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Aurora Urthador

Fiery monk of the southern sands.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Marcus

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Description

The Fiery Monk Aurora

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: - Aurora Urthador
Gender: - Female.
Species/Race: – Half Dragon(Sand Dragon)/Human.
Age: - 38
Descendent(of): - Inikhethadaternock, True Lord of Wer'Guawysvern.
Current Residence: – The Southern tower of Wer'Guawysvern.
Duties.: - Hidden Claw(A royal assassin) and guardian of Lord Inikehethadaternock’s vaults.
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): - My allegiance like so many other things is based on the trust that my father has put onto me when defending his home and horde. I serve the great city of Wer'Guawysvern and her noble lord. My king and country are first on my priority list.

APPEARANCE
Height: - 5’7”
Weight: - 227 lbs
Eye Color: - A deep blue.
Hair Color: – Aurora’s hair was originally silver, like her mother’s before her, but due to her upbringing and training she decided to trim it down and change it up. Now people can see the deep red running through her hair with almost pure white ends at certain parts at various lengths.
Handedness: - Aurora is right handed.
Skin Shade/Color: - Due to her constant training out in the sun Aurora is rather tan now and with as much skin as she reveals at times she shows off not only her skin but several of what could be considered scales that line her body.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Aurora bares no scars from her past battles only resent bruises and scuff marks as if any wound that had ever been inflicted to her was nothing more than a simple scratch. Her tattoos she has are in a strange blue ink. One of her tattoos is located right upon her belly with the symbol of Inikhethadaternock’s great house marking her as his while another tattoo sits upon her right and left shoulders taking on the appearance of the sun. That inks used in these tattoos are weaved with arcane energies and time as the Dragon Lord of Wer'Guawysvern wanted his finest weapon to be as sharp in the field as she was off of it. On the subject of piercings the only that that Aurora has is a single gauge in her right earlobe.
A short history to fame: – Looking down upon her younger brother knowing full well that one day she would have to protect his sorry ass from trouble Aurora went willingly with Inikhethadaternock and his royal guard just to join one of the many monasteries that become truly dedicated to the sand dragons cause. From there she learned the higher arts of the arcane and practiced her martial skills out in the yard learning how to blend her spellcasting and melee combat as if they were one in the same.

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MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - There has never been a man or woman who could take me nor one who trade blows with me on an equal level of skill and discipline.
Sanity: - Through my discipline I am as calm as the ocean and my fury knows no bounds. So I ask you again to tell me I an insane for my dedication to my lord and City.
Friends: – (Work in Progress)
Likes: - (Work In Progress)
Dislikes: - (Work in progress)
Hobbies: - (Work in Progress)
Personality: –

STYLES OF MAGIC
Chant Magic: -
Rune Magic: -
Elemental Magic: -
Psychic Magic: –
Conjuring Magic: –
Enchantment Magic: –
Space/Time Magic: –
Arcane Magic: -

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – IF you Have One
Family: – Try and Be Creative
Known Languages: – Could Be Anything
Personal History/Background: - Please Try Here

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So begins...

Aurora Urthador's Story

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A portal from god knows were would open up upon the ceiling of Gambit's Bar and out of it would come flying one man who was being kicked by a fiery woman who came flying with him in a fury of traded blows. Both combatants seemed to be on par with one another until the woman landed a rather devastating blow pushing the man back and watching as he would hit the floor with a sickening thud only to bounce back up in the air were she would land an impressive kick to his side sending him flying into the booze on the shelf of the bar. The woman simply moved her hair out from her eyes only to slowly walk over to the bloody and beaten man just to then take him by his shirt and lift him off the ground. "Speak, traitor, or I will bloody you a bit more than that. Well say something." The woman demanded again and the male fighter simply spit in her face which caused a devious smile to come across her face. She simply tossed the man back through the portal from whence they came and jumped after him with murderous intent.

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A portal from god knows were would open up upon the ceiling of Gambit's Bar and out of it would come flying one man who was being kicked by a fiery woman who came flying with him in a fury of traded blows. Both combatants seemed to be on par with one another until the woman landed a rather devastating blow pushing the man back and watching as he would hit the floor with a sickening thud only to bounce back up in the air were she would land an impressive kick to his side sending him flying into the booze on the shelf of the bar. The woman simply moved her hair out from her eyes only to slowly walk over to the bloody and beaten man just to then take him by his shirt and lift him off the ground. "Speak, traitor, or I will bloody you a bit more than that. Well say something." The woman demanded again and the male fighter simply spit in her face which caused a devious smile to come across her face. Instead of tossing the man once again back trough the portal like she had done so many times before Aurora threw him up in the air only to deliver a final kick to the spine severing his connection from this world once and for all. Slowly the martial artist, now bloody and battered, made her way over to the bar counter just to knock on the old oak twice to await the service of one of the tenders.

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"Ladies, Gentlemen, Free Machines, Angels, Demons! Welcome all to the Duel of the Fates!" Boomed the enthusiastic Master of Ceremonies, Martin Zentelli from where he stood on an elevated platform above the Arena floor. "Today I bring you the Fates, powerful warriors that I have brought together and now have here tonight for your entertainment! But! These Fates will not be facing each other, no, their opponent is one of a far more interesting variety! Tonight, they face a challenger from Wing City itself!." he roared, pausing afterwords for effect as the crowd cheered.

"And now, I give you the Fates!" he declared, turning as a massive hologram of the first Fate appeared behind him, standing a good sixty feet high so all could see. "The Raven, Fate of the Dead!" the stoic figured was armored, bracers larger than seemed necessary with a wing motif on his armor. "The Fiend, Fate of the Damned." The image was replaced with a feral looking armored demon, long claws on his gauntlets and blood thirst in his posture. "The Saint, Fate of the Redeemed" There stood an armored warrior with a sword and shield, looking somewhat thin for a man but the gender was hard to tell in the all encasing armor. "The Flux, Fate of the Evolved." A human like robot appeared, seemingly unarmed and unweaponized. "The Illusion, Fate of the Unreal." Another armored figure of more obvious male proportions. "The Shot, Fate of the Slain." The final Fate was most obviously a woman and armed with what appeared a sniper rifle.

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"What is this?" Aurora muttered just to cross her arms and watch the introductions continue. It was a strange, truly, as she was only here to try her might against new opponents to see if she still held the right to hold her title but it was as if these people acting like this was a dog show. The monk simply sat down and waited for her first challenge to be presented to her and with every new face she saw she gauged them as equals if not greater than herself. This was to be a true test of skill and nothing more.

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"And now, Miss Urthador!" Zentelli called from above as his platform descended down towards her. "Chose. Your. FATE!" he called for the audience's benefit. It was after all a way for this already well off man to make money and he personally enjoyed spectating the brutal battles he hosted, never to the death of course and with all the doctors and healers on his payroll he ensured crowd favorites could return to fight again.

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Aurora stood up from her spot and looked upon the cheering crowds just to feel slightly sickened at how these people were acting. It was as if the crowd was nothing more than a bunch of savages who did not even deserve the gift of fire that was set before them on the silver platter the society seemed to dish up. No instead the fiery monk simply glanced over the competition once last time before raising her hand towards The Fiend.

"Ring Master! I wish to choose that man right there as my competition!" Her voice carried over the screams and cheers of the fans present who came to watch a bloody battle. "Am I granted this much?" Still more and more cheered on for The Fiend, this Lucien Adam DeCroi, and yet it seemed like there was little hope in this arena for a lone monk of a far away land.

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"Indeed you are he said as his platform raised back into the air with a cheer of the crowd as the holograms faded. Once Zentelli was safely out of the way the armored demonkind leaped down from the entrance he was given, landing easily with far more weight then some one his size should have. Behind his toothed jaw patterned helmet he grinned, tongue running over his teeth for a moment before he let out a blood lust roar and was answered with a cheer from the gawking spectators.

"Normally I'm all for ceremony but our combatants are ready! Let the battle begin!" Zentelli called.

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Aurora looked at the fiend in what appeared to be some kind of heavy looking armor only to smile and ready herself for the oncoming onslaught that she expected from such a beast. The stance she took would appear very strange and yet all to familiar as her lands rigorous training provided her with many hours full of endurance tests and learning the ways of the shifting sands that would normally sit beneath her feet.

"Make my day." Aurora muttered as her defensive stance took on a bit of footwork that seemed to encourage a bit of kinetic energy to make her aura only slightly visible as she was one for speed and aggression when her life depended on it.

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Aurora looked at the fiend in what appeared to be some kind of heavy looking armor only to smile and ready herself for the oncoming onslaught that she expected from such a beast. The stance she took would appear very strange and yet all to familiar as her lands rigorous training provided her with many hours full of endurance tests and learning the ways of the shifting sands that would normally sit beneath her feet.

"Make my day." Aurora muttered as her defensive stance took on a bit of footwork that seemed to encourage a bit of kinetic energy to make her aura only slightly visible as she was one for speed and aggression when her life depended on it.

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The Fiend laughed to himself, metal covered claws on his feet scraping at the ground before he charged, clawed gauntlets ready for when he closed the gap. For once he did he would lash out with the blades on his arms, aiming to gut his opponent outright. He was one of the harder Fates to control, and didn't always play to entertain the crowd, people watched him for his fierceness and brutality.

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The Fiend laughed to himself, metal covered claws on his feet scraping at the ground before he charged, clawed gauntlets ready for when he closed the gap. For once he did he would lash out with the blades on his arms, aiming to gut his opponent outright. He was one of the harder Fates to control, and didn't always play to entertain the crowd, people watched him for his fierceness and brutality.

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Aurora was not blind, or stupid for the matter, and with what movement she had already attained before The Fiend began rushing in she had simply stepped to the right just barely dodging the strike to her gut only to bring a powerful kick up to the demonic fighters stomach. Her kick was backed not only by her excessive training but the kinetic forces that she had called upon with her Ki ready and firing up for more action.

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The Fiend took the blow in his armored and muscle hardened stomach, lifting a little from the impact but the effect was negligible on his ability to fight. The moment he recovered he planted his near foot, hopefully on one of her own before swinging his torso into a full arm punch at her forehead. A brutal fighter, though not always the smartest, but his durability and tenacity at times made that a moot point.

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Indeed the fiend was a brutal fighter as with one blow received the other came barreling down on Aurora like a bat out of Hell. The fiery monk however was not going to go down without a fight so easily and as the fiends blow came to make contact so too did Aurora as she went to grapple that arm and used his own momentum to hurl the both of them to the ground. It was then with quick legwork that Aurora began to place the fiend into a pin using one leg to held his head down while the other and her own grip brought his arm out straight in order to hold the fighter.

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Lucien roared and snarled, free arm reaching up and grabbing at her hair, neck or back of her skull, each ever was easiest to reach. It was then with hellish strength that his arm would pull her off of him so that he could roll to be on top as they scuffled on the ground. Should he manage this a brutalizing punch to the face would follow.

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This competitor was a pain for sure. Aurora felt her hair being tugged and a sudden shift in their weights only to find herself on the bottom of the totem pole and now with a rather enraged fighter on top of her. Aurora felt his knee on her stomach and her left arm pinned it was not even two seconds and the fiend was already in full swing yet again. "You fuck..." Her words were cut off as she felt his fist slam against her face and it was with determination alone that Aurora brought her right hand into a fist only to bring it full force against the side of the fiends skull.

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A metallic sound echoed in the arena as her fist connected with Lucien's helmet, jerking his head sideways and knocking it off. He snarled again and grabbed at the wrist of the hand that struck him gripping hard and twisting before sinking his razor teeth into her forearm, missing the veins in the wrist as he didn't want her to bleed out too quickly, it would spoil all the fun. With blood flavoring his lips and tongue he threw her arm down and jumped back, waiting to see how she'd fight now.

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A brief moment of pain ran over Aurora's entire body after her strike against her opponent. It was all to fast to take in for the moment but what was known was that this fiend was playing with his food and nothing seemed to piss the fiery monk off more than knowing that much outright. Upon slowly rising up to the challenge Aurora looked over her arm and cringed slightly at the damage from that bite just to then look up a bit and smirked.

It was then that she lowered that arm as if letting it dangle for a bit before taking a stance that seemed low to the ground while her aura continued to flicker ever so slightly. "Fuck I am in love!" The fiery monk turned herself slightly with her right side facing the fiend while the tattoo on her arm began to shimmer slightly as if it were never there at all. "Strength out the ass and a mean streak to boot. Ya, you would be the one, I figure we might as well give these guys a show right?" She was ready to make her move as she suddenly hopped up into a one legged stance just to smirk a little. "I am Aurora Urthador. Hidden Claw of the great city Wer'Guawysvern! I shall not fall just yet."

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"You're name means nothing FILTH!" Howled the Fiend, clutching at his chest plate and tearing it off, snapping the belts that held it on before throwing it aside to clatter to the ground near his helmet. His red skinned chest lay bare now but that meant little without the added weight of that thick chest plate he was more than ready to keep fighting.

He held his arms to the side as the began to flicker and burn with hellish energy, blood red, smoke like tongues of Fiend Fire blazed over his gauntlet covered hands. He was starting to circle her now, slowly moving closer, predator clear in his eyes.

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It was as if sand had filled the air in the spot that she had once stood. The fiery monk moving across the field of battle with immense speed that seemed unnatural for her rather human looks gave way to what appeared to be tan scales that covered her body in places that were only skin had been before. A single step sent her springing into action as she flipped into the air and brought her right foot down upon her enemy with enough force to crush the floor beneath them and leave cracks throughout the area. It was not her strength she relied on but the inborn gift she was granted from her noble father and his line he was born in. This attack however it played was not meant to be a finishing blow but only the beginning of one.

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Lucien's arms crossed over him at the last moment, catching her heel as the ground cracked and sank beneath them. With a roar he swung up with his arms to toss her back, catching her foot as he tossed her arm and swinging her down into the ground before spinning to hurl her towards one of the walls. This was far more impressive then how she had just been fighting and it explained the odd taste in her blood, he was sure he'd taste more of it that night.

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Another change of course it seemed as Aurora suddenly felt the need to gasp for air as her back painfully was introduced to the arena floor beneath her just to then great the air once more as she was tossed towards one of the arena walls. This however did not stop the fiery monk from pressing on as she recovered quickly only to twist herself in mid air to minimize any more damage just to catch herself on the wall she was thrown at only to slide down it instead. The fiery monk was in no position to lick her wounds and press on the attack but she did find it weird that her opponent did not press the charge when he had the chance to inflict more damage.

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Lucien would have charged her, normally had he not been gathering more energy in the few seconds he had to do so. Arms now blazing he ran for her, going down on all fours for a few strides before rising again to lash out with his clawed fingers. The more he increased his energy and aura the stronger he became, but the more feral as well, giving way to a far more primal nature than he had displayed previously.

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With her back to the wall and a fury of clawed attacks at her person Aurora seemed to once again shift like the sands of her home only to duck and tumble past the clawed fiend just to swipe her leg underneath her opponent. Her movements seemed to be accompanied by a thin trail of sand and dust that followed in her wake. Though her opponent was getting stronger and more wild by the minute it was Aurora who was getting quicker with every agile movement she made.

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The Fiend tumbled but rolled and was on his feet in a matter of moments. His hand shot out in an attempt to seize any limb it could, for it really didn't matter which as he would simply pummel her into the wall if he got a hold of her.

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