Name: Kithil La’phaedra
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Malthira (Origins: Ienthira and Malmein)
Birthday: 3rd day of 4th season.
Hair: Dark amethyst, short and spiky.
Eyes: Green, with gray specks.
Height: 5’8”
Classification: Mage: Fourth Rank
Personality (outer and inner): Outer personality-Cold, and brusque however with occasional glimpses of satirical humor. Good leadership qualities
despite her coldness. Inner personality-Somewhat barren due to past history, she is a nervous person internally always worried about the wrong decision, however she is a warm person in off guard moments when it comes to certain students.
Talents: Proficient in fire abilities, with occasional shape-shifting abilities.
Description: Somewhat short for her people her face is the dominating feature of her body. Her short amethyst hair is spiky on the top and stops just a little bit to above her small but elongated ears with three sapphire colored earrings connected in her right ear by a thin silver chain, and a solitary earring on the left that dangles a small silver orb that seems to have a silver fire within it. Her hair is held back from her face with a silvery band, revealing a relatively hairless face with high thin eyebrows over vibrant green eyes, with dark glinting gray specks emphasizing the coldness of her nature. Her slight nose stands over full pale lips, but it is the pale ashy tattoos that swirl from the base of her neck up above her eyes that is the bold contrast against her faint features.
Her body is elongated, as if slightly out of proportion with the small athletic body she possesses, and she is always found in a vest made of a black leather native to the planet, and a long purple shirt underneath that runs all the way down to her middle finger where it attaches with a loop, underneath a silver ring with a miniscule orb with a silver fire, to hide her tattoos on her body. Her legs are covered in thin black pants that lead down into shiny-heeled boots.
History: As a child, she spent much of her life with both sides of her lineage which helped to develop her magic. However, while with the Ienthira something scarring happened that she would not speak about and she left the tribes to go attend the Zal’anthia School of Instruction, where she now teaches student for one last year before she receives her mastery rank.
Picture (if applicable): seeing as I can’t draw to save my life, you may be that pleasure!
Writing sample (A minimum of 200 words):
Kithil was nervous, but the bastards would never know, by the look of apathy found on her tattooed face they only knew trouble lurked in emerald eyes flecked with an ashy gray. The pale ashy tattoos of her face swirled around from the base of her neck and up the side to follow around cold calculating eyes that seemed to shatter their self-confidence.
“I am Kithil La’phaedra. For the coming 186 days, you shall be mine! In this place you are not allowed to fall behind, … do not let me catch you whispering to another either.”
She gave a pointed look to a young Malmein girl, with flaxen hair and a drawn sneaky face, who whispering smilingly behind a tanned hand to her neighbor froze in chagrin to look at her with surprise.
“Would you care to share with us, what you find so amusing?” Kithil almost laughed at herself, at words spoken to her only ten years before, in exactly this same situation. The young girl straightened up and answered as if by memory,
“No, my lady La’phaedra, I meant no offense.”
With a cold smirk of a smile, she resumed her speech to these fledglings.
“When you leave my care you will know all the precepts and knowledge of a Rank One, but do not believe that you will be able to change the world with this beginning. Indeed, many of you will return to your homes defeated only by the weakness found within yourself and some of you will be broken and barren by the strain of this learning, but for those of you who will succeed: you can change the stars of your life-line. But don’t feel it will be easy, from this moment you are nothing more than herd-beasts for your powers.” She paused with a dry calculating laugh, “Well, let us begin with page one of the History of Lisandrath!”
