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Description
Name: Citra (Her full first name is Citrabanu, but she seldom mentions it)
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Race: Genasi (Fire)
Class: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
Alignment: True Neutral

Personality:

Bashful | Honest | Impulsive | Open-minded | Kind-Hearted | Gay | Co-Dependent

Citra is very much a young soul. Her heart is unyieldingly warm and vibrant, readily showing any friendly face that she comes across compassion and kindness. She insists on looking for the best in people, even when they have given her every reason not to. She has a naïve perspective on how she believes the world works, her lack of experience often times making her view the world through an almost hazardous rose tinted glass. Those who reflect her kindness being nearly immediately taken in as a friend and those that guard themselves closely earning time and dedication from her in hopes of understanding them better and eventually growing closer to them. Whether she is well acquainted with someone or if someone is a complete stranger, she will gladly go out of her way to offer a helping hand, regardless of if it is her time, skill, or money that she is entrusting in the person. No one in her presence deserves to have an empty stomach or go without medicine in the face of sickness, even if they have done her wrong.

Despite her naivety having given her a wishful perspective followed by responsive compassionate deeds, her lack of experience also seems to lead her down the wrong path at times. Having been secluded and kept from enjoying her youth with peers for the spans of her life at home, she is a very impressionable individual. Whoever becomes close to her begins to set examples of what she will define as fun. Whether said fun is volunteering to help the community or trashing a tavern with friends is nearly completely up in the air for her.

This little fiery child has been anything but that, when it comes to personality. She has been sheltered since childhood and has received a very limited amount of social interactions, all of which were closely monitored, so Citra fails to excel in social situations. She's never been on her own to act and think for herself, so she tends to lean towards the uncertain/nervous side. She has her upbringing under her belt to aid her in formal interactions where she's been taught to display her pedigree and pride, but the minute that those familiarities fall through to someone throwing her a curve ball from the 'real world,' her proud façade will quickly crumble and she'll be scrambling to find her feet in the face of something new.

While she is capable of putting on her little act, being frazzled and bashful seems to be her default, the presence of a cute girl(or even occasionally a pretty boy) only amplifying her nervousness to a destructive extent. Watch out, when this train wreck of a fire child gets nervous, you best stand at a safe distance as fire has a tendency to puff out from the unusual cracks in her face when she becomes especially embarrassed.
With this embarrassing habit only comes an even more embarrassing result as objects around her have an all too frequent ill fate of combusting in the wake of her panic. She's learned to keep at a safe distance from others due to this, as well as her awareness at the risk of touching others. The temperature of her body only fluctuates more wildly as she becomes more emotionally charged, so when she becomes embarrassed or angry, she has a habit of avoiding physical contact in fear of burning those around her
Her challenge is not that she wears her heart on her sleeve, it's that she wears it on her face. Smack dab in the middle.

Background:

Citra had entered into the world with lines of people at the ready to heed her beck and call, a veil of protection shielding her from all that surrounded her from the very beginning. From the earliest moments of her childhood, all that she could recall were glittering surroundings, vivid colors, and smiling faces. She was surrounded by anything that she had asked for and was tended to around the clock, her stomach having never known the sound of a growl and her eyes never feeling the weight of exhaustion, nor her hands the ache of hard work. She was her parents' precious daughter, their only child, and the shining display of their family legacy. The daughter of proud, highly esteemed Fire Genasi, those of which have strongly influential hands in her home city. Her father and mother were determined to keep her out of harm's way and to teach her the pride and value to be found in their heritage and race. However, their methods in doing so seemed to have had shown Citra the worst parts of her parents in the process. She'd been overly sheltered in their care and had seen the arrogance in them and the disdain that they held towards others.

Overtime, as she grew older, she only grew more discontented, having been restricted from seeing the world without her parents' filter even into her twenties. Only having known the world from what they told her about it gradually became unsatisfactory to her, the desire blooming in her to see the world for herself, through her own eyes. Despite her parents' negative outlooks, Citra's opinions have stayed open and impressionable to sources other than home. Though through her upbringing, she did absorb some of her family's beliefs and negative morals, so creating bonds outside of her home in the few chances that they ever allowed her, she often times failed at creating even simple acquaintances.

Her home life with her family felt rather lonely and unfulfilling to her for the most part. The extravagant occasions, parties, and other events, while thrilling, left her with the sense of being alone when all of the outfits and music went away and the crowded rooms of chattering people dispersed. She craved something more than what she had been given and whatever it is that she felt she needed, her parents kept it out of her reach.

The Surge

When the world had been shaken by a mysterious force, Citra had been alone, clearing up her dishes from a dinner by herself, her busy parents away, buried in their work. She, like many others that day, had been overwhelmed by the mystery and the sheer power that she had felt suddenly rushing through her body. The dishes had clattered to the floor and she had bowed to her knees, gasping for breath, the flames that typically flickered above her head tempermentally raging and wild now, cracks etching their way into her features. Flames licked at her cheeks from the new bizarre scale-like cracks and a new, stronger heat had overcome her body. She stayed there on the ground amongst the shattered ceramics until the wave had passed, left with nothing but wonder, curiosity, and traces of fear left in her.

After the events of the Surge, she failed to shake her initial feelings about it all and as the weeks and months drew on, she began experiencing something that her parents had never shown her or told her about before. Magic. She could harness the power of fire and other wonders from her fingers (however erratically it may have been). With this discovery, she began attempting to research and train this newfound magic in secret until her parents control over her became too cumbersome and disruptive that it led her to essentially run from home.

Late one night, she eventually snuck away from home, scaling down from her window with a pouch of her family's riches to sustain herself and began her journey in search of further teachings and excitement. A journey that would later lead her to the city of Lumivaara.

Trivia:

  - When emotionally charged, fire spouts from the cracks in her face and ears
    - Her family desends from the bloodline of a gold dragon. Golden dragon crests and other golden accessiories are worn to honor their lineage.
    - When she is asleep and as her heartrate slows, her fire cools to a warm red and purplish hue. In contrast, when emotionally charged, her flames grow hotter. When she becomes angry enough, blue flickers can be seen amidst the hot white fire of her hair.
  - (More to be added as the game progresses)

Character sheet:

Timezone: Eastern Standard Time

Description
Name: Citra (Her full first name is Citrabanu, but she seldom mentions it)
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 22
Height: 5'2"
Race: Genasi (Fire)
Class: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
Alignment: True Neutral

Personality:

Bashful | Honest | Impulsive | Open-minded | Kind-Hearted | Gay | Co-Dependent

Citra is very much a young soul. Her heart is unyieldingly warm and vibrant, readily showing any friendly face that she comes across compassion and kindness. She insists on looking for the best in people, even when they have given her every reason not to. She has a naïve perspective on how she believes the world works, her lack of experience often times making her view the world through an almost hazardous rose tinted glass. Those who reflect her kindness being nearly immediately taken in as a friend and those that guard themselves closely earning time and dedication from her in hopes of understanding them better and eventually growing closer to them. Whether she is well acquainted with someone or if someone is a complete stranger, she will gladly go out of her way to offer a helping hand, regardless of if it is her time, skill, or money that she is entrusting in the person. No one in her presence deserves to have an empty stomach or go without medicine in the face of sickness, even if they have done her wrong.

Despite her naivety having given her a wishful perspective followed by responsive compassionate deeds, her lack of experience also seems to lead her down the wrong path at times. Having been secluded and kept from enjoying her youth with peers for the spans of her life at home, she is a very impressionable individual. Whoever becomes close to her begins to set examples of what she will define as fun. Whether said fun is volunteering to help the community or trashing a tavern with friends is nearly completely up in the air for her.

This little fiery child has been anything but that, when it comes to personality. She has been sheltered since childhood and has received a very limited amount of social interactions, all of which were closely monitored, so Citra fails to excel in social situations. She's never been on her own to act and think for herself, so she tends to lean towards the uncertain/nervous side. She has her upbringing under her belt to aid her in formal interactions where she's been taught to display her pedigree and pride, but the minute that those familiarities fall through to someone throwing her a curve ball from the 'real world,' her proud façade will quickly crumble and she'll be scrambling to find her feet in the face of something new.

While she is capable of putting on her little act, being frazzled and bashful seems to be her default, the presence of a cute girl(or even occasionally a pretty boy) only amplifying her nervousness to a destructive extent. Watch out, when this train wreck of a fire child gets nervous, you best stand at a safe distance as fire has a tendency to puff out from the unusual cracks in her face when she becomes especially embarrassed.
With this embarrassing habit only comes an even more embarrassing result as objects around her have an all too frequent ill fate of combusting in the wake of her panic. She's learned to keep at a safe distance from others due to this, as well as her awareness at the risk of touching others. The temperature of her body only fluctuates more wildly as she becomes more emotionally charged, so when she becomes embarrassed or angry, she has a habit of avoiding physical contact in fear of burning those around her
Her challenge is not that she wears her heart on her sleeve, it's that she wears it on her face. Smack dab in the middle.

Background:

Citra had entered into the world with lines of people at the ready to heed her beck and call, a veil of protection shielding her from all that surrounded her from the very beginning. From the earliest moments of her childhood, all that she could recall were glittering surroundings, vivid colors, and smiling faces. She was surrounded by anything that she had asked for and was tended to around the clock, her stomach having never known the sound of a growl and her eyes never feeling the weight of exhaustion, nor her hands the ache of hard work. She was her parents' precious daughter, their only child, and the shining display of their family legacy. The daughter of proud, highly esteemed Fire Genasi, those of which have strongly influential hands in her home city. Her father and mother were determined to keep her out of harm's way and to teach her the pride and value to be found in their heritage and race. However, their methods in doing so seemed to have had shown Citra the worst parts of her parents in the process. She'd been overly sheltered in their care and had seen the arrogance in them and the disdain that they held towards others.

Overtime, as she grew older, she only grew more discontented, having been restricted from seeing the world without her parents' filter even into her twenties. Only having known the world from what they told her about it gradually became unsatisfactory to her, the desire blooming in her to see the world for herself, through her own eyes. Despite her parents' negative outlooks, Citra's opinions have stayed open and impressionable to sources other than home. Though through her upbringing, she did absorb some of her family's beliefs and negative morals, so creating bonds outside of her home in the few chances that they ever allowed her, she often times failed at creating even simple acquaintances.

Her home life with her family felt rather lonely and unfulfilling to her for the most part. The extravagant occasions, parties, and other events, while thrilling, left her with the sense of being alone when all of the outfits and music went away and the crowded rooms of chattering people dispersed. She craved something more than what she had been given and whatever it is that she felt she needed, her parents kept it out of her reach.

The Surge

When the world had been shaken by a mysterious force, Citra had been alone, clearing up her dishes from a dinner by herself, her busy parents away, buried in their work. She, like many others that day, had been overwhelmed by the mystery and the sheer power that she had felt suddenly rushing through her body. The dishes had clattered to the floor and she had bowed to her knees, gasping for breath, the flames that typically flickered above her head tempermentally raging and wild now, cracks etching their way into her features. Flames licked at her cheeks from the new bizarre scale-like cracks and a new, stronger heat had overcome her body. She stayed there on the ground amongst the shattered ceramics until the wave had passed, left with nothing but wonder, curiosity, and traces of fear left in her.

After the events of the Surge, she failed to shake her initial feelings about it all and as the weeks and months drew on, she began experiencing something that her parents had never shown her or told her about before. Magic. She could harness the power of fire and other wonders from her fingers (however erratically it may have been). With this discovery, she began attempting to research and train this newfound magic in secret until her parents control over her became too cumbersome and disruptive that it led her to essentially run from home.

Late one night, she eventually snuck away from home, scaling down from her window with a pouch of her family's riches to sustain herself and began her journey in search of further teachings and excitement. A journey that would later lead her to the city of Lumivaara.

Trivia:

  - When emotionally charged, fire spouts from the cracks in her face and ears
    - Her family desends from the bloodline of a gold dragon. Golden dragon crests and other golden accessiories are worn to honor their lineage.
    - When she is asleep and as her heartrate slows, her fire cools to a warm red and purplish hue. In contrast, when emotionally charged, her flames grow hotter. When she becomes angry enough, blue flickers can be seen amidst the hot white fire of her hair.
  - (More to be added as the game progresses)

Character sheet:

Timezone: Eastern Standard Time