Post by Aria Hart on Jan 24, 2017 20:28:55 GMT -6
Name: Aria Hart
Class: Shaman
Age: 15
Born in: Etruria
Appearance:
Aria wears that particular outfit most of the time, even when is travelling. She was always told as child that girls needed to wear pretty and prissy clothing at all times, so that is all she chose to do.
When it comes time for Opus to come out, she loses her prissy outfit for a particular wardrobe she built herself, consisting of a fine silk tunic, comfortable pants, and a pair of expensive boots. The outfit is quite befitting of a male noble or artist. Over this she wears a long white cloak that wraps around her body, but can be easily moved to her back for dramatic effect. To complete the look, she also wears her hair up and has a special mask she found in her family's deep storage to hide her identity and give her a larger than life persona.
Personality: Aria is an artist through and through, she enjoys the process of creating works that she believes are beautiful and showcasing them to the world. Whether it be by creating music, paintings, or torture, she is always looking for new ways to create. This leads to her being quite sociopathic, and being very poor and understanding genuine human emotions, but she is pretty good at mimicking them. Growing up in a noble family and travelling as a bard helped her learn a large amount of societal standards, which she uses to mask her twisted personality.
On the outside, Aria seems to be your usual friendly and excitable bard. She loves to put on her shows for people, and dances, sings or plays instruments whenever she gets the chance. She loves to learn more about people, whether it be by standard ways, or by torturing them. Though she obviously doesn’t sadistically hunt down people on broad daylight. She almost always seems a little off or aloof, but it is never something that makes her out to be a crazy person. Despite this, she always likes to act like she is on stage, and an audience is watching her. While in her happy personality, it is seen as just a cute eccentricity, but it takes a more severe meaning when her true personality comes out.
When Aria puts on her mask, she reveals her true personality, which is quite similar to her other one. However, she is much more forceful about wanting to create art, especially with the bodies or corpses of other people. She always believes that she is putting on a show for the world, so she loves it whenever her crimes get attention. She always talks in a grandiose way, and sings and speaks in a deeper tone to maintain her double life. She sees it as her true job to get the people of the world ready for a divine show to wow the gods above. She wants to make the world as beautiful as she can, and she thinks that music, art and torture are beautiful.
Cold and calculated, Aria always has an idea of her plans in a fight, and executes them to the best of her ability. Most of her fights involve a manic obsession that she has with the number four. She will always attack an enemy in intervals of four, taking breaks in between. This obsession comes from her love of music with a four/four time signature. The music in her head is always in 4/4, and she needs to be in time with the music no matter what she does. It is due to this obsession that she chose to rename herself Aria Hart, and naming her alter ego Opus.
Aria doesn’t really have an alignment to good or evil, at least in her eyes. On the other hand, she will go wherever her own personal story takes her. As she sees herself as the world’s playwright, she will serve as a hero or a villain where she is needed. However she will almost always latch onto someone who she believes would make a fitting main character for an opera, until they bore her and she moves onto her next subject. She hates the fact that she has to her job for money, since she believes artificial art is not art. This leads her to commonly go off on her alone in the night to try and create wherever she can.
Despite her heavily sociopathic tendencies, that is not to say there isn’t some heart inside Aria. She really loves the idea of people expressing themselves, and always endorses that, but she does have a certain vendetta. And that is to the group of bandits who were responsible for ransacking her family home and killing her parents in front of her. While that was the event that grew her love for human pain, she can’t help but feel some sentimentality for deceased parents. If she ever did find those bandits, she would surely make her magnum opus out of their corpses.
Aria also has a tendency to get sentimental to certain subjects that she chooses to study, if they are interesting enough to her. If she thinks that someone is beautiful just the way that they are, she will definitely not attempt to rearrange them. You could even say this is some manner of real friendship, not just something she acts like in her false persona. Despite this actual friendship, Aria doesn’t really have that much attachment anymore if this friend would ever betray her.
History: The young girl that would eventually become Aria was born to a noble family in Etruria, with her father being an accomplished mage, and her mother being a noblewoman. They loved their daughter very much, but could always sense there was a little something wrong with her. Aria always felt out of place, since the day that she was born. She was always an outsider compared to the other kids around her, and she was bad at communicating with them. Despite this, her parents continually drilled her with lessons about society and socialization, since she would need to inherit the family one day.
As she grew to be older, she discovered a fascination she had with emotions. She had a hard time understanding them herself, but she loved when she observe them in other people. She found herself being more acquainted with the children of her father’s friends, but more as an uninvolved observer. The children did not like Aria watching them so creepily, but due to how powerful her family was, they were not allowed to ever back talk her, at least not vocally.
Eventually her parents decided that Aria needed some form of hobby, since she clearly didn’t like to do very much. They screened her for all kinds of activities, but the one that she clearly latched onto was music. She found herself sat in front of the piano, a device that she could use to manipulate people’s emotions as much as she wanted to. Her parents were certainly satisfied, she was a prodigy. She stayed inside and practiced all day, and eventually she even surpassed her master piano teacher. Before she knew it, Aria was being shown off to the nobles of Etruria as a musical genius, making a lovely centerpiece for her father’s parties.
She was certainly not going to stop now however, she now had a passion for creation. She began to work on her vocal talents, since she didn’t need an instrument for that. She begged her parents to go to whatever operas she could, and she learned. She mimicked what she heard the people doing on stage, and developed a love for the theater. The young girl was interested in being able to create any story that she wants with her music. Her parents were once again impressed with their daughter’s natural talent, but they were now skeptical. While they wanted her to follow her music, they wanted her to interact with other kids.
She did not react well to this. They took away her piano, and demanded that she play with her little cousin. She couldn’t do this, how could some stupid kid understand her genius. She just saw an uncultured abomination in front of her, who probably wouldn’t know what music was if it hit her in the face. That was when she got an idea, she could make her beautiful. She could force the girl to create good music, and be worth something to the world.
Her parents stormed onto the scene when they heard screaming from the other room. The loving parents found their beloved daughter pinning her little cousin to the ground, with the small girl’s arm obviously broken as she was screaming in pain. Her dad quickly grabbed Aria and pried her from her cousin. She got an immense scolding for what she did and was forced to apologize to her cousin, but it didn’t mean a thing. She got her taste. For a split second, her cousin finally made beautiful music, so much charged emotion crying out from her body.
Over the next few years, she perfected her facade of the perfect little noble girl. She repaired her relationship with her cousin, just passing off what she did as a little roughhousing. She received many more instruments from her family, like the violin, flute, harp, clarinet, and the cello. Her parents were happy to teach her about some of her father’s magic finally. Though when everything seemed to be going great for Aria, something much darker was born inside her mind. She finally developed her true stage persona, the mysterious virtuoso Opus. She dug through some of her father’s old clothes, made a cloak out of a silk bedsheet, and discovered an old antique mask in a drawer of her attic. Using all of this, she made her costume that she would dress in when she gave performances to the imaginary audiences in her room.
The tipping point would eventually come when her parents woke her up in the middle of the night on one fateful evening. She would be told to hide in a small cupboard in the basement, where she would take her valuables with her. Her parents handed her a sum of money along with the possessions she took, before they told Aria they loved her and shut the cupboard. For the next few hours, it might have been the only time Aria was genuinely afraid. She heard wailing and screaming coming from outside the cupboard, and she did her best remain calm. She imagined the screaming being set to music in her head, and soon the screams were replaced with a complete symphony of pain.
By the time all of the noise died down, Aria creaked out of the cupboard to discover what happened. Her home had been ransacked. She found piles of bodies, that were the former servants she had known for years. She remained surprisingly unfazed as she walked through what was left of her childhood home. The interesting thing happened when she came upon her father. He was lying and writhing on the floor in a bloody mess, but surprisingly still alive. She stared at him for a solid few minutes, dead silent. He begged for her to help him in some way, but she was so fascinated. She noticed an eloquent knife left on the floor, clearly some fine item used in the mansion, however now it was stained with blood. She began to hum to herself as she had finally lost her mind. She picked up the knife and began to slash at what was left of her father. “1...2...3...4…” she repeated in head as she tried to make him beautiful.
When she was done, he was lying there peacefully, except for a bit of mangling. However in her mind, this was all for the better, as he looked so elegant in death. With nothing left, Aria wiped off the knife and put it in the bag of her belongings. The bag containing the knife, her mask, a forbidden magic tome she took from her father, her violin, her clarinet, a small harp, and the rest of her outfit to become Opus, and pretty outfit she always liked. She took the large bag with her as she left her home forever, wishing to try and create more music in a more interesting venue.
From there Aria chose her name to what her name to what it is today, since her old first name and last name were not four letters long. She then managed to quickly find work as a bard due to her natural music talent and cheerful personality. She obviously had her quirks, like always keeping time in four/four or acting like she was always in front of an audience, but nothing that would make her seem insane. However in the night, she lets her true personality of Opus shine through. Letting herself go out and create her own beautiful symphonies out of people’s emotions of pain.
NPC fight: Opus was having a lovely time out on the town tonight. Alone in an alley she sat, with her violin on her shoulder as she played a simple concerto for the stars above to hear. However, just when she was having a good time, some one entered the alley along with her. The masked girl moved at a quick speed, raising her tempo to a solid 130 beats per minute, running at this man with all she had. She pinned him to the ground and inspected him curiously through the mask. He seemed to be pretty standard for an uncultured swine.
Inspiration quickly washed over her as she envisioned his body. She got off him and stared him dead in the eyes as she hummed to herself, "1..." as she aimed a blast of Flux at his left ankle. The man writhed in pain as was beginning to collapse. It was a fairly standard noise, but Opus wanted something more layered. "2..." she continued to hum nonchalantly as she fired another blast at his right ankle. The man fell to the floor as he used his arms to try and stay up, not even knowing what was happening to him. "3...4..." she said as she continued to hum as two more blasts hit each of his arms. Now the man was completely down.
Opus was not finished yet as she needed to examine him more. When she went into inspect she noticed something, he was crying. Quiet and faint, but it had a beautiful tone to it. These were the moments she lived for, and she quickly grabbed her violin one more, "Harmony..." she said in a quiet and raspy voice as she began to calmly play along with his crying. She finished her concerto as the man stopped. She could make out very little of his words, but she made out, "Why." She smiled as she put her violin, "That is simple, I am Opus, I am but a slave to this passion for performance. And I like a violent composition" she said before she left the man there as she vanished into the night. She wondered if anyone would come for him, but she decided that was not her role in the story.
PC fight: Opus was getting a little annoyed at all of the degenerates who were trying to trifle with her work. She sighed as she realized it came with the business and decided to make this quick. She was not looking to play with this person quite yet, but she also wasn't looking to die either. She saw a wave of fireballs heading towards her as she fired blasts of Flux to meet them. "1...2...3...4..." she said to herself, before she noticed there were more than 4 blasts. She couldn't meet them all. She needed to wait before she could fire more, so she just did her best to dodge the rest. She avoided one, but two others hit her and burned her cloak a bit. She resolved to settle this later and made her way into a small clothing store. She used the time up that she had while the enemy mage looked for her to run straight into a changing room, going into her more normal attire. By the time the mage entered the building, Aria was already on her way out through the other door. "So uncivilized..." she said to herself as she lamented having to fight such scum that could not even keep time correctly.
Class: Shaman
Age: 15
Born in: Etruria
Appearance:
Aria wears that particular outfit most of the time, even when is travelling. She was always told as child that girls needed to wear pretty and prissy clothing at all times, so that is all she chose to do.
When it comes time for Opus to come out, she loses her prissy outfit for a particular wardrobe she built herself, consisting of a fine silk tunic, comfortable pants, and a pair of expensive boots. The outfit is quite befitting of a male noble or artist. Over this she wears a long white cloak that wraps around her body, but can be easily moved to her back for dramatic effect. To complete the look, she also wears her hair up and has a special mask she found in her family's deep storage to hide her identity and give her a larger than life persona.
Personality: Aria is an artist through and through, she enjoys the process of creating works that she believes are beautiful and showcasing them to the world. Whether it be by creating music, paintings, or torture, she is always looking for new ways to create. This leads to her being quite sociopathic, and being very poor and understanding genuine human emotions, but she is pretty good at mimicking them. Growing up in a noble family and travelling as a bard helped her learn a large amount of societal standards, which she uses to mask her twisted personality.
On the outside, Aria seems to be your usual friendly and excitable bard. She loves to put on her shows for people, and dances, sings or plays instruments whenever she gets the chance. She loves to learn more about people, whether it be by standard ways, or by torturing them. Though she obviously doesn’t sadistically hunt down people on broad daylight. She almost always seems a little off or aloof, but it is never something that makes her out to be a crazy person. Despite this, she always likes to act like she is on stage, and an audience is watching her. While in her happy personality, it is seen as just a cute eccentricity, but it takes a more severe meaning when her true personality comes out.
When Aria puts on her mask, she reveals her true personality, which is quite similar to her other one. However, she is much more forceful about wanting to create art, especially with the bodies or corpses of other people. She always believes that she is putting on a show for the world, so she loves it whenever her crimes get attention. She always talks in a grandiose way, and sings and speaks in a deeper tone to maintain her double life. She sees it as her true job to get the people of the world ready for a divine show to wow the gods above. She wants to make the world as beautiful as she can, and she thinks that music, art and torture are beautiful.
Cold and calculated, Aria always has an idea of her plans in a fight, and executes them to the best of her ability. Most of her fights involve a manic obsession that she has with the number four. She will always attack an enemy in intervals of four, taking breaks in between. This obsession comes from her love of music with a four/four time signature. The music in her head is always in 4/4, and she needs to be in time with the music no matter what she does. It is due to this obsession that she chose to rename herself Aria Hart, and naming her alter ego Opus.
Aria doesn’t really have an alignment to good or evil, at least in her eyes. On the other hand, she will go wherever her own personal story takes her. As she sees herself as the world’s playwright, she will serve as a hero or a villain where she is needed. However she will almost always latch onto someone who she believes would make a fitting main character for an opera, until they bore her and she moves onto her next subject. She hates the fact that she has to her job for money, since she believes artificial art is not art. This leads her to commonly go off on her alone in the night to try and create wherever she can.
Despite her heavily sociopathic tendencies, that is not to say there isn’t some heart inside Aria. She really loves the idea of people expressing themselves, and always endorses that, but she does have a certain vendetta. And that is to the group of bandits who were responsible for ransacking her family home and killing her parents in front of her. While that was the event that grew her love for human pain, she can’t help but feel some sentimentality for deceased parents. If she ever did find those bandits, she would surely make her magnum opus out of their corpses.
Aria also has a tendency to get sentimental to certain subjects that she chooses to study, if they are interesting enough to her. If she thinks that someone is beautiful just the way that they are, she will definitely not attempt to rearrange them. You could even say this is some manner of real friendship, not just something she acts like in her false persona. Despite this actual friendship, Aria doesn’t really have that much attachment anymore if this friend would ever betray her.
History: The young girl that would eventually become Aria was born to a noble family in Etruria, with her father being an accomplished mage, and her mother being a noblewoman. They loved their daughter very much, but could always sense there was a little something wrong with her. Aria always felt out of place, since the day that she was born. She was always an outsider compared to the other kids around her, and she was bad at communicating with them. Despite this, her parents continually drilled her with lessons about society and socialization, since she would need to inherit the family one day.
As she grew to be older, she discovered a fascination she had with emotions. She had a hard time understanding them herself, but she loved when she observe them in other people. She found herself being more acquainted with the children of her father’s friends, but more as an uninvolved observer. The children did not like Aria watching them so creepily, but due to how powerful her family was, they were not allowed to ever back talk her, at least not vocally.
Eventually her parents decided that Aria needed some form of hobby, since she clearly didn’t like to do very much. They screened her for all kinds of activities, but the one that she clearly latched onto was music. She found herself sat in front of the piano, a device that she could use to manipulate people’s emotions as much as she wanted to. Her parents were certainly satisfied, she was a prodigy. She stayed inside and practiced all day, and eventually she even surpassed her master piano teacher. Before she knew it, Aria was being shown off to the nobles of Etruria as a musical genius, making a lovely centerpiece for her father’s parties.
She was certainly not going to stop now however, she now had a passion for creation. She began to work on her vocal talents, since she didn’t need an instrument for that. She begged her parents to go to whatever operas she could, and she learned. She mimicked what she heard the people doing on stage, and developed a love for the theater. The young girl was interested in being able to create any story that she wants with her music. Her parents were once again impressed with their daughter’s natural talent, but they were now skeptical. While they wanted her to follow her music, they wanted her to interact with other kids.
She did not react well to this. They took away her piano, and demanded that she play with her little cousin. She couldn’t do this, how could some stupid kid understand her genius. She just saw an uncultured abomination in front of her, who probably wouldn’t know what music was if it hit her in the face. That was when she got an idea, she could make her beautiful. She could force the girl to create good music, and be worth something to the world.
Her parents stormed onto the scene when they heard screaming from the other room. The loving parents found their beloved daughter pinning her little cousin to the ground, with the small girl’s arm obviously broken as she was screaming in pain. Her dad quickly grabbed Aria and pried her from her cousin. She got an immense scolding for what she did and was forced to apologize to her cousin, but it didn’t mean a thing. She got her taste. For a split second, her cousin finally made beautiful music, so much charged emotion crying out from her body.
Over the next few years, she perfected her facade of the perfect little noble girl. She repaired her relationship with her cousin, just passing off what she did as a little roughhousing. She received many more instruments from her family, like the violin, flute, harp, clarinet, and the cello. Her parents were happy to teach her about some of her father’s magic finally. Though when everything seemed to be going great for Aria, something much darker was born inside her mind. She finally developed her true stage persona, the mysterious virtuoso Opus. She dug through some of her father’s old clothes, made a cloak out of a silk bedsheet, and discovered an old antique mask in a drawer of her attic. Using all of this, she made her costume that she would dress in when she gave performances to the imaginary audiences in her room.
The tipping point would eventually come when her parents woke her up in the middle of the night on one fateful evening. She would be told to hide in a small cupboard in the basement, where she would take her valuables with her. Her parents handed her a sum of money along with the possessions she took, before they told Aria they loved her and shut the cupboard. For the next few hours, it might have been the only time Aria was genuinely afraid. She heard wailing and screaming coming from outside the cupboard, and she did her best remain calm. She imagined the screaming being set to music in her head, and soon the screams were replaced with a complete symphony of pain.
By the time all of the noise died down, Aria creaked out of the cupboard to discover what happened. Her home had been ransacked. She found piles of bodies, that were the former servants she had known for years. She remained surprisingly unfazed as she walked through what was left of her childhood home. The interesting thing happened when she came upon her father. He was lying and writhing on the floor in a bloody mess, but surprisingly still alive. She stared at him for a solid few minutes, dead silent. He begged for her to help him in some way, but she was so fascinated. She noticed an eloquent knife left on the floor, clearly some fine item used in the mansion, however now it was stained with blood. She began to hum to herself as she had finally lost her mind. She picked up the knife and began to slash at what was left of her father. “1...2...3...4…” she repeated in head as she tried to make him beautiful.
When she was done, he was lying there peacefully, except for a bit of mangling. However in her mind, this was all for the better, as he looked so elegant in death. With nothing left, Aria wiped off the knife and put it in the bag of her belongings. The bag containing the knife, her mask, a forbidden magic tome she took from her father, her violin, her clarinet, a small harp, and the rest of her outfit to become Opus, and pretty outfit she always liked. She took the large bag with her as she left her home forever, wishing to try and create more music in a more interesting venue.
From there Aria chose her name to what her name to what it is today, since her old first name and last name were not four letters long. She then managed to quickly find work as a bard due to her natural music talent and cheerful personality. She obviously had her quirks, like always keeping time in four/four or acting like she was always in front of an audience, but nothing that would make her seem insane. However in the night, she lets her true personality of Opus shine through. Letting herself go out and create her own beautiful symphonies out of people’s emotions of pain.
NPC fight: Opus was having a lovely time out on the town tonight. Alone in an alley she sat, with her violin on her shoulder as she played a simple concerto for the stars above to hear. However, just when she was having a good time, some one entered the alley along with her. The masked girl moved at a quick speed, raising her tempo to a solid 130 beats per minute, running at this man with all she had. She pinned him to the ground and inspected him curiously through the mask. He seemed to be pretty standard for an uncultured swine.
Inspiration quickly washed over her as she envisioned his body. She got off him and stared him dead in the eyes as she hummed to herself, "1..." as she aimed a blast of Flux at his left ankle. The man writhed in pain as was beginning to collapse. It was a fairly standard noise, but Opus wanted something more layered. "2..." she continued to hum nonchalantly as she fired another blast at his right ankle. The man fell to the floor as he used his arms to try and stay up, not even knowing what was happening to him. "3...4..." she said as she continued to hum as two more blasts hit each of his arms. Now the man was completely down.
Opus was not finished yet as she needed to examine him more. When she went into inspect she noticed something, he was crying. Quiet and faint, but it had a beautiful tone to it. These were the moments she lived for, and she quickly grabbed her violin one more, "Harmony..." she said in a quiet and raspy voice as she began to calmly play along with his crying. She finished her concerto as the man stopped. She could make out very little of his words, but she made out, "Why." She smiled as she put her violin, "That is simple, I am Opus, I am but a slave to this passion for performance. And I like a violent composition" she said before she left the man there as she vanished into the night. She wondered if anyone would come for him, but she decided that was not her role in the story.
PC fight: Opus was getting a little annoyed at all of the degenerates who were trying to trifle with her work. She sighed as she realized it came with the business and decided to make this quick. She was not looking to play with this person quite yet, but she also wasn't looking to die either. She saw a wave of fireballs heading towards her as she fired blasts of Flux to meet them. "1...2...3...4..." she said to herself, before she noticed there were more than 4 blasts. She couldn't meet them all. She needed to wait before she could fire more, so she just did her best to dodge the rest. She avoided one, but two others hit her and burned her cloak a bit. She resolved to settle this later and made her way into a small clothing store. She used the time up that she had while the enemy mage looked for her to run straight into a changing room, going into her more normal attire. By the time the mage entered the building, Aria was already on her way out through the other door. "So uncivilized..." she said to herself as she lamented having to fight such scum that could not even keep time correctly.
