Jydan/AmethystAmilar

Amethyst Amilar

Name: Amethyst
Player: Jydan
Aspect: Air
Nature: Savant
Concept: Warbird Savant
Gens: Amilar

Merits: Internal Compass (1)

Flaws: Diminished Attributes (3), Enemy (2)

Attributes
Strength 1, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2
Charisma 2, Manipulation 2, Appearance 5
Perception 3, Intelligence 4, Wits 3

Abilities
Archery, Athletics, Awareness, Brawl, Bureaucracy, Craft, Dodge, Endurance, Investigation, Larceny, Linguistics, Lore, Martial Arts, Medicine, Melee, Occult, Performance, Presence, Resistance, Ride, Sail, Socialize, Stealth, Survival, Thrown,

Specialities

Backgrounds

Virtues
Compassion , Conviction , Temperance , Valor

Willpower:
Health: -0,-1,-1,-2,-2,-4, Incapacitated
Essence:
Personal Essence:
Peripheral Essence:
Committed Essence:

Charms

Equipment:

Combat
Base Initiative:
Soak: L, B, A
Dodge:
Attacks:

Experience
Current Banked XP: 0
Total Spent XP: 0
XP History: 0

Experience Usage:

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Character Description

History
I was born to one of the Great Gens of Lookshy and was at most, a phenomenal disappointment to my father. Sickly, weak, and gernally not even thought to be worthy for Exaltation, I was thought illsuited for even the most pandering and gentle military schools. He purposely ignored me until around my twelveth birthday I somehow managed to repair a long-broken and disrepaired Warbird -- and Exalted in the process.

It was a pathetic machine, it's feathers had become filithy with rust, and had a sad look in its jade eyes. It was hidden in one of the old storage rooms of the Academy of Sorcery, which I had been accepted to a year ago. I came here to sleep and study, and had my own tiny hidden room in a large empty crate that was quickly becoming very homely for me. I had come there after a terrible heckling, which almost became a beating. My fellow classmates had decided that I was responsible for the death of my roommate, who had been much more popular than I and kept me safe from their agressions. After all, I was small and weak, unlikely to Exalt -- the perfect target for agressive simpletons. I studied the creature for that year, crawling over it's giant form, gathering the tools and parts I needed to repair it. As the winds slowly buffeted around my hair and clothes, it turned into a maelstrom as the great bird came to life, shaking the rust from it's feathers like it was never there.

I suddenly found myself... popular. It was a nauseating experience, so much attention. Once again, I ran back to my safe crate, hiding inside it with my books. For a year, the Staff of the school, and at one point, even the highest levels of the Legions debated what to do with my Warbird. I was stunned when they finally decided to let me keep the bird. After all, it wasn't officially Legions property, and they thought that my repair of it was worth the effort. However, they would only let me keep the bird on one condition -- I become a Sorcerer-Engineer of the Legions. I turned my lifestyle around, and became a great student, every class getting excellent marks, and when I graduated, earning enough respect to be accepted as a Sorcerer-Engineer.

It was a typical post, with numerous Sorcerer-Technicians under my command. They respected me, as they had heard of my deeds in repairing the ancient Warbird. I was assigned to work on the Warbird armada, keeping them in perfect repair for battle and patrol. There was a lot of work, as something was always going wrong with the warbirds. One of my Technicians was always a little strange, admiring the warbirds late into the night. One night, something happened with him. We still aren't certian what happened, but he seemed to go mad and stole one of the Warbirds.

It was determined that it was my responsibiity to retrieve him. He was my underling, so it was my duty to bring him to justice. I had misgivings about this. I was not suited for this at all. But, I was never one to dispute my orders, and took the mission. I doubt I will ever find him. After all, something that flies leaves little trail. I've been investigating the cities and towns around Lookshy, trying to find where he's bought supplies for his Warbird. There has been little luck so far, but it seems he's heading towards the North. I am thinking about aborting the misssion and returing a failure... especially as I am nearing the North now. I pine for warmer weather.

The tragedy of this is, however, that my father never knew of my great accomplishments. He had been killed in an accident several months after my Exaltation, and I barely mourned his loss.

Appearance

Expanded Backgrounds

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