Level 3!

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So pleasant are the waving leaves, and the feel of grass beneath my feet
Someone screams, there's a crimson splash with a coppery taste that is so sweet
A gentle touch, a pleasant smile. A beautiful laugh to lift one's spirit higher
Twisted to being a wicked grin, better beware or be burned by my fire
Beautiful face, with such sharp fangs, compassionate, yet quick to cause pain
The blood of the fair elves, the blood of foul demon, Delotha Feanor is my name...

But what am I?!

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Full Name: Delotha Feanor

Level: 3

Height: 5'7"

Age: Unknown

Hair Color: Firey red

Eye Color: Vivid blue, sometimes red

Skin tone: Medium

Gender: Female

Race: Demon/Immortal Elf

Unique trait(s): Unlike most of her pale skinned, pale haired, elven kin, she has firey red hair, as well as her sharp canines being definately not elven. Her fingers are disfigured, coming to not -quite- a point at the end, where black claws extend out, rather sharp ones at that.. hence the armored lining in her gloves at the end, which no one really sees. While her gloves are on, unless someone looks closely, it's padded to make her hands appear more normal.
She has also recently added a pair of wings, giving her a 12 foot wingspan.

Natural Abilities: Due to her demon blood, she has immunity to flame. She also has the demon's speed. Bwahaha!
The branch of demon she's decended from have a lot of skin toughness. Delotha's skin, due to having elven blood watering the demon, is equivilant to thick, boiled leather. (The type of leather that is half an inch thick and doesn't bend type of thing. Though her skin is somehow still smooth. Figure that one out). The only thing that is still obnoxiously hard to penetrate is her wings, and her clawed hands, as they are her fully demon traits.
She also has the demon strength.. though she is stronger if the demon side is more in control. It can usually be told if the demon side is gaining strength, by the color of her eyes. If they are red, don't get hit.
She also has telepathy, but only so far as sending. She cannot recieve thoughts, thus she has never had a use for sending.
And lastly, she can teleport. She can vanish, and appear elsewhere, 7 times a day.

Personality: She is a very quirky woman.. but in an usually nice way. Chaotic as they come, she still is a.. mostly a good woman... with a strong dislike for bullies. She's also known to break bones for what she consideres stupid comments, and randomly champion someone she attacked earlier if she thinks they are the underdog.

Weaknesses: Cannot swim, uncomfortible in large crowds... and is a bit allergic to daisies O_o Nasty sneezing fits. Also typical demon weaknesses, on top of having to spend a fortune to keep replacing clothing that gets burned up (though she has managed to get a set of clothing fireproofed).

Affiliation: Unaffiliated

Occupation: Rouge/Wanderer

Weapon(s) of Choice: Short sword, claws, teeth, and her magics

Equipment: Clothing. Though during this time period it was more likely to see women in skirts and dresses, you would NEVER catch Delotha in a dress. She wears more man clothing, then woman, from the boots, to the leather laced pants, tunic, shirt, bracers, and so on. She also has her short sword and one magical item. The magical item is a pendant, that blocks any and all fire from harming her. With a recent awakening in her demon blood, as she's gotten pretty old, it's become a moot point to have it.. hence why she passed it over to Aralore. Dummy keeps launching into the flames after her anyway.

Magic

Flame related cantrips

1st Level Spells:
Fire Summoning
Effect: A torch amount of flame flares up where the caster points
Duration: Lasts a few seconds

Firey Fingers
Effect: The caster's hands flare up, and can either stay alight until dispelled, or can be "shot out" in an arc to envelop a 1 foot by 5 foot area in a flash fire.
Duration: Lasts until dispelled, or when shot

Pyro
Effect: 1) Caster can make the fire explode out into brilliant, temporarily blinding, flare of fireworks. 2) The fire can be "poofed" into a thick cloud of smoke that will billow out over the area
Radius: 20 foot diameter
Duration: Lasts a few seconds, or until smoke clears

2nd level spells:
Friendly Fire
Effect: One ally, while they are being touched, is temporarily immune to flame.
Duration: Lasts until caster lets go, or up to 30 minutes

Explosive item
Effect: It works a lot like a gernade. The item gives off a dim red glow, then when the word of command is spoken, or it is thrown into something, it explodes
Duration: Until it explodes

Fireball
Effect: Flame flares out in 3 roaring waves from the caster's chosen center point in every direction.
Radius: 20 feet
Duration: Lasts only a few moments, but still hurts

Firewall
Effect: Flame shoots up from the ground encircling a chosen opponent, or burning where the wall rears up
Radius: 10 foot circle
Duration: Lasts until dispelled, or released

Alpha's firefall
Level: 2
Range: 10 yds/level
Duration: Special
Area of Effect: Special
This spell is an improved version of the 2nd level Pyrotechnics spell (q.v.), specifically the "fireworks" application of that spell. However, the "fireworks" created by this spell are more along the lines of a geyser of brightly burning liquid fire, arcing upwards approximately 60' into the air and raining down within a 30' area surrounding the perimeter of the basic fire source. All in this area of effect suffer fire damage. Further, a central prominence of flame is thrown upwards by this spell, and the caster may direct this column of fire at a single target within 60' of the fire source. This plume of fire will inflict massive damage to the victim.. The material component for this spell is a lump of pitch mixed with sulfur, saltpeter, and magnesium, as well as an existing fire source.

Pilpin's Fire Carpet
Level 2
Effects immediate
Range: 60 yards
Area of Effect: 20-foot square
Duration: 10 minutes
The fire carpet brings forth an immobile, blazing carpet of magical fire of shimmering colour - violet or reddish-blue. The spell covers an area of the ground equal to one 20 foot square and the flames are 4 feet high. The carpet sends forth waves of heat, inflicting damage upon creatures within 10 feet. In addition, the carpet inflict damage upon any creature within the area of effect The wall of fire lasts as long as the wizard concentrates on maintaining it.

Furious Blast
Level 2
Range: 100 ft
Duration: Instantaneous
Area of Effect: 100 ft up, 50 ft out
When this spell is cast on a fire, as small as a candle, or as large as a bonfire, the flame Blasts upward in a cone 100 ft. up and 50 ft. across. Any flying object caught in the blast are thrown upward from the superheated air, and when the blast is gone, no oxygen is left, and they fall to the ground due to the lack of lift. The flying object will be grounded, taking full falling damage.

Snuff
Level 2
Range: 50 ft + 10/lvl
Duration: Instantaneous
Area of Effect: Range
This spell creates a huge ball of wind that snuffs out all flames within 20 feet of the caster. By either blowing it right off of its source, or taking oxygen away from it. This wind affects nothing but flame, and works on both magical and non-magical fire

3rd Level Spells:
Firestorm
Level: 3
Radius: Up to 50 feet
Duration: 1 minute
To cast: Either an invocation must be made, or hand gestures. It takes a few moments to cast Effect: Flame rains down from the heaves in thick roaring waves, that incenirate all that is not fireproof in the center, and partially melting things like metal and whatnot, and at the edges it burniates real good, but wouldn't melt metal. Beyond that it's just "ow ow ow!" hot for a ways.

Fire Skin
Range: Caster's body or touch
Duration: Until countered
Area of Effect: 1 body
This spell is identical to stoneskin except that when the caster is hit, the attacker takes fire damage. The higher the level of the wizard, the brighter and more damaging the skin becomes. Magical attacks will of course affect the recipient normally except for fire-based ones, non-magical fire will also not have any effect.

Water Fireball
Level 3
Effects immediate
Duration: Instantaneous
This spell creates a fireball that will pass though and burn in water! It can be directed at creatures in or under water. In all other respects it is like the Fireball spell. Fires started by this spell are treated as if they were of Water Fire.

Malar's Alcohol Detonation (Alteration, Evocation)
Level 3
Effects immediate
Range: 60 yards
Duration: Instantaneous
This rather mean-spirited spell causes alcoholic beverages within the area of effect to detonate violently. Fluids which are already within a being's system are immune to this effect, but a drink being held to one's mouth at the time of detonation will still explode. The wizard designates a spherical area of effect somewhere within range as his target point (with a maximum radius of 3 yards, and a minimum radius of one-half foot). All such beverages within this area will then immediately blow up.
The explosion may cause incidental fires, and tends to leave behind rays of black carbonization on materials within the radius.

LEARNING: Started in October
Boon of Kossuth
Duration: 4 minutes + 1 minute / lvl
Area of Effect: Fire spells
This spell functions as an augmentation of all fire based spells cast within the duration of the spell. It doubles the effectiveness of all of these spells.
This includes Range, Duration, Area of Effect, and Damage.

History:

She may not seem it, but Delotha is rather old. For the type of demon she is descended from, it takes 2,000-5,000 years before one recieves wings.

Delotha's birth, a long time ago, was the product of the demoness Feanor seducing an elven man. For kicks, as she described it. She even killed the elf after the deed.

But the pregnacy was not something she was expecting, though she did turn it to her advantage. Although Feanor was an elder demoness, there will still enough more powerful that Feanor did plenty of string pulling. She claimed to various demons more powerful then her whom she seduced that it was their child. When the babe was born, she ditched her on a hilltop somewhere remote, then turned that into a story to each that another had killed their baby. Nasty sort, isn't she? For those that cared if they had a child die, there were some bloody battles started.

The half demoness, meanwhile, a newborn with dainty litte claws, red hair, but otherwise elven appearing was starving to death. Her existance almost ended as quickly as it had begun, except a dear old hermit happened upon her, and managed with milk from his goats to keep her kicking.

It took a lot of patience from this man, as she aged slowly. Though she did start being able to protect and feed herself even while very young. The demon blood in her has always fought hard to survive. And through this man's gentle care, she was raised more elf then monster, so her temper was curbed. And for a long time, she was a happy little kid, whom the hermit simply called "Red" while she was with him, and for a long time that was the name she went by, Red. Though presently, none are left alive who would know that. As well he taught her needed lessons, things like patching her own clothing, how to set simple snares, self defense, and even some sword play.

She was still a child, on the level of a 10-year-old human, when the hermit, not quite 30 when he had taken her in, died of old age at 68.

Little "Red" wandered at that point, with no hermit to curb her wanderlust. For 10 more years she played in the forests, until she finally happened upon the elves. Or more, the elves happened upon her in their territory.

They promptly banished her and chased her away. She had little liking of elves after that.

She did learn, however. So when she ran into small human villages after that, it was always with overly large gloves on her hands, and she kept her mouth shut where possible. Mistaken for a little elven girl, she played with human children here and there, got to eat with kindly farmers, and clawed the hell out of some would-be kidnappers. Fun stuff. Though with the small amounts of joy, there was also some depression. She'd leave and come back to villages to find the children whom she had such fun times with had grown, and often left home already. It was also one of these farmers that, after finding what she was and ignoring thus, conned a black smith she gave a hand to to make and give her her first set of metal lined padded gloved. Gloves to hide the truth of her deformed clawed hands.

It was many years later, when she was on the level of a 15-year-old, that she traveled to her first human city. It was exhilerating, strolling through the streets, with all the sights, sounds, the laughter, the anger and rudeness.. all within one street. It was here she purchased her first short sword. After all, what good were her defense lessons without a weapon? Though having purchased such, showing she had some coin, she was immediantly targetted for pick pocketing after. The pick pocketer got two steps before she reached around and, the elven youngling that she seemed to be, lifted the man a foot into the air and demanded her coin back. Which, scared, he gave.

This blatant show of strength drew attention to her. Both good and bad. Within the next year she began to build up a bit of a reputation, both with hiring herself out as a bodyguard, and putting down people picking fights with her to try and prove their own toughness. Not to say she was never defeated, every now and again she got as good as she gave, but she survived it.

It was not too long after this, that she cast her first magic. A rough man was trying to rob and unarmed elven man, so Delotha stepped in to defend him. In a fit of rage during a fight she was losing, she launched in at her attacker, and as her fist was caught, it spontaneously burst into flame. The attacker paniced and released her, and for his efforts the fire exploded forth from her hand in a few sparks at his eyes. Temporarily blinded, the fight went to Delotha's favor.

When the adrenaline of the moment cooled, Delotha marveled at what she had done, and worked after that to further explore this new trick she had learned of summoning fire to her hands. A year or so later, she also found she could make flame explode out into dazzling sparks. Though after that, content with these two spells, that was all she knew for years.

The elven man, however, was the first to tentively befriend the half demon. He even taught her some small amount of elvish, including the word "deloth", meaning "to hate". The half demon had grinned wryly when the elven man later asked her name before parting company with her to move on, and in irony she had responded she was "Delotha", the name she went by ever after that. Ah, name origins.

Delotha enjoyed the city, but not always did the city enjoy her, especially when rumors began to fly around about her abilities and that she was a demon. Some she had earlir done jobs for shied from her, and friendly faces grew fewer and fewer. After 10 years she finally wandered onward, heading back into her forest beginnings, figuring she would give time for her to be forgotten and start fresh.

And thus, she drew into being a hermit like the man who raised her had become. She would occasionally visit the occasional village were they amiable, but for the most part she kept to herself, a bit haunted by the bigotry found in the city.

And then by chance, she happened upon her mother.

A man's screaming had been ripping out through the woods, and upon rushing to investigate Delotha discovered a demoness sitting croutched over a man, torturing. Being fool hardy even then, she launched in carelessly, tackling the demoness off the man. Taken by surprise, Feanor at first put up a poor fight, recieving a variety of cuts in the insuing scuffle. Then as fire flared over her skin and Delotha, who at the time was not wholly fire proof, stumbled back, they both got a good look at each other. Give Feanor pointed ears, a touch gentler of features, and Delotha would have been looking into a mirror. As Delotha stared, Feanor began laughing, and spoke of how she should have guessed any child of her's, even mixed with weaker blood, would have survived.

Delotha ceased her attack for the moment, too shocked to press in, and Feanor spoke on..
"Ah.. a surviver indeed.." Feanor looked away, smirking towards the injured human frantically crawling away. "Though a pathetic excuse for one, getting hurt by fire, and defending the life of a human." She then vanished in a flash. Confused, Delotha did not see at first that Feanor had reappeared near the man.
She did, however, hear the sickening crack of bone breaking.
Spinning around to look, there was Feanor, standing there, bloodied clawed fingers casting aside the limp body of the human as she laughed again. "Defending.. to no avail."
She vanished again. And this time did not reappear.

Delotha found herself a new purpose for her life, hunting down her mother. Though at the beginning she was not sure what to do with her when she did find her.. after all, she had so many questions she had wanted to ask, but fury at that mocking laughter after she killed that man also screamed at her to draw blood. An angry demon is a terrifying thing.. She searched, and during her searching she followed on rumors of missing people, or those accusted by demons, though often found other demons rather then her mother. Practice, they were, as many were lesser demons not much older then herself. They had the advantage, of course. No flaws in the armored hide, and better control of flame magics, though often as she appeared demonic herself they never thought to use them. And at first, she sometimes had to flee for her life, once even to be rescued by a couple warriors after the same goal. But with persistance, she got better, learning to make up for her lack of armoring with being faster. She even began to pick up some of the demonic language to later incorporate with her spells.

After many such attempts, she learned in the heat of a rather intense battle to teleport. A winged demon, as she quickly learned were much older and a LOT harder to battle, had her cornered, and was coming in to trap her.. when she abruptly teleported herself by instinct, to appear behind him. He knew this trick of course, so spun around immediantly to face her so she won no advantage, but it had saved her from being cornered. Though she had to flee that fight, she left having learned a valuable new trick, and went to battle that demon later for a victory.

Then, she finally found her mother. Or more, her mother found her.

"You have been making a real pest of yourself, my dear..."
Delotha spun about, eyes narrowing upon the demoness perched lazily on a boulder she had just past. "I have been looking for you.."
"So I assumed." Feanor chuckled softly as she slid down off the boulder, idly clasping her hands behind her. "So now that my precious girl has found me.. What does she plan to do?" Delotha stood there a long moment, torn, then finally drew out her sword. Feanor made a soft "tsk" sound, and pointed forward at her. The weapon in her hands abruptly exploded in fire, which seared through her gloves. Delotha was shocked at first, that her hands withstood the flames, though as the flames grew more intense, catching her sleeves on fire, pain flared over her arm and she cried out, throwing down the sword to smack out the flames.
"Pathetic.. I'm amazed you made it this far with that weakness." Feanor laughed, as she drew off a pendant from around her neck, flinging it forward toward Delotha. "You'll grow out of it, I'm sure. The stronger blood always wins out. Until then, wear that beneath your clothes."
Delotha narrowed her eyes at her, nursing her arm. "Why would you help me?"
"I am helping myself, my darling... As you are beginning to become more known, it would be an extreme embaressment to me for any to find a daughter of mine is not resistant to flames. You will understand one day, I am sure." And again, Feanor vanished, leaving Delotha alone.

She did take the pendant and put it to good use. From that day on Delotha has had no fear of fire, as it could never hurt her. And onward on her quest she continued, trying to hunt down her mother. She began a more agressive tactive after another 20 or so years of hunting, of capturing rather then killing the younger demons she happened across and torturing information from them on her mother's whereabouts. And just when she was almost upon her mother, she stopped her quest.

Delotha found love.

Passing through a village a strapping cross breed youth, human and elven mix (though at the time she thought he was fully human) took up the courage to flirt with Delotha in a tavern. At least she was not quite sure how to take this flirting, but after awhile the two of them hit it off very well. When he left on a job to help guard a merchant's travel, he charmed her into going with him, and soon took her as his lover. And for many years afterward, they were a excellent team, her with strength and some fire magics, him with his finely honed archery and finesse fighting. Archery that he taught her, as well as better uses for her short sword, where as she improved his brawling skills. An excellent team.

However, Delotha was a bit too tough to last it out with his tastes. After the first year with her he took on a couple more lovers without Delotha's knowledge. Delotha trusted him, and refused to see any signs that he was cheating on her, but eventually he slipped up and she caught him.

She left her mark on that man in the form of some nasty scars marring his pristine looks, then left and never saw him again.

Disgruntled, and more angsty now then ever, the hunt for her mother continued. And after another 50+ years, and more dead demons, she confronted her mother once more.

"Mm.. there you are. I thought you would have found me long ago." Feanor smirked as she looked across at the half blood entering the cave.
"I was distracted." Delotha's hand hovered over the hilt to her sword as she regarded her mother. "... Who are you?"
"I am Feanor. And I have heard you call yourself Delotha. More fitting then the name, H'sreev, I gave you." She idly clasped her hands behind her back, as she lightly stepped towards Delotha. "Going to try and kill me with that little sword? If you do, who will answer your questions?"
Delotha scoffed, "What questions? Why would I want to learn anything from you?"
Feanor's grin widened. "You wish to know nothing about your beginnings? Not even of your father?"
That made Delotha hesitate, so Feanor continued. "He was an elven noble.. High Elf breed, as they were the biggest challenge to have. Sweet looking man, I see some of his face in your features." Her grin twisted to a predatory one. "I seduced him, then killed him." She laughed at the horror stricken look on Delotha's face. "This is why you are tainted with weaker blood, otherwise you might have been a pure breed and worthy of being an heir. As it is, you are useless..."
Delotha's eyes narrowed, flickering to red as a wave of anger shot through her. "Do NOT call me useless..."
"Afraid of the truth? Then what good are you, my dear, accept to fulfill my whims? You are part demon, so no non-demon will accept you. You are unpure, so no demon will have you. You are utterly worthless... The only good you are is proving that your strength, even with only partial blood, is enough to do a demon proud." She grins, flashing sharp teeth. "Which as you are my offspring, this has brought up MY standing. This is the only reason I let you live."

~To be continued~