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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 5:09 pm
Name" Eira Dubar
Age: 19
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 115
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Special Class feat: I have a pine marten named Ellonwy. She's quite intelligent and know my commands fairly well.
Position in society: Commoner
Place of residence: Brougham Kingdom
Deity: Liena
Other: I am unique in the fact that my eyes are not both of the same color. I have one eye, that is blue as the sky, and one, that is green as the leaves on a willow in summertime.
Personality: To start off, I am determined. I have a strong sense of determination, and I use my guiding morals to complete tasks that have been set for me. I am solitary, and prefer the company of few, aside from Ellonwy. I don't talk much, but that does not mean I am unintelligent. In fact, my silence is the time I spend making calculations and weight consequences and outcomes. I am duty bound, and patient. I prefer to finish quests before starting new ones, which makes me thorough. I have a multi-track and task mind, which means I think of several different things at once, even if they aren't all related to one another. I am not forgetful, I am strong-willed, and I can be stubborn. I don't like asking for help, and will deny it until i am in dire need, which usually means bleeding out, or passing out. All in all, I'm quite well rounded and friendly, just quiet and constantly thinking.
Biography: I was born into a small common family. My father was a marksman, and my mother was a simple seamstress in the Brougham kingdom. I was the third child born to my parents. I was a surprise as far as appearances go. My parents were both brown haired, and yet, I came out with a shock of hair that was red as the coals as they burned while the fire was lit. My eyes of course, like many infants had chosen a shade of blue-grey to make an appearance. It was quite common, as they matched the shade of my mother's and my oldest sibling. My father's eyes were brown, as well as my second eldest sibling. We were a happy family. My older siblings, one boy, George, and one Girl, Mary, took up jobs similar to the parent of their respected gender. I was the only different one, preferring to learn archery and the ways of a bow rather then the more feminine route of the seamstress. There was no desire in me to design gowns for people far richer then my family and myself. I took the more adventurous route.
When I was three, my eyes had finally settled, choosing not the shade of my mother's eyes, nor my father's, but a shade each that was as brilliant as the color of my hair. My father was a bit disheartened. He sensed that I would not do so good as a marksman. I couldn't depend on hiding terribly long and with exact precision. I was too restless as a child. My hair could be seen from quite a distance, even when it was wrapped, or I was hooded. My eyes were as alarming and easy to spot as my hair, if it was not the fiery fibers that were poking through the foliage. So instead, while training me the bow, my father turned me towards animals. Smaller one to begin with. I liked them, and they seemed to like me. My father would take me to market on occasion, where he could sell game when he wasn't on assignment. I would be allowed to play with the hounds and their pups if my father's friend's had brought them along. As I aged, it was the horses that came next into my sense of understanding. the strong beasts that many rode in and out on. Our family made enough money to own one, if we had the space permitted. being that we didn't, we focused on smaller animals and more useful practices of purchasing with our funds.
When I was nine, my mother gave birth to a set of twins. the exertion form this venture, with the addition of her rising age took her from my family. George had taken a wife, and Mary was in an engagement for a husband. There wasn't someone around to take care of the twins besides myself and my father. Being the good man I knew him to be, even with a broken heart, my father took care of those twins, allowing me to continue my training with George when he wasn't busy with his wife and his unborn child that was on the way. Mary stopped in only on the occasions that I needed new pants or a gown here and there. I was responsible for bringing in game when meat couldn't be bought because Father couldn't take the twins hunting. We had a particularly cold winter that year. Our small house, thought warm, was not enough to give shelter to infants with no mother, and a father who was not equipped to play both roles. We lost the younger of the twins, leaving one girl. My father was distraught at losing this piece of his late wife. It took him much to continue going, though his heart broke putting an infant in the ground next to my mother.
I grew and aged into maturity and through changes that began in my body. With no mother and Mary gone and always busy with her husband, it was a surprise I made it through the difficult time at all. My fifteenth year was the awakening of myself, and the loss of my father. With my considerable adult status, I was responsible for the girl that was left of the twins, Atalla. I didn't know much about caring for a child. I was not a mother. I was only a sibling. My father and mother had left me for death. My sister was occupied with her husband and child, with the potential of more on the ways. George was the only one who seemed to understand and was not consumed with himself. He took the task of taking our youngest sibling into his care to raise along side his boy Fallon, who was the same age.
Without the responsibility of looking after another human mouth, I was left with how I was to handle myself. George had taken the time and chance to manage the small house my father had left behind. He gave ti to me, though it was not huge. He told me that I deserved something of my own, given that his house would be full with Atalla, Fallon, and his own wife. Mary did not visit nor call upon our home, and therefore, I would be left the house to make my living. With this understanding, I took the best job I was suited for. As a ranger I could take my love and ability to train animals and my bow skills into a profession. I could work under contract or simply as my own person, depending on how things worked. Despite the many attempts George has had of me to marry and find some security in a husband, i remain free and unshackled to a relationship. The only true responsibility I have aside from managing my home, finances, and contracts is the feeding of Ellonwy. She was the first animal I ever trained efficiently enough that she was comfortable to stay with me and I with her.
Puppet master: Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 9:13 pm
Katsa Bellecote - Adventurer - Magi - Raoullin - Stelaluna Skywind here
Name: Katsa Bellecote
Age: Twenty Three
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 120 lbs
Race: Human
Class: Magi
Special Class feat: Producing and controlling Fire.
Position in society: Adventurer
Place of residence: Raoullin Kingdom
Deity: Virili
Other: She's barren, and prays to Virili in hopes that one day, she will be granted some sort of miracle just like her mother and be able to produce a child.
Personality: Purple a mystery, as she's quite mischievous. To those close to her, she is fiercely loyal and protective. She is kinda and compassionate, and a driven task worker. Knowing nothing will come easily, she works for what she wants, even when some would set said goals as impossible to achieve. She believes positivity is the key to keeping sane minds and cunning thoughts. She is also calm and levelheaded, seeing her abilities as a gift that are also a burden. She is responsible and not power mad, and often seeks to aid those below her station and position to balance the blessings she's been granted in life. Steadfast,strong, and courageous, she is a much better friend than an enemy, and will prove to be quite stubborn when forced in directions that do no please her, or are against her morals.
Biography: A long hard road, growing up, Katsa was nothing more than a commoner's daughter. She was the only child of her parents, a devoted couple. Her mother was a midwife, and her father a simple farmer. It was not an easy childhood, but it couldn't be seen as terribly difficult either. Her mother, despite being a midwife and turning everything she had to provide for those who sought her care, had complications with birthing. Katsa was something of a miracle. The only child she would ever be able to have. While this was normally the cause of strife in some families, as they would never have a male heir to take on the family name, both parents were ecstatic to have been blessed with a child at all. Happy as they were, they always believed their child had been a gift of the Gods. Something was undoubtedly special about their child, even if it was just the miracle of her birth and good health as an infant. Coming out with a shock of dark hair, and brilliant blue eyes, her mother claimed that she was to be their water child of the summer. However, the mother was off in her assumption of elemental claim.
It was apparent, as Katsa aged from infant to toddler, that there was indeed something more to her than just the miracle of her birth. The child was always hotter in temperature then what a normal child should have been, but it didn't seem to bother Katsa. She would go out and play just like all the other children. She didn't much care for the rain, and would complain that it was always so frigid and cold, even when it was a warm summer rain. She would spend hours staring at the crackling flames, admiring the way they danced. She would explain to her mother that the fire told her stories, that it would talk with her and tell her things about itself and it's origins. This perturbed the parents who lovingly doted upon their child. Was it another blessing? Or was this a claim from a darker being? They were purely uncertain, and were often a little wary of the child, given the way she spoke, enraptured about the flames that told her secrets that she could not tell her parents. her excuses being that they would not understand the language of the flames, and what it meant.
One day, to her mother's horror, they came into the small central room in their home to see their daughter playing with burning coals, blowing upon them to see the embers reignite and dance in front of her eyes for a few moments before they flickered out of existence. Her mother shrieked and cast the coals from her hands and doused them with cold water, expecting them to be burned and blistered, but Katsa's hand were unmarked. It was then that her mother realized her blessing for what it was. Katsa was to be a mage. There was no hard feelings, or anyway around it truly. The mother saw that her daughter was gifted and insisted upon getting her proper training. It would be hard, because they had very little money to spare, and they did not wish to simply give their child away to practice magic, but they knew what had to be done, and what would be best for their daughter. It all worked out fortunately, given that a practiced wizard had used the mother as a midwife for the birth of his first child. Katsa's mother had made a very difficult and potentially lethal birth into a safe delivery that had produced a son. When the desperate mother sought his assistance, the wizard agreed to help with Katsa's tutelage.
The raven haired female wanted nothing to do with this at first. She argued that she already had to attend lessons to learn, and that the fire did not like this wizard. She did not want to share it's secrets with him, and she did not want to learn from him. He approached her with the best care he could, and though she was a difficult pupil, she began learning lessons on control form the wizard, starting with meditation. He claimed her magic tended to be on the wild side, but with proper training, she would be able to control it better. The two would take trips often to go out and study, and as Katsa grew from a wayward child into her teens, she became much more intrigued to finding things out about her powers and growing her abilities. She did not seek power with evil intent, she simply sought to learn all she could and adapt it to help people as her mother had taught her. The winter of her thirteenth year was particularly harsh on the piece of Raoullin country that she lived in. Sickness hit harshly and took many lives. It attacked those who had seemed the strongest, including Katsa's mother. Despite the best efforts of the doctors they could afford, as well as Katsa's own will and determination, the middle-aged midwife was lost unto the fold.
It hit hard on the young girl, who turned reclusive and dangerous. Heart broken, she started to neglect her studies and the things that the wizard had taught her. She let her powers run rampant around her, instead of trying to keep them under control, which often caused her trouble. Her immediate neighbors ostracized her, and wanted nothing to do with her in fear that they would set her into a destructive mood. She often spent time alone, brooding, and hiding from herself. She had done everything for her mother, because it seemed to make her happy. Now, without someone to work for, she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue. At thirteen, she was confused, conflicted, and purely just lost. Her father was lost to her, turning to find his comforts in drinks. The wizard was out serving the kingdom, giving her the space he figured she needed when she had asked for it. She felt completely alone. With no one to confide in, she only became more surly and unruly. She caused more harm than anything, and by the time the wizard returned form his campaign, Katsa wouldn't come out form her room.
It took much coaxing and talking before the young mage could be convinced that life would indeed go on, and that she would be able to control hings once again, after she stopped trying to squander her abilities. They had only run rampant because she had tried to contain them and ignore them, but they still existed. She set out with her training once again, touring the country side and taking on campaigns given to her via the kingdom of Raoullin as well as that of the wizard. With all the campaigns and missions she accomplished, Katsa, going from a teen to a young woman, to an adult gained a reputation around the kingdom. Many call her "Raoullin's Flame" as she is one of the prestigious fire mages for the kingdom. She is also known for her kindness to the common people, and those who are lower in station, for to Katsa, there is no station or place. She respects everyone based on station, of course, but truly, there is no station based on where you begin life in her own mind.
Killable: Yes
Puppet master: Stellaluna Skywind
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