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[EmoBiatch]

Joel didnt get any sleep because he was nervous about the upcoming battle. What am i gonna do !? My first battle and i dont know crap about them... I hope i REALLY have the speed advantage like sergeant said... Joel got up and left the tent, and noticed, that Tarran and KineseN/Poala were leaving the others. Joel ran up to them. Hey, can i come too...where ever you're going, i have to get something else to think

[Lemonblock]

Requesting to be put on the waitlist, please!

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---Character---
Name: Aureen Kase
Age: 23
Specialty: Magic - Iceweaving
Appearance: She has long brown hair that reaches to about the middle of her back, usually tied in various ways if there's serious work to be done. Also, she has blue eyes. A little thin, but nothing about her really stands out.
Personality: She's not much for conflict, being mostly a helpful type. The lack of strength she possesses probably factors into that; she would not come on top in a physical conflict. She tries to solve conflicts diplomatically when they do come up. However, she is persistent, and will keep trying something over and over until she gets it, especially when it comes to her magic and its uses. She likes trees for their mysterious ways.
Background: Born the daughter of a clothier, Aureen discovered her magical talent early in life. She thought she could put it to good use weaving clothes - if only ice wasn't so cold. And transparent. And impermanent. She was sure the kinks would get worked out eventually. So when the rebellion came up and war began, she thought she could profit from going near the battlefront and learning about what the soldiers wanted. Perhaps she could create some armor. Unfortunately, she ended up drafted instead.
Origin: Keloran - Border City of Jidar (sister city to Tensarel)

---Current Status---
Health: 20/20
Stamina 26/26
Mana: 93/93

---Equipment---
-Equipped-

--Weapon
Main Hand: Iron Mace, in the left hand
Off Hand: Wooden Buckler, in the right hand
 
--Armor
Head: Her hair; what did you expect, baldness?
Neck: Nothing
Torso: Leather Breastplate
Legs: Leather Greaves
Feet: Leather Boots
Hands: Leather Gloves
Arms: Leather Vambraces + Two interlocked golden bracelets on the left arm

-Inventory-

--Weapons
Back: Nothing
Belt: Iron Dagger
Other(Specify): Nothing

--Other Items
Empty Bound Book of Emptiness (possible use as a spellbook, if one is needed, or a diary)
Yard of cloth

---Statistics---
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 4
Toughness: 4
Intelligence: 7
Charisma: 8
Willpower: 4
Perception: 4
Magical Power: 7


---Skills/Spells---
Ice Strands - Generates a quantifiable amount (high amounts may be overpowered, but low amounts may not be able to create anything? Will leave this up to consideration) of strands of magically flexible ice, able to be woven into various objects or manipulated. However, they retain most basic qualities of ice such as low temperature, transparency and temporary nature. The more concentration - and therefore mana - that is put into the spell, the longer the ice strands last before melting. Minimum mana cost: ??

[Talarion]

I'm sorry, my mind blanked for a bit at the contradiction that is 'middle-class clothier'... I apologise if I'm bursting your bubble, but this is set in Medieval times. Pretty much everyone was low-class except for Merchants (Middle) and Nobles (High), as I understand the system.

[Lemonblock]

I'm sorry as well. I'm not very well-versed in the middle ages, unfortunately. Thanks for the correction.

Let's just say a low-class clothier then?

(Or, you know, just a clothier, since that'd be redundant.)

(Second edit: Just realized that the class system should have been obvious, seeing as a more prominent middle class only emerged after the middle ages. History class memory fail. -headdesk-)

[Dsarker]

We've got magic, which would presumably be its own class.

[adwarf]

Ignore wrong thread to little sleep.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Arkon, finished with his meal, followed the others off. Maybe he could learn a bit about magic as well.

[Talarion]

Mages, in this world, are considered a low-high class. They are generally seen as 'High Class', but Nobles and Royals see them as lower than themselves. So they're just on the threshold between Middle and High class. Unless they are also from a High Class family or something, such as Tarran over there. :3

[KineseN]

Poala suddenly stopped on her tracks and as expected that blond haired young man bumped into Poala, the silver top bumped into him and in turn the gray haired one bumped him. Poala almost lost balance but steadied her in the last second. The three men wondered why she had come to a halt when Poala turned around. She started to count how many they were.

"There is me, the blonde one, the silver haired one, and the gray haired one here - no wait, here comes another one." This time an average looking man came running towards them, joining the ever growing group. Poala stood for a minute to see if there would be someone else coming but none did. "Must be sleeping." She turned around and started looking for the Mage's Circle again.

But she were only partly right for it was only the sailor that was sleeping. The one with goatee had left and then returned to camp but not stated anything and the last one, he with the wiry build was still slurping on his soup like it was the most exquisite meal of a life time.

This was going to be a long day.