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Full Name: Remiandre Conscientia Lehsade
Nicknames/Aliases: The Eternal Archivist. Among friends - of which she has a grand total of zero at the moment - she might be known as Remi, given the complexity of her actual name.
Species: Formerly Human. Now a type of powerful magical construct known as a "Stoneborn." See history for details.
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Occupation: Magician and creator of spells. Currently, however, she is serving as the imprisoned servant of the Fallen Rider, Elarain.
Appearance: Remiandre stands at the rather unimposing height of five feet two inches, and is possessed of a frail, thin physique, with long, slender legs, short, fragile arms and hands, a flat stomach, narrow waist, and around average development. Her skin has become rather pale from decades trapped indoors, and due to its unmarred, soft nature, as well as the round, childish appearance of her face, would make one put her age at closer to sixteen at most, rather than her actual age. Her eyes are bright and green, her teeth well kept and her skin well cleaned despite her isolation. With a small nose, ears, and chin, her emerald pools become the most prominent and noticeable part of her face, aside from her flowing, shoulder length straight white hair, which is kept tied into a ponytail by a thin black ribbon. She has but one outfit - a simple yet elegant white dress, adorned with the occasional bit of lace of navy blue trimming. In the way of footwear, she usually goes about clad in a pair of soft, featureless white slippers, going most places by hovering over the ground. On a final note, just below her collarbone, a small, radiant blue jewel is flawlessly fused into her skin. This is the Philosopher's Stone, both her greatest strength and her most potent weakness.

Personality: Remiandre is generally a very quiet, tranquil person. She lets few of her emotions show, perhaps to compensate for how lonely she is. She is possessed of a very inquisitive spirit, and constantly seeks new applications for magic. Her highest goal, however, is to be released from her imprisonment. She would do almost anything to once again be free. Although normally she'd be very reluctant to help someone like Elarain achieve her nefarious goals, seven years suffering under a normally fatal curse afflicting both her body and her soul has broken her will. In exchange for likely false promises of freedom, she has finally agreed to assist the fallen rider in her work.
Strengths: Remiandre is a natural prodigy at magic, and is proficient in countless different spells and arts. In addition, due to the Philosopher's Stone embedded into her chest, she has a massive energy pool from which to cast her spells, and can easily regenerate from most wounds, even some that are fatal.
Weaknesses: Due to the curse afflicting her, Remiandre is unable to leave the Eternal Library, as her soul is bound to that location and can only be released by a certain object. This curse, normally fatal and only kept from killing her by the Stone, has caused her health to greatly deteriorate, leaving her feeble, short of breath, and sick almost constantly. In addition, should the Stone ever break, she would die on the spot unless freed from her curse beforehand, and might still die then from the curse's aftereffects on her. Her healing factor is unable to heal damage dealt by a dragon's breath, as well.

Equipment: More spellbooks and grimoires than most individuals could read in a lifetime, and the Philosopher's stone in her chest.
Abilities: Remiandre is absolute master of a school of magic based around the summoning and manipulation of seven basic elements. These are Fire, Nature, Water, Metal/Energy, Wood/Air, Void, and Aether, the latter of which represent a force of absolute destruction and a force of absolute existence, respectively. She combines these elements to form various different spells with diverse and incredible effects.

Brief history: Remiandre was a natural magical prodigy. From the day she was born, magicians could sense the massive amount of magical potential she held. Consequently, at a young age, she was handed over to a master magician to be taught his mystic arts. She mastered his school of magic - a notoriously difficult one - at just 15 years of age, surpassing even his own abilities and expectations. From that day forward, she began research into magic as a sorceress in her own right, creating several spells of her own and even writing her own grimoire before she stumbled across a topic of great interest to her: The Philosopher's Stone. Said to have the power to make ordinary Humans immortal, as well as to command a massive amount of magical energy, Remiandre decided upon this as her subject of research. Around that time, she stumbled across a rather aloof and unnatural individual - a formerly Human girl named Elarain. All she was told was that Elarain wanted to bring her friend back to life. Remiandre was sure from her research that the Philosopher's Stone could do just that. Elarain's magical capacity was extraordinary. So Remiandre decided to help her, and they struck a deal. In exchange for her assistance in bearing the magical strain, Remiandre would create a Philosopher's Stone, the power of which would be shared between the two of them. Everything seemed perfect until just as the stone was created inside a small, obscure castle library, Elarain turned on her partner, striking her from behind with a powerful curse that should have killed her and even removed her soul from the path between Earth and the Afterlife. However, Remiandre's power was strong enough that she had a few seconds in which life still remained in her, and, in a final act of desperation, she snatched up the Stone and fused it with her chest, hoping that its alleged power of immortality would save her. And so it did, with a price. The curse, normally an instantly fatal spell, continued to ravage her body in a vain attempt to kill her, kept at bay only by the power of the Stone. Not only that, but the curse bound her soul to the library in which she had nearly died, leaving her trapped there for the rest of her now unending life.

The only way to free her from her curse would have been to break a certain item - a crystal, known as a Soul Diamond - used in the preparation of the spell. Just to taunt the now imprisoned magus, Elarain left that very stone hanging in the hallway just outside of the library, where Remiandre could see it through the window, but neither she nor her magic could reach it. Isolating her from the entire world and leaving her to suffer at the hands of her torturous, eternal curse, in sight of her goal but never able to achieve it, Elarain watched as Remiandre descended into insanity for a few years. Elarain almost had coaxed the trapped girl into helping her when Remiandre did the seemingly impossible - she snapped back, keeping herself sane by creating new spells and writing her own magical spellbooks. Taking her mind off of the pain and loneliness through her sheer creative genius proved effective, and through this manner, she managed to maintain her sanity. However, there is a point at which all mortal beings succumb to a despair so potent that nothing but freedom can save them. Remiandre once again reached her breaking point, and finally surrendered. If Elarain would bring her powerful sources of mana - herself being too cautious to help, since the vengeful magus might very well kill her if she entered the library once again - Remiandre promised that in return for her freedom, she would create for her as many Philosopher's Stones as she needed to animate her new dragon. While she knows that this is likely just another trick, there has become no other option but to blindly hope against hope that finally, she might once again be free...

So begins...

Remiandre Conscientia Lehsade's Story

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#2012-04-23 21:55:29, as written by Tsukiakari

In the gloomy library known only as Solitude, a frail girl clad in white sat pouring over her books. The only light in the room came either in faint, pale streams through the slit-like windows to the outside, or from the occasional torch hanging from the wall. Even with the glass the lonely magus had created and fused into the windows, the cold still seeped in sometimes. Although it shouldn't have affected a Stoneborn, her own condition was... unique. Coughing quietly, she set down her quill pen - another object she had summoned by magic for her use - covering her mouth through force of habit and idly noting the vapor that slipped between her fingers. Was it really that cold? She would have to try out that warming spell she had thought up. The worst possible outcome would just be spontaneous combustion, and, well she'd live, and at least she would be warm then. Since in her spare time she had managed to magically fireproof the books, shelves and, well, most of the room, actually, them becoming damaged by a miscast spell wasn't a concern. Actually, the precious contents of her treasured library had all been placed under so many enchantments and protective seals that she doubted almost any magic could harm them. Since she had an abundance of both time and energy on her hands, she had long since managed to complete the necessary renovations to the library that was now her home. Well, prison was a better way to put it, but it was best not to dwell on such matters.

Remiandre finally stopped coughing, and, after taking a moment to catch her feeble breath once more, she noticed her throat was rather scratchy. Waving her hands in a slightly apathetic manner, she channeled a small portion of her energy onto the small, blank desk in front of her. The grimoire she was writing was going to take some time to complete, so there was no sense waiting until she was done to get a drink. While technically the Elixir of Life channeled into her body by the Stone in her chest meant that she needed not food nor drink, it did not meant she could not feel the pain that lack of those brought.

"Aether and Earth Sigil: Summon Teacup," The magus murmured. In a small flash of light, tiny bits of porcelain appeared on her desk, slowly forming themselves into the desired shape with a quiet crackling noise. Spreading her hands over the now complete cup, she continued.

"Water, Wood, Fire and Aether Sigil: Delicate Fragrance," She chanted. Water formed beneath her hands and slowly flowed downward into the cup, the quiet babbling made as the dish filled the only sound in the lonely archive aside from the crackling of torches and the wind battering the walls of the castle. Once the dish was mostly filled, the water ceased to flow, and the spell continued into its next phase. In an instant, the water was brought to a boil, and tea leaves appeared in a precisely calculated amount. Using her Aether magic to speed the process along without disrupting the natural flavor of the tea, she soon had a perfect beverage simmering next to her. Smiling, she sank back in her comfortably padded chair - another item of her own creation, much more luxurious than how the archive of Solitude had been before her imprisonment - and took up her tea, sipping it with a slight sigh of contentment. Remiandre cast another spell, swiftly summoning a magical blanket to drape itself over her and keep her warm. The heating spell she had created could wait until later for testing. It was time to take a break and enjoy the delicacy she had made. She had spent several lonely months perfecting her magically created tea. Actually, the spell she had invented for the process placed several enchantments upon the tea as it was made, enhancing the flavor, making it more healthy, and so on and so forth. In a way, the teas she brewed in her library home were a sort of medicine, helping her to get by through the various bouts of illness she suffered.

Taking another sip, the magus smiled slightly, closing her deep green eyes and simply relaxing. There was a certain appreciation for the simple things in life that a long period of solitary captivity taught you. Good tea, a comfortable chair, a warm blanket to keep out the chilly air, and a way to alleviate one's boredom without dreaming of the outside world and how much it must have changed... Those were all the things she needed right now.

Remiandre thought idly to the blank sheet of parchment lying on the table before her, just one of many that would soon be bound into a book and placed on the grand shelves of Solitude, the magical library. She was running out of space to house her ever-increasing collection of magical treatises, which meant she would have to create some new bookshelves again. It didn't matter to her that no one would probably ever read her works. It was just something to do. A way to catalog her various discoveries and experiments better than her own mind could. A way to make what she learned permanent, so she would never forget her work, no matter how long she was trapped here. That was enough to satisfy the Eternal Archivist.

The girl smiled, beginning to drift off into a world of tranquil and happy dreams. A nap would be just what she needed to keep her health up. Weak as she was, rest was a very important part of her daily schedule. Besides, the dreams she had usually gave her ideas for new spells she might be able to create. In that regard, her subconscious was just as useful at providing new and intriguing ideas as her waking thoughts were. And so, the immortal girl dozed off alone amongst her books, the dusty, gloomy library as still as a tomb as the magus finally found a place of rest, even if it was only temporary...

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#2012-04-26 21:28:28, as written by Tsukiakari

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Remiandre opened her eyes, awakening in a coughing fit. Covering her mouth with one hand, she clutched her chest with the other, doubling over with the agony of illness that wracked her body. It seemed the curse was acting up again, if the blood now staining her white palm was any indication. Yet again, she had died in her sleep. Of course, it was never that easy. Her lungs stitched themselves back together bit by bit, and the blood lost was replaced. The Elixir of Life flowed into her, and she lived once more.

Slowly, she rose back to a more comfortable seated position with a quiet groan. Her little nap had been nice while it lasted, but if she was going to wake up dying again, she didn't think she'd care for going back to sleep. Her heart had almost stopped from the surprise of it all, not to mention the pain.

She smiled wryly, glancing down at her hand. A quick void spell removed the blood before it could coagulate, so it wouldn't be a problem. It was quite ironic she was thinking so much about her health at her young age. Her current mindset and attitude would have been more suited to an old woman on death's door than to a young and powerful wizard. But a lot had happened in the past few years, and she had brushed so frequently with death in that time that sitting down to tea with him and playing a good game of chess was by now an amusing pastime. It seemed she had won their game, since she had woken up once again. It had been a close thing, however, as evidenced by the last echoes of the pain lingering in her feeble body.

With some difficulty, she pushed herself to her feet, her occasional cough scattering the dust from the tables of the gloomy library and sending them in their little spirals, the tiny particles falling like so many snowflakes. The girl in the white dress hobbled a short way from her writing desk, her movements so devoid of life and energy that she moved through the falling dust like a ghost, barely disturbing a single speck of it.

"Aether and Wood-... Sigil," The magician wheezed, covering her mouth as yet another coughing fit racked her lithe form. "Levitation," She finished, her slipper-clad feet rising off of the ground as she hovered into the air. She was light as a feather due to illnesses to begin with, so levitation wasn't exactly difficult.

Once her coughing fit had subsided and she could trust in her balance, she hovered up to one of the towering bookshelves, glancing about. Each shelf was packed to the bursting point with old tomes that would never be checked out, and dust coated the entire library despite her greatest efforts to keep it from gathering. The emerald eyes of the magus passed swiftly across this shelf as she bobbed almost imperceptibly up and down, suspended high above the library below. Were her concentration broken, she would fall to the hard stone floor and doubtless break to pieces, like an egg thrown against the ground. Fortunately, her concentration was nigh perfect, so that was hardly a worry.

She found what she was looking for. Her fragile arm, like that of a doll, reached out and gently plucked forth a magic book almost the size of her whole torso. She held it delicately, like a mother holding a beloved child. In a way, these books were a great deal like children to her. Most of the library's contents had been penned with her own weak hand.

The volume in question, Locke's Grimoire for the Journeyman Wizard: A Spell for your Every Need, was one of the works she had expanded upon to develop her own mundane magics. Although the author, Dilgheer Locke, based his own spells off of a different magical system, she had been able to adapt them to her own Seven Elements magical art fairly easily. Using this volume as a cross-reference, she intended to quickly and efficiently list off her own adaptions of the spells contained within, citing back to Locke as she worked.

Hovering to the ground, she once more seated herself in her plush chair. The light from outside was growing dimmer as yet another blizzard moved over the castle, leaving the library bathed solely in the dying light of the few torches. In the midst of the falling gloom of the library of Solitude, a lonely girl sat over her book, beginning her work. She didn't know whether it was night or day in the outside world, but that no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered to her was her book. To Remiandre, there was nothing but the tome before her, and her hand moving quickly across the parchment before her, stopping only to dip her pen in the inkwell before she continued writing.

That was all that existed in the locked-in girl's world.

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