Nuria Santos

Name: Nuria Santos

Gender: Female

Age: Seventeen

Year in school: First - High School

Mastery: Hunter

Dorm: Sage

Height: 5’2”

Appearance:


Personality:

Nuria had the makings to become her parents' perfect child. She was raised in a very religious environment and was meant to be meek and respectful, but as the girl grew, she found it more difficult to keep her anger under control. Her parents and their peers couldn’t understand what she was so angry about, after all, she had been chosen by the divine to bring light to this world. She was meant to be the bright, shining face that everyone would admire. So instead of trying to help her understand why there were soft whispers in her head, they locked her away.
In solitude, Nuria’s anger festered inside her, always threatening to burst. However, she learned to play the role they wanted, but she was ready for any opportunity to take her away.

With every step she took to distance herself from Roshanee and the people there, she started to discover more about herself. At first, the girl who had left with Devin Rhodes would scare easily. She rarely left his side - that is one thing that still has not changed. He’s been instrumental in allowing her to feel free for the first time in her life.

Nuria now is more independent than she has ever been. She has a good head on her shoulders and a formidable will, but lacks a sense of determination unless it has to do with training her powers. Despite putting her all into her training, she has yet to learn how to refine her skill. She often relies way too much on her emotions, a dangerous habit she can’t seem to shake off. But why should she? She’s done suppressing her feelings and it makes everything around her unpredictable.

When it comes to other people or making friends, she can’t seem to figure it out. She was deprived of contact with anyone her age for so long that she comes off as detached or uninterested to the students around her. However, once she attaches herself to someone and opens up, there is nothing she won’t do for them. It’s only a matter of other people having the patience to break down her barriers.




History:

The light reflected in chestnut eyes, an eerie, thrashing glow that echoed the shrill screams that fell upon the girl’s ears. Every second lasted an eternity as one after another they were led to the pyre. She looked from one adult to the next, terror flooded her. She couldn’t even speak, utter a word in protest or plea for help. Her legs felt as though they’d give way from under her, that she would drop to the ground and never rise again. The monotone chanting of holy mantras reverberated through her as the chorus of voices recited the ancient tongue. She didn’t understand what was happening, why they were doing this. Her eyes widened and she could only mouth the words as she saw her parents amid the crowd. Her father watched with interest and her mother’s face was pale and tight.

“Nuria Luz Santos.” She heard her name spoken slowly, great importance placed in every syllable. She looked at the man who spoke, dressed in white ritualistic garb. “May the Lord watch over you and protect you…” She tuned out as she was ushered by hooded figures garbed in the same white ritual robes, their faces hidden and only their eyes visible through the slits cut in the cloth.

“STOP!”

Her voice returned to her in time, her eyes glued to the raging flames before her. Her body thrashed violently against the strength of the men holding her. Her infant form unable to overpower their tight grips on her arms. “Mama! Papa! Noooo! NOOOO!” Her words shrieked from her small body. Her face was streaked with tears and red from the force of her cries.

“NO!”

Nuria sat up abruptly, her breathing was fast and shallow. She felt clammy, she was freezing. It was the same nightmare, just a dream. Her heart raced in her chest as she convinced herself that she was safe. She didn’t feel safe. Her mind was fixated on the smell of smoke as it filled her nostrils, the leaping flames that licked about her skin. She thought she was going to die just like the other children who had been fed crying and screaming just as she had done to the unrelenting fire. Those screams. She closed her eyes and shuddered a halting sigh. She couldn’t get them out of her head. She slid from her bed, her feet touched the cold, carpeted floor. There’s no way she was going to be able to sleep now. Rather than practice a futile effort, she stared blankly into the darkness. The feeling of terror had ebbed, but was ever-present. She couldn’t stay here. She wanted out. The thought raced through her mind as she stood and lightly raced from her room. She couldn’t wake her parents, they would try to stop her. They didn’t understand, they didn’t know.

The crisp, cold air greeted her as she crossed the threshold of their door, the cold snow on her bare feet stung, but she didn’t care. She bolted through the streets, the flames of street lights shining brightly above her. Run. A voice softly spoke to her. It uttered to her what she wanted most. Leave. It was a voice that was indistinct like she was listening while smothering her head with pillows. Normally when she heard this voice she would pretend it wasn’t there, but at this moment she wanted nothing more than to do what it was telling her. Footsteps turned to the quick patter of paws. Long, flowing black hair turned to the short fur of a fox, bushy tail weaving behind her as she bolted through the dark.

Village streets quickly turned to towering trees, she weaved her way further and further, uncaring where she was. She just couldn’t be there. Panting breaths hung as thin clouds before her snout. Her frantic pace slowed as she turned her muzzle to look about her surroundings. She didn’t recognize this. It was strange, but that thought calmed her a bit. Normally, she felt like she would be terrified not knowing where she was or what lurked in the dark waiting for her. She bent her head down to the ground, sniffing tentatively the forest floor. Whatever scents had faded, covered by the fresh snow.

She felt alone.

It was peaceful, her orbs looking about the forest as her paws lead her further in. The Frostpine looked like diamond sparkling in the moon. On an impulse she dove face first into the snow, dragging her sleek fur around in the snow, her four legs waving in the air as she wormed around on her back. Her jaw hung open, her tongue hung out in the chilled air. Ahh! The freedom was intoxicating. No more was she hid away in her room! No books, no mentors to tutor her or father to scold her when she didn’t understand something. No stifling expectations to live up to as the Vessel of Light. She was herself. But… what was that? Who was she?

“Are you lost?”

A voice cut through the darkness startling the fox, the canine rolled to her feet and seemed about to bolt. Her eyes trained on the blonde boy who stood before her. She could easily escape him if she wished. Still, there was something about him that made her linger. He had a good smell to him. Like rosewood. It was a sweet, strong smell that reminded her of a cabin. It smelled like what she imagined a home might smell like, warm and inviting. She inched her way closer to him, her nose nearly touched his outstretched hand. He didn’t smell like a bad person. She nuzzled his hand, a small sigh escaped her as she felt the heat of his hand touch her skin.

“I’m Vin.” He spoke, breaking the silence. “What’s your name?”

“Nuria.” She spoke, it was the sound of her voice that made her realize she wasn’t a fox anymore. Wait, how long had she been like this?! She retracted and stood up, it was in standing that she remembered she’d come out in her nightgown without any shoes. She dropped to her knees awkwardly. It was so cold out here, she hadn’t exactly thought this through. It didn’t take long for her to start shaking. She inhaled, the cold air filling her lungs. Her Eldritch began to heat thee air around her. Being outside was much more bearable when she used her abilities like this.

This boy, he couldn’t have been much older than she was. It was refreshing to see someone about her own age for once. There were others younger than her back in the village, however she never really spoke with them. Really, she wasn’t allowed to speak with anyone. The boy had asked her once more if she was lost and she had sheepishly nodded. Nuria had just been so terrified the night before that she had simply picked a direction and ran. The fact that she had run into someone at all was such a coincidence. No, perhaps their meeting had been preordained by the Lord of Light. The two began walking back in what she hoped was the direction of the village. Devin seemed confident about it, at least.

“You’re warm.” He sounded surprised.

“The Lord of Light keeps me safe.”

“Who?” The puzzled response from the boy elicited a shocked face.

“The Lord of Light! The god who gives us fire, and food, and protects us from the cold, and—” The list could have gone on for a while. “And everything! You really don’t know him?”

The young boy shook his head. It was arduous explaining a concept she didn’t fully understand to a boy who obviously hadn’t dealt with religion before. He had a lot of questions she didn’t know the answer to and in the end all she could really say was that one had to have faith in the Light… Not that it was a very convincing argument. The two ended up talking for what seemed like hours. Actually, as dawn broke beyond the trees she could have surmised it had been perhaps longer. The village came into view. How long had she ran? To only just get home after everything that had happened.

“Umm… do you come here often?” She asked, looking to Devin again. She didn’t want him to go. This was the first real conversation she’d had in a long while that was with someone her own age.

“Every once in a while. My dad and I come here to sell things after we hunt.”

“O-oh.” Silence followed. “So, can I see you again?”

“Of course, I’d like that!”

It was all so very simple, but his smile was kind and gave her a warm feeling inside. They waved good-bye at the edge of the village and she ran, nearly frolicked home. She’d made her first friend! And he was nice! How would she find him again? All she could do was hope that the Lord of Light might allow their paths to cross once more.



Name of Species: Human

Baseline Dimension: Human, average is 5ft to 6 ft, although it depends on the human.

Baseline Appearance: Well, they're human. No fancy natural hair colors unless dyed, just casual brown/blue/green eyes naturally and pretty normal.

Culture/Origin of Species: The most basic of species yet the strongest, humans have been around for hundreds of years and play a major part in history. They outnumber every other species, and it's common to see families with one human and one mythical creature as the parent. Humans cannot pinpoint their origin due to how long they have been on this land for.

Traits:
• Humans have a natural affinity for magic based on the basic elements, nature, electricity, fire, earth, water, air and metal. This gives them strength when using the elements and resistance against them. From these elements humans naturally have 3 resilience aspect points.
• Humans can fit in anywhere, it is easy for them to learn languages, different talents, fighting styles or cultures, this allows them to have an extra talent.

Flaws:
Flawless