Red Daggers and Ash.

[Ashen Rain]

Note: This character sheet is in the works. I'm reformatting a character from a role play that I've been in off and on for role plays here. Bear with me- she's from a different world, so it's going to take a lot of explaining for you to understand her.

Name: Kivari Leah Wight. She is also called by 'The Red Daggers', or 'Ashen Rain'.

Region: Cald (The region of Fire)

Sex: Female

Weight: 118 lb.

Height: 5'5

Age: 18 (1 Magi Age = 0.8 Human Age)

Species: A fire Magi.

Description and Physiology: Shiny black hair, quite nearly like fluid ebony, with random reddish-orange highlights, giving the illusion of molten lava cooling. Her face is shaped somewhat like a rounded almond, and her eyes are angled just slightly. Her eye color interestingly matches her hair- black, with the strange red-orange streaks, (though the red color in her eyes is thicker than the streaks in her hair, so from a distance her eyes look to be a reddish brown). She is a tad smaller than average, 5'5 in height, but she makes up for it with better than average strength. Her skin is tan, a normal Caldian color... with an almost wood like tint to it. There is a large burn scar on her left leg, from a quor grabbing it when she was little. She generally wears whatever she feels like, but most of her outfits include the colors black, red, or brown, and she usually wears a pair of thick red boots. Always on her is her set of Magma armor, gauntlets, and pouches on her belt to store random things. The hilts for her daggers are also on this belt, which is made of a dark, brackish looking leather.

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Weaponry: Tear and Burn, twin punch daggers made out of a crystalline substance, found in the magma fields of Cald before it was destroyed by the invasion. The daggers have short and flat hilts so as to be held easily within the palm, with two seven inch long blades protruding on each hand, between the index, middle, and ring finger. Each of the four blades are clear red, with a metallic sheen on the sharpened edge (which, when the daggers are held palm up, the sharp edge is on the top). A weaving design on the unsharpened parts of the blade is created with onyx, magma polished stones. Tear is the left one, and Burn is the right.

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[Ashen Rain]

History:

On the porch of a rocky black home in Cald, a man paced back and forth. He quietly ran his fingers through his spiked red hair in worry, and he peeked into the window of the house. After a moment, he shook his head, ran his fingers through his hair again, and continued pacing.

Not even minutes later, a woman shouted and moaned, causing the man on the porch to go still. He hurried to the door, but a small noise stopped him from opening it- a baby's cry. Unmoving, the man gave a short laugh, and a small smile. He covered his eyes, and sighed softly, then moved over to a chair on the porch and sat, waiting for the midwife who was helping his wife give birth to come out and tell him it was alright to go back inside.

Worry crept back into his chest when the midwife did not immediatly come out. He kept glancing at the door, and rubbing his eyes anxiously- what were they doing in there? Was the baby alright...?

He jumped when the door opened, and he stood, looking toward it. The midwife was there, holding a tiny bundle in her arms, but her face was blank and serious.

"Darill," The midwife finally said, after what seemed like hours. "... There has... been a complication."

The man, Darill, stared, before running to the door, and pushing quickly past the startled midwife. The baby in her arms instantly began crying, and the midwife began scolding the new father, but he didn't listen. He headed into the room where his wife had been helped into earlier in the day to give birth. Now, she lay there still and pale, her sweaty black hair laying in wet strands across her face.

"... Kiva?" Darill whispered, swallowing. His wife made no reply, and he already knew the reason behind her silence. He didn't know what to do now. Should he go to her, touch her arm, and find that she's truly gone? He gritted his teeth hard, closed his eyes, quietly leaving the room, and shutting the door behind him. He even ignored the ornate crib, and the baby toys strewn across the floor. He just left.

Back out on the porch, Darill made no attempt to take the baby. The Midwife approached him, tapped his shoulder, and held the tiny one out to him. Terrifyingly, Darill turned and glared at the child, almost to the point that the midwife snatched the baby back to keep her safe. But Darill gently took the infant from her arms, and held her close, looking at her small face and her short black hair. He didn't smile. He looked angry. Quietly, he moved away from the door, and the midwife followed. She watched on, concerned for the baby's safety. Darill made no move to harm her, but he lifted his hand, and closed his eyes. Moments later, the house where Kiva lay dead erupted into flames. The midwife, now terrified for her own life, quickly ran away.

Darill sighed softly, though his eyes were still hard. He lowered his gaze from his old home, and was surprised to find that his new born daughter's eyes were open, and staring at the house. She was as quiet as he, silently watching the rising flames with small black and red eyes. Darill grimaced, and closed his own eyes...

"... Say good bye to your mother, Kivari..." He whispered to her, before turning and heading away from the rising flames...

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"Kivari... come here, now."

Kivari's back sagged slightly as she let the weight of the two buckets of water rest on the ground. She was seven, and her arms were greatly sore from having to do this every day for the past year. Watering a filthy garden... she thought to herself. Who makes a garden in Cald, anyway? Like anything would grow... Isn't this what we have those, tree hugging, Naroom people for?

"Kivari, what in Cald are you waiting for? Get in this house, right now."

"... Yes, Darill..." Kivari murmured, releasing the handles of her water buckets from her cramped fingers. She rubbed her sore arms slightly as she entered the small house where she lived with her fathe- No, not father. Darill. That's what he wanted her to call him. Never daddy, or even dad, like normal children got to call their parents- or at least, that’s what she figured was normal. The only contact that she had had with other children was seeing younger ones than herself, holding onto the skirts of their mothers as she gathered water from a spring three miles away. They got to say ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’, and they didn’t have to carry heavy water buckets for a garden that was just going to dry up any way.

Past the door, Darill stood, staring resentfully down at her, as he always did. The only time he ever looked any different was when he was recalling his wife, Kivari’s mother. Apparently, her mother died giving birth to her. The other thing that was apparent was the fact that Darill blamed Kivari for his wife’s death.

“What took you so long?” Darill asked, bitterness in his voice.

Kivari already knew he was speaking of the water buckets. “There was a long line at the hot spring. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry wont cut it. Those plants wont live long unless they have water. If they die, it’s on your head.”

Kivari glanced out of the window, to the plants resting in the back yard. They were already dead, or close to it. Why did her father persist in playing this game with her? She sighed inwardly, and bowed her head. “I’ll be quicker next time.” she whispered.

Darill glared, and made a face of disgust. “Pfft. If you’re trying to be quicker, than why are you still standing in here? Get back outside and finish your chores.”

Kivari gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and nodded. Trying to stay calm, and to keep herself from either shouting, or even worse, crying, she turned and headed back outside. Crying was something close to a sin in this household... and she’d never hear the end of it if even one tear fell.

Outside, Kivari stopped next to the buckets. From setting them on the hot ground, most of the water had evaporated. There wasn’t even enough water left in both buckets to quench a single plant.

In anger, Kivari kicked one of the buckets over, and lifted a rock from the ground. Her face was red and upset as she chucked the rock into the open field of red earth before her, and went back for a second and third rock. She continued throwing them, till a hollow thud, and a dull, murmuring growl entered her ears. Still standing in the garden, one rock fell from her fingers, but the other hand still held a thick, sharp stone.

Within the distance she had been throwing the rocks, a large quor stood, shaking it’s arms, and turning to face her. It gripped the earth with two arms, and made fists of anger with the others, opening it’s mouth in a resounding roar. She had pegged the thing with one of her rocks.

Quickly spinning around, Kivari ran to the house, and made a grab for the door handle, the quor now closing the distance between them. In her haste, Kivari smacked into the door, fumbling with the knob and trying desperately to get into the house. Tears stung her eyes as her head throbbed in pain from the bang, but at least she was getting away from the quor. The door pulled open, finally...

But then something on the other side yanked it back shut.

Terrified, Kivari looked up through the window to see her father staring down at her. She could feel the tears now rolling wetly down her face as she heard the latch to the door click shut.

“Deal with your own problems.” Darill told her, his harsh voice muffled through the glass. “And stop bringing more problems to me.”

Sobbing now, Kivari begged for him to open the door, pleading father, daddy, Darill, anything that might tug his heart strings as the quor neared her. Nothing worked. He wasn’t even standing at the window any more.

The quor roared again, and she felt his heated hand upon her leg, burning a print into her flesh. With a shriek, she was spun and pulled from her position, and now lay on the ground, under the quor’s glowing gaze and burning fury. She screamed again, and curled up into a ball while covering her face with one arm as the quor lifted two fists into the air, and prepared to smash them down on her. She grimaced, and sobbed, kicking and pushing at the creature with her legs and free arm, until suddenly, the thing cried out in pain.

Confused, Kivari quickly looked up to find that he sharp stone had penetrated the quor’s left eye. The dream creature thrashed about, and grabbed at her arm, but she quickly moved it away, and sought more rocks. The thing scraped at his face, trying to unhinge the rigid rock, but it had no effect. In a rush, Kivari began hurling more stones at it, in an attempts to drive it off. However, one stone, amazingly, hit the jagged one in the eye of the quor, knocking it further in. The monster, his brain (however small it was) pierced, roared once more, went rigid, and fell back on the ground. Kivari watched as the thing lay still, feeling terror in her heart. Her stomach heaved, and she turned and gagged upon the ground next to her.

When the quor finally began to shimmer and fade, the thing left in it’s place was a large hunk of animite. Kivari wiped her mouth, spat, and looked at it in confusion, as the door behind her opened, and forcefully pushed her out of the way.

Kivari stared in disbelief. Exiting the house hold, Darill seemed to pretend that nothing at all had happened. He stooped, and lifted the large chunk of redish animite, then turned, and looked to Kivari with his usual glare. But, strangely, he took a pouch from his side, put the animite into it, and held it out to her.

When she didn’t move to take it, Darill sighed in irritation. “Take this,” He told her. “And go to a ring smith- anyone you feel like. There’s enough money in here to get a ring for this creature made, so go get it done. And don’t waste any of the money on food. I want to see the ring when you get back.”

Kivari stared at him, her eyes bewildered, and shyly took the bag. Once she had it, Darill wasted no time in walking past her, and back into the house. He shut the door behind him, and she heard the lock click once more. She stood, and swallowed slightly. She knew he was serious. She looked down slightly in shame, grimaced at her vomit, and quickly covered it with dirt, before looking back to the house. She sighed again, then headed away from it, shaking her head...

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[Ashen Rain]

History Continued:

Kivari hefted her pack slightly, and stared down at the ground. The earth was red beneath her feet, a sure sign that she was in Cald once more. Finally back, after... what, five years? She couldn't believe that she had grown to the age of twelve in the time span she was gone from home. Then again, it probably wouldn't have taken so long had she had a map.

In the first leg of Kivari's journey to find a ring smith, Kivari nearly starved to death. She actaully had to fight random creatures to get a meal at times (even if this was when she realized that she could actually harm dream creatures with her bare hands- a useful skill). She had no idea that she was going in the wrong direction- away from Cald entirely- until the ground became lush, and green, and strangly springy. Grass, or some such nonesense as that...

In the first place she ended up in, Kivari was quite near collapsing, and very quickly gave up hope of ever surviving when she realized that she would have to find her way back to Cald. But then, someone in a random village of Naroom found her, and fed her. Nice enough, but he did make her work for it when she was better. More gardens, and larger ones... she could have payed it off with the animite her father gave her, but that was for the ring. She didn't dare touch that money.

Even when she had finally payed off her debt, she continued working. Now she was making her own money, and could continue to do so. She was saving up to buy things to eat for her journey back home... and, maybe some extra money to buy a few other things. The Naroomian she worked for didn't mind her slaving away out in the garden- he actually found it quite amusing that he had his own little knuckle down from Cald to break her back for him.

In the end, Kivari was fairly well off. Back pack, new clothes, food, an animite pouch of her own (containing her extra money), and even a map. She had grimaced when she realized the distance she would have to travel to get back. But she made it, and this time she did so without starving, and in record time. All the days of toiling in a garden made her stronger, and also helped her quite a bit with pummeling with her fists along the way. She was quite skilled with her hands...

Back in Cald, she quickly found the ring smith, and had the quor ring made. However, the problem was... how was she going to explain to her father the extra money? She gritted her teeth in thought, until her eyes rested upon something behind the counter. Kivari's eye brows raised slightly- it looked to be something out of a fiery fairy tale. Magma armor... for a girl, flexible, and it was just within her price range. As soon as the ring smith came back, she bought the armor, and tried it on. It was a bit too big... but she'd grow into it eventually.

The thing she didn't have to grow into was the ring. She blinked, looking at it carefully as she headed out of the store. It had been made to fit her, instead of her father, and she had forgotten to tell him what size she needed it in. When asked if he could resize the ring (the beautiful red gem set in gold) the man laughed, and told her it would cost her. She had just spent nearly all the rest of her money on the suit of magma armor, and he wouldn't take it back from her in exchange for resizing the ring.

Outside of the store, she glared back in at the man, and kicked the wall of the store in anger. Now her father would punish her again... probably go get some evil bug like creature, make her hold it, or put it on her. She shivered. She hated bugs with a passion, and her father had loved to use it against her.

But now, as she was nearing her home, she stopped thinking about her travels. She didn't think about bugs, or starving, or working... She just thought about how she would explain things to him, especially why the ring didn't fit him, and why she had been gone so long.

Once at the house, she looked at the door, and set her face to a stern expression, though she was confused as to why the house was so quiet. When she finally opened the door, she saw the reason why.

Everything inside was covered in a thick layer of red dust, old, as if it hadn't been cleaned in two years. Her father wasn't even in the house any more. He was just... gone.

Quietly, Kivari went from room to room, looking at everything. Once finished with that, she gritted her teeth, then smiled slightly, and headed into her father's room. Inside, she saw his bed, closet, night stand... all very plain. She glared at these innocent things that belonged to him, been a part of his life. She wanted to break them up into tiny little pieces so that she'd never have to look at them again, but she shook her head, and decided against it. She'd just leave, like her father had. She wouldn't have to look at anything then.

But first... the closet. What did he keep in there? Kivari headed over to the door, and opened it, looking around. Coats, shoes, much more variety in clothing than he had given her. She nearly slammed the door shut, until out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a red box. Confused and enthralled, she bent, and lifted it, opening it up. On the inside of the lid, there was a picture of a smiling woman, with black hair, and dark eyes. Her father was standing next to her.

In the box, however, were a set of knifes of some kind- rocky red handles, and two sharpened red blades. Kivari swallowed slightly. Were these her mothers? Carefully, she lifted the picture from the box, folded it, and put it in her pocket. Then, she picked up the knives. They were confusing, the handles bent in an odd way. How was she supposed to hold them? She blinked, then realized, and put the handle of one of the knives between her middle finger and ring finger. They were a set of punch knives- which were perfect for her, because she already knew how to work well with her hands during anything, especially punching.

In the bottom of the box, there was a belt, where the knives were supposed to hang. Quickly, she put it on, finding that it only sagged a little bit when on the last hole. She smiled softly, and put the knives on the belt, before turning and leaving the room.

She quickly ran-sacked the rest of the house. She found food that she could carry that was still good, and anything of value, which wasn't much. She finally left the house for good. Outside, she looked back once, then blinked, and remembered the ring. Carefully, she lifted it from her pocket and out from the picture, and slid it onto her ring finger. She smiled just a bit- this was hers now. Her father would never bully her again. She was her own person, and would continue to be, from this point foreward.

She turned, and headed back toward Cald.

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Kivari growled slightly as someone brushed past her. This was idiodic. She was seventeen now, and she had been shoved into a group of Calders who were trying in vain to be the first to escape from the Invasion.

At different intervals, as the line (more like the hulking mass of Calders) moved along, Kivari checked over herself. She would make sure that her Quor ring was on correctly, and would check her new Spark Chogo ring as well. She grinned slightly. That had been an interesting battle... but, before the reminiscing began, someone bumped into her again.

She shrugged it off, and checked that her purse was still secure on her hip- which it was. It happened to be hanging right next to one of her punch daggers, which was, she thought, a good enough warning in the least. She sighed again, boredly. This was either going to be extreamly tiresome and uneventful, or something interesting (and quite probably annoying) would happen soon. She wasn't sure which side she was rooting for...

Hours later, she could see the portal ahead of her, and a swarm of people rushing toward it. Much bumping and shoving began, and Kivari was not at all pleased with this fact. Shouting random insults, and shoving back, eventually Kivari stumbled through the portal to Inix, and insisted (against the guards will) on turning around and going back through the portal to get revenge on the person who had pushed her through.

Eventually, the guards got her away from the portal, and into a group of wandering Caldsmen and women. They were basically heading somewhere to find a base camp of some kind, in one of the regions that they were used too. Kivari slumped along boredly, following them there, and even seeing some of the natives- the Delvers, or something of the sort. She coughed lightly as the two races met, and interestingly, she moved away from the group. Now that she was in a place like home, she didn't really need them anymore. She'd wait till they established a city, or something... but right now, she was free to go. Sure, she'd come back and visit from time to time... but, she shrugged it off, finding it eayiser just to take care of herself...

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A year or so later. A year of life on Inix. It was confusing... things seemed the same here, but they were so... different. And then the Chimefall...

Kivari remembered it. She didn't know how she had gotten past it. It was one of the few things she was actually afraid of- not the concept of possibly having to live with the core-like taint in everything, but the actual happening. The noise of it... the thing that resounded in her heart, and made it stop for an instant before the next chime rang from underground.

She had been out in the deserted plains of New Cald, hoping that no other living thing was out there. If the Chimefall came, and she was away from all of the tainted things that could hurt her, she would come out of this alright. If the Chimefall tainted her... well, at least she would be too far away from anyone else to hurt them...

The noise was terrible... and the wait for the forest chime was even worse. She knew something wasn't right when the red rocks of New Cald darkened, and did not lighten again when the forest chime rang out.

But she hadn't gotten tainted. She still had herself.

She quietly wondered about the Delvers, and the other races on Inix that she did not yet know about. Were they angry with all of the Magi for letting the evils of the Core follow them through the portal? Technically, wasn't it their fault for not stopping them, and letting them into this new world that did not belong to them?

She rubbed her eyes, and ran her fingers through her hair, something she had picked up from her father mostly by accident. She began to walk again, heading toward anywhere she was going... where ever she felt like.

A growl behind her caused her to turn her head. An Ergar from atop a small crag was glaring down at her. Across it's molten streaked frame were black lines. Tainted. Beautiful.

Quietly, Kivari turned, and pulled her punch knives from her belt, moving her fists around the hilts. She smirked slightly, and took on a brawling fighters stance as the ergar crept closer.

"... Bring it on," She muttered to it, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. "... I've had much worse..."

[Ashen Rain]

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