Development / Influential Encounters

Current Goal: Master Illusion, by obtaining the Assassins' Shroud, and Mastering "The World of Nightmares" Technique

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1.) [13:37] As a young pickpocket, throughout her life, she has dedicated herself to the disciplines of illusion and all that fabricates it. Its’ tomes became her mantras: Misconstructions, In-deceit, and Misdirection. Much of her physique is mysterious and indistinguishable while shrouded by her illusionary aura.

While meditating on these ideals, Fuuma concentrated all her efforts, fading from the world around her to fade-- and fade-- and fade-- until for a moment it seemed, IF ONLY for a moment, that Fuuma did no longer exist here and now. A strange prospect, as to why someone would choose to simply remove themselves, let alone make such an act the method behind their magic…

Despite the odd-nature of this training, she pursued it passionately… Exposing herself to her own illusions, rather than force them around her going out, they were coming in. (embracing them as much as humanly possible, but while possible, was for her in her current point-in-training unmanageable; forcing her to condition in-order to adopt this state-of-mind) She would learn exactly what these incantations did, how they affected her opponents. She would become one with them, and they an extension of her power over the technique in her trickery.

While she managed it for sometime, it slowly fell apart; she was losing control. As she began to pour more and more mana into her illusionary shroud, she lost her constitution and fell prey to it. Rendering briefly a maniacal effect upon herself. (though only temporary, this would for a short time leave a trauma weighing-heavy on her mind)

She’d mumble for a moment with a wicked smile and a fevered sweat as her face felt as though it was melting, the madness was taking hold, “I-I h-ha-ave s-seen t-t-too m-mu-uch-!” After quietly mumbling she’d hold her sides and for a moment reflect on this training, her illusions would fade away, and as she had into her surroundings before; the girl then would emerge from thin air. (she looks pale and disturbed) With another long sigh, followed by a groan as she picked herself up off of the pavement and dusted herself off. Afterward expressing in the tone of a sloth, “-I-I’m going to-” ,she’d breathe heavy for a moment before holding her head to recover herself and with it her composure, “-I must rest, and think o-on this.”

Sitting down then on a nearby bench and just taking a moment to breath and relax. As she began to daydream. At peace again, and with new motivation to guide her meditations, she writes into her notes ways of improving the experience as she sees them.
(Fùuma)