Justice Van Schill

'''Fire Born Mage, and Military Apprentice for the Human Front. '''

Basics
Name: Justice Van Schill

Player: Raine

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Nationality: Freehold, though originated from a township/military outpost called Malicomb.

Race: Human

Physical Description
Height: 5'3"

Weight: 109 lbs.

Hair: Reddish brown, worn long in a ponytail and sweeping long bangs. She bleaches her tips which end up bright platinum blonde.

Eyes: A pale green.

Description: A small framed, fair skinned, blemish free girl. Delicate features throughout her person. She's in fact quite beautiful, in a pretty little rich girl sort of way. Not many would guess she was raised from a harsh military family in a war torn region, by looking at her. In fact her only distinguishing feature that isn't doll-like and fragile is her left hand, which when first noticed is difficult to not catch at a glance from that point on. Her pinky finger on her left is in fact missing. Cut off two years previous by accident by her brother during a practice sword duel. Normally this could have been easily graphed back on with some healing from the local apothecary, but her brothers' sword was a mystical item of her fathers' and magically sealed the wound immediately (More on that, later). She doesn't conceal it though, as a reminder of how serious repercussions of foolish acts can happen. And when asked about it, usually fluffs it off with a, "Stupidity on my part."

Personality/Etc
General Personality: Aside from a steamy temper at times, Justice is quite kind, well mannered and with a somewhat distant expression usually upon her. It's difficult at times to tell if she's talking to you, or through you. Justice would be perfectly fine speaking to a person while facing a wall, making no move to face the individual. It's not that she's being rude, it's just that she feels eye contact is irrelevant to speaking. Her father lead hundreds of men to victory and battle without looking in their eyes. His voice was heard, not seen. And he dealt with his family in much the same way. To turn to face someone, is only to see what is happening visually, not what words are coming out. If expression isn't being hinted at through tone or description, then it's not being portrayed properly according to her.

Skills/Talents: Justice is one of those mages that would normally be labelled as a Witch, due to her lack of direct control over her Element of Fire. Though it's strong in her family, and has been classified as the inheritated element within the Van Schill line for generations. Where a lot of her family members fall in the Adept category, she came into the magical lines with much uncontrolled raw power. She has also practiced and is trained as a rather formable duelist with sword play. With focus mostly on one on one matches. She has become rather good in her hobbies. These were taught to her to help calm and control her mind. She needed to find a focus to look back upon that makes her happy, so she got into modeled ships. She's fascinated and loves working on, researching and designing model boats. Usually large battleships and sailing ships from around the realm. She even has designed and built two airships that are quite historically accurate according to her studies of the subject. In her room she has six large ships on shelves and her dresser, each one make from scratch by her hands. On her desk, a new project is always in the working stages. Others she has built have been sent to her father or brother back home. One was given to a friend over the holidays past.

Weaknesses/Flaws: Like most fire born, water is usually never good for her. Though she does have an odd fascination with it, always watching the sea from her window with wonder. As a mental barrier she is having trouble controlling her fire spells in magnitude. It's like the fire wants to grow faster then she can handle it, or maybe it's she wants it to as well. The jury is still out on that one.

Fears: She mostly fears disappointing her father. So much is riding on her becoming a strong leader for her nation. With her brother bowing down from such responsibilities it's up to her to keep the Van Schill name one to remember. She also fears what will happen to her brother in prison. She knows he's a good man, and doesn't want him to be executed as a traitor, based on questionable charges. It's something that haunts the back of her mind often, and dreads the day when the official letter for her to return home for the funeral arrives.

Likes and Dislikes: Likes: Though she wouldn't call the sea something she likes, it is more like a constant reminder that she's missing something, and so watches it often. Hoping to catch a glimpse of what that something is. She really enjoys boats though. Even though she's only been on a ship twice in her life. Justice finds them beautiful and majestic as they sail across the sea. Smaller things like the morning sun beams and summer nights are points to be added to her favorite things as well.

Dislikes: Not a big fan of winter...in fact she feels cold quite often, and really hates being cold. She's also doesn't like being nagged about her uncontrolled abilities. She understands it's a problem, but doesn't feel she should be constantly reminded of it day after day. Other smaller disagreements for her is waking up early and going to bed early. She knows what times she needs to be somewhere, and usually bases her sleep patterns accordingly, but...has been known to arrive late if there's events first thing in the morning. Doesn't like rumors much...about anybody. Hard facts are the way to go, and never judge a person without the facts. "People have hanged by false rumors." Especially those that speak ill of her brother, Marcus. Favourite Food(s): Apples and apple made pastries. Pies, tarts, rolls...anything with apples. Least Favourite Food(s): Isn't much of a fish person. The smell of it cooking turns her stomach, in fact. Favourite Colour(s): Any soft pastel colors, though leans towards blue Least Favourite Colour(s): Finds brown to be quite boring

Goals: Though likes the idea of being geared towards the military, it's not on the ground that she wants to lead her forces. She wants to be a sailor...a naval captain, and probably one of the first fire born captains ever. She's not too sure how she'll accomplish this feat, but knows it's what she was destined to do. But first, if she's to accomplish this amazing feat, she'll need to get her fire under control. That's a priority, as to have unbridled fire on a wooden boat miles out at sea just doesn't seem like a good idea. This, and she'd like to learn how to swim better. Just in case of said catastrophic outburst of flames on deck...or below for that matter.

History
Born after the flames of a great battle in the Northern Regions, on the very day that her father, Lord General Kryster Van Schill returned home victorious. With her birth, marked a tradition to the Van Schill children to follow. All were to be named from which their parents fought. A silly thing, she thought often in later years. Not something one should be proud of, Justice had commented on many of times. But these were her father's wishes and with that, must be followed. At least until the next generation changes the rules once again. Those Fire Lords always were a tad over dramatic.

Though she shares little resemblance to a typical Van Schill with her reddish brown hair and green eyes, she did have the family fire burning within her. Raised with her brother and cousins, who visited often, Justice lived the life of an army brat. Following orders and keeping everything to her fathers' liking. She'd often meet with Generals and High Commanding officials that would visit their home for either business matters with the armies, or even for social gatherings and galas. A noble life though one with great restrictions. Proper etiquette and appearance needed to be maintained, and as for the family traditions, her and her brother were to be trained as up-coming military leaders...and were tested constantly towards this end. Tactics, drills and private tutors from various academies were provided for them both. Even her cousins gained the same treatment on their end.

This isn't to say they didn't have fun as well. Both Marcus and Justice loved practicing and training together. Marcus, being older and the typical heir to Lord Van Schills' estate was of course pushed the hardest into this role. But the Van Schills weren't separating the genders and Justice was to follow her brothers training as she got older. However, as with most that show great magical promise, Justice was soon turned towards spell craft, and her tutors were readying her towards the Magic Academy for final preparations. Though there was a slight snag in the gear works. As was mentioned, the two loved training together, and this also included weapon training and combat arts. In the great hall of their home, a battle of great skill and dramatic passion broke out. Fire Born were known for their heated vigor and when things built up, things sometimes go without forethought. What began as a simple sparring between the siblings turned into a raging battle throughout the halls and into the meeting chambers of their fathers. Chairs and tables were over turned. Curtains torn and even torches were toppled to the carpeting creating a blazing display as the two wielding swords clashed against one another. The help of course knew to keep their distance when these two started into such things. It was always better to just repair and replace afterwards. And even their parents, who were away to their uncles' at the time would often overlook such struggles as a form of bonding. Though to burn down their home was of course a little over doing it, even for this family.

The night began to wear on the teenagers, and though Marcus was indeed the better swordsman, Justice was using the flames around them as a focus to her skill. This made her quite dangerous, as she had little to no control over her power, and Marcus was beginning to feel overwhelmed by it all. In a surprising move, Justice disarmed the boy and he immediately leaped back to her follow through. In a spin she took up his blade as well in her other hand and proceeded to attack. There was no more reason, or thought...the fires had consumed her mind and now all that was left was a primal thirst for blood. Marcus fled in search of a means to protect himself. His own rage had turned to a fox frenzy, hoping for a way out of this and quickly he saw an alternative. His father's sword that hung above the high lords chair. A form of defense and perhaps a means to end this battle. Justice was not stopping, and even when Marcus took the weapon in his hands, she attacked with a crazed smile of satisfaction that her prey was no longer unarmed. Her movement was now clumsy with two swords...both heavy and difficult to manage. Never had she tried this and it showed in her style. Marcus quickly evaded her attacks and went to disarm the girl from his initial weapon, but the swing was surprisingly fast and powerful, as it not only disarmed her, but cut through the hilt of her sword and claimed a finger as well. He then took the initiative and kicked the shocked girl to the ground and knocked away carefully her other weapon. The two both looked scared...confused and in a flash, all of the flames around them disappeared, as if they were surviving on Justice's passion alone. Her unseen fuel.

Days later after much reprimand and harsh punishment, the two siblings were back to their old selves, though made sure to keep tempers in check when alone. The finger was lost for good, but a strong reminder for what can happen if one gets carried away in the moment.

The next year her brother was off to the front lines for his first official duty as a junior officer. Many weeks of not knowing what was happening to him, or exactly where he was. This of course distracted her from her entrance exams that were required for the Magic Academy, but she seemed to do well regardless. Just not as good as she should've she figured after the fact. Then finally an official post came to her father from a group of Royal Guards. Strange, but not unheard of considering who he was. The content of the letter however was indeed surprising. Her brother had been imprisoned and was being trialed as a traitor to the nation. Details that he had delivered secret files and information to the enemy by shadow of night were revealed to the Van Schill family. And the weeks that followed lead up to a trial that agreed this was in fact the case. Marcus claimed innocent, and that the spy was still among the officers up in the North. But without proof, he was a victim of a very serious crime. Punishable by imprisonment for five years, and on the final day, death by hanging. A lengthy sentence to have him reflect on such a dreadful deed. And to this day, this is where he remains. Under the watchful eye of the high guards.