Isil

[ASoleciSticlegion]

____x____x : E s s e n t i a l s :

Given Name: Unknown
Alias: Isil
Age: Late Twenties
Visible age: 21
Re-Birth Record: 10/3
Lineage: As yet undiscovered
Profession: Seer, for the moment
Marital Status: Unattached
Re-Birthplace: Southern Genesaris


____x____x : V i t a l s :

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120
Hair Color: Phosphorescent blue
Eye Color: Lavender
Handed: Left
Skin Tone: Pallid in the daylight, Incandescent under the cover of darkness
Skin Condition: Unblemished as befits youth
Physical Condition: Fit, if not underweight
Voice: Contralto


____x____x : S t a t u s :

Strength: Average
Power Classification(s): Low level
Blood Type: A+
Primary Residence: Luxendrog [Small town in southern Genesaris]
Innate Abilities: Reflex
Special Abilities: Seer -- Visions of both future and past


____x____x : A r c h e t y p e :

Schizophrenic -- a state characterized by the coexistence of contradictory or incompatible elements.


____x____x : F e a t u r e s :

A. Body Art: Untouched

B. Scar Tissue: Small jagged incisions run in intervals down to the base of her spine, though scarred over now it is plain for an untrained eye to see how the blade wielders hand shook with every determined slice of flesh. Upon closer examination one bears witness to the paper thin squares of metal placed between the flesh and bone of the spine, the intent behind this unclear.


____x____x : W e a p o n r y :

Weaponry : Depth : Methods & Apparatus

Attire
-- Upperbody: Hooded, knee length, cloth jacket -- White cloth shirt ripped above the hips.
-- Weapons: Palm length blades cast against wrists and hips.
-- Lowerbody: White pants
-- Feet: Brown boots

Armor
-- Headwear: N/A
-- Upperbody: Spinal Plating
-- Armaments: N/A
-- Lowerbody: N/A
-- Feet: N/A

____x____x : A c c e s s o r i e s :


____x____x : D e f i n e :

Isil was abandoned, alone.

Whether she had run to this place, Luxendrog, or she had been left, either way the path before her was unclear. Day and night these visions haunted her psyche, some were of things long since past, others those yet to come, but differentiating between the two was all but impossible. After all, how can a sentient tell the difference between past, present and future when they have no memories to base these visions from.

Amnesia.

Maybe her memories would return with time... Or maybe she'd wake up one day a Princess with a fairy tale castle, yeah, right. It had been too long now, even the local doctors and practicing mages were puzzled, with no sign of trauma, magical or otherwise it was hard to discern just why her identity remained hidden from her.

A year would pass, she has adapted herself to the town, the people and all the strange sights by this time. The villagers have even given her a unique name, that of their goddess of the moon, for under the cover of darkness her skin shines with a radiance akin to the moon, so they came to name her Isil.

Luxendrog was full of magic, full of light, though the magic was not always kind to it's neighbors, sometimes it became deadly. A fickle thing, this unbridled magic, it could kill the strongest of men and then give a youth the power to levitate. If you stayed in this place long enough, you would begin to change as well. Isil's hair had once been brown, her skin tan and her eyes had never glowed in the shadows depths. But now, everything has changed...






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Sheet by Dan & Andrew.
Modification(s) & Information by ASoleciSticlegion
Inspiration from Von & Roy