Country Affiliation: Heliohapt
Race: Magician
Tier: D-Tier
Class:Magician
Age + Birthdate:June 5th She's 13
Gender: Female
Sexuality:Questioning
Personality: Quiet,introverted,reserved. These are just a few surfaces means of expressing how Salena's normal demeanor is. Though these reflect parts of her personality there is more to Salena that most people see at face value. Though she is fascinated by the world we live in and the magic coursing through it's veins as well as the veins of living beings,that fascination steams from a resentment of her being a magician. For it is the accursed
"blessing" of the rukh that gave way to her life of torment at the hand of her masters... She has a constant back and forth about whether she is proud to posses magic. Though it serves as the gateway for her to be able to talk to her closest friend Illia. It is also the reason she lives in constant torment.
Having known she was...different than other people she has been in tune with her magical energies since she was very young able to use the essence of life magic fluctuating through her to even communicate with other lifeforms outside her species. Most times these were her only companions...for there are few friends in the life of slavery.
Her harsh life of captivity contributes to the rather nonchalant and emotionless way she approaches human and humanoids characters. Be they human or magician...she has strong disdain for them all. But because she is still relatively weak and cannot break the chains that bind her she remains silent, suffering in the darkness...almost as if she was festering.
Her only escape has been her books! It was the only pleasure her oppressors allowed her. Often when she was to sore from the vile punishments they inflicted on her she would be found reading. The images and tales of lands ripe with beauty were the only thing that filled her soul with joy. Should the chance to escape into the realms unseen present itself, she fervently believed she would be ready to take that leap...it is the only piece of happiness she truly clings to.
She also though is quite intelligent and very observant. These facts making her ability to communicate uncanny for one her age. Salena has also had to become very adaptive. Because her particular magical gifts she is often shuffled from manor to manor for members of the conglomerate to get their fair share of her magoi for their tools. And so she's had to learn certain ways to appease these people on a cultural level in order to avoid barbarism as often as possible. She can read a person demeanor and analyze bodily language to formulate the most functional response and method of addressing them to get her desired outcome from them.
Likes: Salena enjoys talking to animals. Mostly spiders and rodents for they are the main creatures that visit her cell. But the few occasion she is allowed outside during transport she has spoken to a few birds and pets. Even though the creatures never engage her in conversation back, they also never attack or reject her like human do.
She also loves to read books. Often times they are her only rewards for a hard day of being used as a living battery. When she's read she fully immerses herself in whatever world is written in the books pages,often praying to the rukh for for a chance at freedom...no matter the kind of rukh to hear them.
Elane: Elane is an older woman that works for the Heliohapt lord that owns Salena. A maid by trade,Elane is responsible for feeding the slaves. Though she is a firm hand she does retain overall compassion in her heart. She though was particularly fond of Salena because of her unique hair.
When she first was taken from her family they left her with a pendant infused with rukh. It was said to belong to her mother who had died the day of her birth. She treasures it like nothing else in this world. It is the only things she has to remind of of the life she never had. The mother she wish could save her from a life of chains and labor...
Dislikes:People- Just about every human that she has met as been some low down drug lord life influenced bastard who a deep seeded regard for themselves and their possession. Spiteful creatures that do nothing but torment and drain her. The only one of the lot she finds partly redeemable is the maid they have feed her. The only soul to ever show her kindness.
Hair-Salena abhors her hair. It is her most outstanding trait by far, for it's unique color spectrum and combination bare an almost cosmic theme to it. It's the reason she is picked more often to be "siphoned" then the other slaves.
Aspirations: Freedom! The number on thing that most any slave lives for. The small hope of one day living a life free of bondage. To feel the breeze upon their skin be it gentle or rugged. Freedom so that she may finally feel the cold though inviting feel of water from a lake or ocean. She wants to explore the world in it's entirety. Every nook in cranny, from the slums to the palace. To bustling city's to small town and ancient ruins. She wants to learn of cultures and how the world outside works. But her inhibitions and malice for mankind make it...a difficult reality to create...so she simply wills those experiences in her dreams.
This fervent desire bares to sides however. For her other reason is to find her family. To discover the reasons why she had been sent away.To seek the truth surrounding who she is...where she is from. Her pendant is the only thing that points to her origins. But as fiercely as she wants to she cannot over power the forces that confine her,and she dare not show it to any of them for fear they would snatch it away from her.
Phobias/fears: There are not many things that provoke a feeling as powerful as fear out of Salena. But she has a phobia of being around people especially large groups of them. Everyone she's ever met as abused her on some level and she now retain mental scars surrounding humanity. She tend to get in a paranoid state,her breathing becomes rapid, her hands begin to sweat and her mind begins to spiral into a panic attack type sensation. So even though she is enamored by culture she'll most likely be more of an observer. Should she ever get the chance to taste being unbound to the Heliohapt manor shes trapped in.
Face-Claim: Pinterest Artist-TanyaShatseva
Hair Color: Salena actually is several different colors and hues. Some not known to this realms color spectrum.The known ones however are pink,violet,dark purple,light blue and traces of silver
Eye Color: Her eyes have a unique hue to them as well. Her outer irises are a light violet and her inner irises are a light piercing pink
Height: She not very tall. Though 13 she only about 5 ft (6in)
Weight: 54.4311 kg
Appearance: Overall Salena is a very gorgeous young lady. Her skin pale as snow and without blemish save for the light freckle patterns under her eyes and across her nose. They become more visible when using her magic. As one might expect of a slave her attire is rather dull and ragged. She wears a tattered black body length cloth and rugged undergarments. She has no shoes but ears clothes ripped from her body garment to serve as socks so her feet don't get to cold at night.
Her hair is a little past her shoulders and has a very light curl pattern. It is also teaming with the colors spoken of in the "Hair color" portion. Though when her magic is in effect or being tampered with(Be that by her emotions or actions of others) it begins to radiate a light reflecting those colors. It also symbolizes the amount of magoi she has left. The brighter to more power. The duller it is the less energy she has left.
Rukh Alignment: Despite the horrid and tragic life she been cursed with her rukh still show themselves to be white. Though she posses feelings of malice she still retain the light of hope that one day she can be free of chains and immerse herself in the free world outside of the manor. That and the faith she clings to that one day she will learn of her family and be welcomed back once she finds them. Elane, the care giver also gives her some type of faith in humanity. But she is teetering on the precipice of falling should she spend more of her life caged.
Special Features: Her hair and eyes are those features.
History: Of her origins Salena known very little virtually nothing really. Only that she is not of Heliohapt initially. Her earliest memory's steam from a time she can barely recall. She was around 2 years old when she last seen the world outside the walls around her. She scarcely remembers the faces of the family she was torn from nor the town that surrounded them. The only thing she remembers is the strong scent of pine.
Aside from that she posses a pendant that a figure presented to her the day she was sold into slavery. She can't recall now after more than ten years whether that being was her one of her parents or even sibling. She only recalls that it belonged to her mother with no other info but that. Her present day life however...those memories are clear as day.
She could never forget the first day she arrived in Heliohapt and the endless suffering she has been enduring since. The man who came to confiscate her from her family was a man with short scarlet hair and piercing eyes like that of lightning. After now what have been years of servitude she knows now that race of folks is known as the Fanalis. Thus began the events that slowly tipped the scale of her rukh. Her life of isolation and resent began. It was also the very first time she had laid eyes on the Rukh but paid little mind to it for she figured they were just little white butterflies of some sort.
The mysterious Fanalis took her then to Heliohapt . Her life of captivity now set into effect. He was the henchman of a powerful Heliohapt Lord. A man of considerable wealth and prestige who to the public was the epitome of valor, and good faith. However his true nature was that of a tyrant.
He is part of a conglomerate of international slave owners who have a habit of dealing with forbidden magical tools and the creation of such. But not just any ole slave owner but yet one that smuggled magicians. Using their connection to rukh as a means of charging,testing and empowering their creations and selling them for a huge profit on the black market.
Salena however was his crown jewel. Whatever her origin were they blessed her with a very potent magic, the rukh seemed to be bursting with vigor and fervor around her whilst vibrantly showing themselves. Perfect for giving life to things. Albeit a bit untamed it was her vast magoi supply and unique appearance that caused him to covet her ability to be siphoned for longer period of time. But more so her resiliency to never show a sign of emotion that made him want to rob her of every last piece of hope she was clinging to. She wanted to take her away her sense of free will. So that eventually she would not view her cage as such, but that of a home.
Ever since that day Salena became more aware of power vibrating within her. The little white butterflies were coming around much more often these days. As if the older she got, the more her mind matured the more fervent her wish for freedom grew. The more they would gather. Sometimes in vast amounts when she had just awoken and her magoi was high,and smaller amounts when she was drained and about to sleep. Unknown to her at the time she belonged to a race of wondrous being known as Magicians. She discovered this through the a book that Elane who was forbidden to speak on their anything about the slaves origins gave her as a gift. The book spoke of these strange phenomena as "Rukh" It was in this book that she learned of the eight magics.
Day in and day out after each "work" she would read that book. Practicing on how to keep her wellspring running like a river instead of raging like an ocean. Constantly meditating she eventually melded with her magic enough to gain control over her flow of magoi. The day she did this she met her first friend...a lonely spider had made its home in the corner of her cell. She spoke to this being,and though the beast never spoke back, often times found her self confessing her hopes and dreams. She named the spider Illia and used their connection as a means of comfort in these dark times. Illia would go out into the village and return. Salena would try her darnedest to pick Ilia's brain to learn what she saw outside. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. But having someone to talk to was enough...it was the only bit of solace she ever found. And it was at that moment she realized she was fated to become a magician of the Eighth type. A Magician of Life magic.
Present day she is still locked within her life of servitude. But she still has faith that she will one day be able to leave this cage. And see the world at her friend Illia the spider speaks of.
Role-Play Sample: A soft breeze fluttered about the space. It smelled of pine. Such a strong and familiar scent that roused her,but why? Her eyes shot open. When she came to, the sun would be found glistening it's wondrous light upon her. There were trees swaying to and fro for the breeze soon erupted into a mighty gale. Her iridescent locks moving with the lull of the winds howl. Building as large as giants stood around her. Encased in silver and lived with gold.Wow...what a view. She was practically fawning over the sight before her. She decided to get up, to walk around this beautiful world she found her self in. Yet the moment she tried to move...yet another breeze impeded her. But this one..this one was far more sinister.
It was a dark and frosty breeze and it sent a chill through her body. It was bitter that wind and carried an uneasy vibe. It woke her. Her eyes lazily drifted open, the cheap thin rage she used as a cover was lingering off her body. I-Is someone there? she spoke softly into the surrounding darkness. Shortly after, a single flame manifested bringing life once again to the constant reality of torture she lived.
Lord:Well well weren't you just sleeping so peacefully...Is that anyway to speak to your lord?
Her eyes widened.
Damn...
Just another dream.
Lord: Or perhaps you intend to slack off all day? Mongrel...
She immediately jumped up. Disregarding the fabric and kneeling before him though he stood outside her cell.Please my Lord forgive me...I am simply tired from yesterday's work load. Her face planted within her cold palms. She knew that if she did not slow his wrath...it would not end well for her. He had a fondness for trying to break her. Quite frankly...she'd grown tired of his tantrums.
Lord: Tch...no matter I suppose the fault belongs not solely to you. Elane has a tendency to coddle you creature. I however will not. Ready yourself at once! You've a long day ahead....
With that the Lord took both is leave and a bit of her dignity.Filthy cur... the phrase reverberated within her...one day she would leave this place. One day she would walk the realms that her dreams showed her.
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