__________________QUICK STATSName: She's better known as the Mask of Zantaric, but her name is Trisk
Age: Dozen revolutions
Gender: Female
Species: Wingless pixie? Sprite? Something small and angry
Ethnicity: Summer
Height: About eight inches
Occupation: Vigilante
Residence: Zantaric
__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description: Trisk is a tiny thing about the size of an adult human's palm. Her body is plump with muscle rather than fat, but supple enough to wiggle out of the grasp of any fool who would try to grab her. She lacks any sort of wings, tails, horns or additional appendages, although it is unclear whether it was always so or if some enterprising purveyor of magical parts hacked them off. In a way, she looks like a miniature human.
Under her motley cloak, her skin is dark and spotted. She keeps hacking her hair off whenever it grows too long to fit in her mask; at the moment it looks uneven and ugly. It would be hard to describe her face, considering that it is rather small, usually covered, and few people ever get close enough to look.
musicPersonality: Eight inches of anger, violence and temper. The most polite thing she is capable of doing is straight-up ignoring someone - not that she takes that option. Brash and outspoken, she is an open book that doesn't shy away from making it known what she really thinks of people - and acting upon it. She has almost an endless supply of rage, fueled by thousands of petty frustrations of everyday life, and frequently takes it out on criminals she chases.
As almost every person she has to interact to in a hypothetically civil manner is larger, she has seen a fair share of idiots who looked down on her, underestimated her, or - worst of all - dared to coo over her miniature stature. It is guaranteed to make her explode in fury and ruin all hopes of a peaceful resolution. Those who dare to imply an inferiority complex or have the gall to try some stupid jokes end up hurt the most.
Magic/Abilities: Trisk augments her streetwise fighting with alchemy that allows her to take otherwise undefeatable opponents of any species. The potions she uses were produced for a human-size client and account for their body mass and size, so the effect they have on her small form are noticeably greater. She has also been able to ration them better in order to make them last for a longer time. However, while they grant her great advantages, each also has a side-effect she has to manage. The potions she has at her disposal are:
- Ductile Drops: A crafty concoction that turns her flesh very tough and flexible, able to stretch over great distances. It takes on a rubbery texture and is able to accumulate kinetic force and bounce it back at the opponent just as efficiently. Its side-effect is rendering her hearing unusable - once the bones in her ear turn rubbery, they do not work the same way, leaving her with one sense less.
- Strength Serum: The simplest potion there is, brewed to enhance one's physical prowess. A normally-sized person would experience a rush of strength, enough to lift a fallen tree. A giant would receive a minor, almost imperceptible increase. Trisk gets to punch out people way out of her size bracket and crack stone with her fists. Its drawback is the greater momentum, making it hard if not outright impossible for Trisk to stop an action already begun or change direction mid-movement.
- Perception Potion: A tasty elixir enhancing all of her senses. With just a small drop, she can hear the entire district, see clearly in the darkest night and smell particles only a canine nose could pick up on. Its drawback is the sensory overload that comes with it - it's easy for her to become distracted or overwhelmed when using it.
- Sip of Solid: A curious substance that alters the density of Trisk's body. Upon partaking in it, her flesh becomes so hard that no weapon can even break her skin. Of course, heaviness that follows confers a significant disadvantage, and vertical progress such as climbing or jumping is out of the question.
Relationships - Every outlaw in Zantaric is her enemy. Let's just put the entire population of the town here.
History Trisk arrived in Zantaric in a hastily thrown together cage. An enterprising alchemist mercenary by the name of Remei Garcia has captured her, intending on selling the curious sample to a freak show or someone in need of ingredients like pixie dust. She headed to the best market on Le'raana that handled such exotic wares, and was mugged in the street. While most of the time, Garcia was more than capable of looking after herself, one of the blows in the ensuing fight struck the cage.
Rather than do the smart thing and escape, Trisk followed her instincts and joined the fray. Her size made her rather difficult to hit, and she provided quite a distraction - enough for the assailant to thrust his blade through Garcia's throat. The wounds inflicted on him were serious enough that he didn't live long to enjoy his victory - he bled to death in the alley.
Having seen a group of enterprising thieves check a corpse for valuables before, Trisk performed her first (and last, if only those without alchemical support are counted) feat of supernatural strength, dragging Garcia's bag away before the locals arrived to conduct a proper looting. She squeezed herself (along with the baggage) through a crack into the space between walls, where she was safe enough from the big nasties.
The bag turned out to contain Garcia's potions that she mixed to keep her edge in battle. The mercenary brewed them for her own use and prepared doses for someone of her weight and metabolism. On someone much smaller, it had even a greater effect. A single drop was enough to turn Trisk into a superhero - and that was exactly what she was going to do. She made herself a costume by ripping a few pieces of fabric off the bag's lining and set out on her quest to punish the wicked!
Character Limitations: Stick to what your character does and let me describe what happens to mine, the reverse also applies.
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