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Description

RP Forum: s13.zifboards.com/Circus_of_Fe…

Relevant Personality Traits:

As one not used to interaction with any other than her fellow Keaton, Ahrianna comes off as somewhat stiff at the worst of times, and at the best she just falls into the act of a playful fox, which can and has been considered insulting to others. She does not overly care for personal attachments—seeing her situation and presence in the world of those on two legs as temporary, and does not understand much about the social conventions among the many peoples of Termina. She absolutely hates Beast Tamers, indeed, any who bend another to their will without consent will draw her ire. Money, she doesn’t care much for—except that it will buy her pretty things. Shimmery or shiny, she is a bit of a magpie when it comes to valuable items, and occasionally will just…walk off with the occasional bauble that catches her fancy. She knows better than to target those she lives and works with…but the customers…well those were fair game.

History:

Ahrianna was once one Keaton among many, a rather small clan that lived deep within the southern swamp, near the safety of the Woodfall Temple and the Great Fairy Fountain—the only sanctuary left for those with magic. She is young, for a Keaton, yet old enough to remember the moon hanging in the sky—however was never interested in the affairs of those her clan deemed ‘lesser mortals’ and thought little of it once those three days had passed. She lived a rather average life, and only ever strayed away from the Conclave to play tricks on the nearby, expanding Deku Kingdom. She never intended for that to change.

One day it did. She ran afoul of a group of Terminians while on one of these outings, they had been hunting the rumors of a ghost that had been running through the Deku for months. Magic hunters. One even brought along a Keaton mask, much to the good natured ridiculing of his comrades, remembering the old tales of the tricksters and hedging his bets.

When the grass began to swirl around an empty clearing he ignored the shouts from his comrades and grabbed the mask and with it went any protection Ahrianna thought she had. She was soon caught by big, strong hands, holding her down. She panicked—ignoring the questions of the man’s unseeing comrades—and struggled in his grip, biting and tearing with fang and claw, her panic rising with every moment.

And then…something snapped. Fire. Blue Fire. It exploded everywhere. She heard the screams. Felt the man’s grip slacken and then throw her across the clearing, slamming her into the trunk of a nearby tree. The mask thudded to the ground, she grabbed it in her teeth and ran.

Ran. And ran. And just kept running.

The next thing she remembered was huddling under a fern far from home, along the edges of the swamp and the fields that led to other lands. The Keaton mask stared up at her, blackened and charred and leaving the taste of ash in her mouth.

Real fire. Her power was in illusions, yet here she had conjured real fire that burned and bit and consumed flesh and wood.

Footsteps thudded behind her. Many. Running. She startled. No. They were still following her! She had to get home—the Great Fairy would protect her. She just had to get home!

“There it is! Don’t let the beast get away!”

They could see her. The other men in the group could see her! That meant she’d—the man—the fire—NO! She couldn’t go home. They would follow and—and—

She turned her back on the swamp, bolting out of the trees and running, running for the road that led away from her home and into the Terminian lands. She couldn’t let them find her family.

But they would follow—they would follow forever. A Keaton who had lost their protection—who had killed was easy prey.

She was tiring. It was getting dark. Tents rose up before her in the gloom, maybe she could hide. Maybe she could lose the men. She could smell Terminians. Along with Deku and many others that she couldn’t identify. Animals too.

She slid under a tent, wrapping an illusion around herself, drawing on the memories of one of the Terminians she’d spotted outside.

Huddled in the corner, a young blonde girl hid, hid and listened to the roar of the circus around her.

Eventually the hunters left.

Eventually she was found.

A Keaton who had lost their protection—their ability to move unseen by most—was nothing more than a liability. She couldn’t dump that on her family.

Outcasts. These people were outcasts too.

Wrapped in her illusion, she stepped out of the shadow of fear and into the bright lights of the Cirque de Peur.

Talents: Illusions with some limited pyrokenisis. She cannot control it. Stealth and is learning to be a decent pickpocket—both of these are made easier by her ability with illusions.

Other: Her human form is taxing, but the longer she remains in the illusion the easier it is becoming to maintain. She still isn’t used to walking on two legs, and requires her tail to balance, which is why it is present in her human form. Around the circus residents and workers she doesn’t feel as much of a need to hide who and what she is, and will shift back to her Keaton form occasionally. Near others, or customers, an illusion disguises her tail as a scarf, and the markings on her ears and face are often just considered odd makeup. Also she walks around barefoot, as shoes are too confining.

Description

RP Forum: s13.zifboards.com/Circus_of_Fe…

Relevant Personality Traits:

As one not used to interaction with any other than her fellow Keaton, Ahrianna comes off as somewhat stiff at the worst of times, and at the best she just falls into the act of a playful fox, which can and has been considered insulting to others. She does not overly care for personal attachments—seeing her situation and presence in the world of those on two legs as temporary, and does not understand much about the social conventions among the many peoples of Termina. She absolutely hates Beast Tamers, indeed, any who bend another to their will without consent will draw her ire. Money, she doesn’t care much for—except that it will buy her pretty things. Shimmery or shiny, she is a bit of a magpie when it comes to valuable items, and occasionally will just…walk off with the occasional bauble that catches her fancy. She knows better than to target those she lives and works with…but the customers…well those were fair game.

History:

Ahrianna was once one Keaton among many, a rather small clan that lived deep within the southern swamp, near the safety of the Woodfall Temple and the Great Fairy Fountain—the only sanctuary left for those with magic. She is young, for a Keaton, yet old enough to remember the moon hanging in the sky—however was never interested in the affairs of those her clan deemed ‘lesser mortals’ and thought little of it once those three days had passed. She lived a rather average life, and only ever strayed away from the Conclave to play tricks on the nearby, expanding Deku Kingdom. She never intended for that to change.

One day it did. She ran afoul of a group of Terminians while on one of these outings, they had been hunting the rumors of a ghost that had been running through the Deku for months. Magic hunters. One even brought along a Keaton mask, much to the good natured ridiculing of his comrades, remembering the old tales of the tricksters and hedging his bets.

When the grass began to swirl around an empty clearing he ignored the shouts from his comrades and grabbed the mask and with it went any protection Ahrianna thought she had. She was soon caught by big, strong hands, holding her down. She panicked—ignoring the questions of the man’s unseeing comrades—and struggled in his grip, biting and tearing with fang and claw, her panic rising with every moment.

And then…something snapped. Fire. Blue Fire. It exploded everywhere. She heard the screams. Felt the man’s grip slacken and then throw her across the clearing, slamming her into the trunk of a nearby tree. The mask thudded to the ground, she grabbed it in her teeth and ran.

Ran. And ran. And just kept running.

The next thing she remembered was huddling under a fern far from home, along the edges of the swamp and the fields that led to other lands. The Keaton mask stared up at her, blackened and charred and leaving the taste of ash in her mouth.

Real fire. Her power was in illusions, yet here she had conjured real fire that burned and bit and consumed flesh and wood.

Footsteps thudded behind her. Many. Running. She startled. No. They were still following her! She had to get home—the Great Fairy would protect her. She just had to get home!

“There it is! Don’t let the beast get away!”

They could see her. The other men in the group could see her! That meant she’d—the man—the fire—NO! She couldn’t go home. They would follow and—and—

She turned her back on the swamp, bolting out of the trees and running, running for the road that led away from her home and into the Terminian lands. She couldn’t let them find her family.

But they would follow—they would follow forever. A Keaton who had lost their protection—who had killed was easy prey.

She was tiring. It was getting dark. Tents rose up before her in the gloom, maybe she could hide. Maybe she could lose the men. She could smell Terminians. Along with Deku and many others that she couldn’t identify. Animals too.

She slid under a tent, wrapping an illusion around herself, drawing on the memories of one of the Terminians she’d spotted outside.

Huddled in the corner, a young blonde girl hid, hid and listened to the roar of the circus around her.

Eventually the hunters left.

Eventually she was found.

A Keaton who had lost their protection—their ability to move unseen by most—was nothing more than a liability. She couldn’t dump that on her family.

Outcasts. These people were outcasts too.

Wrapped in her illusion, she stepped out of the shadow of fear and into the bright lights of the Cirque de Peur.

Talents: Illusions with some limited pyrokenisis. She cannot control it. Stealth and is learning to be a decent pickpocket—both of these are made easier by her ability with illusions.

Other: Her human form is taxing, but the longer she remains in the illusion the easier it is becoming to maintain. She still isn’t used to walking on two legs, and requires her tail to balance, which is why it is present in her human form. Around the circus residents and workers she doesn’t feel as much of a need to hide who and what she is, and will shift back to her Keaton form occasionally. Near others, or customers, an illusion disguises her tail as a scarf, and the markings on her ears and face are often just considered odd makeup. Also she walks around barefoot, as shoes are too confining.