Prophets of War... (Open Challenge)

[Prophet]

Open Challenge; part of the Prophecy of Humanity campaign. New Character; Power Character Battle.

Standarad Rules; post a template and we shall begin.

Name
Ana V’rin

Gender
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Age
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Appearance
Ana’s sage-like beard is as white as snow. Those youthful blue eyes shine with the brilliant twinkle of serenity. A loose grey robe is tied against her young body with a simple black cloth strip. His deep black hair flows back against his pale scalp like ebony water. Dark skin glints against the golden sun like oil in the desert. He smiles a wrinkled grin as he raises a rough palm. Her arms are as smooth as the beach at sunset and those soulful grey eyes glisten with the wisdom of the ages…

Personality
Ana is like water, filling whatever container it needs to. Ana pushes and pulls, but always with flow, simply going with the force Ana knows to be natural. Ana is relaxed, yet powerful, knowing when to be still, and when to torrent…

Power
Ana does not command power; she simply guides flow. Forces being acted upon or guided are all subject to his soothing whisper. Should an element of the universe be tapped into and redirected, she can return it to its natural flow, as well as guide it with her own will. Ana can use his essence as a sort of paddle or brush, to sculpt the flow of reality around him. She is a guide within the forces of reality.

History
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[Shinra]

Name:
Gosk Ronan

Age:
1247 but looks like he's 19

Appearance:
Gosk stands proud at 5'9 and His hair is a silver-white color and is down do his sholders and the front its combed back neatly. All of the hair on his sides is combed anlg the earline, showing his pointed ears, Yes he's an Elf. His skin is a pale white and has bright green eyes. His clothing is like most elven archers... A Forest green cloak over light clothing but he does have a Mithril coif underneath his clothing that shines like a green star. He has a Elegantly shaped sword at his hip and is double edged but the Front edge is slanted out and the edge behind it follows until it meets at the top. So the shape of the blade swivels once and is adorned with several gold runes at the base of the blade. The hilt and pommel show hissing snakes. and there's a golden vine curling around the handle. to reval a bright emerald the size of one's thumb.

Personality:
He's a constant forest dweller so that means he's reserved and quiet. He has wide knowledge overall most historical subjects and knows his way with a blade as well, He only fights to protect other forms of life. His title is The 'forest Sage' because he knows how to commune with nature telepathically. And that has provided him with a great resolve, A sense of peace and duty. and his only regret is that there's no one that wants to protect his home with him.

Power:
His abilities range from knowledge of medicinal plants,to telepathic communication with the trees and through these connections he can even siphon energy from plants and animals but if he drains too much, he'll kill that living being. but if you bar your mind from him he cannot siphon energy from you.

History:
Gosk Was born in a small elven village and lived there until he was three with his parents. But shortly after his third Birthday a Thunderstorm came upon the forest village and struck one of the houses in the village while they were asleep. The other elves in the village except Him and his parents had perished in the fire that consumed their home. After that, Gosk and his parents went into the forest until they came upon the biggest tree in the forest. there was a hollow underneath the tree's roots and His parents left them there. But they told him to listen to the tree and that's when his life actually started. His parents never returned and his listened to what they said. The tree had established a connection with Gosk... teaching him of the plants of the forest and how to talk with them. He's had years to master it... Being an Elf he could live long, and travellers have caught mere glances at him... And sometimes if one got lost in the forest they would be helped out by him...

 

[Prophet]

The greatest days are the ones in which I encounter something magnificent...

The forest was quiet. Emerald green leaves glittered with sunlight as a gentle breeze blew through the expanse of foliage. It was a beautiful day, with the mid-morning sun glinting wonderfully in the sapphire blue sky. There was not a cloud in the atmosphere, and the golden sunbeams danced amongst the redwood foliage. There was a slight whistle as a bird warbled out its lone morning song, and a slight crunch as one of the millions of pine needles littering the forest floor was crushed by an unknown footstep.

When I find a phenomenon... A marvel unique in the Universe, unseen anywhere else, well... it makes it all worth it...

There was a gentle breeze as a bare white foot stepped on the brown earth. There was a gentle crackle as pine needles snapped, and the sun glinted on the pale white skin. A shadow flitted across the forest floor like a sneaking animal. There was the barely audible whisper of wind against pale skin. Long white hair glinted in the brilliant sunlight, like snow caught in the sunrise...

I seek out such marvels... this time, not only for research; they must know of the terror ahead...

There was a small clearing ahead... a circle, bare of trees, where simple red dirt lay. A figure slowly drifted into view, garbed in gray robes, complimenting the pure white skin... Blue eyes glinted in the sunlight like icicles, and the figure drifted in, as if carried by the very breeze. He stood tall, as if he was a cloud, simply blown in and taken form, hovering slowly in the middle of the clearing. Long white hair flowed behind his wrinkled face, and his spindly fingers seemed to hang like spider-threads on his hands... It was utterly serene the way he moved; like a snowflake on the wind...

He needs to know... so she can possibly stop it...

The face softened, and the wrinkles vanished, melting together into smooth skin. It was if the breeze had simply wiped away the age, and where a sage-like man once stood, a beautiful woman now stood still. White hair flowed behind her, and she let a soft hand slide along her hip, tightening the black cloth tying her robe together subtly.

"Wind... bring him here..." she whispered, barely audible, letting her words translate into the breeze as it gently swirled around her, billowing against her gray robes slightly...

 

[Shinra]

Gosk had just felt a gust of wind push him toward where he just was... but his stature was holding him in the tree... The gust continued to intensify so He pulled out his blade and thrust it into the branch he was standing in to hold his ground. The wind kept pushing against him and he was just holding onto the blade. the wind had lifted the rest of his body into the air. "Holy Forest. Bring me vines to hold me against this wind." He said as he reached out with his mind. A Vine followed with the wind and Gosk grabbed him. He turned his head back to see his challenger. He Pulled his Blade out of the Branch, Sheathed it and Let go of the vine. Then let the wind guide him to spin around then thrust his knee into her gut.