[Oblivionite Mother:]
XXX● Quelsia Legalia ●
Quelsia was born into a family with a long tradition of becoming assassins, infiltrators, and saboteur's. Like her mother and father before and her brothers along side her, she was expected to choose any if not all these fields to specialize in and to serve her people the best they could by gaining information and dispatching those who poised a threat to their cause.
Dovaa Father:
XXX● Burrom Odsa ●
Burrom had no such stipulations laid upon him growing up, he choose to become a spear wielder and become a bodyguard to those who were weaker than him. Not to say the Burrom couldn't be influenced if a large some of coin was flashed in his face. For it is exactly that situation that led him to meet Quelsia.
Just don't get into a discussion about the war, for he believes that if the Dovaa's got together with their dragon strength they could easily put an end to the endless bickering, but that is arrogance for you.
General Summary:
Quelsia was on a mission when she came across Burrom, disguised she was to infiltrate the masquerade and assassinate an low political figure who represented the Oblivionites but had been recently been discovered to be a traitor to the cause in years past. The assassin hadn't been counting on a bodyguard hat was just as stubborn as she was. Through a strange set of circumstances a drinking contest had been proposed to see which of them could hold their liquor. This led...to a series of unfortunate events.
The assassin had vanished the body guard shamed as he was found naked in his bed chambers as well hung over. Strangely the political figure had remained unharmed, but being viewed as a negligent man Burrom was dismissed from his duties and forced to return home his pride less than intact. Returning to his training to make sure that this event never occurred again it was..perhaps a year later that something else...bizarre occurred .
Burrom had ..no idea how she found him again, but on a dark night that assassin reappeared declaring that he had fathered a child and that it was his decision on wither it lived or died, for she was going to leave the baby with him. Hot words were thrown in the cool air, accusations...denial and violence threatened, only the sound of a baby crying managed to still them both into silence.
A final warning and the woman and baby left, he had until the next day to make his decision. Only Burrom wasn't given that chance...after a restless nights sleep he awoke to the sound of an infant wailing beside his bed. At some point the assassin had managed to get into his bed chambers and leave the baby there. Impressed and irritated at the same time..he was forced to make an immediate decision. Should he take care of the baby? Or abandon it to its fate?
Burrom wasn't a monster...he wasn't about to leave a defenseless infant to die of exposure. And thus...Tilawen was given a name and her story began.
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Growing up Burrom took the arms length approach to raising his daughter. Though still unsure about whither Tilawen was truly of her blood, it became apparent the older she got that she was indeed her fathers daughter. Their hair color was the same...their ..eyes (if you could call the glowing green orbs within Tilawen's skull eyes) also matched. Horn styles...were similar and she was drawn to fire...just like her father.
At the age of four she met her grandparents for the first time, and learned a new word that was meant to represent her. Mistake. Though Burrom's parents didn't dare breath a word of her presence to anyone and it strained their relationship with their son greatly, they bitterly took care of the girl when needed to.
As she got older..new problems arose, Burrom couldn't hide her forever she was getting big enough she couldn't be..hidden as easily. One day she was spotted doing chores in her backyard, the kids who had found her were cruel and threw stones while others went to go adults to to have her presence taken care of. The result was Burrom being forced to abandon his well earned home, and banished with his young daughter to the outskirts of town. Unable to make a decent living here his name smeared by Tilawen's presence being know Burrom was forced to take jobs that were further away than he liked.
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- Ysali Dragon Orb x1
- Ayrala Dragon Orb x 2
- Kiandri Dragon Orb x7
- Firani Dragon Orb x 8
- Peisio Dragon Orb x1
- Diabi Dragon Tear x1
- Pearly Scale x2
