Lilium Macadam

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A BIT ABOUT ME!

Name: Macadamia
Age: 19
RP Experience: Around 5 to 6 years. The earlier of them I am still ashamed of.
Other Characters: On this site, none.
Password: What was that? I’m sorry, I was too busy barbequing this POSSUM for dinner… *nom*

GENERAL INFORMATION!

Character Name: Lilium Macadam
Age: 22
Magic: Voodoo (Oo-Ee-Oo-Ah! Ah!)
Lilium has two kinds of abilities, these being “Acquired” and “Learned”. Acquired Skills are abilities that Lilium gained over the course of her life as a merchant, and is nothing that she would consider particularly extra-ordinary; Learned Skills are abilities that she gained through the teachings of either her mother or her father. Her Acquired Skills do not have skill levels, where her Learned Skills (mostly) have levels that have varying effects on her.

Acquired Skills:

• Thickening Skin: Because of unpredictable weather and wild animals, one needs to have tough skin to travel around. Lilium has, in a way, “evolved” her skin to be able to resist freezing and scorching weather, extreme weather conditions such as sandstorms and hail, medium magical animal bites, and larger non-magical animal bites.
  
  
• Enhanced Senses: Those specifically being sight, hearing, and smell. This is something Lilium naturally gained a better field of as a part of travelling around a lot. This helps her track animals, plants, and other things she may need to have an extra sense of awareness of.
  
  
• Linguistics: In order to expand her clientele, Lilium is well-versed in various languages, including (but not limited to) both kinds of Elvish (Woodland and High), Orcish, Latin, and Dwarvish. Aside from this, though, she can learn new languages with respectable ease. It’s all in the business, right?

Learned Abilities:

• Summoning Falladah: In emergency situations and for quick escape, Lilium uses this to summon her horse, Falladah. Or, if the beast just decided to get himself lost, it is a nifty way to find him again. Travelling is just not convenient without one’s horse.
  
  
• Enchanting: A lesser form of voodoo, Lilium has the ability to enchant clothes, jewellery, and other non-magical items. The enhancements that Lilium makes on any item do not work on her. That’s the thing with voodoo: you can’t conjure a thing for yourself. She can, however, make it work for you.
  
  • Level I - She uses this on random trading items to give them more value. On this level, she can enchant items to strengthen the armour of the user by 20%, heal the user 15% of their original heath over a 20 second time period, or increase the attack strength of a weapon by 30%. Consumables that are enchanted on this level have minor physical effects on a person. Enchanting items on such minor a level does not affect Lilium much; just some slight fatigue.
    
  • Level II - Can be used for any abiotic object. On this level, she can enchant items to strengthen the armour of the user by 50%, heal the user 40% of their original heath over a 20 second time period, or increase the attack strength of a weapon by 60%. Added to this, her enchantments can have greater physical effects. Ribbons to make hair grow longer, shoes that can make you faster, or jewellery that makes your skin luminescent. Enchanting things on this level makes Lilium very tired very quickly. A day or two of rest gets her back in the swing of things, though.
    
  • Level III - To create only the best kinds of items for the most philanthropic customers. On this level, she can enchant items to strengthen the armour of the user by 80%, heal the user 60% of their original heath over a 20 second time period, or increase the attack strength of a weapon by almost 100%. Added to this, her enchanted items now have major physical effects like transfiguration (wears off if item is either taken off or overused). Enchanting anything on this level takes major toll on her energy and she has been known to require up to a full week’s rest.

• Alchemy: In regards to the potions she sells, Lilium takes pride in the fact that they are all “home brewed”. This is a knowledge-based talent rather than a special ability, as potion-making is more about the recipe. Only very little magic is required most of the time, and it is the same simple spell each time to enable the potion’s unusual properties. Why this is classified as an ability with Lilium, however, is because she has a miraculous talent of never getting the mixture wrong.
  
  • Level I - On this level, she can make minor healing potions, mana potions, sleeping draughts, and even antidotes to common poisons.
    
  • Level II On this level, she can make an antidote to uncommon poisons, various transfiguration potions (none last forever, though), more effective health and mana potions, and an easy cure to balding.
    
  • Level III - You want a potion, she'll make you one. This level will cost you dearly, though, because this gets into the voodoo and witchcraft. Love potions, veritas serum, incurable poisons, and even a revival for the very recently deceased. Be careful of these wares. Lilium is not one to share these kinds of potions readily, so your plans must be clear, your pleading must be earnest, and your payment must be hefty. When Lilium makes potions of this level, it takes a toll on her energy and, depending on the potion, it can wear her out for up to a week.
  
  
  
• Voodoo - This is almost untouched by Lilium. If you would like her to sell you something of voodoo magic: voodoo dolls, curses, even an extra ability or two, etc., you need to do, perhaps, years of convincing. Lilium strictly does not sell items and services like these for mere money. This kind of trade requires something more. She may not be interested in a few elephants, a title, land, or a child. Her price is something you must negotiate with her. There was a rumour, once, that a man acquired the means to unlimited wealth from Lilium in exchange for his place in heaven. She will not tell you the story, though, as she is very confidential in her dealings of this kind. She will warn you that she will not be liable for any selfish consequences. Every time she deals in voodoo, Lilium does not only become tolled through energy, but some spells leave her with major physical ailments. Some include, but are not limited to, lacerations, broken limbs, and, at times, a temporary disfigurement.

Equipment:
Falladah, her horse: Obviously, he would not be around her all the time. Just so you know, she keeps him for transportation purposes, and will not easily get rid of him.
Her cart of things that she sells. For the smaller items like potions, she carries on-hand around her waist during the day. For more dangerous items, she keeps in the cart. There is no way she would carry around anything dangerous so recklessly on her person… it could devalue the item.
A leather sling bag (with an iron buckle to ward off fey thieves) in which to store items that don’t fit around her belt like gems, jewellery, and food.

Species: Mostly human.
Occupation: Travelling merchant
Class: Commoner
Gender: Female

APPEARANCE!

Picture: HERE. And, yes, I did draw that myself.
Height: 178 cm (5’10”)
Weight: 75 kg (165 lbs)
Eye Color: Violet
Hair Color: Auburn
Summary: Lilium is fairly tall for a woman, which (she believes) intimidates some of her more vertically challenged clients. In a way, she sometimes wished that she was a little shorter. But, on the other hand, long legs make it easier to ride a horse. Built to withstand long trips, Lilium packs weight around her arms, shoulders, hips, and thighs, sometimes making her insecure when the wood of the cart creaks and bends under rear. What is good about such a build, however, is the punch that Lilium is able to deliver during times when violence is absolutely necessary. She inherited her mother’s auburn hair, and her father’s features.
The most striking feature about Lilium, physically, are her peculiar violet eyes. Originally, she was born with the dark grey eyes of her father. During her early years trying to learn potion making, a few too many petals on Monkshood in a transfiguration draught caused a mild explosion, leaving her with violet eyes, and deuteranopia (red-green color blindness*).

*Obviously, I am aware that the discovery of colour-blindness never occurred during the medieval period. That did not mean that it did not exist. I just want you all to know that this is what’s going on with her.

PERSONALITY!

Likes: Barter trade, making sales, money, ham, and oregano
Dislikes: Barter trade, losing sales, young beggars (get a job, fools!), voodoo, and lilies.
Strengths: Voodoo, trading, and escapology.
Weaknesses: Combat, cooking, and drinking.
Fears: Being persecuted for practicing magic, and human-shaped dolls.
Wants: At the moment, Lilium just wants to make sure that she and her horse have food to eat everyday.
Summary: A fiery-eyed and cut-throat salesgirl, Lilium is the kind to have the gift of gab. She can talk as smooth as any politician, and get you to buy her wares for maybe even double the amount they are actually worth. Fortunately, she also happens to be a brutally honest person. Too much guilt from cheating in older sales drove her to stay honest to the price of items. And, if she thinks there is a good deal somewhere, she can bargain her way through without batting an eye.
As a person, Lilium is bubbly, friendly, and generally an optimistic person. Since a main part of her business is in dealing with people, the girl raised herself to be more outspoken, to entertain, and to feel obliged to make other people happy. She lives to see the joy in others. But, as she is always travelling, she is an inwardly distant person. She will tell you stories of her adventures, but never of her family. She will sing and dance for you when drunk, but never cry. She is a playful rogue, and not very good at comforting others emotionally. Her horse thinks that she’s not a very good cook, either.
She is very strict with herself in terms of magic used for her own gain. She is good at heart, and will never use her abilities for selfish reasons. She is always thinking of her sales and her customers. She will never use any of her own potions or elixirs, and even gives it a second thought in the direst of situations. On the other hand, she is very aware of the consequences that occur when people used her items too recklessly. This makes her fearful of her own hand, and this is why Lilium may even refuse to do business with a client who she thinks will not use her items wisely.

HISTORY!

Birth Place: Griu
Mother: Mia
Father: Flint Macadam
Siblings: None
Friends: Acquaintances here and there, no close friends, though.
Enemies: None that she knows of, though she is disliked by a few holy men.
Summary: “Come, look, little ones. Look at all these potions and enchanted toys in my merchant’s wagon; so many different colours, so many possibilities. Now, come closer, the night draws high. And let me tell you a story. A story of a man, a witch, and love…”

Long, long ago, in a small human populated town south of the Crystal Lake there lived a man. This man’s name was Flint Macadam, and he was a local merchant. He sold fruits and vegetables, and even cooking spices, on occasion.
This town that he lived in was an ignorant one, and their focus was on simplicity. No magic was practiced, and those who trifled with it were considered demons. In the beginning, perhaps, this town was started as a reaction to the trauma of what happened when humans mixed and fought with immortals. The people were scared of what magic can do, and how magic can decay, and how the Gods would nothing to protect them. Perhaps the people were spiteful, and wanted to start where it did not matter if magic decayed. Where, should the magical bindings of the land shatter, they would survive. So these humans lived in peace, far away from the rest of the world. Governed by a small monastery of holy men, who taught the people right and wrong, to read and write, and to live their lives as normal, magicless people.
One windy day, a yellow mantle billowed through the air and landed softly on a pile of tomatoes that young Flint Macadam was selling. He picked it up only to come face-to-face with a beautiful woman. She was tall, slender, with fair skin and auburn hair. She introduced herself as Mia, and nothing more. Flint was smitten, and fell in love with her on sight. She was mysterious, however, and did her best to keep her distance. When a man is really in love, however, even the most evasive of fish can be caught. She was enamoured by his awkward romanticism, genuine adoration and generosity, and, above all, his persistence. In time, the two were married, and they had a lovely daughter who they named “Lilium”.

Pinned to a cross, I looked up at the sky,
“Repent!” they cried. “Repent!”
I could feel the voices of prayer die down
“Her devotion was nothing!”
If they will go as far as to call my love ‘witchcraft’
“Repent!” they cried. “Repent!”
Then burn me in the flames of your hatred.

Now, Mia had a secret that only Flint—and eventually Lilium—knew about. Although she was a seemingly innocent young woman, Mia was keen to practice the art of magic. She never used it for ill measures. Only to heal the occasional sickness, to make the food delicious, or to save a field of crop from dying; Mia was merely curious of finding more ways to help her husband prosper while taking care of their daughter, as raising a vivacious child did take a toll on Mia’s knowledge of what she thought the world was like.
Lilium grew curious of both her parents’ arts. When she turned 10 years old, she requested to be taught both. By day, she helped her father in his shop, and by night, she apprenticed her mother. She grew more talented every day. Eventually, she was able to run her father’s shop to give him days off, and she was able to brew her own potions without her mother’s instruction.
But good times never last long for those in a small town of only humans. In the small of the local monastery, an acolyte approached Mia in the street one day and asked for something. Up until this very day, Lilium never knew what it was that he had whispered in her mother’s ear, nor did she ever find out what her mother had whispered back. But the very next day, people bearing the monastery’s seal barged into their house, arrested Mia, and took her away.

Pined to the cross, she calls for the devil.
“Repent!” we prayed. “Repent!”
But, before she chants her last wicked spell,
“Her virtue was merely vice!”
We must cast Final Judgement on her sinful witchcraft!
“Repent!” we prayed. “Repent!”
Burn her demon in the flames of righteousness.

Mia was dragged through the town where people scowled and cursed at her, threw rocks, and spat; while others prayed, wept, and wailed miserably. “How did we let someone like that remain here for so long unpunished?” Someone discovered her voodoo, but no one knew who it was. There were fingers pointing all over the town, but most of the elderly merely said that it was the divine hand of the Gods that brought her rapture. Lilium watched in despair as her father ran to her mother’s side; giving her a final embrace, a final kiss. Lilium strained her ears to hear the last words uttered by her mother.

“Get Lilium out of here,” was what she said. “They might come for her next.”

The fifteen-year-old girl watched in horror as the people from the monastery tied Mia to a cross in the middle of the square that day. They prayed for her sins, and then set her on fire. The memory of that day still seems like a blur to her. Flint had tried to shield her eyes, but he was too busy being restrained by some village men who were afraid that he would try to jump up and free the witch himself. There are very few moments that Lilium remembers of that day, the most prominent memories being her father’s cries of helplessness, screams of anguish and of torture, a burst of wings, flames turning into pure light, an empty cross, and white feathers floating gently over the town.
Flint and Lilium escaped that night into Griu’s capital city, and Lilium vowed from that day that she would hide her magic. She promised that she would not let herself die the same way her mother did. Although there was a degree of honour to die holding your beliefs in the face of persecution, Lilium had a strange feeling that she would not burst into white feathers the same way her mother did. Eventually, word got out of Lilium’s whereabouts, so she took to expanding her father’s market and took to the road, going to places where magic was more conventional, avoiding small towns, especially ones inhabited by humans, and staying in every town no longer than a week or two. He bought her a cart of her own, and gave her the spirited young colt that his mare had given birth to the previous year. She named the colt Falladah.
She would send a percentage of profit back to her father every month.
Voodoo magic was a frightening thing to her. So many possibilities; she could influence politics, make heroes, and alter a person’s fate at her beck and call. That kind of power left a bad taste in Lilium’s mouth. Sometimes, she would look up into the sky and hear her mother’s voice, reminding her to only use her abilities for the good of others.

Do not dare call love ‘witchcraft’,
For there are those who merely care.
Live, love, and laugh, my child,
For I will always be there.

“Repent!” they cried. “Repent!”
Though I knew it not for me.
It was for their own selfishness
For not accepting what is free.

Everyone was shocked
When I flew out to the sun.
They cursed me as a monster,
So, in a way, I became one.

“… Now, look, the children have fallen asleep. The moon is high, the fire still burns, let us rest and wake up tomorrow morning. I have work to do.”


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Awesome application, and that picture you drew is very lovely! Can't wait to start RPing with you!