personality

+ the past

Before she was born, her parents were both of the same adventuring party, and of the same Familia. They lived under the Goddess Ishtar, and traveled into the middle floors of the dungeon. They were both particularly strong, taking on a Monster Rex and becoming famous for doing so. This brought alot of attention to the familia, and earned her father Rahim some special attention from the Goddess herself. It is not forbidden for Gods to lay with mortals, knowing that they could never bear children of a mortal, --but relations are frowned upon in other ways. [break][break]
Ishtar paid little mind to the warnings of the other gods, and fell in love with the man that earned her so much credit. Spinning a web of lies for him to sink into. However, against her direction, his faith and trust for Alura's mother, Ravana, was too strong and they ended up revealing to the other gods what Ishtar had done.
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Ishtar was taken back to the heavens, her familia dismantled and the two adventurers decided to retire. After months, they had a child, A red haired, red eyed daughter that they named Sable.
[break][break] However, the goddess was still angered by her humiliation, and began to torment Rahim in his sleep. Coming to him in his dreams and feeding his poisonous thoughts and essentially driving him mad over the course of two years. One night he finally snapped, driving a blade through Ravana’s heart. After coming to his senses, he was so distraught and broken that he disappeared, leaving Sable at the steps of an Orphanage.

+ growing up

Abandoned in an orphanage she grew up as a starving and poor child that was pushed around and bullied. Her frail body was covered in bruises and her red hair appeared darker from the dirt matted against her scalp. The little girl, who had no name, struggled to survive. Picking through trash, stealing from rotten pickings left for dogs, and even putting her tiny hands in the pockets of unsuspecting victims.
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Though it certainly felt like a century, 9 years passed quickly as the child grew into an adolescent. Kicked from the Orphanage, the 12 year old girl walked away with tears of anger. She didn't need them anyways. They didn't respect what she could give the world, they didn't respect her dreams. Kicking rocks off a pier she watched the sunset in the horizon and felt despair sweep over her. What was she going to do now? No one wanted her. No one wanted a small frail girl that looked like a sick boy.
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Her crimson eyes clasped shut she huddled against the comforting wood of the nearest brothel, her hand extended as she watched men and women interact with each other, a few coins taking a leap of faith and falling into her awaiting palm. She laid like that for days, some nights getting just enough to eat. After weeks, she heard a familiar voice speak to her. His gruff tone addressed her, and her eyes hesitantly opened.
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Dark hair draped around broad shoulders, a large beard framing his blackened face. His eyes were barely visible under his thick eye brows and his large frame was intimidating.
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Her eyes were fixed on the man that stared down at her, and it felt like he was looking into her soul. She was tense, even when he let his hand down.
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"Come with me," was all he said, sliding his rough hands around her delicate fingers.
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He led her a few blocks away, to a rather well known smith shop, one that she had ran by more than a dozen times. The man introduced himself as Sai and had offered her a position as an apprentice, saying that he was in need of one since his own son had run out on him.
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Hesitantly she agreed and next to a warm fire, she had her first meal in days. He ran her a bath, gave her a change of clothes, ones that belonged to his son, and even a bed. She slept soundly on the down feathers rather than bundled trash.
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It was like this for months, her body finally growing strong, and it was time she began her apprenticeship. She looked up to Sai, and saw him like her father. He even named her Alura, because she didn't have one previously.
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From the outside, their relationship was close to father and daughter, but it was only for a short time. Three years later, Sai had gotten sick, and no medicine in town had made him better. The doctor boiled the problem being his profession, saying he inhaled too much smoke or fragmented materials.
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She was alone again, given a small amount of money from the bank, to which she traveled to Orario with. She was angry, always getting into fights with kids her age, and even disrespected some adults before she turned it all around. At her young age, she worked as a supporter for adventurers in the dungeon, establishing herself in the Izanami family, to which she would study magic with the Goddess. She had talent, and the goddess cultured that, and she grew into a respected member of the familia.

SPELL - ASTRAL FIRE

Astral Fire is a flame spell that is normally unable to be casted by anyone that has not studied magic thoroughly. It's long chant provides the immense power behind the spell, but allows for enemy to take advantage of the time it takes to channel the spell.[break][break]
A flame dances around the caster in a circular fashion, growing bigger each time it rotates around the user. Towards the end of the chant, the fire begins to extend itself outwards, still rotating like a tornado. At the precise moment the chant ends ( if casted correctly ) a large flame spirals outwards, incinerating any monsters in it's path, instantly killing weak monsters and burning stronger ones.
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CHANT: "Fire blaze into the night, Glory rise in your smoke, Following the windy gales, Forced to leap skyward, Air blow in mighty gusts, Weaving paths within… -ASTRAL FIRE!"