Name: Ariana Dragum
Nickname: She prefers to be called Aria. Many who have seen Aria will call her “the scarfed girl” ( if they didn’t get a chance to ask for her name), due to the blue scarf the red-haired girl always wears.
Age: 16-years-old but acts a bit childish sometimes.
Gender: Female
Species: Human.
Position: Aria is chaotic good. She is not in any groups, organizations or gangs. She used to serve as a servant for the Royal Family of Kingdom Doreius in the dreadful world of Arcania.
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills:
Aero: Aria can only manage to make a small peaceful breeze which makes absolutely no damage whatsoever.
There are two ways someone can use this magic: either with their hand or with their weapon (and in Aria’s circumstance, a sword). The scarfed girl uses her left hand to control the air around her and manipulate it into a forceful attack. With Arthia (her sword), she can also slash the air and a pressurized wind current slices through the direction where the sword was swung.
Limitation/drawback: The 16-year-old is a beginner in the arts of magic so she can only control the air if it is within the radius of 6 metres. Since Aria is too weak, she cannot use either method yet.
She longs to find a master who would have the patience to actually teach her elemental magic.
Curing Light: This magic spell is similar to Cure but it is faster in healing even the most lethal wounds. It can be used by placing your left hand near a wound where a ball of shining light appears, enveloping the person’s pain.
While Curing Light is more effective than regular Cure, it also has one major drawback: the person using the spell feels the same pain as the person who is being cured. This means that if Aria decides to use Curing Light on a person whose shoulder has been wounded, she would have to feel that same pain in her shoulder. Dragum must be able to endure immense pain to use Curing Light (It is even possible to die from using this spell).
Aria is skilled in
drawing – sometimes you can see her lost in thought, trying to find inspiration for her next drawing, completely oblivious of her surroundings.
Swordsmanship: Dragum fights with her sword but is lacking in skill as she was only trained for one year. Aria prefers to use the blunt side of her sword and knock out opponents rather than killing.
Aria was born for
speed, the one thing she excels at. She uses her speed to her advantage to balance her lack of skill in swordsmanship while in battle. Dragum will usually dodge an attack and then strike when she sees an opening. After murdering Princess Amanda, she hasn’t been able to kill anyone because she is terrified of ending another life.
Weapons/Items:
Arthia: Aria’s beloved sword was given to her by Zhoris, a boy who was in charge of training in the Kingdom of Doreius – he is also the same age as her.
Arthia’s blade is silver in colour; the wider part of the blade goes outwards, making a diamond shape. The sword’s guard consists of two dark grey angel wings (one for each side), giving it an angelic look. The wings look textured as it seems like each feather was carefully inserted into its proper place. The hilt is tightly wrapped with a grayish-black cloth to provide better grip. Finally the pommel is a thick arc metal piece, making the sword look complete.
Since Aria uses mainly her speed in battle, her sword needs to be light. This allows her to make many quick strikes rather than one slow and powerful attack. She tends to use the flat end of her blade rather than the sharp side.
Zhoris once said that upon gaining enough control and power, the true potential of Arthia will awaken.
Sketch book: When Aria needs to express her feelings or vent out her frustration, she will draw in her sketch book. It has a leathery cover and is fairly small (4 by 5 inches). The paper is a creamy colour and is great for water colour paint. She usually puts it between her lower right hip and slightly loose belt, which seems rather strange although the ignorant Aria doesn’t seem to think so.
Appearance:
(Aria Dragum basically looks like like Erza Knightwalker from Fairy Tail, excluding some details, the hair style and the colour of the clothes)
Aria has a slightly round face which is framed by her long, dark-red, wavy hair. She has bangs that are pulled to the right, seeming almost windswept. She has a high pony tail, a style that was very popular back in Arcania. Her skin is a light peach colour topped by her pinkish, soft lips and warm, gentle, brown eyes.
Her black metal breastplate top (with a white moon-like shape engraved on each plate) leaves most of her stomach and back exposed. Aria wears cotton black shorts and a light brown belt that holds a short white piece of cloth hiding her left hip. You can see the top part of her dark purple thigh-high socks being covered by the light-armored greaves and leg armor (also black in colour) she wears. As for her arms, she wears black light-armor gauntlets with spikes decorating it all over. You will also most likely notice her dark blue scarf with its two ends flowing behind her.
Aria would never wear dresses, skirts, heavy armor or anything that would restrict or slow down her speed.
Ariana Dragum is rather small and fragile-looking (being 5’4” tall and weighing 120 lbs). She has a small, dark brown birthmark splashed on the upper right side of her stomach, which, when looked at closely, almost looks like a bird.
Normally, Aria will be smiling to show how much she enjoys her new freedom. When faced with evil creatures, organizations or authority (especially those who restrict ones freedom), her eyes become more focused and malevolent-looking even though she probably doesn’t intend to fight them.
Personality:
Ariana Dragum is usually a very kind-hearted person who treasures justice, equality and, above all, freedom. She believes that independence and freedom are the fundamental elements that make up a good life. Dragum hates killing or harming someone who is defenseless or is an innocent being. She tends to help people as best she can despite how weak she might be or what consequences she might face. Dragum is also good-mannered (most of the time) although she is starting to care less about it (after all, she isn’t in a world where manners are enforced anymore).
The only time Aria will show her hatred is when she comes face to face with authority, organizations or evil beings. The scarfed girl sometimes shows her hatred by becoming silent and bitter, rarely in aggressive behavior. She becomes greatly saddened when her past life lived in Arcania is mentioned.
Dragum is a “free spirit”, doing her own thing without being bound to rules. She is usually carefree, cheerful and optimistic. Aria is also playful with people who are close to her but can be a bit shy around new people. She is not good with words (especially insults); Aria shows most of her kindness through her actions.
Aria only shows sadness when her loved ones or those she admires are harmed, especially if is the result of her actions. The 16-year-old is extremely ignorant of many things as she has never been outside of Arcania. She has only gained some knowledge from reading books from the Central Library of Kingdom Doreius and from know-it-all Zhoris. Dragum shows great interest in going to the beach after hearing about it from Zhoris.
Since the poor girl never got to experience a real childhood, Aria can act rather childish sometimes. This includes her strange excitement over cute objects and food (mostly sweets).
The dark-haired girl is a bit goofy, clumsy and appears very happy to people but, deep down inside, she holds great guilt and self-hatred. Being a servant in the Kingdom of Doreius was a horrible experience for Aria; This resulted in her having strong beliefs concerning freedom and life. King Titran was a cruel dictator who separated her from her parents at a young age, making Aria detest all those in powerful authority.
Ariana doesn’t mind working with other people as long as she feels that the other person is not exerting too much control over her. When she faces a dangerous situation, she’ll decide whether it’s safe enough to attack the enemy or not. If a friend is involved, however, she’ll gladly sacrifice herself.
As soon as Aria sees heartless or weak nobodies, she will strike with no mercy (this is only the case if she knows for sure she can handle it!). The normally kind Aria will only kill when someone violates her idea of justice or somehow manages to anger her greatly, which rarely happens.
Aria strives to become more powerful with both magic and swordsmanship. The scarfed girl doesn't seem very confident in herself although she becomes a little frustrated when someone points out how weak she is.
To sum it all up, she is nice towards those she likes and hostile towards those she doesn’t.
Fears:
- Losing freedom
- Being lonely
- Losing people who she loves/admires
- Judgment
- Not being able to help others
- Evil
- Most bugs, especially spiders.
Preferences/Interests/Likes:
- Wants to go to the beach
- Zhoris
- Compliments
- Warmth
- Freedom
- “Fun” (She remembers Zhoris calling training “fun” but doesn’t actually know what it means)
- Beautiful views of nature
- Cute things (Despite how ungirly Aria might be, she still has a thing for cute things!)
- Animals (only the cute ones)
Motives/Objectives/Desires:
- Desires to find a place she can truly call “home”
- Traveling
- Destroy all those who try to strip her of her freedom.
Flaws:
- Can’t cook for her life
- Can’t verbally stand up for herself or others (Her attempts at insulting people are quite humorous)
- Is weak with magic power
- Not very skilled with the sword
- Ignorant of many things
- Can be a bit stubborn
- Becomes easily upset
- Most weak in cold places
- Bad at hiding things
Original World: Arcania
Current World: Twilight Town
History:
Arcania was a cold and bitter place after the world was dominated by the one all-powerful kingdom of Doreius. The King, Titran, became ruler of the world but he knew that evil creatures still dwelled in the dark forests. Every so often, they would try attacking his castle. Angered by their very existence, he enslaved many of his people in hope of gaining enough man power to eradicate these creatures, the Heartless, but to no avail. The King burnt down forest after forest but the Heartless still grew in number. King Titran was merciless and would not give up. What he did not understand was that the darkness inside his own heart began eating at him, the evilness within him would cause more Heartless creatures to rise.
The one rule that everyone had to follow in the world of Arcania, as quoted by the King was, “You must obey or face death”. This rule excluded the Royal Family (King Titran, his wife, Princess Amanda and their kinsmen). It was also important to show proper etiquette although this expectation was in place far before King Titran took over Arcania. No one (excluding those who are a part of or related to the Royal Family) was happy in the world of Arcania. The King stripped many of his people’s freedom away, training them to become a part of his mighty army.
Inside the Doreius main castle, laid antiques and weapons that were proudly displayed in every room and in every corner. There was always the constant sound of servants getting from one place to another – the only quiet area in the castle was the long hallway where the Royal Family’s rooms were located. Ariana Dragum was born inside in this very hallway - not as a princess or anyone of royal blood, but as a servant. She was the daughter of Wenry and Isaac Dragum, two loving parents. At the age of 5, Aria was stripped away from the love the two parents wanted to give her so badly. The little girl never knew what happened to her parents – she suspects the King executed them.
The Royal Family of Doreius threw Aria, like many other children, into their torturous training camps. The instructors would excessively train Aria, making her learn how inferior she was to the Royal Family and that people like her would always be nothing more than servants. These camps were made to break children so that they would never stand up for their beliefs. Aria never broke, not with the strong light in her heart that allowed her to crush the darkness that was walking into her life. In the training camps, Aria learned that everyone would start out as a regular servant, then advance to a personal servant (only if one was lucky), be trained to become a bodyguard and then, eventually, join the army. People who were too weak or were simply too old were killed instantly for the King had no use for them.
From age 8-13, Aria was nothing more than a maid following orders from King Titran’s daughter, Princess Amanda. Frequently doing errands made Dragum fit since the Royal Family were impatient. Over the years, Aria’s stamina increased and she became an excellent runner.
At the age of 14, Aria finally became the personal servant of the princess – the head of all maids. The red-headed girl began to resent the Royal Family, blaming them for stripping her of her childhood. Feelings of hatred began to develop after realizing that she didn’t have to live this cruel life. Having no childhood, Dragum never learned how to truly enjoy herself. Aria’s only friend was Zhoris, a boy who was immensely strong in the elemental magic of lightning. In the young girl’s free time, she would usually hang out with Zhoris or she would draw in her sketch book. Zhoris and Aria knew each other for almost their whole lives – they shared their feelings, dreams, fears and secrets.
The silly and goofy boy, Zhoris, would often gloat about his supreme knowledge and would tell Aria about how there were other worlds and that there was this place called a “beach”. This interested Aria and ever since then, she has been keen on seeing another world as well as this “beach”, whatever that was.
Arcania barely had any natural scenery since they were all replaced by buildings or just simply destroyed out of pure amusement. Aria was always so busy serving King Titran and his family that she never really had any time to look at anything for long.
At the age of 15, Dragum was allowed to learn how to fight – which meant she would be spending a lot of time with Zhoris since he was in charge of training the newbies. Zhoris was a cheerful boy (well, as cheerful as anyone who lived in a dark world like Arcania) who loved fighting. Every day, Zhoris and Aria would train with wooden sticks – this was their idea of what fun was. One day, Zhoris gave Aria a real sword (he called it “Arthia”). He told Aria that she should continue training on her own and perhaps, one day, she just might be able to unlock the sword’s true potential. Dragum was still fairly weak and her attempt at mastering wind magic had also failed within the past year. Zhoris was also skilled in curing magic, thus teaching Aria Curing Light.
At the age of 16, Aria became the bodyguard of Princess Amanda whom she now detested greatly. After only two weeks of being a bodyguard, darkness in the young girl’s heart began to grow. This darkness was what caused that one moment Aria would regret forever: the killing of Princess Amanda. Right after seeing the Princess died, Aria realized how wrong she was.
A few minutes later after the murder, Arcania fell to complete darkness.
Aria Dragum, still hanging tightly onto her sword, found herself waking up in Traverse Town. Aria was utterly confused, not knowing that Arcania ceased to exist. She looked around: everything she laid her eyes on was covered in snow and taken over by ice. Aria hated the cold and knew she had to get out this place fast. Her attire didn’t make the situation any better.
And then that’s when the red-haired girl with the high pony tail met Raffie. He was a peculiar man who wore a cowboy hat who held onto a whip. Being vulnerable in the cold, Raffie carried Aria, telling her she was in Traverse Town and what had happened to her world. Dragum also learned that Raffie’s world fell to darkness. Finally, the two was in front of a peculiar looking creature (Raffie called it a…. Moogle?) floating near a bunch of crystals. It said something but Aria didn’t hear, she was in too much panic to care. Suddenly a white light took over her vision.
Aria Dragum rubbed her forehead and woke up to totally different place.
Bet Aria never saw him again but she was thankful for helping her… She never even got to thank him… She looked at the orange sky; she wasn’t in Arcania or that terrible icy place anymore. She was now in a world where the sun would never set nor rise – she was in Twilight Town.
Roleplaying Sample:
“Hey, hey, Aria, bet you can’t get me!” Zhoris stuck his tongue out at the red-headed girl. The boy was holding a wooden stick and he was jumping around like the monkey he was. His face had a large goofy grin on it and his eyes were wide open with excitement.
“Don’t be so sure, Zhoris,” Aria smirked and charged with her own practicing stick, letting the ends of her scarf fly behind her, twirling and moving in every directioin. “Speed is my…” Aria dodged Zhoris’ incoming attack, allowing her to go behind him where she found a clear opening. “[bSPECIALTY![/b]”
Thump.Aria struck his back, making Zhoris hurl forward to a nearby wall.
“A-arrrg!” Zhoris’ black spiky hair bounced as he quickly jumped back up. He was breathing quickly, trying to get air into his lungs. "N-not bad.... Aria..."
"W-well, it's all thanks to you Zhoris! You're great at this training stuff..." Aira was being modest; She was proud of how quickly her fighting skills were improving. "Besides, I just got lucky this time...." Her brown eyes told her to avert away from Zhoris' face. The 15-year-old felt sweat roll down her naked stomach, leaving a sticky trail of wetness.
The Training Room had an overpowering stench of sweat and dirt that filled Aria's nose but she was pretty used to it by now... although she wished Zhoris would take a bath from time to time.
Zhoris seemed pleased when he walked a little closer to the young Dragum. “Heh, interesting…” He trailed off as his green eyes looked at Aria whose cheeks were getting a little red.
“W-what…..?” The young Dragum was unsure of what would happen next. Her hand involuntarily gripped onto the practicing stick, fearing what crazy idea Zhoris might try this time. "You're not going to try and get revenge now, are you?!"
“H-hey, put that stick down! Geez, and I was about to compliment you!” Zhoris threw his hands behind his head and let out a sigh of relief as the young trainee dropped the practicing stick onto the floor.
“Mmh… is that so? Well then, go ahead!” Aria’s face lightened up at the word: compliment. [/color][/i]
Aria smiled as she looked at the beautiful view at Sunset Hill. Thinking about the times she spent with Zhoris made her happy. He was her only friend but he was all Aria needed to keep on going in a horrible place like Arcania. Suddenly, an ill feeling starting to creep inside her as another memory came into her mind.
“Yes… my Princess.” A robotic response. Aria had a gloomy face as she bowed down to the floor after handing Princess Amanda the Orange Peel tea. It smelled good; Tea was a luxury Aria could never afford - after all, she was just a servant. The scene of Zhoris and her morphed into a nightmare as the thought of
“that” sneaked into her mind. "No...... I mustn't think about it...." Aria focused her mind, trying to stop the horrible image from invading her sweet memories made with Zhoris.
The Princess wrapped her fingers around the cup and smelled it before taking a small sip, “Ugh, this is…. this is the worst thing I have ever tasted!” Her smile instantly turned into a disgusted frown. Princess Amanda looked at the tea and turned her attention to the lightly armored girl before her, eyeing her, judging her, ridiculing her.
The wrecked woman threw the tea cup, not caring where it would end up; It hit Aria on the head before falling to the ground where the glass shattered into tiny pieces. The tea was all over Aria Dragum’s head now, it was really hot and it hurt.... she wanted to cry but she knew she couldn’t... Aria would look weak if that happened.Aria shivered and goose-bumps were starting to cover her arms and bare stomach despite the sunlight blanketing her skin, "Why do I feel so cold when it's so warm?" Dragum was scared to be in this place yet excited at the same time.
"Now give me that sword, you worthless servant!” Princess Amanda was sitting on the edge of her king-sized bed, smirking, letting out a little laugh as she said the word: worthless. Her greedy eyes stared at Aria Dragum's beautiful sword, looking it up and down, analyzing the little details engraved into it.
She was asking for Aria’s angel-winged sword, for Arthia, the special gift Zhoris gave her; The Princess's order was simple enough yet 16-year-old Dragum couldn’t do it. Aria looked down, clenching her left hand into a fist as she bit her lip. She could no longer take it anymore, she wanted freedom. Aria's metal gauntlets and metal breastplate top made her feel more cold, she could feel a surge of darkness in her veins coming forth.
“Yes, my Princess.” The young girl was smiling now, smiling like a crazy person. Aria gripped her sword, Arthia, tightly with her right hand, slowly raising it, “but this will be the last time I follow an order from you.” A quick thrust was all it took and the anger that compelled Aria do such a thing, to kill a defenseless person, waned, and the young Dragum came back to her senses.
Blood splashed onto the bed as well as Aria’s metal gauntlets. She gave that Princess her sword alright… right into the chest. "
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
It was everywhere.[/color][/i]
Aria closed her eyes; The scene was playing over and over again. The 16-year-old didn’t want to remember that one moment. She wanted to forget. Aria saw the dark gray sky and cold moon in her head, the darkness lurking on the surface of Arcania.
“Zhoris….” Aria's voice cracked as she said the name. She opened her eyes and looked at the green blades of grass and the warm, glowing sun. That's right, she was away from that place, there would be no one trying to enslave her anymore. It was only half an hour ago that Arcania fell to darkness yet the scarfed girl didn’t miss it at all.
“I wonder what happened to Zhoris….” Aria said curiously, even though she was the only one there. It was sad, losing her only friend... but Aria was glad she wasn't in that cold and cruel world anymore.
To think of it, Arcania never was her home, was it? Sure, Aria Dragum was born there and had lived there her whole life, but it just wasn't a place she could call home.This place, called Twilight Town, it frightened her to be here but it gave Aria hope. The light in her heart was as bright as the sun before her. Would Twilight Town become a place that she could call home?
Only time would tell.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions
Aaaaah, I am sorry, this is so bad! D: I've never made an OC character before..... I am not that good at roleplaying but I am willing to learn and get better at it!
Any suggestions for my OC would be greatly appreciated!
~Yuni~
