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Kir | 100 | Hybrid (Wood-Elf & Human) | Athorian | Fighter | Leeds Character Blog for Children of Athoria Fantasy RPG How To Write With Me: Post a starter and tag me in it! Drop me an IM for more advanced plots! Take a look at my current open starters! Throw a starter into my inbox! Literally anything just make sure you TAG MY URL and I'll reply as soon as I get on!

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Kir & Ali || Play Chase FB2

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Athorian Gardens @fighterkir

Alivander teleported through the thin magical current spread naturally all over the world and landed with a pop of existence right in the middle of the Athorian Gardens. He took off running the second his feet his the damped soils. Not taking the opportunity to appreciate the beautiful place, or noticing his clothes were equally as vibrant. A royal purple jacket snapped taunt against his shoulders while he ran as fast as he could, and wore a magicians hat in a hunter green and littered in pins (and about two sizes too big).

“Give it back–” the pop of another witch yelling at him– appearing only a few paces behind him only had Ali grinning. Spinning on his heel to appear behind him with a playful shove before he took off in the other direction. Louis, his Raven familiar was in flight above him filling his head with angry words, and Ali’s joyous laugh filled the gardens in response.

“We’ll lose him here dear friend–” he said confidently to Louis, “or I’ll turn him into a rabbit for a few hours. Then you can carry him off?” Ali pulled his hat off his head while another pop of the witch chasing him appeared a few paces in front of him. Ali ducked his head at the blue spell shot his way and put his hand in the hat and whipped it out quickly– a sparkling pixie dust coating the space between them. Making the gardens flicker in painted illusions of being in the city of Monir to his pursuer. Ali chanted the spell without a wand, spinning his hat once and was pulled right through it.

Appearing on the other side of the gardens– he toppled out of his hat. Landing in the flowers on his back and continued to laugh gleefully at evading the other witch. For now at least. Louis landed on the ground next to him. Pecking his fingers and flapping his massive wings as if he was laughing with his friend.

Kir spent a lot of her spare time in the woodlands that ran parallel to the Athorian Gardens. Throughout her life, the fighter had found themselves drawn out of the city and into the trees wherever and whenever possible. His attire spoke for that fact. Knee high, brown leather boots quietened his steps as he leapt from tree to tree, his agile figure allowing him to contour to the twists and turns of the natural world. His dark green cape flowed behind though its hood stayed firmly over his short hair, covering the top half of his eyes. Underneath the mantle, Kir’s person was protected from many forms of harm through self-wielded leather armor, the material hugged as close to his chest as he could bind without bursting a lung. A longbow named Aarém, the only part of his true parents he was left with, rested on his shoulder and a fair-sized quiver was strapped to his back. 

Despite the additional weight, however, Kir was able to move through the forest in almost silence. His eyes constantly scanned the detritus, looking for suitable vegetative patches and remained ever hopeful to spy a satisfying supper, rather than a dull rabbit or squirrel. This last hope, however, was rarely fulfilled for the forest took and took and rarely gave. Nevertheless, for Kir, it was more rewarding and economic than using coin to purchase food. 

His hunt, however, was interrupted by a rather peculiar sound. The half-elf’s pointed ears twitched towards the gardens. Curiosity had always gotten the better of the fighter and without all too much thought, he redirected his route. Jumping from tree to tree, always keeping a level of concealment through the foliage, Kir soon landed on forests’ edge. He took Aarém off of his shoulder, his right hand loosely wrapped around the grip. Again, the curious noise echoed through the trees. Enough with this peculiarity, Kir thought as he took a hesitant step out of the verdure. 

His brow furrowed at the sight of a man dressed in exotic flavors running through the fields some distance away. To the human eye, Alivander would be but a dot and his pursuer a blur. But Kir was able to zoom in a little further than the average man. His head tilted, like a curious dog, at the strange man’s bright purple jacket and his eccentric yet extraordinary hat. Kir was certain that this man came from somewhere much more buoyant than the City of Sin she originated from. 

As the strange scene unfolded in the distance, that curiosity took a firmer hold on the hybrid. He stood back up from his previously crouched position and ran along the last of the branches, gliding gracefully down one, propelling himself up into the air off of its curved edge. Though, before his feet touched the garden’s flowers, a much louder pop rung through his ears. The half-elf hastily drew two arrows from his quiver, attaching them to the drawstring. As he landed and spun on his heels to face the laughing magician, he drew the string back to his chin; one arrow pointed at the eccentric man, the other at his idiosyncratic companion. 

“Name yourselves,” Kir boomed, tugging at the string in a threatening manner. 

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Kir’s Timeline | 100-45 Years Ago

This outlines Kir’s childhood and foster parents, her experience of The Great Viking War and how she became a figher.

100-75 Years Ago:

Abandoned by her real parents, Kir’s life began on a cold street corner in Leeds. She sat there, a baby no older than a week, for twenty-four hours as people passed her by, human and supernatural alike. In the early hours of the following morning, a kind and gentle human couple finally answered her cries picking her up and taking her into their home. The man and woman raised Kir as if she was their own, bringing her up as best they could despite having no understanding nor connection to her elvish background. Her foster Father, Léofric Féifoy, was an out-of-service knight who had been one of the great swordsmen of Athoria during his time. It was from him that Kir learnt how to fight. The renowned knight taught Kir how to wield a blade, shoot an arrow and trained her in the anicent martial arts. 

Her foster Mother, Ysopa Féifoy, a herbalist, taught the hybrid how to read and write and the art behind herbal medicine. By the age of 23, Kir’s wood-elf lineage allowed her to excel in her Mothers trade and whilst she wanted to follow in, and was perfectly capable of following in her Fathers footsteps, society did not deem women fit to act as fighters, let alone kinghts. On her 24th birthday, Kir’s Mother past away due to an illness brought on by the harshly cold winter. Ysopa’s herbalist trade was passed down to Kir. Combined with her ability to hunt and brave the wild forests, Kir was able to create and develop herbalist medicine, something she decided to specialise in due to the nature of her Mother’s death. By now, Kir’s growth and aging rapidly had rapidly slowed down. This isolated her from much of her childhood friend group who were all humans. As they grew old, Kir remained young. 

50 Years Ago:

Then the Great Viking War begun. Forces stormed Athoria and havok, destruction and terror flooded the across the entire country. Fires blazed and homes were destroyed, Kir’s included. The young hybrid was captured and forced to witness her foster Father’s brutal beheading. Little did the Vikings who took her know, there was far more to the herbalist than met the eye. The agile and stealthy half-elf managed to escape their grips before they were able to kill her, running and seeking refuge in the deep, dark woodlands. 

Rage took over the once kind and gentle hybrid. The half-infinity sign on her back burning her skin as, for the first time, it darkened in colour. It was in this moment of rage, Kir cut off her hair. Her screams shook the forest and sent even the great Eagles flying. In mere hours, she had lost everyone she held dear; her family, her old childhood friends and her Mothers’ business. For five years after the Great War, the hybrid stayed alone, deep in the high woodlands living off of the land. There is, however, only so much lonliness one soul can take.

45 Years Ago:

Kir made her way back to the rebuilt city of Leeds and as she entered a tavern, she was greeted with ‘Greetings, Sir’. An odd, unfamiliar sensation of satisfaction came over her and it was then that she began her gender-fluidity and as a result began to bind her chest. Using her new found ability to pass as a man, Kir began attending the fighting pits and, after a few visits, she signed up as a fighter. Being in a profession that only required adhoc work, Kir began to seek after his true parents knowing that since one of them was an Elf, they would most likely still be alive.

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Physical and Ability Description

Physical Overview:

Kir stands taller than most humans but shorter than elves at six foot, eight inches. He has a lean build and displays elven lineage in his features. The most prominent of these similarities are his pointed ears and exotic, slightly slanted emerald green eyes. Kir’s skin is almost translucent, except on her back which is marked with two pale green lines that run from her shoulders to the middle of her back and cross over each other, creating half an infinity sign-- a mark of her wood-elf heritage. When angry, these lines become a dark green and also have a glow to them if exposed to moonlight. His hair is cut short, something he did as a child without realising that it would never grow again. It is dark brunette in colour and is naturally straight, but due to rarely taking care of it, it has grown wavy and messy. 

Appearance Overview:

Kir does not uphold her eleven heritage dress style. Rarely does the fighter wear any colour other than black nor does she particularly enjoy showing her pale skin. She often binds her chest, especially when fighting, and easily passes as a male in any environment. In terms of clothing, Kir opts for practical, dark leather-based clothing and will always be wearing at least one item of clothing that can conceal a weapon. When on an adventure, or when hunting, the fighter will have a bow and quiver across her person, which, is her weapon of preference. 

Ability Overview:

Senses: Kir’s senses are more powerful than humans. Her eyes are able to function at a much lower light level and able to focus on objects and people much further away than that of a human eye. Her sense of smell is slightly greater than her human counterparts, but this is a sense Kir has not attempted to develop yet. The fighter’s sense of perception is significantly greater than humans, she has an innate connection with nature as is able to connect with mother-nature which often gives her the upper-hand when out in the wild. 

Eleven Magic/Immunities: Kir has not developed any eleven magic. He is, however, immune to magic sleep effects and similar enchantment spells. 

Speed and Reflexes: Kir moves faster than humans do both in running and in reflexes. This is what makes her such a decorated fighter.

Weapon Familiarity: Proficient with a longbow (weapon of choice), shortbow (used mostly for short-distance explorations) and a master of hand-to-hand combat.

Elemental Resistance: Being half wood-elf, Kir has a natural resistance to the harsh woodland environments of Athoria, making travelling long distances across the country a relative ease for the fighter. Her lineage means that Kir knows the wild like no other and does not need to keep to the main paths of the woodlands to stay on safe and on track. 

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