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Name: Anumita
Class: Apprentice (Dark Trainee)>Anatomist (Necromancer)>Black Alchemist (Summoner)
Character Skill: Renewal: At the start of each Player turn, you regain HP equal to 1/5 of your Maximum HP, rounded down.
Affinity:
Personal Fault: Morbid Curiosity [Mita suffers -10 Hit and Eva when within 3 tiles of a downed ally. This penalty stakes for every downed ally within range, maxing at 3 allies and -30 Hit and Eva]
 
Personal Skills:
/Smiling Terror: [Mita gains +10 Crit when she is above 50% HP]
//Simple Anatomy: [Mita adds +5 to total HP restored when reviving downed allies with curative items]
///Grail Osmosis: [Mite gains +5% to Renewal healing rate when she is at or below 50% HP]

Class Special: N/A
Preferred Stats: Mag,Skl
Weapon Profs: Dark (E)
Total Level: 1
Level/Tier: 1/Trainee
Initial Stats: (330%)
HP: 18 [+2*2] (100%)
STR: 0 (-%)
MAG: 5 (65%)
SKL: 5 (70%)
LCK: 0 (10%)
DEF:  0 (10%)
RES:  3 (10%)
SPD: 3 [+2] (70%)

CON: 5
AID: 4
MOV: 4


Current Stats:
HP: 22 (100%)
STR: 0 (-%)
MAG: 5 (65%)
SKL: 5 (70%)
LCK: 0 (10%)
DEF:  0 (10%)
RES:  3 (10%)
SPD: 5 (70%)


Starting Weapon: Flux


Bio: Growing up, Anumita knew little of what a typical child within the domain of Shari’Val experienced. There were no sweet songs and lullabies sung by a mother who loved her unconditionally, no daily worship at the feet of one of the many Vadas shrines, nor even the joy brought by the many festivities held by the faithful. No. The only lullabies Anumita ever knew were the many incantations and calculations she recited to herself as she drifted off to sleep. There was no daily worship because there were daily lessons to be learned and skills to be mastered. And her joy was brought by aiding her father in moving ever closer to his ultimate goal.

As an infant, Anumita was found by the hermit scholar Veda Sri as she floated down the river, abandoned to the quite literal tides of fate by a family who either did not want her, or could not provide for her. The devout among the Shari’Valian might’ve said that it was the Vadas themselves which compelled Veda Sri to pluck this poor babe from the waters and raise her as his own. Veda Sri himself might’ve even said as much, in a different life long ago. The harsh truth of it however, was that there was no divine compulsion behind his actions that day. Veda Sri had instead sensed the immense life force the baby girl possessed, and for that reason alone intervened in what otherwise would’ve been certain death. Or, in her master’s own words, as Anumita would hear them years later “It would’ve been a crime to let that much life energy be thrown away, wasted by ignorant parents.”

Veda Sri was a man of walking contradictions, from Anumita’s experience. He lived in a ruined, forgotten temple deep in the heart of the Waterlands, yet denounced the cult of the Vadas with a fiery passion. He had known love once, but claimed that time was gone, and he could never know it again. He was once even a priest of the Vadas, but even then had his blasphemous doubts and insatiable curiosity of true the workings of the world, both the physical and intangible. He sought knowledge of the darkest and most forbidden of sorts, of how to pierce the veil of death and restore those beyond it to true life, yet never once allowed an innocent person to be harmed or killed in the course of his research. He claimed she was simply his apprentice, that saving her had nothing to do with sentimentality, yet he guided her and nurtured her with all the love and care of a stern father.

He was the most brilliant man she ever knew, and the only family she’d ever had. Everything she knew of the dark arts, of the art and science which so many of the more superstitiously inclined needlessly shrouded with mysticism and fear, she learned from him. And someday, she hoped to be at his side when he finally unlocked the secret to overcoming the cruel laws of nature and granting life back to those who had it stolen from them.

But that day would never come. In Veda Sri’s research, he had devised many ways to heal the desperately ill and dying, to give hope to those who had been denied it by more conventional, non-sacrilegious avenues. “Essence-Transferring” he called it. Obeying the only law that mattered to him, that of equivalent exchange, he would sacrifice the life of one organism, sometimes more than one, in order to save that of another.  To those he had saved through this message, he was a saint, even if in truth he was an apostate. Inevitably, the wrong words would leave the wrong lips. And those words would be heard by the wrong people.

Anumita recalls little of that night. Only that her master woke her with a start, thrusts his most important research into a rucksack for her to carry, and told her to flee, to run far and run fast, and to not stop until she had left the Waterlands. And to never let their dream die. As she fled through the back of the old temple, she could see them. Dozens of the faith militia, led by a few priests of the Vadas. Bows, spears, fire, and darkness in hand. Their home set ablaze. Veda Sri charging out to meet the persecutors, arms outstretched the spirits of all those who knew his cause to be kind and just in one final call for aid. A torrent of darkness answered, swallowing the senses of all who were present, and in the process causing Anumita to fall into the same river from whence she’d been rescued.

And then… nothing.
 
When Anumita awoke, she was cold, wet, and alone. Well… not alone, given the settlement just off in the distance, nestled along the shore. Whatever her master had done, whatever he had summoned with his beseeching… she had a feeling this had been his true intent. No natural river currents would have carried her this far, or this safely, to a place so conducive to her flight from this madness. Came daybreak, she bartered what few valuables she carried and found passage with the first fisherman willing to not ask any questions.

Anumita has traveled far and wide since that dark night, striving to expand upon her master’s research and ignite the dream he had kindled in her heart since childhood. True to her master’s teachings however, the use of Innocents as research subjects was unthinkable. Thus, Anumita wasted no opportunities to enlist the aid of highwayman, bandits, and brigands in her pursuit of forbidden knowledge. Such a small, unassuming girl… travelling alone… surely, she would be easy pickings. That is precisely the mentality that facilitated Anumita continuing her research, Striking down the cruel and the wicked with an unwavering smile on her face before putting their bodies to better use. Still, she has much to learn before she has any hope of ever achieving her master’s dream.

And what better way to potentially gain the knowledge she needs than through exploring the greater unknown? Thus, when the call for mercenaries to accompany the royal expedition was made, she eagerly volunteered her services, stressing how useful it might be to have someone skilled in the dark arts while facing the countless dangers that strange and alien lands are bound to hold. And even if they didn’t want her along as a scholar, another soul capable of holding its own in battle was also a benefit, no?

Name: Caridin Shale
Alias: Raguel
Age: 22
Theme: The Mother Will Comes
Plane: Pride
Motivation: To tear down the corrupt pillars of the world’s current status quo is a task that requires great strength. Strength beyond the means of any single mortal man. Caridin knows this, knows it well… he has been taught it many times throughout his journey. Now is the perfect opportunity to surpass the limits of mortal men, and he has no intention to waste it. He may or may not also thirst for the blood of a certain deposed politician...

Personality: A young man from humble origins, once possessed by endless, but righteous, fury and hate for the injustices he and those like him had suffered. Now reborn thanks to the ebbing of the all consuming light that had once dominated his soul, he seeks to balance his untamed zeal and fury with the reason and compassion he knows his parents would want him to exercise in these trying times. While he is still far from finding the answer to the question he pursues, he will let nothing stop him from working his way towards it, slowly but surely. Even if, in the course of finding said answer, he must learn to surpass the human capacity to contain and control the natural desire to wreak vengeance and destruction upon one's foes.

Appearance: A young Caucasian man standing at 5’10” with a sinewy build. His eyes are emerald green and glimmer with resolute intensity, shifting to pale gold during times of great duress. His ash grey hair falls in short, stringy locks down to his chin, parted in the center in order to avoid obscuring his vision, while his sharp nose complements his jawline. His primary outfit consists of leather boots, black trousers, a dark grey shirt, and a brown leather jacket.

Mech Appearance: The Raguel, is a towering, humanoid juggernaut decked out in white armor plating with dark grey joints and gold accenting that flares with ominous light. It’s plating grows bulkier around its chest and primary joints, but becomes sleeker towards the waist and the rest of its body. It’s chest and pauldrons are all shaped into triangular peaks, while a set of twin rocket thrusters are embedded in it’s back and emit vibrant blue flames when active. Its legs and shoulders are outfitted with singular versions of the same thrusters as well. Its helm bears a radiant crown and prominent feathered motifs, along with a gold visor. The points of the crown are actually sensor arrays which help detect incoming threats from all sides, as well as collecting various types of information about the mech’s surroundings. Attached to its side is a large sword handle with ornate gold decoration; when activated, a blade of translucent white light projects from the hilt, measuring roughly half as long as the Raguel is tall.

The Raguel has no  traditional controls to speak of. Instead, the armor has been ensorceled to mirror Caridin’s movements and respond to his neural impulses.

Mech (Revelation) 15/17
Speed: 3 [The Raguel is not built for blistering speed, and as such it is limited to just above peak human speed on foot. The thrusters embedded in it’s back and legs, however, allow it to hover along at a slightly higher pace even on their lowest power, and when flared to their highest can provide it with a short but considerable burst of speed and/or altitude to reposition itself before they have to cool back down.]

Melee: 6 [The Raguel is strong enough to destroy reinforced concrete walls in a single punch. It’s primary weapon, Judgement, is a blade of magically hardened light, rendering it absurdly sharp and able to hit enemies with both its physical impact, and the arcane energy which holds it together. On top of that, Judgement is also outfitted with a special module to “excite” and amplify the light used in it, turning the blade from just a length of hardened light into a high powered laser beam contained in blade form. A direct strike from it while in this mode is hot enough to melt steel like butter, and the waste heat it gives off is considerable.]

Firepower: 0 [The Raguel has no need for guns. Caridin’s spark can make it a consistent threat regardless of distance.]

Armor: 6 [The Raguel’s armor is designed to survive relentless onslaughts of attacks while still remaining perfectly combat able. The toughness of it’s alloy plating can stand up to even heavy impacts, the carbon nanotubes distributed throughout said alloy will disperse any energy that is somehow not absorbed to fuel Caridin’s spark, and the various warding sigils inscribed into the plating will dampen the potency of any hostile magick used against it. The true secret to it’s defense however, lies in the fact that its armor has multiple layers, each one designed to maximize the amount of punishment it takes to reach it’s critical systems. As such, the Raguel doesn’t survive so much by tinking attacks as it does by just having an unholy amount of hull integrity to chew through.]

Spells: 4 slots (2 points spent)
Favor Burst (3)- A self-augmentation spell. The Raguel infuses itself with large amounts of fluid favor before instantly expelling it in a manner similar to a jet burst, granting it a brief, but very high burst of speed and physical power. Given the raw power requirements and somewhat dangerous nature of this spell's operation, extraordinary concentration is needed to successfully cast it. It additionally causes great stress on the mech even when done successfully, so much as to begin deteriorating it if overused in a short span of time.

Coils of Light (1)- A peculiar manipulation spell which only affects the destructive light produced by Caridin's spark. It can only be cast when caridin unleashes it, but will grant caridin far greater control over it, allowing him to alter the shape of its usual beam into other forms, such as an explosive blast, a radial shockwave centered around him, etc. While this spell does not change the overall power of his spark’s output, it will appropriately alter the distribution of said power across the it’s area of effect depending on the form it takes (ex, explosive forms distribute the power in a single burst, rather than as a constant output like the standard beam).

Spark: Smite [Caridin has an internal supply of destructive light. This light grows stronger by drawing in and absorbing energy from his surroundings, increasing it's destructive potential as it does so. Both ambient energy and more concentrated forms (such as those used for energy/elemental/explosive attacks, etc.) can be absorbed, but the latter will intensify the light at a much quicker rate. So long as the light has a charge, he can channel the entirety of it's power into his weapon and unleash it in the form of a massive beam of elemental light. The destructive potential of this elemental beam varies based on how much of a charge it has gained since it's last use, but even at it's lowest possible charge it will still hit with destructive force equal to one of Caridin's regular attacks.]

Personal Skill: Hyper Scrutiny: When Caridin truly puts his mind to something, the amount of retention and attention to detail he can muster is astonishing. By hyperfocusing on something (ex, objects, events, people, etc.) he can engrave its every detail into his mind. The amount of time required for him to fully memorize something in this manner rises depending on the subject's complexity, but given enough time he can theoretically memorize even the most complex things down to their most minute detail. In combat this skill allows him to memorize his opponents fighting style and capabilities, better preparing him for subsequent encounters.