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Aya Brea; The White Mage, Now moved Correctly! ^.^;
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Oh my Gosh I'm 16 bit!

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Name: Aya Brea Age: 16 Height: 5'1" Weight:110lbs. Eye Color: Ocean Blue Hair Color: Golden Blonde Race: Human
Personality: Aya is a quiet, shy girl around others, but with a friend, she is caring and friendly. Aya however is a bit idealistic in the white magic, and often dwells on the past. She tends to hold personal grudges, if whoever or whatever caused them had caused her great pain and grief.
Childhood History:
Aya Brea, lived with her parent's, and her one younger sister, Maya, out in the wilderness, away from the bustling town's and quiet villages. She had an health illness at her age of 3, that depended on where she lived, which was a factoring reason why her family had moved out into the fresh air and beautifull surrounding nature, where peace held reign. She lived in this so called 'peace' until she was 5, where she came back to her home to find it in blaze. Her parents were slaughtered and their torso's charred from the black ash and heat, and there was no sign of her sister either. The only clue as to what had happened, was the sign of horse hoove prints on the dirt road that lead to their quiet little home.
She sat beside her parents all through the night, the only thing to keep her company was the fire, that was then smoldering down into a few embers and charcoal. There she sat, mourning the loss of her parents and her sister, who was no where to be found, until the next morning, where the distant pit-pat of horse's feet met her ears, ringing from up the path. Aya looked up to see a man, around his late 50's, with a long grey beard and white robings, with a gold cross on a slim silver chain, the mark of the priest's, or 'White Mages' as people called them, in retrospect to those of the destructive arts, which were nick named 'Black Mages.'
"I feared I came too late, and it seems that fear has come partially true, they have taken Maya it seems, but not you..." The priest told her as he dismounted his stallion, which was of a fine chestnut colour, with a brilliant, and sleek black mane. Aya looked up in fear at the priest, though she knew he mean't her no harm. "What do you mean by that?"
"What I mean, little one, is that I came here for you and your sister. You and Maya were pre-destined to be trained in the holy ways. I can only imagine the assailant's who took away your sister plan to do with her."
Aya's eyes widened in surprise and bewilderment. She was to be a White Mage? To learn of the holy ways and the white healing and protective spells that came with being a true White Mage? Very few were taught the true White Mage way's, most were just of minor healing, prayers, and teachings to those of their way, but what this man told her, she and her sister were to become true White Mage's?
The shock was too much for her, and with the loss of her parents and sister still weighing heavily upon her heart, she fainted, falling limp to the ground in her fit.
The History of her Training...
Aya panted as she faced her opponent. She was now 14, and this was one of her test's to see how well she had learned in her past 5 years of learning the white magical arts. she still wore her apprentice priest clothing, which was a white robe with a red tabard, encrested with the mark of the Prist House, which was a large cross encircled by golden rings and a red jewel in the middle. The house itself laid in a secluded valley, as it was the place where few of the chosen go to learn the White Mage arts. Her opponent before her was a young man, about 15 in his years. He was a well-learned mage that could control the destructive arts of Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, and Levitation. He to was exhausted from the battle. Aya had kept up a prime defence with the arts she knew. He raised an palm at her, and casted a large fireball her way.
She brought her arms up in a prayer, clasping her hands infront of her face. "Power of the light above, cast a protective veil over this one from harm.." She prayed in her mind, since the words came faster through her mind, and often verbal magic commands led to drastic consequences with strategy. A bright, clear barrier rose between her and the fireball, which deflected it back at the castor. His eyes widened in anticipation as he waved his hand, casting a spray of water infront of him which drowned out the fireball. He was about to cast another spell when a voice called out to the two.
"Thats enough for today. Good work."
Both looked over in surprise to see Arch Priest Magus looking over at them. Aya brightened up when she saw his old face. Magus was the same man that brought her from her wrecked home and life to the household of Aridanus, the house's clan name. He gestured at Aya. "Come, you still have much training to do today, but you did well.."
He waved off the boy. "You may leave now." The young man nodded, but stood there as they turned and headed off.
"You did well for your first test..though you seem distraught..tell me, what's on your mind? Is it your sister?" Aya slowly nodded to his question. She was thinking about Maya. She couldn't get her mind off her younger sister. What had happened to Maya? As far as Aya knew, she could be dead.
"Ah, there's no helping that. Our clan has been searching for your sister ever since you arrived here and there has been no trace of her...I would feel the same myself if I was in your shoes." Then he stopped suddenly, and Aya had stepped forward twice before she even knew he wasn't beside her, and turned to face him.
"But...As Priests..White Mages, we must not dwell on the past. The present, and the future, is what we should look on. What had happened then is irrelevant. What happens now, and how it affects our future, is however, relevant."
She nodded. "You are right, Master Magus..." Then she thought sadly....
"Your always right...."
Epilogue of Aya's History:
Aya graduated from the clan household at 16. Given her supplies and things she needed, as well as her priestly garments, she set off into the world, in search of her sister, and in search of a life long purpose in her life.
(Sorry for posting this at the wrong forum thread. >.< *Hangs a sign stating: "Baka" over her head.*)
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I like the character. Great job.
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Nothing tears the being more than deception

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I am not late at all LOL
GREAT JOB!!!!!!
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Oh my Gosh I'm 16 bit!

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Sorry it took so long, I didn't notice the posts in my character profiles. Sorry! Well, heres my physical description: Aya wears a white robe, that has red designs around the lip of the hood, the loose sleeves, and the bottom lip of the robe, which was two solid red lines that ran parallel with eachother along the whole lip or sleeve, with two sets of triangles in the middle that pointed at towards eachother inbetween, like a row of teeth, the top set had solid red outlines of the triangles, leaving a large middle portion white, while the bottom set was completely filled in. She had kept her hair the original way she had it, two long bangs at the sides of her face infront of her ears, while the rest was combed back into a natural tail. She kept with her a long, wooden staff, which ridged along the middle, like a lighting bolt, then straightened out before the top of the staff, which then the wood rose to form a waning moon. (Parasite Eve I was the best in my opinion. I liked how they mixed real time fighting style into a turn based system. It gives the player time to think about their moves and also dodge enemy attacks. The 2nd one wasn't so bad, but they butchered the fighting system in my opinion. >.< Anyways, I'm glad to have found a fellow Parasite Eve player, the game has been long lost to many players seasoned and new.)
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I agree I think you should move it!
EDIT: oops sorry, its already moved!
This post has been edited by Dragon_Hunter on Jun 3 2005, 07:15 AM
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