Einaia Character Sheet

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ABOUT EINAIA

Einaia – now a flora archmage, is shy, awkward, and possesses a collection of monikers. Some call her Ei, others refer to her as Aia, Einaia, Eina, and any other nicknames formed from her name.With a new perspective, she goes on a new journey in which she hopes to overcome her shyness and improve her social skills, to be more eloquent in order to be able to talk to different kinds of species, to be able to build a genuine connection and bond with them, and create memories she could store and protect in her heart, and maybe one day carve these in her memoirs.During her free time, she sometimes observes the different kinds of species out there. Every once in a while, she reveals herself to them. At times, she either maintains or improves the magic barrier hiding and protecting her home as she does not prefer strangers to destroy her fields of flowers. Her love for flowers might be quite evident as she adorns herself with them, gifts flowers to express her appreciation, and also has a garden instead of a tower for an archmage. Perhaps the latter is an excuse to hide the fact that she is quite afraid of heights…Oh, another piece of information that might be worth noting is that she struggles accepting compliments. So, if it takes a while for her to respond or the tone of her voice seems off, please understand, she is not mad or anything. She does appreciate them, they just make her, hmm, a tiny bit flustered…More about Einaia:The flora archmage, despite struggling to be productive during a weather like this, loves rainy days or the cold weather. Naturally, not the heavy rain but just the right amount of rain. During times like this, she lets herself relax and feel cozy at the comfort of her home.She is quite shy, yes, but she can also be talkative as she likes talking to people! Although it might not be evident, she is trying her best to provide people comfort and a safe space as she values gentleness.

PRELUDE

First Page: The Flower Blooms under the Incandescent LightHer hair resembles the colors of a lavender flower, slowly fading away as it nears its end; with fair skin that glows; her eyes appear to be a representation of a pink diamond, faintly reflecting a rare flower; there exists two distinct beauty marks on her face, and; the warmth in her cheeks reflect the color of roses.Her hair being swayed by the gentle wind, a little smile was starting to form on her lips as she lightly picked up another piece of flower on her hand. Anyone who could see would notice the glint of happiness lighting up on her face. The glowing light was emanating from her body, attracting butterflies to surround her.Just who exactly is she?Second Page: Roots of the FlowerIn a kingdom somewhere, there lived a certain family wherein members are usually born with attributes and powers seemingly related to that of a flower or a plant. It is known to all that this family possesses magic unique to them and every person of their blood is capable of using Plant Magic or Flower Magic. There are also those who have rare cases, those who are blessed to be able to use Flora Magic or simply, both Plant Magic and Flower Magic. Furthermore, this family has been blessed with longevity. However, being blessed with longevity does not equate to immortality. Like other races or species, their aging is simply slowed, allowing them to be capable of living for long.The rare flower originates from this very particular family – one of the most prestigious families living in the kingdom; her roots unquestionable due to the fact that she inherited one of the blessings unique to her family – Flora Magic – making her one of the rare and unique people born in her bloodline.Third Page: A Rare Flower is BornFour-leaf clovers are considered to be rare, but they do exist. However, a pink one? In their world, its existence was not even thought of as it never existed. Well, until it suddenly did – until she was born.Albeit capable of growing pink four-leaf clovers and blessed to wield Flora Magic, her luck is unfortunately nowhere to be found, as if it was all used up when she was born. Still, having little to no luck, this rare flower continues to bloom gracefully, trying her best to learn and grow, and strives to fight challenges that come her way.Her existence itself is quite unique, huh? A rare flower, indeed.

INTERLUDE

First Page: The Flower Blooms under the Incandescent LightHer hair resembles the colors of a lavender flower, slowly fading away as it nears its end; with fair skin that glows; her eyes appear to be a representation of a pink diamond, faintly reflecting a rare flower; there exists two distinct beauty marks on her face, and; the warmth in her cheeks reflect the color of roses.Her hair being swayed by the gentle wind, a little smile was starting to form on her lips as she lightly picked up another piece of flower on her hand. Anyone who could see would notice the glint of happiness lighting up on her face. The glowing light was emanating from her body, attracting butterflies to surround her.

Chapter One: Fleeting Reminiscence of the PastIt was as if the thorns of darkness were never wrapped around her, never constraining her. As if tears as clear as crystal never tended to the growing plants, the agony in each drop seeping through the roots in the ground. How long has it been since then? When all there was is the faint glow of the little flower, in the middle of a withered meadow, with regrets and melancholy drowning her, and all she had by her side were the butterflies?Chapter Two: Deep-rooted FoundationYears ago on a fine day, somewhere isolated and far, a lone mage is seen to be walking a path leading to a beautiful meadow filled with beautiful flowers. It is hard to describe the expression that she had on her face. There was uncertainty dwelling deep inside of her for some reason, but it far precedes her eagerness to see the flowers brightly growing in the meadow. Unknown feelings quickly dissipated as her excitement and anticipation of the view prevailed; she started hopping and humming along her way. Soon after, she reached the field. Truly, the sight of it looked ethereal and serene; it soothes the mage, burying the unsettling emotions inside of her.Walking around, she started to admire the different kinds of flowers there were. It was a peaceful time for her – or at least it was until she started hearing whispers she couldn’t decipher. The mage stopped on her tracks and began trying to find the source of the voices. As though it wasn’t scary enough, a blast of wind came crashing to her without any warning, making her close her eyes shut.“Einaia…” The voice echoed clearly this time as the wind calmed down. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only to see butterflies fluttering around her. The whole situation rendered her speechless and occupied her mind with thoughts.“Who are you?! Leave me alone!” She shouted, struggling to breathe due to the panic she was currently in. She began waving her hand in the air as an act of rejecting the butterflies, only for them to dodge, completely unscathed.“It is time. Bloom, little flower.” As the voice echoed in the air, a book appeared, gently landing on her hand.As she held it in her shaking hands, she felt a familiar feeling rushing through her. However, she was uncertain as to what it was about. Before she could even think or act, a butterfly softly touched her forehead, as if it was a kiss; and without warning, her eyes began to glow, the expression on her face was blank, her lips tightly pursed.The book – the buried book of her forgotten memories opened up, with pages flipping in a split second as the mage struggled. Her body lifted up in the air, her mouth was gasping for air. Mysterious lights in the form of butterflies suddenly flew out of the book, embracing her body. After a minute that lasted like centuries for her, the light that covered her slowly faded, as if the butterflies of light were absorbed by her body.Her weight was pulled down the ground, leaving her body shaking, her hands clutching her chest. Crying in pain, she felt the throes of agony; regaining her memories felt like she experienced all of what happened once again; and as though the sky resonated with her, it began to rain.“No…” She repeatedly mumbled under her breath; her voice was trembling. As she tried to process everything, she came to a realization. The book. It was her doing. How could she forget?How could she forget all the betrayals she had experienced? Kindred spirits lost? How many times did she blame herself? She lost count. She was again faced with the fact that the knowledge she has of the world out there – she knew nothing at all. Hatred began spiraling inside of her. Oh, how naïve could she be! It is only right, her naivety is what caused all of this, isn’t it? For this, she couldn’t forgive herself. For years, agony, hatred, and cruelty were all that she became acquainted with. And yet, it was all too unfamiliar; she never knew why. The void constantly trying to swallow her in the abyss, the feeling of emptiness she always carried, was it because of her buried memories?Shivering under the cold rain, she let out a loud scream, later turning into muffled cries. How could she do this? How could she forget everything? After all the time that has passed, why now? Why is she only realizing this - the cycle of pain and hatred that could’ve ended if only she handled it well enough. Perhaps, then, she wouldn’t have channeled her anger to others, to her environment. Maybe – just maybe – it wouldn’t have led her to ruin herself.For years, she has been living like shattered shards of glass, she was feared, and when a few who were willing to fix her reached out, without awareness of inflicting pain through her sharp words, she let them bleed.Loathing herself, she questioned why she let herself forget all of this. There was no hint of life left in her eyes as she found herself crestfallen – devastated. Regrets came washing over her. She was feeling all of these forgotten memories deeply, even unconsciously affecting the surrounding flowers, as if her agony flowed into their roots, withering them.Days passed, seasons came by, the mage spent her days in regret, self-loathing, and isolation.Chapter Three: A Fateful EncounterAfter a long while of being embraced by the darkness, the mage is finally able to move forward despite being scared of what may be waiting for her again in the world out there. Once more, she began her new journey. She travelled to different parts of the world, observing different species, and on one fine day, she encountered two strangers as she was wandering about.“Hello! Are you new here? Do you want to be friends?” One of them asked cheerfully. Although they are of average height, she felt them towering over her as they stared, expecting a response, it seems.The mage, being flustered, only nodded with cheeks flushed and lips sealed tightly in a line, of what seems to be an attempt to smile. Upon her response, the strangers started a conversation – one that seemed like an interrogation to the mage. Trying her best, the mage exerted effort into contributing to the conversation despite thinking and is certain that she will never cross paths with them again after she flees to another place.Chapter Four: As the Branches Extend, The Budding Flower Grows: Kindred SpiritsAfter spending days with the strangers that she met, she flew someplace else as planned. The mage accepted that the possibility of meeting the two in the future would not be feasible. However, she was proven wrong as she finds herself now exchanging letters to those two strangers – who are now her kindred spirits. Whatever happened in the past few months, you ask? Perhaps that’s another story for another time. Now, with ink and paper on her hand, the mage finds herself beaming with excitement and happiness as she looks forward to writing another letter to be sent to her cherished friends. The two who used to be strangers, they are now one of her treasures.Her encounter with them turned out to be fruitful as it allowed her to grow, to expand her connections with people. Now, she has become more open to talking to people, meeting different kinds of species out there, and even trying her best to be kind to herself.Words are not enough for her to express her appreciation to the two, and of course, the other friends she met along the way. Their existence is a proof and reminder that she is loved, or at least that is what she believes. Without them, she couldn’t have allowed others into her life, and would not have survived the clutches of her past, as well as the problems that challenged her.

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Scene One: The Flower Dances on the BattlefieldA loud crash boomed, cracks on the surrounding ground began to form, followed by vines with flowers blooming as it moved around the area. This occurrence alarmed the bandits inhabiting the area, causing them to surround the mysterious smoke, expecting to reveal the cause of the loud crash. As the smoke starts to dissipate, a shadow of a person starts to reveal itself, until finally unveiling a woman with long hair resembling the color of a lavender, her clothes adorned with a mysterious flower – or at least it is unknown for those who haven’t seen or heard of it. In a wasteland with savages, her presence is unexpected, probably even unwelcomed.“Huh, who is this sparkly woman?!” One of the bandits shouted, clearly confused with the sudden appearance of the mysterious woman.The others looked confused as well, although they still have their guard up. With swords in their hand and a look on their face that clearly shows their readiness to slice down their enemies, anyone would be trembling in fear. However, the woman only stood there, eyeing the bandits with no expression on her face. Soon after, she let out a sigh of disappointment. Her actions led to the bandits furrowing their eyebrows, clearly furious.“HEY! WHO ARE YOU, HUH?!” The same man from before shouted once more, asking a question. Although, it doesn’t seem like he is patient enough to wait for an answer as he is now running to strike his sword.Before anything could happen, a sharp knife went through the man’s leg, causing him to fall down in pain. Everyone turned their eyes to the man who was responsible – a tall man in black clothing walking towards the commotion. With his appearance came the feeling of both fear and relief from the bandits.“Now, now, let’s not be hasty.” The man spoke as he threw a quick glance at the others before finally walking towards the woman.“Little lady, are you lost? We can send you back home and if you’d allow me, I’d like to apologize for my men’s hostility. They clearly do not know how to handle fragile things with care.” His words may appear considerate to others, but the mockery laced in his tone of voice didn’t escape undetected before the mysterious woman.“Fragile? Are you referring to me?” The woman uttered in a monotone voice, as if indicating she is both unfazed and unamused.The man lets out a hearty laugh, as though the words that came out of her mouth were so absurd that it’s actually funny. “I mean, who else but you? Clearly, you are a pretty delicate little thi–”The man did not get to finish his sentence as his body is now tightly wrapped in thorny veins, blood dripping out of his muscular body. Of course, he is still alive, only incapable of moving. Before his men could even move an inch, the woman swiftly passed through their defenses that not even anyone surrounding her noticed. In a split second, all the men were on their knees, with vines tying them up firmly. Screams of pain, anger, and sighs of disbelief began coming out of their mouth.“HEY, YOU! I’LL GET YOU ONCE I’M OUT OF THIS!” The tall man who seemed like the leader of the bandits screamed out loud, silencing the rest of his crew.The woman who was already walking away from the scene stopped in her tracks, not out of fear or hesitation but because she remembered something. She turned around to face them, her eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. As she lifted her hand, without much effort, the image of a huge, pink flower appeared up above the group of bandits. As soon as she swayed her hand downwards, small pink four-leaf clovers began gracing the bandits with their presence.“HAH! What is this, a kid’s show?!” The leader’s mockery was only ignored as she turned around to finally leave the scene.Soon after, the flowers which fell gracefully on the ground began to dissipate into a chilling form; freezing, crystal clear ice is seen slowly creeping their way to the bodies of the bandits, greatly affecting their capability to move. Screams of panic surrounded the area, their helpless pleas echoing before meeting the dreary chill of confinement.“Careful. A flower, although appearing delicate, can pierce you with its thorns.”She is far from being a delicate flower.