Name: Amaryllis Stendarr
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 17
Worship:
Weapon:
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Slave
Type of Mancer: Diviner
As a diviner, Amaryllis Stendarr hates his abilities, for they cause him pain, both emotionally and physically. He does not want to see the future, for he knows he cannot change it, no matter how hard he tries. As for the physical pain, well, the strain he puts on his body to achieve the different spectrums of divination that he performs take different tolls on his body. It can just be aches and dizziness or even bleeding and passing out. But a diviner is a special thing. A special thing that can be worth a lot to those who want to predict their futures. So, to make that money for himself, Amaryllis’ older brother sold him into slavery when Amaryllis was just five years old. He was thrown into lots of different situations, passed from slave auction to slave auction, dragged all over the continent, before finally getting bought by an evil man when he was ten years old. He was put through horrendous, unspeakable things. His next master was no better. Nor was the next. After passing hands between those three masters, his was thrown in with the del Bosque family when he was fifteen. If they know of his past, they do not really say. It is not as if they care about him. He is a slave. Dispensable. They think this because he keeps his powers hidden from them. He does not want to be used and abused as he was with his previous masters. As a slave, he is extremely complacent and will do anything he is told, even if it will cause himself harm or even death. He does not care anymore. He was broken long ago. But there is one scrap of dignity left in that torn soul of his, a scrap that seizes hold of him in the most dire situations and keeps him from begging for mercy or his life. His eyes are always narrowed in a glare or staring into nothingness as he is addressed by superiors. His pale skin is blanketed by scars of all shapes and sizes. His legs are both tattooed, from his hips all the way down to his ankles. He often hides these tattoos, and he won't tell the meanings of them, though there are certainly are a lot. He has dark brown hair, often tucked under a hat or hood. He always wears boots too. It makes him feel a little military. He would have killed to be a soldier. A pity he will never be one. Amaryllis is very advanced in his power. Being very studious, he has explored all aspects of it, managing to take full control of it. There's much he has to learn yet despite his grasp, for as he grows in power, more knowledge appears for him to find and acquire. He is very selective of those he will call friends. A harsh life has taught him the meaning of misplaced trust very well. And despite all his appearances of being a docile and numb person, he feeds his 'shadow'- the darker side of his psyche- and tends to view the world in a very twisted way. Perhaps it was twisted for him by all the people he has met throughout his life. In the end result, he has become broken and finds his own life to be meaningless.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 17
Worship:
Weapon:
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Slave
Type of Mancer: Diviner
As a diviner, Amaryllis Stendarr hates his abilities, for they cause him pain, both emotionally and physically. He does not want to see the future, for he knows he cannot change it, no matter how hard he tries. As for the physical pain, well, the strain he puts on his body to achieve the different spectrums of divination that he performs take different tolls on his body. It can just be aches and dizziness or even bleeding and passing out. But a diviner is a special thing. A special thing that can be worth a lot to those who want to predict their futures. So, to make that money for himself, Amaryllis’ older brother sold him into slavery when Amaryllis was just five years old. He was thrown into lots of different situations, passed from slave auction to slave auction, dragged all over the continent, before finally getting bought by an evil man when he was ten years old. He was put through horrendous, unspeakable things. His next master was no better. Nor was the next. After passing hands between those three masters, his was thrown in with the del Bosque family when he was fifteen. If they know of his past, they do not really say. It is not as if they care about him. He is a slave. Dispensable. They think this because he keeps his powers hidden from them. He does not want to be used and abused as he was with his previous masters. As a slave, he is extremely complacent and will do anything he is told, even if it will cause himself harm or even death. He does not care anymore. He was broken long ago. But there is one scrap of dignity left in that torn soul of his, a scrap that seizes hold of him in the most dire situations and keeps him from begging for mercy or his life. His eyes are always narrowed in a glare or staring into nothingness as he is addressed by superiors. His pale skin is blanketed by scars of all shapes and sizes. His legs are both tattooed, from his hips all the way down to his ankles. He often hides these tattoos, and he won't tell the meanings of them, though there are certainly are a lot. He has dark brown hair, often tucked under a hat or hood. He always wears boots too. It makes him feel a little military. He would have killed to be a soldier. A pity he will never be one. Amaryllis is very advanced in his power. Being very studious, he has explored all aspects of it, managing to take full control of it. There's much he has to learn yet despite his grasp, for as he grows in power, more knowledge appears for him to find and acquire. He is very selective of those he will call friends. A harsh life has taught him the meaning of misplaced trust very well. And despite all his appearances of being a docile and numb person, he feeds his 'shadow'- the darker side of his psyche- and tends to view the world in a very twisted way. Perhaps it was twisted for him by all the people he has met throughout his life. In the end result, he has become broken and finds his own life to be meaningless.