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Vanacassya Torathanas

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Celedia

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Name: Vanacassya Torathanas

Age: 1287

Race: Elvhen

Occupation: Battle Cleric, a purveyor of charms

Appearance: Her slim, oval face has an alabaster complexion, slim straight nose and light violet eyes. Medium-length pale golden hair is usually held back away from her face by intricately designed haircombs, revealing her pointed ears and slender neck. Her lithe frame is usually covered in dazzling robes crafted from the finest fabrics.

Skills/Powers:She is a battle cleric, well versed in the arts of protection and healing with only minor lessons in elemental magics to aide her fellow soldiers. When not in the field, she crafts charms to help people either with every day tasks or with intangible things such as luck, health, fertility, etc.

Weaknesses: Fragile, which is why she went into the branch of magic that teaches many forms of protection.

History: Vanacassya comes from a long line of healing magic and her father was a High Mage in service to the Goddess of the Moon, Sehanine Moonbow, but Vanacassya herself turned from the path of the Moon Goddess and follows Sharess, goddess of hedonism, festhalls and sensual fulfillment. She began her life on a search for knowledge and magical information and did not return to her homeland until her voracious curiosity was sated.

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Vanacassya Torathanas lightly pushed open the door to Gambit's, slipping inside as she reached down, drawing the skirt to her black and purple silken robes closer to avoid getting them caught in the door. Icy blue eyes looked with feigned interest about the bar as she made her way to the counter and she hailed a passing bartender as if she was in a tavern. "Glass of elven wine please," she said in a soft lilt before taking a seat. The robot momentarily paused as it processed the unusual verbal request before registering the order and wheeling off.

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Vanacassya Torathanas lightly pushed open the door to Gambit's, slipping inside as she reached down, drawing the skirt to her black and purple silken robes closer to avoid getting them caught in the door. Icy blue eyes looked with feigned interest about the bar as she made her way to the counter and she hailed a passing bartender as if she was in a tavern. "Glass of elven wine please," she said in a soft lilt before taking a seat. The robot momentarily paused as it processed the unusual verbal request before registering the order and wheeling off.

When the robot left her, she reached into the folds of her robes and withdrew a tiny carved charm fashioned from amethyst. She held the charm against her lily white palm, her brow knit softly in concentration as if she were studying it very intently.

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Vanacassya Torathanas overheard the conversation towards the other end of the bar since her sense of sound was keen but her attention was focused soully on the charm before her. A rather wealthy gentleman was going to gift it to a woman that he was interested in and he hoped that it would make her more pliable to his advances.

Humans, she thought with a soft, derisive snort and she looked up momentarily as the glass of elven wine slid in front of her. "Talia sal," she said to the robotic bartender, a rather odd invention in her eye but one that she was becoming accustomed to. Delicate fingers encircled the glass, lifting to petal pink lips for a single sip before replacing it on the bar's countertop.

Holding the amethyst against her left palm, she gestured simply with her right hand and a small spark of white flame rose above her fingertips. "Tysti sai ti, tia jhyli," she murmured softly, then touched the heated flame against the gemstone. The amethyst would absorb the flame and glow a white, blindingly bright color. It seemed like contained lightning but after a moment of iridescence, the light faded once more leaving behind the charm which was now transformed into an oval-cut pendant set into hammered silver.

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Vanacassya studied the pendant briefly and a barely audible sigh escaped her lips. Humans were some of the most intelligent yet idiotic people that she had come across in her journies. They had built empires, machinery that could perform the task of a dozen men and yet, despite all of their invention and innovation they still could not see the inherent use of natural properties.

A simple gemstone could enhance their natural abilities and auras and yet instead of extracting a stone from the earth, dusting it off and sticking it in their pocket or applying it to a piece of jewelry, they had to alter it. Always more interested in appearance than anything else, the humans wore fanciful adornments in hopes of attracting, enticing. Which was why the pendant that lay in her hand was now morphed into a pendant. Her client had requested a very specific look, to replace a necklace that the object of his affections already wore on a regular basis.

The stone's protective nature would have been better if it was left in a natural state, you know. The words flowed into her mind like water beind poured into a vase and her countenance registered faint surprise. Perhaps it was simply elvhen arrogance but she could not believe that someone was a powerful enough telepath or mage to breach her shielding.

Casting her eyes about the room, she judged the conversing couple first, deeming them odd but otherwise uninteresting and her gaze then settled on the only other person in the room, Ikiros. Arching one delicate eyebrow, she felt her lips curve into a bemused smile. Too true but my client does not wish for the amethyst for protection. He is procuring this charm to inspire lust, perhaps love. She turned her eyes away from the man and opened the velvet pouch upon her hip, slipping the newly formed pendant into the bag and pulling its drawstring to seal the charm away.

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Vanacassya Torathanas couldn't keep the look of arrogance from her eyes as she studied the gentleman that approached her. She had found few, if any, people worth attention in this city thus far but the man had breached her shields, albeit temporarily, so perhaps he was worthy of a conversation. Gesturing with her hand, she indicated the seat beside her with a smile. "Well met, Ikiros. I am Vanacassya Toranthanas." As she spoke her name, the strange lilt of the elves infused her tone with an almost melodic sound. Magic was inherent in all elvhen, whether they could wield it or not, and it laced everything they did and said.

"Honeyed words," she said, referring to his compliment on her magical abilities, "You must have some form of magic yourself if you can speak without moving your lips?"

Her golden brows furrowed ever so slightly as she let her gaze traverse the rest of his form, slightly confused. He had a build more suited to a warrior and his movements were graceful, like a predator. Yet his voice was far smoother than any race she had met thus far, outside of her own people, thick with power. The odd combination caused her to pause in her studies. Unaware of the slightly rude overtone of her question, she next asked, "What are you?"

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"O eisi Eiralael?" she repeated his statement in question form, obviously surprised at his admission. She laid her hands in her lap, one placed delicately over the other as they rested upon her thigh and she studied him with renewed interest. The Atlanteans were a race known to her people, also purveyors of magic but she had never heard of any of them having non-elemental magic before.

Vanacassya peered first at his ears, delicately pointed as her own were and she stared into his stormy grey eyes with her own violet-hued orbs. "Mental magics?" she asked, referring to the telekinesis, "Your people are of the elements. Where did you acquire such talents?"

This was quite possibly, the most she had spoken to anyone in Wing City thus far but her curiosity was piqued and she couldn't refrain from her inquiries.

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Vanacassya Torathanas felt the faint color form on her otherwise pale cheeks and she cast her eyes to the side, lifting her wine between her fingertips and taking a slow sip. She had a voracious and seldom-sated hunger for knowledge and she had left her people to travel the world and study. One of the places that accepted her, however warily, was Atlantis and she had spent a brief year there during her adolescence pouring over any tome they would let her get her hands on.

"I have had some interaction with your kind but it was so long ago...." she ran her tongue across her lips as they dried from speaking and set her glass back upon the counter. As she let her violet eyes meet his, there was the smallest downward curve apparent on her lips. "I thought your people had died. All of them." It wasn't a question, more of a statement of perception. The elvhen battlemage had heard of the tragedy and naturally assumed no one had escaped.

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Vanacassya Torathanas smiled, a mere quirk of her lips as she nodded in response. "I only really knew about half a dozen people and rarely left the vast library that your people had built." Her eyes widened slightly as he gestured, creating a hologram of the island in the air before them, zooming in and recreating details she hadn't seen for hundreds of years. Peering intently at the recreation, her gaze lit up as she spotted a familiar landmark and she lifted a slender finger to point to a rather unique building with a large courtyard set before the house. It was perhaps two blocks away from the library she frequented.

"There. That is the family that allowed me to stay with them..." she dragged her lower lip between her teeth, trying to recall their names, "Meison and Siphonei?" It was a lovely couple, fire wielders, that welcomed her into their home, freely answering her ever present questions.

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Vanacassya Torathanas looked at the house he indicated and nodded, recognizing it from her nightly walks. "It was a beautiful home." She said, though she didn't admit that she had strolled several times into the gardens that he was gesturing to for a few moments, just long enough to look at the abundance of flora that they had gracing their lawn.

As he spoke, she cast her gaze to the side, letting it sweep over Ikiros' face. He sounded so... Nostalgic. So melancholy. "Your brother... You said that he hunted outlaws." She said matter of factly before continuing on to her point. "Did he ever.... hunt you?" A soft frown appeared on her lips as she asked, once again, what was most decisively a rude question.

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Vanacassya Torathanas nodded, unable to take her eyes away from his unusual grey ones. At first, when she had assumed he was human, she thought his eyes had been a very light shade of blue but now on closer inspection they seemed to be the most intriguing shade of grey. A color not even found in the irises of her own people.

She caught herself staring and cleared her throat softly, reaching once more for her wine before replying and a light chuckle escaped her lips at the way he phrased his question. "Only a visitor? What else would I be?" she smiled at him, arching her brow curiously as she took a sip of her wine, nearly finishing the glass. Some cultures had different phrases, different terminology and she was simply seeking further explanation. Did they have other forms of temporary citizens?

Continuing on, she answered his inquiry. "I, as far as I know, was simply a visitor, yes. I left my people at the age of 20 to travel. My love of magic is all consuming and I knew that, though we know much of our own magicks and that we are well versed in the art, that there were other cultures that had a different out look." Holding her hand out, palm upturned before him, she summoned a small ball of fire over her hand, much like he had summoned the ball of energy. Without much effort, the fireball flattened, creating a thin sheet of flame and she moved it towards her opposite forearm, laying it there. Within seconds, the thin sheet of fire spread until it was covering her whole arm but not burning her skin at all. "Your people taught me that one." She said, a slight hint of pride in her voice.

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Vanacassya Torathanas shook her head with a wry smile as he mentioned her possibly becoming a citizen. Gesturing, the flames disappeared from her arms as she said, "No, I don't think I was there quite long enough for that and even if there are no limitations depicting how long you stay on the island... I would probably not have become a citizen anyway. I am a," she paused, trying to find the word she was looking for in the common tongue, "Free wanderer?" Her nose wrinkled slightly as if she knew she had picked the wrong phrase.

"I have travelled to 82 different lands thus far and have time travelled once. Only once, it was a most disconcerting experience." A light shudder ran along her spine as her violet eyes met his once again as he spoke of his brother. "Three elements? How was he not an oddity?"

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Vanacassya Torathanas looked down at her hands as a slight blush colored her high cheekbones. She was unused to such close scrutiny. "Si jholaer os Aelaer olia aelesi eir si shys aelesaer," she murmured, her tone barely above a whisper as she recited an answer passed down from generation to generation. Looking up, her eyes seeking to meet his once more only to find that he had turned away from her.

"The lives of Elves only endure as the world endures," she clarified in common, her voice inflected with amusement. "It is true that we are a long-lived species and we can be slain. We can die from grief and weariness. But old age? Of our bodies simply too decimated to continue on?" She shook her head, a brief movement that caused her golden hair to tumble across her shoulder. "My father lost my mother at a young age and still, he endures. Three millenia, at our last count." Another soft laugh covered her exhalation.

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Vanacassya Torathanas cast a soft smile at Ikiros, sensing a change in his demeanor as he got more comfortable being around her. "Perhaps, once we know each other a little more. Our land is... ancient, unchanged for many generations and bringing someone that I have just met would seem disrespectful." She grimaced slightly, knowing she had phrased that incorrectly.

"The elvhen are an arrogant people, you understand and many of them have never left their homes. From birth to the end of their existence they know only of the elvhen and perhaps the few stragglers that manage to find their way past our wards and to the heart of our homeland." Studying him with interest, she turned her gaze for a moment to look out of the windows, sensing that the time was passing by more quickly than she had thought. "I must take my leave of you, Ikiros, but it was a pleasure meeting you." Her voice held the true tone of sincerity as she stood from her stool, gathering her silken robes with one hand so that she wouldn't trip over them upon her departure.

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Vanacassya Torathanas laughed somewhat musically at his gesture of opening the door for her from across the room and she bowed slightly towards him. She turned to walk away but then paused, facing him momentarily and curving her hand along the side of his jaw. To most other races it seemed like an intimate gesture but for the elvhen it was a gesture to denote sincerity. "Thank you," she paused slightly, forming the words in common so that her phrasing was not confusing, "Thank you for showing me that there are people in Wing City worth knowing."

Feeling that she had gotten the message across, she beamed softly and withdrew her hand from his face before turning to walk across the bar and out of the door which he had held open for her.

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Vanacassya Torathanas walked into the room wearing lighter battle robes than before. She had been out with her unit, running drills and it had taken them quite awhile to get the new formations down correctly. Once she had even had to treat a laceration because someone had tripped and accidentally sent an arrow flying into the distance, which hit one of their calvary.

Lifting the airy blue gown so that she could walk without the fear of tripping, she crossed the floor of the bar, heading towards the counter so she could order a light meal but her eyes were drawn to Lake and she furrowed her brow softly. The air surrounding the woman smelled metallic, indicating a wound, and Vanacassya's eyes fell upon the women's bandaged wrist.

Walking over to the woman first, her eyes were soft with worry. "Do you need assistance?"

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Vanacassya Torathanas was draped in a white off-the shoulder gown that looked quite regal. For the elvhen, though, it was more of a common every day robe crafted from sheer white fabric draped over matching satin with diamond-like jewels placed across the front of the low neckline and flowing down into a soft point on the front of her bodice. She was reading over a dusty tome rather intently, oblivious to the skeletal remains of the monks that had once resided in this library long ago though one was even seated across from her at the table she was using.

The front of the tome was illegible, coated with thick dust but one could tell that it was handcrafted from leather and papyrus. If one were to look at the pages they would see intricate handwriting and colorful though faded sketches on the pages she was glancing over.

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Vanacassya Torathanas let her eyes flutter up from the page she was reading when she heard a light screech echo through the empty building and her brow arched in surprise as she saw a falcon landing on the table in front of her. A soft smile played across her lips and she whispered, "Kaerol, theil oli," in her soft, lilting voice, afraid to speak any louder since she felt as if it would be almost disrespectful in this dilapidated building filled with the remains of so many men.

When her gaze had lifted to fall upon the falcon, she finally noticed something else in her peripheral vision and she brought up her hand as she turned her torso to face the figure. Light blue wisps of energy coiled around her left hand as she readied a frost spell but when her violet eyes laid upon Ikiros she let the magic fade back into the atmosphere. Light laughter echoed musically in the expansive room as she realized her hasty reaction and she inclined her head respectfully towards the Atlantean. "Well met, Ikiros. It is a pleasure to see you once again."

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Vanacassya Torathanas kept her hands upon the book in front of her, not wanting to mar her features with the duty that was already coating her hands. "Well, as you can see they have a vast collection of knowledge. I am surprised that no one from Wing City has come to lay claim to it all... A museum, an academy, anyone. There are scrolls here from every generation and culture. I have even found two Elhven scrolls in the case over there...." she paused, gesturing to the far corner of the room they were in with a single finger before she turned to him with a smile.

As her gaze lay upon him once more, she saw him intently looking over the scroll in his hand. It was one she recognized, an Taesar and Atlantean scroll collaboration. The contents, or at least what she had translated so far, were actually quite interesting but there were many key Taesar phrases she couldn't decipher yet. She wouldn't comment on the scroll until he did, however, so she answered the second half of his question from before.

"I can protect myself quite well, thank you very much," her tone took on a bit of an icy overtone. Elvhen were arrogant people and to be deemed unable to protect herself would have been taken as a slight. "No one has bothered to come into this Library in how many decades? Centuries? They have not come to lay their dead to rest nor remove their vast wealth of knowledge from these archives so I doubt that one would travel this far to lay a hand upon a single Elvhen maiden."

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Vanacassya Torathanas narrowed her violet eyes as he chuckled darkly in response to her but before she could say anything, he responded in turn. The first half of his statement was almost expected. He would have, of course, recognized the seal of his people upon the aged scroll but the second half of his comment had her jaw drop slightly in surprise before she could stop herself.

A blush crept over her high cheekbones and she set her jaw back into place firmly. "I didn't think your kind were as blunt as the humans," was all she could think of to say and she stilled her tongue for a moment before she could end up tripping over it. Had he meant in violence or did his words hold more of a promise than a threat? Her gaze swept over him once more as the color began to fade slowly from her face but was torn away from his form as she saw him chanting softly over the scroll that he held in his hands.

"No!' She cried out, reaching forward to draw the precious papyrus away from his grasp. Vanacassya hadn't had a chance to translate it and if he did anything to the scroll then she wasn't going to be able to.

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Vanacassya Torathanas shook her head at his words. "I doubt my -people- would be harmed by...." she trailed off and sighed, ending the comment she was going to make prematurely. No need to be sarcastic when speaking of such things and indeed it was sad that she had taken to the human idea of sarcasm so quickly, using it as a shield when she was even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Slipping her slender fingertips beneath his, she took the scroll from his hands and stared over it briefly. "Your people helped with this scroll. What do you plan on doing with it? Destroying it?!" her tone held a note of incredulity as she searched for the phrases she had failed to translate earlier and silently berated herself for not looking upon it longer. If she had, perhaps she wouldn't be this upset at the moment.

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Vanacassya Torathanas let her fingertip hover lightly over the paper as she followed the words that he pointed out. A soft 'Ahhh," escaped her lips as he deciphered one of the Atlantean words that she had been caught up and she cast her glance sideways at Ikiros as he spoke. "What of the Taesar? I never noticed them surrounding your island. Did they have frequent dealings with your people?" She hoped that he knew of her meaning. Taesar was an elvhen word meaning 'fish-tailed people' or 'mermaid' in common. "And why would they collaborate with your people on explosives? Were your products able to work beneath the water?"

Her brow knit curiously at the scroll and she handed it back to him since she was sure it wouldn't be destroyed now. Though she wasn't a scholar, she was devoted to knowledge since a people's magic could be understood from their culture and their culture known through their documents. This scroll was the perfect example. She had never known that the Atlanteans had explosives outside of their fire magic.

When her hands were freed once more upon the release of the scroll, Vanacassya turned to Ikiros only to notice he was staring down at his own hands. Her eyes followed his gaze and her lips curved into a frown. "Are you feeling all right, Ikiros?"

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Vanacassya Torathanas admired the slender knife as he presented it to her. "Your craftsmen are quite skilled, it seems." She said, though personally she preferred weapons with a long reach, such as her trusty staff. Being elvhen, and a woman, she was quite fragile which was one of the many reasons she had pursued the path of a mage. Her spells could usually bring down all but the most fearsome opponents at a distance and usually in battle, at least once guard was stationed by her side simply for protection. One time a berserker had gotten close enough to swing his mace at her side and it had shattered her arm, crushing her shoulder and one of her ribs had punctured her lung. It had taken the healers three days to get her into a reasonably stable condition which was considerable since usually they could heal a broken bone within a day or two at most, followed by a healthy dose of rest.

Looking up from the blade, she suddenly realized how close she was standing to the Atlantean and another blush crept over her cheeks. Why was she acting like this? She fought with many men, surely one wouldn't make her react in this way. A soft noise sounded in the empty building as she cleared her throat and she turned to take a seat once more in the chair she had occupied previously. "So, you have asked me why I was here.... But what made you come to this library? It isn't known by many."

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Vanacassya Torathanas glanced up into the rafters to see if the falcon was still present and her lips curved once more into a smile. "Typhon, is that his name?" she inquired softly then brought her gaze back to Ikiros, watching as he played with his magic though she couldn't quite see what he was doing. She paused her words for a moment and tilted her head slightly to one side as she pondered the Atlantean. "How did you come to befriend him?"

In her culture, animals only served if they felt like it and usually those of upstanding integrity and personality could command a veritable army of woodland creatures. Her father, an archmage, had friends amongst seven different beast clans though, personally, Vanacassya hadn't stayed in her homeland quite long enough to build such alliances.

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One moment, the elvhen maiden was sitting at a table in an abandoned Library listening to her newfound friend speaking of his falcon compatriot and the next she was in the midst of a battle scene. She blinked her large violet eyes once, then again, wondering if she had simply dreamed the encounter with Ikiros at first but then she realized that neither of the armies on the field were her own. That, and she definitely wasn't dressed or armed for battle.

Turning her head from side to side, she picked up details that made the scene seem all too real. The light reflecting off of brandished weapons. The battlecries of a thousand plus men that raced towards each other. And in the midst of it all, suspended like a puppet on a string was Ikiros, with his silver eyes flashing brightly. She was almost afraid to touch him but she reached out a hand anyway, pausing it mere inches from his arm as she tried to speak his name first, instead.

"Ikiros?"

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Vanacassya Torathanas noticed her voice held traces of awe and fear at witnessing the battle scene. Unsure of why the projected memory had such a profound effect on her, she stared across the table at Ikiros once more as if pondering what to say to him. Never in her life had she heard of someone bringing entire memories to life before.

As she saw the arcs of energy jaggedly shoot off of his body, she reached her hand towards him since it was still held aloft from the projection. One of the bolts, apparently sensing an intrusion, zipped through the air and hit her square on the fingertip, shocking her briefly and causing her to wince in pain. "Ow!" she cried out, retracting her hand quickly as she cradled the wounded fingertip in her opposite palm, inspecting the injury. It had singed her skin, creating a blackened area on her finger much like she had placed it into a pile of soot.

As she nursed the wound, she glanced up at Ikiros inquisitively. "What do you mean this has happened recently?! What memories? Why?"