Naturia, Lorwyn

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N A M E Lorwyn Naturia (lo-rin nA-choo-rEE-a)

N I C K N A M E SReferred to as Lorwyn.
A G E Appears mid-late teens, is actually twenty five.
G E N D E R Female
S E X U A L I T YStraight
O C C U P A T I O N Mercenary, a kind of cavalier who can get carried away by her emotions and fight for those in need instead of those who will pay.
M A G I C ?
Elemancy and Sub-Elemancy- Lorwyn possesses a brand of magic which comes from the earth itself. Yet it is not of the earthen element. Rather she has the ability to channel the environment she is in, and turn it into a magical force. For example, if she has proximity to a river, she can create a torrent of water from herself, near beaming sunlight channel the element of fire. At higher levels she can imbue weaponry with the element she immerses herself in and allow her to take the magic of elementals and utilise it for herself. A difficult technique to master by all means, though it hosts many opportunities for variation in techniques meaning that it takes a lifetime to truly master.

ADMIN CLASSIFICATIONS
Elemency: Level 1, Class A
Sub-Elemency: Level 1, Class A

H E I G H T 5 ft 8
W E I G H T 120 lbs,
B U I L D Slim
E Y E S Green/Blue/Grey eyes that change with the rain.
H A I R Long, quite curly, black hair that goes down just below her neck.
I D E N T I F I E R S Her upper right arm has a blue crecent moon tattooed upon it,
A P P E A R A N C E Lorywn stands at around 5 foot 8 inches tall. Her hair is jet black and bobs just over her shoulders. She tends to wear a brown tattered dress that only sits on one shoulder, with a large belt tied around her waist. Dangling from the bottom of the belt are many jewels that reflect the sun light in many directions. She gives the impression of a poor gypsy to most travellers however there is much more to her than that.

Her bust is modest but still appealing to many males, she has longer legs than her torso which allows her to take slightly bigger strides. She wears gladiator style sandals which strap up to her knees and her quiver is made from leather and is kept to the side of her hip for easy access. In her left ear, she holds a small pink flower that never wilts having been imbued by magic.

L I K E S Above all, Lorwyn has what could be seen as old time values. She adores the idea of family, though never having experienced it, and thus feels regret if she does battle with a parent or family member no matter what walk of life they are. She also holds honour in high esteem and holds disdain for those who double cross and back stab. This makes her profession (mercenary) seem odd as it tends to be one that is met with a cold motife and calculative manner. Her other major adoration is rain which she makes potent use of. Rain is her almost her life blood and this is high up in her list. Above all else however, she adores battle. If it is just and fair then she will gladly pick up her blade, however she prefers not to kill. Only doing so if her life is in danger or was threatened, she avoids murdering if at all possible.
D I S L I K E S As already mentioned, she hates people who are dishonourable and finds her profession to be littered with them. That being said, she would gladly team up with one to aid in a noble cause.
F E A R S She, somewhat typically, fears spiders. Though this is a cliché of women (one that isn’t necessarily fair) it is a surprising trait due to her upbringing in the forest.
S T R E N G T H S Her cool, calm and level head allows her to her to make the best decision depending on the situation
W E A K N E S S E SHer sympathy to family values oftentimes lets her down in the heat of battle.
Q U I R K SIf her flower falls out of her ear, she will do whatever is necessary to retrieve it, even jeopardise her own beliefs
G O A L S To locate a place which she can call her own, and a family which she can adore.
P E R S O N A L I T Y Lorwyn is somewhat aloof in nature. She doesn't speak a great deal nor show a vast amount of enthusiasm and likes to keep to herself. Though once people penetrate the hard exoskeleton that is her first impression, they understand that she can be warm and caring. When in an awkward situation Lorwyn often stands back and allows those involved to take care of the problem themselves. She is somewhat arrogant in the respect that there is no need for her to waste her precious time dealing with petty problems. Often this hubris can get in the way of her success in relationships with other people, but normally it isn't a great problem.

F A M I L Y Nynh-Mother (Deceased), All others are unknown, possible brother.
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H Eastern Wyeshing, Riveiera Tribe Town
H I S T O R Y Lorwyn was born in a river side town, known fittingly as Riveria, in the outskirts of eastern Wyeshing. In this particular town, fishing was a high source of economic wealth and security; there was also a forest nearby in which people shot down birds for eating or, usually the women, utilised magicks and foraged in bushes. As such, people in the town took on one of three disciplines, the bow, the spear or a magickal discipline. The town was traditional, so much so that it despised the use of modern technologies and outside influences. Anyone who had been touched by an outside source was dealt with very harshly.

It was a seemingly average day, the fishermen had started the trip down stream in their bid to get the catch for the day, archers were off hunting and the foregers had returned with their berries to prepare the tribes first meal. Unbeknownst to the entirety of the tribe, there was a clan of outsiders traipsing through their beloved forest. Humans, who had arrived by boat, were charging through and defenestrated what remained of the serenity in the forest.

Before long, twenty of them had made their way to the village where a forager by the name of Nyhn was preparing meals. The cruel men began to pillage and attack the tribe, before long a majority of the village was in flames. Nyhn saw friends and family alike being slaughtered right before her eyes. None were discriminated against. Except for her, a young man went to her and took her hand “Follow me.” Was all he said as he picked her up and started to run through the forest. Away from the brutality and fiery destruction.

They took shelter beneath a large over arching tree where the man gave Nynh food and water. He continued to chaperone her for some time, catching food for her and protecting her. She began to make use of her swordsmanship to aid her saviour, and another talent became apparent.

Nynh had a strong connection with nature, flowers seemed to sit up right for her, animals felt calm towards her and sometimes rocks quivered as she walked past. Soon she became able to will nature to move and absorb its power. In light of this the man decided to lead her back to her tribe. It was a long journey as Nynh forgot how long they had been away. Over time their relationship became sexual and before long Nynh was pregnant, but she was unaware.

They returned to the outskirts of the village where Nynh farewelled her saviour and lover. She returned to her life as a forager, and some time later she gave birth to Lorywn.

There was a catch though.

Lorwyn’s skin lacked the colour that the rest of the tribe had, it was white. Lorwyn was considered a curse and packed into a cradle and sent down stream. Nynh was murdered soon after in order to cleanse the tribe.

Lorwyn was taken from the otherside of the river bank, where she washed up, by a family who used to live in the empire. They were from a long line of military commanders who had won numerous medals and battled valiantly. They raised the girl as their own and encouraged her mothers talents purely by coincidence (as her new father was captain of the royal foot soldiers at one point in his vast and exuberant life.) She grew to be a fine swordswoman and one at peace with nature.

In her late teens Lorwyn left her urban home and now wanders Ceredonia searching for a new family to call her own.

C O D E . W O R D wyeshing

S A M P L E . P O S T Lorwyn let out a sigh of relief when she realised that not all the goblin forces were attacking her. She of course meant it in the nicest way possible. She looked to her wound and saw the blood continue to pour out, though at a much slower and more controlled rate. The mission now had a time limit.

Lorwyn quickly surveyed the battle, it seemed as though only three odd goblins were left, they were all being fought by others. Or so she thought, a boar rammed her in the back as she let her guard down. Fortunately it was a blunt blow, no new blood was drawn. Unfortunately it exacerbated her wound and made more blood ooze out. She turned around and with a sense of urgency thrust both palms in front of her to create a crescent moon shape. As she did the ground around the boar began to shake and quiver, the sand moved away from it's feet, creating a large hole in the ground. The boar and goblin fell in, and then she pushed the sand back. Such a maneuver cost a great amount of energy, she slumped in shoulders after completing it.

She hoped the others had faired better than she had. It seemed that today was a case of bad luck for her and hopefully it wouldn't last any longer. She decided to search some of the corpses for supplies. She found a flask of water which she drank completely, and some crude bandages which she applied to her wound instead of her makeshift strap. This battle appeared to be just a taste of what was to come.

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