Post by Pitta on Jul 22, 2020 19:38:34 GMT -6
Pitta
Name: Pitta
Nickname(s): The Witch of the Northern Mountains
Race: Earthling
Age: 152
Gender: Female
Planet: Earth
Appearance: Pitta is short with an unnaturally frail build. Despite being well over a century old, she appears to be no older than someone in their early thirties. She has long black hair that falls freely to her knees. Hey eyes are a dull shade of blue, and her skin is so pale that it’s almost completely lacking in any sort of pigment. The way Pitta dresses makes the fact that she is a practitioner of magic painfully obvious. Her pants, her billowing overcoat, her curled boots, and her over-sized pointy hat are all jet black in color aside from the shiny gold buckles adorning her waist and ankles. It’s very reminiscent of what any traditional witch would be clad in.
Hidden by her clothes is a large cluster of black runic tattoos haphazardly scrawled all over her torso, arms, and legs. They appeared on her form when she first awoke as a witch, and seem to have an almost hypnotic effect on her when she looks at them for too long.
History: Before becoming a witch, Pitta lived as any other ordinary young woman would have. She had friends, a regular office job, and a city apartment. She would have continued on with such a life if not for a tragic accident involving a rather large semi-truck that ran a red light one fateful evening on the way home from work. She was immediately rushed to the hospital and placed in the critical care ward. The doctors did everything they could to try to stabilize her condition before leaving to allow her to rest for the night. As she lay there, immobile and unsure if she would even see tomorrow, an unfamiliar voice sounded in her hospital room. She strained to see who it was that was addressing her, but only laid eyes upon a large toad that sat in the middle of the floor. The small creature spoke to the young woman, stoically declaring that she had potential to carry on his master’s legacy and asked if she truly wanted to live. Barely conscious with the drugs that had been pumped into her system to dull the pain and not thinking clearly enough to question how this amphibian got into the hospital in the first place, let alone why it was speaking like a person, she squeaked out a simple ‘yes’ with what limited use she had of her lungs and voice box. There was no response from the strange creature. There was only the immediate feeling of freezing cold gripping her battered form before everything around her went dark.
The young woman woke up in an old makeshift bed, housed in what could be described as a glorified shed that was repurposed as a small living space. She had only a vague memory of her life up until that point. She couldn’t recall any names or faces. In fact, the only thing the girl remembered with any iota of clarity was that she should have still been bound to her hospital bed barely clinging to life. Oddly enough, lying in this new place she felt better than ever sans the thick haze of confusion. The toad she thought had been conjured up by her heavily medicated imagination sat in the middle of the floor staring at her. He introduced himself as Rai, and explained that she had been chosen to take over in the studies of magic started by his deceased master, Bannak.
Her old life no longer existed for all intents and purposes. She was to take on a new name to reflect this, and anyone who had known her before this would essentially draw a complete blank as far as any memories were concerned. Whoever the girl had been before that very moment had been completely erased. To mark the beginning of her new existence, she was given the name ‘Pitta’. The tattoos that now covered her limbs and torso granted her the ability to harness magic as Bannak had before her. However, it would take quite a bit of both raw talent and intense study to bend it to her will.
In an attempt to master her new abilities, Pitta spent over a century in isolation within a small pocket dimension crafted by Rai’s late master. It was slow going to say the least. However, progress was definitely being made despite how much of a greenhorn Pitta was. Aside from bringing her into her new life and going over the very basics of the trade, Rai wasn’t much help at all. He would merely appear from time to time to watch over her as she worked and pointing to the seemingly unending stacks of old journals left to her by Bannak whenever she had any questions. It didn’t take long to get old, but there wasn’t much that Pitta could actually do about it given her predicament.
However, one day the pocket dimension that had been containing both Pitta and the shack suddenly shattered and deposited everything it had once contained deep within the mountains in the Northern region of Earth. Rai hypothesized that with Bannak dead and Pitta only a novice, the magic that had once held it together had finally become too weak to sustain it further. Either way, Pitta jumped at the chance to get out and explore the world that still remained in the shredded fragments of her memories. No amount of Rai insisting that she stay put and continue to fully focus on her studies would convince her otherwise.
Racials:
Creativity - Due to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Earthlings are quick to master and innovate. Gain one Mastery Point every 10,000 PL instead of every 15,000.
In a Pinch - Due to their resourcefulness, Humans can activate a transformation if their TM gauge has 90% of the TM gauge minimum rather than 100%. They also may one per thread push their TM gauge to -10% to maintain a transformation longer.
Techniques:
[SU] Flight - Pitta can summon her broom to her side and use it to fly.
[SU] Magic Materialization - Pitta can create basic items/objects out of thin air. She can also dismiss anything she creates with this technique on a whim.
[SU1] Healing - When Pitta places her hand on someone else, she siphons her magic into them and can heal them for 1-33% of her PL in damage.
Example Solo: The day’s 23rd hour had just been reached, and yet it didn’t seem like there was a single soul that resided in Central City that had gone to sleep yet. It was still just as lively as it had been in the middle of the day. All of the illuminated windows, neon signs, and speckled lights from traffic below gave the cityscape the appearance of a sea of stars that made the actual night sky look dull in comparison. The sight was both chaotic and alluring. At least, that’s how the witch viewing it from atop the city’s tallest skyscraper felt about it.
Pitta gazed down at the brilliant display of light as she sipped on a cup of tea. Had she once been part of this energetic nightlife? It was difficult to say for sure, but relaxing in a peculiar way to think of who she may possibly have been before getting swept up into her current life. Not that she’d ever pine for whatever her old life might have been, of course.
“What are you doing?” A familiar, gravelly, baritone voice piped up from behind her. Pitta let out a frustrated sigh and took another sip of her tea. She didn’t bother turning her head to face who the voice belonged to. “What does it look like? I'm enjoying my tea. Honey lemon, if you’re curious. I’d offer you a cup if you weren’t a pile of mud masquerading as an annoying talking toad, but… You know...” she responded. A hint of displeasure had crept its way into her voice. “Haven’t you fooled around enough today?” The deep voice responded calmly without missing a beat. Pitta scowled as she finally turned to face the brown toad who had appointed himself as her keeper ever since she had first woke up with her abilities. It never took very long for his presence to become irritating to her. Part of that was due to how vague he always was about her studies, and yet how insistent he was that she focus on them and absolutely nothing else. The other part was how she had come to expect every single encounter of theirs to go the exact same way. He sure as hell hadn’t failed to meet that expectation yet...
“Oh, screw off Rai. I spent over one hundred years devoting myself to my craft. Taking a few days here and there to people-watch isn’t going to set my progress back all that much. Besides, you can’t be all that concerned with how quickly I’m going if you can’t be bothered to actually get involved in my studies once in a while,” she scoffed, her mood having been soured. Seriously, how did the little creep not get it through his head by now that the more he pushed, the less she wanted to get back to those dusty old journals? Literally having mud for a brain shouldn't have been that much of a hindrance if magic had kept him animated this long after Bannak’s passing.
Pitta turned back to gazing out at the city, taking solace in the knowledge that the issue wouldn’t be pushed any further for now. If there was one good thing to be said about that toad bastard, it was that he never drew these pointless little exchanges out for too long. Rai would appear out of nowhere to chide her, she’d snap back at him, and then he’d disappear just as quickly. It was at least more tolerable than when he sat just silently staring at her while she worked.
The witch gulped down the remainder of her cooled tea and snapped her fingers. The porcelain cup vanished into the ether in a tiny puff of black smoke. She then climbed to her feet while leisurely stretching her arms over her head, her feet closer to the edge of the roof than any normal person would ever be comfortable with. She needed to clear her head. With a second snap of her fingers, a large broom appeared at her side. Pitta clutched it tightly as it lifted her into the air before shifting herself to sit side saddle atop it. And then, without any hesitation, she zoomed off towards the dark horizon to enjoy the rest of her night.
Nickname(s): The Witch of the Northern Mountains
Race: Earthling
Age: 152
Gender: Female
Planet: Earth
Appearance: Pitta is short with an unnaturally frail build. Despite being well over a century old, she appears to be no older than someone in their early thirties. She has long black hair that falls freely to her knees. Hey eyes are a dull shade of blue, and her skin is so pale that it’s almost completely lacking in any sort of pigment. The way Pitta dresses makes the fact that she is a practitioner of magic painfully obvious. Her pants, her billowing overcoat, her curled boots, and her over-sized pointy hat are all jet black in color aside from the shiny gold buckles adorning her waist and ankles. It’s very reminiscent of what any traditional witch would be clad in.
Hidden by her clothes is a large cluster of black runic tattoos haphazardly scrawled all over her torso, arms, and legs. They appeared on her form when she first awoke as a witch, and seem to have an almost hypnotic effect on her when she looks at them for too long.
History: Before becoming a witch, Pitta lived as any other ordinary young woman would have. She had friends, a regular office job, and a city apartment. She would have continued on with such a life if not for a tragic accident involving a rather large semi-truck that ran a red light one fateful evening on the way home from work. She was immediately rushed to the hospital and placed in the critical care ward. The doctors did everything they could to try to stabilize her condition before leaving to allow her to rest for the night. As she lay there, immobile and unsure if she would even see tomorrow, an unfamiliar voice sounded in her hospital room. She strained to see who it was that was addressing her, but only laid eyes upon a large toad that sat in the middle of the floor. The small creature spoke to the young woman, stoically declaring that she had potential to carry on his master’s legacy and asked if she truly wanted to live. Barely conscious with the drugs that had been pumped into her system to dull the pain and not thinking clearly enough to question how this amphibian got into the hospital in the first place, let alone why it was speaking like a person, she squeaked out a simple ‘yes’ with what limited use she had of her lungs and voice box. There was no response from the strange creature. There was only the immediate feeling of freezing cold gripping her battered form before everything around her went dark.
The young woman woke up in an old makeshift bed, housed in what could be described as a glorified shed that was repurposed as a small living space. She had only a vague memory of her life up until that point. She couldn’t recall any names or faces. In fact, the only thing the girl remembered with any iota of clarity was that she should have still been bound to her hospital bed barely clinging to life. Oddly enough, lying in this new place she felt better than ever sans the thick haze of confusion. The toad she thought had been conjured up by her heavily medicated imagination sat in the middle of the floor staring at her. He introduced himself as Rai, and explained that she had been chosen to take over in the studies of magic started by his deceased master, Bannak.
Her old life no longer existed for all intents and purposes. She was to take on a new name to reflect this, and anyone who had known her before this would essentially draw a complete blank as far as any memories were concerned. Whoever the girl had been before that very moment had been completely erased. To mark the beginning of her new existence, she was given the name ‘Pitta’. The tattoos that now covered her limbs and torso granted her the ability to harness magic as Bannak had before her. However, it would take quite a bit of both raw talent and intense study to bend it to her will.
In an attempt to master her new abilities, Pitta spent over a century in isolation within a small pocket dimension crafted by Rai’s late master. It was slow going to say the least. However, progress was definitely being made despite how much of a greenhorn Pitta was. Aside from bringing her into her new life and going over the very basics of the trade, Rai wasn’t much help at all. He would merely appear from time to time to watch over her as she worked and pointing to the seemingly unending stacks of old journals left to her by Bannak whenever she had any questions. It didn’t take long to get old, but there wasn’t much that Pitta could actually do about it given her predicament.
However, one day the pocket dimension that had been containing both Pitta and the shack suddenly shattered and deposited everything it had once contained deep within the mountains in the Northern region of Earth. Rai hypothesized that with Bannak dead and Pitta only a novice, the magic that had once held it together had finally become too weak to sustain it further. Either way, Pitta jumped at the chance to get out and explore the world that still remained in the shredded fragments of her memories. No amount of Rai insisting that she stay put and continue to fully focus on her studies would convince her otherwise.
Racials:
Creativity - Due to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Earthlings are quick to master and innovate. Gain one Mastery Point every 10,000 PL instead of every 15,000.
In a Pinch - Due to their resourcefulness, Humans can activate a transformation if their TM gauge has 90% of the TM gauge minimum rather than 100%. They also may one per thread push their TM gauge to -10% to maintain a transformation longer.
Techniques:
[SU] Flight - Pitta can summon her broom to her side and use it to fly.
[SU] Magic Materialization - Pitta can create basic items/objects out of thin air. She can also dismiss anything she creates with this technique on a whim.
[SU1] Healing - When Pitta places her hand on someone else, she siphons her magic into them and can heal them for 1-33% of her PL in damage.
Example Solo: The day’s 23rd hour had just been reached, and yet it didn’t seem like there was a single soul that resided in Central City that had gone to sleep yet. It was still just as lively as it had been in the middle of the day. All of the illuminated windows, neon signs, and speckled lights from traffic below gave the cityscape the appearance of a sea of stars that made the actual night sky look dull in comparison. The sight was both chaotic and alluring. At least, that’s how the witch viewing it from atop the city’s tallest skyscraper felt about it.
Pitta gazed down at the brilliant display of light as she sipped on a cup of tea. Had she once been part of this energetic nightlife? It was difficult to say for sure, but relaxing in a peculiar way to think of who she may possibly have been before getting swept up into her current life. Not that she’d ever pine for whatever her old life might have been, of course.
“What are you doing?” A familiar, gravelly, baritone voice piped up from behind her. Pitta let out a frustrated sigh and took another sip of her tea. She didn’t bother turning her head to face who the voice belonged to. “What does it look like? I'm enjoying my tea. Honey lemon, if you’re curious. I’d offer you a cup if you weren’t a pile of mud masquerading as an annoying talking toad, but… You know...” she responded. A hint of displeasure had crept its way into her voice. “Haven’t you fooled around enough today?” The deep voice responded calmly without missing a beat. Pitta scowled as she finally turned to face the brown toad who had appointed himself as her keeper ever since she had first woke up with her abilities. It never took very long for his presence to become irritating to her. Part of that was due to how vague he always was about her studies, and yet how insistent he was that she focus on them and absolutely nothing else. The other part was how she had come to expect every single encounter of theirs to go the exact same way. He sure as hell hadn’t failed to meet that expectation yet...
“Oh, screw off Rai. I spent over one hundred years devoting myself to my craft. Taking a few days here and there to people-watch isn’t going to set my progress back all that much. Besides, you can’t be all that concerned with how quickly I’m going if you can’t be bothered to actually get involved in my studies once in a while,” she scoffed, her mood having been soured. Seriously, how did the little creep not get it through his head by now that the more he pushed, the less she wanted to get back to those dusty old journals? Literally having mud for a brain shouldn't have been that much of a hindrance if magic had kept him animated this long after Bannak’s passing.
Pitta turned back to gazing out at the city, taking solace in the knowledge that the issue wouldn’t be pushed any further for now. If there was one good thing to be said about that toad bastard, it was that he never drew these pointless little exchanges out for too long. Rai would appear out of nowhere to chide her, she’d snap back at him, and then he’d disappear just as quickly. It was at least more tolerable than when he sat just silently staring at her while she worked.
The witch gulped down the remainder of her cooled tea and snapped her fingers. The porcelain cup vanished into the ether in a tiny puff of black smoke. She then climbed to her feet while leisurely stretching her arms over her head, her feet closer to the edge of the roof than any normal person would ever be comfortable with. She needed to clear her head. With a second snap of her fingers, a large broom appeared at her side. Pitta clutched it tightly as it lifted her into the air before shifting herself to sit side saddle atop it. And then, without any hesitation, she zoomed off towards the dark horizon to enjoy the rest of her night.
