Stats:
Name: Rosel Shimala
Race: Chaos Twilif
Class: Incantor
Weapons: She has powerful magic, even more so when she taps into her element to use it.
Personality: Being thrown from her homeland has left her angry both at her people and the world she was thrown into. Not just because of her element does she seek the undoing of the order she sees on Asgard; her race enforces strict order and discipline upon themselves and growing up a child of Chaos, Rosel was punished often. Growing up with no friends, she has learned that staying alone is her best bet. Her recent defeat at the hands of Efreet forced her to recognize forces stronger than she is, and she grudgingly bows to them. If only until she becomes strong enough not to.
RP Stats:
Incantor
-HP: 100
-AP: 10
~The Story Thus Far~
~Current Location:
Wandering around Emberfall
~Friends:
None
~Enemies:
Essentially everyone
~Quests Completed:
Defeat of Sann
Loss to and defeat of Efreet
~The Beginning~
Rosel was suddenly aware of pain cutting through the darkness and she groaned. Her back and arms hurt and sharp things were digging into her sides. Opening her eyes, she received an eyeful of a world she had only seen in books. Trees, real trees with leaves and bark and roots, towered over her, filtering the sunlight into splotches.
There was half a question of how she had gotten there before the memories flooded back. And the anger came with them. The elders, those ancient, doddling, senile, old men. Her mother. Her father. Her sister. Everyone. Anger and hatred seared through her chest and she knew her chaos was flitting out around her. The tree next to her hissed and she turned to watch the bark melt away with savage satisfaction. So they would abandon her here, would they? Just rip her away from her home and dump her on the lower world? The hissing grew louder. Well it was just fine with her, she didn't need them, not any of them. Not their rules and lines and shoulds and should nots, no, Rosel Shimala would do very fine away from the people who scorned and punished her day in and day out, just because they couldn't handle a little change in their precious routines.
A wicked grin spread. No use pretending in her own mind. She didn't just want change, she wanted chaos. Delicious chaos. Such a lovely word it was, spat like a curse at her for as long as she could remember. Finally got fed up with me, she thought bitterly and stood up. The tree next to her was oozing into a puddle at its base.
She would teach them. She would be back. And when she returned, she'd destroy both them and their rules.
