[Characters] Ashanti, Arcane Doofus

[Fragmaster01]

 

Name: Ashanti Relliani
Race: Kitsune
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Class: Sorcerer(Abberant)
Alignment: CN
History: The adopted daughter of a not-very-famous human mage, Ashanti grew up with a wonderfully magical outlook. Magic, she was told, was the ability to shape the world around her, and make it better(or worse, should bad feelings take hold). Not that this was a very... comprehensive outlook on morals and responsibility, but no one really thought that her father was very responsible in the first place. He'd had a bad reputation as a traveling adventurer who caused more problems than he solved, generally through collateral damage. Perhaps Ashanti was his way of repaying that?

Regardless, he kicked the bucket, and now our precocious youngster is all alone in a big scary world. Clearly the best thing to do is to live up to the old man's credo, and start throwing her weight around in a helpful manner! Oh, what a whirl she's in for...

Description: She's a little kitsune, runty even by their standards, and has a terrible sense of hero worship thanks to being rescued by her adoptive father and never really being taught any sense of scale to compensate for that. She loves big knights in shining armor, she likes helping people, and she likes it when the sparks go *whizzam* *kaBOOM*, though people tell her to aim it at the goblins and not the nearby cows. This adventure seems like the best way to get all of those together! She'll probably be seen perched on some horribly strong fightery-type, like he were a mount of sorts, riding through the dungeon pointing out things the Perception-impaired members of the party missed. It's a symbiotic relationship, though she probably isn't deep enough of a thinker to realize it.

Party wise, she's a support mage. All the buffs, all the artillery, all the detect magic glowing eyeballs! And all for you, if you're willing to let fuzzbutt ride on your shoulder for a bit.

 

"You realize this is a serious imposition."
"Well duh, you wouldn't have asked if you didn't mean it. Besides, it takes some magic to stop some magic, right? Don't wanna send your best guards out without someone who can tell them all about mean old Wormtail's antics." The little fluffball was roaming about inside the chancellor's office, trying her best to keep her mind on the conversation while there was all these pretty decorations and soft carpets about.
"We're not sending guar-"
"And besides, what good is a crew without passion? Wormtail's just doing his thing, wiggling about with his ways of stuff. We, on the other hand, mean Business. She did the cool little trick where she started up the mage hand, but just let the energy gauntlet float around her right hand while she struck a hard-boiled pose, in order to look imposing. It didn't work.
"Yes, but I'm concerned you're not taking this entirely seriously."
"Well you shouldn't. If you took things seriously all the time, everyone would be very sad. This guy does mean things, right? That's why you need someone with cheer and pep, to make sure he doesn't do them ever again. And if that means he needs to be smacked about by his toeclaws dangling in the air, then whapapapabam! That's just what he'll get." Fine. Passion. If anything else, it'd get such a stimulated young mage out of his office, and nowhere near his precious town. Bad things happened around these sorts, and he'd rather put her close to Wormtail to ensure that he was on the receiving end of such exuberance.

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Day 3. Mood: Wiggly
It's really comfy in here. The others seem to shrug at my choice of travel lodgings, but they're poopyheads. *phhhhbt* Oh, we found some mountains and tunnels today. Wormbutt supposedly went through one of them, and everyone's whining about getting lost and picking the right one. Oops, we're moving again. Ignore the blot of ink, it's not real. Oh, the journal makes it go away. You're the best. You're-the you're-the-best.