Lady Eibhleann Arrynlocke! Hooray!

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Character Name: Lady Eibhleann of House Arrynlocke

Race:High Elf

Age:30

Gender:Female

Character Description:

Eibhleann is short for an elf. And even shorter when compared to the rest of her family. She stands at a solid 6 '11. This height was her motivation to maintain a perfect posture and she sometimes will wear subtle heels to slightly boost her height. Her hair is slightly wavy and a golden blonde cut with full bangs and otherwise left long. She has large gold eyes that match her hair and a heart shaped face to frame it all. She dresses almost exclusively in reds and golds. The majority of her clothes have a militaristic style to some capacity.

Character Occupation: (Optional)

She has been trained as a soldier in the hall of earth. She also knows how to ride a horse and joust and practices falconry though she no longer has a falcon as of now.

Character Personality/Traits:

(At least one to two paragraphs describing their personality traits and/or quirks.)

Eibhleann loves competition. And there is no one that she is more in competition with than herself. She is constantly trying to do things faster and better. Often she gets over zealous in this spirit. Getting her into trouble when she goes too far. When she is met with a roadblock of some kind it often results in her dropping everything and hyperfocusing on the problem till she makes some kind of dent in the issue. She can be quietly spiteful in her way. She holds onto anger and grudges for a long time. Her anger is something that is cold and lasting. She is someone that is often described as a bit high strung. With all this she works hard to make sure to appear as a proper and dignified woman.

Character Biography:

(At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences, you must reference server lore)

Eibhleann earliest memories were all tinted by the world around her being fearful of the plagues and curse that was spreading like wildfire through the kingdom; while she had little to fear of the plague that turned so many to undead. But she spent much of her early days in quarantines. And when lady Nemirel caught the memory curse she was kept even further away from the rest of society. She was too young to remember much of the quarantine but the echoes of it were evident well into the future. Then the chaos that came with the Ca’liar attack on Barkamsted again she was too young to remember the event itself. But there were echoes of it. It made her resent ca’liar for reasons she did not remember. Contrasted against memories of her mothers puzzles and her father playing the piano. As soon as Eibhleann could hold something vaguely shaped like a sword she wanted to know how to use one. A passion that would follow her for the rest of her life. Part of the effects of these events was that when things did start to relax again eibhleann was a rough and tumble child always eager to be GOING somewhere or doing something or climbing something. Eibhleann was from the start a competitive child. Everything was a contest. If not against someone else it was against someone she made up or just against herself. To help channel some of her boundless and wild energy she learned to ride horses from her sister and her brother introduced her to falconry. But one of the major things that scared Eibhleann into shape was the punishment of her sister, Lady Nemirel who had become a god champion. And was someone that she thought would be untouchable with that kind of status. She was spared having to watch Lady Nemirel crawl across barkemsted and back on broken legs. She only barely understood what was happening. But it became a lesson that she would be reminded of often. The punishment killed Eibhleann's envy of her sister and saved their relationship from a lot of resentment that never got the chance to be born.

Eibhleann was ecstatic beyond words to start in the hall of earth when she came to be twelve. She knew that the start there would not be the glamorous beginnings she wanted them to be. The earliest days there were filled with chores and lessons. Much of her time early on was taken to help with distributing food and give aid during the farm blight; there she got to see just how devastated the kingdom was by the blight. She found herself grumbling less and less about the action as she got to see how grateful others were to receive their aid. She told herself that more exciting work would come.and when the pine forest campaign began she got to…be far away from any of the exciting places and tend to basic tasks that were far from exciting. But one thing the hall gave her that had her ecstatic was a seemingly unending supply of opponents. She saw contests everywhere and she had to beat them all. It wasn't just that she, as an Arrynlocke, needed to excel. She loved to prove herself superior. to prove herself worthy of her name. It was never enough. She was related to heroes and champions. Everywhere she looked were reminders of what she was to be, even the clothes she would wear were chosen for her to represent the house Arrynlocke. She could never be less than the absolute best in everything she did. And if she wasn't the best she had to work towards being the best. During the year long winter she was more thankful for her time helping during the farm blight. She knew much of what needed to be done from her experience before. Though she hated winter from that year on.

Her competitive nature was only part of her motivation to excel. Her family and especially her uncle and head of their house Lord Parcivale monitored her every action. To ensure that she at all times represented house Arrynlocke. That she was an exemplary noble. That she always had a plan going forward. She dreaded being called to speak with Lord Parcivale. It was almost never a good thing. It meant she had screwed up that she was about to be corrected or be ambushed with being asked about her plans for the next five years and then have that plan corrected. If she succeeded in something she was expected to hold that as standard. These ever building standards were amplified by the successes other members of her family were accomplishing around her. Her cousin Lord Acheron had become a dragon knight, and was a Loremaker for the Hall of Sky, a pair of accomplishments so far beyond her imagination that sent her mind spinning. and another of her cousins Lord Eathelric only four years older than her was to be emperor and head of the house after Lord Parcivale had passed made her feel like she had so little time to catch up, that she needed just as much success to even be considered a part of the family that she needed to be constantly working towards those ends. She couldn't bring herself to be anything but proud of her family's accomplishments. She wanted to resent them for them to hate them and to be jealous. But she couldn't quite bring herself to that point.

And so Eibhleann lived under constant pressure from both within and without. She was never satisfied with her accomplishments. Much of her work wouldn't be the kind she could work out by smacking it with a sword to her infinite disappointment. She had a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time whenever there would have been a fight for her to dive into. But she often would help with cleaning up after those fights. Helping clear the masses of slain undead and fallen soldiers alike from the fields surrounding the ravine fort and from the barkemsted swamps. Helping evacuate people as the oceans grew strange and wild. She was intending to go to help with these investigations. But she found herself helping gather food, distributing supplies much like she did in the last year long winter and finding that she hated the season even more. With the deep winter ended she found herself in a time of decision. And it was during this time of plotting her next moves that she learned of Lord Parcivale’s death.

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Magic Biography:

(At least three paragraphs about your character's relationship to magic, and how they may discover their potential.)

Eibhleann grew up entranced by magic as many would be. Something that rocketed her interest in magic to new heights was her elder sister. Lady Nemirel, a champion of Bothimir. Most of what Eibhleann learned about magic that stuck with her came from her. Lessons given to her with examples forged from illusion coupled with a passion that was infectious for Eibhleann.

Eibhleann thought about what kind of magic she wanted to be able to use often. She knew she had the gift. That was checked as soon as it was possible. So some of her most common daydreams were about magic, what she could do. What she would have done if she had it before. About how she would adjust her drills to accommodate the new power.

Her goal, and one that she has no luck in completing up to the current day. Is to get herself a trinket. She had only ever gotten close to getting one. But their rarity was very much felt by the young high elf as she attended auctions and sought out rumors without any success. Tin

Please describe the magic system, including its limitations in your own words:

(Two Paragraphs, please mention how one would cast, the limitations to casting and specific races, and the consequences of overuse)

Right so, just gunna barf this into existence. So MAGIC is cool as hell but you dont need me to tell you that. So in order to use magic in this bitch of a Hareveth, you need a few things. First foremost, you need bothimirs gift to slosh some magic around. Dont have that then your just going to look like a dumbass with a trinket. So that brings me to the second thing that you need which is a trinket. A trinket can be pretty much anything. From a ball of water to the rotting arm of a corpse. Magic comes in all kinds of flavors. From elemental stuff like fire, ice, earth and lightning. to soul magic which is dark and holy magic to the fancy outer magic is alteration illusion and telekinesis. Now if you have all the above dont think that you can just snatch a trinket and become a fiery death vortex right off. First off you have to train yourself to use whatever magic the trinket is for. Most trinkets can only cast one type of magic and all trinkets can do so to different capacities from weak to divine. If you try to use a trinket beyond what it can do it can damage or break the trinket. Conversely you have to work to cast up to whatever level you want to cast at you need to train up to that stuff. That being said you can only cast so much in a day. Too much casting best case you get a headache worst case could be seizures or death. Like bingus bunger your six feet under. Cause you thought you were one big illusion away from getting laid.

So I almost forgot. to mention aspects. So when you train up magic from medium to strong. You get aspected. Now you can only have so many aspects. From no magic at all in dark elves to four aspects in the high elves. These are maxes a high elf can have less for any number of reasons. Also worth mentioning is innate casting. The beast races, such as Ca’liar, Avalti and Kurol as well as half demons. Can cast one type of magic up to medium and that type is determined by their race.

Please describe how you would use a weak trinket with your characters first/only aspect:

(Try to be creative, while acknowledging its limitations and utility uses)

She could light tinder. Throw sparks into an opponent's face. Warm a rock up a bit to warm her hands on a cold hike.