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!

Comments

[enflamedheretic]

Faust rarely drinks. He likes his mind sharp, in case of danger, and he's cagey about taking something from someone he doesn't know. But Samata likes drinks, so they're here in a bar, listening to the everyday talk of everyday people, and Faust is cautiously sipping...something, to show willing. He's not quite sure what it is. Samata had ordered it. He drinks from the glass like he expects it to explode.

"What did you say this was again?" The bitterness isn't agreeing with him.

[tomatowizard]

"Imperial Pale Ale. They've been real popular lately. It's too bitter for me, but I thought it might be more up your alley."

She shrugged and took another sip of wine. Later, they'd be meeting someone who apparently could get them access to an isolated building for wizardry classes, but for now they had some time to kill.

[enflamedheretic]

"It's really bitter," says Faust, as he takes another sip. This does not appear to be much of a problem for him, since he keeps drinking it. Or maybe he's just bound by the ancient contract of 'if someone buys you something, finish it to be polite'.

"How's work? Made up any new spells yet?" For someone who's been raised and surrounded by sorcerers even with his history in mind, Faust doesn't have the slightest trace of apprehension about wizardry. Maybe it's been replaced by the all-consuming desire for revenge.

[tomatowizard]

Samata always felt like there was always a bit of tension between her and Faust, but wasn't QUITE sure why. Probably because he was a sorcerer. Certainly it wasn't her fault.

Magic. Magic was a safe subject. She could talk about wizardry all day. "Oh yes! I'm CLOSE to finishing a new attack spell I call 'fireball'. Right now it's a bit, er...explode-y," There was a tarp covering a hole in the roof of the old warehouse she used for her practice space, "But I'm sure I can iron out that out easily enough."

[enflamedheretic]

There were a lot of reasons to be tense around Faust, not least because he could be terribly creative with his powers when he had reason to put his mind to it, but if Faust had to put a finger on why he had a strained relationship with Samata, it was probably because she had no thoughts about the repercussions of her actions, and also because she seemed to assume an awful lot about him because he was a sorcerer.

Little things like that.

"Nothing wrong with explosions. Even big ones - makes an impression, right? Unless a spell to throw fireballs is going to have a practical application, I guess." Faust can't really see if there is one. But that's Samata, always looking on the bright side of things.

[tomatowizard]

"Sometimes things need to get blown up." She said with a shrug.

"But this one is still too unstable. A flying piece of debris came within an inch of chopping my other arm off."