Feora, Priestess of the Flame

⌈ PLAYER SECTION ⌉
Player: Panda
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Age: 28
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⌈ CHARACTER SECTION ⌉
Character: Feora, Priestess of the Flame
Age: 36
Canon: Iron Kingdoms
Canon Point: Mid-Invasion of Sul

Background: Born to a family ranked High in the temple and raised by devoutly religious tutors, Feora is a rare sight in the protectorate of Menoth: A powerful woman with a great standing among the clergy. However unusual in a society that is a slight patriarchal, none within the temple would ever comment on it, as even wayward worshippers could recognize Menoth's hand upon her life and work. Born to a family highly ranked in the temple and raised by strongly religious tutors, Feora spent her childhood drilled mercilessly in the Canon of the True law (The Menite holy book) until she could quote the whole of the scripture from memory. The perfection of her faith verged on the divine, impressing even the visigoth proctors that her family had befriended.

Those who knew her as a child say she always was drawn to fire, but the truth quite the opposite, with the purity of fire drawn to her. As a young girl, she stole her brother's flame spear as he slept, trained herself into its use, even learning to command the holy flames contained within it. It didn't take long for a family member to discover her little secret, and was seized by the men of her house to be punished. While attempting to escape them, she accidently set a portion of the manor house in flames with her brother's spear. That same night, her own father handed her over to the scrutator (Religious inquisitors) justice, but rather than dispatching her to Tower Judgement for her punishment (Home of Scrutators and prison for the unfaithful), some scrutators questioned her actions and decided that in masterfully wielding the flame spear and its flames without formal training, she had been answering a divine call. The Scrutators gave the young girl a choice, she could join the Flameguards or come with them to receive her punishment. The choice wasn't hard to make. Though disciplinary actions were common in those few months of training, thanks to her impulsiveness and rash tongue, she eventually graduated with high honors and even higher expectations.

She rose quickly through the ranks, but Feora soon realized that such an honorable position was mostly monotony of guard duty and patrols, and soon grew tired of it. Like any youth, Feora longed for battle and to heroically lead her own legions to victory over their god's enemies. She wasn't one to be content with stagnation and Before long her superiors assigned her to fieldwork and on patrols to border garrisons, as much to remove her from the quiet introspection of the temples as anything. Then came the most important moment in her life, many whom attribute to Menoth's direct intervention. In the past years, the Priest of the Flame had grown fond of Feora, and in his final hours, and while on patrol with her accompanying, the Priest of the Flame suddenly fell ill. He called for her to be by his side and breaking tradition, with his last few breaths he commended his staff to her care. Feora had become the new Priestess of the Flame and the steward of the Temple Flameguard.

Since that appointed day, feora has been preparing the Temple for the inevitable war to come, especially against Cygnar. She considers the high technological and self-proclaimed 'Jewel of the Iron Kingdoms' to be inherently flawed and a bastion of heretical Morrowan Evil; That for centuries, they had authority over her homeland sickened her. She holds her people to a high standard and expects them to live up to it. Such attitude would make her extremely unpopular, except she puts herself under the same principles as she expects of others, and as a result, she is loved by her troops.

However, none were as surprised as Feora when the Forces of Cygnar decided to break the great truce between the two nations (before the protectorate potentially could, and would) and invade the Capital of Sul. Feora and her guards were quick to act, assembling what forces they could in the chaos and stand their ground. Furious at the cowardice of such an attack, it was during the defense that Feora caught a moment of weakness of an enemy warcaster. Seeing this as a sign of the Lawgiver, Feora charged forward to put an end to the enemy when another Warcaster used his magic to toss her light warjack into her, crushing her between it and a wall. It is here Feora slips into this new setting.

Personality: A woman with strong convictions. Feora does not feel things half-cocked, though has learned from much practice and training to keep most of it in check. Growing up in a conservative household in addition to a religious nation has made Feora into quite the passionate zealot. She devotes her life, her very essence of being to the Menite cause and faith, her sermons are heartfelt and she values those that share her belief. All of this is kept in a patient and placid exterior. If any of her superiors, rivals, and mentors have taught her, its that a leader needs to be impeccable in the eyes of her subordinates. As she rose to the rank of Priestess of the Flame, the first woman to do so, this couldn't even be more truthful.

Like any good Menite, Feora's beliefs are towards the overall vigilance and the benefit of the overall greater community of man. Menoth had ordained that each and every human is brought to life in order to fulfill a certain number of labors, labors that would support and enrich their fellow neighbors. To live in too much excess or to impede the community is greatly frowned upon, even sinful. To this end, every day is given toward the religion and temple, with prayers and ritual for a lot of common labor work. It's almost a little ironic that the holy book itself doesn't actually give laws on the community at large, but Feora and her homeland have associated a lot of their laws to this main religious principle, and much like her people back home, Feora is definitely someone who wishes to see those that go against the Law are to receive swift and adequate punishment, whatever that may be. As part of the Menite culture, Feora prefers these punishments to be...painful, but mostly as a deterrent from further misbehavior.

Having studied the texts and mentored all her life in these philosophies and religious virtues, Feora own moral center and personal beliefs center on this... with one exception. As she believes herself to be of needing to fulfill a greater labor, Feora occasionally talks herself into what is normally frowned upon actions, such as back-handed deals and other machinations. She is never one to lie, but is capable of..refraining from certain details that might hinder her own progress.

As you can already start to notice, Feora isn't without faults, namely pride and anger. The strict household as a child on top of a steep climb through the ranks of the Flameguard thanks to her gender has made Feora into a perfectionist. She frowns upon wastefulness and usually someone who would demonstrate better forms or methods to improve the quality of work or duty. However, this has lend itself, in part because of her fanatical religious belief and ego, to feel the same way about leadership overall. No one can do a better job than she can, and the only reason things would go wrong is people in positions they are ill-equipped to handle. Her self-centered belief in being the one in command while makes her a good tactician and mastermind, also leads her astray by finding ways to undercut and gain advantages with little to no care at the cost, even at the expense of her own worshippers. Feora believes she has destiny, and no one, neither man or god, can get in her way.

Her temper is also an issue. From early childhood, Feora has always been a bit of a hothead. Easy to anger, easy to lash out at those that would offend her or rile her up. thankfully, training experience in the Flameguard and having such a good mentor helped Feora temper that anger into something that could power her as a warrior. Nonetheless, even at her loft position and many years as the Priestess of the Flame, Feora is still known to be something of a powder keg, always ready to be set off on someone that rubs her the wrong way

Abilities:
As a Warcaster, Feora has a number of generic abilities and her own share of power and skill is certainly potent:

-Power Field: Unused magical power produces a sort of defensive barrier, capable of dulling both blades and bullets. Not completely impenetrable and the strength of this barrier increases or decreases depending on the amount of magical power collected or expended.

- Power Distribution: A Warcaster can redirect or boost mechanisms with a portion of their own power. The amount of power given is largely dependant on the amount of power the machine can hold.

-Pushing the limit: A warcaster can use their magical power for the slightest boost of dexterity. This boost lasts only for a moment and while doesn't offer a boost in running speed, does offer to give an extra swing in combat, taking a chunk of power in doing so.

Followed by a number of her own unique spells:

-Fire magic: Feora specializes in manipulating and creating fire. Her skill level and affinity for this type of magic makes her utterly immune to any source of flame, no matter the heat. In addition, once ever so often (maybe 30 minutes?) Feora can sap the very energy of fire within a 100 ft radius to temporarily replenish or even enhance her magical power.

-Engine of Destruction: One of the few notable spells that need mentioning. EoD is a self-enchantment spell that boosts the physical characteristics, enabling her to tear apart even armored obstacles with her bare hands. While this only lasts for mere minute or three, its often times all she needs.

-Master fighter: Feora is at the peak of her physical prowess. Her training in combat and experience on the battlefield has made her a terror to behold A the leader of the Flameguard, Feora's personally reformed the organization from a cozy garrison to an elite fighting force of its own.

-Indomitable Will: Feora is a religious Zealot who is fully aware of her has been trained to be almost unshakeable when in a tight situation. The very words of the Menite Holy book keeps her actions and sights moving forward, no matter the risk or hardship. (basically, It's really hard to mess her head if you tried to use some kind of mind magic)

Alignment: [Choose from one of the following: Aiada, Daimonia, Elios, Peromei, Piphron, Sosyne, or Thras. Refer to the proper info page for more information and be sure to include a very brief reason why you chose the alignment.] Sosyne - Feora is fits both Thras and Sosyne, but with that temper of hers, she probably sides more with Sosyne. Her temper probably unrivaled, as she can and does hold a grudge. Beware on crossing her, even if you're her ally!

Other:
In canon, her physical appearance is obscured by armor and a face plate mask (as all clergy who worship Menoth). We know she's tall, around 5'10", with dark hair. Here's some head-canon though as to her appearance. Feora is pretty attractive, with a round face, high cheek bones, straight nose, solid jaw with small amount of wrinkles from the excessive frowning or stiff courtly smiles, and sharp blue eyes. Her skin is fair aside from the slight tan of the hot desert sun, making it obvious that her blood was of Caspian Exile descent. Her body is kept at peak efficiency, with strong limbs and a flat stomach that are expected of someone who frequently puts themselves in the front lines. This experience in addition to her early child has that same body covered in various scars, though notably a few memorable ones across her backside due to her father's and sometimes Scrutators' whip in her youth. Her dark brown hair is either a bowl cut or long enough to braid it up and away, depending on the season. When not in armor, Feora tends to wear white and gold, mostly to keep appearances and to feed her own ego. To denote her rank and status, her face is frequently covered in some kind of cloth or shawl, again, usually white with a dazzle of Gold, though sometimes accents of red.

I'm just going to make her PB Rena Sofer until I get some commissions to do her justice. :|a

Equipment: Warcaster armor: A steam-powered power armor, modified to Feora's specifications. Made from a thick steel alloy that covers the entire body. Two double sets of weapons; Namely, two wrist mounted blades, named Truth and Consequence, and each wrist has small flamethrowers. the current state of armor at the start of the game: Severely damaged.
She also wears cream-colored garments underneath, thin but still able to fully dress her.
She also wears a small Menofix, the Holy symbol of Menoth around her neck underneath the armor.

Links! All the links because Iron Kingdoms has a lot of material, notably the bitterment between the Protectorate’s Menoth and the Morrowan Cygnar.

http://ironkingdoms.wikia.com/wiki/Protectorate_of_Menoth
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Protectorate_of_Menoth
http://privateerpress.com/iron-kingdoms/introduction-to-the-iron-kingdoms
More to follow!

⌈ SAMPLE SECTION ⌉
Sample: Feora had no idea where she was, but that didn't keep her away from the duties that befitted her. It wasn't grand, Lawgiver help her, merely a simple mess hall with chairs, a podium and a poor rendition of the Menoth himself (though the fact that the mask seemed just a little too large for the rest of him drew no end of annoyance from feora), it still was enough to offer some sort of communion. No one on this island, much less this particular world, seemed to know where the mere gift of flame or even where their very existence came from. Sure, they had their own, misguided heretical beliefs; Some of which had some manners of facts, but that didn't once convince a priestess such as herself that she couldn't shepherd them back into Menoth's light.

For what it was worth, she did have a dozen or so attend. Not as much as she liked, as she was sure a few were mostly curious than seeking piety, and where there were embers, a fire could grow.

She was halfway through her sermon, her memory making it easy to focus on the temperament of the crowd and embrace the meaning behind the words when her ears started to catch a small mutter in the background. She flicked her attention to the audience, a flick of annoyance crossing her piercing gaze. No one said anything, at least they stopped. She paused, faking that she need to catch her breath.

"And so, with the blessings of the Fl-"

"-said don't touch me!" Started a young woman in the back-row, the white scarf around her face unwinding from the sudden movement as she jumped her feet. Her gaze glowering down at the man who was next to her. The collective gasp of the small crowd echoing in the room, all eyes following the young man as he stood up to face the outraged girl.

"Look, don't make a scene." Fumed the man. "we were just hanging out, it wasn't like I was doing anything with her."

"Doing anything? I'm pretty sure that's not how people sit with each other on the bed, and 'not doing anything' " scowled the girl. The man took a step forward, opening his mouth to say something, but the girl scoffed. "Y'know what? I'm done. We're over."

she turned around to leave, but the man was quick to snatch her back. His face slowly growing red. "Listen to me, you're not going anywhere!"

"Let go of me!" she snapped, yanking at her. "Let go, you fuckin' pig!"

"Listen you-" He raised his hand, ready to swing when another hand grabbed and yank him back.

Even with shawl, the sort of overbearing blue gaze of her eyes made it clear just how livid Feora was. Her tall stature seeming even large as she beared down on them both. Her voice, controlled but still hot with irritation. "I don't tolerate interruptions, much less petty spats."

"This isn't your business. Go back to-" Snarled the man, only force face to cringe and groan. The skin under Feora's grip sizzling, branding her handprint to his skin.


"It is my business when its under the roof of prayer. You're unwanted from this place. Leave." She hissed, shoving him away like a petulant child.

The man stumbled to his face, but didn't take his chances. With of relief, the young woman watched her former lover leave. that is, until she felt a firm arm on her shoulder.

"As for you...!" Feora continued, though the heat of her words just a slight cooler than before. "We might not be in Sul, but there are still ways of repenting for your slights."

The young woman gulped.

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