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Name: Areem Southen
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Three
Birthday:11/23
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Heavy scarring remains around her wrists and ankles from her time of 'Redemption' as the flesh is distinctly pink from the rest of her pale complexion.
Personality: It can be difficult to discern her true personality as in truth even she herself seems to have trouble with her moods. While she can be extremely kind and caring, with an exceptional amount of patience...it never seems to reach her eyes in most situations. It can be described as something like a mother trying to have patience with a troublesome child, although in this situation much of humanity is the troublesome child and she, the weary mother. Those that would consider her more than an acquaintance are wise to be leery when she gets in these ‘maternal’ moods as it is precursor to violence.
Shy and reserved is an ideal mood to approach her in as she is quick to end conversations in favor of whatever task she is doing at the moment. That isn’t to say she will be rude about her request to be alone, but may be struggling to find the words to dismiss the person. People skills have never been her strongest point in her personality. During these moments she can become embarrassed and flustered much to the amusement of others. Eventually her protests fade into silence as she finally gives into whatever her conversation partner came to bother her about in the first place. When the time calls for it, she is brutally honest without a single thought to spare the feelings of another person.
Perhaps the most dangerous mood to find her in is during the heat of battle or when she is ‘experimenting’ with her magic. Opponents become little specks of dirt during the haze of battle or squawking children yelling about their ideals and morals. Fate wouldn’t have set a ‘Monster’ in their path if it wasn’t their time for Judgement. She was willed to play the Judge, Jury and Executor to end the Journey of the Hero..or at least break their spirits in the process. Any semblance of humanity seems to be overtaken with her Magic as she seeks to accomplish a beast’s simple goal..destroy. Hypocrisy seems to pour from her lips during these moments. How could someone like them preach to her about her actions when they themselves have been tainted in the process. That their souls should feel blessed that their Executioner has finally decided to end their little lives...it’s as Fate willed it. Disgust seems to curl in her stomach whenever someone begins a triade of morality and justice. Yet, insurmountable joy seems to radiate from her as she relishes the heat of battle. Afterall what is the measure of a human being when it comes to the perspective of a monster?
While this dangerous aura changes from a malevolent drive to an unstable obsession as she finds herself driven to expand her magical capabilities. While for your ‘normal’ magic user this is accomplished through training and such other activities. For Areem she has to immerse herself in the being of the monster from texts to the potential reality of it. It isn’t a surprise to find her gone on some trip to bathe in the blood of some exotically dangerous bird species and subsisting on a diet of their offspring..only to return with some new idea for tactics based on a creature who found it's carcass scavenged clean. Uncharacteristically ill-tempered and foul-mouthed becomes the norm towards anyone who interrupts her research, much less the person assigned to be ‘care-giver’ if the situation calls for least she do something too stupid in the hunt for knowledge.
As a leader, her skills are extremely lacking as it can be hard for her to explain her ideas and tactics ahead of time. This self-doubt can make it difficult for those under her charge to actually listen to her and the resulting chaos that follows. She is a much better as a follower as is easier for her to follow orders without question as long as she gets to relish the heat of battle even just for a moment.
Likes:
- Animals: Has a surprising soft spot for any type of creature as anything that slithers, baas or makes any other noise other than another human yammering in her ear makes for much better company.
- Sweets: It isn’t hard to soothe any grievances with a simple gift of local sweets. If Fate had decided to give her a normal life, she could have been a Master of all sorts of sweet confections.
- Travel:The world is her oyster and she means to explore every nook and cranny just to see what she has been missing.
Dislikes:
- Liars: Everyone lies about something from their level of wealth and status, origin, to the face of loved ones asking about their day. Due to her past, being lied to has made her put certain subjects or people on her black-list as she will coldly shut them down.
- Boisterous people: In her mind, there isn’t any reason for someone to be shouting every word that spews from their mouth.
- Spicy Foods: Has a poor tolerance for spiced food as the heat makes her feel sick to her stomach.
Motivations:
- The Truth: Her ideal world would be one without lies that everyone would speak be forced to be honest. To claim moral superiority would be laughable as so called ‘heros’ would be non-existent as their own selfish reasons would come to light. Everyone would be on an equal level with one another..or face the consequences.
- Security:The world is an extremely dangerous place as everyone seems to have secondary motivations that can change allies into enemies as the situation calls for it. It’s pointless to see the world through rose-tinted glasses that she will never be used again...but deep down she wishes for a night without waking up in fear.
- Monster-Hunter: The world is filled with thousands of creatures just waiting to be observed, picked apart and placed in a data-base. Not to mention the potential tools or magical items that could dissected from their corpses. A secret thrill goes through her at the thought of hunting something completely new.
Fears:
- The Tool: One of her biggest fears to just be turned into some sort of tool without the wielder giving any care for her own intentions to be directed at a target, like a simple little tool. This has made her notoriously paranoid when it comes to first working with allies as she finds it difficult to let her guard down.
- A Scavenger:To finally give into the darker whispers of her Magic and give up the shred of mortality that lurks with her heart unable to control her magic. To become completely inhuman unable to recollect her human life. Or even worse to completely give herself over willingly. To become a 'creature' of legend that haunts battlefields.
- Captive: To be returned to her restricted past and bound to it. Be it through metal and chain as her past deeds catch up to her or falling victim to her own delusions of magic.
General Appearance
Height: 5,5
Weight: 120
Hair: Black
Eyes: Amber
Skin Tone: Pale like freshly fallen snow
Appearance:
Overall: It would be hard for this young woman to walk into a room without turning a few heads given her appearance. Her general expression seems kind and patience, with an occasional smile seems to radiate mischief. Her raven black hair brushes just the end of her back. Normally styled in a loose fashion, but it can be a serious tell of her mood if it’s restrained in a ribbon. While she is not a giantess in height, there seems to be an aura of seriousness about her that can deter select annoyances. Her build isn’t dainty and delicate, but combat has given her a fit body without making her too muscular.
Much to her own personal dismay, the Gods have blessed her with a voluptuous figure that she normally keeps hidden away under a thick set of white silk robes. A tight hood shrouds her face and neck much of the time as her hair is bundled under it, this makes her eyes seem all the more expressive. This overall attire seems to give the impression to strangers that she is a ‘holy’ woman of some order on a some important duty requiring travel. Few people would decide to waste their time interrogating a simple soul going about her business. All the better for her true nature lurking beneath the innocent facade.
Remove the robes and hood, a very different style seems to emerge. Gone are the confines of the hood as her raven hair falls without order behind her back. White remains the primary color, but seems to act as a lure of temptation instead of innocence. Gold net-like strings climb to her throat as a collar of sorts to hold up the silk dress beneath it. The dress itself seems to be made of an airy silk-like material that seems to be enchanted with a sort of magic to allow movement of the wearer without fear of ripping. Fabric seems to strategically removed from the back and around her hips as it would be troublesome given her magic to constantly repair it. While the upper portion is relatively modest and restrictive, the lower portion is anything but that. The fabric seems to flare out in excess around her legs with slits giving her legs a greater range of movement. Her feet seem to be consistently bare-foot. Occasionally a horned headdress gives her a bit more flare as she particularly vain about this hunt..as it was her first one..a memory she shall prize.
Guild/Council
Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: To be located on her left collarbone.
Rank: D-Rank
