<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/DGndMfz.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ebony Ivoria</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Ebony Ivoria<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br/><strong>Bio:</strong> Ebony is a relative rarity in the world, a child born of arcane parents. Her mother was a powerful sorceress, and her father a wizard of studious inclination. Her conception was just as much an experiment as it was an act of love, her parents wanting to seeing if it were possible for someone as deeply saturated in pneuma as her mother to carry a child to term and have them be born safely. After almost a year of training to repress her pneuma, her mother was impregnated, and spent the entire 9 months of her pregnancy without channeling her magic even once. The result was Ebony, a healthy baby girl, seemingly with her soul in tact. It's still not known what the long term effects this will have on her are, but so far she has shown a natural talent for magic. This combined with her early tutoring from her parents meant she was already quite proficient when she joined the Cabal. However she still seeks to expand her knowledge and abilities even further, in addition to stepping out from under her parents' tutelage and growing into her own.  <br/></div></div><br/><br/>"97...98...99...." Ebony silently grunted to herself as she completed her set of push-ups, having awoken even before sunrise to start her exercise routine. Sweat gently dripped down her rich, dark skin, making her curves and muscles glisten in the morning sun for all to see. And<em> all </em>was the right word for it, as the young sorceress was working out in one of the central gardens of their small commune, stripped bare naked without a hint of shame as she honed her body, meaning those who wandered over would receive quite the show. "Alright..." she said taking a deep breath, letting herself drop to the ground, only to roll over and begin some yoga stretching to wind her workout down.<br/><br/>Such a training regime had been routine for her even back when she was little. Her mother had always said that a healthy body made for a healthy mind, which in turn made for strong magic. It wasn't enough to just gather up pneuma if you lacked the proper vessel to store and redirect it, and so she was diligent in taking care of herself. Ofcourse the fact that her fit figure drew the eyes and appreciation of her fellow sorceresses didn't hurt either. As she held a long, unflinching pose, beads of sweat would begin to drip down to the ground off of her. Each one would cause a blade of grass or small flower to instantly spring up from where it landed, a small spell she was channeling to even further synchronize her body and magic, allowing her to train both simultaneously. She would continue her stretches for a little longer yet, even as she heard the telltale sounds of the others starting to stir.