Character Name: Mitrian Lobelia
Race: Sylvari
Gender: Female
Profession: Mesmer / Illusionist / Chronomancer
Age: 8
Hair / Leaves / Flower: Dark Blue / Pink with Cattails
Skin: Light Blue
Appearance details: Pink BioLuminescense
Religious beliefs/philosophy: Ventari’s teachings; All Things Have a Right to Grow; the Pale Tree be protected.
OOC Intro:The second character and first Sylvari I created was Mitrian Lobelia, named both after an old Everquest character & the plant genus Lobelia. I spent alot of time on getting her look just right & really just fell in love with how she turned out. Like most of my Sylvari, I tend to keep her look the traditional cultural armor and love how her skin tone & glow blend so well. Even though I'm not typically very good with Mesmers, I brought her to max level the old fashioned way, before all the crazy boosters & tomes were available, so I'm pretty proud of that.
RolePlay Brief Story:
After placing the last item in the center of the lily, Mitrian softly touched its petals; one by one the flower closed to form a small satchel. A last look into the reflecting pool with a quick adjustment of the cattails that adorned her leafy hair completed her preparations. Her mentor returned the bittersweet smile Mitrian beamed her, with an added nod and a look of pride. The Sylvari felt as though she would sprout flowers, so excited and giddy with anticipation. A black-skinned, slender Sylvari came to walk beside Mitrian, both carrying provisions for the journey.
“Can you believe it, Tressa?” Asked Mitrian. “We’re finally heading out on our own!”
Tressa grinned slightly at the bright blue and pink ball of excitement that was her friend. “Been waiting for this day for a while, haven’t we?"
“Indeed! Since I first awakened! What adventures lie in store for us? What excitement? What thrilling possibilities?” Mitrian bounced.
“Either way, let’s promise…” Tressa paused, prompting her friend to stop and look down at her. “Promise we’ll have each other’s backs out there. No matter what!”
Mitrian blinked glowing aqua eyes. “Well, of course! We have been there for each other our entire existence! Nothing could separate us!” She giggled adding, “I know your face from my dream!”
--------Sometime Later--------
“Just a little further!” Mitrian yelled, outstretched her arm, and drew a sigil as she ran. A vivid pink spark illuminated the distance. If the portal coalesced long after they reached it, the Nightmare Courtiers would catch up and all would be lost; timing was critical and Mitrian prayed to the first mother she judged the distance correctly.
“But… wait… I’m not sure…” Tressa’s voice was small, inaudible to her frenzied rescuer.
It was only after they reached the portal that Mitrian turned to see her friend’s worried expression. “What is it, Tressa? Come on, we jump through the port and I’ll close it behind us. Let’s get you out of here!”
Tressa stared at her friend for a moment, then said resolutely, “No. I’m… I’m going to stay.”
“Come on! We do not have time for such nonsense. Come back to the Grove, we can wash away this nightmare that has enthralled you!”
“You don’t understand; I want nothing more to do with the Dream!” Tressa pulled from her friend’s grasp. “I’m where I belong… where I believe I was always meant to belong!”
Mitrian shook her head in disbelief. In one year, how deeply could the roots of the Nightmare Court grow? “Tressa, you are not thinking clearly. They have poisoned you. I know you do not understand what you say. Come back with me!”
“I don’t expect you to understand,” Tressa continued. “You’ve always had the best trainers: the most gifted student. Your talents were always there, since your awakening! Mine… I’ve had to hone and cultivate. Here in the Nightmare Court, they understand me! Go back to your Pale Tree, but do so without me!”
Tressa shoved Mitrian through the portal. With a sorrowful and heavy heart, Mitrian sat on the edge of the Grove weeping at the loss of her friend.
--------Sometime Later--------
Mitrian smiled thick blue lips. Her bioluminescent glow seemed all the brighter today; it’s pink hue illuminating the gazebo of flowers.
“Are you certain?” a fellow warden inquired, "Once you leave we have no way of communicating with you."
“Oh yes,” she said decisively, “it’s what I have trained for. I am disgusted with the Nightmare Court; everything it stands for: its teachings, its members, its allure to the newly awakened. It must be dealt with and contained, before it poisons others the way it has those closest to us. We are Sylvari; I will stop at nothing to stop the Nightmare from destroying the Dream!”
Saplinghood:
Mitrian awoke from the Dream with wide-eyes and an ambitiousness
to set out on a path far away from the Grove.
She showed aptitude to be a powerful Illusionist and studied to increase
her Mesmer abilities.
Recent history:
As part of an advanced scouting force, the Wardens of the Grove sent Mitrian to investigate the threat and ascertain information about why Sylvari like Scarlett Briar were committing such atrocities. While it's known she did play a role in the downfall of the Breachmaker, no more information has been obtained as to her whereabouts since the aftermath, and with Mordemoth's awakening, the wardens fear her fate.
Personality:
Notable relationships:
Reserved, Mitrian never speaks of her past relationships. It is believed she once loved someone that perished at the hands of another race, accounting for some of her disdain for the other races of Tyria. Only time will tell if the weeds of distrust will allow her flowers to bloom again.
Favored alcoholic beverage:
While not completely understanding the other race's need to indulge in alcohol consumption, she has been known to drink with her fellow Wardens after successful missions or objectives.
Favored food: Carrots
Favored weather or season: Summer and Fall in the night cycle
Favored weather or season: Summer and Fall in the night cycle
Favored color: Blue and Pink (obviously) but partial to dark greens.
