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  1. Coth. Such a peculiar little town. It had been target of some of the most fabulous rumors as of late, and the sorceress wasn't one to keep away from rumors. More so when they talked about better times for the town, and better lives for the villagers. A new God, one that answered. Mateja wanted to find out if these miracles were actually so, or if this was work of a powerful sorcerer. Though, a part of her really wanted it to be true. The attention the town had brought wasn't all positive though, and that was the other reason why the sorceress had directed her steps towards Coth. Bandits, thieves, lowly people wanting to take advantage of such vulnerable targets. It made her blood boil. She knew about war, about famine and death...and she did not want that for the Cothines. Golden eyes shifted to the road in front of her, and she could already see the quiet town at the distance. From here, it didn't look much different from the many places she had visited through the years. Little homes, busy market, honest people doing honest work. Her mind wandered back to her home for a split second, and the woman couldn't help the tightening of her chest, nostalgia wrapping itself around her like a familiar shawl. A frown deepened on her stern features, forcing her thoughts back to the road. But the energy...the energy here in Coth definitely felt different. Stronger. Magic was present here, and Mateja could feel it on her fingertips. It was then that she heard the faintest of gasps, and a pair of eyes piercing at the back of her skull. The sorceress lifted her gaze to meet with eyes of silver. A young woman looked at her as if she'd seen a ghost, and the sorceress knitted her eyebrows together for a moment. The town wasn't used to strangers, then? If they were so put off by a traveler like her...or perhaps...so scared were they of thieves and bandits and this young woman believed her to be so? The thought made her shudder, and for a moment she wanted to approach and soothe the nerves of this girl, but the moment had passed and she had only nodded to her before continuing with her business. It was better to show her actions instead of telling her intentions. It wasn't long till she reach town, and unlike what she was thinking, she wasn't received with contempt or distrust. People were kind when she approached with a small nod and a greeting. For a moment she strolled around the market, talking with merchants, asking about the morale in town, about their defenses and their troubles. She learned about Father Constans, a man she knew she would need to talk with soon. She heard about a group of bandits attacking at night, and she heard about the splendor of the green fire that now seemed to be an integral part of town. And in every step, she felt a presence not so far. Lurking. Watching her. At first, Mateja believed it to be a curious child, but as she walked through the intricate alleyways, she realized this was someone who was not just curious about the new face in town. She walked in a slow pace, her shoulders stiff, her hearing alert. Timid footsteps followed her, and in the corner of her eye she could always see the petite silhouette of a woman. She took a turn, and stopped abruptly, feeling her follower crashing against her back. "Why are you following me?"
  2. MATEJA Nickname: Age: 30 Race: Human Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Marital Status: Single Birthplace: Wilds of Terrenus Alignment: Lawful Good Physical and Appearance Weight: 150 lbs Height: 5'11" Physique: strong, toned Eyes: Gold Hair: Auburn Complexion: Olive Voice: N/A Markings: Two scars on her left cheek, dragon tattoo that covers her whole back Unique Traits: Her magic comes from a dragon spirit, who she made a pact with to protect her village when she was younger, thus the markings on her back Typical Attire: Mateja usually wears a loose tunic and halter tops. She prefers to keep as much mobility as she can. Likes adorning with golden bracelets and bracers. Golden ring on her lower lip Psychological Information Demeanor: Mateja is poised and firm at first sight, silent and strict to whoever sees her from a distance. She has the discipline of a soldier, and usually keeps her bearings. It is when she sees injustice that she flares up, unable to stand by when someone is getting hurt. She is vicious, unable to contain her anger towards wrong-doers. Behind her stoic demeanor, once you bring down her walls, she is kind and protective, albeit a bit awkward when it comes to more sentimental and warmer discussions. Strengths: Valiant, strong, loyal, honest, dutiful Weaknesses: strict, hot-tempered, values set in stone Quirks: early bird, curious to a fault, she seldom smiles, somehow she feels strange smiling. Her body temperature is a little higher than normal, she's always warm Likes: she collects jewelry, she likes the shine. Mateja enjoys the quiet, and will usually spend time during the early mornings meditating, trying to connect with her spiritual side. She has a weak spot for children and dogs. Dislikes: Loud noises, injustice, fools, bad jokes...jokes in general. She has no sense of humor. Winter. Skills & Deficiencies Mundane:  + Skill – Educated, photographic memory, basic first aid knowledge, she's always warm - Deficiency – Low tolerance to people fooling around, too strict, too rigid Combat: + Advantage/Skill – expert training - Deficiency – Abilities Ability Class/Tree: Fire magic - Capabilities: · Active/Passive | Specific Ability – Weaknesses: Miscellaneous: (repeat for as many abilities as you have) History Ever since she can remember, Mateja has always been attracted to the warmth of a flame. As a child, she could make the small flame of a candle to flicker at will, and that was her well guarded secret. She felt it was special, something she could call hers. Just something that connected her to the heroines in the stories being told by the hearth every night, when the children gathered to listen to the old crone unravel the most marvelous fantasies and tales from heroes of past. Secrets rarely stayed that way in their small village, though. Magic was uncommon where she is from. A mostly war-ridden town, it focused on military power, on people to protect and serve. Mateja grew with that sentiment. Protecting the ones who were weaker than her. Her younger sister. The little children that lived all cramped up in the inconspicuous building, WIP WIP WIP Chapters N/A
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