Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 18:40:39 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]ruba caplin
[attr="class","appc"]age 28
[attr="class","appc"]group magician
[attr="class","appc"]sex female
[attr="class","appc"]occupation weaponsmith
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she is not from here. she was brought to paris when she was six years old - she had a name before this. she remembers somewhere greener; and there was a different kind of magic. [break][break]
they say she is hardened by the world outside. but paris is sharp streets and cold stone. and she is shielding her riches. she has so much more than the wards she's among; precious things, memories - the way she'd sit in the sun and dirt, the bend of her grandmother's back, pastures, and the benevolence of a guardian who brought to bloom the smallest and brightest flowers. [break][break]
it was paradise, but for the smoke always curled like beckoning hands over the horizon.[break][break]
but ruba doesn't speak of this.[break][break]
she is silent and she is ambitious - she is above all, useful. making the weapons is a visceral magic in itself, and some lucid anger in her makes it easy to strike and bend, to force the metal into something deadly and useful (just as easy as it would be if the metal was a small girl).[break][break]
her silence suits the work - ruba is efficient and bored; soon the army standard broadswords become jewelled and golden, become rare and desired, become vessels for powerful demons, bound in blood long before they see a battle or a slaying. she is commissioned by officers and royalty alike.[break][break]
it is easy.[break][break]
ritualistic work, a lavish livelihood. she grows renowned, and again she grows bored. as any magician, she begins to experiment. as anyone, she begins to dream of strange things.[break][break]
(this was not how it was)
[attr="class","appi"]
she is not from here. she was brought to paris when she was six years old - she had a name before this. she remembers somewhere greener; and there was a different kind of magic. [break][break]
they say she is hardened by the world outside. but paris is sharp streets and cold stone. and she is shielding her riches. she has so much more than the wards she's among; precious things, memories - the way she'd sit in the sun and dirt, the bend of her grandmother's back, pastures, and the benevolence of a guardian who brought to bloom the smallest and brightest flowers. [break][break]
it was paradise, but for the smoke always curled like beckoning hands over the horizon.[break][break]
but ruba doesn't speak of this.[break][break]
she is silent and she is ambitious - she is above all, useful. making the weapons is a visceral magic in itself, and some lucid anger in her makes it easy to strike and bend, to force the metal into something deadly and useful (just as easy as it would be if the metal was a small girl).[break][break]
her silence suits the work - ruba is efficient and bored; soon the army standard broadswords become jewelled and golden, become rare and desired, become vessels for powerful demons, bound in blood long before they see a battle or a slaying. she is commissioned by officers and royalty alike.[break][break]
it is easy.[break][break]
ritualistic work, a lavish livelihood. she grows renowned, and again she grows bored. as any magician, she begins to experiment. as anyone, she begins to dream of strange things.[break][break]
(this was not how it was)
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ruba is a weaponsmith, commissioned for artifacts and enchanted weaponry, all custom and intricate - she crafts and binds them herself. necessarily, she is well versed in summoning and bottling djinn, as well as wards and banishment.[break][break]
she also has a keen sense of further plains, namely sensing auras of inanimate objects. people, or even artifacts are too noisy and ever-shifting to read or comprehend, but the residue they leave behind is clear. she can read emotions attached to objects, and on occasion pieces of their pasts.[break][break]
her familiar/contract/artifact is her hound, rahab. she is a rajapalayam, fiercely loyal, and bound to a djinn that, while not incredibly powerful, is extremely livid over being contracted to a dog.
[attr="class","apph2"]
ruba is a weaponsmith, commissioned for artifacts and enchanted weaponry, all custom and intricate - she crafts and binds them herself. necessarily, she is well versed in summoning and bottling djinn, as well as wards and banishment.[break][break]
she also has a keen sense of further plains, namely sensing auras of inanimate objects. people, or even artifacts are too noisy and ever-shifting to read or comprehend, but the residue they leave behind is clear. she can read emotions attached to objects, and on occasion pieces of their pasts.[break][break]
her familiar/contract/artifact is her hound, rahab. she is a rajapalayam, fiercely loyal, and bound to a djinn that, while not incredibly powerful, is extremely livid over being contracted to a dog.
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played by: uri[break]
face claim: [b]homestuck,[/b] [i]vriska serket[/i] - ruba caplin
[attr="class","apph2"]
played by: uri[break]
face claim: [b]homestuck,[/b] [i]vriska serket[/i] - ruba caplin
