- Fri May 13, 2022 11:59 pm
#7709
Proficient in
:: Pyromancy
:: Appraisals- merchants do not want the firestarter lingering long at their stalls. Haggling is quick.
:: Locksmithing- Anya loves to say an old triton friend taught her this skill. She is beyond thrilled to have and use a non-magical aptitude, with nonflammable metal tools.
Lacking in
:: Martial skill- When newly Rising, she attempted to train such skills with a man named Aldrick, but poor talent mixed with outbursts of anger only caused more accidental fires.
:: Temperance- she is easily carried away both with Power and drinks
:: Diversity- the sorceress neither carries nor uses any scrolls of power, for fear of ashing them
Equipment
:: A crossbow- not because she’s any good with it, but to give herself or companion hunters a respite from flames
:: Tight clothing- nothing that could catch or spark
:: Metal boots- slight fireproofing for when she must wade through her own destruction
:: Jewelry- can’t be burned, makes her more appealing to others, and look less homeless, or so she hopes
:: Sandbags- for putting out any small fires
:: Rags- for wiping the everpresent black ash from her face and body
Loves
:: The wet of the sea and rivers, the feeling of cool stone, baths
:: Animals, but they are afeared of her, for smelling of a natural destruction
:: Books, but they do not like her, for some insulting reason catching fire very easily
Loathes
:: Herself
Anyanise Stone
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Blood boiled by heat
Lips frowned by deeds
And vices that never relent
This growing fire
Just wants to be embers
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There are nasty rumors about her that say she is a wanton sorceress who starts fires for fun, and makes effigies out of her traveling companions. Anya never uses the S word for herself, and is rather quiet about her magic anywhere outside of battle, doing her best not to draw attention to it. In truth, her incendiary skills seem to frustrate even herself, as she struggles with any other form of Power. This makes her self-conscious around wizards, and outright jealous of priests and healers. Some of the tavern waitresses say she can really put away her wine- curious since, alcohol is a rather dangerous vice for a pyromancer. Gossip is that she sleeps in the underground caves on the stone cold floor.
It is said that Anya emerged from the Well at the same time as a man called Aldrick, who shares an uncanny similarity to her, and with whom she seems both familiar and annoyed by. She spends the most time and doting on an older Hunter named Gwyr, who softens her expression and voice with his presence alone. Her favorite leal companion is the slight young woman Leandra. Recently the pyromancer threw an unmade potion at a Risen named Dean- right in the middle of the marketplace, on his shirt.
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:::: Skills, Equipment and Quirks ::::Blood boiled by heat
Lips frowned by deeds
And vices that never relent
This growing fire
Just wants to be embers
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:::: Rumors and Relations ::::
“Reconciling the loss of a self you can't remember. Knowing that even with Power the world always seems to have the edge - knowing that the Well with all its wonders cannot mend a broken spirit.”
There are nasty rumors about her that say she is a wanton sorceress who starts fires for fun, and makes effigies out of her traveling companions. Anya never uses the S word for herself, and is rather quiet about her magic anywhere outside of battle, doing her best not to draw attention to it. In truth, her incendiary skills seem to frustrate even herself, as she struggles with any other form of Power. This makes her self-conscious around wizards, and outright jealous of priests and healers. Some of the tavern waitresses say she can really put away her wine- curious since, alcohol is a rather dangerous vice for a pyromancer. Gossip is that she sleeps in the underground caves on the stone cold floor.
It is said that Anya emerged from the Well at the same time as a man called Aldrick, who shares an uncanny similarity to her, and with whom she seems both familiar and annoyed by. She spends the most time and doting on an older Hunter named Gwyr, who softens her expression and voice with his presence alone. Her favorite leal companion is the slight young woman Leandra. Recently the pyromancer threw an unmade potion at a Risen named Dean- right in the middle of the marketplace, on his shirt.
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Proficient in
:: Pyromancy
:: Appraisals- merchants do not want the firestarter lingering long at their stalls. Haggling is quick.
:: Locksmithing- Anya loves to say an old triton friend taught her this skill. She is beyond thrilled to have and use a non-magical aptitude, with nonflammable metal tools.
Lacking in
:: Martial skill- When newly Rising, she attempted to train such skills with a man named Aldrick, but poor talent mixed with outbursts of anger only caused more accidental fires.
:: Temperance- she is easily carried away both with Power and drinks
:: Diversity- the sorceress neither carries nor uses any scrolls of power, for fear of ashing them
Equipment
:: A crossbow- not because she’s any good with it, but to give herself or companion hunters a respite from flames
:: Tight clothing- nothing that could catch or spark
:: Metal boots- slight fireproofing for when she must wade through her own destruction
:: Jewelry- can’t be burned, makes her more appealing to others, and look less homeless, or so she hopes
:: Sandbags- for putting out any small fires
:: Rags- for wiping the everpresent black ash from her face and body
Loves
:: The wet of the sea and rivers, the feeling of cool stone, baths
:: Animals, but they are afeared of her, for smelling of a natural destruction
:: Books, but they do not like her, for some insulting reason catching fire very easily
Loathes
:: Herself