Shimmering Mirage

Rider of -Sethos- Death

Description:

Motivation: To restore Creation to the glory of the First Age under Lunar & Solar rule.
Caste: No Moon
Anima Banner: A pack of jackals with their jaws snapping.
Animal Totem: Jackal
Tell: Fangs
Theme Song: Small Two of Pieces, Yasunori Mitsuda
First Age Incarnation: Finality

Atrributes: Strength 3, Dexterity 5, Stamina 2, Charisma 2, Manipulation 2, Appearance 3, Perception 4, Intelligence 5, Wits 3
Abilities: Awareness 3, Integrity 2, Martial Arts 5, Resistance 2, Craft 2, Linguistics 2, Ride 1, Survival 3, Investigation 3, Lore 5, Occult 5
Specialties: Survival (The South) 2, Lore (The First Age) 2

Virtues: Compassion 3, Conviction 3, Temperance 2, Valor 2
Virtue Flaw: Curse of the Hungry Wolverine

Charms:
Deadly Beastman Transformation
Ox-Body Technique
Changing Plumage Mastery
Terrestrial Circle Sorcery
Flesh-Sculpting Art
Eye of the Cat
Falling Scythe Flash
Revolving Crescent Defense
White Reaper Form
Dog Eared Method

Sorcery:
Summon Elemental
Infallible Messenger
Emerald Countermagic

Backgrounds: Artifact 3, Artifact 2, Backing 2, Mentor 1, Influence 1, Solar Bond 5, Familiar 2, Manse 3
Hearthstone: Gem of Spoken Languages 3
Languages: Clawspeak, Flametongue, Old Realm

Join Battle: 5
Attacks (Warform):
Moonsilver Grand Grimscythe: Speed 6, Acc 13, Damage 16L/2, PDV 7, Rate 2
Soak: 12B/11L
Health Levels: -0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-4/Incap
Dodge DV: 6
Dodge MDV: 8
Willpower: 10
Essence: 3
Personal Essence: 23
Peripheral Essence: 44
Mutations: Tail, Fur, Nightvision,Enhanced Hearing, Fire Adaptation, Inexhaustable
Heart’s Blood: Jackal, Snake, Camel, Cheetah, Crocodile, Red-Tailed Hawk, Cat

Intimacies:
Solar Mate (loyalty), Dragon Blooded (hatred), Sidereals (hatred), Knowledge (obsession), Horse Racing (love), Tribe (responsibility)

Bio:

Mirage

“I have always been a wanderer, searching for something I never could name. Born to a nomadic Delzahn tribe, this indescribable longing and curiosity for something more isolated me from my people who were ruled with the understanding that there were strict expectations in life that one would always follow. I loved them, but even among my people I felt as if I was alone, so I escaped to the solitude of the desert where there was still loneliness but there was also freedom.

I lost track of how many years and how far I wandered, learning the secrets of the sands. I found lost ruins of the First Age and mastered the sacred arts of Thaumaturgy. My discoveries never sated the burning thirst I felt within, but seemed to inflame me to go farther, to find more. I learned how to survive in places where there was more death than life. I endured grueling hardship for even the smallest bit of knowledge, but not even the worst moments of my suffering would deter my from my journey.

Yet, my story does not truly begin there, for it is only the story of an outcast nomad who did not have a place in life. That solitary girl who existed to only roam aimlessly, ceased to exist on a dark desert night when the White Navigator appeared and told her he had listened all those nights when she had only the moon to tell her stories to, and that the moon had decided to finally speak back.

It was then I became Shimmering Mirage, Chosen of Luna, No Moon Priestess of the Silver Pact. One of Luna’s priests soon found me, and as he inscribed the silver caste tattoos upon my skin he whispered to me stories so glorious and wonderful I almost dared not to believe their truth, dared not to believe my good fortune. His companions, the Seneschals of the Sun Kings, welcomed me warmly and for the first time I truly had a place to belong. For once I felt as if I was not aimlessly drifting without direction, and I had a grander destiny awaiting me than what I was born to.

My studies with my new brethren have ended and it is time for me to wander again, but this time with a goal. I will seek out the wonders, the knowledge and power lost to us by the hands of traitors who brought about the destruction of the First Age, and I will see to it those traitors are hunted down and punished. I will work so that Creation is protected by restoring things to their rightful place, untainted by the atrocities of the Realm and the Wyld, and above all – I will find my Solar mate. This age of sorrow will become merely an unpleasant memory in the new golden era that will arise under harmonious Lunar and Solar rule.

The same mistakes will not be allowed to happen again."

Miragesmall

Shimmering Mirage

Exalted South: Crimson Sands SaffuranSomei Jehzavere