Liimu
Name: Liimu
Species: Blup’r
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at a lanky 6’2” with a acrobat’s build, and clothed in soft pastel water-proof velvety silk robes from head to toe as well as around her mouth, the veiled frog mage’s bright blue and yellow rubbery flesh warns all who know about her to stay away. In spite of this, she often approaches with a certain serenity – a somber acceptance of her fate.
Abilities:
Mage-level Magic User: Liimu wields water, wind, ice and lightning – the skies are her’s to command, and she is creative in how she applies this. Unlike most Blup’r, she knows the value of direct offense, and her willingness to send a stream of lightning is rare amongst her people. In addition, she is an accomplished healer and illusionist. While her direct offense pales in comparison to those from other mage towers, it is both a blessing and curse within her repertoire.
Boing goes the Frog: Using her strong, springy leg muscles, Liimu is also very mobile, accomplishing surprising feats of athleticism, which sets her apart from other mages of her caliber.
Weaknesses:
Easily Croaks: Liimu’s defenses are highly dependent on her ability to dodge and using magic to limit any direct attacks on her. If attacks do manage to make it through, she will quickly crumble.
Background:
Liimu has always been a gentle but strong soul. When she was small, her years in the mage school were marked by always playing a big sister role – nurturing the younger students and always playing counsel to them. She often volunteered to help with healing the sick and wounded – even the rare lyzard that took up arms against others. She became a small heroine in her own right, as often those treated would speak highly of her bedsided manner.
However, their stories left an impact on her. Those that came back from battles or wars, from having to defend the various settlements from criminals or outside threats. For as much as lyzards loved peace, she came to slowly question just how much of peace depended on war, on the blade, on the bayonet…
When the Faction attacked, she felt herself compelled to join in the war effort to save the realms. This decision shocked many of her peers and teachers in the Mage Tower of Lyzzarkyth. Her rationale was simple: of the fresh blood who was capable of fighting, she was one of the few that had already heard tales of
the bloodshed and seen what it could do to a peaceful soul.
However, sometimes being aware of an incoming shock does not adequately prepare one for the traumatizing impact.
War was even more horrible than she had heard about. And what’s worse? She was GOOD at it. Her mastery of the elements as a mage proved invaluable, and her understanding of war made her a fierce tactician – a beautifully deadly combination for a mage.
And as the first skirmish ended, the charred remains of her victims and the freshly dead of both sides cemented and seared a singular truth that she forced herself to embrace: There was no going back for her. Never.
Loving her people, but finding herself unable to bear their stares and gawking, she has since dedicated her skills to protecting the realm and the denizens within, hiding away from the company of most of her kin.
Species: Blup’r
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at a lanky 6’2” with a acrobat’s build, and clothed in soft pastel water-proof velvety silk robes from head to toe as well as around her mouth, the veiled frog mage’s bright blue and yellow rubbery flesh warns all who know about her to stay away. In spite of this, she often approaches with a certain serenity – a somber acceptance of her fate.
Abilities:
Mage-level Magic User: Liimu wields water, wind, ice and lightning – the skies are her’s to command, and she is creative in how she applies this. Unlike most Blup’r, she knows the value of direct offense, and her willingness to send a stream of lightning is rare amongst her people. In addition, she is an accomplished healer and illusionist. While her direct offense pales in comparison to those from other mage towers, it is both a blessing and curse within her repertoire.
Boing goes the Frog: Using her strong, springy leg muscles, Liimu is also very mobile, accomplishing surprising feats of athleticism, which sets her apart from other mages of her caliber.
Weaknesses:
Easily Croaks: Liimu’s defenses are highly dependent on her ability to dodge and using magic to limit any direct attacks on her. If attacks do manage to make it through, she will quickly crumble.
Background:
Liimu has always been a gentle but strong soul. When she was small, her years in the mage school were marked by always playing a big sister role – nurturing the younger students and always playing counsel to them. She often volunteered to help with healing the sick and wounded – even the rare lyzard that took up arms against others. She became a small heroine in her own right, as often those treated would speak highly of her bedsided manner.
However, their stories left an impact on her. Those that came back from battles or wars, from having to defend the various settlements from criminals or outside threats. For as much as lyzards loved peace, she came to slowly question just how much of peace depended on war, on the blade, on the bayonet…
When the Faction attacked, she felt herself compelled to join in the war effort to save the realms. This decision shocked many of her peers and teachers in the Mage Tower of Lyzzarkyth. Her rationale was simple: of the fresh blood who was capable of fighting, she was one of the few that had already heard tales of
the bloodshed and seen what it could do to a peaceful soul.
However, sometimes being aware of an incoming shock does not adequately prepare one for the traumatizing impact.
War was even more horrible than she had heard about. And what’s worse? She was GOOD at it. Her mastery of the elements as a mage proved invaluable, and her understanding of war made her a fierce tactician – a beautifully deadly combination for a mage.
And as the first skirmish ended, the charred remains of her victims and the freshly dead of both sides cemented and seared a singular truth that she forced herself to embrace: There was no going back for her. Never.
Loving her people, but finding herself unable to bear their stares and gawking, she has since dedicated her skills to protecting the realm and the denizens within, hiding away from the company of most of her kin.