↘ xxxx Camilla Songül xxxx ↙
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↣ The Relentless Thorn↤
"Resilience is, of course, necessary for a warrior. But a lack of empathy isn't."
I have been around for 24 years.
I am a Draconian and affiliated with Malandaia.
I am on team two as the Leader.
I am female.
I am interested in both genders.
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↣ A b i l i t i e s
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¯ ¯ ↘ Weapons and Armor
Claymore: Brier Tempest— This is the sword I’ve been training with all of my life. I am its master, and with it I have mastered my combat arts. It’s much heavier than it looks, but I am more than capable of wielding it single-handedly when necessary.
Mythril Chainmail— Hidden beneath my clothes, I wear mythril chainmail just above my undergarments. It saves me when I am not quick enough to dodge a well placed attack. It only protects from below the clavicle to mid thigh.
Dragonhide Armor: Over-dress, Collar, Bracer, and Boots— Given to me by my father, it is the skin of my great-great grandfather, killed in battle with a dragon slayer. After vengeance was exacted, the skins that were taken were returned to my family- which for generations has used it to create armor to protect Draconian offspring. I received the last of it, and had the few pieces of armor I have made.
¯ ¯ ↘ Powers and Abilities
Dark Vision: Can see up to 60ft away in starlight, moonlight, or torchlight, and retains the ability to distinguish colors and textures under these conditions.
Firebelly: Naturally resistant to fire; may receive a light burn if caught in a blazing inferno, but otherwise unscathed.
Force of Nature: Proficient in fire, air, and water magic. I am still training to master earth magic; I have a lot of trouble wielding it.
Reflexes, Speed, Strength: I’m agile, and quick on my feet, but I’m incredibly swift when unarmed. I have great upper body strength, of course, it comes with carrying and wielding my claymore.
Strategist: I have been trained to strategize prior to a battle and while engaged in a fight. I am capable of improv, and strategizing in a minute’s notice if things don’t go according to plan. This is where I shine.
Sword Master: I mastered single-handed swords at the age of fifteen and dual-handed swords at the age of twenty.
↣ P e r s o n a l i t y
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¯ ¯ ↘ I am honest and direct as integrity is very important to me. Typically I’m calm and practical— work and tasks won’t get done if I lose myself to my emotions. Even if I’m experiencing any sort of emotional turmoil, I stay cool and even-headed. I favor order and have no problem enforcing it, either. People who create chaos are annoying and disruptive. I give my best and more when working; even if I prefer working alone my sense of duty overtakes and I work diligently with others.However, I am stubborn, rather insensitive, and judgmental, although unintentionally. If things go wrong, I blame myself for the failure. When it comes to interacting with others, I'm not talkative or very affectionate. However, the very small number of people I let into my life as friends or loved-ones, I would never abandon or disappoint. You know, if it were up to me.
↣ M y x S t o r y
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¯ ¯ ↘ ¯ ¯ ↘ My father was a dragon, and my mother… well, I’m not sure. She took off after I was born and my father and our family never heard from her again. My father wasn’t particularly loving or neglectful, he was just my guardian. Essentially, I was raised by my family of dragons and fellow Draconians. Because our family is often associated with the military of Malandaia, I was raised as a warrior. There was a lot of hard training and skill development with different weapons, but I favored the sword. There was something about the technique that I took to, and ever since my first lesson I wanted to master it. Unlike swordsmanship, magic came to me naturally and required very little effort to master, until I started learning Earth magic.
When I wasn’t training, practicing magic, or studying, I preferred to hide away in a tree with a book— usually history or adventure. I guess in spite of their constant hardening, a part of me was always more interested in more mundane ambitions. At least, when I was alone they were. There were others about my age. cousins, half siblings, but they weren’t interested in me. Probably because I spoke very little and fancied being alone when we weren't learning side-by-side. The only time they seemed to matter outside of our combat training and schooling was for family gatherings.
Several years into my training, I was given the chance to start working in teams of mercenaries to gain battle experience. It was during these campaigns that I discovered how to use my training effectively, but also that plans don’t always go according to plan. I learned that battle strategy has to be flexible and improvised when necessary, especially in the heat of battle with others. It was on one of my last missions prior to “graduation” that I happened upon a soul that caught my curiosity— a mercenary with the soul of a lamb, but the skill of a beast. During that campaign, she managed to befriend me, and I was grateful for the kinship. However, her partner Siel caught me as the type of person I’d much rather ignore the choice were up to me. Spitfire of a little thing, but brilliant on the field. I think I learned more from them than I had on any other training assignment.
In my clan, graduation is granted as a coming of age ceremony. The ceremony, or competition really, requires inductees to brawl and fight each other and anyone who challenges them. Mine came from an older half-sibling, who was constantly giving me hell for being introverted, and my own father. Neither made it easy for me, and each had their own unique way of fighting and dueling. My brother liked to run his mouth, my father is twice as clever as sphinx and taught me almost everything I knew for battle strategy. Attack after attack, parry after parry, spell after spell, I refused to bow to either of their challenges. After a grueling match between the two, leaving me scarred and aware of my weaknesses and strengths, I came out ahead and graduated. With the ceremony completed, I was given my bit of dragon hide for armor. Taking what I learned from the ceremony, I had my weakest spots protected with the hide, and my strongest exposed for anyone who dared attempt to attack there.
Since then, I’ve been acting a hand for hire in my family’s long tradition as acting as the country’s guard dogs, handling missions collectively or solo. It’s not as adventurous as working as a mercenary (at least as I recall it), but it has its perks of returning to home when the job is completed. However, as I’ve grown older and less naïve, some of the assignments have made me question the morality of what I’ve been tasked to do.
↣ H o w x I x G o t x H e r e
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¯ ¯ ↘ It was either this or another assignment in handling some questionable affair. I requested the opportunity to both fight for my country and to broaden my horizons. In the tournament, I was often matched with fighters that had little to no understanding of strategy, and instead seemed rather clueless. A few were had surprises up their sleeves, but their last resorts were just that. When it came to the final matches, they were true challenges to my skills as a fighter and as a strategist, but no one startled me half as much as my final opponent. I cannot say I was particularly prepared for her to transform, but it did provide a refreshing change of pace. So often it seemed we had met each other in attack just to reanalyze afterward. However, after a while, I realized her primal side had begun to lead her attacks. I changed my strategy one last time to match and outwit her animalistic behavior, but I can't say I had exited without my share of received blows. It seemed the judges of the tournament were keeping tally, and after calling our battle over, I was named Leader of the team for Malandaia.
