Ioshten

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Player: Herastean

Character Full Name: Ioshten Duskfall

Character In-Game Name: Ioshten

Nickname(s): Io, Miss Barbecue

Association(s): Silvermoon & Dalaran

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Mage

Skills and Abilities: Ioshten is an arcane theorist, even though her knowledge allows her to use a wide variety of spell from different colleges and even create small spells of her own, her overall powers are limited by her young age.

Age: 119

Sex: Female

Hair: Red

Eyes: Green

Scale/Height: 5'9" (1.0)

Weight: 132 lbs (1.0)

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Io's often seen wearing a dark red robe with a hood over her face. A mask made of molten lava is covering her face without, obviously, hurting her. Representing a skull, it serves no other purpose than show off with magic.

Personality

Ioshten is a calm, thoughtfull and young magician. While tolerant, friendly and relatively willing to help, her fascination of fire and her role of battle-mage can lead her to fight her enemies without any mercy and, while trying not to kill and instead capture her enemies, she'll have no trouble injuring them badly and enjoy her superiority. Curious and good student, she enjoys learning and teaching.

History

There goes Ioshthen, the fourth and last daughter of the Duskfall family. Just look at her running with her arms charged with books, her weak ankles fying off like crazy beasts at the end of her legs. Even with a robe on, it looks like she has too many knees and not enough muscles. That's the life for a fourth child, one of the two girls, sister of two older brothers. Not a complicated or bad family. Simple jobs, like tailors or butchers. Really, the parents were happy of their children... Even Ioshten, even though her tendency to burn everything unwillingly as a child made them rather worried, but they could find a solution easily.

Look at her runni-.. Tripping, what ever. Just look at her, trying to look proud in her magical-student robes while trying to reach her class in time for the lecture. The magical university of Dalaran. That sounded like a good thing to the magical experts of Silvermoon when two parents rushed in to know how to keep their daughter from blowing up the house. It sounded obvious that placing a group of dangerous children together and far away from their parents for some months and then years would do them good and represented no serious troubles. After all, the university's walls are big enough to resist explosions. Lessons about what magic is, could be and how to control it. Lectures about the arcanes, the branches of magic, alchemy, spell making and much more, this place was a second home to Ioshten and she enjoyed every bit of it.

An intelligent girl. Not so bright when emotion comes to her, but a good student nevertheless. Even though the mages in Silvermoon agreed that she had a great potential and that she could, indeed, join Dalaran's university, her young age denied her entrance. Not because of Dalaran's standards, but because of the blood-elf mages' desire to evaluate her skills to let her grow with her own people. She was a good student. Not that patient but dedicated and capable of learning. Reaching adulthood, Ioshten was denied entrance to Dalaran once more, but because of something unexpected : the Third War. There's no need to go into greater detail of the battle itself for she did not take part in it and was lucky enough to be part of the survivors. It'd take a few years of reconstruction and pain for her to be sent off with a recommandation letter, her mage clothes and a brand new staff to the flying city of Dalaran for some more hours of studies and training as a fifth year student.

Look at her, the 119 years old student, running in the corridors and sending a fireball to blast the door opened and, without paying attention to the rest of the students, jumping for cover and out of her way, enter the wrong class room... Turning on the spot with her arms full with her favorite arcane books and notes, she'd eye a bewitched broom pass-by...

"Oh..." she said. Indeed, "oh." Pouting and frowning, Ioshten turned on the spot and producing a soft "pop!", vanished only to reappear in a room full of quiet students, glancing up to make sure this was the good one. Nobody minded her, it always happenned with Ioshten... Waving his left hand around, the teacher just sent her off to the seat on his left. "I'm surprised, you're only two minutes late... Please proceed with the board and we'll start." Nodding, Ioshten glanced at a piece of chalk and, producing a few "Oooh" from the first-years students, lift it up by mind power and started to reproduce complicated drawings and texts...

Yeah, look at this poor girl, in her last year of magical studies, for she might be an interesting fellow to look upon...