Mika Azura
Mar 21, 2024 7:36:07 GMT -5
Post by IMBRosie on Mar 21, 2024 7:36:07 GMT -5
Mika Azura
Gender: Female Age: 16
Race: Half-Tabaxi Nationality: Capitol Landing
Appearance: Young pale skin of a catfolk, Her short, messy naturally blue hair alls around her face, and she has pointy cat-like ears on top of her head. Complimented by her shining cat-like blue eyes. She wears a ragged dress that looks finer made than it should, quite clearly made of material found in some back ally yet somehow doesn't look as dirty as you'd expect it to be, Nor does she appear to smell badly, some would describe her smell as nice, others more like cheap. A long curling blue tail with a white bit at the end sticks out through the skirt of her dress. Her legs leaving nothing much to the imagination as down to her thinly crafted boots. It's rather clear her outfit is made using whatever materials were found in some back ally, yet clearly still made to appeal and attract as she dances gracefully.
(pretty much, the image, but ignore all the golden metal)
Personality: The world thus far has been unkind to her, yet she remains a kind soul herself, despite her situations. She's always eagar to help someone in greater need than herself, finding joy in bringing hope to those that don't have it, as others have done for her. She likes to dance to express herself. She can be cheery, kind and alittle bit too trusting.
History: MIka Azura was born into this world without knowing her parents. She grew up in an area where half-human catfolk werent too common, so she was unquie amount the crowd of poor. Some of the homeless pitied her, finding her on the streets as a baby, they collectively nutured her to childhood, but from there she needed to be more resourceful, Afterall the homeless could barely feed themselves, nevermind her too, and get her new clothes, give her hobbies, skills, she had to fill them in herself, And so she did, At first it started simple, dancing around a common ally most of the less rough homeless spent their nights sleeping, Even they despite their depressing lifes could see the joy in her movement, she knew that it wasn't much, but by dancing she was giving everyone around her some hope, and in that she wished was enough to atleast pay back what kindness they did for her through her youngest years.
She also learned to sow her only clothes, No longer needed to wear badly stitched together rags, instead wearly...Slightly better stitched together rags. It still wasn't much, but it made her happy, and gave her a more different look to her fellow homeless. While many had accepted that their life was the be spent on the streets, She prepared for much greater things, Knowing one day she would find some kind of key to pull her out of this.
And that key eventually came, One night upon diving dumpsers for food, fabric and anything else she could find, She came across a book, She knew what books were, she had seen none homeless children reading them...Not that she ever interacted with those children, She had tried to, but they were told she is stinky and hangs around with all the "losers" and "failures" and if the other children were to hang with her they'd become "like her" too. Ragged and poor. But now she had a book! Not that she knew how to read it, Not many of the homeless knew how to read, and even if they did trying to keep the attention of a young girl as you explain reading without any material because your too poor to have any isn't the easier. But some books had pictures in htem, and she could understand them!
And this book did have pictures! Swirls and odd designs. It also had alot of words, Like, Alot of words. But she couldnt read them, only see the images and the swirls, and being a dancer, she though they were some kind of dance patterns, and so she moved in the lines it displayed, and something odd started to occur. Unknown to her she had discovered a book on simple space magic, and what she was attempting was basically dancing a Formulae Arcanum, which certainly didnt go too well, throwing her off balence, into the side of the wall.
She wasn't badly hurt, more dazed by the motion, confused and lost at what just happened, she attempted again and once more the same happened, it was there she noticed she had slipped up, not followed the pattern correctily, Whatever this was clearly could be some kind of key for her, and so she practiced, and practiced, days on end, many of the homeless thought a new gang had arrived in town with house injured she'd end up getting, yet she continued and ease their concerns.
Eventually, after many many days untracked. She had done it, the first successfull dance, and to her surprise, she found something appear within both of her hands, in each a small Fighting knife. She had unknowningly just learned how to use mana, and cast Summon:Possession, Somehow resulting in two fighting knifes appearing. Perhaps some link to her past at her birth, or perhaps something unknown. Either way marks the first step in her journey, and her adventure to become not poor.