Name: Umbra Nativus

Race: Elementalist

Age: Pft. D'uhh.

Appearance:

Personality: Girly. Kidding, I'mma rp it out.

History: D'urrr. Rp out also. He liek. Lives alone naow though.

Umbra walked quickly and quietly through the forested area on the edge of camp, wondering if the battle had started yet or not. Probably not, it was a bit early, but it would soon if it hadn't already. He'd heard it was going on nearby, anyway, but it wasn't his turn to be on duty that week, so he didn't know very many details. It didn't matter, anyway. If anything happened too close, he was surrounded by plantlife and vegetation as it was, so would be fine. The only reason it could possibly be benificial to know where it was happening was if he wanted to avoid detection, which he wasn't too bothered about.

Reaching the part of the forest where light grew scarce and gnarled tree trunks cast eerie shadows upon the ground, he smiled to himself and continued walking. The majority of his clothes were dark, but there were places with light grey or white, so he blended in perfectly. From a little further down the path, it would be near impossible to realize anyone was even there, unless they had exceptional eyesight; a rather big bonus in a time of ill-rest. He had at one time been called an emo-goth-weirdo person quite regularly, but that had been before his powers had awakened. Now that people knew he could be of benefit to them, they often tried to gain his favour. Not that it would ever do them much good, of course, but it did create rather amusing living, if nothing else.

Finally, the dense shadows seemed to disappear somewhat, and he reached the free-flowing waters of the deep river. The water itself was as deep as his neck, fast, and about eight feet wide. Water was one of Umbra's favourite things, and he was quite happy to sit by the edge of the river, simply listening to it.

[[Trolololol. Prefer for a mighty fail to combat that epic battle. o _ o]]

Umbra spent some time there, in his own little world, relaxing in the peace and quiet of the densely packed forest, the only sounds disturbing it being the rustling of the undergrowth every now and then and the rushing sound of water. It was nice, being alone. It was perhaps the elementalist's favourite hobby, to just sit and listen to the world around him. His grandfather always said you learn more in the fleeting whispers of the forest than the great bellows of a king. Perhaps he was right, but Umbra could never be sure, as he hadn't yet met a king with which to test that theory out. Maybe someday he would, though.

Eventually, he grew bored, and decided to 'play' with the water a little. He leaned back a moment and looked up at what little was visible of the sky through the treetops, before shifting to kneel down next to the water. He held his hands over it and bent the water in an arc over them, the held water still flowing as fast as the river itself. He moved his hands from under it and it fell, and he spent the next few minutes hapy to do that.

When he grew bored again, he did something similar to the first time, but he made three arcs. When he moved his hands away, the water remained contained, so he continued. Running his fingers over the water, barely gliding off it's surface, he twisted the strands of water together to create a braid like rope. He was leased with his result, and decided to try making it longer, so pulled up more water as needed. Yes, Umbra Nativus was a very easily amused young man.

Umbra had been heading home, after time- in his opinion, in the least- well-spent doing more elemental magic practices. He had reached the part of the path that travelled nearer the outskirts of the forest, and stopped dead in tracks when he heard something- or someone- cry out. What on earth was that? Had one of the elementalists survived the battle nearby, but been left behind? It wouldn't be the first time.

''Hello?'' He called, walking in the direction of the sound. Climbing through a densely packed thicket of thorns that tugged at both clothing and skin, he was horrified to see someone lying on the ground, apparently being dragged along by a scythe that was wrapped around her waist. Whoever this person was, she was not one of his own. That thought alone should have made him turn back and report her, let the fire elementals come dispose of her, but he didn't. Maybe he pitied her.

When she looked around, he caught a glimpse of her face. ''She's scary...'' He muttered to himself, wondering how someone could look so frightening without being ugly. Truth be told, she was fairly far from ugly. Despite the fact that she was 'scary', he began walking hesitantly towards her, holding his hands out and feeling more and more uncomfortable the closer he got to her.

''Ahm... Hello? Who are you?''

By her words, Umbra guessed she was a shifter. Which probably meant she wanted all his kind dead... Which, he supposed, included him. For some reason, though, he didn't wish the same of her. He wanted to help her, even if it would be breaking the code of his people. Nature elementalists were often said to be 'softer' than the other elements, perhaps why they were good medics. Whatever the reason, he wanted to help this person that appeared to have passed out before him.

The fact that she wasn't moving, and the blood she coughed up, made him frown. There were dark stains on her side and on her thigh, something else which wasn't good. Gaining courage by the fact that she wouldn't be able to do anything even if she wanted to, he walked right up to her and kneeled down on the ground beside her. Closing his eyes and moving his hand over her, inches away from touching her, he muttered something to himself for a moment before getting to work.

He gently pressed the tips of his fingers against the wound he was most worried about, the one on her side, and they glowed a very faint green for the briefest of moments, the skin beneath them visibly knitting together and healing over. It was good she was asleep, he thought, as it would hurt like hell otherise. The 'magic' was good at reducing infection as well, though, so hopefully she'd be okay, even if he didn't have the righ supplies to be doing what he was doing.

He repeated the process on her thigh, the glowing green appearing a little fainter this time. He figured he should probably move her, but he was just so sleepy... Normally, when he healed people, it wasn't just from his own energy, but from actual medicines and herbs, bandages and splints and such. He didn't have any of those things, though, and so was feeling a little drained.

Still, she'd lost a lot of blood, and would get hurt out in the open like this. He attempted to pick her up, pulling her arm over his shoulder and putting one arm around her waist. Despite all his efforts at carrying her, he failed misserably, succeeding only in barely supporting her. Still, it was enough to bring her the last stretch to the forest and set her down next to the cover of the trees and bushes, sinking to the floor next to her. He couldn't help but think she was a lot more trouble than she was worth already.

A chill breeze ran through the air, and he wondered if she was cold. The damage she'd sustained already made her vulnerable to disease and such, so he slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted- no, needed- her to live. That would be a lot more difficult to pull off if she got sick.

The feeling of sleepiness returned, having never really left, and this time he relented. He leaned against the thick trunk of the tree behind him, his head tipping forwards and his eyes slowly slipping shut. He should stay awake, just a little longer, make a fire to keep away animals... He found, however, that sleep was more than a little convincing.

[[Asdffdg. If I moved too fast or anything. Lemme know. And I'll change this post. x3]]

Umbra woke up to a warmer feeling than he had expected, considering the circumstances under which he had fallen asleep. His eyes flickered open, and he was surprised to see a fire in front of him. He was even more so at seeing the shifter from before, and actually jumped slightly, before quickly getting to his feet, just in case she tried something. He realized his jacket had been back over him as it hit the ground, and picked it up, closing his fist tightly around the fabric.

She didn't look very threatening, though, and Umbra had never been the best at strategising on 'how not to get killed when someone probably wants you dead', so he walked over to where she was and sat down cross-legged next to her. He couldn't see her face clearly because of the dancing shadows caused by the flames, but something about her posture seemed a little off. Maybe she had gotten ill despite his attempts to ensure she didn't, then.

''Ah, are you... uh... feeling any better?'' He asked, turning to look at the fire. Anywhere but the terrifying person sat next to him was a good place to look. Why had he ever even helped her to begin with, if she was this scary? It obviously hadn't been a wise decision. Then again, she hadn't tried killing him yet, so there was at least one plus to the situation. Unless she was just keeping him alive to obtain information. Which was just as likely as any other idea he may have had.

Umbra saw her bring her hand up to her face and sniff, and wondered if perhaps she had been... crying. That terrifying woman, though, crying? How was that even possible? Maybe she was more exhausted than she appeared. He turned and looked at her when she tugged his sleeve, listening confusedly to her words, and was horrified when she took his hand in her's. What on earth was she doing?

His eyes widened slightly and his whole face looked unsure and almost entirely confused, but he didn't pull his hand away in case he offended her. At least, that was the reason he gave himself. Who would want to offend that girl? She'd probably slice them in two. The current situation did not, however, help him figure out himself why exactly he'd helped her. Maybe it had just been for no reason at all, other than a desire to go against the code he'd been raised with. Although it was true he'd forgotten about the code by that point...

''I don't know. People usually say green or blue elementalists are soft or something, and don't like seeing things get hurt. Seeing as I'm both, it might have been a combination of that... and...'' He hesitated slightly, looking up into her eyes. ''I guess you just seemed different to me. Like you should live. Like you deserved to.'' He was quiet after that and turned back to watching the fire, his heart pounding within his chest.

''But, you know, if the chief medic finds out about this, I'm toast... See, we're allowed to go and do as we please, so long as we heal no one other than people from our own camp, because if we heal anyone else, we've broken laws that have been in place for years and years and years, and that's punishable by... Ah... Well, it's not nice. Anyway, even if the chief medic doesn't find out, his second in command will, and she'll report it straight to her highest superiors, who are further up than the chief and pretty nasty. I wouldn't really want to be on the opposing side when they find out that the superiors have a secret weapon, or-'' He stopped himself, wondering if that was perhaps the brightest move. He'd been talking fast and with very little breath between words, so hopefully she hadn't even been able to understand him...

Umbra jumped out of whatever daydream he had been in when he felt the scary woman kissing him. He found that, despite how obviously terrifying she was, he didn't dislike the feelings it gave him altogether. He didn't doubt for a second that she really would hit him if he called her by her full name, and thought it just as well, as he liked the shortened version more.

He was even more surprised when she rested her head on his shoulder, seemingly going to sleep. He wondered if she knew exactly how strictly they checked every night to see where every single member of the camp was. If anyone went missing, a search party was sent out after two days. If the person wasn't found, they were pronounced 'Dead or Traitor', a ti
tle which could only be removed upon brnging evidence to show you had been doing nothing traitorous.

The ti
tle 'dead or traitor' was perhaps a little incorrect, as the two were very nearly one and the same in the elementalist camp. Should anyone ever be so bold as to betray their own people, it was decided that they deserved death. Umbra had seen people be put to death because of healing a small cut or disinfecting a wound, so what would he get for bringing back one of the shifters from so close to death?

He didn't know any of the answers, so just leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into an uneasy sleep.