You see a young women who is no taller then one-hundred sixty-five centimeters tall but only weighs sixty-three kilos, while soaking wet. Her skin is a uniformly light olive tone colors except on her left forearm. Several light lines, almost ivory in color, wrap around her arm's width, appearing to be flat scars. While smiling, subtle dimples can be seen.
Being born to mortal parents on Earth, she wasn't graced with innate supernatural powers, nor was her family known for any inhuman or super human feats. Her mundane origins did not stunt her curiosity as she studied long dead civilizations which extended into the occult. Most of her studies were done in private normally in her room when she was young and when she was away from her roommates when she was older. The focus of her study, in college and at home, was primarily on studying the Aztecs, which she managed to trace her blood line back to.
During her studies she found herself trying recreate several rituals to prepare her body to have foreign life forces, especially spirits of nature aid her. Though she never was able to contact a spirit or perform a claimed simple incantation, her seemingly frail body was surprisingly sturdy. The preparation did not help her gain significant muscle but allowed her to become well versed in several ancient combat styles. She transferred to UCSD from a rural college after a year, losing less than half a semester's worth of general classes but allowing her to have a major focused on her passion, understanding ancient history.
| After settling into her new dorm within UCSD, Priscila began to explore the city. During her first week she is not only assaulted by what she thought was a mutated animal but saved by her classmate, Rini, when she flung a sphere of flame at the strange and possibly rabid dog, which exploded on contact and burned it to a cinder. Her feelings mixed with residual fear, relief and wonder of what she just watched. Rini took her by the hand and escorted her through the city as they talked, their conversation quickly focused on the occult. After several hours of talking they stopped in front of a shop called The Magic Box.
There was a small sign in the window, Readers Needed, Rini picked the sign up and handed it to her before opening the door and introduced her to the staff. This would become a second home for her, where she was surrounded not only by people who enjoyed the occult, but taught it happily to those who asked. Palm reading did not pay very much which discouraged her form staying very long, upon hearing this the manager worked out a deal with her, rather than a raise she would be able select one book per solstice and would receive it in lieu of a cash bonus.
The second book that she requested was harder to find and was delayed by almost two weeks, even then it was not fully translated to English from Nahuatl. Taking her time she used what she knew of the language, corrected the translations and finished the inscriptions. Studying the newly translated text she discovered it was a guide not only of the occult but also where it was held. Taking a week off and spending half of her saving, she took a trip to Central America on a personal exploration though the long pillaged ruins. Using the book as a map, she traveled far from the common ruins to a almost vacant outcrop, the true entrance to the ritual grounds. While exploring the ritual grounds, she found several items that managed to survive though time. One of the items was a set of squared gemstones which she quickly pocketed along with a few other pieces of scrolls, long weathered and faded. She left that day, feigning defeat with a vow to return while being laughed at by the locals who saw her only as a late treasure hunter. Within the weeks the follow she would have the special gemstone set into an earring, making sure it was always with her. Following the guidance of the book she learned to channel her latent magical reserves through the gemstone foci allowing her for the first time in her life to cast a significant spell, Fireball.
After she finished reading and practicing her second rite of spells that week, Heca called in sick and took the day off to relax and slept for most of the day. She awoke nauseated, and in pain. As the waves of agony passed through her she found herself panting, looking at a waste basket filled with what remained of her light breakfast. Whispering, she used a simple set of spells to fill a glass with water and bring it to her hand. Before taking a sip she realized what had happened, she no longer was in pain, a few moments passed and the pain slowly returned. The pain once again disappeared when she used a different rite to lift her purse and bring it to her bedside. It was the proof she dreaded, her body was addicted to using the arts. Dread began to set in when she thought ..what happens if I become this sick in public? I cant just start making people dance for me.
From a combination of the pieces of scrolls she found on her exploration, and several books she was gifted from the Magic Box, she began to study not only about spells and rites but of demonic biology. Taking careful notes from multiple different sources and cross referencing them with a others she noticed a similarity with demonic essence and the flow of power that fills the body after successfully completing a rite. She couldnt simply drag a demon around with her to try and have it as a infusion kit, so she began to look into ways of transporting essence in a more refined state. After some time she discovered a method of distilling the essence from living demons, though the process was too gruesome and loud to do it, especially in her apartment. Luckily she found a dealer who was more than willing to sell her the refined essence as a liquid, but at a premium price.
At first she limited herself to a small glass at breakfast and in the evening. During the second week her dreams became more vivid, though too hazy to remember details. As a month passed she would drink up to four glasses of the solution in a day, hoping to chase away the dreams. The opposite happened, her dreams became clear, dreaming of worlds she never seen before, wars she never knew about and creatures she did not think could be real. As two months passed by she would at times go through a whole bottle of the solution within a day, it was not that her body had built up a resistance: far worse, her body became dependant upon it. Her dreams did not become worse but lingering feelings continued even as she was awake. Impulses, alien in nature, began to have her question the boundary between right and wrong. As the dreams continued she began to learn from them, slowly and awkwardly. She discovered that she had masted the ability to levitate herself when she awoke, floating up to a meter above her bed.
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|Strength||Average for a human||She is a normal human.|
|Speed||Average for a human||She is a normal human.|
|Martial Arts||Equivalent of several years of training||Personal training in styles of ancient middle american tribes during studies has left her with significant knowledge about hand to hand and melee combat.|
|General Magic||Extensive||Mostly evident through the use of advances curses, her knowledge of arcane runes and spells have few rivals.|
|Magical Endurance||Unique||A trait is not very obvious, while only having a small amount of magical energies to draw from, her training has focused on increase the potency if her magical power rather than the depths of her reserves.|
|Vitality||Exceptional for a human||Through rigorous training her body as well as through rune markings along her body, she is able to endure significantly more punishment than most athletes.|