Samata Mahto

[tomatowizard]

This is an open RP post for Samata Mahto, my wizard OC. General notes:

- Samata lost her arm to a sorcerer (don't drink and sling magic, kids) in a terrible accident, then built herself a new arm
- Magic in her world has been hereditary for all of recorded history, but Samata discovered a way for any schlub to use trick reality into letting them use it, AKA Wizard magic
- She's teaching her new trick to anyone who will learn, and as a result the ruling sorcerer families are getting nervous about her
- She can't keep her big mouth shut when she's mad, and she gets mad easily
- She feels very strongly about the inequalities of society. Lend her your ears, ye poor proletariat

A few possible prompts:
1: Magic lessons! Wizardry is a lot of work, and we're all making it up as we go. But Samata is the one who invented it, so if ANYONE can give you lessons, it'd be her.
2: A night on the town! Samata spends a lot of time in bars and taverns. Partially because they're good places for discrete meetings between people who don't want the establishment to pay too much attention to them, partially because she likes to have a drink or two with friends.
3: Politics! Samata feels very strongly about workers right and social justice. There's a lot to talk about in there.

Or if you don't like those, make up your own! Here's a list of words that might help you come up with a thread prompt!

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[tomatowizard]

Samata wasn't hard to pick out in a crowd. The pointed hats were popular throughout the lower classes of the city, but only she had a mechanical arm. At the moment, she was talking to a group of fellow university students at a dingy bar known as The Loaded Stoat, an establishment that most reputable members of the church did not visit. Their faces were a mix of confused and excited, and they were all giving her their undivided attention.

She caught the end of their discussion, with Samata saying "And don't forget, be discrete. They haven't outlawed us YET but they're going to eventually when they realize what it means."

[former_endboss]

It would be impolite to interfere with a conversation in progress, so Mir hung back from the table in the corner of the Stoat. She glanced at the kegs on offer and sighed before taking a cup of...what was probably some sort of wine. Not vinegar, not yet. She waited long enough to take a sip-and grimace, before approaching the table.

...she was aware she might not give off the best impression though. Her trousers and boots were travel stained, and while she had removed most of the decorative patterns, a keen eye could still pick out the old knotwork and stitches they had once had. And she wore a cloak *indoors* even in the roaring heat of the Stoat, even in the middle of a drought. The bow and hunter's gear likewise made her stand out in all the wrong ways.

And well, she might speak the language but she still had an accent. "Well met, is there a seat at your table?"

[tomatowizard]

The other students were splitting up, paying their tabs, and generally heading home. The meeting was over, and it was getting late. Samata was just staying long enough to finish her wine. It was an ancient vintage from the day before yesterday. But she'd paid for it so she might as well finish it.

Then a shady person appeared. She eyed her cautiously, but worst case scenario she could phase door out of here in three seconds. "If you like. I'm not staying long anyways..."

[former_endboss]

"Then I will be brief-though you have been difficult to track down on the basis of rumor and heresay." She took a seat, pulling back her hood just enough to look Samata in the eye. "I am Mir. And I wish to know if the rumors are true. But that-" she nodded at the metallic arm "Says that they are."

Shady this person might be, but the face under that hood was fine as porcelain, and nearly as white. Her fingers were long and graceful, her cheekbones slightly unusual. An expert eye might look at that face and say 'elf'. But experts were rare, and an elf looked close enough to human that she could pass as weird or exotic. What might also give her away was the quality of her gear-elf-made boots and clothes would last for decades, and few human works of the textile and leathercrafter's arts could compare. But even that was, at best, just circumstantial evidence.

[tomatowizard]

She tensed slightly when Mir confirmed she had been looking for her specifically, and not just somewhere to sit, though she did her best to cover up her hesitation with taking another sip of wine. She peered closer under her hood.

Wow, underneath the forest ranger getup, she looked more like a noble scion who hadn't done a day's work in her life. There was something else odd about her, but Samata couldn't quite put her finger on what. She certainly wasn't expecting to have run into an elf at a shitty dive bar.

"I hope they're good rumors."

[former_endboss]

Well, where else would you expect to run into elves? Surely not a forest, they're not naturally arboreal creatures.

"Rumors are what they are-difficult to interpret most of the time." She paused, looked at her own shitty wineglass and set it down rather than take another drink. "But for the most part, yes I do like what I hear. Even if you apparently anticipate being outlawed."

[tomatowizard]

"You heard that bit, huh? Well, you know how it is with undergrads, they get excited if they feel like things are a little bit dangerous." She said, rubbing the back of her head with her mechanical hand. She was secretly pleased she was apparently starting to have a reputation.

"Anyways, you clearly have heard of me but I gotta admit I don't know who you are."