Akali dai Remethiel
**« Roumeurs des souverains _»**
Elle avait goûté l'émotion de la rumeur pendant qu'elle tournait autour de la petite ville de Misala, les jaunes vifs et les rouges, tout le monde était douteux et excité dans une mesure presque égale, mais elle n'a pas besoin d'utiliser son goût pour voir cela. Tout le monde regardait les nouveaux arrivants de façon suspecte, ou se tapait dans leurs sièges. Elle courbée à la périphérie de tout rassemblement, se cachant derrière des barils, ou sur les toits. Elle était aussi méfiante qu'un animal sauvage, mais elle était venue se précipiter devant les mêmes rumeurs qui avaient amené le reste. _Souveraines_. Vingt-cinq d'entre eux, et elle était sûre qu'elle avait entendu que c'était pour _chaque_ personne rassemblée. Elle n'avait jamais vu un si grand rassemblement de personnes comme elle, capable d'utiliser la magie d'Arcane.
Ses lèvres courbées dans un sourire, révélant ses dents presque trop blanches, et elle enfila un long brin de ses cheveux ébènes derrière une oreille elfique élégamment effilée. Elle s'accroupissait sur un toit surplombant la foule en bas, attendant avec impatience le mystérieux employeur. Viva s'assit au sommet de l'épaule droite, grinçant sur une amande qu'Akali avait réussi à récupérer de la campagne voisine sur leur chemin vers Misala. L'argent n'était pas la raison pour laquelle Akali était venue de sa vie dans la nature, c'était uniquement pour le fait que quiconque s'intéressait à l'embauche d'un si grand nombre de mages _doit_ être après quelque chose de merveilleux.
Akali voulait, non, **nécessaire** quelque chose de merveilleux. Elle l'utiliserait pour l'amélioration du monde, et elle l'arracherait des mains de ceux qui pourraient l'utiliser pour de mauvaises actions. Elle n'avait pas senti ça vivant depuis des années, pas depuis que sa mère était à ses côtés.
- C'est quoi, ça?
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Lorsque le mystérieux employeur est apparu devant eux, Akali s'est approchée du coin du toit, presque pendant que son corps tremblait d'excitation. Viva avait cessé de grignoter l'amande dans ses pattes et semblait rayonner la même excitation qu'Akali. _'Les Archives de Weisstraugh?! Tant de beauté, tant de puissance, nous en avons besoin! Tant d'autres à combattre, mais nous serons en mesure d'obtenir ce que nous voulons à la fin... Nous le faisons toujours.Elle a scanné les mages ci-dessous pour identifier les personnes d'intérêt qui pourraient se mettre en travers de son chemin.
Deux elfes, elle a réalisé avec un début. L'un semblait presque aussi vieux qu'elle, mais elle sentait quelque chose de lui dont elle ne savait pas être sûre. Sa personnalité était intense, comme un soleil d'été s'abattant sur vous. Elle sentait le rouge de la personnalité d'Eddy. Elle ressentait l'envie de chercher un plan d'eau en le regardant, mais l'autre elfe était presque le contraire.
Elle était comme la forêt, calme mais forte, symbole de la beauté de la nature. _Emerald profond_, c'était la couleur Akali sentait de Darthalia, et Akali n'aimerait rien de mieux que de passer des heures à l'ombre d'elle. Akali aimait la création et Darthalia était parfumée avec cette odeur aussi.
Puis il y en a eu d'autres... _humains_. Akali a eu plus d'interactions dans sa vie avec eux que les nains, mais les humains lui semblaient le plus dur des deux. Ils n'étaient généralement pas agréables d'être autour, et se heurtaient durement à la beauté de la nature.
Celui-ci sentait _ashen grey_, un garçon humain pas tout à fait encore un homme, juste un jeune aux yeux d'Akali. Ordore était prudent, méfiant... C'est dégueulasse. Quelque chose lui avait fait du tort, et il n'apprendrait pas la beauté du monde depuis de nombreuses années, Akali était presque sûr de cela. Peut-être qu'elle pourrait le coincer? Elle pourrait essayer.
Elle a jeté un coup d'œil pour voir un autre humain, un personnage plus masculin cette fois. Plus âgé que la plupart des autres, il sentait le vert acide, un homme volatil qui pouvait évacuer le venin de ses mots. Viktor était quelqu'un avec qui Akali voulait parler, il semblait avoir un caractère défensif sur lui-même... et les défenses signifiait _secrets_. Et parfois, les secrets signifient _beauté_.
Ses yeux fermés sur une créature étrange, une chose féminine vêtue d'armure primaire qui lui rappelait l'une des bêtes de la nature, l'une des sortes qui dévoraient n'importe quelle pauvre âme assez malheureuse pour entrer dans son chemin. Mastrix respirait de _abyss black_, l'abîme le plus profond, le plus sombre, le plus effrayant qu'Akali puisse imaginer. Elle ne traverserait pas le chemin de celui-là, Akali en était sûre.
Et elle a finalement remarqué la dernière personne de la note, un homme qui sentait le saphir bright, méfiant mais pas trop méfiant, et malléable comme le ciel clair, capable de prendre la vie un pas à la fois. Elle aimait le parfum de Ru le plus des humains, et cela a aidé à penser qu'il était particulièrement beau. Pour un très jeune adulte humain, c'est-à-dire.
Leur employeur, cependant, elle ne semblait pas sentir quoi que ce soit de la part de. Il la frustrait, ne pouvant pas dire ses émotions ou sa personnalité, ni sa couleur, de son point de vue. Il était juste... vide. Elle détestait les choses sans beauté du tout, mais elle avait _nécessaire_ cette mystérieuse chose cachée pour qu'elle puisse aller aux Archives. Elle râpait sur ses nerfs, mais il pouvait créer, et c'était quelque chose que Akali se félicitait.
Et puis les choses sont devenues moches, vite.
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**« La misère de la bataille »**
Akali a failli tomber de sa place sur le toit en pleine horreur et choc quand l'homme elfique a tiré sur le chef du bandit au visage, mettant fin à sa tirade. C'était le chaos en bas, surtout quand la femme effrayante dans l'armure primaire a mis la ville enflammée dans son rampage. Akali a été forcée de sauter du toit où elle s'est accroupie et sur le sol pour éviter les flammes léchant le toit. Viva scaper rapidement dans le dos de la chemise d'Akali pour la protection, faisant des chiroptères effrayés. **"Tu es mort, elfe wench!"** Akali a à peine eu le temps de réagir quand une voix mâle grincheux est venue de derrière elle juste avant que l'épée atterrisse là où elle était. Elle voûta à l'envers avec l'utilisation de son staff et le tourna en face d'elle, casting _Illusionnaire_ sur le bandit musclé masculin. Les visions de l'horreur nageaient devant ses yeux alors qu'il tombait à terre, criant et s'écriant dans la douleur et la peur.
Akali se détourna de lui, seulement pour se jeter sous la hache d'un autre qui venait de l'ombre. **"On déteste les trucs sournois qui essayent de nous faire du mal!"** Sa voix musicale a surpris le bandit, comme si elle chantait comme elle parlait, même au milieu du combat. Elle a trébuché le bandit avec son bâton, puis lui a donné un coup aigu au diaphragme qui lui a pris le vent. Akali a légèrement happé sur son corps, secouant la main quand il a essayé de s'emparer faiblement de son pied.
Elle a balayé le champ de bataille du village et s'est froncée sur ses lèvres grinçantes. Misala avait été belle avant les feux et le sang avait entaché cette beauté, du moins à son avis. La nature et la civilisation collaborant... c'était quelque chose de splendide à voir, maintenant ruiné et en cendres brûlantes. L'odeur de _blood red_ a traversé la ville. La colère. La mort. Laideur. Elle a vu un rassemblement de bandits et de mages se battre, et elle est devenue plus en colère ils se blessent. Le sang s'est éclaboussé contre les bâtiments délabrés et à travers le sol, détruisant la nature.
Akali a élevé son personnel dans le ciel et incanté, **"Starlight, Starbright, se blottis leur combat!"** Une averse d'étoiles d'arcane brillantes pleuvait sur le rassemblement d'une douzaine de personnes, et des lapins et des furets spectraux éclataient alors que les étoiles frappaient des objets ou des personnes. Ces créatures couraient aux bandits comme aux mages, explosant sur l'impact. Les blessures d'un bandit se recoupaient d'où sa peau avait été asséchée par le feu quand un lapin le touchait, tandis qu'un mage était renversé dans l'explosion inattendue d'un furet. En tout cas, son sort n'a fait que provoquer plus de chaos, bien qu'Akali ait été satisfaite des effets. Elle ne pouvait pas supporter de voir la victoire écrasante des mages, car ils semblaient mal comprendre les responsabilités que leur pouvoir leur donnait.
** « Avec un grand pouvoir, nous devons l'utiliser pour le bien, et jamais pour le mal... »** Akali murmura les paroles que sa mère lui avait dites il y a longtemps. Cette domination totale était tout sauf bonne, même si les bandits avaient choisi ce combat. Sorti par son sort précédent, deux autres bandits venaient de la menuiserie, l'un avec une épée, l'autre avec une longue lance. **"Nous ne sommes plus intéressés par ce combat, stupides! Arrête de venir pour nous!"** Akali s'en est pris à la paire et a parié un coup de couteau de la lance du bandit avec son bâton, et a à peine escaladé la balançoire d'arc vers le bas de l'utilisateur de l'épée. Elle a eu une floraison de bleus où l'épée terne avait gratté son épaule. Elle a serré une main contre elle dans l'incrédulité, et elle semblait rayonner de danger de tout son être.
Ses yeux s'élargissaient, et ses lèvres se séparaient dans un piège. **"Nous n'aimons pas être laids! Nous n'aimons pas du tout!"** De tout autour d'elle, le monde semblait devenir fantastique, plus extraterrestre que naturel. Les bandits ont cessé de se charger d'elle alors qu'ils sentaient des _choses_ éjaculer sur tout leur corps, et le rire maniaque des fées dans leurs oreilles. Akali a glissé son personnel dans la boucle sur le dos de son étrange garb tandis que son _Beautify_ a travaillé c'est magique. Une fée a atterri sur son épaule, enlevant la teinte violet foncé de ses bleus, mais laissant la plupart de la douleur.
Elle sauta rapidement au-dessus des corps et tourna autour du reste des batailles alors qu'elle se dirigeait vers la table de guerre de Raenor, que leur employeur était toujours près, apparemment protégé de tous les dommages par une force invisible. Quand elle est arrivée, elle s'est retournée dessus, s'y accroupissant comme un tigre sauvage avant qu'il ne vomisse. **"Nous n'aimons pas être faits en pions, mais nous allons le mettre avec lui pour la chance de voir les _Archives_, l'homme volé."** Sa voix musicale criait, sonnait haut et joyeux, contrastant les mots. **"Mais nous pensons que peut-être cette attaque de bandit n'était pas purement coïncidant. Quelqu'un voulait que cela se produise, et nous ne sommes pas heureux de voir une telle laideur... mais encore une fois, pour les _Archives_, cela en vaut la peine. Dites-nous, homme volé, avons-nous réussi votre test?"** Au cours de son discours, ses yeux se faufilaient constamment sur la carte posée sur la table juste à côté d'elle, et ses doigts secouaient le désir de la ramasser et de l'étudier. Elle voulait cette carte pour la sienne, pour voir le monde tel qu'il était quand la magie était proéminente... ça l'aiderait à rendre ce monde beaucoup plus beau.
!( "Dysmoira")
**Name:** Dysmoira "Dys" Bazgard
**Race:** Dwarf
**Age:** 28
**Alignment:** Luminous Knight
**Personality:** She's a rough-and-tumble, honest speaking, ale guzzling dwarf. Dys doesn't mind fitting into those stereotypes one bit, and she'll readily share a good dwarf joke over a mug of ale when she isn't on duty. The one time you wont see a jovial smile on her face is when she's facing magic, or magic users, which she openly despises to a zealous degree. Surprisingly, she is insatiably academic, and you can rarely see her without a book of one form or another in her hand.
She is openly charismatic in her own right, and willing to talk and joke with just about anyone, but is hard to truly befriend - she wont consider anyone her "true brother" until they've proven themselves, whether through battle or otherwise. When you are her true brother, you will know it, and the perks of it are her undying loyalty. For a true brother, she would willingly take their place on the gallows.
What Dys cannot abide by almost as much as mages are people who feel sorry for themselves, and she will get noticeably frustrated the more people around her wallow in their own weakness, emotional or physical is all the same to her. Her motto is, "draw strength from your weakness, and realize in your strength you are weak - then learn to get over yourself". She has moments of self doubt just like any other, but she refuses to let them get in the face of her duty.
**Bio:** She was taught from a young age to feel the anger of her ancestors in her bones, the fury for the magic that once enslaved their noble race and diminished their pride. In retrospect to that, growing up in the wealthy Bazgard Clan was disheartening to Dys, as everyone around her preferred living behind the shield of the Luminous Knights, crafting their weapons and armor, and tinkering with their newest inventions. Dys even hated the Luminous Knights for a good portion of her life, mistakenly thinking that they kept the dwarves underfoot to steal their inventions to take the glory that dwarven invention wrought for themselves.
She trained relentlessly and angrily as she grew into her teens. She would practice with the weapons her father forged, and would test the armor her mother crafted. She gained a reputation among her neighbors as the "Young Battleaxe", as much for her fiery personality as for her fighting style in the local arena. Dys proved to be a brute force during combative trials, and her parents realized she wasn't meant to live a life of crafting in the Undermountain. They brought in a peculiar teacher to instruct their daughter in not just the ways of battle, but also in her academics (which Dys tended to ignore).
Dys's instructor, much to her initial dismay, was an elven woman named Vivace dai Remethiel. The woman was calm and tranquil like a still lake, held her patience like a mountain, and had outlandish ways of telling Dys just exactly what she was doing wrong. Dys became fed up and stormed from her instructor more than once, but eventually they began to see eye-to-eye when Vivace literally flipped Dys over in the middle of a lesson and beat the young dwarf senseless for her snottiness and insolence. After that, Dys was much more apt to listen to what Vivace had to say, though the elf had to put her to the knee on a few more occasions.
The elf completely changed her outlook on life, and over the next ten years of being under the tutelage of Vivace, Dys transformed into a whole new person. Her instructor became her hero and role model. She held a fire in her heart to join the Luminous Knights, as Vivace once had, and to learn more about the world in all it's wonder. She gained her insatiable reading habits from Vivace giving her "pop quizzes" about books that the dwarf was supposed to have read as her homework, and when Dys hadn't read them her punishments were worse than when she failed in her combat training or mouthed off.
After just over a decade of tutoring Dys, Vivace passed away from age. The young dwarf was shocked and dismayed, she hadn't realized that her infuriating but wondrous instructor had been so old. To honor the elf's memory, Dys practically ran to join the Luminous Knights so that she could spread the fighting styles Vivace dai Remethiel taught her across the battlefields of magical tyranny.
**Initial spells/techniques:**
- _Cataclysmic Force:_ Dys slams her battleaxe or fists upon the ground, object, or person and creates a three foot wide by two foot tall semicircle of outward expanding Luminosity in front of what she hit. This shock wave isn't capable of being manipulated by Dys, and she uses it mainly for combat control as it moves forward on it's own until it dissipates into nothingness seconds later. (During later levels of this spell, it would be a full circle of expanding Luminosity from the target location. The expansion would stop ten, fifteen, twenty, etc. feet from where it began depending on it's level, and it's dissipation period would happen ten, fifteen, twenty, etc. seconds from the beginning of the spell)
- _Negation Force:_ She creates two one foot by one foot shields that float over her forearms. This shield moves with her, and is incapable of being placed over another portion of her body. (During later levels of this spell, the shields would morph into wing-like protrusions floating along her arms and back, capable of being bent and flapped to block attacks)
- _Liquid Force:_ The only spell Dys is capable of controlling as a projectile, it appears as a one foot long snake made of light, bending and twisting chaotically as it slithers toward it's intended location with varied speed. Sometimes it travels fast, and other times it is slow, and it all depends on how well Dys manages to cast it. When it reaches it's target, it wraps around whatever it is like a python, attempting to squeeze the magic out of it. She uses this spell the least because of how finicky it is. (During the later levels of this skill, it becomes more and more like a python, growing in size to a maximum of three feet wide by twenty one feet long. It's power and speed both remain chaotic through out it's leveling)
**Skills:**
- _Battleaxe Mastery:_ She is skilled in using the weapon through her constant practice during her life in the Undermountain, and her furthered training among the Luminous Knights. When she has one in her hands, she is a brutal fighter. Though she may not be as swift as an elf or human, her strength is put into every swing and the force is staggering.
- _Elf's Cunning:_ She isn't just brute force, her time with her elven instructor taught her cunning. She is exceptional at using her environment to her advantage, and quickly surmising effective escape routes should the need arise.
- _Rei'shi:_ When she cannot hold her weapon in her hands, she was taught the elven hand-to-hand fighting style of Rei'shi. This style is primarily defensive in nature, and when used it appears as though the user is fluid in motion, blocking attacks with open-palms and shifts of their body. It primarily focuses on the use of the arms and upper body, while the lower body is kept light and free to move. Rei'shi is a practice of unwavering patience, as it offers no offensive attacks.
- _Repair:_ She has learned through growing up in her Clan to repair armor and weapons. She isn't master-level at it, but her aid can be handy in a pinch. She typically carries around a small supply of repair materials on her person.
**Combat strategy:** In combat, Dys would be one of the first to go in to test the waters while still playing it safe. She is aware that her poor control over her Luminosity spells make her a prime target, and she will actively juke her opponent. Her primary fighting style is with her battleaxe, and she tries to create as much reach as possible with her weapon to counteract her diminutive size, her main attack with her weapon would be _Cataclysmic Force_.
If her weapon is taken away, or the space is too small to use it effectively, she switches to Rei'shi and employs _Negation Force_ so that her blocks and body shifts don't leave her wide open for magical assault.
She prefers to leave _Liquid Force_ entirely alone, unless under extreme circumstances.
**Unique equipment:**
- _Vivace's Virtue:_ A battleaxe her father gave to Dys when she announced that she would be joining the Luminous Knights. Apparently he had been prepared for that particular announcement, and presented her with it immediately. The battleaxe is one of her most treasured possessions, named after her beloved teacher. Sometimes Dys fondly calls it "Vivi".
- _Mother's Blessing:_ A unique set of armor made by her mother specifically for Dys. It was bestowed upon Dys before she left to join the Luminous Knights, and she has grown familiar and accustomed to it's maneuverability.
- _Necklaces:_ A pair of seemingly plain necklaces. They hold tremendous sentimental value for Dys, and she wears them at all times.
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**Name:** Akali dai Remethiel
**Race:** Elf
**Age:** 127
**Alignment:** Mage
**Personality:** Akali is a perpetually cheerful, somewhat naive and lighthearted elf at first glance, but one delves deeper they find that she is.... different. Her eyes are just a little too wide, her smile shows slightly too much teeth, her laugh is a touch maniacal . In her underlying fervor, she wants to _paint_ the world with her magic, to make the normal abnormal, to make the abnormal wondrous, to beautify the ugliness, to erase war, to cease conflict.
She has odd ways of being touchy with others, and even more peculiar ways of speaking. She will refer to herself as "We", and never "I" - and most people are _sure_ that it isn't the royal we, but as if she truly believes herself to be more than _just herself._ On top of the rest of her oddities, she is sure she can taste the emotions of others, and describes them as colors. All in all, when most people speak to Akali for an extended period of time, they're either left perplexed or irritated. Or both.
It is insanely difficult to offend this elf, and she infact loves when people describe her in different ways, no matter how bad or good. She loves it all! During battle, she is unpredictable and tricky, as if she is "playing" with her opponents. She leaves nearly every opponent alive, but she believes that in fighting for your life, there is beauty - and yet she wishes for all conflict to stop. A contradicting mixture to be sure, and it somehow adds weight to the way she describes herself as _"We"_...
**Bio:** Akali was born long ago to Vivace dai Remethiel, an elf who had been cast out from the Elven Forest not long after Akali was born. They had found the Arcane Magic within Akali, and instead of letting the Keepers of the Grove dispose of her precious daughter, Vivace chose exile. Vivace had known that it was impossibly stupid to give up her life for a mageling child, but once she had decided, there was no way to go back. She kept her eyes ever forward with her daughter, Akali, by her side and tried to eek out an existence in the wilds, so that her child wouldn't need to live a life restricted by the Luminous Knights.
In retrospect, Akali had loved living off of the land with her mother, but over time Akali had grown too curious about the world of magic. She delved into dangerous territories once or twice, with Vivace reeling her back in each time. Vivace knew that her daughter wasn't normal, even for a mage, but it was when Akali took it too far and had tried to _paint her magic_ onto a child that she lured from a nearby village that Vivace realized that Akali had no concept of _right_ and _wrong_. Vivace tried to instill these lessons into her gently at first, but when Akali wouldn't understand, her mother had to resort to violence.
Reprimands were in no short order as Akali aged further, but she did learn the basics of what she **should** and _shouldn't_ do, and to please her mother she tried to make her magic useful for peaceful ends. Illusions and beauty, these were things Akali knew that her mother would surely like! Akali practiced the art of such things, and cultivated it, all in order to show her beloved mother how wonderful magic could be.
When Akali used her _Illusionaire_ on Vivace, her mother experienced intense agony and fear, and collapsed from the shock. When she awoke three days later with Akali fretting over her, Vivace had, had enough. She took her innoncent and naive daughter to the wilderness with one thought in mind: Vivace had to kill her own daughter, before Akali could wreak havoc upon innocent people with her idea to "beautify the world".
Their fight was one-sided, with Akali so confused that she couldn't even muster a spell, though she had no desire to hurt her beloved mother. Vivace had her staff to Akali's throat, ready to crush it and end Akali's life, but she couldn't bring herself to the awful deed of erasing Akali dai Remethiel's existence. Her mother threw the staff to the ground and left, never looking back.
Since then, Akali has tried to find her mother, but to no avail. She wants to paint the entire world so that no matter where Vivace may be, her mother will see how beautiful Akali has made it and delight in her daughter's efforts.
**_"All we want is for mother to be happy with us!"_**
**Initial spells/techniques:**
- _Illusionaire:_ Akali twirls her staff around and as she does, an illusion weaves before her target's eyes of whatever they fear most. Other mages could see through it easily in it's early stages, while regular folk would be duped for it's duration, though as she gets more powerful, these illusions become more and more wondrous. And terrifying. (duration of 3 seconds at lowest level, then increase of 3 seconds per level as she gets more powerful)
- _Beautify:_ Akali's magic seems to imbue itself in the world around her, giving the world a magical and mystical look. This effects her opponent's auditory and sensory capabilities, as they seem to feel and hear phantom fairies and butterflies crawling all over their bodies. When the spell ends, each of the butterflies that landed on them explodes in pure arcane power, causing minor damage, while the fairies minorly heal whoever they land on. (5 butterflies and fairies at lowest level, increasing in increments of 2 for butterflies and 1 for fairies each level)
- _Starlight, Starbright:_ Akali raises her staff to the sky, and a shower of magical stars rain down on her target location. These stars will explode as they touch the ground or opponents into visions of furry and cute critters, typically rabbits and ferrets that run amok inside the area of effect, exploding on contact with anyone in the circle, healing or damaging them depending on the critter. Rabbits heal, ferrets damage. (duration of 5 seconds and 3 critters at lowest level, increasing in increments of 5 seconds and 3 critters)
**Skills:**
- _Rei'shi:_ Akali was taught the style of Rei'shi by her mother, and she is particularly adept at it. This style is primarily defensive in nature, and when used it appears as though the user is fluid in motion, blocking attacks with open-palms and shifts of their body. It focuses on the use of the arms and upper body, while the lower body is kept light and free to move. Rei'shi is a practice of unwavering patience, as it offers no offensive attacks.
- _Acrobatics:_ Akali is unnervingly light on her feet, able to climb just about anything that could be climbed, and flip over and around all sorts of obstacles. She has adopted this light-footedness from her time spent in the wilds, climbing trees and rocks.
- _Staff Mastery:_ Her mother taught her the use of the staff growing up, and Akali has learned to be adept at using it to keep enemies at bay while she beautifies them with her magic. She can use this to vault away, or as a way to focus her magic, though the staff she uses isn't a Focus quite yet.
- _Vegetarianism:_ She refuses to consume meat and lives off of the plants of the land. She is adept at finding edible plants in the most unlikely places, as well as practiced in their correct preparation. To that end, animals seem to be attracted to her and she finds it unnaturally easy to befriend them.
**Combat strategy:** In combat, her true desire is for it to end. To that effect, she uses her abilities to slow and confuse the onslaught of her enemies, all the while she is keeping far back and away with her staff and acrobatics should any opponents try to attack her directly. If she were to face a Luminous Knight, she would try to run from them as fast as possible.
**Unique equipment:**
- _Memoria:_ The staff Vivace left when she abandoned Akali, and the one Akali uses to this day. It was made from Elven magic, twisted and formed into an extremely durable and flexible weapon that Akali takes every advantage of. On one end, it has a loop for a lantern, and on the other it has been attached with the head of a paintbrush. The latter was Akali's doing.
- _Friendship:_ Akali has a unique bond with a flying squirrel she found in the wilds. She has named it Viva, in memory of her mother, and the creature is usually crawling somewhere on her person, munching on nuts and acorns.
**Other:**
- _Themesong:_ (