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"If they are the wind, then I am the storm."

Name: Aerias (Aer)
Alias: "Why do people keep calling me air-eez..... is my name that hard to pronounce?"
Age: "eight hundr-..... no, 285. I wonder why that slipped out of me..."
Birthday: June 21
Gender: Female
Species: Elven
Height: 5"4
Occupation: Tavern Owner

Relationship Status: Single
Orientation: Not looking for anything in particular
Relationships: Link Here

Familiar Name: N/A
Reference: N/A

[IDENTITY]

Personality:
Sensible | Level-Headed | Intelligent | Open-Minded
Cautious | Serious | Calculating | Straightforward
Introverted | Prickly | Pessimistic | Isolated

  Upon first glance, Aerias is the epitome of a poised elf. Intelligent and elegant, she never has a single hair out of place. Her manners are impeccable, and she carries herself along the border between arrogance and humility. She is very image of the saying "flower on a high peak".

  Until she opens her mouth. Despite her ever present sophisticated way of speaking, her words are harsh and lashing. Her silver tongue hides cutting language. Not one for flattery or sugar coating her words, she's ruthlessly blunt. She dislikes shallow conversations, and opts to spending her time alone. What should've been a brilliant mind instead turned into a calculating and cautious one. Cold. Merciless.

  The best parts of her only appear once in a blue moon, even rarer when around others. Her level-headed nature allows her to be sensible, preferring to gather to all sides of a story before drawing a conclusion. Despite her harsh tongue, she's not the type to look down on others, and she is just as quick to acknowledge strengths as she is weaknesses. Her honesty allows her to be upfront with the people close to her, and although she doesn't trust quickly, she trusts very deeply.

Likes:
   Books
   Rainy days
   Coffee
   Sylv
   Wind Chimes

Dislikes:
   Heat waves
   Gambling
   Spicy food
   Arrogant people
   Cigarettes

Trivia:
   Voice Claim: Here
   Owns a small tavern called the Burping Boulder. It's a small rustic tavern that almost resembles a small log cabin. Books line the walls and are scattered throughout the place.

[ BACKSTORY ]

  TL;DR She's born in a strict family. She's very smart. Has a very smart friend. Her friend gets caught studying black magic oops. Her friend disappears and she works at a library as punishment for her involvement. After she finishes her sentence she leaves to go to a different city to start over her life. She meets Sylv. They become friends. They get sent to Yggdrasil.

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  Born as the only child into a military family, Aerias's upbringing was strict and cold. Both parents were high ranking court magicians, and so it was no surprise that Aer was born gifted with an immense amount of aether. From the moment she was able to talk, her parents began her intense education. Magic and literature, mathematics and politics, military strategies and ballroom dancing, her studies were extensive and meticulous. She was expected to be nothing less than perfect in all areas at all times. Her ability to absorb information like a sponge only spurred on her parents' enthusiasm and greed.

The only point of interest to her cold drab world was her magic instructor's daughter. As expected of a daughter to court magicians, Aer was very drawn to her magic studies, to storm based magic in particular. Because of her quick progress, her parents had allowed her magic instructor the rare exception of bringing his daughter along in order to provide Aer with a catalyst to spur her education on even further. Her new playmate proved to be very much her equal. She was inquisitive and curious, bright and talented. For every question she had a hundred answers, and for every answer a hundred more questions. Aer would spend most of her free allotted time with her friend in the mansion's library, engrossed in books of ancient times and long forgotten magics. She found herself to be swayed by her friend's stories and ideas.

Many of these ideas, however, went directly against the elven teachings. It was just lighthearted meaningless idle talk. Deep down inside, though, Aer knew that these topics were taboo, and so she never spoke a word about the conversations that they had. As the months and years passed, her friend became increasingly infatuated with these ideas, and while the fear in Aer grew, so did her curiosity. They began researching these lost spells in the forest behind the estate, transcribing text into parchment and hiding their findings in small holes of tree trunks. Aer would later find out that these lost spells were what the new world called black magic.

The night before Aer's coming-of-age she was suddenly called by her parents. What happens after is a blur in her memories. She remembers her parents yelling at her, angry. They're waving some old dirty books as well as some tree bark. Her friend is beaten up, bloody. Cuffed. Above her are large black figures. They say something. Her parents drop to their knees and start begging. Her friend says something. She can't hear. The figures are silent for a moment before saying something. She can't hear. They leave, dragging her friend out by the chains. She leaves behind a trail of red. Her parents turn around and slap her. She falls to the floor. They're yelling at her. Screaming. She can't hear.

After that, her live goes back to the regular routine. The only difference is that she gets sent to the academy to study magic in the dorms, and that her friend is gone. She works at the library next to the academy as punishment. She spends the next century like this. Studying. Working. Graduating. Working. Working. Working. Her life is hollow and repeating.

Her record is cleaned, and her required labor service is done. She's free. The same night she returns back to the estate, she packs her bags and leaves.

She ends up starting her own small pub. She lives her life like this in the new city quietly. She befriends a performer who comes by regularly to perform, and they grow close.

When she opens her eyes in the Cluster, she's happy to his face.

[ SKILLS ]

Magic Class: Black Mage
Strengths:
Speed Casting
Multi Casting
High Aether Level
Multiple Elements
Long Range Combat

Weaknesses:
Fragile
Close Combat
Vulnerable to Steel/Earth

Abilities:
Storm Magic: Power over the storm. Allows the caster to create and control storms, from light drizzles to pouring thunderstorms.
  Water Control: The ability to produce and manipulate water.
  Lightning Control: The ability to produce and manipulate lightning and electricity.
Wind Manipulation: The ability to manipulate air.

Speed Casting: Aer's uncanny ability to visualize magic paired with her extensive knowledge of magic theory allows her to cast her black magic at a faster speed than her peers.

Multi Casting: Aer specializes in casting multiple spells at the same time. Her immense amount of aether allows her to do this without lowering the output.

[ROLEPLAY PREFERENCE]
Media: Discord | Google Docs | Notes
Methods: Paragraph | Literature | Script | Headcanon

Description

"If they are the wind, then I am the storm."

Name: Aerias (Aer)
Alias: "Why do people keep calling me air-eez..... is my name that hard to pronounce?"
Age: "eight hundr-..... no, 285. I wonder why that slipped out of me..."
Birthday: June 21
Gender: Female
Species: Elven
Height: 5"4
Occupation: Tavern Owner

Relationship Status: Single
Orientation: Not looking for anything in particular
Relationships: Link Here

Familiar Name: N/A
Reference: N/A

[IDENTITY]

Personality:
Sensible | Level-Headed | Intelligent | Open-Minded
Cautious | Serious | Calculating | Straightforward
Introverted | Prickly | Pessimistic | Isolated

  Upon first glance, Aerias is the epitome of a poised elf. Intelligent and elegant, she never has a single hair out of place. Her manners are impeccable, and she carries herself along the border between arrogance and humility. She is very image of the saying "flower on a high peak".

  Until she opens her mouth. Despite her ever present sophisticated way of speaking, her words are harsh and lashing. Her silver tongue hides cutting language. Not one for flattery or sugar coating her words, she's ruthlessly blunt. She dislikes shallow conversations, and opts to spending her time alone. What should've been a brilliant mind instead turned into a calculating and cautious one. Cold. Merciless.

  The best parts of her only appear once in a blue moon, even rarer when around others. Her level-headed nature allows her to be sensible, preferring to gather to all sides of a story before drawing a conclusion. Despite her harsh tongue, she's not the type to look down on others, and she is just as quick to acknowledge strengths as she is weaknesses. Her honesty allows her to be upfront with the people close to her, and although she doesn't trust quickly, she trusts very deeply.

Likes:
   Books
   Rainy days
   Coffee
   Sylv
   Wind Chimes

Dislikes:
   Heat waves
   Gambling
   Spicy food
   Arrogant people
   Cigarettes

Trivia:
   Voice Claim: Here
   Owns a small tavern called the Burping Boulder. It's a small rustic tavern that almost resembles a small log cabin. Books line the walls and are scattered throughout the place.

[ BACKSTORY ]

  TL;DR She's born in a strict family. She's very smart. Has a very smart friend. Her friend gets caught studying black magic oops. Her friend disappears and she works at a library as punishment for her involvement. After she finishes her sentence she leaves to go to a different city to start over her life. She meets Sylv. They become friends. They get sent to Yggdrasil.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

  Born as the only child into a military family, Aerias's upbringing was strict and cold. Both parents were high ranking court magicians, and so it was no surprise that Aer was born gifted with an immense amount of aether. From the moment she was able to talk, her parents began her intense education. Magic and literature, mathematics and politics, military strategies and ballroom dancing, her studies were extensive and meticulous. She was expected to be nothing less than perfect in all areas at all times. Her ability to absorb information like a sponge only spurred on her parents' enthusiasm and greed.

The only point of interest to her cold drab world was her magic instructor's daughter. As expected of a daughter to court magicians, Aer was very drawn to her magic studies, to storm based magic in particular. Because of her quick progress, her parents had allowed her magic instructor the rare exception of bringing his daughter along in order to provide Aer with a catalyst to spur her education on even further. Her new playmate proved to be very much her equal. She was inquisitive and curious, bright and talented. For every question she had a hundred answers, and for every answer a hundred more questions. Aer would spend most of her free allotted time with her friend in the mansion's library, engrossed in books of ancient times and long forgotten magics. She found herself to be swayed by her friend's stories and ideas.

Many of these ideas, however, went directly against the elven teachings. It was just lighthearted meaningless idle talk. Deep down inside, though, Aer knew that these topics were taboo, and so she never spoke a word about the conversations that they had. As the months and years passed, her friend became increasingly infatuated with these ideas, and while the fear in Aer grew, so did her curiosity. They began researching these lost spells in the forest behind the estate, transcribing text into parchment and hiding their findings in small holes of tree trunks. Aer would later find out that these lost spells were what the new world called black magic.

The night before Aer's coming-of-age she was suddenly called by her parents. What happens after is a blur in her memories. She remembers her parents yelling at her, angry. They're waving some old dirty books as well as some tree bark. Her friend is beaten up, bloody. Cuffed. Above her are large black figures. They say something. Her parents drop to their knees and start begging. Her friend says something. She can't hear. The figures are silent for a moment before saying something. She can't hear. They leave, dragging her friend out by the chains. She leaves behind a trail of red. Her parents turn around and slap her. She falls to the floor. They're yelling at her. Screaming. She can't hear.

After that, her live goes back to the regular routine. The only difference is that she gets sent to the academy to study magic in the dorms, and that her friend is gone. She works at the library next to the academy as punishment. She spends the next century like this. Studying. Working. Graduating. Working. Working. Working. Her life is hollow and repeating.

Her record is cleaned, and her required labor service is done. She's free. The same night she returns back to the estate, she packs her bags and leaves.

She ends up starting her own small pub. She lives her life like this in the new city quietly. She befriends a performer who comes by regularly to perform, and they grow close.

When she opens her eyes in the Cluster, she's happy to his face.

[ SKILLS ]

Magic Class: Black Mage
Strengths:
Speed Casting
Multi Casting
High Aether Level
Multiple Elements
Long Range Combat

Weaknesses:
Fragile
Close Combat
Vulnerable to Steel/Earth

Abilities:
Storm Magic: Power over the storm. Allows the caster to create and control storms, from light drizzles to pouring thunderstorms.
  Water Control: The ability to produce and manipulate water.
  Lightning Control: The ability to produce and manipulate lightning and electricity.
Wind Manipulation: The ability to manipulate air.

Speed Casting: Aer's uncanny ability to visualize magic paired with her extensive knowledge of magic theory allows her to cast her black magic at a faster speed than her peers.

Multi Casting: Aer specializes in casting multiple spells at the same time. Her immense amount of aether allows her to do this without lowering the output.

[ROLEPLAY PREFERENCE]
Media: Discord | Google Docs | Notes
Methods: Paragraph | Literature | Script | Headcanon