Feela s'est retirée de la vapeur, se rappelant qu'elle pouvait la brûler. Pourquoi ces gens étranges ont gardé la vapeur de leurs casseroles dans des tubes l'a bafouée, mais ne valait pas la peine de le découvrir. L'odeur de la mort fraîche et brûlée Dark-folk a rempli l'air ici, et elle s'est sentie stupide d'avoir chargé dans cet endroit pour rien. Tout comme elle était sur le point de se retourner, un garçon avec un masque noir effrayant a couru vers elle et a commencé à lui faire des bruits. Pendant un moment, Feela n'a pas pu comprendre les bruits, mais avant longtemps une vieille partie de son esprit, longtemps inutilisée, a commencé à se réveiller à nouveau. Pourtant, il y avait des mots qu'elle ne pouvait pas intriguer dans les choses que le garçon a dites.
"Raas-ou?" Elle a dit, essayant de forcer les mots de sa longue voix inutilisée. Frustrée par son échec, elle a foiré son visage et a essayé à nouveau. "Quaaaat es ah raaas-un?" Les mots venaient lentement à sa mémoire, et n'avaient pas l'air tout à fait correct, mais elle pensait qu'elle s'était approchée. L'utilisation de mots à nouveau était étrange, comme la première fois qu'elle avait utilisé ses armes populaires. Se rendant compte que le garçon lui agitait encore la main, Feela suivit de façon incertaine. Elle était perdue et confuse et plus qu'un peu effrayée. Dark-folk elle pouvait se battre, mais cet endroit et c'est déjanté caractéristiques étaient quelque chose d'autre entièrement.
NAME: Feela
APPEARANCE:
Feela is 5'6 with jet black, shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes and dark, heavily tanned skin. She wears rough, homemade clothing fashioned from animal leathers and bones
ABSTRACT: A wild-child demon hunter
DETAIL: Feela was born into a small, isolated tribe in the wilds, knowing nothing about larger civilization. Her mother was a clothing maker for the tribe, and until she was 12 she was supposed to follow the same path. That was when her mostly peaceful tribe was attacked by a larger, more savage one looking to expand their territory. Feela's entire tribe was massacred, every man woman and child slaughtered, except for herself and the tribe's shaman. The shaman was an old woman, the founder of the original tribe after she had been banished from her own. Despite her peaceful ways, she had been raised and trained by a tribe of demon hunters, and still remembered all their traditions well enough to keep the invaders at bay long enough to escape with the only person she could find alive.
Now alone with a child to protect, and knowing she wouldn't live forever, the Shaman fell back on her old teachings to prepare the child for the world. She emulated her own teacher's harsh physical training, pushing Feela to her absolute limits day after day. She transferred the Hunter Sigils inscribed on her own flesh to Feela, teaching her to use each by thrusting the child into danger. For six years Feela's life was nothing but learning and training, until suddenly it wasn't anymore. Like all living things, her teacher's life came to an end, finally succumbing to her frailty at the age of one hundred and four. The last thing she ever taught her student was never to trust another person, since they all had reasons to betray others. With those final words, the Shaman closed her eyes for the final time, leaving her student truly alone in the world.
MAGIC:
Mantis Blade Sigil - A sigil on the back of the right hand which creates a blade of light from the hunter's fingers.
Tortoise Shell Sigil - A sigil on the back of the left hand which creates a shield of light dependent on the user's will.
Hawk's Wing Sigil - A sigil on the lower back that flings the bearer with force. The direction and strength of the flight depends on the will caster.
Owl's Eye Sigil - A sigil under the right eye that enhances the user's vision and allows them to see in the dark.
Gecko's Paw Sigil - A sigil on the back of the neck that allows the user to climb any surface. The more weight they are carrying, the more energy this takes.