Special Ability:She can play music that touches peoples hearts by the sound of it. If she plays something sad, it will affect the person by making them sad. If she plays something cheerful, it will put the people who can hear it into a good mood. If she plays something slow and melodic it will put the person who hears it into a tired state.
She is laid back and easy going. She listens to her music and doesn't care what happens around her. If someone where to die in front of her, she probably wouldn't even flinch. She would move away and continue doing what she was doing before. Despite her easy going ways, she is very clever and could easily get into a college with a scholarship. She decided to not get involved with much however and just live life the way she wants. She is very calm and organized. If a plan doesn't go her way, she just thinks of a new one and acts it out. She never gets too angry when things go wrong. When things look too great to handle, she tries to flee. If that fails, she just thinks of another course of action.
Larea is 5 foot 7 inches and she wears torn and ragged clothes like a bum. She has a tattoo of her name on her left arm. She seems to always have earphones in her ears. She also carries a carrying bag with her at all times. Her face seems emotionless a lot.
I was born in the U.S. My parents say I was thinking at an advanced level when I entered first grade. They wanted me to stay in my proper grade instead of being moved into a higher grade, but eventually they allowed me to advance grades ahead of schedule. I became very knowledgeable in all subjects. When I realized that my parents or teachers couldn't keep up with me, I gave up on them and focused on learning by myself. The subjects that caught my eye the most was the music related areas. I learned how to play all instruments by the time I was in the 10th grade. My favorite instrument happened to be the guitar. I played it with a lot of emotion which moved people's hearts and souls. It was the only time I felt that I could connect with other people and understand them. Otherwise, I was confused to how others thought. In a way to stay connected with humanity, I decided to start a band with me as the head guitarist. My band became very popular around the local area. There was an accident that changed our popularity however. My mother died and I stopped caring for most things. I became distant from my friends and the band split up. I started to listen to music with the i-pod my mother had given me. I never went anywhere without it. My music became sad and bitter. After I had finished high school, I started to travel around the U.S. searching for whatever.
I acquired a job in New York as a McDonald employee. It was my first job and I didn't want to lose it. I was paid a little higher than minimum wage and made enough money to stay in an apartment and live off of noodles. The lose of my mother had died down from my heart, and every now and then I would play a song on my guitar that people enjoyed. I felt better and continued to work at the fast food restaurant and make money. One day I was walking down an alley to go home from work, and I fell upon this darkness. It wasn't the normal type of darkness. It was dark darkness. I couldn't see anything in front of me or behind. I was a little scared at first, until I found a doorway. I didn't really think much at that time. It was a door, and doors are made to open. I opened it and then was sucked through. I...fainted of course. When I woke up I was in a beautiful landscape that I never really could find in America. The only thing I could think to do was to put my headphones in my ears and start walking.
I found my way to a small village near an upper section of the Pazurika mountains. There, I learned where I was and a little of what was going on politically in that world. It was quite peaceful there in the village until the discovery of Arms in a ruin nearby. Various people traveled to the mountains to collect them. They wanted to search the land and the areas around it for more. The village leader refused in as kind of a way as possible and the people left. Later, some bandits working for what I believe to be a crime organization came and attacked the village. They had powers I've never seen before. They transformed items which they called Arms into various weapons. I managed to escape with a local boy to some grasslands around the mountain. I was only 16 and couldn't handle fighting yet. I needed training.
We traveled until we ran into an old man who had fallen on the ground. We helped him get up and gave him a drink of water. We then told him of our village and what happened to it. He nodded and decided to take it upon himself to teach us about the magical properties of ARM and train us to use them correctly. For me, he gave me a guitar. As for my friend, he decided to reject the old man's offer and seek training elsewhere. The old man took me into his care alone. For about 4 weeks, I wasn't allowed to play or even hold the guitar. I had to train my body and mind intensely. After I was shaped to his liking, he allowed me to play the guitar. It had been a long time since I had played, and I was really playing well. He cried and that confused me. He told me that I could cause certain emotions to fill up inside people with the way I played. I enjoyed hearing that, but realized that I still felt nothing about the way I played. I tested it on other people who either burst into tears, or suddenly got depressed. I also tried cheerful songs which brought smiles to people's faces. After I turned 18, I took the guitar and started to travel around the new world that I was in. Level:EXP:
Accessory:A guitar necklace
Normal Form: It becomes a guitar with some magical properties when Larea plays using her special ability.
Version 1:Larea is surrounded by an invisible, musical, and magical force of power that people can only hear. She can control it by her playing. It can be used to move things and defend against missiles. Her special ability is still active during this.
RP Sample:Larea's Mountain Walk
A cold and bitter wind swept through the mountain village. Larea Zaafira awoke in a cold sweat, the snow around her being thrown aside. In a terror nearly forgotten as the sun gazed through the dusty shade of pine trees, she stood up after remembering her past and shaking it aside. The frigid air was stinging her face as she squinted in the sun trying to make out what happened the night before.
"Okay, I was walking around these mountains and then someone hit me from the behind."
Larea started to feel around herself. She let out a pained gasp as she couldn't find her money. She got up and flapped her arms. They were very cold to her. She put her arms close to her body and followed the bandits trail. After around two hours of following the footprints, she found a cave with smoke coming out of it.
"I guess they thought that just a few minutes away from me was enough. Too bad for them."
At the entrance, a guard was there. He was snoozing up a storm. Larea took her necklace and transformed it into a full guitar. She began to tiptoe into the cave while playing a peaceful and loving lullaby. The guard fell into an even deeper sleep. She traveled farther into the cave until she could hear voices. "Where the heck is Bill? He was suppose to be here by now. Maybe he fell asleep. Guess I'll just have to check...Who's there?"
Larea had stepped on some rocks that had made some vibrations. She let out a small curse word and then began to play an sad and depressing song on Safiya. The sound reached the ears of the bandits and tears began to leave their eyes. The started to think of their parents and what they would think of them. While they were focused on something else, Larea grabbed her money and ran out of the cave to leave.