Heaven's Spire

Name:
Reynell "Rey" Thornsby
Age: 17 (5'7")
Personality:
Crass, doesn't work all too well with others unless they share the same goals as her or if being a part of something benefits her in some way (she'll always ask for money first before anything else). Rey's always one to speak her mind, throwing insults left and right where she feels it's necessary and never really caring much for how the second party feels. 
Fighting Capabilities: It wasn't until this year Reynell began using "magicks", as she calls it, to get by. Because of this, Rey isn't very skilled with her Stone Lodestone, which the inhibitor on her right forearm allows her manipulate dirt and rocks. The most she can do with it is either haphazardly shake the earth beneath her, tear a slab of it from the ground and whip it forward as her main form of transport, or sometimes abruptly raise it to either propel her forward/ act as a barrier. She believes over time she will get better at her new craft.
Backstory: Being born an orphan, Reynell spent all of her life moving from village to village on her own two feet, taking on the guise of a adorable, helpless child and staying with anyone who'd fall for it. Unfortunately, the facade grew more difficult to maintain once puberty hit, and she found herself offering small, miscellaneous "services" in exchange for shelter, but even that didn't give promise for a home. The last couple she stayed with grew tired of her lazy, inattentive ways and threw her out once her presence began circling rumors of unfaithfulness on the husband's behalf. Feeling wronged by their behavior, Reynell broke into their house while they slept, stole his lodestone, his inhibitor, a few morsels of food, and his wife's necklace (originally for pawning purposes, but over time she grew attached to it and it's shiny face). She wandered for quite a while before stumbling upon a flier promising a crapload of gold and new magicks. Knowing close to nothing about the Heaven's Spire and its disappearance, Reynell rushed over to the place of meeting, caring only for the spoils she'd get should whatever team they were rounding up proved successful. With it, she'd get her own place and no longer have to rely on dummies like the people she lived with/worked for.
Additional Info:
Her speech is rushed, slurred, and often packed with obscenities. She never cared to correct it. She also likes shiny things.
Physical Appearance:





Rey dusted herself off as she walked through the cloud of dirt her fall had kicked up, unable to see anything but the glow of the bellowing woman's arms through the fog. She slapped the flier she had kept to Freyja's chest once she got close enough.

"Yoo da chick whos talkin' gold?" she said calmly.

Rory tilted her head, humming and thinking, tapping her cheek with the crook of her wing. "Mt. Aldris? That's the huge volcano right? I've heard stories of it and the Ifreets, but it's so far. I suppose that's why I've never seen any other.... Draconids was it? I'm from the Rem Isles down south by the--"

A loud scream and a thud, followed by a huge billow of dust snapped her attention away from her flow of speech, the harpy instinctively flapping her wings to clear away some of the dust before she breathed too much. As the fog began to clear, a rather bored looking figure became visible.

"Phew! Nice landing! I give it a ten!" she shouted and grinned at the new face.

Kyanalurin crossed her arms and gave a pout.
"Aww man....you seemed really cool..." she looked off to the side pretending to be saddened.
"That also wasn't a very nice thing to say! But I'll forgive you, because I don't like to hang on to bad feelings! Being sad or mad is no fun--no siree~!"
The nerve of this kid...if she knew who I was she'd learn to bite her tongue....
Well, I would have acted to same way, so getting angry would be hypocrisy.

Pumilus breathed a small hum as the glimmer introduced themselves. Just as Sparrow looked like they were about to share their pleasant actions, there was a commotion just next to the group. He began to back away from the group so as to not get himself dusty, and noticed another figure nearby who was also backing away. He seemed to be out of range of the dirt cloud, but looked unsure about the group as a whole.

"I noticed you arrived here earlier. I did not catch your name, though I'm sure you've given it." He said to the blue haired man, expression unchanging. "You were to join us, correct? Many people have arrived now to search for Heaven's Spire." He said after taking another look around at all the figures that now resided in the general area. Pumilus then took a step to bow to the man and reintroduce himself.

"My name is Pumilus Lutorum. I look forward to working with you." He said just as he had earlier. He re-straightened his posture once again and awaited a response from the man.

So far, the harpy was the only one who said anything remotely positive to her. But in her eyes, only her fellow witches' voices mattered. She trusted their word, yet everything so far went against it. A team of fighters? A heroic leader? The team who would reach the spire?

This was a joke. All she saw was some hotheaded old lady, a perky harpy, a creature who shoots orange goo, one blue-haired babbling sweet-talker and now this masked thing.

She replied, her voice calmer than ever, 'Well why don't you take a step back? Wouldn't want you to get hurt.'


'Good for you.' She smiled, peering into her eyes.

A hint of annoyance flashed onto Kyanalurin's face for a bit less than a second, but was replaced by an almost nauseatingly happy smile.
"Ahh! You're smiling! I knew you had it in you!" she chirped.
"Oh golly, going on this expedition with you all will be really fun~!"
the slightest hint of sarcasm could be heard in her voice, but not really enough for it to be all that discernable from her regular voice.

Watching in silence as their numbers grew Murm squinted pensively, his eyes growing cold. Among the toughts he slowly flowed through he heard an outside voice. His eyes, still holding their sharp, empty gaze, simply watched the small being speak. Taking in a large breath he brought out a large smile and prepared to respond. He would give it a sliver of a chance and should things appear they were not to his liking he would bail to the nearest city.
"Of course, of course! A pleasure! You may call me Murm Lumi, little Pumilus!" With that he extended a hand towards Pumilus leaning down slightly.