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The Rebellion Rules

Adepts don't need to learn magic, not like anyone else. They don't have to learn exact spells, their magic often knows what they want and does it. This can, however, be dangerous, as their magic can lash out or do things without them meaning to or do things they didn't want--hence, learning spells can be useful.

Her hair is of a ginger shade, somewhere on the ginger spectrum that is closer to red than orange. Truly, it's more of a red or copper shade rather than 'true' ginger, and, when unbraided, it is long enough to reach mid-thigh. As such, she tends to keep it in five braids, starting from her hairline, and descending down her hair. The three middle braids are woven into a larger braid, and the two on the side are allowed to hang losely by her sides. If they are getting in the way, or Sori needs to have complete and utter concentration on her hands, she ties the two of them alongside the larger braid in a low ponytail with a piece of leather.

Sori's build is lean and athletic. Her body, although lean, is hard with muscle all across it. She is not soft, having very few qualities that many would consider feminine. She stands at 6'11", tall for a female, and she knows it. If need be, she isn't exactly afraid of showing someone who, exactly, is boss. She has a build that athletes would die for, with shoulders that wouldn't be considered broad or slim, nothing too masculine or too feminine. One can most definitely tell that she is female, a few curves adorning her features, but nothing that would mark her as extra curvy, or get in the way.

She's got long legs, and long, thin fingers attached to a proportional palm. They are deft and adept at their work, working almost as fast as her mind does. She's got a rather average-sized torso, although it seems small compared to her legs, and it is flat and hard-packed with muscle.

Sori is not bare of tattoos, most certainly not. Starting from her fingertips and dragging themselves over the tops of her fingers, dark, swirling ink travels along the back of her hands. When it reaches her wrist, it cascades down to cirlce around the entirety of her wrist, and drifts up both sides of her arms. When it reaches her shoulders, it splits. Some of it drifts over her back, connecting with the other arm, and covering her entire back, and sometimes drifting forwards to cover her sides, and ends at the end of her tailbone. Other parts of the tattoo trail up the side of her neck, ending just below her jaw. This circles around to the front of her neck, and then goes down towards her chest, stopping a little below her collarbones. The part of the tattoo just above her tailbone goes to either side, swirling itself across her hips and pelvic bone, and then down the side of both legs to her ankles. They are fashioned to be similar to black flames, and seem to be burning. When she moves around, especially quickly, it can look as if she is alight with onyx fire.

The elf is not free of scars. A thin line runs along her right cheekbone, stopping just before it hits her nose. Three deep, angry claw marks marr her stomach. A small scar runs along the the space just beside the right corner of her right eye. She does not shy away from these. In fact, she wears them as something similar to trophies - markers that she is willing to fight.

The clothes that she wears are normally a brown color, and are simple, normal stuff - shirt, pants, boots, and scarf. Her scarf normally stays tied losely around one of her thighs if she isn't using it to protect or hide her face. In the cooler months, Sori has a green cloak that's clasped around her shoulders, and a large hood that can flip up over her head.

The most prominent of her characteristics is how truly feral she is. She's called a "feral elf" by many, and those that have even the most brief of interactions with her see that it's very true. She's as likely to snarl at you as she is to have a conversation, expressing her irritation through grunts and growls. The way she moves is just as animalistic, having a certain feline, predatory aspect to her gait, and sometimes dropping to all fours to get through small spaces or to investigate something. She walks through the forest as if it is her true home, and some have compared her to a forest nymph in her nature.

If people bother to stick around after the original feral-ness, they often get met with a few walls in her personality. The first is outright aggression, the slightest wrong pushing her over the edge of anger and causing her to lash out. The second is a bristly kind of frigidness, where bursts of anger aimed at you are less likely, but she's wary and drawn back. The third is simply outright coldness, and this slowly transfers to the protective, possessive nature of her friendship.

If someone manages to stick through all of that, Sori proves herself to be a protective, although often closed-off, person. She would kill, maim and die for those that have gained her trust. Like a dog, she would be loyal until the end, tearing herself apart by her own hands if she had to to keep her friends safe. Also like a dog, once you've gained her trust, you could "kick" her again and again, and she'd return to you.

Sori is fiercly independent in the way that she prefers to do things by herself, because at least she knows that she'll do it right, and if it's done wrong then she'll know how to fix it. If someone else messes with her things, she doesn't know what they've done, or when they did it, or how they did it.

Contrary to her own aggressive nature, if someone is acting aggressively to Sori and she didn't start the altercation, as in she wasn't already in an aggressive spiral, she tends to shut down. She barely responds with anymore than a singular word, closing herself off and receeding to some unknown place in her mind. Few people, if any, can bring her out of this state of mind before she brings herself out of it.

Knowledge - She's got a lot of knowledge about the wilderness and it's inhabitants, both from research and her own experiences. She knows how to interact with most animals, knows the quietest ways to move through a forest, is confident in her own ability and knowledge to survive.

Old Wounds - Some of her old wounds still ache, particularly the deep, angry scars across her stomach. During panic attacks, which are not common but not unheard of for the young female, she often gets struck with phantom pain of her old injuries.