SALVATORE, Asana -wip-

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' ' T.HE P.LAYER ; ;

N.ame;; Qntal
A.ge;; 143,979,869,867
O.ther C.haracters;; None
H.ow D.id Y.ou F.ind U.s;; .....I forgot xD

' ' T.HE B.ASICS ; ;

F.ull N.ame;; Asana Anarchy Salvatore

N.ick N.ames;; A / Anarchy / Sana

A.ge;; O.ne H.undred & T.wenty - S.even

G.ender;; Female

R.ace;; New Race/Species.

S.exuality;; Heterosexual

' ' THE MAGIC ; ;

P.ower;;
Illusion - What do you come up with when you hear the word illusion? Magicians, swirly little black and white things, rabbits coming out of hats? Well, try to expand on the subject and really think deeply. A's illusion comes with more depths than what you expect to see. She has the gift to reach out with her mind and to 'grab' your worst fears from your mind and make you see them as though they are truly there. You will not be able to see anything else, hear anything else, or physically feel anything else as you are held within the magics grasp. The illusion magic will hold your mind tight in it's grasp so that it appears you are experiencing your worst nightmare. The magic can be powerful enough to kill you if you die in the illusionary world because your mind thinks you are dead, and then you are dead. While a opponent is feeling the magic, they are either standing still with glazed eyes or sitting down and clawing at their eyes and mind, trying to break free of the strong hold she has upon them.

Another aspect of the power is that A can take out your dreams and such and let you experience them. She is not the kind of girl who is cruel and will make you face your fears. If you are having a bad day, or if you are feeling bad, she will let you live your sweetest dreams or wishes to bring your spirit's up. The world she makes up are colorful and beautiful, and actually feel if you are standing in the real place. Though, like I explained earlier, her magic can be fatal if you fall too deep into the depth of illusionary. Growing too attatched to the magic can be a serious mistake, so A tries to use it as little as possible on one person's mind.

The last aspect of the illusionary magic is that Asana can make you feel and hear things that you wound never actually hear before. You could be in the amazon rain forest and hear the cries of a jackal or african wild dog. You could be in the ocean and hear the cries of a eagle or the hoot of a owl. Asana's magic can confuse the mind, and the senses until you are weary of trusting those senses the body relies on. The illusionary magic is powerful, so try not to fall to far in it's depths.

W.eakness;;
Alas, all powers have a deep weakness. When she stops using the power of another, A is very dizzy and usually sleeps for a couple hours, experiencing untold agony as a reciprocation for using the gift on another's mind. Some may call her power useless because of this, but A does not think so. She thinks that the reciprocation is fair because she has 'raped' ones mind with each use of her gift. Another weakness is that A cannot use the gift on more then two or three opponents at a time. No one really understands why, but it could be that the magic strains at the seams of her mind and that she cannot hold the magic on many powerful minds of her opponents without serve reciprocation.

O.ther;;
The illusionary magic cannot be used repeatedly on a mortal/immortal/demi-mortal without causing slight insanity or damage to the mind.
ANOTHER TERM ISH - M.ind B.reaking.

' ' T.HE A.PPEARENCE ; ;

H.air c.olor & S.tyle;; A has brown hair, with a white lock on the right side of her temple. Her hair is layered thickly, and rolls down to her shoulders in straight, silken waves.

E.ye c.olor;; Pale, copper gold.

S.kin T.one;; A honey cream that is lightly tanned by the sun.

H.eight & W.eight;; A is five feet six inches and weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds.

B.uild;; A is a slim, but well formed girl. She has good C cup breasts, which she is proud of. She has a lean stomach, small hips, and long, lean legs that end in small feet. A is muscular, but not to buff that she appears to be a male. Her figure is curvy enough, but not to much that catches a guys eye and keeps them looking.

S.cars & T.attoos;;

T.he S.cars;;

• [N.umber 1]A has a fine amount of scars that blemish her natural beauty. One scar starts from the left side of her temple, travels down her cheek, and brushes right at the end of her jaw. The scar is thin, and a pale color that stands out against her darker skin tone. It was aquired from her first battle, a sword catching her unaware while she used her magic.
  
• [N.umber 2]The second scar starts from the left side of her belly, crosses over the soft flesh, and ends at the right hip. This one is slightly larger then the first, and more noticeable then the first, because it is a milky shade of white, not the light cream shade of the other. This is a recent scar, not the fading one of the first.
  
• [N.umber 3] The third and last scar is across her right calf. The scar is three, long thick scars created from the swipe of a large feline. The scars are still a bit red and puffy, for they are the most recent of her wounds. The scar will not open up anytime soon to bleed, but the wound does ache and give a jab of pain from time to time. Her leg sometimes goes numb and fails her, so that she cannot run or even jog.
  

T.he T.attoo's;;

• [T.attoo 1] The first tattoo is placed upon A's back and around her hips. It is a wyvern, with its head brushing the nape of her neck, the body running down her spine, and the tail wrapping around her hips. The wyvern's wings curve around her ribs, and meet below her breasts. It's color is a deep, deep rustic maroon red. The edges are lined in a pale black with silver tints.
  
• [T.attoo 2] The second tattoo is a heart with a bow and arrow running through it that is upon butt. No one can seat it because she does not go around mooning people. The color is a milky blue, the arrow that is, and the heart a vibrant pink.
  
• [T.attoo 3] The third and final tattoo is a wolf paw print on her lower back. The color is pure black outline, with silver claws and a slate color for the inside. She has that marking because she favors the wolf and canine animals.

O.ther;;

• C.lothing S.tyle - A wears black, white, grey and white cotton tops that show a bit of her stomach, but not much. She wears breeches that are low on her hips, and cover the top of her black boots. Her hair is left down, only up in a ponytail when she is in battle.
  
• J.ewelry - None what so ever. She thinks they get in the way.
  
• P.iercings - Ok, so A has one piercing beside the regular ear piercing. Her belly button has a small piercing with a crescent moon dangling it from a half of a inch long chain. It's silvery blue in color and gives people a next perspective of her.
  
• P.osture - A is usually leaning against a wall, or sitting down with her legs spread out. The usual posture for a girl such as she.
  

O.verall A.ppearence;;

' ' THE PERSONALITY ; ;

L.ikes;;

• Running into danger
  
• Fighting
  
• Causing Trouble
  
• Running - Period
  
• Swimming
  
• Singing - Not one comment -evil eye-
  
• Flirting
  
• Canines
  
• Annoying the hell out of people
  
• Using her long bow
  
• Competition
  
• Equines
  

D.islikes;;

• Doing nothing
  
• Fire
  
• Being told what to do
  
• Treated like a child
  
• Disrespect
  
• Children
  
• Commitment - Means no to marriage, boyfriends, ect.
  
• Mistakes
  
• Irresponsibility
  
• Laziness
  
• Females
  
• Drinking
  
• Anyone who mistreats a animal, particularly a dog or horse.
  

S.trength;;

• Illusionary magic
  
• Physical Fighting
  
• Long - Bow
  
• Annoying people
  
• Riding
  
• Agility
  

W.eakness;;

• Making friends
  
• Using magic in long distance
  
• Fire
  
• Stamina
  
• Temper
  

F.ears;;

• Fire
  
• Death
  
• Rape
  
• Betrayel
  

H.abits;;

• Pacing when angry
  
• Drawing when thinking
  
• When dreaming, her magic comes out and other's see her dreams
  

S.ecrets;;

• Virgin
  
• Not as cold as she seems
  
• Her magic is her greatest weakness. Too much being used at one period of time or in a period of a week can cause lack of energy, strength, or comatose.
  

G.oals;;

• Join a fraction
  
• Making more friends then enemies
  
• Master her fear of fire
  

O.verall P.ersonality;;

' ' THE STORY ; ;

S.ire;; Requiem
D.am;; Vaia
S.iblings;; Rau Simpire
R.elatives;; None
S.pouse;; None
C.hildren;; None
H.istory;;

' ' ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ;;

The sun was just coming up above the mountains. A cool wind flowing through the tree's, catching the leaves and the branches with it's icy grasp. The sun flowed up like a shimmering ball of fire, which it was if you wanted to get intellectual. Thick, fluffy clouds rolled through the sky, a pink hue at the edges because of the glorious sunrise. The sky was a rich pale cerulean blue, with violet red hightlights and a tangereen orange that swirled through like cotton candy. The forest trees stood tall, bark stripped from their trunks by the starving deer. The branches were spread out, snow piling up and making the branches groan and ready to give away beneath the weight. The snow was crystaline white powder that was fresh without the slightest footsteps marring it's beauty. Birds awakened from their slumber, wings fluttering as they dropped snow from their feathers. Many begin to sing a morning song, flapping their wings and flighing through the sky. A deer shook her brown pelt, climbing to her feet as she readied for another day of searching for food. Her fawn got to his feet as well, clinging to his mother's side. The doe smiled slightly and began to pick her way through the forest, pressing soft footsteps in the wet snow. The fawn keeping up on thin, gangly pillars. A fox moved silently, paws leaving nay a mark on the snow as it tracked a hare across the field. The hare suddenly stiffened, then bolted as it senses the red fox. The vulpes went after it, quick on it's paws. Within moments, the rabbit was in it's jowls, lying limp from a crack in it's neck. A quick death to the hare, thakfully. Life and death was the cycle of the world.

Now, the forest was filled with music notes. A stream cutting through the forest, giving a soft trickling background to the singing birds. The silvery white water lapping at a pebbled shore dotted with slick ice and dew. The stream dumped into a large lake, which stood clear and still that morning. The water reflected the colors of the sky, so it was a cerulean blue with pink and tangereen. A waterfall bubbled to the east, splashing from a cliff, down into the silver lake. It was not as large as many of it's breathen, but it held its beauty none the less. The silent lapping of the water against the shore was peaceful, giving a sense of security to those around it. A moose stood at one end, standing in the shallow waters, muzzle buried deep as it gulped the cold water down it's parched throat. A grunt escaped it's maw as the crown lifted, water pebbling on a black lip like a diamond. Shaking thick antlers, the moose turned and ambled back into the forest. A cold wind flowed across the lake, sending puffs of the snow to fall lightly upon the surface. They melted slowly, dissapearing into the liquid as they had once been before falling down as snow. Everything was so beautfiul, so in peace and in harmony. The music a sweet lullaby to any human who heard it without disrupting the silence.

Then, to add variety to the birds, the wind, the doe, the fox, and every other part of the wildlife, a howl broke through. The music flowed softly, touching auds with its softness. With it's melodic tune that sang of sadness, of a bitter loniless that none could quench. A need for a companion, for someone to make the lupine smile once more. A call for someone to keep them from vanishing into the empty nothiness of darkness. The lyrical howl slipped through the sky, through the very heart of the forest, beckoning, calling with every fiber of it's being. The animals froze, taking in every syllable, hoping that this lupine could find the one who would heal it's heart and hold back the consuming darkness. The howl spoke so many things...asked for some many things but also, it showed the fragility of the owner who sang such a sweet lullaby. As the song drifted away, the birds opend their beaks, a let a sweet melody escape. The sang as though complimenting the lone lupine who had breathed to life such a heart - pulling howl that wound forever bury itself in the memory of who listened to it's tune. The birds song ended after a few beats, and the forest breathed once more. Most of the mammals that had frozen during the song, now walked forth with a easier lope. The song had touched something inside their beating heart, and taken away the worry of this winter day.

A soft snap came from the abyss of shadow beside the lakes north shore. A figure edging herself away from the inky blackness that would consume her mortal soul. The lupine was a petite thing, no more then twenty - seven inches in height, and thirty - one inches in length. A small crown was lifted high, the bones that made up the cranium thin and finely shaped. Tear - shaped auds flicked forth slightly, rounded slightly to catch the slightest of music that the forest birthed with each passing breath. Thick, ashen black lashes curled slightly, framing orbs shaped like a half moon. The color of the orb was the palest of aquamarine, with slivers of molten honey gold that shimmered like copper fire. A slim muzzle was cast to the terrain, black nostrils flared slightly as the scents of the wild came through and matched themselves with what knowledge her brain knew. Jowls parted slightly, black lips pulling back to show curved ivories. Each was long by its own right, sharp and the color of the finest opal white. A pink tongue sliding out sightly, passing canines to taste snowflakes falling down. The fine crown connected to a arched neck, muscles slim but woven tight under the light sprinkle of hair. A small chest pulsed with each breath and the pulse of her beating organ. Bodice was slim, with a rounded barrel covered by flesh to show she had been eating the amount of meat to keep her petite form functioning. A fluffy plume curled at the tip, brushing against pillars and terrain as she moved. Now, her movement was of fluid grace, pillars long and thin, with slight paws of min saucers, with sharp little daggers that sank into the terrain. A pelt of the deepest onyx and slivers of golden hued brown shifted with each graceful step. The lupine was of marbel perfection on the outside of her being, but in the depths of her beating heart and thinking mind, was the tortured being of someone long forgotten by all.

Now, the petite beast glided forth with the slightest hesitation. The delicate auds listening to the harmony of the forest, but waiting patiently for the sound of a predator that would swoop from the darkness to sink it's clutches in her form, and drag her unwilling body into a dark abyss. Her breath came quickly then, hiding back a low moan that would have escaped. Lungs burned from the icy wind that threatened to burn a hole through the organs. A shudder wracked the femmoras form, her thoughts getting ahead of her and causing her form to react without her knowledge. Nostrils flared slightly, no threatening scent reaching the intellictual part of her brain that activated when danger approached. A soft, melodic sigh escaped opened jowls to form a crystalline mist that left beaded drops upon her lips. Her orbs lightened slightly, the stress of doom that sometimes came vanishing as swiftly as that of a rushing rapid. A slight curl on a bottom lip left a smile upon delicate features that now showed no distress or sorrow so profound. The face of the femmora showed vulnerability, but the expression of a equine who was finally free of the shackles of the world and it's cunning ability to bring you down. Pure joy. Pure simplicity. Those were the emotions showing brightly from her pale orbs.

Halting, the femmora stopped before the lakes water. Her crown lowered slightly, jowls parting and tongue slipping out to taste the silver liquid. A shudder wracked her form from the sweet, pure coldness of the liquid as it wet her dry tongue and lips, then slowly slid down a parched throat to burn a icy path to her empty stomach. The water rippled with every silent lap of the tongue, and the warm breath that fell upon it's surface. Hesitantly, the lupine lifted her crown, liquid silver beading upon black lips. Her orbs searched the forest with a burning insenity of one often pursued by hunters. When nothing came out the waning darkness, did the femmora step forth upon a slippery rock. Her paws pulling her light mass upon the cold stone, daggers clicking slightly as she moved forth. The waterfalls mist flowed down to land upon her pelt, giving stars to flare against her night sky pelt. A sigh escaped the slim jowls, as the figure laid down, her warm flesh laying upon the silvery opal rock. Her crown lowered, bodice curling into the slim shape of a crescent moon. The plume dropped it's tip upon her nose, and with a sigh of pleasure, the orbs closed as she soaked in the natural peace.