Magdeline Feros
A fiery heart, who stands upon the ashes of her past.
Appearance
Slight at first glance, with a sense of a sinister sorrow. Her lines are soft curves, that lead to supple limbs. They imply a false frailty. Long delicate fingers, with calloused pads, nicked by scars and marred with burns. Magdeline Looks like a pale flame, elegant and inviting from afar. Strange and intense the closer one gets. A barren landscape dotted with marks of time silvered violence, each with its own story she would rather not tell.
Proud white horns rise from both sides of her skull. And a thin spiny tail grows from the small of her back.
Most oft, she is encased in a strange red armor. Said to be made from dragon bone and orichalcum, she arrived to the order with it donned. A blazing red ruby sits fixed upon its chest. When near intense sources of flame, or near volcanic activity, the armor is said to regenerate from most superficial damage.
Proud white horns rise from both sides of her skull. And a thin spiny tail grows from the small of her back.
Most oft, she is encased in a strange red armor. Said to be made from dragon bone and orichalcum, she arrived to the order with it donned. A blazing red ruby sits fixed upon its chest. When near intense sources of flame, or near volcanic activity, the armor is said to regenerate from most superficial damage.
Skills and Abilities
Martial Combat - Profecient (Prefers polearms)
Healing Magick - Basic
Flame Magick - Talented
Death Magick - Profecient
Survival - Talented
Cooking - Horrid
Healing Magick - Basic
Flame Magick - Talented
Death Magick - Profecient
Survival - Talented
Cooking - Horrid
Personality
Private
Wrathful
Reflective
Doubtful
Giving
Biography & Lore
Raised upon the blighted lands of the distant north, her life was one full of every day suffering. Violence and strength the currencies that kept one breathing.
She ran with reavers and raiders and took more than she gave. But there was a kinship there. A trust earned in blood. Felt in the bones.
It was strange then, that when her head hung before the blade of a Knight of Anathaeum. A Knight who bade her rise from her defeat. She ventured with said knight, and when doom found them, the knight gave all they had to save her.
It was with the knight's dying breath, that they gifted Magdeline the orichalcum plate. Igneiros.
She ran with reavers and raiders and took more than she gave. But there was a kinship there. A trust earned in blood. Felt in the bones.
It was strange then, that when her head hung before the blade of a Knight of Anathaeum. A Knight who bade her rise from her defeat. She ventured with said knight, and when doom found them, the knight gave all they had to save her.
It was with the knight's dying breath, that they gifted Magdeline the orichalcum plate. Igneiros.
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