Name: Jill Chrysantema
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: just turned 15

Appearance: Jill has curly, short red hair. She is broad, and has a medium sized build. Many people say she looks older than what she really is. her eyes are a light blue.
Personality: Jill is definitely a girl of peace. She will do anything she can to help others, and if need be, put herself in harm's way. She would rather love her enemies than fight them. Jill is quite introverted, but that doesn't mean she won't talk. She is serious and optimistic around others. Jill is also a very smart girl, and learns best by example.
Motives: to bring peace to the world. No more fighting between Castradell and Rigzar.
Experience in battle: has never fought before in her life and refuses to do so. She would be more off to the side, healing the injured.
Weapons: none. If anything, she would use her wits.

Specialty Power: Although Jill is talented at using all of the elements, she sticks to healing. She refuses to hurt, and instead, heals. (btw, she also knows a great deal about herbs and medicine, so if she can't use magic, she'll use her surroundings)

Short History: Jill was born in one of the poorest towns in Castradell. Although everyone wishes life were a bit simpler, Jill has come to love it. The neighbors have all been very close to one another, and everyone seemed to get along. Jill's dad was a commander in the military, and Jill's brothers always wanted to follow in their dad's footsteps. However, Jill's father seemed to have a sort of special bond with her. He was closer to her, the one who refused to fight, than her brothers, the reckless ones.

Although Jill's magic skills grew, she refused to learn how to fight like the other teens. Instead, she ran off either to the woods or neighbors' houses to heal the wounded. Eventually, this sort of became a job for her. Jill never had any intentions of joining the king's army, but when something happens in her family, she has no other option. (i will explain later)

Battle Sample: Well this is going to be hard, since Jill refuses to fight, but if she were in some sort of war situation, this is what it would be like.

Jill stood in the tent, listening to the battle cries of the soldiers on the field. She prayed they would be alright, and that everything would be okay. Of course, a minute later, a bloody mess of a man was brought in front of her. "Please....help..." he barely said. His whole chest was torn open. He was going to die in a matter of minutes. "It'll be okay" Jill calmly spoke. She sat on the ground next to him, breathed deeply, and outstretched her arms over the man. Her arms turned bright with white light, and they shined through the darkness of the night. She gently placed her hands over the man's chest, and instantly, his chest healed itself. The man's blood drenched shirt turned white again, and a smile appeared on his face. He stood up, full of energy, and said, "thank you, dear Jill. You're father would be proud." Jill nodded and watched the man return back to battle, running as if he was filled with new life.