Description
Mouse-y brown hair and eyes, she's really rather plain and shy.
The names of Aeri's former team mates: Tommy, Rayburn, Jones Stets, and Freddie
Scars: Deep burns down both arms, wrapped around her torso and on her thighs and breasts. Also hidden with red coat.
Name: Aerilyn Rayburn-Jones (in honor or fallen family)
Age: 24
Height: 5'4"
Gender: Female
Personality
Quiet and shy, Aeri prefers being around soldiers to other people because there she feels almost normal, and fairly safe. She forces herself to pretend happiness almost constantly, if only to prevent herself from ever slipping into a depression.
Equipment
Aeri has the unique ability to manipulate air and winds at a high level thus making her and Aeromancer.
Personal:
Hat of Silence - a red beret that prevents Aeri from hearing any sounds more than 30 feet away when she speaks the word 'ssejin.' The spell is held by a diamond in a brass setting, and is ending by Aeri clapping her hands.
Favorite moves:
Push - a blast of air at speeds of up to 150 mph. Will blow you away!
Air walk - Though she can't fly, she certainly can get above your head, by walking on nothing!
Pressure - Aeri can holding anything in the air she wants to, using pressure.
Vacuum - Don't make her too Angry! She can create a perfect vacuum in a space as big as two cubic feet for 30 seconds! And the smaller the spall, the longer she can hold! At 1 in cubic, she can hold that vacuum for an entire minute!
WindWall - This fun shield deflects projectiles, small creatures, and any poisonous gasses.
Whirlwind - When Aeri panics, she tends to use Whirlwind. It'll spin her opponent right out of the battle alright, but it also does significant damage to the surroundings.
Whispering Wind - Far away? No problem. Aeri can talk to you on the wind itself. Though heaven help you if she's feeling mischievous.
Air Chain - No you've gone and done it. Aeri is going to tie you up using chains made of air? Confused? Just accept it.
History
Aeri grew up in a simple village full of simple people. By age five, she knew she was different though. By age 13 she lost both parents, he mother to childbirth, her father to jail. She also lost her sister that year to a church fire.
At this point, Aeri went on a traveling adventure, dropping out of seventh grade, hoping to raise the funds for her father's release. Unfortunately, though she was able to earn the money, her father had died to sickness before she could rescue him. Without even a grade school diploma, and having not completed high school, there was very little that Aerilyn could do for work, so she turned back to what she had learned while adventuring: Merc Work.
Aerilyn, by now more than proficient with a gun, became a mercenary for hire, joining a band in order to find work. She worked hard, and moved up in the ranks, going on hundreds of successful missions with her team mates, until on fatal mission went wrong.
Bad information led to the death of most of her teammates. Aeri only survived because she accidentally used her aeromancer powers, rather instinctively. With this, she survived but the rest of her team died. Eventually, Aeri made her way out, and it was revealed that the last mission had lost her any chance on naturally hearing again. She had been using the wind to bring her what words over people spoke.
From there things got worse, and Aeri became a danger, a liability. The company, unwilling to fund a trainer for her, or help her find one, fired Aeri. Without work, her money quickly disappeared, though not before she bought a small plot of land in the middle of the forest and had it cleared and a mage build her a small one room hut made entirely of stone. It held no doors or windows, merely openings where such things would normally be.
She craved the wind now, but couldn't stand the onslaught that being near people brought to ears that should hear nothing. She went into town only when she knew it would be mostly quiet. Suffering from PTSD, and survivor's guilt, and with no education or training in her powers, Aerilyn lived apart from society, making a few simple wooden carvings to sell from time to time, and teaching herself how to use the odd magic she had been given.
So begins...
Aerilyn blushes slightly at that. "It's the breeze isn't it. I apologize. I can't hear well, so I have the wind carry words to my ears." She explains to him, looking embarrassed.
On her head Music leaf clearly threatened Morbin with it's lute.
Aerilyn 's eyes cross as she watches him poke at...something above her. "What...Are you talking about?" She asks, having no clue at all that she's followed about by many assorted leaves that often rest on her head. Nope. No clue.
Aerilyn The Music leaf plays an ear shattering note that Aerilyn can not hear and his Morbin's finger with it's small lute.
Aerilyn The leaves all promptly scatter and disappear as Aerilyn looks around, including the Music leaf, who is sure to give the impression of sticking it's tongue out at Morbin before it does so.
Aerilyn looks to Morbin very confused now, not seeing anything. "Guardsman Morbin, i'm afraid you must be very confused. I don't have a single leaf about me. Am I...mishearing you, somehow?"
Aerilyn frowns slightly. "Perhaps, I can not hear them, and they simply hide from sight as well. There may be leaves, Guardsman." She concedes, see as he seemed a bit upset. "I'm pretty new here too. Are you sure there are really all those things here?"
Aerilyn smiles slightly. "I'm glad to hear that at least. Even if I've never seen hide nor hair of them." She says with a smile, taking a seat across from Aerilyn. "I have to admit. When I've come here before, people seem to not want to speak, Morbin. Or there's been some horrible battle."
Aerilyn smiles brightly at him. "I suppose that must be true. I haven't met too many insane people myself, so I wouldn't know." She sips her lemonade and nods. "It is very entertaining, I have to admit. But I can never be here for too long, or two often. Unfortunately, wind doesn't discriminate on sounds." That simple fact meant she had to struggles to make out even one voice.
A leaf lands on Morbin's lap. This, judging by the itty bitty open book in its 'hands' was Bookworm leaf.
Aerilyn looks intrigued. "What is shell shock? I don't think I've heard of it." She says, curiosity thick in her voice."
Bookword leaf hit Morbin's hand with the book and goes back to reading.
Aerilyn frowns slightly. "Battle madness then? I've heard of such a think happening as well." She admits, though the term was a little different. "It's not a pretty site, I admit. and mind healers aren't much good for that sort of damage."
The leaves all gather on Morbin's lap, with an inkwell near by. Slowly, they begin to write a message on his pants.
Aerilyn bites her lip. Commissar must mean something similar to mind healer, but she didn't know a single mind healer who would shoot their patient in the head. "I'm sorry, a shot? Like from an arrow?"
The leaves continue writing their message, having to frequently re-ink their stems. They are, after all, just leaves.
Aerilyn
blinks, highly confused. "I think I shall simply take your word for it. And...what are they saying?" She asks, highly curious.
The leaves, having all been working in concert, have finished their message and capped the inkwell. The message reads, very sloppily mind you. Keep Aeri safe.
Underneath it, in smaller writing reads. Jerkface
Aerilyn blinks. "I can't imagine they would. They are leaves after all. And I have nothing to be kept safe from I can't keep myself safe from, but thank you." She says, not noticing as the leaves uncap the well and slowly work on writing on Morbin's pants again.
Aerilyn nods with a smile. "Okay. That makes sense." She says with a smile, as the leaves finish the message on his pants before they begin to make leaf prints on his notepad, clearly enjoying themselves.
"Tell me, how do you get here, if you're form such a different world?"
Aerilyn
blinks. "That sounds fascinating. I'm an aeromancer myself. That means all I cna really control is air, but you can do a lot with that. More than it sound like, really." She watches him shift around curiously. "What on earth are you doing?"
The leaves message simply reads. Liar
Unfortunately, do to their small size and slow writing skills, this refers to something Aeri said, about not needs protection, some time ago.
Aerilyn blinks. "I still don't know what leaves you're talking about, but okay. I don't know what I could be lying on." she says with a smile. The woman touches the aviators curiously, and picks them up to look them over. "Tell me, what are these?"
The leaves have taken to creating art in his notebook, and really can't be bothered to reply to him. Music leaf does take the time to give the impression of sticking her tongue out at him while making a face though. An interesting talent to have for a leaf.
Aerilyn looks at the childish messy writing on his pants and can't help but cover her mouth and smile at him. "Well. I believe you now for sure." She says with a smile, looking at the inky mess on his pants. "How are you going to get that out?"
She putts the aviators on then takes them off quickly, staring at them in awe. "These are amazing."
The leaves quickly disappear into hiding, their new toy in the form of a notepad taken away.
Aerilyn smiles brightly at him. "Everyone needs something like that." She says with a bright smile. "I'm lucky. As long as I have wind near me, I'm just fine." She was pretty lucky in that regard, as all she needed to create her own wind was the air around her.
Aerilyn shrugs curiously. "I have no clue. I just moved here maybe a few weeks ago. I even built myself a nice little one room house in the forest." She reveals, not at all concerned. "I have no enemies, and only one friend, and even then he and I do not talk often." He says with a smile.
"Perhaps it is because it is so dangerous here? They needn't be worried. I can create hurricanes if i must."
Aerilyn smiles slightly. "I think they must be taunting you. I am sorry. I had no clue about them..." She trails off then smiles brightly. "So. What's a lasgun?"
Aerilyn nods brightly. "I would hate for that to happen. It does look advanced thought." she says with a bright smile. "So...It' shoots stuff though. Like a bow, liek you said earlier?"
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