A young townsfolk that fell deep into the spiral of magic after a raid on her hometown. Determined to never see an incident like that happen again, she fights alongside the Hadovean Empire and her close-knit clan “The Fox Den”.
- Age
- 17
- Gender
- Female
- Height
- 5’5
Appearance
Physical Description
Small and lithe, able to duck and weave her way through the frontlines and navigate difficult terrain. Some would describe as throwable.
Facial Features
Her eyes are dark brown, almost black. Deep scars are set above and below each eye, a consequence from her earliest days of magic usage. Dark circles and sunken eyes are hidden behind the rodentlike mask. Her hair is long and auburn, usually kept in two loose braids.
Identifying Characteristics
An unnaturally large rodent skull sits atop her head, an identifying yet threatening silhouette. While it acts mainly as armour, the rabbitlike symbol seems to reflect her personality. Very few have seen her without it.
Physical quirks
Ciris finds it difficult to stand still. While waiting for orders or discussing strategy, it’s not uncommon to see her bouncing in place or turning spell packets over and over in her hands. It helps to keep the nerves at bay until she can do what she does best and run.
Apparel & Accessories
Her clothes are rather unnoteworthy, common village attire embellished with symbols of her allegiance, including a golden stag necklace and patches on her spellbag. Foxtails also hang from the side of the bag, making her priorities clear.
Special abilities
Blast
“Dare defy my friends and allies, this act shall be your last. The Goddess above will guide my hand, may the fire consume you. Blast!”
Fear
“When this cursed spell strikes your soul, best turn around and flee. Do not approach lest you face the toll, I command you; fear me!”
Deathball
Deflect
Mentality
Personality
Motivation
Ciris’ motivation is fuelled only by survival. Having to be self sufficient from a very young age has sent her nervous system into a less than ideal state, meaning that when the battlefield breaks into chaos and fight or flight kicks in, there is very little that will snap her out of that preylike state.
Social
Birthplace
Blackwoods
Current Residence
Foe’s Folly
Social
Birthplace
Blackwoods
Current Residence
Foe’s Folly