General
Name: Ilaria Elizabeth Sterling
Nicknames: Aria, "Miss Mischief", Prankster
Gender: Female
Race: Human-Demon Hybrid
Age: 17
Birthday: April 1st, X973
Guild: N/A
Rank: B-Class
Stats: 25
Strength: 4
Vitality: 4
Stamina: 5
Agility: 4
Dexterity: 5
Wisdom: 3
Personality
Description: Imagine the stereotypical hyperactive child at a birthday party where there was far too much sugar consumed. Most of the time, this perfectly describes Ilaria in all her goofball glory. Primarily, she is a jokester and exceedingly loud/ boisterous. She loves being around people more than anything in the world, aside from practising her magic perhaps, and adores making new friends. She has a habit of forcing herself upon people if she decides that she likes them enough, and won't let go of them until they befriend her as well. She is blissfully ignorant of any malicious feelings that are directed towards her from other people, and will always wear a huge smile or grin without a care in the world.
She has a very good moral compass, and is able to see quite early on after meeting someone whether they are good or bad, depending on the vibes she gets from them. Sometimes it is obviously quite hard to discern whether a person is so easily categorised, but she is good at telling if someone has a good heart. Ironically, she cannot feel the strangeness within herself; or rather, she chooses not to. She knows that she isn't quite the same as regular humans, deep down, but she refuses to acknowledge it. That, and she has no clue about her own heritage in that regard.
She makes it a goal in life to try and make other people smile, and bring them happiness in some shape or form. In her own words, she hasn't succeeded as a person until she has been responsible for the joy of someone else. It is this ability of hers to be so cheery and upbeat which makes her a bit of a people magnet, and she harbours a kind of irritating charm that people can't help but admire (even if it is begrudging admiration in a lot of cases). She never fails to get on the nerves of those around her if they can't stand loud people, and her obnoxious over-confidence only serves to annoy people further if they do not know her well enough to understand. If a problem can't be solved by excessive hugging and affection, the next thing she will turn to is fighting and using her fists or weapons. This solution is never meant maliciously, however, and she will never aim to kill an opponent no matter what. One thing she believes in wholeheartedly is that all life is sacred, a belief passed down to her from the tribe of people she grew up with. But, she also believes that if you don't believe in something passionately to fight for it, then there is no point in having such a belief.
Because of the fact that she was so removed from the outside world, she is very innocent to worldly happenings and objects. There is so much that she has not yet seen, and she is so easily fascinated by the simplest of things. Her innocence stretches across the spectrum of most things, and also goes for romance and other such goings on. If ever someone had a crush on her, or she had a crush on someone, she would have no idea how to react or what it was. To her, there is only friends and family (which she often classes as the same thing), nothing else.
She is not one to really care about material possessions, and instead relishes things that money can't buy: friends, natural beauty in the world and passion. Anyone who becomes this girl's friend is guaranteed a friend for life, and one that will fight for them until she can no longer stand. One thing is for absolutely certain; she is almost irritatingly stubborn and will never give up or go back on her word. Even if she is teetering on the edge of death, if it means backing down and letting someone she cares about get hurt, she will never even consider doing such a thing. Not only would it betray their bond, it would betray her honour (or what she believes it to be). As a girl who grew up around nature in all its beauty, she finds it very fascinating and peaceful. She will also fight tooth and nail to preserve its splendour, and loves all living beings by extension. If she didn't have such an insatiable appetite, it wouldn't be too outrageous to say that she would be a vegan or another varient just so she wouldn't have to hurt anything living. And it isn't too out of the realms that she is passionate about... mostly everything.
More than anything, Ilaria yearns for adventure. She wishes to explore their vast land and learn all about its history, its culture, and everything that went into its creation. She may seem like a dumb, bumbling fool, but she has a kind of intellect that is only satisfied by discovery. The way she perceives the world may be described as childish, but in all honesty, it is merely innocent and open to everything out there. Deep down, this girl is terrified of being lonely. After having her community, her family, taken away from her, she is scared of it ever happening again.
She is an immensely hard worker, and will give her all to everything she encounters with the utmost enthusiasm. She can almost be seen as too keen and too eager, as she throws herself into things without waiting for the proper instructions sometimes. As a previous metalworker in her old community, she is a very practical girl and enjoys making things with her hands in her spare time. She can often look at something and deduce how it was made, just by looking at the craftsmanship, and make one all her own. Someday, she wants to have the skill to make her own magical weapons to use with her Requip magic.
Likes:
- Her magic
- Fighting/ sparring
- Laughing
- Playing pranks on others
- Making things
- Discovering new things
- Making friends
- Jogging
- Nature
- Summertime
Dislikes
- Losing
- Solitude
- Sore muscles
- Small spaces
- Silence
- Winter months
- Industrialised places
- Sitting still
- Waiting
Motivations StrengthIlaria truly wishes to become strong, at least strong enough to protect everything she cares about. No matter what the means, she will pursue strength to protect her comrades at all costs.
DiscoveryWho doesn't want to journey around the world on a constant adventure? She wishes to see the world, the whole world, and make memories that she will remember well into her old age.
FamilyNo matter what, Ilaria wishes to find a group of people she can view as her family. After losing those that she saw as her family, back in her old community, she wants to fulfill the wishes of her dying mother and keep living; to find a new place to belong.
CraftingAs well as all of the above, she wants to become a better craftswoman that she is now. She wants to see her weapons and armour sold all over Fiore, bearing her emblem and name on it. She takes comfort in the fact that her work will be so renowned and a way to give other people their strength.
Fears: ClaustrophobiaSince she could remember, Ilaria has been irrationally frightened of small spaces. When enclosed in a place without windows, or a similar small, tight space, her chest grows tight and her vision begins to blur, making it impossible for her to do much.
LonelinessWhat perhaps scares her more than tight spaces is the fear of being alone in the world. She truly felt this way after the massacre of her people back home, and it sent her spiralling into a pit of despair within her mind. Living for and with other people is what helps define her, and losing those people will wholly destroy her.
DestructionPrimarily relating to the destruction of natural beauty, she wishes to preserve all that lives and breathes in this world. She truly fears and detests anyone who burns or destroys the beautiful world they live in.
WeaknessWhat if she wasn't strong enough to protect those she loves? It has happened once before, and it may still happen again. Ilaria is deathly afraid of such an occurance, and trains hard every day to ensure that it doesn't happen.
Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 128lbs
Apperance: Ilaria is a lithe teen, not one to be considered particularly intimidating in the slightest. Her cheery persona only adds to this confusion when her opponents find her to be quite strong. She has been training her rather physical magic for many years, and as such, her strength is certainly something to admire. Her muscles are defined, but not large. She has an average bust for her age, even though she doesn't truly understand connotations of what makes these attractive. Her hair is cut choppily to fall past her chin, and is primarily white blonde/ silver with strange magenta colouring streaked through the ends. Her eyes are wide and filled with intelligence, curiosity and hope, coloured a light hazel-esque brown.
Across her body, there are small tell-tale signs of stress that scar and mark her. From her hobby of crafting and metalworking, she has numerous burn marks seared into her forearms, which are kept covered by her long green gloves. Her hands are also marked all over with varying scorch markings and scratches. A strange scar in the shape of a crescent moon on her abdomen is visible when she wears a bikini or similar swimsuit. And a strange series of pale white scars, all jagged, form at the back of her neck and form a kind of starburst in shape, with the jagged points trailing down her spine to her mid-back.
She is almost always seen wearing a pale blue scoop-necked shirt and matching scarf, a pair of short orange/ yellow short dungarees with utility pockets built into the straps, a pair of cropped black leggings that go past her knees, and a large pair of sturdy black boots which almost seem too big for her. On her hands she sports a pair of dark green gloves, which fades into more of a pastel colour as they stretch up almost to the point where her shirt sleeves end.
It is not very often (if at any time) that she wears skirts or dresses, as she sees them to be highly impractical for her work and magic training. If relaxing, however, she has been known to wear said garments occasionally;
- The Rare Dress Picture:
Guild Tattoos: (Will be) Powder blue | Upper right arm
History
Hometown: Principium Island, Southern Fiore
History: Forbidden Love: Origin Arc
On the small island of Principium, everything is sectioned far away from any other major civilisation. Their customs and culture are perhaps four or even five hundred years behind the rest of the world, due to their isolation and refusal to partake in the rest of the world's events and cultures. The islanders had ancestors who were supposedly here at the dawn of time; at the world's creation. Their island was the sacred home and birthplace of a group of deities called The Ancients. They are not so easily defined as Gods or Goddesses; they were ethereal beings that shifted through dimensions and chose to populate Earthland, so the mythology goes. It wasn't very often that outsiders found their way to this tiny island in the middle of nowhere. One of the occasions where said occurence happened, was in the year X972, a year before Ilaria was born, and the year that the demon Umbra Nox, arrived on Principium.
He appeared as a handsome silver-haired man, as an adventurer who had gotten lost at sea. The island community took good care of him and healed the injuries he had sustained while travelling. One woman on the island in particular, Amaranth Sterling, was the best healer they had to offer. Her healing magic was second to none, and better than any other mage that Umbra had seen on his travels. She spent a lot of time with him, checking on his injuries and ensuring that his recovery was a speedy one. During this time, the pair of them grew very close, and Umbra let his guard down enough to fall in love with the mortal. It was only after he learned that he was to be a father that he came to his senses, and fled the island, placing a curse upon it; when his spawn came of the dangerous age, all hellfire would rain down and do what he didn't have the heart to. Kill his lover, and the daughter he would never see...
My Family: Childhood Arc
Ilaria was born into a very loving community, and everybody around her immediately welcomed her with open arms into their world. She inherited the names of her mother's ancestors, as was common to pass down names onto children so that the elder's will may be inherited through them. Her early life was rather uneventful, and it was only shortly after she turned five that her magical powers began to show in great force. She was always happiest when toying with building blocks or doing arts and crafts. As she started to become more physically involved, her magic power would start to pulse from her and pick up all forms of metal that could become a weapon. Magic wasn't unusual on Principium Island, and slowly, Ilaria was taught how to control these random emissions of power.
Her mother raised her like a normal human girl, never even hinting for a moment that part of her heritage was dark. Amaranth had her suspicions about the man she fell in love with, but never let it effect her opinion of him, and she wouldn't allow it to taint her daughter's mind either. She told her daughter many lovely stories of her father, and simply said that he was a traveller, an adventurer; his heart couldn't be contained in one place for long. While Ilaria found it sad that he had left her mother, she never thought ill of him.
Everyone on their island had numerous jobs to do, in order to live out their day to day lives. As she continued to exhibit marvellous ability with metals and crafting, she was put under the tuteledge of the island's blacksmith, an old man named Josiah. He taught her everything he knew, and even started teaching her how to craft weapons in secret. They were not supposed to have such things, because their life was one of peace. But Josiah had known the horrors of war, and knew that they had to be prepared just in case the worst happened and their peaceful island was invaded.
Early on, she started to show a preference for being friends with boys over girls, because she preferred to play rough and fight with them. She would often come home covered in bruises and scuffs and scrapes, broken bones and all the rest of it from rough-housing and falling out of trees and the like. Every time, her mother would patch her up and listen to the delighted tales of how Ilaria beat up that island bully, or she sparred with her friend. It filled Amaranth with joy that her daughter was growing up to be so strong, and yet so kind. The girl sobbed every time a plant in their garden died, and heaven forbid if one of their pets died as well. She prayed to The Ancients with great fervour whenever they were to eat some of nature's bounty, and in general, she was a model student to with her magic studies which were presided over by the scholars deep within the ancient forest.
As her magic developed further and she was taught a specific type, she dedicated herself to using armours and weapons that befitted and supposedly embodied The Ancients whom she so ardently believed in. The great scholars entrusted sacred sets of weapons and armour unto her, as they believed that she would have the power to wield them whereas none of them did not. According to legend, a great warrior by the name of Vindex, went to war in the name of The Ancients themselves and established Principium as a safe haven of peace and tranquility when the war was won. His armour has since been preserved, ready for the next blessed warrior to step forth and claim it. And this was to be Ilaria.
However, disaster struck at one of the most pivotal moments in the girl's life...
Almighty Hellfire: Destruction Arc
In the year X986, when Ilaria was thirteen years of age, a horrible fate befell Principium Island. An army of magic soldiers invaded the island, with one purpose in mind; to burn everything and everyone in their way on the island that they desired into nothing. The group called themselves Hellfire, a cult devoted to the demon of flames and destruction, and their purpose was to bring destruction to whatever they pleased, leaving no survivors.
No survivors but one.
During the attack, she had been trying her hardest to ward off the attackers, and stop them from destroying all that she loved. As she was rebuffed with ease, setting a grim reminder in her heart that there were terribly mighty forces in this world, she went looking for her mother and found the woman scorched and barely breathing in the ruins of their home. It was too late to save her; it was too late to save anyone. As Ilaria tried to pursue the attackers once more, she was slammed into a burning building and left to die in the midst of flames and the collapsing structure. And yet, a lone girl climbed out of the flaming wreckage left after the soldiers had departed, her clothes singed off, but her body untouched by the hellish flames. Who else was it but Ilaria herself? The one mark that the flames had done any damage was a strange series of scars now left at her upper back; a jagged starburst, and the sigil of her demon father whose curse had come to fruition. Not that she had any idea about who her father was, or what his sigil might be. To her, the scars were survivor's guilt; a reminder that she should have been able to help her family if she herself was able to survive the onslaught.
With The Ancients' armour locked away in her pocket dimension safely, she took the remaining boat which wasn't ruined in the wake of the natural disaster and eventually made it to Fiore's mainland in the South. In spite of what happened to her homeland, she took it in stride and remembered the dying words from her mother. No matter where she went, those she held dear lived in her heart, and she had to keep living for their sake.
A Whole New World: Recovery Arc
Following the trauma which occured back on Principium Island, Ilaria started to learn about the outside world and all its strange technology. She took brief residence in a small coastal village while she recovered and gathered her bearings, and this was a good place to learn about all of the new things that were around in the world that she didn't know of. And then, most importantly, it was the great place to start as she ventured off on her adventure. She had no idea where the adventure would take her, and all she cared about was continuing the adventure for as long as she could. While she had loved her homeland with all her heart, she had always been yearning for adventure while she was there, she just couldn't help it.
And thus, to this day, she is continuing to travel Fiore, having fine-tuned and put a name to her magic. Requip. Quite the capable mage but still the enthuastic and passionate girl that she always was, she is on a constant quest for adventure!
RP Sample: - From Hero Academia RP, Username:
The purple-haired girl sure did know how to pick the livewires when it came to her companions. While she was very focused on her own fight, she couldn’t help but become aware to what was happening at the other end of the warehouse, especially when the ear-piercing sound of metal ripping, bending and tearing as it gave way rang throughout the air. That, accompanied with a cry from the brown-haired boy about how attacking a lady was no way to treat her, made a small smile touch her lips. So it looked like her magnetic companion was causing trouble, good. The almighty din he was causing while bringing down a good portion of the ceiling was very helpful, and further served to distract and assault the senses of their targets.
Followed in quick succession to the metal ceiling being torn down, was a huge bellow of a cry elicited by Hana as she went flying through the air, warning the combatants to stay away from the girl’s ‘nee-chan-senpai’. The blonde girl had launched herself off the ledge as well, it seemed, as the next thing Eve could see was the blue-clad youth slamming a foot into the snowy-haired boy’s chest, using him as a springboard to leap further across the room. “What absolute chaos.” The young French lady mused to herself aloud, still remaining in her crouched position while she observed what was going on around her. Hana had made a target of the purple-haired distant young man further away from the main bulk of gang members, having delivered a very firm looking punch to said target.
The white-haired youth was still recovering from being used as a springboard, coughing and cursing loudly with such colourful language that it made Eve cringe slightly just listening to it. The man with his bandaged eye was near the centre, having found his way back to their boss’s side. And the boss himself, well, he was quite an interesting character. His eyes were glassy and his expression was not one that was easy to read from this distance, but he appeared quite calm. Certainly not wearing the face that betrayed any form of shock or terror following the brutal assault that he and his gang had been put through. Everyone else in his gang appeared at least shocked, scared or highly confused, or a mixture of all three at once. But this man, The Joker… appeared wholly unfazed. She didn’t have much time to ponder on this fact, however, as Snow had since recovered from his bout of cursing with newfound venom and determination.
“You’re going to ruin everything!” The youth hissed, running a hand back through his snow white locks angrily to push the bangs out of his eyes, which appeared eerily redder and filled with bloodlust now. But that was good, that was what the Delacroix girl was counting on. Hatred, anger and a blinding need to punch things, primarily her. And since she was the only person within Snow’s punching range, she was his prime target. For now, Eve trusted her comrades to fight as they saw fit, and cause as much chaos as possible. She hadn’t stopped to examine the carnage that Raikou had committed by pulling down a large metal section of the ceiling, but she trusted that he had managed to make quite the impression. “Oh, but you’ve already ruined a lot of things for a lot of people.” The purple-haired girl quipped back in an innocent tone, rising to her feet and brushing some stray dust off her spotless white uniform. “So by putting you guys away, we’ll be fixing things.” Her smile grew wide all of a sudden, taunting and sickeningly sweet.
Her strategy worked.
Snow yelled loudly and advanced on her, too much in a blind rage by this point to think about doing anything fancy. He aimed with his right fist for her chest, on the right side of it. She didn’t move a muscle, and nor did she blink when the full-frontal strike hit her right on target. ‘Three.’ Following the hit, she pushed her left leg back slightly and her right hand snapped up to lock around his wrist. Leaning back into her supporting leg, she proceeded to push forward while still gripping Snow’s right arm, locking it backwards and making him cry out in pain. Using techniques as taught to her in those countless karate lessons, she proceeded to sweep her leg back and at the backs of his, forcing his legs to give way and make him fall flat on his face.
“Come now, this is pitiful!” That voice rang loud and true in the cavernous space that the Heroes and Villains found themselves in, followed by a crisp click of the speaker’s fingers. “Ozias. Lights.” And on that word, everything went black. Not a glimmer of light radiated from any source in the room, and Eve’s body suddenly became very still. She remained on high alert, relying on her ears instead of her eyes, which she couldn’t believe were so blind. Not even light from the windows penetrated this curtain of darkness that had fallen upon them so suddenly. From behind her, she started to feel a freezing breeze lick at the back of her legs, and it wasn’t the sort of chill that one might feel when being sneaked upon. It was actual freezing wind, and wet particles of something were splashing on her exposed skin. ‘S-Snow?’ She thought in disbelief as said substance started to fill the warehouse. And with her being closest to the source, she soon found herself battered by the snowstorm.
A freezing, piercing sensation overtook her the upper part of her left arm, the cold so unbelievably bitter that it felt as though it were burning. Her right hand immediately flew to the afflicted area, when her hand stopped short of its target, instead finding a fleshy object in her way. Namely what she discovered to be Snow’s face, mere inches away from hers with his hand gripping at her shoulder, spreading freezing snow across her body. And there she stood, a hand on the villain’s face, frozen in absolute fear. She could almost imagine the unholy smirk on her opponent’s face at this very moment and she was very glad that she couldn’t see, as her whole body started to shiver and shake down to its core while the cold continued to spread.
“You shouldn’t have done that, girlie.”
She screamed.
Face Claim: Pascal, Tales of Graces