“It’s like you said, right? You should always protect those close to you.”
abilities: heightened endurance, heightened senses, healing magic, extensive knowledge of medical care and poisons, near photographic memory, muscle memory, empath, hand to hand combat
drawbacks and weaknesses: she can sometimes be nearsighted when it comes to engaging in a fight or committing to something. She won’t get into something unless she has all the facts or if Rhea agrees to do it. She gets too attached to people, but can be very harsh. She’s not as good in a fight as her friends, either. She can get very frustrated when people underestimate her, and when they overestimate her, too.
personality: tough, secretly cares a lot, intelligent, brash, hotheaded, stubborn, diligent, hardworking, focused, honest, neurotic, kind of closed off, protective, loyal, and passionate.
appearance: Shynah often gets mistaken for a guy. She’s slim, tall, and pretty muscular considering what her career path is. Her hair was originally a dark brown, but she dyed it red, and chopped most of it off. She has bright green eyes, and has a birthmark on the top of her forehead. She also has multiple tattoos on her arms.
fun facts: she has two sisters (both living by the way), used to be the setter on the volleyball team, is an A+ student, and enjoys experimenting with different medicines. She’s an open lesbian, and has a pretty big crush on Rhea. Her favorite food is sushi, and she and Elias have a love hate relationship. She can and will punch you in the face. Her fighting style implements her knowledge of human pressure points and she uses a syringe to poison her enemies if need be.
stats: intelligence: 10/10 || charisma: 7/10 || strength: 8/10 || cooperation: 4/10 || loyalty: 9/10 || agility: 5/10 || kindness: 4/10 || bravery: 7/10 || endurance: 8/10
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She wasn’t going to lie, the fact that Shynah had succumbed so easily to the Veela frightened her. She had always prided herself on her strong mind. She always expected that when the time came, she would be able to resist anyone and anything.
She hadn’t been able to shake these thoughts ever since then. Even now, in the roaring heat of the cave, where her adrenaline was pumping so fast that she couldn’t register anything else, those doubtful traces of failure echoed in her head.
Always make the grade. Become the best. Second place is no option if you want to live.
She exhaled, desperately trying to distract herself from her father’s words that were bouncing around in her head. It was like he had tattooed them in her mind.
Failure, her inner voice hissed. Look at you, crawling around in a cave. You’re throwing away everything just by being here.
No, she shook her head, as if she could dislodge the poisonous thoughts from the cavern of her mind. I’m here on my own terms. I chose to be here.
A yell reverberated through the cave, jarring through Shynah’s bones. Heart pumping in fear, she scooped up her lantern and dashed towards the sound, plunging deeper and deeper into the earth below.
She didn’t care. Not in this moment.
No, no, no, no. It couldn't be.
A small head poked out, the snatches of its upper torso pale and parched, the lines of blue veins visible even from where Shynah stood. And as she took a sharp breath; that weak, terrible voice rasped the words that she had been trying to banish from the back of her mind for so long.
“Kill them! Kill them all!”
A familiar, shining black veil pooled out of her hands, but it didn't point at Shynah, instead the ground began to groan as Venya moved toward a corner in the cave where someone else had been cowering, hidden against the farthest wall.
“Don't come any closer! I'm warning you!” a familiar voice cried.
Shynah felt as though someone had just punched her in the stomach, and watched as Elias stood in the corner, jutting out both hands, but with eyes so wide and fraught with terror that his entire body shook; wracked and twitching, heaving as though every breath that passed through was thick and choked the chest.
He was hyperventilating, unable to get the spell out, unable to get past the cold that gripped his entire being, the blinding fear of the visage; the tall, looming woman that seemed to flicker in and out of existence.
Overwhelming despair washed over her like a shower of steel bullets. Helpless. She had been utterly helpless. There was no excuse for that. She had been helpless then. Helpless, as this woman- this creature, whatever she was, had tortured those close to her.
Had brought them closer to death.
And she had done NOTHING.
She was a medic for a reason. Blinding rage consumed her senses; her vision. Her being. Closing her eyes, she summoned her will, her strength to the pit of stomach. A medic was supposed to have a clear head. Good intentions. The intent to heal. They used their heads. For magic and logic.
Shynah couldn’t afford to make that mistake. Not again.
So she pushed her magic deeper, towards her heart. Warmth seized her body, and her nostrils clogged with the smell of sulfur and decay. This was a warning. Medics often felt what effects they would inflict on their target.
For Shynah, the only option was death.
It was whatever that creature was, or Elias. Any other day, she would have hesitated. But that wasn’t a choice now.
And so, with her heart hammering in her chest, she focused her magic, her intent, into her fingertips. The creature’s back was turned. Pushing off the ground with the balls of her feet, she charged towards it, her magic humming in her ears.
And as soon as she was close enough, she jammed her fingers, laced with death, into the neck of her enemy.
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