《◊ Character Basics ◊》"Whats history? If not just the best stories?"
Name: Siona Ó'Callaigh, of Súilleabháin Caravan, of Fio-Fen Caravan.
Nickname/Alias: Sio (nickname,) Siona The Wise (title), Siona Of The Black And Gold (title. In reference to her cloaks color.)
Gender: Female.
Age/Birthdate: 27. 21st, Month Of Harvest.
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good.
Personality: Intelligent, calm, cool and collected. Siona is a typically a bit of a loner, though she is also generally friendly and polite, the type with a twinkle in her eye that hints at an inner flirtatious and mischievous nature, which often becomes apparent due to her sarcastic mirth and wit.
Though she tries to be understanding and pleasant, she nonetheless has a tendency to let her temper get the better of her, and has a habit of sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Additionally she is an exceptionally skilled Magi, and knows this, though often she can overestimate herself and her abilities because of this.
Though she often works as a mercenary and sell-sword, Siona abhors needless violence and cruelty. She holds no ill will to non human races, and despite her quiet, withdrawn personality is a kind person at heart. She does what she can to try and make the world a better place, using the skills she has.
Occupation: Scholar, mercenary, wandering Magi.《◊ Physical Traits ◊》
"Fix your hair Siona, you look like an urchin."
". . . Fine, Ma. . ."
- Height: 5'8"
- Weight: 142 lbs.
- Unique Traits: Missing top right canine tooth. Possesses the Strangers Mark. Magi rune tattoos on her palms for magic. Silver double line tattoo on her tongue. Hair is perpetually messy, and Siona gave up trying to tame it years ago.
- Any Illnesses: N/A
- Appearance:《◊ Background ◊》
"Home is where you make it, not where you're from"
- Mother/Father Names: Nessa Ó'Callaigh (Adoptive Mother)
Fionn Ó'Callaigh (Adoptive Father)
- Siblings/Other Relatives: Colm Ó'Callaigh (Elder brother)
Caithil Ó'Callaigh (Elder brother)
Eaoin Ó'Callaigh (Elder brother)
Aicin Ó'Callaigh (Elder brother)
Caira Ó'Callaigh (Elder sister. Only other girl.)
- Looks Like Mother Or Father More: Looks like neither, as Siona is a Foundling.
- Noble?: No
- Nation Of Origin: Rotha Nomads. (Foundling. Believed to be ethnically Imperial.)
- Langues Spoken: Thaelin-Sael (Fluent) Castan Mare (Fluent) Arelenian ()
- Biography: Siona Ó'Callaigh was born on the day her mother died, in a small, cold town on the northernmost isle of the Empire. Her father, a lesser Lord who owned a small estate and several fishing vessels blamed his newborn daughter for the death of his wife. And as if to add insult to injury, he had always wanted a son anyways. So summoning one of his knights, her father had Siona sent away. "I dont care where," he said, "throw it into the harbor if you want to. Just get the child out of my sight." The knight, never a truly cruel man, and not really suited to the life of a soldier despite his skill with a sword, couldnt bring himself to just toss a newborn out into the world with such callous resentment. But his lords orders were his lords orders, and so the knight did the next best thing he could think of, and brought the baby girl to the Continent, searching for Rotha. Rotha, he knew, took in children abandoned by their parents, cared for them and raised them as their own without questions. It was cultural for them. So he came to the first Rotha caravan he could find, late at night as it was, long after most had gone to bed and knocked on the little door to the first wagon he came across, a small and shabby one slightly apart from the rest. A woman answered, her husband on guard duty that night, and when she asked what this was all about the knight handed the baby off and told her to figure out what to do with it, before riding off into the night again, to find his fortunes on the mainland. The woman, and her husband, decided that they had enough room for one more, and so took the girl in, naming her Siona.
Not that Siona would ever remember any of this. She was only a newborn when it happened, hardly more than a month old. But she knew a knight had dropped her off, and she knew her real parents were likely Imperial, due to her dark hair and eyes.
She was a smart child, and was well loved by her family and by the caravan, who all made sure she was fed and happy, though she was also more than a little bit of a troublemaker. She played with the other children, quickly establishing herself as their unofficial leader, and began to lead them on various missions to get sweets whenever they were in a town. They would steal from food carts, sneak into farms and steal chickens, and steal what few coins local children had by hustling them in various childhood games. In the towns their families visited for trade, the children of the caravan, and Siona in particular, were hated. There were many occasions when local guards and angry shopkeepers would tan the hides of the kids, but as far as Siona was concerned, there was safety in numbers for them. A shopkeeper could only catch one of them at a time, and with fifteen or so kids it greatly increased ones chance to escape with their plunder of sweet rolls and fruit.
For the first ten years of Siona's life she lived as a rather normal Rotha child, though her black hair and pale skin made her easy to pick out among the sea of red hair and tan skin that made up a Rotha caravan whenever shopkeepers came to find the sneak thief who stole their wares. Until one night however, she had a particularly vivid dream, one she can remember even still all these years later. She went to bed, and then woke up again in the dream, though at first she could have sworn it was really morning. Her wagon appeared the same, though it was chilly, and her siblings were already out. But when she opened the door, she found herself gazing out at a strange and mysterious landscape, filled with odd fragments that seemed to be pieces of time itself, past present and future. Unsure of what to do, and strangely drawn to this place, Siona stepped out from the wagon and wandered for what felt like days, though she always saw her wagon in the background, until at last she rounded a corner and found another living being. He sat, lounged in the crevice between a petrified tree and a stone of shining obsidian, wearing the most beautiful clothing Siona had ever seen, eating an apple. He turned to Siona, and though Siona knew that he had a face, she could not comprehend it, it was as if the face of every living person was all cycling through in a rapid procession, making it impossible to pin down what he actually looked like. Siona was left in awe, unable to move as he stood, took her hands in his own, pressing his thumbs into her palms and placing a finger on her forehead. And just like that, she woke up again, in her own bed, the birds chirping outside as if nothing had even happened.
Not long after, things began to change for Siona. She found that she could set things alight with her mind, or cause the leaves on tree's to freeze and wither. It scared her, and she was worried she would be seen as a freak, until she went to her mother, who told her that what she was doing was magic. Her mother was a magi, though not a very proficient one, and when Siona wasn't out running with the other children or trading with her father, Siona's mother was helping to teach her to control her magic. It was slow going at first, but eventually she managed to learn to keep her magic in check, and began to buy (or often times steal) books on magic from local towns. She would practice on her own when the caravan was stopped, learning to control the wind, create fire at her fingertips, and even practice lucid dreaming, the first step to be able to peer into the Aether itself.
When Siona was 17, she continued to travel, trade and swindle, but knew that sooner or later, her mothers training would reach its limit, and she would have to find somewhere else to continue her practice of magic. That day came when, while setting up on the outskirts of town she and her sister Caira went to the market to see what there was to see. They wandered around the town, and in time, came to the local inn, where they hoped to meet the local menfolk. Siona, never one to let festivities go on without her, dazzled the crowd with what magic she knew. They were simple Small Folk, and though she was hardly any better most had never seen real magic before, and thought that she was far more powerful than she truly was. But in the crowd was another Magi, unbeknownst to Siona. A College Magi. Seeing her display of (rather limited) skill, he approached her, and introduced himself. Named Valentin Gregorvin, he was an adept attending the University Of Svodbodnyy Dom, in the Free City. If Siona was interested, he was willing to help her attend. And Siona certainly was interested. She struggled with informing her family of her new plans, but it didnt take long before Caira spilled the beans of who they had met in town. Caira had never been one for keeping secrets. And when she was pressed on weather she really wanted to go, to attend this college and learn the arcane arts, Siona finally relented, and told her family that it was what she wanted.
Siona's goodbye was a painful one for most, as the caravan had come to love her for her mischievous nature. She always brought a little extra experience to their lives, and one never knew what kind of trouble she would bring on them next. But it was almost always fun. She hugged and kissed her family goodbye, and her mother cried and insisted on sending Siona with plenty of home cooked food. She knocked around with the guards, before giving them all hearty hugs. Aeilain, the only one of the boys she knew who would openly cry, cried. Finally, with a wave over her shoulder, Siona set out on her own for the first time. Come sunset, a horse approached her from the direction she had come, her father sitting atop it. Siona met him in the middle of the road, and he handed her a sword, her families ancestral sword. Every Rotha family owned one, or at least, the vast majority did. And it was tradition for the father to give it to whichever of his children he felt would have the most use for it. Apparently he felt it was Siona. "The swords name is Amhrán Eala," he told her. "Keep it sharp. And learn to use it. Even Magi can use a little extra protection from time to time."
Siona walked east, meeting with Valentin a few towns over as they had discussed. The closer they got to the University, the chillier it got. "Its cold out there," Valentin informed her. "Something about the flow of the ocean currents. I dont understand it much, but the Natural Philosophers can explain it to you if you ask them." Siona tried to act like she was interested in the currents and why they made the temperature cooler, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't more interested in Valentin. He was, for lack of a better word, quite handsome, and quite charming. And when his good word helped her to get into the University, able to study and explore and learn to her hearts content, Siona found her attraction to Valentin only continuing to grow. But of course, there were so many other things to experience at the University besides her infatuation with Valentin. The more she studied, the more it seemed her skills only continued to grow. With the help of her teachers, Siona learned to Dream Walk properly, and learned the art of summoning. But in particular, she became increasingly regular at the library. Growing up with the Rotha, she had learned to appreciate stories above all else, viewing them as the keys to a true understanding of another people. Siona spent hours pouring over the books, writing long and detailed treatises on the importance of stories to culture and to society, and how they could be used to unite people. But, much to her frustration, her own particular area of study was of little concern to the professors, who all brushed off her ideas. They were far more concerned with the Planetes, or the relationship between the three realms, or trying to prove or disprove the existence of the All Father.
Angered by their dismissal of her hard work and research, Siona began to search for something, anything, that would earn her the reputation needed to bring attention to her own work. After three years attending the College, at the age of twenty, Siona finally grew too frustrated with the internal politics and what she perceived as her fellow Magi's indifference to the plight of Small Folk. Fed up with trying to work within their framework, Siona chose to leave, packing her clothes, books and magical supplies, and taking enough food to feed her for a few days, and headed east.
In her travels, Siona needed ways to make money to keep herself afloat, so she could continue to record and organize the tales and stories of the many cultures she wandered through. Though she always intended to just be a passive observer, in time, she inadvertently started to become the subject of many stories herself, as she stumbled from one job to the next. Some of her most famous deeds were the sealing of an ancient barrow lord in the Twelve Isles, defeating the leader of a violent gang of deserters in Kriglind, and hunting a Blight Carrier with the Black Cloaks in Eudasaine. All the while, she continue to frequent many of the other Colleges, looking to use their libraries and search for any other scholars interested in her studies into folklore and culture.
Siona is far from fond of her reputation as a heroic figure, but it is the way it is. She saw her family again in the seven years of her wandering, twice, and each time found herself moving from town to town with her childhood caravan again for a few months. But every time she left again, wanting to see more of the world and hear more of the stories to be found. Even among Rotha, Siona certainly was a wanderer.《◊ Affiliation/ Additional Info ◊》
"Dont touch my sword."
- Affiliation: Free Magi, College Magi (former student of the University Of Svodbodnyy Dom) Black Cloaks (has hunted with their men before)
- Specialties: Siona is skilled in swordsmanship, but her real talents lie in magic. Siona is an accomplished Magi, with a strong knowledge in summoning, sealing, and the elemental schools, being capable of manipulating all four elements and even cast ice. Though she is not at the level the great headmasters, Magi who know of her all consider her to be a prodigy in the practice of magic, easily an expert in its utilization if not a true master yet.
Additionally, she is exceptionally well read, and has a knack for seeking out and understanding a wide range of different sources to get a clear, all angles understanding of a specific subject. Particularly, she has a penchant for literary analysis, and a deep understanding of the basic structure of stories, their study and documentation being her life's work and passion.
- Magi?: Yes
- Schools Of Magic: Summoning, Sealing, Elemental, Evocation (Ice)
- Owned Equipment: - Iron Saber (Her families ancestral saber, named Amhrán Eala, or Swan Song.)
- A steel dagger
- Roughspun pants
- white cotton shirt
- Black silk cloak, with gold trimmings.
- x3 Changes of clothes
- Bronze earring
- x15 Coins
- Fine leather boots. (Now less fine, from all the walking Siona does.)
- Master Ias Alachi's Book of Spells (book)
- The Places Beyond, Studies Of The Wandering Sphere's And The Heavenly Bodies (book)
- The Book Of Shadows (Book)
- Jashe Miskatsonik's Book Of Creatures (Book)
- Writ of the Wraith (Contains Siona's contract with a wraith, sealed away in the Aether, allowing her to summon it.)
- Writ of the Spirit (Allows Siona to summon a friendly spirit, who she has singed a contract with. Spirits name is Allain.)
- Writ of the Seven Swordsmen (Allows Siona to summon the spirits of seven knights, sealed in the Aether by a past Magi.)
- Writ of sealing (The sealed soul of an undead warlord from ancient times, named Aern Geoth.)
- Bag of salt (for some spells.)
- Vials of her blood (for summoning)
- Rabbits foot.《◊ Optional Info ◊》
"Stories are the root of any way of life."
- Theme Song: In Our Talons
- Strengths: Siona is intelligent, perceptive and has a knack for academic pursuits.
- Weaknesses: Siona is brash, arrogant, and doesn't know how to leave well enough alone.
- Fears: That even if the Blight was stopped, this truly is the end times, and there is no going back. That there
- Dreams: Siona wants to write the stories down from every place she visits, and compile them into a series of books documenting the many legends, myths and other tales from around the world. She believes that stories are how one can truly understand another culture, and believes that to help bring peace the first step is to help the people of the world better understand one another.
- Personal Beliefs: Siona believes in many aspects of the Church, though she disagrees with the Church's interpretations of the All Father, the Stranger and the Spirits. Having walked in the Aether more times than she can count, Siona believes that the Church is wrong about Spirits, and that they are merely a neutral force rather than malicious and cruel. To her, the supposed ideals of the Church, to protect the meek and punish the wicked are worthy and honorable goals, but that they have been corrupted and weaponized by the Church leadership, who use them to further their own greed and power hungry goals.
- Anything Else: Siona, through her explorations of the Aether, has gained a familiar, a raven named Mitkin. Siona cannot always see Mitkin, but Mitkin can always see Siona, and comes and goes as she pleases. Mitkin's goals are seemingly beyond Siona, though she knows she serves some sort of purpose for Mitkin's own quest. Additionally, Mitkin seems to know many things about Siona's own world, goals and ambitions, though exactly what is unclear. Personally, Siona finds Mitkin self righteous and pompous, but they are bound together by fate, and Siona suffers through Mitkin's vague and over indulgent musings about the world.
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