen on the book in frustration. His inside scoop on the mine had been running dry for.... well it had never been particularly flowing in the first place, but his repeated failure was starting to eat at him. He needed something to write and town gossip and histories were barely sufficient for his investigations. He slammed the journal closed before walking back towards the rock to sun himself atop it. It wasn't the best angle for it but it would do, at least until he thought of something else worth investigating today.

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Character Portrait: Mahalet Mahzun Character Portrait: Mantra
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OOC: Agh triple post! Please a combo breaker! even more apologies.....

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Character Portrait: Mahalet Mahzun Character Portrait: Mantra
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OOC: agh double post! didn't even realize it. Apologies.