Player Information:
Name: Skadi
E-mail: Tripmydaisy@yahoo.com
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Character Information:
Name: Airmid
Alias: Soul Stealer (more of a playful nickname spoken by those closest to her...due to the myth and legend of her weapon the Soul Stone)
Gender: Female
Age: 242
Race: Arion
Allegiance: she is a part of a band of mercenary's. Her allegiance really lies with no one side...As her duties and loyalty lie with those she calls friends.

Region: Manwe

Weapons: Soul Stone- a wooden staff that bears a blue orb of energy so tightly focused that it more resembles a polished perfect round stone that just happens to have a light growing from within it. It is decorated with a few feathers of Airmid's ancestors. Blue in color...these feathers accent the blue orb of energy that is the spear of the staff. The energy that creates this ball is in fact the essence of souls bound to this weapon that can wield devastating destruction and even greater good. It is believed if you die by that staff that your soul too will be trapped inside the blue sphere to do the wielder's bidding. Though no one is quite sure.
Nightblade- a pure silver dagger accented with jeweled stones. It is laced in elven script as this blade is a magical one. Created by elven hand. If the spell is spoken that engraves this beautiful dagger, a spirit of a demon can be called to help the caster against foes. The demon is usually a beautiful golden Dadreic that looks more like a gold Valkerie armored in light...to some a beautiful woman with a sword. Not all demons are ugly and frightening...some are beautiful beyond words...and those usually catch the enemy off guard. Though if Airmid wished it...she could call the fearsome beasts of nightmares. The spell does not last long...as the energy that calls these minions is so strong that the burst of battle is immediate and drains the demons so they fade back to where ever they had been called from. Also the caster must wait an allotted of period of time before they call on another demon. The dagger and its spell must recharge.
Occupation: Mercenary
Powers: She controls the Soul Stone, a staff of legendary importance to those who revere myth and legend. She is able to focus the blue orb of energy to either create shields to protect her and those she wishes to protect, or it can cause great harm to a foe if Airmid wished it. The staff is more or less controlled by Airmid's impulses and emotion. It feeds off her energy as she feeds off of its energy. It is as if she and the staff are working as one organism...so very connected by the bond they share. Without each other the staff loses its life and Airmid more or less has no tool in which to wield her magical powers. If the staff is not in her possession she has no outlet in which to direct her focused energy. Only Airmid can wield the staff as it had chosen her. Much like the Earth stories of King Arthur when a sword chose him. If not in her hands....the staff blue orb is more or less a dull grey rock. Only when she takes it in her hand will it glow with blue life...swirling in its stone like appearance.

She also wields the Nightblade that can summon demons for a small amount of time.

Though this is not an actual power...I will state she flies. But every arion flies as long as their wings aren't broken.

Description: Airmid looks exactly like the way she looked the day she hatched full grown from an egg, all knowing as every arion before her. Tall with a lithe toned frame. Her hair a soft burgundy and long and thick with tendriled waves. Four feathers of her ancestors worn above her right ear. Airmid has an exotic quality as her eyes are catlike and yellow gold, often rimmed in black causing them to be a bit more dramatic. Her features are soft and at times yielding, though they hold much more authority when one takes a second glance. Her presence is often startling...not only by her looks but by the way she carries herself and moves. Her skin is soft with a pale creamy complexion...like snow dancing with the golden light of snow in the peak of morning. Her lips full and pouty...what some might call a large mouth...though it perfectly compliments her face. Her wings are fairy like in resemblance. Not every arion has feathered wings...Their wings range from every texture, color, and shape. Hers are blue and grey connecting at her back in two places on either shoulder blade...like many fairy wings do. They are almost transparent and that causes them to catch the light. Her clothes consist of leather and natural materials...often home made they fit perfectly for her body shape as many custom made articles of clothing do.

Personality: Often a reserved individual, Airmid rarely starts a conversation. She merely makes comments here and there when she believes she has anything worth saying. Airmid is often lost internally in her own thoughts and merely participates in social gatherings on its outskirts...where she can voice thoughts...but at the same time keep herself from the groups center. Airmid does not like much being the center of attention. She rather blend into the mess of a group then outshine anyone particular individual. Not to say she is a follower...that she is not. She has her own beliefs and ideals she lives by. More or less she can stand alone without others...Her incessant need to "people watch" keeps her from becoming a hermit. The way individuals react and act around others fascinates her...and she is content in watching and being amongst others....it is just difficult for her to feel part of any certain group.

The few friends she has...she is fiercely loyal and protective of.

History: Hatched full grown all knowing Airmid was given the name of one of her great ancestors for she resembled her remarkably. She was the first to hatch from her nest of feather's and straw. All arion eggs start out small when the female lays them...though over a period of time they grow...if Arions ever looked like children...they do while they are growing inside of their egg. Though many never speak of this as one is to not know those eggs that never reach hatching. Some believe these eggs act as an accelerating ager...rapidly aging the organism inside till they reach the perfect age. To humans a newly hatched Arion looks to be in their early to late twenties. And they forever look till the day they die of old age...except as they grow older...their hair loses color and becomes silvery white over time. This whitening of hair is the only real indicator that an Arion is old...for their youthful appearance stays with them forever.

As a fledgling she was a quick learner...often learning and mastering a skill before any of the other newlings. As they were born knowing...it was often just a matter of causing them to remember...as if they had past lives. She was the first to speak complete sentences...the first to walk...the first to fly...the first...the fastest...the smartest. Airmid lived up to her notoriously well known name...that belonged to her families ancestry. It is hard to treat an arion youngling as a child as they are already full grown and intelligent...but it was more so hard to treat Airmid as any other youngling.

Though life in Arionette was a nice place to "grow up"...Airmid longed to travel and go on adventures. As soon as she was deemed mature enough...Airmid was free to do with her life whatever she wished. Her travels took her many places...and she met many people of every race, species, shape and color.

She fell into the roll as mercenary quite easily...and her "jobs" brought her to own the Soul Stone and the Nightblade. As any traveler comes across treasures...though it is rare when the treasures choose you. Some may say it was destiny for her to own these powerful weapons...or for the mere fact she was in the right place at the right time when whatever force that gives life to these weapons chose to latch themselves to her.

It was not long when she was requested to join many bands of mercenaries...and she chose the one she wished to be a part of. Skiidrath's motley crew of thieves, magicians, and mercenaries.

She now resides in Manwe where she can acquire many more opportunities for work.

Other: one of her companions is a winged wolf named Snow Starter

Sample Role Play: This is Skadi...so I don't have to...lol!!