Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26210095-20170317021541

Name: Artoira Hadrianus

 Race: High Solarian Human   Description: The fifth daughter of an ancient but impoverished Solarian Noble Family, Artoira Hadrianus, from a young age, displayed magic potential. Her parents, obsessed with restoring the once-great Hadrianus name, sent her off to the Amarian Academy of Spellcraft to train from an early age. She proved to be an exceptional student, but not as powerful as her parents had hoped. Artoira was more inclined to be a scholar then a warrior, more comfortable in a library then a battlefield. Her parents were displeased, hoping for a great warrior to restore the Hadrianus name, and so, once her basic courses were finished, forcibly enlisted her to the Solarian Army. She hated it, but had little choice in the matter. While putting down a slave rebellion in the Solarian Plains, and she was finally forced into a true battle. There, something snapped. She doesn't remember exactly what happened, but it was certainly extremely destructive to both sides of the fighting, decimating the whole Southern Army and causing massive damage to the landscape, creating a virtual wasteland, as well as flattening two nearby cities. What happened after is mostly a blur. The next thing she remembers was being taken to the Arcadian Isles, and meeting Azarias Snow. There, far from the reach of Solaria, she continued her studies, and soon became one of the brightest students in the Academy, although she remains scarred by the amount of innocent lives she took that day, and has never forgiven herself. She is proving to be quite the accomplished Alchemist, and is one of the youngest students on record to design her own Canonica. Azarias reccomdned her for this mission, and so she decided to go as the quest's alchemist/medic/scholar.



Archive: Avarita



Thema: Amicita (She also has a Canonica of her own use)

Crest:



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Flare: She does not like to use her Flare, but it is a small rapier-sword of glowing silver, with a blue hilt.