Jeria

DragonSlayer4 · March 17th, 2011, 1:32 am

And yet another character. *sigh* I almost can't help myself.

Name: Jeria (Jeer-e-uh), more affectionately known as Jer (as in Jerry).

Age: - 25 years

Gender: - Female

Skills: -
Rites; The Angelic Magic is related strongly to Nephilim's use of Rites, which are small slips of paper made by Nephilim that will do what they want. These papers are in sections of “Attacks” (Red Slips), “Barriers”(Blue Slips), “Healing”(Yellow Slips), and “Ordinary”(Ranging from Green to Brown to Purple Slips). Attack Rites are fast-acting and take little preparation to use. Barriers require more skill and also a larger amount of preparation, both mental and physical. Healing Rites often only take mental preparation to instill, however few do require a small physical offering. The Ordinary Rites are separated into smaller groups, which are higher in number than the four main categories and often only require small physical preparations that often include rune circles, inscriptions and recitations.
Heavenly Light; Jeria can summon light in the shape of any weapon she chooses, though, because one can not grasp light, she must direct it with her mind and will power. It is a natural skill so it takes little energy, though she must know precisely what light weapon she wants, otherwise it will not form. This takes a bit of concentration and leaves her vulnerable during the summoning, at least a full minute, before the light weapon is ready for use. The weapon will last for as long as she needs it or can control it. This is more of a group attack than one-on-one, though it can be used that way too. She can only do this five times in a battle before she must recuperate for a full day of absolute rest to regain her strength.
Heaven's Sight; If Jeria jumps into the air and spreads her wings fully, her body will explode into bright light. Not quite as intense as the sun, but concentrated enough that it can cause both permanent and temporary blindness. This takes time on her part to prepare for it and she is vulnerable while carrying it out, because she must stay still save for the beating of her wings for it to work. It has a light drain on her energy; she doesn't know how long she can keep it up before passing out, probably a good hour. She can only do this twice right after another, and then she must rest for several hours afterward.

Race: - Nephilim

Hair: - Deep, luscious gold-blond that glitters in the sun and turns almost silverish under the moon.

Eyes: - Bright amethyst that fluctuates to pale lavender or a light blue, depending on what magic she is casting.

Home Village: - Ellesméra

Parents: - She can't remember.

Siblings: - She can't remember.

Character Personality: - Jeria used to be a happy, content woman. She loved to play with the younger Nephilim, just to see their eyes light up with joy. Anyone could speak to her of their problems, Nephilim, elven, human, even some dwarves seek her out. Now, she isn't really cold or bitter like some people might think, but actually warmer than before. Confused sometimes, but kind in her words and actions. Since her memories are gone and all she has is Cveti and the man, she is fiercely protective of the obsidian black eagle. If she had the strength she would cut down any who attempted to hurt him. She feels strange about the man in her head. She doesn't remember his name but he is familiar to her, like a brother would be to a sister or some such, but closer. She does remember that he, too, has wings, like her, and wonders if they are of the same race. When she thinks of him she is always soothed for one reason or another, yet strangely urged to get up and continue her search for him. It's very nearly painful, the need to find him and see if he is actually real. Though she is not cold or bitter, she is quiet and a bit closed down now. She rarely speaks to others beside Cveti, and even then only if she must for supplies or in her search for the man. At the end of a hard day of travel she enjoys watching the sun set. No matter where she is at the moment, she will always make time to watch the sun set. She tries to catch the sun rise as well, but sometimes if the day before was especially grueling she will sleep in almost to noon.

Character History: - Jeria was an active part in protecting the forest. Daily she would go out to the borders of Du Weldenvarden and patrol for enemies. She didn't kill if she did, most were just farmers cutting down a tree or two so they could survive the winter, but occasionally she would come across a small group of Emperial Soldiers. She would kill all but one, then show herself to that one. It was always amusing to watch the human bumble his way out of the forest, swearing that he'd just seen an angel. She never worried about other soldiers coming to search for her. People would pass over that soldiers, assuming he was insane or crazy. On the day of her capture, the eve of her sixteenth birthday, that changed. So when she was caught near Isenstar Lake by a near army of men on one of her rounds and brought to Gil'ead, she was astonished. At first they went easy, asking her questions, like if there were more 'angels' close by, could she give immortality to them, could she heal them or the men that returned from battle. There were many others, but she ignored them all. Then it all stopped, and she thought maybe, just maybe, they might release her. The first lash of a barbed whip sent that notion out the window. For almost ten years she was beaten, bloodied, and tortured, then asked questions that she could barely hear or open her mouth to say she wouldn't answer. And soon she simply forgot who she was. She became empty, devoid of thought and memory. Except for two people. Well, one man and one animal. One was Cveti, of course, but the other was a man. His features were kind, and kindness was an expression she'd forgotten long ago. Eyes of a dark green that soothed her, and naturally wavy dark blond hair. She recognized it, but couldn't place it. She wanted to find him. Needed to find him. Her animal bond felt the change in her and knew it was time. Somehow she managed to escape Gil'ead, though she hasn't the faintest idea how she did in her weak condition. Now she travels with the help of Cveti, since she almost can't walk for lack of muscle and strength, in search of the man.

Weapons: - She has no slips because she destroyed them so they couldn't be found by the guards in Gil'ead. She found a pair of fighting daggers, and also a single knife that she uses for throwing at enemies.
Daggers; Pair Single

Likes: - She doesn't really know yet, but she does like to smile and tell a good joke.

Dislikes: - Darkness. Whips. Branding irons. Acid.

Weakness: - Closed spaces. Her mind shuts down to protect itself from the memories of being imprisoned.

Fear: - Any weaponry other than her own, and sometimes some people if they remind her of someone from the prison. Losing Cveti.

Animal Companions: - An eagle named Cveti. A very unusual eagle, because his feathers are as black as obsidian. She found him in her crib when she was a few weeks old. He never leaves her side. Even during her capture, he would perch outside her cell window and keep her company. He's a monster of an eagle as well, just a bit bigger than the Fanghur creatures that roam the elven forest and also just big enough for Jeria to ride.

Character's Physical Description: - Jeria is around 5ft 3in tall. Before her capture she could have been called a beauty, though now she is rougher in appearance. Despite eating as much as she can in meat her body still remains deathly thin, every single one of her ribs plainly visible. Her hair is really the only thing that survived intact; a deep burnished gold, it glitters with amazing health in the sun, and at night it gleams almost silver under the moon. Her eyes also survived, as bright an amethyst as they ever were, filled with a vibrancy and life that even nearly ten years of imprisonment and torture couldn't subdue. Her wings are just under 6ft wide in their full span, and a light cream color that becomes a slightly stronger light gold-yellow around the tips. On her back in between her shoulder blades and on the backs of her wings she has numerous scars from whips and branding irons. On her face she has an acid burn across her right eye, though her eye was saved, and another along her left jaw from her chin to the bottom of her ear. She was a known singer within her family before her capture, and would often sit at the back of the house in the yard and sing to herself. Her voice is low and enchanting when she sings, stirring a melancholy in her listeners. She still sings occasionally now, though she doesn't know why. She usually wears a loose green tunic with casual dark brown trousers cut off at the knee. She carries a thick black wool traveling cloak for when she has to go into a town for supplies or rest. She has a simple leather belt that holds her knives; the fighting pair on the right and her throwing one on the left.

Dreams for the Future: - Find that man.

Reason for Dreams: - He must know of her past, for she doesn't remember it herself.

Alignment/side: - She wants to fight for the good, but she has no memory of which side is good.

One more, then I'm done for a while, I swear. XD

Jeria

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