Mirana Silvermoon
Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 9:26 pm
First Name: Mirana
Last Name: Silvermoon
Appearance:
A very tall and slender woman, if image is anything to go by. However, her eyes are haunted, clouded by past judgments, trials, or tribulations. Her past may be behind her, but it weighs heavily on her shoulders. You can see it in her walk, in her gait. She is dying, but not by physical or magical means. There is an internal power struggle happening within her, those with a high enough spot can see the images of her past in her eyes, haunting even those with a hearty constitution when she gazes upon them. Whichever side wins, she loses.
She is often seen with a Frost Leopard named Akira, the leopard is unlike anything you've ever come across. It does not shy away from people and seems to feed on attention. Growing more friendly and playful with each greetings of people.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5-9
Weight: 124 LBS
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Stark White
Personality Profile: Apathetic
General Health: Very Good
Deity: Silvanus
Initial Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Druid
Base Class & Proposed Development: Pure Druid
Habits/Hobbies: Speaking without talking. Letting her actions speak for themselves. Hobbies include foraging, hunting the undead, maintaining the balance of nature by eliminating those that seek to defy it, or those that naturally defy it.
Languages: Common, Druidic, Animal
Weapon of Choice: Staff
Background:
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Mirana
Everyone talks about fighting their inner demons. Most people's demons are just figments of their imaginations, spurred on by accelerates or catalysts like Alchohol or Dreamweed. My inner demons are quite real, and are looking for a way out. My emotions. They are there, and they are dying to get out.
When I was a little girl. Evil entered my heart and soul, almost as if as soon as I can remember... remembering anything, ever since I found Akira in the woods, I've always had this... feeling. It is hard to explain. I'm not inherently evil, but I'm not exactly benevolent either. Take for example, last week a child was drowning and I had the means to save it, and I didn't , not because of lacking ability, but because I simply do not care. I could try to care, but in the end, apathy always wins out.
This feeling of apathy has only grown with me as I have progressed and matured from infancy to adulthood. I understand it for what it truly is. Neutrality. As with the child dying; dying is not necessarily a bad thing, neither is my attitude toward life and death. To have extended my arm to aid the failing child, I would have denied the creatures in the river who would have thrived on those nutrients, I would be denying the river creatures sustenance. Who am I to dictate the whims of fate. A bright lizard is easily picked off, while the one who blends in is in a safer position. The child was unable to swim, through the fault of either its parentage or its own misgivings, it lacked the capability to survive through a difficult and trying time, so therefore it perished. The law of survival prevailed, that only the strongest, or the most cunning survive. The child was neither.
It is the way of nature. As a student of nature, I must embrace its ideals if I am to become more powerful of a conjurer.
18 hours ago
Something has changed. Shifted. I can feel it. Yesterday I stopped a horde of ants from overrunning a caravan filled with goods that me and a group of mercenaries were hired to protect. Normally, I would not have accepted this quest, but something beckoned me, it begged me to be a part of this event. I accepted it, and began to feel the changes within me, was it greed? No. It was something far more sinister. Compassion.
Why this sudden change? What is happening?
I am my own person, so why is it I feel like a stranger even to myself. Why does my reflection look so unfamiliar?
6 hours ago
I have searched myself long and hard, meditating over what transpired the day before. It is hard for me to accept that I did something out of benevolence. I had no reason to stop the rampaging ants. I had absolutely no reason to dictate fate, but it wasn't..... fate. Had I stayed my hand, the caravan would have been overwhelmed, and everyone save for the cunning or cowardly would have perished along with them. Why did I save them? What was the reasoning behind it. Logic can be used to justify just about anything, but there is no need for justification, I did what needed to be done.
More and more I find myself thinking about the child by the river. What kind of life he would have had, would he have been a great healer or scholar? Or would he have grown up to be a murderous bandit? These are questions that can never be answered because I never gave them the opportunity to be asked.
This haunts me.
And it shouldn't.
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Goals:
1) To learn from Silvanus about benevolence versus neutrality.
2) To fight against the corruption and imbalance of nature in all its forms, magical, or physical
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
1) She begins to feel. More than compassion. After 20 years of shutting out emotions, they come crashing down after the death of Akira, her trusted animal companion, a frost leopard, disrupting everything about Mirana. Her image, her composure, and even her sanity. Akira was bound to her, found when she was just a kitten. A bond was formed. Akira would shelter Mirana by absorbing any and all emotions she experiences. Good or bad. Akira's death brings all these emotions come crashing back to Mirana. Forcing her to live out her nightmares once more, only this time, she's in the drivers seat. Not Akira.
2)A corruption infects the land, one that only druids or spirit shamans can cleanse. It first begins its stage of attacks with a black tar that spawns oozes. Infecting anything it touches, causing it to rise up after death as one of the undead. These creatures however, think with a hive-like mentality, giving the indication that there is a greater force at work controlling the spread of the infection.
This is my first attempt at an actual character. After experiencing all the starting classes to mid level - the exception being druid, which I LOVE the most out of all of them, I am going to stay and make this druid reach completion, let me know what you think
Last Name: Silvermoon
Appearance:
A very tall and slender woman, if image is anything to go by. However, her eyes are haunted, clouded by past judgments, trials, or tribulations. Her past may be behind her, but it weighs heavily on her shoulders. You can see it in her walk, in her gait. She is dying, but not by physical or magical means. There is an internal power struggle happening within her, those with a high enough spot can see the images of her past in her eyes, haunting even those with a hearty constitution when she gazes upon them. Whichever side wins, she loses.
She is often seen with a Frost Leopard named Akira, the leopard is unlike anything you've ever come across. It does not shy away from people and seems to feed on attention. Growing more friendly and playful with each greetings of people.
Race: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5-9
Weight: 124 LBS
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Stark White
Personality Profile: Apathetic
General Health: Very Good
Deity: Silvanus
Initial Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Druid
Base Class & Proposed Development: Pure Druid
Habits/Hobbies: Speaking without talking. Letting her actions speak for themselves. Hobbies include foraging, hunting the undead, maintaining the balance of nature by eliminating those that seek to defy it, or those that naturally defy it.
Languages: Common, Druidic, Animal
Weapon of Choice: Staff
Background:
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Mirana
Everyone talks about fighting their inner demons. Most people's demons are just figments of their imaginations, spurred on by accelerates or catalysts like Alchohol or Dreamweed. My inner demons are quite real, and are looking for a way out. My emotions. They are there, and they are dying to get out.
When I was a little girl. Evil entered my heart and soul, almost as if as soon as I can remember... remembering anything, ever since I found Akira in the woods, I've always had this... feeling. It is hard to explain. I'm not inherently evil, but I'm not exactly benevolent either. Take for example, last week a child was drowning and I had the means to save it, and I didn't , not because of lacking ability, but because I simply do not care. I could try to care, but in the end, apathy always wins out.
This feeling of apathy has only grown with me as I have progressed and matured from infancy to adulthood. I understand it for what it truly is. Neutrality. As with the child dying; dying is not necessarily a bad thing, neither is my attitude toward life and death. To have extended my arm to aid the failing child, I would have denied the creatures in the river who would have thrived on those nutrients, I would be denying the river creatures sustenance. Who am I to dictate the whims of fate. A bright lizard is easily picked off, while the one who blends in is in a safer position. The child was unable to swim, through the fault of either its parentage or its own misgivings, it lacked the capability to survive through a difficult and trying time, so therefore it perished. The law of survival prevailed, that only the strongest, or the most cunning survive. The child was neither.
It is the way of nature. As a student of nature, I must embrace its ideals if I am to become more powerful of a conjurer.
18 hours ago
Something has changed. Shifted. I can feel it. Yesterday I stopped a horde of ants from overrunning a caravan filled with goods that me and a group of mercenaries were hired to protect. Normally, I would not have accepted this quest, but something beckoned me, it begged me to be a part of this event. I accepted it, and began to feel the changes within me, was it greed? No. It was something far more sinister. Compassion.
Why this sudden change? What is happening?
I am my own person, so why is it I feel like a stranger even to myself. Why does my reflection look so unfamiliar?
6 hours ago
I have searched myself long and hard, meditating over what transpired the day before. It is hard for me to accept that I did something out of benevolence. I had no reason to stop the rampaging ants. I had absolutely no reason to dictate fate, but it wasn't..... fate. Had I stayed my hand, the caravan would have been overwhelmed, and everyone save for the cunning or cowardly would have perished along with them. Why did I save them? What was the reasoning behind it. Logic can be used to justify just about anything, but there is no need for justification, I did what needed to be done.
More and more I find myself thinking about the child by the river. What kind of life he would have had, would he have been a great healer or scholar? Or would he have grown up to be a murderous bandit? These are questions that can never be answered because I never gave them the opportunity to be asked.
This haunts me.
And it shouldn't.
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Goals:
1) To learn from Silvanus about benevolence versus neutrality.
2) To fight against the corruption and imbalance of nature in all its forms, magical, or physical
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
1) She begins to feel. More than compassion. After 20 years of shutting out emotions, they come crashing down after the death of Akira, her trusted animal companion, a frost leopard, disrupting everything about Mirana. Her image, her composure, and even her sanity. Akira was bound to her, found when she was just a kitten. A bond was formed. Akira would shelter Mirana by absorbing any and all emotions she experiences. Good or bad. Akira's death brings all these emotions come crashing back to Mirana. Forcing her to live out her nightmares once more, only this time, she's in the drivers seat. Not Akira.
2)A corruption infects the land, one that only druids or spirit shamans can cleanse. It first begins its stage of attacks with a black tar that spawns oozes. Infecting anything it touches, causing it to rise up after death as one of the undead. These creatures however, think with a hive-like mentality, giving the indication that there is a greater force at work controlling the spread of the infection.
This is my first attempt at an actual character. After experiencing all the starting classes to mid level - the exception being druid, which I LOVE the most out of all of them, I am going to stay and make this druid reach completion, let me know what you think