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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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It had been quite awhile since Vanacassya had seen the Atlantean and on one of her days off from training she decided to go pay him a visit. Winding her way through the woods was easy enough as elves had a natural affinity for the forest and within minutes she found herself practically at his doorstep.

For some reason, she felt nervous. What if he didn’t care to see her? It had been quite awhile, after all, and he hadn’t made any attempt to contact her. Oh well, there was no time like the present and if nothing else, she would learn whether her friend was even still in town or not.

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Vanacassya laughed musically, gathering the skirts of her purple gown in her hand to she could ease passed a brier bush as she made her way out of the forest and towards his gardens. “Ikiros, it is a pleasure to see you once more and I am happy to find you well. I wasn’t so sure what I would stumble upon since it has been so long since we last met….”

She trailed off, looking over his lawn once more to see that nothing had really changed since the last time she had seen him. This pleased her as little had changed with her either. “You failed to keep up with your lessons in my language.” Though the statement seemed somewhat harsh, it was said in a light, teasing tone.

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“Momentous things?” Vanacassya blinked at his statement and tilted her head, studying him with renewed interest as she tried to figure out what had changed with him recently. Whatever it was, it wasn’t physical. Her brow furrowed as she wandered closer to him, strolling by a rather large flowering bush with delicate blooms.

“I have been quite well. My squadron has seen three battles since we last met and have escaped each unscathed. The battles near my homeland have died down so we have been given a month of leave. I…. didn’t know what else to do with myself so I thought I would pay you a visit.”

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Vana picked a few of the small lavender-hued blooms from the bush as they talked and a smirk curved her petal pink lips as he threatened to kill whoever may harm her. How noble. When he paused, she parted her lips to respond to him then noticed that his mouth was hanging open slightly as he stared towards his home and then the creak of a door caught her ear.

Turning, the elven maiden noticed a younger and more feminine version of Ikiros stepping from the house. Her own jaw dropped slightly and she shot a questioning look at Ikiros as the young lady ventured in a circle around her but before either of them could speak, the teenager piped up.

“…..Father?” she repeated, shooting yet another look at Ikiros before turning her attention to Afen. Smiling softly, the elf bowed slightly at the waist as was her more formal way of greeting people. “ Saesa omentien lle, Afen.” she said in her lilting tone before correcting herself in the common tongue. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Afen. My name is Vanacassya Toranthanas.”

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Vana allowed a soft chuckle to ease from her throat at the girl’s sense of humor before she danced off towards the training area. For a moment, she stayed silent, watching the girl easily deflect the poisoned dart and other such mechanisms before finally turning her violet eyes onto Ikiros.

Confusion knit her brow, along with the slightest edge of hurt. Both of which were forced away before she began her questioning. The girl, Afen, was right about one thing. If her inquiries were snow, Ikiros would all but be buried by them.

“You have a daughter?” her voice sounded slightly exasperated. This was something you should/would probably tell a friend. “And she is two? Two? She looks old enough to venture on her own already. What aren’t you telling me, Atlantean?”

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Vanacassya did not sit on the offered chair and instead she stood in the same spot trying her best not to appear hostile even though she felt she had been lied to or deceived in some way. With Ikiros’ explanations, the tension in her shoulders began to ease and as he spoke of his daughter, Vana turned to watch the young lady perform in the training area with renewed interest.

“So will she now continue to grow normally? What group is it that is seeking her?” The two questions were oddly timed and asking them so quickly together seemed odd but they were the first two inquiries to pop into her mind.

“How long have you known about her?” It seemed utterly odd that a man would not only find out that he had been cloned but then accept that clone into his life as his daughter. Was a clone truly a family member? She couldn’t wrap her head around the story and it was evident by the lost look in her pale violet gaze.

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Vanacassya finally took a seat, crossing her legs beneath her billowing skirts as she allowed some of the anger to fade. Truly kind-hearted, she worried about the girl even though she had just met her minutes ago and mentally vowed to look into the Temple Empire to see what they were all about.

“So, what now then?” she asked, referring to Ikiros’ new found daughter. “What plans do you have for her?”

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The elf blinked at his sudden burst of laughter since she was unaware of what it stemmed from. Nothing she said had been hilarious or even mildly amusing and when Ikiros tossed a question back her way, she smiled softly and shook her head.

“Worried is a better word for it. Can you imagine experiencing such things already in such a short span of time? We’re long lived creatures, Ikiros. Hundreds upon hundreds of years have flown by us. In two years, you say she has been created, grown up, discovered her powers, escaped from what seems to be an evil society, discovered her father, and now this evil society is actively seeking her once more?” She shook her head, peering over at the girl once more before turning her attention fully onto Ikiros.

“Did she know her ‘mother’ at all? Or do they not consider the woman that carried her as such?”

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Vanacassya hated to see the smile flee from Ikiros’ face and she tried her best to make it return. “You should be thanking her every day. She seems like a special girl and no doubt will do great things with her life. Especially with a father such as yourself.” She did not know where to take the conversation next. They had not seen each other in more than a month and she was still trying to get used to the idea of the Atlantean having a daughter. Such things changed dynamics a bit, though she couldn’t tell why she had such conflicting emotions over something such as this.

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“You are too hard on yourself, Ikiros. Sometimes a good father is simply one that is patient and listens and is just there when they are needed.”

Vanacassya easily caught onto the change in demeanor. She wasn’t saying anything funny but yet Ikiros kept smiling to himself with great amusement. There was something that she was missing. “Have you gone daft or am I not aware of something…?” She looked over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the Atlantean, eyebrow quirked inquisitively.

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Once more, her brow knit in confusion. What was his daughter saying? Why did it make Ikiros so nervous to speak about? By the time Afen returned to their chairs, a soft frown was set onto Vana’s face as she looked between the pair, obviously lost.

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Vana’s lips formed an ‘O’ as Afen spoke the words that her father was too uncomfortable to utter. “O… oh.” She looked between father and daughter for a moment, still looking lost but more so for the fact that she was used to being courted by a man if he was interested not by having his intentions explained by his child.

“Well, Ikiros. Do not worry you have not offended by delicate sensibilities…” she chuckled softly, drawing herself up off of the chair so that she stood once more. The elf didn’t want to have this conversation in front of Afen even though the girl was the reason they would hold the conversation at all. “I think I will bid you both farewell for the night. I have things to attend to but… Atlantean….” She paused, a grin curving her lips as she turned to leave through the forest, “Do remember our language lessons this time around? I would hate to be waiting for you once more only to have you not show.”

Giving a soft wave, she walked towards the woods, calling out over her shoulder, “And it was a pleasure to meet you Afen. I hope to see you again, as well.”

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The library was eerily quiet. Rows of books were the only other inhabitants of the room along with dusty antique furniture and sitting amidst it all was a slender, blond elf. Her long hair was pulled back, away from her face, and her piercing violet eyes were focused intently on one of the many arcane tomes that still remained with in this abandoned place. She was perched on a rather large chair at the end of the room opposite the skeletal remains of a man who had obviously tried to summon a demon. His lifeless figure hunched over a book bound in human skin with clear illustrations of summoning circles and such.

No, she didn't tangle with the demonic or the infernal. Instead, she focused on the healing and arcane arts. Anything that she could summon that would help her comrades should they ever be dragged into another war.

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Her keen elven ears picked up footsteps long before the voice addressed her and even as the male voice sounded throughout the otherwise empty room, her eyes still lingered upon the tome as she responded. "Quite obviously." Her tone was distant as she tried to plow through the last part of the chapter she was reading, an ancient elven manifest on all things relating to the element of fire before she finally looked up. The man in front of her appeared young, even by human standards, and he carried quite a few things about his body. Perhaps he was a traveller and not a native of Wing City.

"Did you come here for the tomes? I would stay away from the ones on the other end of the room but there are many here that are quite intriguing."

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Vana raised one of her eyebrows slightly as the man gestured to his markings before stating that he needed a teacher. Obviously she had been around humans too long because her first response would've been a sarcastic, "Well good for you," but she managed to still her tongue.

"What realm are you from? Obviously not this one, people tend to have better etiquette than you have presented yourself with so far."

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Vanacassya laughed. More out of incredulity than true humor, but still, she laughed and the sound was slightly melodic as was most elven intonation. Still, she didn't respond to his sob story. She had heard many of them, each more pitiful and heart wrenching than the last and she doubted that this boy's story would be the end of such tales. Instead, she deflected and responded to his last inquiry.

"There are many maps here. Of this realm and others. Of this world and others. Which do you seek?" A slightly playful smile graced her lips as she gestured to a rather large wooden trunk stuffed tightly with rolled pieces of parchment, one of the many places where maps were stored in the library.

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Vana's violet eyes narrowed and her brow arched once more. He had asked her for a map, yet when asked which map he wanted, he pulled a weapon on her? Perhaps one of those bones that had been broken repeatedly just happened to be his skull.

"Well it is obvious you have no previous training if you're using a magical staff as a club." Her tone was no longer amused and took a rather harsh and condescending tone, obviously fed up with his lack of cordiality.

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"If magic is forbidden by your culture than what makes you so sure that they will allow it in the Trial so that you may become an adult?" Her question might seem cruel but it was an honest question. Wouldn't they just kill him upon learning that he had mastered the arcane arts and not even allow the attempt at his coming of age task?

"How do you know you're even capable of such feats? Many people simply don't have the... talent for magecraft."

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The elven battlemage eyed the staff, intrigued now by both the fact that it appeared magical instead of decorative and that it reacted to his touch. Holding out her hand, she silently asked that the staff be handed over so that she could examine it further but her entire demeanor had changed. Whereas she had been put off by this man before, she was now simply curious.

"And what do you know of magic? A serious question, I need to know where I should begin with your instructions."

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The elf turned the rod over in her hand, testing its weight and strength first before delving into its mysteries with her magic. Injecting just a little mana into it at first, the rod glowed brightly and sparks skipped off of the crystal at its tip. Her eyes widened slightly and she handed it back to him as he had handed it to her so that he could grab the base of the rod.

"Where did you find that in your land that abhors magic?" Her voice was slightly breathy, awed at the tool that he now possessed. If he could learn to wield it, he would be a dangerous man indeed.

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Vanacassya shook her head, trying to imagine a world that despised magic and for the life of her, she couldn't. Her race had such an affinity for magic that if they were to ever go without, very few people would survive into the next year. Still, it was late and she wouldn't be able to teach the young man anything this evening. So she stood up, gathering the tome that she had been reading into her arms.

"My name is Vanacassya Torathanas. If you truly wish to learn magic, meet me here upon the morrow. You will not learn everything in a day, of course." Next she grabbed her satchel which had been laying upon the ground, draping the long strap across her torso so that it hung atop her hip. "If you do not show, then I will know you've found another teacher and if that happens then I wish you good luck." Her eyes fell upon the magical rod in his hand once more and she chewed at her lower lip before offering a warning as well.

"Don't trust everyone that you meet here. Wing City is full of lies and deceit and that wand has the potential to make you a great caster but others will see the potential in it as well."

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It was a rare event for the elven battlemage to be out simply wandering the shores of the Bay but Vana had been cooped up inside of the ancient library for a majority of the day and, as the humans loved to say, she 'needed a breather'. She seemed almost overly dressed for the summer-like weather with a purple cloak wrapped around her shoulders and trailing behind her, barely revealing the silver gown beneath it. In one hand, she held a pair of satin slippers and in the other, a small seashell.

In fact, she was paying so much attention to the opalescent shell in her hand that she noticed little else. The perfect symmetry of the object fascinated her, as so many naturally occurring objects did, and she imbued it with a hint of magic simply to see its effects. The shell glowed slightly, shimmering in the fading light before suddenly releasing a small wave of its own energy in response, causing a small flash of light to exude from it in all directions.

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Her periphereal vision caught the glimmering reaction of the ship, so Vana turned her head slightly to soak in the details. She caught two lone silhouettes, figures close to one another and her brow lifted as a faint smile flared across her lips. Turning her body, she continued to peer towards the craft, more openly now that it was beginning to fade into view and her thumb continued to trace over the smooth lines of the seashell as she waited to see who was aboard.

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Though she only knew of two people in the entire city, vanacassya dared not hope that the pair standing upon the boat were the same people that she was thinking of. They couldn't be. Ikiros and his daughter had been gone for... Months? A year? She couldn't quite recall anything except for the last time that she saw them. That evening in the clearing by his house where they joked and laughed and she had promised the Atlantean that she would teach him the language of her people.

Her form stilled, wondering how she should react to such a reunion if it was indeed, forthcoming. Absent for so long and without word... Was she happy about the return? Upset that she hadn't been informed of his impending absence? No, no... She had no claims to the pair at all other than simple friendship. And being elven, the partial year was barely a blink of an eye when compared to the amount of time that she had been alive thus far.

Pulling the hood of her cloak back so that it rested between her shoulders, her pale golden hair caught what little light there was and reflected it. Her slender form eerily unmoving.

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At the small series of events leading up to the two bodies tumbling onto the sand beneath them, Vana first arched her brow then allowed herself to laugh. Lips parted, allowing the escape of a soft show of mirth as she shook her head at the both of them. She knew that Ikiros had already spotted her, his head had turned her way moments before the ship had vanished but she didn't know if Afen had seen her and she didn't want to alarm the girl. Who knows how much she had missed during the passage of time?

"I don't know whether I should welcome you home or simply greet you. I don't know whether you have been out of the city or simply... out of touch." Her tone, though slightly melodic in the way that most elves spoke, also held a note of melancholy that was almost imperceptible. Wrapping her arms around her torso, she held them crossed as if she were cold the breezes coming off of the bay were warm tonight. Her violet eyes fell upon each of them in turn, watching and waiting.