Fey Lomeli | Fire Magi

Fey Lomeli

It's the heat that makes you strong

Fey is a girl who picked up a lot of emotional baggage while growing up which she has been unable to properly deal with yet. She tends to be especially paranoid, likely suffering from a degree of PTSD as a result of being involved in a few extreme situations at a young age. She is initially distrustful of others and can come off as somewhat flighty even after one gets passed that first barrier. Despite appearing somewhat standoffish she is caring and empathetic at heart but has the tendency to try and repress this nature. Because of this she can be a bit snarky.

Still, Fey is not a natural loner and does desire companionship when it comes right down to it. If she finds someone she trusts and connects with she is fairly likely to become overly attached, even if the other person does not desire the constant company. She can be somewhat moody and prone to depression or self-depreciation, with a surprisingly fiery temper at times.

Along with the paranoid nature she tends to exhibit a strong fear response, but contrary to what one may expect she can skew fairly heavily towards fight rather than flight. It is not uncommon for her temper to flare up when frightened and become even uncharacteristically aggressive if pushed.

Fey is a girl with an especially small build, standing at only around 5'2”. Her hair is a long auburn brown, usually worn loose. Her skin tone is a bit darker with a reddish tint and a very light amount of freckling. Fey's eyes have a reddish brown tone with her sclera having a faint orangeish yellow tint under the right light. She has distinctly thick eyebrows.

While fairly plain looking on average Fey does have a few rather conspicuous traits as a Magi. First, she has a pair of curved horns starting from her temples and sweeping back her skull a short ways. She often attempts to dress her hair to at least somewhat mask them. She has a few distinctly fanged teeth and subtly pointed ears. Finally, when making use of her pyromancy abilities Fey's skin has the tendency to to begin to glow with an orange-yellow magma or lavalamp like texture. This also similarly effects her eyes, the tint of her sclera becoming more noticeable and her eyes appearing more yellow. The brightness and intensity of this effect varies based on exertion and shows much more prominently when using the Heat ability. While this effect shows most often when using her abilities as a fire magi, it also shows faintly when blushing or excited.


Fey's outfit tends to vary slightly, but she most often wears a red scarf around her neck and some form of dress, often with a jacket or hoodie over top to help conceal her horns.

Parents
Mother: ___ Lomeli (Whereabouts Unknown)
Father: Unknown

Siblings
Brother/Sister: Unknown: Fey's mother is an old and powerful Magi, she likely has some half siblings floating around, but who they could be and where they would be is entirely unknown to her.

Extended Family
Other family: Unknown: Much like the likelihood of Fey having some siblings floating around, she could also some nieces, nephews or cousins floating around due to the likelihood of those potential siblings being a fair bit older than herself.


Mother always said: Life is like the flame. A tiny ember falls, heat growing against the kindling below. Slowly the fire takes, spreading, rising, consuming. The roaring flame crackles and sparks. Its embers are taken by the winds, settle and kindle. Then, in time, the fire fades, and only dark will remain. But fret not, for one day, tiny flames will dance across the darkness renewed...

Fey's is a story with a beginning not unlike many others. A misbegotten child born into a Magi containment camp by a mother forced into the camps some years ago. One small stroke of fortune, the particular camp was not the worst it could have been, though certainly not the best either. Further still, the girl's mother was a woman with no shortage of power and knowledge at her disposal, aged well beyond that of the hunters which held them captive. Always the clever woman the mother was able to use this small advantage to gain some bit of comfort for herself and her new child, as well as those others within the camp she had kept close.

Perhaps on some level the hunters had feared what the woman could do if their control was enforced too harshly, or perhaps some young and foolish of them were simply charmed by the magi into being given space, it would be hard to say. All the same, these efforts gave the woman time to raise the child in relative peace, for a short while if nothing else. And to a young Fey things did not seem quite so bad during these days. Her mother whom she had come to admire greatly was always near and the girl was riveted with stories of an old world. She was taught of the gods and prayed to makeshift alters, given lessons and what books they could muster within their confines to build her mind.

Most of all, in the late hours of the night, she learned of what truly made them different. The fire in their blood and the Magi's strength running through their veins. For a time the girl learned in peace under the noses of the hunters, dancing with tiny flames burning at the tips of her fingers, learning to twist and bend the fire to her will little by little. But such a thing could only last so long. It was surely simply a stroke of luck they were able to continue for so long unnoticed. But in time the guards incompetency became clear, and the atmosphere of the camp would darken sharply...

When I was little... I hardly knew a thing. I knew we were different, I knew things used to be different... But I knew nothing of the world. I wanted nothing more then to be like mother. How could I not when she shined so brightly, even in that place? But how could I ever, when I was just a foolish little flame, trapped in a rusted lantern...

Fey was 11 years old when things within the camp changed. Suddenly the guards faces which had grown familiar had been replaced all but overnight. No one knew what happened to the old hunters that had watched them, but everyone knew what it would mean for them. The camps security and monitoring was ramped up severely as the hunters began to crack down with an uncaring efficiency so seldom seen in the previous group. And any of the Magi that had thought to resist were dealt with swiftly and severely. Before long some of those within even started to go missing, people the girl had come to know as friends and family, gone without a trace.

It was only a matter of time before the uncompromising hunters caught wind of what the girl's mother had been teaching her. Without warning a group burst into their small barrack, tearing through the room for any spread of evidence that could be found. The group was well prepared and when the girls mother began to resist she was subdued with overwhelming force, with hardly a moment for a flame to spread. The raid lasted a scarce few minuets, a blurred flurry of aggression and mounting fear was all the young girl would come to remember as the two were hauled off for disciplinary action.

Several days in solitary confinement with no light, no food, locked in a stark metal box. It was the girls first real taste of how the world saw them. They were nothing, and if she had simply died in that suffocating little box, she would have been even less. The days that followed could only be described as a hazy nightmare. Though Fey would be returned to her mother the two were administered daily douses of Downers to stifle their abilities, pacify the damn firebugs as the guards so eloquently put it.

The feeling was horrid, like the blood in her veins ran cold as the syringe punctured her arm. Cold sweats, blurry recollection, weakness, sickness, hallucinations. Each injection brought a wave of foul stimulus. And through it all the girl clung to her mother, the woman looking a jagged shell of herself. Through the anguish and suffering the girl began to bubble with malice. Beyond pain, fear, sadness, there was a hatred brewing in her heart. Who were these people to do these things to her? To her mother? To any of them? Yet as she was she was powerless. Months passed by this way, in a drug induced hell at the hands of the hunters...

I...hated them. Those hunters... They became my monsters. My demons. And I hated myself, for being so weak, so afraid. So... furious. And in moments of clarity I wondered... was this how they saw us?

Months drew on until almost a year had passed when the hunters finally became convinced that the woman and her daughter would no longer prove to be trouble and the doses of downers began to lessen and eventually came to a stop. Recovery took some time, bodies weakened with minds worn and frayed. Theirs however was not the only instance of such mistreatment. And now, the camp was stirring with a restless tension, gathering strength. Those formerly complacent captives gathering together, sparks flitting in the atmosphere. Soon, those sparks would ignite.

It was the year of the mass Magi breakouts and the events had already been spurred into motion within the walls of other camps. And despite the hunters efforts to prevent it, word was spreading. Whispers of Magi revolting within their camps, banding together in effort to destroy every last one. Soon the wave of revolt would reach their own camp. On that night the sparks finally caught, with Fey's mother acting as a central player within the camp. An explosion from the outer fence signaled the Magi within to fight and flee.

That night the girl would remember vividly, flames roared across the camp, spears of ice rained from the sky and the earth itself splintered and heaved. Everything she knew, crumbling, burning before her eyes. A strange feeling, was it fear, excitement, sorrow? She stuck close to her mother, running with everything she had. The hunters attacked as the Magi fled. Bodies burned, crushed, maimed seared themselves into her eyes. The night was long, sirens could be heard blaring in the distance all the way as they ran and ran. Passed the broken fence, through the city, Magi scattering until the girl and her mother were alone. Yet despite everything that had happened on that night, the violence, the carnage, the burning lungs, legs aching from exhaustion, there was one thing she remembered most vividly. The voice of her mother, echoing through the night sky...

She was... laughing. Laughing as it all burned. As they died. As we ran. And when we were alone, finally alone she held me close... her body was burning hot... I felt the heat burning in my chest... She was shaking... and I laughed through my tears...

With the trigger pulled the escaped Magi all became fugitives, terrorists, murderers overnight. And so they ran, hid and fought the hunters that perused them like the hounds of hell. Even the young Fey, novice as she was found herself having to fight along side her mother, biting and scrapping for her very life. There was hardly time to think about it, about what she was doing, about the fear that shook her to her boots. There was only the anger and hate that bubbled within, and the will to survive.

But the odds were ever against them. It felt as though the world itself was against them. Her mother was powerful, but Fey herself was still merely a child. Against a hunter her meager abilities were a distraction at best. One or two they could handle, but with the sanctioned genocide of her kind sweeping through the streets it was only a matter of time until their luck gave out.

That day was an early morning, the sky still a pale ashen blue, the wind an unpleasant chipper breeze drifting by, street lights illuminating morning dew gathering against window panes. They were surrounded by a band of hunters, five or six in total, still on adrenalin high from their nightly hunt. The inevitable battle broke out quickly. Soon near by foliage was up in a blaze, spreading to buildings as the blaze was whipped back and forth. The hunters weapons and runes rang out into the early morning. For some moments it seemed her mother would hold her ground against the group. But it soon became apparent, Fey herself was a burden in this confrontation. She could not even stand against a single hunter let alone a group, and so her mother was forced on the defensive.

“Fey, I'm sorry. While they're distracted, you have to run. Or we'll never make it out of this...” The woman whispered while deflecting relentless attacks. Fey looked around, the fires were spreading, blazing. Steam was forming in the air as the moisture evaporated from the intense heat that was building. The pavement had even begun to crack. Despite it all, with her there her mother could do little. There was no choice, with a final push she had to turn, and run, alone.

Fey could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she made the first steps to sprint away. The hunters shouted, her mother finally moved from the ground she stood. Fey could feel a greater blaze erupt she behind her, the sounds of combat raging to a fever pitch. The girl simply ran, as fast and far as her feet would carry her. What else were she to do, alone? Eventually she found her way up a deserted hill at the edge of the city district with a lone rickety telescope for observing the skyline before collapsing with exhaustion. From the perch she could see the site of the battle, the entire block smoldering up in flames, licking flames threatening to spread ever further. Through the looking glass emergency services rushed to the location, fire trucks gathered to halt the spreading blaze. Through the glass, and down the path she had came, there was no sign of her mother...

Mother... I... I can't... You have to... Please...

From that day on the girl was alone. The days following she searched frantically for any sign of her mother all through the night, dodging and fleeing from the roving bands of blood drunk hunters as best she could. But she found no answers, and her heart began to break. Though she resisted, for her, the city was too unsafe. She had no choice but to move on or she would surely end up dead. The girl eventually limped her way to the slums of Dagos City where she could finally stop and breathe. Compared to the city proper, it was quiet. The hunters didn't seem to bother with this place. Most humans in general seemed to ignore it. There were even other magi here. Eventually some she even recognized from her camp.

But still, there was no sign of her mother. Soon she fell into the care of an older man and his wife living out of a rickety shack. At this point she had been running and scraping by with her mother for some months. A few weeks later word had spread that the genocidal rampage had finally been called off. Around this time the girl finally cracked under the pressure. Staying with the elderly couple, living off whatever scraps they could muster she quickly fell into depression with bouts of paranoia. She stayed with the couple, desperately searching for any word of her mother within the slums each day until she was just about 14 when she could take it no longer.

Without a word Fey vanished from the couples ramshackle home and began to wander alone Through Dagos and the surrounding area, picking up whatever small jobs she could get to earn a small bit of funds, few and far between as they were.

I'll pray... I'll offer what I can... so please... Gods... don't punish us anymore... I cant... I cant...

Aimless and without purpose, for Fey the last several years have continued as such, drifting from place to place picking up odd jobs to survive from most anyone who would accept a Magi like herself. Or at least tolerate for cheap labor if nothing else. With little where else to go she returns to the slums of Dagos often when she cannot arrange to simply sleep in the backroom of a workplace, trekking back and forth most days otherwise, or occasionally spending a night near the temple of the gods.

Mother... All I ever wanted was to be like you... I'm so sorry...

Flame I: Just as most Magi Magic, the flames must already exist. So be prepared to carry around matches and lighters with you. You are able to grow fire from your immediate person to double your arms length.

Heat: The ability to cause at least one appendage of your body to warm up at a time (arm, leg, etc). Your skin can get to the point of burning someone upon contact if you wish or remain at a comforting warmth. Judging your own character's level of experience and practice, they may be able to heat up their entire body at once.

Smoke: You are capable of producing smoke at a quick rate. Because this is a continuous process the user will be winded afterwards. Note: Just as a fire needs oxygen to live, so do you. A wise magi would be wary to not knock themselves out.



Grenade: As you may have guessed those fiery projectiles aren't just burning someone now if they land. Upon making first contact with whatever it does it will explode with the approximate same strength as a military grenade.

Lava: You are capable of heating a certain type of rock (Rhyolite if you want to get specifically technical) to the point of becoming lava that you are then capable of manipulating as well. Note: yes, this is hot but not hot enough to melt metal which requires the heat to be at least 848º's hotter.

Flame Propulsion: Need an extra boost of speed? You are now capable of using your hands, feet, or all four as thrusters to shoot yourself forward at a much faster rate. It might take some time for the noobs to be able to keep up coordination with the speeds you're going at.

Flame II
 (Upgrade of Flame I) Can control a higher amount of flames that can reach up to 12 feet away from its origin.

Flame III
(Upgrade of Flame II) Your flames can grow or be shot out to a distance that varies from individual to individual. At the extreme most one mile away. With Master level monks these fiery projectiles have been known to border the speeds of bullets.





Unarmed Combat I: You know the basics and can hold your own in a street fight. The type of martial art or fighting style is up to you. We trust you to be realistic for what you can accomplish and not accomplish at being a general level one in unarmed combat.

[b]Ava's Demon, Ava Ire[/b] as [i]Fey Lomeli[/i]