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Character Name: Feralaina
Age: 34
Race: Celestial
Gender: Female
Domain: Nebula

Appearance
Skin tone/Build: Hers was the tone of alabaster - flesh a pale hue of one who reflected the pure, blinding core of an exploding star with only the barest touch of sun's golden kiss. A body built of pure carnal passion, she only came to five foot two inches tall from ground up with a generously proportioned bust, voluptuous hips, and the kind of waist women spend their entire lives starving themselves and exercising to excess for. Mischief and chaos were held in eyes the color of a muted shallow reef, reflecting both the brilliance of a glittering gem and the emptiness of a void. A triangular shaped face held those eyes; a strong chin jutted out pointedly in a fashion, much like the bottom-most reaches of a heart, and was accentuated by full, ruby-stained lips and a nose that was small and ever so slightly pointed upward at its tip.

Hair color and style: Cascades of red the color of molten lava laced with highlights of liquid gold and nebula-lit amethyst rippled and waved down the length of a slender back down to the lower reaches of her buttocks. Its writhing tresses tend to curl back up and wrap sensually around her limbs. As untamed as the wild, her hair is never bound, but left to whip freely in any breeze that comes along, its length uniform as it caresses against cheek and flesh.


Distinguishing Traits:
There are many things that could readily identify the voluptuous woman in a crowd, be it from her locks of emblazoned fire to her pale skin, to her impossible curves, but there are a few things that pick her out of any group.

- About her neck and throat sits the clasped ends of a gold choker. A cascade of emeralds and sapphires drip from swooping chains that dip down the front of her chest to an amazing rack. As if of spun gold, the downward pyramid of drooping links intersect and work their way across alabaster skin, the blue and green hues winking out at passers-by as if acting as a beacon to those seeking a night's refuge within a warm embrace.

- Her right bicep is dominated by an old Egyptian style arm bangle fashioned of gold and designed into the appearance of a snake. With head lowered, it leers out from against her flesh with twin eyes made of ornately cut onyx before rising up and then falling back down again in a spiral about her limb, its tail looping back upwards to curl lazily near its body.

- When unclothed the left side of her waist is dominated by discolored flesh marking the scar where a crudely fashioned bone knife tore a garish, uneven laceration through her skin. These jagged marks stretch from just to the side of her stomach to the side of her back in one wide, solid gash.

Abilities & Weaknesses

Talents: Trained in the art of seduction, Feralaina's main talent is in pleasure and entertainment of a more personal nature. She has dedicated her life to providing a service, and it is to this end that she travels the world to ease its "sorrows". She has also grown rather efficient at knife play, having taken to hiding one within the bountiful folds of her dresses in a small sheath strapped to her upper thigh. Her travels have resulted in much learning, and a she has even begun to learn herbal and alchemical poisons from an Ahi customer. Whilst her skill is still limited, she can at least use what she knows to aid her in her self-defense.

Strengths:
- Manipulation.
- Well-educated, she's at least intelligent.
- Seduction.

Weaknesses:
- Prone to fits of passion and emotion in general, she can often become oblivious to anything but the sheer intensity of the currently active sentiment.
- Having focused on her 'physical' studies, she is ill-versed in how to use her own Tiya, nor does she know a wide variety of magic.
- Not being versed in magic doesn't mean she doesn't have any. Particularly violent or intense mood swings can oftentimes trigger a discharge of Tiya, usually with devastating results, that she later forgets how she managed in the first place.
- Tends to lack empathy of any kind.

Tiya:
- Hers is the realm of destruction, the very brink of life beating its last. More often than not, this manifests in brilliant flame; be it raining carnage from the skies or the earth breaking open to spew forth lava from its depths. Such acts often come during moments of rage and are always uncontrolled, therefore the how's of creating such an effect is never remembered after.

This form of magic use very literally leaves Fera drained of energy, resulting in the Celestial "hibernating" for several days after such an episode.

- She is also incredibly manipulative. On the very rare occasion, she can manipulate reality into illusion, though such a thing is more often used during her "business" relations. However, due to her incredible lack of training, these effects rarely last too long and usually border more on the sensual than anything else.

Personality
Feralaina is a remarkably fearless woman, her every breath infused with a life many envy, and others fear. Many would consider her ruthless, cruel, or simply heartless where others would find her sensually compassionate, open-minded, and thoroughly giving; it all truly depends on her mood. When angered her temper is like that of liquid metal with threats that are hardly idle; when pleased she is like the most docile of kittens, and her mischievous antics are often either laced with sugar or poison - the risk is yours to take. Fera moves where emotion takes her, uncaring of how those emotions may affect others and oftentimes simply oblivious. Other times, she delights in the chaos that results from her actions, and one of her favorite past times is manipulating others to collapse a peg or two on their own proverbial, self-imposed pedestals - whether this be through carnal pleasures, losing tempers, or even simply defying their own morals. Whatever the reason, an acceptable result is that interactions generally end up with the second party feeling some form of self-disgust for having allowed themselves to be manipulated into such a situation to begin with. Everyone hates a high horse.

Back Story/Character History
From the time she could walk, Feralaina was running headfirst into life. Mischief and chaos followed her nearly everywhere she went, and 'trouble' and Feralaina eventually became practically synonymous. That's not to say she was always bad, however, and Fera soon learned that her charming looks could be used to disarm the most iron-willed of opponents. As she grew older, and began to fill out, she found that this advantage was much to her liking, something she could use for amusement and profit. Manipulation became a key ingredient to her daily routine as Fera lived life as though it was her last, and with such a lifestyle as hers, it very well could be.

It was in her twenties that Feralaina learned a very valuable lesson: Once betrayed, the 'victim' of such malicious schemes as hers can often become terribly violent and are almost always unforgiving. Unable to live with their own guilt or self-disgust at what they had done at her behest, she found that sometimes her toys lashed back. Eventually this would become another source of fun for her, but that first retaliation served as a ghastly reminder to her that she would be unable to continue as she did without learning some kind of means to protect herself. It was at this point in her life that she began studying forms of protection in order to defend herself from attackers which led to an interest in subtle torture techniques.

She did not walk away unscathed however. The encounter had left her badly wounded and on the brink of death. It was during that time where she lay battered and bruised, waiting for the wounds of a jagged bone knife in her side to heal, that she met Khalindra. Lacking sympathy for the woman who brought such tragedy upon herself, Khalindra nevertheless took pity on her distant cousin, bestowing her with the gift of a scroll before her departure in hopes that, perhaps, a companion may draw Feralaina back from her destructive path. It wouldn't, at least not completely, though the creature borne of that scroll would eventually tame the wily beast within Fera enough that her every waking moment would not be consumed with the overwhelming urge to exploit every claim at false innocence that she encountered.

Eventually Fera calmed, though she was never tamed, and became more focused on those needs of men and women around Svatura that held true to their carnal passions, those people who sought to indulge in ecstasy, or were simply lonely and needed companionship for a mere few hours, a night, however long they wished to feel noticed. Feralaina, a force of raw passion, swept the tides of the world, following the current whichever way it led, and became known amongst those of both lower and upper society both. She catered to the whims and wants of those willing to pay a price for her service, her affections, and her talents, but never did she forget her first lesson in self-preservation and never did she cease to educate herself. Instead she pushed forward through life, living each day as she had before and leaving nothing untouched that she might regret not having done in the years to come.

Her travels have now taken her throughout Svatura, daring even the most treacherous of locations and cities. During her travels, she has met a great many people, some hostile, some friendly, and even some willing to teach a gal a little something she doesn't already know.


Caravan Upbringing and Ties
Fera was born a Celestial, but always found wanderlust in her heart, even more so than those within the Caravan. Many years carried her through the travels of the Caravan, and she always found herself veering away from every stop they made, wandering off into the surrounding cities with their dangers and their offerings. Feralaina was consumed by a destructive nature, not so much of her own desire, but because of the domain she ruled. As a star burns brighter and brighter before it is consumed with the explosion of a brilliant death, so too did Fera live her life.

She found excitement in every obstacle she faced, every close call that she encountered. Such a lifestyle lead her away from the Caravan, seeking out thrills she would never find within the travels of the train itself. While her departure was amicable, leaving under good terms for as far as she was aware, she moved out into the world feeling the freedom of the wind against her skin. She had been about twelve when her magic manifested and this, to her, was a sign of freedom. Rather than taking to training her magic, she took it upon herself as a sign of womanhood, maturity, and the security that she was grown and could take care of herself. This was when she departed ways with the Caravan to make her own way.

Astral Personality/Information
Malleus appears as feral as his companion is, his countenance often invoking fear or discomfort in crowds long before his wayward charge even opens her mouth. He is logic to Fera's impulse, often whispering hints of warning long before his cohort makes her initial move and often keeping her out of the worst case scenario situations. Calm and thoughtful, Malleus is incredibly slow to anger and, unlike Feralaina, is not often prone to fits of hysteria or rage. He does, however, delight in their many conversations along the topics of devious, delinquent behavior, often guiding his companion to safer, cleaner ways of approaching her plots of ruinous design; after all, it's more fun when they come back for more.

Ahhh Fera I missed you. Approved~