<hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kaedia</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Kaedia<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Magical Theme:</strong> Shadow arts<br/><strong>Magic:</strong> Conjuration and Distortion<br/><strong>Love interest:</strong> None at the moment<br/><strong>Measurements:</strong> Approximately 32A. Tends to stuff her bra. Roughly 25 waist, 30 hips. A little under five foot at 4'10"<br/>Link to Profile (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=195720.msg9521068#msg9521068)</div></div><div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/48118774/RP%20Picture%20Reference/Vicky.jpg)</div><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Name:</strong></tt><sub>Kaedia Antumbra</sub><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Location:</strong></tt><sub>Tea Club Room // Sitting next to the window</sub><br/><tt class="bbc_tt"><strong>Tags:</strong></tt><sub>Open</sub><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>&lt;Backstory&gt;</strong></span><br/><br/>Kaedia was probably the quietest of the club. Calling her quiet may have been an understatement. You could count the number of words she spoke on average on one hand. Unless you happened to spark her interest. She grew a little more chatty when she was interested in something but for the majority of the time she kept herself enthralled with a book or something prancing around outside the one small window the club had.<br/><br/>Kaedia was, by nature, self-entitled. Growing up her family had practically worshipped her. She heard the legends over and over. The same old tale told in a hundred different ways. How her family use to be some of the strongest mages in all the land. Was it true? Kaedia seriously doubted it but her family seemed to believe it and any argument otherwise was met with no acknowledgement anything had been said.<br/><br/>As the story goes they were once among the strongest; they held the power to manipulate the night itself. The shadows were their puppets. And other dark metaphorical ideas. The story goes on until one day they crossed the wrong person. Someone who put a curse on the family line. A curse they repressed the magic of their children. And their children's children. And their children's children's children... and so on and so on and so on. Each story said a different way to break the curse. Funny that.<br/><br/>Then along came Kaedia. The first in her family in over a hundred years to show magical potential. She was praised as the breaker of the curse. Or some other such nonsense...<br/><br/>... but even if she did view it as nonsense and a fairy tale to explain why her family couldn't even make a spark once you've been dotted on and praised enough you begin to feel you truly are special.<br/><br/>That was the root of her self-entitlement. It propelled her to constantly study and make herself better. Her goal was to truly become one of the strongest magicians on the land. Add a grain of truth to her family's fantasy. In her mind it was possible and she'd accomplish it.<br/><br/>The first step of that was surviving school. She had danced around joining a club for as long as she could. Until one day her teacher had been very direct; she would either join a club or risk punishment from the higher ups. She relented and picked a club that seemed like the less-intrusive. Something where she could do her thing while everyone else did whatever.<br/><br/>That was how Kaedia ended up in the Tea Club.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>&lt;End of Backstory&gt;</strong></span><br/><br/>Kaedia sat at her favorite spot; the chair she pushed against the window. It offered a small view of a tree not far from the window. And most importantly it offered enough light that Kaedia could read her book. Today is was a book on the old magics. At least the old magics that were recorded. Many transcripts had been lost over time. She was always secretly hoping to find someone that mentioned her family name.<br/><br/>She thumbed through the book and listened not-too-closely to the others talking not too far off. Her eyes every so bit lifted up and glanced out the window. This particular moment she caught sight of a little dog wandering around in the shade of the building...<br/><br/>... an impish grin spread across Kaedia's petite lips as she leaned a little closer to the window. She looked down at the doggy and wiggled her fingers. Suddenly the dog looked confused as it took off running after... something. Then it stopped tilting its head to the side and looked around. As it turned around suddenly the dog began running to the opposite side.<br/><br/>For the dog a delicious bone was dancing around just out of reach. Each time it was about to sink its teeth into it the bone would simply... dissappear. Somehow appearing on the opposite side. Distortion magic was such a lovely thing!