Imogen "Candel" Yogan Jan 1, 2018 17:37:05 GMT -5
Post by Imogen Candel Yogan on Jan 1, 2018 17:37:05 GMT -5
Name: Imogen “Candel” Yogan
Weapon of Choice: Lava manipulation – Able to cause it to harden, though it can’t turn back to lava. She can also make it flow a certain way. (Also has been taught fencing)
History: Candel has lived her whole life in Ortheria as the princess of the fire realm. From birth, she was expected to run the kingdom once her parents died and was put under a lot of pressure, much like when people expect a diamond to come out of coal with enough pressure. Alina have mercy did she hate it. While her father tried to teach her how to run a kingdom and how to be a good ruler when the time came, her mother was more lax and would teach her the finer things in life, like how to be a lady. Of course, Candel didn’t really like being a lady, but she was interested in the arts, particular painting and drawing. She would often practice it in her free time, wanting to make something beautiful out of colors and lines. She would often fantasize about being an artist and not having to worry about ruling the kingdom when the time came, but that was an impossible dream, so it seemed.
When she discovered her ability the first time, she was only six. Her father had taken her to Molten Village to see how the denizens of their kingdom lived and to teach her the importance of being a kind and just ruler. Of course, she wasn’t listening and she could only take so much before wandering off on her own. She came upon a river of lava a bit aways from the village and, out of sheer boredom, began to mess around with it by diverting it sharply and then raising the lava and hardening it to make a mini chasm with high walls. Her father managed to find her as she was making the walls and quickly took her back to the village, but he was nonetheless delighted that his daughter was able to harness such power. So from then on she was taught how to control it, though she took more of an interest in making jagged pieces of hardened lava than anything. It looked pretty to her and she wanted to make more pretty patterns and sculptures from it. And she continued to do so when she was old enough to go off on her own, taking little bits of lava from the rivers themselves and using them to make sculptures, which were mostly jagged in shape. But she seemed to like it and that was all that mattered.
As she grew up, she became more and more rebellious as she tried to forge her own path. She would argue with her father often about her position in life and would run to her mother when one of these fights got out of hand and she ended up crying. Her mother was a bit more understanding, thus she was closer to her than to her father. It was good to be comforted by her and though she knew she had to grow up and stop running to her, she continued to do so.
She didn’t think it would end so soon. Her mother had a brain hemorrhage and died within a few hours of the hemorrhage. Here one day, the next gone. Candel was devastated, along with others. She spend the first few weeks after her death moping in her room, refusing to come out even for meals. The only time she came out was at her mother’s funeral, when they cast her body into the lava pit below the Plateau. She was sobbing throughout it all and wanted her mother back. She prayed to Alina for help, but she got no answer. She was left her dark state for years before she tried to move on, which was hard in and of itself.
As time went on, she became bitter and even more rebellious, purposely rejecting her father’s expectations each time. She even decided to align herself with Chaos, to both spite her father and hope for a new life if under the god’s allegiance. After all, chaos wasn’t always about destruction, or so she believed. Her sculptures were erratic in and of itself, just like the god. She didn’t know much about his “true self,” but she nonetheless followed him, albeit secretly. She got the feeling if she was open about it, her father would kill her, though she didn’t know why she got that feeling.
In any case, she was soon becoming a young woman and she continued to try and forge her own path, defying her father a good deal of the time and trying to learn about Chaos himself. So far, she has a strained relationship with her father that doesn’t seem like will mend anytime soon. She would do anything to not live like a princess anymore, even going against Alina.
Creative, focused, easily amused, caring, imaginative
Rebellious, stubborn, morbid, unkempt, clingy
Art, sculpting with lava, her nickname her mother gave her, visiting the Plateau and paying respects to the dead, venison, freedom
Ruling a kingdom, her name, lava lamps, pressure, the idea of her father remarrying, cold
RP Sample: Candel adjusted the hood of her cloak before walking out of the palace grounds. She didn’t want to be seen by the guards, despite them being nice. She was a princess and was supposed to be learning about how to run a kingdom. Well she wasn’t in the mood for that. She wanted to go out into the village for a while, maybe even find a river of lava to be able to do some sculpting. That would be nice.
Moving as swiftly as she could, she began to move onwards into the cavern where the palace was. She gave one last glance behind it to make sure no one was following her before running as fast as she could. The weight gradually lifted off her shoulders as she ran, chuckling to herself. Finally she was free for the moment. She’d pay for it later but she decided to focus on the now instead of worrying about her troubles.
The trip wasn’t very long to her, as she stumbled upon a river of lava that was heading in the direction of the village. She frowned. It wouldn’t be good if the river grew and flooded the village, at all. Holding her hand out, she began to push to the side, her palm facing the direction she wanted to lava river to divert. It shifted and began to curve away from the village until it was successfully in a different position than before. She gave a curt nod. Good. Now to have a bit of fun. Looking around to check if anyone was there, she lifted her hand up and took a big glob of lava into the air. She began plucking at it with her other hand, tweaking it so that there were jagged in some places while curving in others. She haad a soft look on her face as she sculpted the lava before hardening it when she was finished. “Maybe I should give this to someone…” she mused as she turned her artistic piece.
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