Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 0:12:51 GMT -5
Full Name: Fira Luella
Gender: Female
Age: 119 (appears 19)
Dorm: Pyxis
Power(s):
Fira Luella has the power of pyrokenisis, and has had the ability to summon flame at any time and in any form has been with her since birth. Her power works by putting into thought what she wants and where she wants it, and what it will affect. The affects can include such as putting it over herself but not burning herself, or doing the same for another. She also can make it into objects such as shields and arrows that will burn in contact, or other such things. She can make and maintain a small fire for hours on end, as long as she is within a one hundred foot range of it. Her power can be harmful to herself though, if she uses her powers for too long or uses too much at once it brings her temperature up, at first to a fever level, until she gets so hot she can boil water. If she gets into this state and is not cooled off fast it can be very dangerous for her well being and even life. If one were to carry her during one of this moments they would be burned just by touching her skin.
When that happens she will often sleep for a day or more, recovering all the while with her quickened healing, which is a side effect of her near-immortality.
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Appearance:
Fira Luella is of mythical decent, a pure blooded Fae, which is evident in the fact that she has some different physical appearances than a human, such as her pointer ears and longer canines.
Fira is of tall and slim build, built for speed and grace more than strength. She has a total height of 6'5, and although her legs make up a good amount of her height she still has proper proportions.
Her weight is a total of one hundred and seventy three pounds (173 lb), a healthy weight for her height, most of which is muscle, though she still has an amount of fat that is considered normal.
Fira's hair is a wind blown thing, mostly straight with a few curves. It's length is a little long, as she prefers it long, though she never puts it up, except if planning to fight. Her hair riches the mid of her back, and is a pure white that almost glows at night.
Her eyes are a beautiful oddity, their main color is a bright, vivid blue with a ring of glowing gold, and her pupil is often slitted like a cats, but when in low levels of light it is almost the same as a humans pupils.
Her teeth are a shining white, almost the same color of her hair, and her longer, sharper canines are yet another sign of her Fae heritage, and she will often bare them when made or to scare others, which often works.
She has one tattoo, one of blue and gols fire swirling around each other into the shape of a dragon, and it is located on her left arm, the opposite of the one she dudes to right and draw, and it starts from just above her wrist to a little bit under her shoulder as it ends in a blast of turquoise fire from the dragons mouth.
She has a deep blue peircing on her pointy-tipped ear, and a golden one on the opposite side, her right side, which is near the pointed tip of her ear, another sign of her Fae heritage being the pointed ears.
She has one scar, a line of four scratch marks from her collar bone in the left side to the side of her throat, and the skin there is an ever paler color than her very light skin.
She wears no jewelry, as she finds it annoying and unneeded.
She carries herself almost regally, always graceful yet quick whenever it is possible, only not using this normal way of moving when she is furious of hurrying somewhere extremely fast, going her maximum speed of about fifteen miles per hour.
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Personality:
Fira Luella is a naturally a pain in the neck, being rude whenever she can, and not very pleasent when angered, which can result in bursts of fire or sometimes turning into her dragoness form as her vision becomes red. She occasionally is in a good mood, which involves her actually shutting up for once and maybe throwing a compliment or two your way, and /not/ blowing anyone's head on fire.
She can seem a little weird to most, though if you get to know her she is less hostile and might start acting a bit more normal. Just a bit.
Finding Fira in a bad mood is no pleasent sight, especially if you say something to tuck her off and there is no bucket of water near. One of the few things that calms her is her hobby, pottery and glass making, both sides by her pyrokenisis. She has a few of her creations in her room, one of her dragon form and another of a wildfire.
Her quirk is that she will often say older words, and this is because of her older age, she actually being around a hundred though her appearance is nineteen (19), because of her near-immortality slowing her aging considerably.
She has a few unique things she will do occasionally, mostly because of her species. When angered she will bare her teeth and her eyes will slit, and she will sometimes give an obscene gesture. She will sometimes bare her teeth simply to frighten someone off, or just frighten someone.
Picture: Optional.
Weaknesses:
Fira has a very strong weakness to water, drowning her worst fear, as she has an intense Harris of water in any form, and will avoid it at all costs, the only exception showering. This is because of her power and something that happened to her a long time ago, which she doesn't like to speak of.
Her personality weakness is of a smart comeback, where it will take her a minute to think of something even Breyer to reprimand them, which she accompanied by growling, and sometimes but rarely, hissing.
She also has a physical weakness to using too much of her magic, which if she does she will start to burn from the inside out. (More details in power section).
Strengths:
Fira Luella is strong against any burnable material.
This would include any organic materials, along with ice. She is strong against any organic material such as wood or grass because of her power of fire, and the exact same goes for ice, which both are weak against flames.
She has a high intellectual level, and is quite fast, as her top speed is a total of fifteen mph,.
She also has a smaller strength against water, but only if her fire is hot enough to evaporate it, but getting it to that heat and fighting for a while and fighting against water is a risky procedure.
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History & Family:
Fira was born a hundred and nineteen (119) years ago, on a continent who's name was long forgotten, though she has managed to remember the name of the town. Village, is what it was back then.
She was born in Birchland, a large forest with a village in the heart of it. She was born in the middle of the night, during a raging storm. Her mother had died from blood loss while giving birth, leaving her to her father. His name has been lost to the ages, though she still remembered his voice, his face. When she was about thirteen years old fire circled their village out of no where. That was the day Fira's Magic appeared, and she gained the ability to use it along with her other form.
She had been born a single child, had lived a single child, and would be trained alone, as she was the only child of her age at the time. She began working with her fire, and as she did she grew older. She did fine for a while, until at the age of sixteen (16),one day on the celebration of the new year she was asked to keep the dozens of fires and torches lit as they celebrated. So she did just that, for hours and goes on end, until she was told to take a break. But she couldn't move, and her temperature was much too hot, as if in her beings magma took the place of her blood.
She was rushed to the nearest river, where they dunked her in. And steam rose from the surface. They did so several times, each time the water not steaming as much as the time before. Eventually she had cooled down enough to normal temperature, and she was taken to her bed. Where she slept. And slept. She slept for three days straight, before she awoke, to see her fathers face, to see the still visible burns on his hands where he had held her.
It's been decades since then, and her father was long gone, shot down by a rogue. That was the first time she had erupted with fury, and she shifted, before laying waste to the rogues hideout. And the surrounding forest.
that, too, was decades ago. She's since moved on, though that hole was still in her heart, as she was still bitter from it.
After a while she heard of this new school, and decided it couldn't be that much of a waste. After all, she had a few hundred more years, maybe a thousand or more if she was lucky.
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In Character sample:
Fira sighed as she sat down against a tree, the gentle wind blowing her pure white hair around her, like a white waterfall over her shoulders and face. The tips of her pointed ears poked out through the snowy white cascade of hair, and her bright blue and gold eyes searched the area infront of her. She released a breath of relief into the air, closing her eyes briefly.
She then stood up, swiftly, nimbly, before she gracefully, almost regally, put one pale foot infront of the other as she raised her head high, and made her way away from the tree, and towards the inside of the nearest building. Once inside, she wandered aimlessly along the halls, occasionally baring her fangs at someone who looked at her a little longer than she would have liked, or someone that looked at her in the wrong way. God, she hated people so much sometimes. She realized most of them had probably never seen her kind, but she wasn't that different. The only difference between them were longer, pointier ears, longer, sharper fangs and some other things.
She ended up walking through the building until she reached another set of doors that would lead her outside. She walked through them, and kept walking even after she was a good distance from all the buildings. After walking a few more feet she paused, and willed herself to create a small Burst of turquoise flame, and it danced along her finger tips as she flexed them.
