Username : Navywolf
Time Zone : PST
Journal Type : [PPC-J]
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Username : Navywolf
Time Zone : PST
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Character Info
Name : Aylana Larossen
Age : 32
Gender : Female
Position: Teacher of Tarallus History at Jaradin College
Appearance : Aylana doesn't have very many unique features. She has long, deep black hair, often worn in a messy bun with chunks hanging down over her face. Her eyes are a vibrant green, perhaps a bit more emerald-bright than normal. She will wear almost anything, though she does like slightly decorated tops and either pants or skirts. She prefers pants, though when at work she will relent and wear a nice skirt. Dresses are only for formal occasions, though she doesn’t hesitate to show off while wearing one. Green and black are her preferred colors. Often around her neck is a black leather collar, studded with tiny white gems, a family heirloom that has been passed down for many generations.
Personality : Aylana is a rather tough woman, not at all like the gown-clad girls you may be used to. Her strength and toughness are what gave her the ability to get into and survive in the Guard, and allow her to defy those who said a woman shouldn’t have done her kind of work. She is still tough now, and sometimes reverts to her Guard training; any student who receives one of her punishments can vouch for it. She can teach with compete seriousness, treating her topics with respect and giving a dagger-eyed glare to those who joke around in class. However, when not teaching or on better terms with students, she becomes a more relaxed person, enjoying being around others and having a good time, though likely not the kind a student would talk to about an emotional difficulty. She can be sarcastic to her students when she feels like it or they ask for it. As her Daemon, Kardamian, shows, she is very swift and agile, with the mind of a hunter, though she can be serious when needed.
Keywords [5 Max]: sarcastic, tough, serious, quick, cunning
History : Aylana grew up in a lower class family of five: her two parents and her brothers, one older and one younger. Hers was just above the poorest, and so the few things they had were treasured. They were always kind and loving, never even dreaming of cheating others for what they needed. Many other people liked them, and Aylana fit in rather well, easily able to join in the boys’ play as if she was one of them. At this age, she was never really on the path to becoming one of the city’s Guard, much less a teacher at the most famous college in the world. Of course, that had to change, as fate always decides.
Late one night, her family’s home was burned to the ground by one of Aylana’s father’s few enemies. It was bad, but not the most tragic incident for her; the family still had each other. The heirloom, a black leather collar studded with small gems, survived when Aylana remembered to grab it as she rushed out. They were forced to live on the streets afterwards, having nothing to get back on their feet with. Then, a day Aylana was out searching for food for the family, they were all killed. Her father, mother, brothers: all lay dead when she returned to the alley. The only thing the killers hadn’t taken was the black collar. It was also the only thing Aylana took with her to remember them by. It was at this time her Daemon began to emerge. She was fifteen.
She managed to make her way in the world, going to Jaradin herself, and finally being able to become one of the Shield, hoping to finally find the ones who killed her family. As she strove to rise in rank, her Daemon became clearer and clearer: a brown and red hawk. He was named Kardamian, though she called him Kar or Damian for short. He shared the same fiery spirit as her, and helped her become a better and better guard. Finally, the same time as Aylana caught the murderer of her family, he became a True Form; they both believe the finding of her family’s killer was the trigger for his True Form. It was also then that she suddenly realized that, with the killer caught and punished justly, there was nothing more driving her to stay as a guard. Though her want of justice was still there, it wasn’t as strong as before, and she found herself wondering what she was doing there. She finally resigned on good standing with the rest of the Guard, and remembered that she had adored her history classes at Jaradin. Her work in the Guard had also enabled her to hear many of the legends and other historical things that had happened, and so she went to Jaradin again, though this time searching for a teacher’s post. She was gratefully accepted as both a history teacher and (in her eyes, of course) sort of a patroller of the school, and has been teaching ever since.
