Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/dc85c382-7724-41ff-bab3-2139c7e1f7a6_zps0098b00b.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Kikari Lunes<br/>Age: 18 (earth years)<br/>Race: Human<br/>Skills: Elemental Magic, Summoning Elemental Spirits, Minor Healing<br/>Physical Combat: Staff (see image)<br/>Weakness: anything requiring a lot of physical strength, black magic<br/>Personality:<br/>*sweet<br/>*passionate (about things she believes in)<br/>*compassionate<br/>*understanding<br/>*caring<br/>*loyal (to those she sides with)<br/>*rebellious (against those with the overlord)<br/>*fiesty<br/>*strong (not in a physical sense but in will and heart)<br/>*smart<br/>*kind hearted<br/>*protective (of others especially those who have no means of protecting themselves)<br/>*helpful<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Kikari often hid deep within the dark, willowy, crooked and skeletal like forest made up of leafless trees. A seemingly deep forest without a hint of life to be seen. The forest of Matoral was a forboding and haunting place. Generally even the follows of the twisted and evil overlord tried to avoid the place. Rumors of ghostly entities and demonic auras rippled around the land. Most of which were unsubstantiated. A place so hollowed and withdrawn from other areas made the perfect place to hide and train. Less likely to have foot traffic happen upon her then. During stormy nights this forest seemed ghastly and monsterous. As if the very essence and naturous soul of the leafless trees came alive to spook and torment unfortunate souls. A somber feeling of sorrow and pain often filled this land.<br/><br/>She was training to become stronger. The stronger she became the more chance she would have against the follower's of the overlord. The more chance she had against the follower's the better she could push herself to perhaps one day lead an overthrowing of the demonic devil's advocate they knew and feared as the overlord of this world. A man whose harsh and cold iron grip suffocated and smited all of the land. Peaceful places quivered and trembled in fear. Mere rumbling and rattling emotional earthquakes of terror filled nearly all in this land. Fearing the mighty strike of the tyrannical tigers claws. Long, sharp, and extensive claws the fierce embodiement of evil did keep.<br/><br/>There were those who cowered in fear like lambs to the wolven slaughter. Then there were those like her who lay in wait like a tiger stalking its prey for the opportune moment to pounce this vile snake in the grass who ruled these lands. Though they were hidden and few and far between...the will to free their land and people from this tyrant was a hidden strength and hope that bubbled when ever they should speak. Perhaps one day...this shrouded in darkness, despair and chaos controlled world would be free to thrive and revive to a radiant and vibrant beauty and life once more. For now...they would have to strike and hide. Use the land and its secrets to whittle away one battle, one step, at a time. To win the war you must first win the battles no matter how great or how small.<br/><br/>Maybe...maybe one day the one of prophecy would show. Though many knew this ominous tale...very few held faith or hope in its coming to be. You never know though...what the passages of time shall breath upon your waking tides. She stopped and blinked. It had almost felt like the magic in the air had pulsated high then shriveled down low. Curiousity filled her eyes. Her staff returning to a special holster upon her back. Perhaps there should always be a wariness when venturing forth based not on more than curiousity and wonder. Still...curiousity may have killed the cat but to have no interest at all is to bite the dog in the ear. In other words...to gain something you must first seek something.<br/><br/>She moved quietly yet quickly towards where the pulsating had originated from. Stopping and hid behind the thick trunk of an age ancient once upon a time evergreen tree. Peering around it at the being that she saw standing there. Curiousity in her eyes. He wore clothes like none she had ever seen before. Yet...at the same time...the could have easily been something that would be made here. She watched the male. Studying him and gauging him for threat level. Searching him with her eyes for obvious weapons or means of hostility. She spotted none from and overviewing glance. That did not mean he had none that were hidden. She would wait and see what this stranger would do...and if he turned into a dangerous foe unexpectedly.