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Full Name: Maria Grace Lafaint
Nicknames: Marmar
Titles: Lunar Queen
Race: Mothkin
Gender: Female
Day of Birth: Year of the moon.
Age: 45 years old
Hair: Silver
Skin: Alabaster
Eyes: Vary in glow.
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 205Lbs
Place of Residence: White Sands Empire
Place of Birth: Lunar Fields
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relationship: Taken
Family: Aquaria Devante. (Significant other)
Somber (Sister In Law)
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Personality: Calm, Collective, Inquisitive
Appearance: White Gown.
Distinctive Marks: Moonlight like markings that emit bioluminescence on wings and body, More appendages, Extra limbs.
Traits: Keen Sense of Vision, Hearing, Can sense vibrations due to tiny insect hairs, Speed (max 20 MPH on foot 40MPH in flight), Graceful
Faults: Snarky, Snobby, Quick to judge.
Class: Support.
Non Combat skills- Literate, well-spoken, noble, Angelic singing voice, Refined palate.
-Unique Passives-
Light absorption- Maria can Pulsate her bioluminescence set of moth wings, that will consume all nearby light and light-based magic from the environment. Dimming to darkening the ambient lighting depending if it's day or night time, can feed one light-based magic and lunar light to limit the use of mana from her own skills.
Regen- Maria can rejuvenate and respawn losses limbs or vibrations over a period of time when not in combat or being focused on by a target.
-Resilences/weakness-
+50% Physical and blunt force trauma due to their Chitin.
+50%- All light-based attacks
+25%- Air and Wind elements.
-50%- To Darkness, no shadows.
-25% To fire-based attacks.
-Racial Traits-
Speed- This moth is able to reach a max speed on land of 20 mph, in-flight of 45 MPH due to its heritage as lunar spirit.
Strength (humanoid form)- Their people, while far from the most physically adept creatures of the realm, can be as much as 2x stronger than their human counterparts. The increase in their unique muscle composition to make this possible also, in turn, makes their muscular system more durable than your average mortals.
Hairs- Their insect-like near hair's allow the Mothkin to sense vibration in the air, permitting their kind to detect attacks and movements that may otherwise escape the grasp of other races. While not infallible in nature, this evolutionary tool has served them well against predators and warring factions.
Hearing- Their Moth ears are well-developed tools of their craft, the product of countless years of evolutionary progress. Her hearing is two times greater than that of your normal human, permitting them to get the general location of their foe even when their vision and other senses are robbed of them.
Humanoid Moth form- Can transform into a moth form, doubling her strength, and granting the ability to glow brightly.
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-Maria's powers/abilities-
Moonlight- The moth can exert magical light from her wings to heal the living over time, out of combat only, but not the undead. The more severe the wound, the greater the energy and time required. She can stay death’s hand though the result may be her death, her ability to thwart death is purely for narrative reasons.
Stardust- Maria flutters her wings to drop stardust, this ability allows Maria to control the minds of the beast to use them as mounts or speak to them telepathically to gather information.
Inner light- Maria can become a flashlight, illuminating the darkness around her. It can be amplified to blind a target, robbing them of their eyesight for a brief amount of time. May also be used to cancel out fields of darkness or shadows. The luminosity can wane shadow erected armors, attacks, or barriers, the greater the skill the longer the duration of time to achieve this effect. Max range of 30 feet.
Balance- Able to use her telepathic abilities to produce a sense of ease over a target, though permission needs to be granted from players. It can help lean the enemy into a more suggestive state, altering their thoughts so that they are more likely to give out information or answer questions honestly. Strong wills are not affected by this skill, and prolong use may result in nose bleeding and even a coma.
Moth form- Can transform into a 1-foot tall moth.
Human form-Can transforms into a more humanoid moth with four arms.
Flight- Can fly in either form.
Wing blast- Able to gather her energy toward those stunning wings, erupting forth wing-shaped beams of light that may burn targets within a 25 ft range. The longer she holds it, the greater the amount of mana the offensive skill consumes. The beams don’t burn one instantly, rather like a microwave doing it over time. This ability can be prevented if it collides with armor or magical barrier exploding darkness (Which they cancel each other out.) or shadows. (Which evaporate pending on the density/mana applied to the artificial barrier.)
Luminous wings- From the back large elegant, luminous moth-like wings with detailed patterns will sprout. Made from light magic, they don’t provide any utility for flight. They are instead sending forth a blinding pulse of light before flapping forward and backward, generating burning hot winds that can clear debris, hazards, and burn targets launching them backward. The flaps create what appears to be light like dust particles. The burns are far from lethal, yet the kinetic energy generated by the gust at 6 ft can shatter bones depending on the psychology of the target. The force can send anyone or anything under 500lbs flying backward with a max effective range of 20 feet. The winds are cone-shaped and influence both the front and the back. Thus virtually leaving the sides untouched by the effects. If she moves, the wings will cease their flapping. Yet she can dodge and isn’t locked fully into place. (Learned from
-Maria's Backstory -
//The poet was unclasping his Lute, placing the exquisitely engraved wooden instrument on his laps. Those fingers plucking at the strings of his tool gracefully, striking a few chords as he would tune his old friend. Feeling everything was well, those fingers would sail up and down the wooden neck, pressing down on strings as they vibrated within his grasp. Freehand strumming as a joyous serenading song bellowed from its hollow core. Pausing Aquaria sighed, unsure how to best recount such a tale.//
"It started like any great story, with a boy and a girl. Worlds apart, yet tethered by their inner coronach. One a simple musician, spoilt by the transgressions of past conflicts. The other a royal lady, trying to elude the bonds of obligation, for her spirit was one never meant to be caged. One day, while traveling down that elongated tortuous trail, the hopeless romantic heard cries of help. He was rushing in as he went to investigate only to find a beautiful creature, whom words alone neglected to convey accurately. Her alien, vivacious display proving quite bedeviling, making the artist's lost soul for the first time in many years find inspiration. The fair maiden gripped by a carnivorous fungi, ravenous as it sought to absorb the woman and slowly digest her. Yet that winged beauty was not meant to be tucked away from the world, no she was born to glisten through the wickedness of reality with her radiant beauty. And so, the poet used a far more barbarous tool, unsheathing his blade he would slice the brush through the mushroom, releasing the fiery spirit. Yet the maiden was not pleased, while grateful for being alive, her hair varnished in the bile of the beast. Smacking him a few times while verbally berating him, the man was a fool and cherished her ungoverned tenacity. And so offered to escort her home. On their travels, the two conversed, their kinship natural as if pulled together from differing worlds and classes."
"One might be forgiven if they fancied some cosmic force was at work, though it was in all likelihood a happenstance at best. His internal anguish and her disposition with the lot bestowed on her and conception served as a catalyst, propelling their relationship further. It was the first time, in many years, the somber poet had smiled, decades since the simple act of forging a bond that could stand the test of time. Despite frail attempts to obstruct that torment, oval eyes penetrated the disguise, seeing the man for what he truly was broken. So with an outstretched pincer, she would grasp his gloved hand, imploring him to seek healing within her people's sanctuary. Was such a thing possible? Could redemption truly be merited with hands so blighted by blood, encrusted with the slaying of innumerable innocents, all in the name of some demented king? And so, the two souls were off. Just as she had been pulled into his barren world, he would find himself drawn to her gallant realm. For ten years, she admired the lad, as he went from an egotistical boy, seeking a scapegoat for his lapses in judgment into a man capable of burdening the heavyweight of responsibility. Not to be consumed by the corrosive sins of yesteryear, but rather by wearing them as a reminder of past failures. In all that time, she never dared tell the poet how she felt, ashamed of her Moth appearance as the two could never truly be together. Instead, joining him when he returned home as she couldn't accept being divided, No more then he could."
“And so the hopeless romantic, and his Moth friend were off the regal maiden for the first time seeing the world Aquaria had called home. Its barbarous, savage nature repugnant to the refined palate. Something about such a desert rose thriving within the arid realm of famine, war and pestilence struck her as rather befitting. Like a beacon of light, the dark itself proved either unwilling or unable to swallow whole. A diamond within the ruff she secretly desired to call her own, to hold such an immeasurable rarity yet refrain from selfishly locking away. The monster hunter, that poet, her dear Aquaria, the muse that had vexed elegantly poised world. If only the two could be one, yet how was she, an insignificant moth unworthy of transcendence suppose to compete with the ravishing goddesses of the realm? Could love find a way, could this rather dreary hurdle be overcome with nothing but the stirring of their destined souls?”
“Stranger things have happened, yet the answer to her query may yet be above the horizon. For if there were one thing that can show love’s true form, one thing that may ascend her to her legitimate place as Queen of the Mothfolk would be selflessness. The one characteristic she lacked due to her privileged upbringing and voracious need for the finer things this world may offer. A rapacious hunger that her dear Aquaria seemed all too eager to appease, dumping their coin into the trivial materialistic pursuits necessary to make her heart flutter. And so as fate would have it, one eve after her Warrior-Poet went on the hunt, seeking to slay a mighty Cockatrice under lunar light. Against her better judgment, the royal treasure joined her intrepid companion, her mind riddled with daunting ambiguity. During the hunt, Aquaria sustained a mortal blow, life gently dimming from his eyes as the skin was going rather frigid to the touch. The monstrosity had collapsed, yet with its demise the light to her moon was dwindling, as if the very sun and denounced their joining. And so for the first time, the Moth Princes did something altruistic, defying her base nature as she for once put another well above her well being. Offering her own lifeforce and mana to persuade the grip of death, prying its swarthy hold from her companion.”
“The process resulting in her vessel withering, the vestige powerless to support the process as bioluminescent wings terminated their glow. The world dark, soundless, as sentience drifted into the enormity that is the abyss. Yet the moon conferred unmerited favor, the spirits of her ancestors showing recognition as they now saw Maria as being worthy for the throne. Her body was evolving, experiencing a violent yet astonishing metamorphosis as she sprouted from a moth to a more humanoid form. Blinding radiant pale light inundated the scene, as the weeping poet realized what she was to him, his world, his song, and everything. His confession of love causing the heart to beat rhythmically, as one of her four hands cupped tear-drenched cheek, stroking it endearingly as the two once chasm divided souls, were now joined. Soaring to their destined place as King and Queen of lunar twilight. Doubtful of what the future may hold, the two now becoming one of heart and soul plunge onward, the blanched sands unable to dissuade their newfound persistence and ballad. For there are some verses, some stories, not even an empire can quell.”
//The poet stunned, yet not once did he waiver in the plucking of strings, permitting his muse, his world to narrate the tale as she genuinely saw it. Once finished, Maria and Aquaria did embrace. Though she may see herself as a beast, it was transparent from his passion that the Moth Queen was a real beauty in his eyes. For notwithstanding their blemishes, their vast imperfections. Despite their places in this world, upbringing, and future, one thing prevailed true; they were always fated to rendezvous against all the improbabilities. From this day, until their last.//
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