forum Reini and Lavender (CLOSED)

Started April 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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Name: Azmael Elvez
Age: 20
Appearance: He has black, wavy hair that curls below his his ears and a complexion that's a sort of bronze. His eyes are a very pale shade of brownish gold. He also has dark freckles across his face, slightly crooked teeth, and a small scar through his right eyebrow.
Clothes: His favorite outfit consists of a hazel shirt, dark blue jeans, a golden necklace, and sturdy boots.
Element: Nature
Object: His two golden swords, Ark and Bytre, that were a gift from his grandfather after he passed. He shares the energy equally between both of them.
Personality: He's adventurous, curious, and enjoys his quiet time in nature. He likes taking long walks and traveling with his mentor.
Mentor: Cienth, a smart woman with a warm, gentle personality and a pleasant face. Her object is a staff, and her element is Light.
Other: He gets severe migraines when overwhelmed or exhausted.

Is mine good?

It's great!

Alright! So, I think Azmael and Cienth are going to be in a training building. Maybe Djynn could join them?

Sure!

Cool! I'll start in a bit.

Okey Dokey!

Azmael pulls away from the training dummy angrily. His swords haven't even made a dent in its magical defenses, and he's starting to get tired of attacking. His biceps feel like they're about to tear in half, and he's practically ground his teeth into dust. He swipes the sweat from his forehead and tries to steady his breathing, but it's hard.

"Do you think you want to go down a level?" Cienth calls from the side.

"No, I'll get it. Got any tips?"

"You're using your swords too much. Try to use your magic more. You might actually hit it that way."

"That a joke?" he asks, chuckling under in between breaths. She joins him in laughter. "Fine, I'll give that a try."

Djynn walks into the gym. Vandar had recommended working on channeling lightning. She finds an empty corner and starts stretching.

Azmael trips over his feet and slips on one of the mats. He falls backwards onto the floor and sighs loudly. His back hurts too much to get up immediately, so he pushes himself into a sitting position and scowls at the dummy. Cienth looks disappointed, but he still can't make himself get up.

Djynn clears her mind, taking a deep breath. The hair on the back of her neck prickling as sparks of electricity snap to life at her finger tips.

Cienth finally comes over to him and helps him up. Her round face looks upset, but he knows she won't say anything to him. He's had a rough few days as it is, and now it's really showing.

"Maybe we should take a break. It might be kind of nice, you know," she suggests sweetly.

"I'm not quitting, Ci."

"At least wait a few minutes before trying again."

"I will. Can you get me some water?" He plops down on a bench as she nods. "Thanks."

He looks around while she's gone, studying techniques of different fighters. His eyes catch on the girl in the corner. With a quick scan of the room, he turns and narrows his attention in on her, waiting to see what she does.

As she feels the lightning surging through her she turns to a punching bag. She begins punching it, the lightning growing. As she gains momentum, she concentrates and steps back. She thrusts her hand forward, a lightning bolt leaps from her hand. It courses through the bag and it combusts. She drops her hand, amazed that worked.

Despite his better judgement, Azmael stands and limps his way over to her. He's so impressed with the lightning that he feels like he has to try and talk to her, even though he knows she's probably busy training. He sheathes both of his swords and taps her on the shoulder slowly, trying to avoid staring at the smoldering bag.

She turns, surprised. "Hi."

"Hey. Uh, sorry for interrupting you, but I saw you do that thing. That was pretty cool." He smiles crookedly, blushing a little. "Sorry. Guess I'm intruding, huh? Well, not that you needed to know, but I'm Azmael."

She smiles a little. "Thanks. You don't need to be sorry. I was done with that anyway." She says, gesturing to the burning bag behind her." My name's Djynn."

"Azmael- wait, I already said that. Right? Yeah, pretty sure I did. Well… this is going fantastically," he says and smacks his hand into his forehead, his blush darkening. "It's a nice name. Yours is, not mine. I mean, I guess mine's kind of nice as well, but yours is nicer. More nice? Nicerer? That one's not right. You know what I mean. Sorry, I guess I'm, uh, I'm kind of a mess today. If you saw earlier, I had a little trip. You didn't need to know that."

She smiles a bit. "What's your element?"

"Grass. Wait, no, not grass. I do like grass, though. I like flowers and trees, but… oh, you asked my element. It's nature." He peeks out from between his fingers, embarrassed, and laughs. "Man, I guess Ci was right. I could use a day or two off. What's yours?"

"Weather." She says.

"That's pretty cool. What else can you do?" He gestures to the dummy, then stops as an idea hits him. "Do you want to fight me? Not to actually hurt me, but just to see what we can do. It might be interesting."

She nods, grinning. "That sounds great!"

"Nice!" he exclaims, dragging her to the center of the room. He closes his eyes, breathes in, and then pulls out his swords. His body tenses up as he crouches. "You can go first. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way."