Arsia Scora, Pyre of the Axe

[Hawk]

Name : Arsia Scora
(pronounced R-See-a)

Alias: The War Flame

Age: 24

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 160lbs

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Class: Barbarian/Elemental

Alignment: CN

Birthplace: Clan Vuur,

Abilities/Skills: Arsia has only known war her entire life, so she is accustomed to battle. A brilliant tactician, she has led her clan to numerous victories, against all types of enemies. Arsia is of considerable strength, no where near the strongest man in her Clan, but she can hold her own. It is her speed and ferocity that is unmatched, and with her trusty Obsidian War Axe, Rinjani, she is a force to be reckoning with. Her Latent Elemental powers came to fruition on the 18th anniversary of her birth. Arsia sometimes has little to no control over her fire bending abilities, which she uses sparingly. Afraid her own arcane abiltiy could fail her, she relies on her own skills. Also, Barbarian Rage.

Equipment:
Very Light Leather Armor, etched with runes and symbols of her Clan Vuur.
Obsidian War Axe, Rinjani

Personality: Arsia is incredibly Self-Confident, which many mistake for Arrogance and Egotistical. Long years of Battle has made Arsia callous. She has to be firm and heartless when leading a horde of unstoppable Barbarians. Arsia is gregarious, boisterous and loud, like many of the women from Clan Vuur, they sometimes are worse then the Men. She never backs down from a Challenge and is fearless in the face of danger, the only terror she has is of her own untamed Elemental Prowess. She is Rash and Bold. Arsia will strike first, ask questions later, and then usually skip that step and strike again.

Appearance: Arsia is of perfect Physical Condition, Think Olympic Athlete. She is of Dark Brown hair, with tinges of dark red. She has Dark Brown Eyes.

History;
Arsia is of the Vuur Clan, one of the Six War Clans that fight for the healthy soil near the base of the Dormant Volcano in blah blahblh wahtever george names this world.
Arsia is the Product of Vice Chief Fuv and Shaman Elida. Since a young age, Arsia has only known war. She first went to battle at the Age of 15, the Right of Coming of young Barbarians. She quickly gained the respect of her comrades because of her brutality. She then gained their allegiance because of strategic Brilliance.

Fast Forward 9 years later.
Arsia is the Commanding Battle Chief in Charge of 400 Raging Barbarians, that have just started for against their main Rivalry Clan, the Wujh. Arsia was overly Confident this would be an easy Victory. She knew that her force exactly doubled Clan Wujh. They didnt stand a chance.
Or so she thought.
She was Blindsided. Arsia did not expect the Allying of the other clans to stop her force. It was a Massacre. Barbarians never surrender, so her entire was eliminated with extreme Prejudice. Arsia was the only one alive.
They Enslaved her. They bound her in enchanted shackles to prevent an arcane interference.
She tried effortlessly to escape, many times she almost succeeded, but to no Avail.
Beaten, Abused, and Starved, Arsia was near the cusp of life. But there was this flame inside her, an everburning inferno that gave her hope, that gave her the strength to live. This helped helped her stay alive.

After countless days of intermittent consciousness, she realized she wasnt in the mountains anymore. Through the small cracks of her cage she saw sand. Sand. Sand. Desert...

She Will get her Revenge. Her Vengeance.

Ne taceatis, Absque misericordia, quantum. The Clan Code

No Rest. No Mercy. No Matter What.

[Hawk]

this is Hawk btw,

[George]

Arse!

[Joey]

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[Hawk]

Haha, that's a pretty good basis of my char and who I had in mind

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