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Origin and AT:
Magic Defender Powersets:
Dark Maisma, Dark Blast, Dark Mastery Age:
16 Years old Distinguishing Traits:
Preference for nighttime, dark places. Signature red stripe. Usually accompanied by Screaming Gale. Catchphrase:
The darkness is the last thing you won't see! |
Jordan's Story
For as long and she could remember, in her earliest memories, the artifact glowed softly purple and beckoned to her. She made many attempts to reach it, but whenever she'd get near, her parents would scold her, and hide it again. She could always find it though. It's warm presence pulsed like a heartbeat and she could hear its tiny voice speaking her name.
Once, she'd almost pulled it out of the secret panel in the wall of the basement until her mother snatched it away, swearing. The next day, her parents bought a magic lock-box and placed the artifact inside. With a confident smirk, her father handed it to her and said, "That takes care of that".
She took it too her room and desperately tried everything she could think of, but the box stubbornly held tight. After several hours, she tossed it across the room in frustration.
For weeks, Jordan threw tantrums and pleaded, but nothing swayed her parents resolve. All they'd tell her was that it was too dangerous and she'd know more about it "in time". Jordan would scrunch up her face, but say nothing more.
Time indeed went on and as her connection to the artifact only grew stronger, so did her conviction. She couldn't believe that it was dangerous like her parents said and she set her mind to finding a way to getting inside, with or without her parents' approval. Sadly, the box proved to be far beyond her level.
By her freshman year, she'd been studying magic in earnest and grown fairly formidable among her peers. She felt like she was getting closer and closer to her goal, but it wouldn't turn out the way she expected… The Hellions had noticed the valuable artifacts her parents dealt in and had tracked them to their home. On that fate-full night, just a few weeks after her 14th birthday, the Hellions gathered in ranks around her house.
Jordan woke to her mother's scream and the sounds of breaking glass and wood. The Hellions took what they could and smashed the rest. When they burst into her room they found Jordan standing defiantly clutching her one prized possession, the artifact box. They laughed and reached to take it and it exploded in a blast of dark energy knocking the invaders and Jordan against opposite walls.
When Jordan's recovered from the momentary shock, she saw her artifact, released, floating in the air pulsing with light and darkness. With a flash of energy, the artifact flew to Jordan becoming intangible and losing its shape as it approached. "It's TIME!" it cried, as it plunged into her chest, expanded like water filling a vessel. All at once she knew its true nature.
Jordan was born with strong powers… So strong the elders were afraid of what she might do to herself and those around her. Something had to be done.
They gathered the strongest among them along with their familiars, fifty in all. Together, they created the artifact, sealing as much of her power as their combined strength could manage. They didn't realize that along with the power, a shard of her consciousness slipped in; the voice she'd heard all these years was an aspect of herself all along.
It was this aspect that destroyed the box from the inside, something they had never expected. For years it had patiently waited, but now, in a time of crisis, years before anyone had planned, Jordan's splintered self was becoming whole.
The power swirled and swelled within her and though it felt like she might burst, she felt unnaturally calmed. She closed her eyes…
When the police arrived, they found the gang members running out of the house begging for protection as howling spears of dark energy dipped, swirled, and rushed through the air breaking windows, splintering doorways, and blackening the ground in patches. When the dark stains upon the ground rose up into black tentacles, even the police started to back away in panic. As the energy in and around the house thickened to an almost palpable intensity, a deep spine-tingling growl shook the leaves from the trees.
Onlookers started to turn and run, when, with a crack of energy, Azuria the mystic appeared on the front lawn. Without a word she ran into the house ignoring the tentacles that reached for her only to be deflected by her protective wards. Moments later, an unnatural scream blasted through the neighborhood bursting every street light in the neighborhood. All went deathly quiet.
In the hours that followed, the family sifted through the wreckage salvaging what they could. When neighbors came to offer their condolences and asked what on Earth had happened, they were shocked at the reaction. With a proud smile and tears in their eyes, Jordan's parents beamed, "She's finally ready! Jordan's Hero Training has finally begun!"