User Name: Petra
Haugen
Age: 22
Magic Affinity: Life Affinity -Injury Empathy: through touch Petra will be able to take medical maladies away from people. However, given that you cannot create nor destroy any energy, this includes destructive and healing components, the injury will not simply dissipate but will transfer to Petra herself, mirroring the patient before. This only happens through touch yet, this means that a simple brush with someone and she will gain all or a large portion of their injuries. As she grows more aware he will be able to only take portions of an injury to even out the pain and even transfer injuries.
Appearance: Petra would never categorize her as a graceful dame, everything about her falls straight from her father’s figure. Her form is built, yet her appearance is stalky and short standing at 5'2". She isn’t thick but she is a far cry form her mother’s willowy and frail frame. Her hands are large and strong; her legs tight and powerful. She’s a born climber like her father- made from the warm rock of the mountains. Her hair lacks lustre and is as dark as boiling coffee. Her skin is pale and dusted with freckles, pebbles across her face and arms- pale next to her piercing gaze of fjord waters.
Personality: Of the 16 personality types- Petra falls straight into the ESTJ portrait. Petra knew nothing but love in her youth, she is strong minded and finds herself completely comfortable in her own skin. She believes that she can control her environment and needs to have her ‘world’ running smoothly and systematically. She values honesty, respects laws and traditions and has the expectation that her peers share a similar view. Petra is in that sense very close-minded, but not to a fault. She doesn’t attack an opposing stance so much as doesn’t comprehend and cannot understand. Her world is built on facts derived from observation, logic and direct sensory stimulation. She is quick to express her thoughts and judgments in a situation forwardly and often lacks the biting of the tongue response and will vocalize her thoughts without much of a filter. When hitting one of these ‘misunderstanding’ ruts with Petra, it is best to explain in absolute terms or it will be lost to her and she’ll move on to a different train of thought.
Emotionally she tends to be overly detail oriented and doesn’t quite recognize the depths of what emotions carry. This isn’t to say she doesn’t hold emotions- she may in fact express her emotions more than one of her peers- if laughter illicit a good feeling- she will laugh. However, she not deals with the other side of the coin. Anxiety, depression and sadness all carry bad feelings with them and thus she will avoid the root causes of the emotions that make her feel less than ‘good’.
As an overly logical being, Petra puts forth full effort in everything she chooses to conquer- however it has to be something that aligns with her goals otherwise she will put that task on the backburner and ‘forget’ about it. However, if Petra is able to see the relevance of a goal she doesn’t understand, she will put every effort into understanding said goal and incorporating it into her quest for clarity and security.
History: [x] To paint a family portrait…
Felix Haugen never had busied himself with life beyond the snowy peaks. Something about the clean mountain air cleared his head and he fancied himself a simple man. He was smart and sharp as a tack however the words never stayed in place long enough for him to capture them- reading was more of a chore and he took to the outdoors as his classroom. He was an honest man who believed your worth was in direct correlation to the callouses on your hands- like his father before him. He fell in love as a boy to a girl of scrawny frame, Hazel. While her pale skin and limp hair of strawberry blonde was nothing special- to him the light off the ice made her as beautiful as a china doll. He was certain, at the young age of 12, that this woman would someday be his wife. Three years passed and he learned some clever poetry- his vocabulary mashed and poorly pronounced, she agreed to courtship purely out of pity and a fraction of flattery. When he was 18, he began asking her every day for her hand- she was impressed with his persistence and finally agreed- young lovers at 19. Magic never developed in him; maybe there was a freak mutation in his genes blocking it that also caused his mental state. He didn’t think much of it- content with his life.
Felix made his living through hunting, farming medicinal herbs of which his wife would use and concoct into medicines. The mountaineer and his apothecary wife lived a happy life far from the cities and in the harsh mountains. Then Hazel was pregnant with Petra. Her health was never strong before the pregnancy- the child in her only seemed to exacerbate her condition. 9 months and two weeks later Petra was born in a river of blood, healthy despite her failing mother. Hazel could not be saved and Felix was left with his wife’s ghost and newborn child. Initially the depression hit hard- but somehow he made it through his daughter’s early months. He vowed to keep her healthy and was born again as a new man by the time Petra offered up her first words of ‘poppa’, ‘goat’ and ‘no’.
Petra was a plump child; well fed and athletic- yet Felix always worried that his wife’s health would start shining through. It never did. Petra was a strong girl, learning ropes, knots and hitches so she could scale the cliffs like her father. She lived on the side of the rocks, in the rivers and never wandered far from her father’s loving gaze.
By the time Petra was 6, Felix knew his daughter had also dodged the proverbial bullet of ‘letter soup’. She attended classes like any other child and eventually grew curious to her mother’s books on medicinal properties of plants and stone. She was fascinated with the thought of her mother- an entity kept very much in mind through Felix’s tales- and strived to match Hazel’s intelligence. She did everything she could to commit the books to memory including creating field books of her own. During many pitched climbs she would stop and draw the fauna clinging to cliff face and take a sample to experiment with upon reaching home.
Felix was blessed with the best of both him and his wife- when he looked to Petra he saw the world he had shut out in fear of mockery. The world his wife left because of him. Petra was 8 when he sensed something was different about her. He had come home after cleaning game- a fresh cut seeping on his thumb and moved immediately to wash the wound and wrap it. Petra was dismayed and immediately went to her father’s aid- too young actually be of any help. As soon as her hands lain on his she shrieked and started sobbing. Fresh blood fell to the floor and he stood in awe looking down at his sobbing daughter. Her shaking hands now fresh with blood- a cut identical to his went up her finger. Felix immediately tended to his daughter’s wound- shocked to find his own hand devoid of any injury.
The pair hushed on the incident and Petra began to shrink away from her father until one day when she returned from the classroom she looked to him and stated solemnly. ‘I think I’m special like the other kids’. Magic was in his daughter and he had no other choice than to push her to lead the life he never could.
Petra dreaded the Academy but this was the only way to explore more of her ability and the studying was a familiar trend. Her father stayed on that mountain and despite his trouble with the written word he corresponded with his daughter- sending her sketches of the house, stories of Petra’s mother and praised. He was a rock for her in her difficult studies and tried to keep the salt stains clear of Petra’s letters but he couldn’t help but feeling the ache of having lost the last essence of his family too early. He was a changed man, quiet, vacant and never fully there. It’s as if he is halfway between that mountain home and in his wife’s embrace.
Petra faced her initial assessment later than most- mostly due to her unease about her magic. She finished her studies without being called for an assessment and immediately applied into a medic internship- knowing her strengths in this field and there she stays- moving from learning opportunity to classroom until the age 19 when she finally receives her medal. She chose the essence of Jenel witch-hazel, the coppery petals fitting her image of her mother- the flower one of healing and the name that of Felix’s blessed wife.
She wishes to move back to the mountains and be near her father once more.
