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History

The aughter of Reillan and Variel andSister to Reina, Variel has left Oba where her parents hold important positions to strike out on her own in Matori, where she thought some childhood friends would be but one had left and the other was busy with his own things. She had already bought a small cottage there and decided to stay. A soldier for hire she accepted a job with a fellow called Viltre who was related to people she had grown up with in Matori when she was not in Oba with her family.

After a most interesting night on a job where both may have been inebriated to start things that neither initially remembered they decided to give it an actual go. It had turned out well for them, slowly they worked on either others problems and eventually they took a third mate who had been one of Variel's childhood friends from a prominant Matorian vill...family. Einsol became their plus one and was summarily accepted as a mate for them both.

Eventually their love bore fruit and Variel bore two beautiful daughters; Iorhel and Tiahem.

Personality
A bit Stuck up - Initially Variel thought she was better than others but avid character building over time has cured her somewhat of the affliction.

Keen and Sneaky - She is bright which she needs to be to keep up with her scribe mate and his dealings in the underground shifty bits of tendaji.

Loyal - A great characteristic inherited from both of her parents she is very loyal and will support those she loves with her last breath.

Actually quite sweet if you get past all the barriers and earn her trust.

Likes adventures and long walks on the beach, flowers.

Hates swimming, large bodies of water ( not to look at thats fine, she just doesnt like boats), amphibians. Mud. Ick.

Hair Inspo: XxX 1st photo

Mount Link:Xarthin

She had been walking around in the inner city perhaps getting closer to some stranger areas, wondering if she would find any handsome hybrids about. Honestly, when she wasn't training she was bored and she needed some mischief to get into. Not there wasn't plenty of mischief everywhere, but she wanted a certain kind of mischief, playful, edgy, brawley. Anything not too serious to ease the boredom. She swaggered into a pub and look for someone appropriate to punch to start a real good brawl.
What better way to train to fight then to live it. Plus she was sneaky. She would blame a different person for the sudden start. She had hidden her face so no one would see her youth. Now she got to work picking a target and setting her plan into motion. She waited for a brutish looking fellow who was deep in his cups to have his head down when someone with ale was walking by.
She carefully timed it, bumping into the table and flicking ale and pointing with eyebrows raised at the guy walking by when the target looked up. Using a slieght of hand trick that her father had taught her, she dropped the mug, catching it where he couldn't see.The male slouched over the table looking incensed and had turned a fetching maroon in the face. Variel's eyes were wide with pure sweet innocence an expression she had stolen from Iexa who had perfected it. He acted predictably. And luckily for her no one seemed to have noticed her lie. She had just the slightest smirk, the slightest, upturn to one side of her mouth, an indistinct sparkle to her eye.
The brawl was evolving around her, crossing the pub and then circling back toward her. She watched the front near and then threw herself in with sheer abandon. This day was turning out all right, punches were thrown, hair was pulled and she managed to bite three different people before the barkeep kicked them all out, so he could repair the damage.
When she reached the street she flicked her hair, brushing a bit of glass off her shoulder and walk down the street with a spring in her step. She got a cool cloth for her black eye, and dabbed at her cuts with a green ointment she got from Matori. It was one of the few things she kept on her and it was wonderfully powerful and only slightly smelling like seaweed. She breathed the first easy breath she had in what seemed like forever, there she had gotten some more practice in. Nothing was as good as a brawl once in a while she had been taught by Master Troublemakers. She needed to go visit them again. She never really felt right when she was away from them. They were as close as siblings, closer in fact, they were a part of her pack. Once she became a writer, she could return to them with her head held high. For now, though she had to perform well. She stopped at a stall and bought just fruit to munch. On her feet,she just kept going. A Walk in the city was never quite the same twice. Cities were too busy for monotony. Everyone rushing and no one seeming to get anywhere, it amused her, but all the oppressive noise and smell did not. She longed for clean, perfumed air set in a quiet but breathtaking landscape. She had known for a while that Oba wasn't her home. Matori was and she would go there once her trials were over and look at homes where she could settle and start trying to truly find herself. She had been busy for a truly long time and she looked forward to all the new things she would discover. She smiled brightly. All the gorgeous new days to enjoy, everything was all coming together. She would achieve her goals and rise until she was well a respected member of her little town. There was even a specific house she was thinking about, it was small and a little older, but it had more character than most of the houses in the village. She wondered if it was available for sale even if it wasn't she could wait until it was, then it would be quite a simple matter to gather the needed funds.
She finally felt like she had a solid direction to go in. She felt settled and determined, she would ensure that her abilities were up to snuff and then she would pound that little punk into the ground. Revenge for giving her family such a heart attack when she was injured in the jouste. She bared her teeth now in a feral grin she would put his metaphoric head on a pike, and do it in the most noble way possible; through sheer hard work. She would end him the way he'd ended her all those long weeks ago. She felt great now physically and it was all coming together mentally. Which just lift spiritually, she went to pray to the gods and her ancestors for assistance in the epic fight to come. The smell of the familiar incense was quite calming as were the prayers she repeated over and over in her head. Repetition increased the vibe of attracting your goals and it kept you focused on the goal.The gods would see her hard work and choose who to favor with divine luck.

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Today was the day, the anticipation running through the city for the rider initiate finals was palpable. It rode on the wind that ruffled her flowing garment, which would soon be trapped from such frivolous movement by her thick padded armor. She focused on her breathing as she was strapped into the metal plating that would better protect her than before. She went over lessons given by Theriar and her father. The last piece was tightened and she felt invincible. She was now as ready as she would be, excepting her helmet. She went to go spend the last few moments before the start with her mount. The claxxon rang out and she mounted up into her custom saddle, a large gift from her father, she rubbed the letter for luck into the leather on her saddle with her finger. Encouraged, the random trials have given her exactly what she had wanted. She was indeed going into combat against the same boy who had unseated her in the practice round.
Her moment had come, as she lined Xarthin up she felt his every movement. She waited on pins and needles for the bell to sound, she could see him and glared at the eyeslits of his helmet. She would not lose track of her target, she would not lose her focus. The bell to go rang and she ceased to hear anything, her whole world shrink down to the inside of the arena.
Xarthin surged forward and with all of her determination, she kept the lance tilted toward the head of her opponant and not the chest. The helmet was worth the most points because it was so hard to hit, and it was a good way to knock your opponent out, hopefully unseating him in the process.

Her opponent came closer and closer, the distance seeming to close and she took her chance, her lance pinged off his helmet, and she felt a glancing blow to one of her shoulders. They both remained on their mounts but her opponent was out cold and could not continue on. She had won, she had passed!

She guided Xarthin around the arena in the victory lap and grinned happily at the audience. Her opponent had come to and would recover just fine, she made sure to shake his hand before he was guided off the field. He was no longer her goal and she held no resentment toward him. It was time to go and celebrate her victory in the culmination of pain, sweat and tears that she had put in over the last few years, to reach where she was today. After all of the hoopla was done, she made sure to hand feed Xarthin with some of his favorite food. Raw antelope meat that he happily munched on. It was sometimes hard on those with more delicate sensibilities, this tended to happen when the food still had a face. No one seemed to care if it was butchered meat chunks. "You did so well today boy, you deserve all the accolades, you held so perfectly still so perfectly straight down the track. Without you I wouldn't have been able to do it. You know, Father says you listen better to me than anyone else." She wrapped herself around the toothy head.
" I love you too, Buddy."

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Blurb:
This quest involved not giving up when coming up against an obstacle that you know has the power to defeat you because her opponant had done it before. The most important rule she had to learn is that if you really want or love something you cannot give up on the first try or the world will pass you by and you will never get to where you are going. She learned to trust herself and her abilities along with giving her beloved mount the credit he is due and forging a deeper bond with him through that.

Character Name: [Variel]
Class Promotion: [Spearman (Rider) ]
Current Location: [General area, ie: Zena]
Journal: XXXGrowth Point Links:
New Ground 5
A Local Disaster WE 5
Leads and Lacerations 5
hangover 5
Sink My Teeth In 5
Velvet Rain 5
Velvet Green 5
Ova Excludi 5
Ill Litany XXX 5
Variel x Iorhel 5 XXX
Growth Blurb: Variel is better able to control her emotions and she is learning how to be a better partner for Viltre in his work. She also is delighted to step into the role of Mother for their children and is doing her utmost to help and manage both of her mates should they need it. She is close to retiring her old mount and is training a few more janarim to fill his pawprints.

Physical Description: CC quirky, fetishy, displaying muscles she probably has great abs at this point.
Body Type: Muscle Gorl

Preferred Artists: Any of Kana Scar or Ely <3
WIPs: Yes