Profile: A Little Magic & A Long Way
Jun. 23rd, 2020 11:06 amPLAYER
Personality:
Motivations
Arha is the type of person who gives and does her best to keep the peace of those around her. She loves everything and everyone to a certain degree and can't not express that in some sort of way. She is impulsive when it comes to loving people and jump into situations regarding others' safety. She wants so very much to trust everyone which makes her kinda innocent but she's also a practicing mage (which she likes better than witch) which means she does have a certain wisdom about her. Her innate trust in people also results in an innate need to protect them. Until someone savagely betrays her she refuses to believe they could be a threat and will love them all the same.
Handling Conflict
She is a natural mediator, seeking balance between truth and justice, trust and distrust, and the natural order of life and death. On a personal note, conflict and suffering are painful for her to watch, which makes it her mission in life to calm the storm, so to speak. As a Sensitive, battle itself is usually difficult unless she flips on a dense shield to protect her extremely sensitive mind. She is tiny, so she uses a staff to compensate as well as moves that use an opponent's strength against them. If she was being completely honest, which she is usually, she would say that she'd rather use illusions to chase people and animals away rather than come into some sort of physical confrontation with them. She is physically affectionate to a high degree, so a happy resolution means everyone gets hugs. Arha is very much an INFJ-A THE ASSERTIVE MEDIATOR.
Six Traits
Impulsive, Loving, Affectionate, Rash, Demanding, Stubborn
Shapeshfting
- White Crow
- Cat
- Small dragon; 10ft tall at shoulder
With her bright red curls bouncing and her sharp cornflower blue eyes scanning the road, mounted a massive roan horse she'd bought on her first day and went scouting for a place to call home. It felt right to do something with all of her restless energy since sleep wasn't coming. Lief, her horse snorted and she laughed. He thought so, too. She always found the animal communication part of her powers to be one of the best perks. It wasn't like hearing someone think, like words in your head. It was just an Understanding. She just kind of got it. Being as Sensitive as she was, emotion and communication could make it seem like she was mindreading but she wasn't. Well, if she'd wanted to she probably could but minds were pretty much sacred and she didn't want to mess with them even if she could. That one was high on the list of the Laws of Magic.
Thou shalt not fuck around with the minds of humans, etc etc etc. or whatever the White Council's list of no-nos was. Really? It was a list that just should have said "Don't do bad shit." Then again, there was a reason for every law in there. Usually pretty damn good reasons because people had gone straight into Dark Magic and then couldn't come out again. Big temptation, Black Magic. If you were good at psychomancy, Hell on Hotwheels, you could fuck up someone's mind entirely and mean well. It didn't matter your intentions. The White Council were good at taking out people who did stuff like that.
And she could project emotion. Really. Well. Her soothing songs could ease a listener to sleep, rousing ones might even start a fight, sorrowful songs could do damage to the psyche, even, if she hadn't had a handle on the magic. Arha leaned close to the massive horse and murmured as they rode out of town.
Thank gods she was responsible and had her magic on a tight leash or she would have been without a head a long, long time ago.
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Name: Arha Ilene Masaari
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nightingalemage
nightingalemage Age: 41 - January 27,1980
Canon: Mixed - Original & Dresden Files Fandom Original Character
Canon Point: Early The Nightingale Mage. Pulling her from her ancestral home in Evanston the day before her assassination attempt and Rossi's body is found in her backseat.
Personality:
Motivations
Arha is the type of person who gives and does her best to keep the peace of those around her. She loves everything and everyone to a certain degree and can't not express that in some sort of way. She is impulsive when it comes to loving people and jump into situations regarding others' safety. She wants so very much to trust everyone which makes her kinda innocent but she's also a practicing mage (which she likes better than witch) which means she does have a certain wisdom about her. Her innate trust in people also results in an innate need to protect them. Until someone savagely betrays her she refuses to believe they could be a threat and will love them all the same.
Handling Conflict
She is a natural mediator, seeking balance between truth and justice, trust and distrust, and the natural order of life and death. On a personal note, conflict and suffering are painful for her to watch, which makes it her mission in life to calm the storm, so to speak. As a Sensitive, battle itself is usually difficult unless she flips on a dense shield to protect her extremely sensitive mind. She is tiny, so she uses a staff to compensate as well as moves that use an opponent's strength against them. If she was being completely honest, which she is usually, she would say that she'd rather use illusions to chase people and animals away rather than come into some sort of physical confrontation with them. She is physically affectionate to a high degree, so a happy resolution means everyone gets hugs. Arha is very much an INFJ-A THE ASSERTIVE MEDIATOR.
Six Traits
Impulsive, Loving, Affectionate, Rash, Demanding, Stubborn
Character Reference/History:
Includes CRAU from Duplicity (sorta; while she knows of Dresden it's a hazy connection and she doesn't remember her time at Duplicity at all as she's been reincarnated into Harry's universe. As of this point in time, she is a Juilliard trained vocalist, violinist, and guitarist...and has gone through magic training at a boarding school in the United Kingdom.)
At this point in her canon, she's moved back to Evanston, IL, just outside of Chicago after her mother's untimely death.
Powers/Abilities:
Includes CRAU from Duplicity (sorta; while she knows of Dresden it's a hazy connection and she doesn't remember her time at Duplicity at all as she's been reincarnated into Harry's universe. As of this point in time, she is a Juilliard trained vocalist, violinist, and guitarist...and has gone through magic training at a boarding school in the United Kingdom.)
At this point in her canon, she's moved back to Evanston, IL, just outside of Chicago after her mother's untimely death.
Powers/Abilities:
Healing
Communication (Humanoid & Animals)
Telepathy
Telekinesis (Micro)
Magic - (Dresdenverse definition)
Fire, Water, Spirit, Air
Illusions (Specialty)
Notes:
Telepathy - OOCly - only those who have decided they want their character to hear her
Shapeshfting
- White Crow
- Cat
- Small dragon; 10ft tall at shoulder
Inventory:
- Blue Lacquered Violin
- Blue Bow
- Blue Gitar
- 4 picks
- Blue Lacquered Violin
- Blue Bow
- Blue Gitar
- 4 picks
Blue-Grey & Silver Buckled Backpack (Large)
- Jeans, long tee, hiking boots, socks, underwear
- Filtered Water Bottle (1/2 full)
- 4 packs of Wintergreen gum
- Potion making set (small case with various ingredients)
- Brass, silver, iron pieces to make a large pentagram & circle
- Round Cabochons (Carnelian; fire, Blue Opal; water, Moonstone; Spirit, Aquamarine; air, Moss Agate; earth) set into copper triangles
- 5 protein bars
- One Large Drawstring Purse
- 220 gold nuggets
- 15 silver nuggets
- 19 copper nuggets
- 16 iron ingots
On Person
Eight silver delicately braided rings, no stones
Right Hand: One wrapped bracelet, silver pentagram
Left Hand: Silver, Brass, Copper, Iron Bells - charm bracelet (Shield Bracelet)
1 Wand
Alder Wood
1 Staff
Iron, Copper, Silver, Brass combat staff much like this one:
SAMPLES
- Jeans, long tee, hiking boots, socks, underwear
- Filtered Water Bottle (1/2 full)
- 4 packs of Wintergreen gum
- Potion making set (small case with various ingredients)
- Brass, silver, iron pieces to make a large pentagram & circle
- Round Cabochons (Carnelian; fire, Blue Opal; water, Moonstone; Spirit, Aquamarine; air, Moss Agate; earth) set into copper triangles
- 5 protein bars
- One Large Drawstring Purse
- 220 gold nuggets
- 15 silver nuggets
- 19 copper nuggets
- 16 iron ingots
On Person
Eight silver delicately braided rings, no stones
Right Hand: One wrapped bracelet, silver pentagram
Left Hand: Silver, Brass, Copper, Iron Bells - charm bracelet (Shield Bracelet)
1 Wand
Alder Wood
1 Staff
Iron, Copper, Silver, Brass combat staff much like this one:
SAMPLES
Writing Sample #1: THE NIGHTINGALE MAGE
Writing Sample #2:
The night is long and she finds all she does is toss and turn in a lumpy inn's bed so much so that she gets up, gathers her things, and leaves, with her backpack on her back and her multi-metalled staff in hand. She had abandoned her modern style of dress for something more in keeping with the local fashion; a soft blue tunic, a wide oil-skin treated suede belt with a wand pouch, a cross body sheath for her staff that allowed it to be drawn like a sword strapped to her back (also treated), deep brown buckskin trousers with colourful fringe, a pair of treated moccasin boots, and a long swishy black coat much like Harry Dresden might have worn only fitted for her curves. She had a holster made for her instruments, too, a deep night sky blue, trimmed in copper, that like her staff, she had that mounted on her saddle within reach of her hand. The guitar left her free to use her mouth at least.
The night is long and she finds all she does is toss and turn in a lumpy inn's bed so much so that she gets up, gathers her things, and leaves, with her backpack on her back and her multi-metalled staff in hand. She had abandoned her modern style of dress for something more in keeping with the local fashion; a soft blue tunic, a wide oil-skin treated suede belt with a wand pouch, a cross body sheath for her staff that allowed it to be drawn like a sword strapped to her back (also treated), deep brown buckskin trousers with colourful fringe, a pair of treated moccasin boots, and a long swishy black coat much like Harry Dresden might have worn only fitted for her curves. She had a holster made for her instruments, too, a deep night sky blue, trimmed in copper, that like her staff, she had that mounted on her saddle within reach of her hand. The guitar left her free to use her mouth at least.
With her bright red curls bouncing and her sharp cornflower blue eyes scanning the road, mounted a massive roan horse she'd bought on her first day and went scouting for a place to call home. It felt right to do something with all of her restless energy since sleep wasn't coming. Lief, her horse snorted and she laughed. He thought so, too. She always found the animal communication part of her powers to be one of the best perks. It wasn't like hearing someone think, like words in your head. It was just an Understanding. She just kind of got it. Being as Sensitive as she was, emotion and communication could make it seem like she was mindreading but she wasn't. Well, if she'd wanted to she probably could but minds were pretty much sacred and she didn't want to mess with them even if she could. That one was high on the list of the Laws of Magic.
Thou shalt not fuck around with the minds of humans, etc etc etc. or whatever the White Council's list of no-nos was. Really? It was a list that just should have said "Don't do bad shit." Then again, there was a reason for every law in there. Usually pretty damn good reasons because people had gone straight into Dark Magic and then couldn't come out again. Big temptation, Black Magic. If you were good at psychomancy, Hell on Hotwheels, you could fuck up someone's mind entirely and mean well. It didn't matter your intentions. The White Council were good at taking out people who did stuff like that.
And she could project emotion. Really. Well. Her soothing songs could ease a listener to sleep, rousing ones might even start a fight, sorrowful songs could do damage to the psyche, even, if she hadn't had a handle on the magic. Arha leaned close to the massive horse and murmured as they rode out of town.
Thank gods she was responsible and had her magic on a tight leash or she would have been without a head a long, long time ago.
