Name: Taured Doenning Nicknames: Taur (by Varden only) Age: 194 Race: Elven Rider Gender: Male Occupation: Rider, Head of the Council of Resources Allegiance: Varden and Ilirea
[Appearance] Height: 6’10” Body type: lean, muscular build Weight: – Eye color: Azure blue Hair color: Blonde Ethnicity: Elven
Overall Appearance: Taured is of average height for an elf, standing at 6’10”. Beauty is a trait that like most elves, he possesses. With a distinguished nose, high cheekbones and thin lips, there is nothing striking with his features. He has natural blonde hair that shines in the sunlight. His hair is short with longer bangs in the front, wearing a sort of blue headband across his forehead. He has a green cloak that is secured around his neck and shoulders. He would rather wear clothes appropriate for his trade instead of extravagant items. He sports a simple green tunic with grey sleeves and dark grey shoulder pads. He has a white band on his right arm that belonged to his father. It was a symbol of his status within the trading community, since he was a trader of special and rare items.
He also wears a red falconer gauntlet on his right arm. Custom made to allow for more flexible hand movement, he uses it for falcons or hawks to land. The Riders may not know where he is since he is travelling, so they send him messages with a falcon or hawk when they need him to return. The glove is magically enhanced to allow the hawk of falcon to know exactly where they are even if the council doesn’t. The gauntlet is also magically enhanced to withstand most attacks by blade. He had a spare for his left arm as well when in battle. With the gauntlet on one hand, he has a simple white glove on the other hand to make it feel balanced. He has a brown strap going over his right shoulder and under his left arm, which holds his sword to his back.
He wears a pair of grey baggy pants to help keep him warm during the winter and many cold nights. The pants tuck into boots that are just below his knees. He received the boots from his mother. They were his father’s and he was told that they could keep his feet warm even when the boots are wet.
[Personality] Likes:
Peace
Easy negotiations
Travelling with Varden
Dislikes:
Ignorance/Ignorant people
Idiots
Pears
When Varden insists that they go looking for wild dragons
Strengths:
Magical prodigy
Excellent swordsman
Good negotiator
Extremely Calm
Weaknesses:
His protective side for Varden
The limits of his magic
Fears:
Losing Varden/Leaving him to insanity
Another war
Habits/Quirks:
Is strangely calm . . . all the time
speaking with Varden mentally even when in a conversation with someone else
Overall Personality: Hardly anyone knows what Taured is like. Preferring solace with Varden, he tends to avoid interaction with people. Since it is his duty to scout for talent as well as dragons, he does however know how to interact with people. He can be very sociable, open and friendly when he wants to be. Most would think that he doesn’t socialize because he is shy, but that isn’t the case at all. He chooses not to converse with people. Taur was never a shy person he was just intrapersonal. Books are one of his favourite areas for entertainment, something Varden would share with him. Taur would rather sit down and read than anything else. However, there are times when Varden requests that they have someone else to talk to. It isn’t that Varden gets bored with Taur’s company but rather Varden is more sociable. Taured also has times when he desires company and Varden is usually very happy and willing to agree to the idea.
Being a scout does come with certain challenges. Taured runs into many humans, dwarfs and other creatures that would try to injure or steal from him. He is gifted with the ability of negotiation as well as a charm that he can turn on and off at will. When in those times of need, he uses these abilities to his advantage. He would rather take care of dangers himself, instead of allowing Varden to get in the way. Seeing, as it is mainly the fact that he is a Rider that offends other creatures, he makes it his obligation that no one harm Varden. He believes that it isn’t Varden’s fault that he is a dragon and is thus bonded to him. He also considers Varden to be his brother and thus his younger brother. Even though Varden was laid long before Taured was born, he hatched when Taured was 40, thus making him younger and Taured the older, protective brother. To achieve his goal of protecting Varden, he insists that they spar and practice their defence skills. Taured relishes when he is able to practice his swordsmanship.
Taured has a strong sense of commitment and patriotism. His sense of justice is the reason that Varden chose him. He would drop anything and everything to protect and fight for what he believes, and whom he cherishes. If someone close to him were to be placed in harm’s way, he would do everything possible to help them. Since there is few that close to his heart, he hasn’t had the need to do so. It isn’t impossible to become Taured’s friend however. He likes to have fun and jokes around, but people don’t get to see this side often. Taur’s bond with Varden is the strongest feeling and belief he has. He considers Varden to be his brother, being inseparable from the other.
[History] Father: Dedoch Doenning Mother: Ehlaun Doenning Sibling: Varden (considers him his brother)
Detailed History: Taured was born to a simple family in Ceunon. His parents were traders in the area, vastly known for importing rare items. His father would personally travel out to retrieve the items and bring them back. For most of his childhood, his father would be on the road. When he would come back, he would have many stories of his travels and rare items he had found and brought back. His father was the one who first started to teach Taured to fight. When it came time to send Taured off to Ilirea, his mother was most upset. Over the 25 years so far, she had been everything to him.
It was in Ilirea that Taured found his calling. While learning there he showed great prospect in magic. Teachers there hoped that a dragon would hatch so he could further hone his skills. Even without a dragon, his magical abilities had yet to be surpassed by any other, and the council hoped for a dragon to further enhance these abilities. Taured didn’t really care about becoming a rider though. All he wanted was to be able to defend what he loved. He believed that there should be peace among the races, and being a Rider wouldn’t make a difference. He excelled in his studies and his magic, being a top pupil in his class. He continued to learn his swordsmanship and other fighting techniques which would aid him later when he planned to help keep peace.
He was around 40 years old when he started to become frustrated. He couldn’t accomplish his dreams at the rate that he was going at. It was at that time that he received a letter from Ceunon. It was from his mother. His father had been killed while travelling and she hadn’t been able to pay off debts nor afford food. She had sold everything of value just to get by until now. Distressed for his mother’s condition and for his father’s death, he requested that he leave Ilirea. Being denied leave, stating that he must finish his learning, Taured grew distant from everyone. Replying to the letter, he sent all of his earnings as well as anything of value he had and told her to hold on. With the frustration of not meeting his goals and this new distress, he started searching for answers as to what to do. Wandering around the area one night, he entered the Sacred Font. Finding solace in the quiet room, he wondered for the first time what it would be like to be a rider.
Walking around the room, he was drawn to the eggs near the back. Lightly brushing his hand over a few of the eggs, there was a sharp jolt that shot through his arm. Stumbling back, his head throbbed and the world began to spin. Crumbling to the floor, that is when Varden hatched for him. Varden knew that Taured’s sense of justice was what he was looking for.
One of the workers in the Font woke him up to find a sleeping dragon, curled up against side. Never expecting such a thing to happen, he was soon placed for Rider training. With his exceptional use of magic already, he was taken in as an apprentice. He got along with Varden well; they succeeded well in their training and grew closer together. Elders approached him towards the end of his training in Ilirea with hopes of him becoming an elder himself. Denying the offers, he stated that teaching and mentoring wasn’t what he wanted to accomplish. Thanking them for their high opinions of him, he finished his training and received his sword from Rhunön. This proved that he was finally a full dragon rider and could keep his peace. With this knowledge and assurance, he travelled back to Ceunon.
Although he had to remain in contact with the Riders, he spent the next two years helping his mother get back on her feet. During those 40 years that he had to finish his training, a neighbour had taken her in. The neighbour owned an inn and his mother worked for her in compensation for housing. Using his wages from the Riders, he paid for a house for his mother and found her work. Now that she was able to provide for herself, he could return to Ilirea without worry.
His return to Ilirea wasn’t anything special though. Staying in a small apartment, he and Varden would travel to the citadel and make it his duty to further train. The years passed by and Varden grew larger. They grew stronger and were known as one of the strongest Riders in the order. Being sent on missions when needed, he would happily keep peace.
The Blue Divide was a time that Taured would rather not think about. When the wars erupted the Elders approached him again about joining the council. He told them that he didn’t want to fight and that he would rather promote peace in Alagaёsia. The Elders understood his reasons and placed him as the head on the Council of Resources. It was his duty to scout for new races, gifted humans, and other things. In doing so, he could spread the word of peace. Accepting the offer, he travelled around Alagaёsia.
It was during this time that he could watch what was happening during the war as well as report back his findings. He hadn’t had much luck at finding magically gifted humans but had found a small nest of wild dragons. Approaching carefully, he had been able to persuade, with Varden’s help, one dragon to donate eggs to the riders. Feeling accomplishment he continued his travels. The blue divide came to an end and things continued as they were. However, there was a new feeling of hostility towards them on their travel after the divide.
Name: Varden Age: 154 Race: Dragon Gender: Male Occupation: Rider, Head of the Council of Resources Allegiance: Taured and Ilirea
[Appearance] Height: 16’8” Body type: lean, muscular build Weight: – Eye color: Green-blue Skin color: Persian Green Ethnicity: Dragon
Overall Appearance: As a hatchling, Varden looked like an adorable ball of green flesh. With short, chubby legs, a chubby stub for a tail, a round face and a short neck, he was a little bigger than an average, full-grown house cat. There had been doubt that he would become a strong dragon. With many facial expressions, Varden was always a surprise. He can mask his emotions from others, but can’t hide his feelings when with Taured. When concerned, worried, or anxious, when it comes to Taured’s well-being, all facades disappear. However, over years, he is better at keeping his worry and fears from his features.
He grew up quickly and became the strong dragon he is today. Varden is a tall and lean dragon. His body resembles that of a hound dog, gracing him with hidden muscles and great agility. His wings span 16 feet and he stands at 13 feet tall. He is Persian green in colour but has darker shaded: horns, wings, talons, chest/underbelly, and blue scales down his back. With bright blue-green eyes, he is a beauty to behold. His snout is long and distinguished, allowing him to look innocent and gentle. However, his lips pull back to show his sharp teeth, also allowing him to be fierce as well as gentle.
Unlike other dragons, Varden doesn’t have large scales covering most of his body. Instead, he has rather small scales covering his body that allow him greater agility and flexibility. The small scales can stop most weapons but aren’t as strong as regular scales are. The flesh membrane of his wings starts out a dark Persian green and fades out until it is almost see-through.
[Personality] Likes:
Peace
Meeting new people
Travelling with Taured
Apples
Amusing people
Visiting wild dragons
Dislikes:
Being sent on wild goose chases
When the council sends incorrect information
hostility toward Taured
Strengths:
Speed
Agility
Calm natured
Weaknesses:
His smaller scales
Unable to control his magic
Fears:
Losing Taured/Leaving him to insanity
The wild dragons (enough to be wary when approaching)
Habits/Quirks:
Comments on things even though no one but Taured can hear it
speaking with Taured mentally even when in a conversation with someone else
Overall Personality: Varden finds justice appealing to him. He chose Taured because he knows that he has a level head and will do the right thing. Ever since Varden was taken here, he has wanted to do good. The rider that had convinced his dam of letting them go had given him the hope and desire to bond with someone like him. He is very hopeful that they can make a difference. He opposes the idea of war, thinking that the humans and elves are annoying at times, but not enough to kill them.
Varden is a rather sociable dragon. He finds comfort in having someone around. Most of the time it is just himself and Taured, which doesn’t bother him. But he likes meeting new people as well. Varden wants to meet new people because he believes that not all of them are evil. The elves may have killed his dam and many others of his kind, but they couldn’t all be bad. If they had all been bad, then why did Taured have such a strong sense of right and wrong?
Varden is a playful dragon at times. He enjoys playing games and flying. When Taured is riding, he finds it especially funny to make him worry about falling off, the height they’re at or even when he does fancy moves that makes Taured sick to his stomach. He enjoys reading with Taured, especially when Taured reads aloud to him. He has a creative mind and is curious about new things. Part of the reason that he agreed to accepting this spot on the council is because they get to meet new people and learn new things. Even though many are hostile towards them because of the divide, it won’t make a difference when they try to promote peace. They will continue to try to spread good in spite of prejudice.
[History] Sire: Styrkr Dam: Hylli Sibling: Taured (considers him his brother), dragon kind
Detailed History: Varden was laid during Du Fyrn Skulblaka. His sire, Styrkr, fought in the war against the elves while his dam, Hylli, kept watch over the eggs and defended their territory. Styrkr was a large, deep green dragon who was fierce and strong among many of the wild dragons. Hylli was gentle and graceful. She was also very protective and territorial. Her grace made her the best defender of their area. Varden loved Hylli very much, always enjoying the stories and memories she would share with them of defending and fighting.
It was close to the end of the war when a group of elves ambushed Hylli. She fought hard against the elves, killing most of them. It was then that one of the remaining elves tried to steal her eggs that she lost focus and was wounded. Not willing to go down that easily and have her babies taken from her, she used the last of her strength to kill the last of the ambushers.
Worried for her, Varden tried to get out of his egg, but she assured him that it would be alright. While she lay there dying, it was then that another elf appeared. Growling, as it was her only defence left, she saw the dragon with the elf. The Rider conversed with Hylli, knowing that she was going to die. Assuring her that her eggs would be taken somewhere safe where they could find someone who would appreciate and bond with them, she reluctantly gave them away.
The Rider carted Varden with the rest of his brethren off to the Sacred Font. It was there that he waited for his rider to come along. At first, he would be taken out for children to touch his egg and bond with a dragon, but no one was right for him. He knew that he wanted someone honourable who had a good sense of right and wrong. All the children that touched his egg were looking for glory and power; they wanted nothing more for any dragon to hatch for them. Varden shied away from the thought of bonding with them.
When it came time for the next celebration, Varden had been left behind with the older eggs. The problem was that he wasn’t an old egg that didn’t want to hatch. Feeling forgotten and sad, he sat with the forgotten eggs for many years. During his time at the back, he practiced sensing peoples’ personalities from simple things. He would only receive small pieces of information, since they weren’t directly touching his egg, nor within close vicinity of his egg. Years passed and he started to give up hope.
Varden wasn’t paying much attention when Taured had entered the Font. He had been thinking of Hylli and how she died. He didn’t even know if his sire had lived, he was out fighting the war when she died. That’s when the feeling came closer. There was someone approaching him, someone was coming to the back of the Font. He tried to read the person but it seems that he was thinking too much of something sorrowful. When the boy touched his egg, Varden searched Taured’s mind, it was in that instant that he found his justice. He chose Taured because ever since he was taken from his dying dam, he knew that he wanted someone as good and righteous as the rider who had given compromise. He had chosen the name Varden because he knew that he wanted to protect his kind the way his dam had.
Hatching right after the touch, he found Taured passed out on the floor. He tried to wake the boy up but couldn’t do anything. Lying down next to him, he decided to take a nap; maybe the boy would be awake when he was done napping. Soon someone else woke them both up and Varden was thrilled. At first things were a little awkward. Taured wasn’t used to having someone else sharing his mind. Varden wasn’t bothered by it, he found it interesting being able to see things not only from his point of view, but also from Taured’s feelings, and soon words and thoughts.
They were inseparable, something Taured referred to as brothers. Accepting the word and relationship, they grew closer. When it was almost time to finish their training, they were offered a spot as elder teachers. Varden always questioned why Taured denied the offer. He thought that teaching new riders would be a great idea. However, he did understand how Taured didn’t find how he could keep peace that way.
When the blue divide started, Varden was thrilled to be offered another chance at being an elder. When he found out that they would be on the Council instead of teaching, he was a little confused by the idea. When Taured explained to him that they would be scouting for new races, gifted humans and more, Varden eagerly agreed to taking the position.
Ever since, they have been travelling together and finding new things.
Name: Mali Cat (no last name, says cat when asked) Age: 46 Apparent Age: 16 (by choice) Race: werecat Gender: female Occupation: traveller, thief, freeloader Allegiance: Niko and Arashi, undecided
[Appearance] Height: 5’3” Body type: slim Weight: 112 lbs. Eye color: Green Hair color: Ebony Black Ethnicity: Alagaёsian
Overall Appearance: Mali had no clue what she was for the most part of her life. Because of that, she continued to age and look her age until she was 16. It was at that time that an overwhelming emotional moment happened and she discovered her abilities. She found out how to change her appearance and could even look varying ages than she really was. Though she knew how, she decided that she would rather stay this age, even as she continued to age.
Mali is rather tall for the average werecat, standing at 5’3”. She is slim, only 112 lbs, and flat chested. With pale skin and red lips, she looks rather attractive for a woman. If only she didn’t have some differences, she would be able to pass off as a normal human. Mali has shoulder length ebony black hair which is soft to the touch. Her lacking perfection or knowledge of her magic—she calls it magic because she has no idea what it is—causes her to constantly wear her ears, tail, and claws even when in human form (though, she can hide her claws like a regular cat when she doesn’t need them). Her ears are dark at the base and gradually change colour until they are tipped white at the top. Her tail is a mash of colours from white, to black, to a white tip again. She has green, circle eyes, with slit-shaped pupils that mirror that of her cat form.
She is normally found in a green pair of lace up boots as well as a wool knit dress with black tights and arm covers, all of which she stole. She likes to run around on all fours—even when she is human—but only when the situation is dire does she do it in human form. Even though she has her tail and ears while in human form, she still desires to be as human as possible. She doesn’t change clothes much, as she likes to stay in her 16 year old body and doesn’t feel the need to look any different or dress differently.
[Personality] Likes:
Fish
Dogs, they’re cute
Niko and Arashi, they offered her a place in their home
Dislikes:
Rain
People staring at her
Rich, spoiled people
Strengths:
Fast
Able to change to the form of a feline
Weaknesses:
lacking knowledge of magic
Not able to pay for items, must steal
Fears:
Losing her tail
Habits/Quirks:
Asks many questions
very curious, gets her into trouble at times.
Overall Personality: Mali is rather shy for someone who lives off the streets. Her mother died when she was five, thus leaving her to fend for herself. She shied away from civilization—as a five year old wasn’t common to be seen walking around on their own as well as with the war going on at the time. The loud noises and action of cities also made her scared, feeling the desire to have someone there to protect her. Because of such things, she seeks and desires company. As long as someone was willing to keep her, for whatever reason, she would willingly stay with that person, even if treated improperly. Not knowing the rights and wrongs of such things, she wouldn’t see the harm of someone beating her. Though she would cry and react, she would only think it was a sign of affection, though slightly odd.
Mali is very quiet. She likes to keep to herself when in busy areas; so that she can make sure she isn’t seen. When commotion or loud noises start up in populated areas, the common reaction is to hide or find someone she trusts. Since she doesn’t have anyone she trusts, she mostly hides. She is a very curious girl, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. She likes to ask questions and find out how things work. Since she never had the luxury of ‘being a kid’ when she was far younger, her mind is still set in that of a young child or early teenager.
She enjoys having fun and tries to amuse herself often. She can be very stubborn and childish at times but serious when important matters are brought up. She is generally a very happy person and will tag along behind someone as soon as trust is built. It doesn’t take long for her to build trust, as she is a little naïve and a little too trusting. After living off the streets so long, one would figure that she would be hardened from the horrible life, but it is her own fear of being alone as well as large, crowded areas that has kept her the way she is. She is easily scared and relatively ‘jumpy’. She cries often when she is sad, though she’ll stop immediately if she is asked to by someone she trusts.
[History] Father: Human, name unknown Mother: Human, name unknown
Detailed History: Mali’s original parents were curious, watching this family as they farmed. As cats, they tended to steal some of the family’s food for their own gain. They were cats after all and the meals were almost handed to them they were that easy. One day, the woman of the family gave birth to a child, a still born child. They could understand the pain it could bring to a mother and felt sorry for the poor human. But for some reason, even unknown to her parents, they decided to leave Mali on the doorstep of the farmers’ house and hope that she would be raised. It was the curiosity of what would happen to Mali—as well as how humans could/would raise such a creature—that probably triggered their actions. They believed it would be difficult for her to grow up in a world that wasn’t her own, but they also wanted to know if it was possible. Hoping to observe whether this act would cheer the farmers up, they left soon enough. Though they did check in on her from a far distance.
Mali was ‘born’ into a rather poor family. Her parents were farmers and thus had little money. They couldn’t find work in the winter or if the frost came early in the fall, during which time they would have to hunt for their own food. All money during that time would go towards paying their property owner.
Mali never knew her father, as her mother told her that he ran off shortly after she was born. Her husband was angered at the idea of raising an unknown creature as their own child. Her mother was human and had no idea what Mali was. She had spent the last years of her life and the only years of Mali’s searching for her husband, Mali’s father. Although she was searching for most of Mali’s life, she was still able to teach and be with her daughter for a fair amount of her life so far.
Her mother taught her only a few things. Mali knows how to cook and clean. Her mother wasn't knowledgable of how to read and write, thus, Mali never had the chance to learn. She learned how to make straw dolls and other things to entertain herself for when her mother was away. The only fighting Mali ever learned was when she was a cat. The instinct of clawing and hissing come naturally to her, even when she is human. She can jump pretty well and if she took the time, she could probably learn to do flips as well.
Since her mother died, from the age of five, Mali has been trying to survive on her own as well as figure out what she is. She hasn’t had any form of education or permanent housing, stealing food from vendors and running as fast as her feet can carry her. Even though her original parents looked after her from time to time, and only from a far distance, they had lost connection with her when her human mother died. They were not able to find Mali so that they could teach her about what she really was. She had figured out on her own that she is able to change forms, which first scared her to death, as well as she can change her appearance slightly when she changes back. Although she is about a late teen/early adult for her species, she is still uncomfortable with her magic abilities, often being stuck with feline traits. She usually sports her feline ears, tail, her green eyes and retractable claws when in human form. She is currently travelling, trying to find someone else like her that may be able to give her answers. Having another being like herself would be a nice change since being alone all these years.
[/color][/size] Name: Anaria Knught (Pronounced A-n-air-ria Knot) Nicknames: Ana Age: 26 Race: Small part Elf, mostly human Gender: Female Occupation: Tradesman/blacksmith Allegiance: None at the moment
[Appearance] Height: 5’3” Body type: Skittle Weight: 124 lbs Eye color: Caramel Brown Hair color: Brunette Ethnicity: Human
Overall Appearance: Anaria is very pretty in many peoples’ opinions. She has long, curly, brown hair that ends just past her shoulders. Her hair is soft to the touch and has a natural and vibrant brown tinge to it. She has pale, white skin as well, due to lack of sun and needs to cover up in the sun as she burns easily.
She is average height for a human girl and has a slender body. She has curves at her waist but is quite flat chested, which she sees as okay (as everyone in her family had been flat chested). Ana has caramel coloured eyes with flecks of gold or orange in them when the sun shines at a certain angle. She is usually found in some of her favourite clothes, which consist of a pale tunic with vest, archer’s gauntlets on her hands and wrists, brown pants and a belt around her waist. Although it may seem that she is weak as she is so thin, it’s not quite true. She has had to carry large loads while helping her father and decent strength for forging and has a nice set of small muscles that are hidden, as her arms are only as wide as her muscles.
Ana has something that distinguishes her from other people and humans. She has a set of wings on her back. They are the result of mutated magic trying to cure her paralysed legs. The wings are a pale blue but shine a multitude of colours in the light. They are rather long with a fantasy-like style to them that make them look like they would most likely be fake or hand-made and stuck on. They don’t allow her to fly. Her wings can beat like a hummingbird’s, but not as fast.
Anaria is seen as a rarity as no one from her species has been seen before. Most humans have never seen a girl with real wings before and she is often chased to be sold into slavery. If people were to get a close enough look at her back, they’d be able to see that the wings are fused with her body and that the veins in her wings are connected to her spine. Ana hates the fact that she has a huge scar on her back where her wings sprouted. But she likes when she folds her wings in, because then she can wear clothes over top of her closed wings and can try to blend in up top with all these other people. However, when she wears her wings spread out, she has to wear customized shirts and vests with a hole in the back to allow her wings to be pulled through the fabric.
[Personality] Likes:
animals
keeping her wings clean
watching/listening to the rain
Dislikes:
war/feuds
humidity
fish (the smell and taste)
the man who made her this way
Strengths:
her caring nature
able to forge and fix weapons
she can adapt easily, even if she doesn’t want to
good with a bow and arrow
Weaknesses:
she cannot fly
her wings are her weakspot
gets lost easily
Fears:
being captured and sold
having her wings cut off (painful)
Habits/Quirks:
babbles and stutters when nervous
cracks her fingers
Overall Personality: Anaria is very open and friendly. She is open minded and will speak her mind and say what she feels. Aside from this, she is also very creative. With the acceptance of ideas and the will to try new things, she is always thinking and creating new ideas of her own on how to improve things. She had always given her ideas to her father and they had implemented them into designs together.
She is very helpful and will try her best to be there for a friend. She can be a little too trusting and might consider you a friend instantly, but that’s where she needs to learn that people can put on acts to make you think they are nice. She is a little naïve and innocent as she has never been out of the forge for long. She is rather smart, and can tell for the most part when you are trying to con her into something, but there are moments where she won’t notice and can be tricked. Maybe it’s because she wasn’t paying complete attention to the person that was talking, or she isn’t as smart as she thinks that she is. Anaria can have emotional break downs if there is too much pressure or stress being thrown at her. She can become weepy and upset from sad stories and feels the need to help people out.
Overall, Ana is a very happy person. Besides her longing to be rid of her wings, she is content to be on this little journey she is on.
Ana is very passionate and sticks to what she believes. If she were able to, she would speak her mind more often, but she is trying to cut back as much as possible. She doesn’t want to be a bother to people around her. She is very easily swayed when it comes to her well being. And even though she sticks to what she believes, she isn’t stubborn. She is able to look at both sides of a story and analyse things from multiple points of view.
Detailed History: Far back in Ana’s lineage, all of her family members were of human descent aside from one. Long before the war started between the elves and humans, back when the elves first arrived in Alagaёsia, one of Ana’s family members joined with an elf. However, it was so long ago that the trace of elven in her bloodline is thin and almost nonexistent.
Anaria was born of a simple birth to a blacksmith family. Anaria hadn’t been an easy birth for the family. Her mother had almost died during the birthing as well as Anaria hadn’t been a normal child. She was born paralysed from the waist down. Since she was a disabled child, it was hard for her parents to provide things that normal children had. Most of her days were spent in a wheeled chair, at home, watching her father work with weapons.
Her father was the best blacksmith along the silent plains. Many travellers came to his forge to fix broken weapons, purchase well quality items among other reasons. It was also in her blacksmith family history that their forge had been used to produce fine quality weapons during the blue divide.
Even though Anaria was in a wheeled chair, she still helped out at the forge, wheeling around in the chair her father had designed for her. She would even help in the process of gathering materials with similar helpful devices her father had designed for her. Anaria loved how her father was able to take something broken and fix it. Sometimes she wished that he were able to fix her as he did swords and bows but knew that it wasn’t possible.
Along with watching her father work in his forge, there were times once she was old enough that she would be the sole worker in the forge while her father was away on trades. As well as being a blacksmith, Mawthyk had been a prominent tradesman of rare items. However, when Ana had been born paralysed, he’d given up the job to help his wife take care of their disabled daughter. Now that she was old enough, he had given her the privilege of working and running the forge on her own. She took it in stride and received many compliments about being as good as her father.
However, all human life must come to an end at some point. Her father had returned to the forge one night, when Ana was sixteen, in a cold sweat. He had been caught out in the recent storm and had fallen ill. Shortly after his death, Anaria felt that she needed to travel and see the world as he had. She knew that she couldn’t be kept cooped up in the forge for the rest of her life and desired to travel the world as her father had. However, she couldn’t go too far in a wheeled chair, as the terrain wasn’t always smooth enough for her to traverse across.
While her daydreams continued about being free of her wheeled chair, it was brought to her attention of a ‘miracle worker’ staying at an inn not too far from where they were. A customer had been talking about it to a friend who’d come in with him, stating that this person was able to perform miracles such as curing the terminally ill and making gold. She didn’t believe that he could really make gold but it was interesting about the terminally ill. Did that mean that he could help her too?
After hearing about the news of the miracle worked, Ana set out to find this inn and find this man. She had a difficult time trying to get there as there was rocky terrain and the wheeled chair wouldn’t allow her to get over them. She headed home that day, worried that the miracle worker would move on before she would be able to see him about her condition. It was then that she thought of a way to get to the inn. There was a lake near the forge and she had often asked to sit by the lake, wheel around, before when her father had been alive. Her mother helped her to the lake with the help from a neighbour. Thankfully, the ground was smooth enough for her to get from the lake to the inn with ease.
Arriving at the inn, Ana met with the ‘miracle worker’ and asked if he would be able to fix her legs. She explained that she’d been born paralysed from the waist down and the miracle worker looked her up and down, remaining silent for a few moments, thinking about what could be done. It was in that time that Ana looked him up and down and decided that he was dressed rather oddly, even for a traveller. He wore bright colours and extravagant clothing with a topped hat and a cloak that looked like satin or silk. She couldn’t forget him even if she tried. He had bright red hair pulled back into a pony tail with bright neon green eyes.
He told Ana that it would be possible but there may be side effects. She didn’t care about the side effects as much as she wanted to walk for the first time in her life. Smirking to her, he dug around through his bag, finally pulling some items out and handing them to her. The miracle worker told her to recite the words written down after he would do something that appeared to be similar to a ritual. She wondered why she had to recite the words while he would perform the miracle but wasn’t worried so much as ecstatic about being able to walk.
He wheeled Ana back to the lake and performed the ritualistic actions while she recited the words that had been written. Soon after though, she had blacked out.
Ana awoke to find herself in her bedroom, in bed. Feeling downdraught that the miracle worker had failed, Ana moved to pull her chair over to the side to lift herself into it when she felt a tingling sensation in her legs. Moving in the bed, Ana was able to move her legs to stand, although wobbly at first beside her bed. She was standing! She was standing and hadn’t fallen over yet from the weight of her body! Running over to the mirror in her room, ecstatic that it had worked, it was then that Ana noticed the side effects that the miracle worker had explained. She screamed.
There, on her back, along her spinal cord was a translucent pair of blue and purple wings. She lifted her hand to feel the plastic-like material wings that connected to her spinal cord, in between her shoulder blades. They even moved! She was horrified. Her mother almost had a heart attack seeing what her daughter had done to herself, as well as the fact that she had been able to walk down stairs that morning, Ana hid herself away in the forge, hidden from sight.
What had the man done to her? She was disfigured now. The wings were highly sensitive and couldn’t even hold her weight. Yes, she had tried to fly with them, but just once. The magic that the miracle worker had to have been mutated in some way to have done this to her. She started to wonder if he had done it on purpose and whether the wings were reversible. It was then that she remembered her dream of leaving the forge and travelling the world. Even though she was apprehensive about other people seeing her, she knew that finding this man would probably lead to her answers.
So she packed up, leaving the forge to her capable mother and started her search for the man who had disfigured her.
[/color][/size] Name: Okena Johyrk Age: 30 Apparent Age: 17 Race: Half-Breed Gender: Female Occupation: travelling performer Allegiance: None at the moment
[Hydromancy] Hydromancy was created during The Preclusion War. It was first created by the Non-Humans to oppose the creation of pyromancy. Pyromancy proved to be a challenge for the Non-humans during The Preclusion War and the idea of using fire’s direct opposite as a form of attack proved a good idea at the beginning.
Hydromancy is a branch of pyromancy that uses the internal fluids and water in the body to attack and protect oneself. Similar to pyromancy, the hydromancer-to-be undergoes a magical procedure that alters the body’s ability to cast magic, forcing the mage to specialise. Hydromancers sacrifice the versatility of magic allowing for an unmatched use of substances, requires less energy than standard magic, and does not require the use of the ancient language. However, there is a downside to hydromancy that is the reason it was deemed too impractical to continue researching.
The body’s compositional structure is only 79% water. As one ages, the percentage of water in the body decreases. With aging, the chances of performing hydromancy with internal fluids and water decreases as well. A hydromancer must always be aware of how much internal fluids they use. Being able to use any form of internal fluid, tapping into certain sources and using too much may lead to serious consequences such as blood loss, dehydration, stomach ulcers, blood clots, etc, depending entirely on the source drawn from.
Differing from pyromancy, there is no minimum amount of energy required to perform magic. Pyromancers must be aware of how much energy is placed into conjuring flames as too little energy will cause their flame to go out and will die. Hydromancers have an advantage in that aspect as there is no minimum amount of energy required to conjuring their water, just a maximum. The more energy is placed into conjuring the water, the more water is used up during the spell.
Theoretically, as a hydromancer evolves and advances their abilities, they can harness external sources to aid in conjuring their fluids. Once at such a stage, only the bare minimum of internal fluid is required to access the external source. The internal fluids interact and merge with the external fluid sources and like running water, synchronise into one source. Doing so has little ill effect on the individual as only a minimal amount of internal fluid is used.
(I say theoretically since no one was supposed to continue with hydromancy after it was deemed too impractical.)
It is also correct to assume that a hydromancer may draw external sources into their body to replenish their internal sources. Only highly skilled hydromancers are capable of doing such a thing. It requires a large amount of energy to transform external fluid sources into the required internal sources. Changing water to blood—for example—is also a highly painful practice and is rarely performed. If performed incorrectly, the hydromancer may end up killing themselves.
Overall Appearance: Okena is considered very pretty. With silver strands of hair that goes down to her lower back, she has it pulled out of her eyes with a deep blue ribbon. Her eyes are a cross between a burnt orange and caramel colour. She has a distinguishable and prominent nose from her father, although not as bulbous as his. With thin lips, she is always wearing a smile about her features.
Okena likes to dress rather casually. She has a pale magenta tunic that extends to mid thigh in the front and past her knees in the back with a stand pouch bag around her waist. The bag is magical and was received as a form of payment for her performances. The bag is magically enhanced to be bottomless. She could put anything of any size and any amount in and the pouch would never grow bigger or smaller.
She wears a long deep blue scarf around her neck and black gloves over her arms. Black tights and lace-up boots complete her look with daggers hidden in her boots for protection. She also wears two bracelets on her right hand that belonged to her mother, the only thing she has of her.
Okena is rather tall for a girl. She stands at 5’11”, nearly six feet tall. Even among the female elves in Alagaesia, she is tall in comparison. Her feet are rather large due to her father’s species and she has to have custom made boots.
[Personality] Likes:
animals
water
watching/listening to the rain
Dislikes:
war/feuds
putting too much effort into pointless things
Strengths:
her hydromancy
sense of direction
drawing
Weaknesses:
maximum amount of energy able to put into her hydromancy
determined when she sets her mind to it, even if pointless
Fears:
using too much energy
not being able to use her hydromancy any more
Habits/Quirks:
stutters when nervous
dances around when happy
Overall Personality: Okena is a friendly person. She tends to slack off at times, not wanting to put effort into pointless things. She isn’t very good at school work and excels at individual practice when it comes to her hydromancy. She can be stubborn at times when she believes that she is right and can be determined when she sets her mind to it. Overall she likes to be alone although prefers company when she can find it. She is a fun loving person and likes to have a good time.
Being raised by her father without any female influence, she is very much like a tomboy. She doesn’t know much about how to be feminine. Although she knows the gist of what it means to be a girl, she has no idea what it’s like to date or be interested in boys. She is rather focused now of perfecting her art and decided that she doesn’t have time to look at boys.
[History] Father: Wynn Johyrk—deceased Mother: Human woman, name unknown—deceased
Detailed History: Okena’s father was once a nobleman in Empire Nirvana. Being a prominent figure in their society, he was held with respect within their community. He came from one of the smaller isles surrounding Empire Nirvana.
It was years after he had become leader of his isle when famine and plague overcame the land that the humans were living on. They approached the non-human land to plead with the non-humans to allow them to settle on their land. However, the false gods, whom they worshipped, had said no and killed the politicians that had been sent in the place of the people. That’s when the war first started.
At first the war was one like any other. People joined sides and fought one another. However, there was an uprising between those who worshipped the false gods and those who didn’t. Those who didn’t worship the false gods eventually joined sides with the humans. It was about six to seven years into the war when pyromancy was created. It was a process created by the non-humans and allowed the humans to wield and use magic stronger than anything they had been able to use up until this point.
The pyromancy proved to be a difficult weapon to oppose and leaders who still worshipped the false gods were called upon to come up with an opposition to the pyromancers. It was then that Wynn left his isle and joined the war with an active effort. Before being summoned, the isle knew about the war but hadn’t taken sides in the war.
Now that Wynn and others had been given the task of finding something to oppose pyromancy, it was then that they created hydromancy. Wynn had been the leading researcher on the subject at the time and became obsessed with the idea. Upon testing and performing the hydromancy, the non-humans found it difficult to control the water and the side effects of using bodily fluids to be too overbearing. Just when Wynn was about to announce a breakthrough in hydromancy, the false gods and other non-humans deemed the practice to be too impractical to continue researching.
Devastated that he hadn’t been able to announce his breakthrough with connecting with external water sources, he was pushed aside and back to his isle. Even with his persistence to tell the people about his discovery, he was soon cast aside and a new leader was elected on the isle.
The war ended with the false gods being killed and many wanted to leave it at that. Many still worshipped the false gods, however, wanted an end to the war and left well enough alone.
Even though he wasn’t the leader of his isle any more, Wynn still tried to get people’s attention about hydromancy, stating that it could be as strong as pyromancy. People thought him to have gone insane during the war, he was pretty much avoided after the war ended. It was then that he went into seclusion, silently working and expanding his hydromancy abilities in secret.
During his years in seclusion, he discovered even more about hydromancy. He was able to harness external sources of water with minimal energy to do so. He grew envious of how pyromancy grew to be a wide spread ability and source of power among many in Empire Nirvana.
Many years later, as he grew older and his hydromancy started to fail him, as did his health, he decided he need to continue this method or else it would be lost forever. There wasn’t anyone practising the technique as he had and he couldn’t bear to think of what would happen if it died with him.
Having the idea to have children and pass the secret on to them, Wynn found a human woman on the isle and impregnated her. During the pregnancy, he behaved well, never once practising his hydromancy in fear that it may drive the woman away. He treated her well, even thinking that after the birth of their child, that he may be able to share his secret with her. However, he wouldn’t be able to share his secret for a while as the woman died during child birth.
Having no idea how to raise a child, Wynn did the best he could to raise Okena. She doesn’t have any bad memories with her father, always wanting his praise and happiness. If Wynn told Okena that something would make him happy, then she would do her best to make him smile. It was then that Wynn discovered at a young age, that he could make Okena his hydromancer.
Okena was only four when she underwent the process of becoming a hydromancer. Her father had developed the method and technique of allowing the body to use its fluids as expendables during combat and had no problem performing the act on his daughter. It proved fruitful though since she was experienced in the art at a young age and had a natural talent for the art. She was his precious prodigy.
It was many years later when Okena was twenty when she was practising her hydromancy outside in the rain and people saw her. They approached her father, claiming that he still worshipped the false gods by teaching and performing such an act on his daughter and chased them out of Empire Nirvana.
Finding Alagaesia, her father and Okena set up a farm along the coast in one of the small villages. They had the best crops in the area and people came from all over to trade with them. It was mainly because they used hydromancy to make sure their crops were always watered that allowed such a bountiful harvest every year.
However, all good things must end when Okena’s father passed away. Losing interest in the farm, Okena decided that she would travel around the area and discover what she could.
She is currently a traveller who makes money in the form of performing.
