Deirdre - Noctre Imperii - Healer

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Name:
Deirdre (deer-druh)
Meaning:
Broken hearted, sorrowful, fear.
Gender:
Female
Age:
6 years
Race:
Wolf
Sub-race:
Demon
Breed:
Druin
Pack:
Noctre Imperii
Rank:
Healer


Appearance:
Pelt:
Light brown, almost beige fur covers her body, spotted with black blotches much like a cheetah, but not as condensed. Her paws and back of her four legs are white, untouched by the darkness that marked the rest of her, her long tail made to look like it was dipped in black ink. The long mane that stretches from between her dark tipped ears, down to between her shoulder blades also black, with a thin strip of black continuing down her spine, to stop just before her tail. Dark thin rings circle her eyes and flair off at the top, giving her the look of a pharaoh. White plated scales stretch from her throat down her stomach, ending just before the black tip of her tail.
Eyes:
Golden with flecks of black, her pupil slitted, though it can take a more round appearance if she is highly interested in something.
Height:
7 feet, 4 inches.
Weight:
220 pounds
Identifying/other features:
She wears the skull of her fallen mother, the bone a similar colour to her fur with hand painted designs upon the mask. Black rings circle the eye sockets much like her own, with a long black line coming straight down from them, about three inches in length, again, similar to a cheetah. Not much of her face can be seen, besides her nose, and her black ringed eyes since the sockets are so large in the skull. Her ears are long, nearly 8 inches tall, the same colour as her fur with a black tip, a set of dark gazelle type horns protruding through two openings in the skull, where her mothers horns once were, roughly 11 inches long. Her body is long and sleek, her tail almost half the length of her body. Her legs are slender and long, with large paws that are able to craft in fine detail, making her quite the artist.

Personality:
Social and polite, Deirdre is calm and laid back. She enjoys talking to others and being in the company of friends, always there to lend a shoulder to those in need. She takes her job seriously and is unphased by very much in regard to her occupation. Despite her rough life prior to becoming part of Noctre Imperii, it seems to all be in the past. She doesn't talk about what happen unless prompted, and even then she'll give a short and sweet reply, leaving the gruesome details out. She's young for a druin, but has the knowledge of someone much older, making her much more mature than others her age.

Magic: Healing (Light)
Spells: Her magic works in a strange way, able to call upon light around her or inside her, to do various functions. Her healing isn't exactly a magic spell. She also has the potential to learn more spells, if trained.
Ignite – Able to use the light around her, or inside of her, she can call upon and control up to five orbs of light. They're warm to the touch, but serve no battle purpose. They're simply for giving sight, or for entertainment, as she can change their colour at will.
Sun-shower – An offensive skill, she can summon raindrops of light that burn the opponent, but it's used to start a fire, as she has no real combat skills.

Skills: Quick on her feet, the druin is agile and very fast. She's got quite the knack for crafting and art, using these abilities for her job also, able to make slings and casts with the proper materials. She's well versed in medicinal plants and berries thanks to her mothers teaching, and her magic healing is quite strong, able to repair muscle and close large wounds, if she gives up enough energy. She's friendly and sociable undeterred by her past, and is also very calm, even though for druin, she's still young. She's level headed and can be put on the spot, and although she takes her job very seriously, she knows that things happen, especially death, not affected by much in the slightest. As for fighting, she has never been taught, left to live her life as a healer. If such a chance to train arose, her lithe body would allow her speed, rather than power, and she would be slow to learn, although she does know basic self defence. Magic would be her primary weapon.


Biography: Deirdre was just a pup when her world was turned upside down. Drawing near to the end of the Demon War, the Druin was born, her father declared missing in action, her mother the only parental unit she knew. For a little less than a year, she lived with her mother, learning the ways of the world, hunting and social skills, as well as learning the magic that lived within her. Passed down by her mother, Deirdre possessed the ability to heal and soothe, focusing most of her time on improving the skill, her light magic. Her mother worked as a healer for the soldiers who made it back from war, making medical pastes for pain numbing and blood clotting, as well as healing wounds with magic. The young Druin worked at her mothers side for most of her time, always learning new things, and new people, sharing the same dream as her mother, that one day, it would be her father who came to them for help. That day never came.

The war raged on, and many lives were lost on the field, but the ones who made it back had a good survival rate. Giaku's healers were strong despite being unholy, and the magic that lived inside of them shone like a beacon in the dark. For her life up until then, Deirdre loved that light, loved the magic she had been given, to save lives! It was beautiful, until one day, when everything was brought to a skidding halt. Woken in the middle of the night, the young Druin and her mother were summoned to deal with one of the wounded. Deirdre was to watch, while her mother took care of him, as his injuries were too severe for the pups lesser knowledge. Instead, she stood by her mothers side, passing her herbs and pastes she needed, but keeping out of the way. After two long hours of work, the demon died.

Furious and upset, the deceased wolf's comrade became enraged, his best friend had been left in the care of one of the best healers, and had died. With no warning, he sunk his fangs into Deirdre's mothers neck, and snapped it. Shocked and panicked, the pup gave a wail and the situation was noticed, other wolves dragging the murderer off, while the young druin rushed to her mother. Ignoring the others trying to comfort her, tears poured from her eyes, trying her hardest to use her magic to heal her mother; later learning that you can't revive the dead.

Finally accepting that death happened, and couldn't be reversed, the young female removed her mothers head and cleaned it of its skin, muscle and tendons, leaving nothing but an empty skull, and burying the remains beside her den. Even if she hated the pack, it had been her mothers family, she deserved to rest peacefully. With her mind put to ease, Deirdre began to paint the skull to match her mothers facial markings, and finally, use it as a sort of mask. Her mother would always be with her.

Soon after, the war ended and Deirdre was on her own, living with wolves she despised. As soon as the time came, she left, joining Noctre Imperii to escape her past. Able to move on with her life, the now six year old Druin works as a healer for the pack she has come to call family, her magic almost as strong as her mothers, which she takes pride in.