[AJ] Athari the Dark One [Done for now]

[Marquise Amaya Draconus]

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"I am no more than what I make myself. Only I can decide my fate."
My Darkest Days ~ "The World Belongs To Me"


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|.x.|Name|.x.| Athari the Dark One
|.x.|Species|.x.| Human
|.x.|Social Class|.x.| Lower
|.x.|Age|.x.| 23
|.x.|Birth|.x.| Late Winter [February]
|.x.|Talents|.x.| Athari is very skilled in hunting and tracking. Her weapon arsenal includes her spears and the bow. Because of her upbringing in the forests, her senses are a little bit better than most due to the intensive training. She can run, jog, and sprint as fast as her bonded, Nailiah.
|.x.|Specialization|.x.| Hunter/Gatherer/Warrior
|.x.|Marital Status|.x.| Single - Available
|.x.|RP Color|.x.| Bold Black  

[Marquise Amaya Draconus]

|.x.|History|.x.|

There was a time when the world was young, and we, the Terynga Tribe, were its keepers. At least...that's what the Elders used to tell me. There were many before them, and many before them as well. Our history is a vast pool of knowledge that has spanned over the times. But my history is a little shorter and still being written. I'll start from the origins of course...

I was but a mewling babe when the Elders laid their eyes on me. My mother had pale, tain skin with bright green eyes and long, dark brown hair that went all the way to her a**. She had a child bearing figure with heavy breasts and strong hands. As one of the healers in the tribe, she was often near the Elders' hut most of the time for she was a candidate for the next generation. Mom was wise beyond her years, and had a thirst for the knowledge of her people. She passed all of that up for my father, a wanderer and a stranger. His skin was as dark as night with black, short, curly hair. Father had a big nose for his face, but was strangely attractive enough. He figure could be said to be one of a blacksmith - strong hands, muscular arms and torso with a bit of a belly. His legs and feet had been hardened by work. Mother was smitten with him the first time they met, and for a moment Father was too. The Elders grew angry that Mother was throwing away a chance of a lifetime to be with a man that was not one of their own. It further angered them when Mother laid with him and became with child - with me. I was born cursed for my father left the tribe shortly after I was born. Mother died of heart break and shame leaving me to be taken care of by the Elders. They named me after my mother's sister who had died at the hands of my father's people. It was supposed to be a further insult to my name. I only received my second name when I was born - my skin was darker than most in the tribe though I would be considered light to those of my father's people. Thankfully, I had my mother's eyes and nose, but my face and lips was slightly long and big like my father's. At first, I thought I had mother's hair, but the Elder's say the texture was wrong and all different. I had faux hair of my mother's. Everything about me was either a lie or manipulation hence another reason for my second name. My first memory was when I was playing with other children at the age of three. They often picked on me the most, and called me names. In retaliation, I threw a rock the size of my first in an attempt to scare the other children away. Instead, I hit a younger boy right in the middle of his chest. He fell and died shortly after, blood coming from where his heart was. The Elders checked his corpse and came to a conclusion that when I hit him, the rock hit something inside him that pierced his heart. A bone it seemed. I had no intention of hurting any of them, but it seemed as tough that would not be the case for me. I wasn't allowed to be around any of the other children after that.

Growing up, I was taught by the women how to sew, cook, plant, and gather food. Often times, I could not grasp the concept and was often punished for it by either a beating or punishment such as standing waist high in water while holding a stick over my head. Any time I faltered, my back was whipped to make me stand straight. I often remember going into my little hole in the dirt and sobbing the whole night through and being woken up by one of the women to start my day. It's a wonder I never grew up resentful and bitter. It's also a wonder that they didn't just kill me whenever I did something wrong. When I reached the age of sixteen, I was sent to the Elders again. By that time, a girl should have been able to attract a man and live as his wife gathering, sewing, and cooking for him. She was to do whatever she was told and bear him children, preferably sons. I had done none of that for I could not attract a man. My skills were not yet developed except in gathering, and to some I was ugly simply because I was not fully like them. My father's strangeness had tainted me for good. No man would ever want to mix strangeness with the purity of the tribe. I was no use to them as a woman...they were going to treat me as a man. My breasts were bound tightly and my hair was cut short. A strange belt with a cup over the groin was crafted for me. It was to be my chastity belt to prevent the men from thinking of me as a woman or taking advantage of me. The Elders sent me away from the woman's camp to the one of the men. They knew I was coming and scorned me for it often pushing me around and using me to iron out their frustrations. I dug my little hole away from the main camp and kept there when I was given my time. But in the man's camp I thrived as a hunter and a warrior. I ran every day and held fast to my spear. The bow was even a natural fit to my hands as the arrows flew in a flurry to their targets. I had become the first she-male of the tribe at age nineteen. I would finally be a use to my society and an asset to the people. I was allowed to take off my bindings and my iron belt, but I would still be considered a man. At that point, I could take a bride for my own. My excitement was great, but it would not last for long..

I started having dreams. Wild, fantastic dreams of a white horse with silver eyes. Her mane was red as blood and her hooves shone like diamonds. This mare was special and each time my dream eye caught hers, there was a sense of completeness, compassion, acceptance, and...love. The mare loved me. My yearning to find her grew so great that I begged the Elders to let me go. At first, they thought my dreams false until the Shaman decided to communicate with the spirits with my presence. I was placed in a trance sleep with the help of his concoction of powders and dried shrooms. It was then that the Shaman claimed to have seen my dream in the smoke filled fire of a woman and horse souls becoming one. The Elders had no choice but to grant my request. I was then let go from the tribe, and I swear my feet had never moved swifter. I only took my spear with my bow, a few arrows, and some provisions for the road. There was nothing else for me there...there never would be. I doubt I would ever go back.

I traveled long and far across the lands from the deepest part of the forest to find the mare. It had been six weeks since I last had the dream, and yet I kept feeling the pull from deep within my heart. Part of me feared that I had misinterpreted my dream, and she was supposed to come to me. I had started to turn back on my journey to go back home when the weather grew foul. The rain lashed at my face, my body, and my things. Cold and half naked, I ran to seek shelter into a nearby cave. Gathering what materials I could within the cave, I made a fire that roared to life. I slept on the cold hard stone for a moment until I awoke to a sound. My heart pounded against my chest as I stared into the silver eyes of the white mare with blood red hair. She was settled beside me, her mane covering my body in an act of protection. Then she spoke the words that had long since been in my mind, body, heart and soul for all this time. Our voices melded into one as we spoke in unison never taking our eyes off of each other, "Where your body fails, I shall be your strength. When your judgement is clouded, I shall be your clarity. Whenever you feel broken and lost, and feel as if life holds no meaning, I will show you the wonder and joy it holds, and will heal and guide you back to my embrace. When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, I will carry you. I will love you, no matter your crimes, your decisions, or your fears. I will always accept you, and you shall never be alone again. Your despair will be met with my hope, and the fetters that bind you are no more. Your soul is mine, and my soul is yours, and we will never be apart, even in death. If even a hundred thousand years pass, I will always love you...I have found you, my Chosen." She said softly as I felt the happiness and warmth radiate around us. I simply hugged her and held onto her for I don't know how long. I relished in the love that she washed over me, and I could feel that she had felt a long relief as well. We weren't alone anymore. We had each other...

Her name is Nailiah. She was from a herd of azrein far off to the east. She was the Alpha's first, but gave it up to find me. She had been searching for me since she had her dreams. I confessed to her about mine, and together we seemed all the more closer. Nailiah and I stayed in that cave for a long time. Longer than I can remember nor care to. It was then that she spoke of a King that herald all Azrein - for that's what she was - and suggested we go. I for one had no other place to be but by my bonded's side. And so, we set forth from the cave and traveled the rest of the way northeast toward Azreth's Castle.

Meeting him - as well as other pairs - was brief but satisfactory. We were welcomed with open arms and open heart. Here, I would be able to thrive to do as I pleased and serve for a greater purpose. Here I would be able to be what I wanted and not scorned for my blood. Here, I would be me. Nailiah and I chose a plot of land about a day's travel from the King's Castle. Here, I made our home out of the surrounding lumber I could find. I built her a stable with room enough for others should she find friends or have a family. I then built myself a small, single room hut that held a place for a fire and cooking. Outside my hut, I built another small hut for my leather working and hunting materials. I made weapons out of what I could and stored some in every building so that I may be able to utilize them if the time came. It at first worried me that Nailiah might get hurt, but she assured me that she was capable of fighting should the need arise. There were days where we did nothing but train with each other and practice our techniques together and separate. She taught me things as I have taught her.

We have now came to the present. Seen we built our home, Nailiah has come to me with other azrein who need a place of shelter. Some are sure of humans while others are a bit skittish. I simply feed them from what I can find in the market and in the forests. I make my living selling my weapons and items of worth in the marketplace. I make little for I am considered a strange woman and nontraditionally dressed, but I make by. I assure my quality, and some of my customers have become loyal to me. I am at the King's beck and call, so when he gives the word, Nailiah and I will go to him.

There is nothing better than the life I am living now. I am happy and content. My soul is finally at peace. I would change nothing...nothing at all...

 

[Marquise Amaya Draconus]

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|.x.|Height|.x.| 5'8
|.x.|Weight|.x.| 125 - 135 lbs

|.x.|General Personality|.x.| Much of Athari's life has made her cautious of those seeking to befriend her. She is often plagued with thoughts of betrayal and even an uneasiness that give her feral qualities even more of a ferocious flair. However, since her bonding with Nailiah, Athari has somewhat soothed the savageness within her soul allowing her to become more of a quieter, maternal person. Athari is still a bit of a prankster and a clown wanting to put a smile on anyone's face. She will always take up for a friend - no matter the crime - and do her best to defend who she seems worthy.

|.x.|Mind|.x.| Being raised as a village "she-male", Athari has a very masculine, aggressive outlook on life. However, as a natural born woman she holds onto the maternal instincts that make her more compassionate than her male counterparts. She finds herself more of a protector than anything else always ever willing to play the martyr. She has a strong belief that "might is right" and would rather take a full frontal attack than sneak around like a coward which often leads to her downfall and constant injuries. Athari also considers herself to be a stoic in order to protect her innermost feelings from those who would use it against her. Only Nailiah has been able to penetrate the darkest corners of her mind, and she intends to keep it that way.

|.x.|Body|.x.| By first glance, it wouldn't be known that Athari is not as sexual as she appears to make herself out to be. The fact that she is always scantily clad has nothing to do with attracting any sort of affections - it's just damn hot all the time. Her appetite for the carnal pleasures of life were never explored or even exploited. Often times, she hones her skills with her weaponry as well as takes her body to the limit in intense training sessions. It isn't uncommon to find the woman bandaged or the scar count growing. Athari is comfortable in her own skin and though she wouldn't consider herself beautiful, she knows that she's better looking than most would give her credit for. But it's not like Athari would turn down a bedding from a suitor that she felt would be worthy of the challenge. After all, you only live life once.

|.x.|Soul|.x.| Athari's village has always been one of spirituality hence her deep connection to the nature of the world around her. She is highly in tune with everything around her and can often be found meditating in the quieter parts of the forest or within the stables where she finds the most peace. Before every hunt or foraging, she will pray to her deities in order for blessing of a successful prize. She never takes anything for granted and tries to restore the balance of life when she can by planting or attempting to not over hunt an area. There are times where she will travel for miles in order to ensure that the balance of nature has not been upset. Athari also believes in her connection with the azrein especially Nailiah. Though she is bound to others, the mare holds a special place in her heart that could never be washed away by any other bonding experience the human may experience. Athari holds all azrein in her heart, however, never able to turn any away if in need of aid. She holds slight sympathy toward the Six wondering what had happened to them to make them hate humans so. Athari often wonders that if she could get to a few of them, would things have been different.

 

[Marquise Amaya Draconus]

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|.x.|Name|.x.| Nailiah
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult
|.x.|RP Color|.x.| Bold Red

The first azrein Athari has ever bonded to, Nailiah is in essence the opposite of her human. The mare is more delicate, graceful, but every bit of a naive child. The two form a perfect union in understand each other emotionally and physically. Nailiah came from a herd in which she was to become one of the leaders. The mare gave it up when she felt the pull and the call of Athari. As often as the amazon feels regret for pulling the mare away from her lavish life, Nailiah states she would never have it any other way. Not much of a warrior horse, however, Nailiah is the protective mother that would rather stay home and take care of things while Athari goes out. If there is ever a need, however, Nailiah would never leave her human hanging.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Alistair McArtur Lucian
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult
|.x.|RP Color|.x.| Bold Sandy Brown

Alistair is the poor stallion turned prince from his former master, Greigor St. Maccalin Lucian - a man that Athari had only met for a brief period of time while she still lived with her village in the jungles. However, because of the extreme impression that Athari had left on the man, Greigor kept tabs on her while keeping stock of his own affairs. Alistair was a stallion that Greigor took in not necessarily because of the bonded pull that most felt, but because they needed each other. Alistair is slightly rough with no diplomatic tendencies what so ever. There are times where the stallion trips over his words, but he means well for the most part. His bonding with Athari was slightly strange in the sense of an aristocrat and an amazon. Not much of a war mount either, Alistair is more of a tactician who tends to help Nailiah around the yard. He's loyal to Athari and though he stays at his late master's castle, he always goes to Athari's home to visit.  

[Marquise Amaya Draconus]

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|.x.|Name|.x.| Azreth Deservian
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Human King
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult

The first person she ever met on the Floating Isles. He and his steed, Valdien, were the epitome of Azrein-Human relations. His spirit and kindness as well as a steadfastness about him set a burning desire in Athari to become a warrior in his army and hopefully one day to lead as a general. Her ultimate goal is to become his 'shadow' - a protector he can rely on. She trains constantly to claim that top spot.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Valdien
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult - Deceased

King Azreth's mount, confidante, best friend, and everything a man could ask for. He was regal and at one point, Nailiah was quite smitten with him. However, Valdien was taken away from the Floating Isles during the Great War that claimed so many others. They were termed the Fallen and all swore revenge against the Six for their crimes.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Shadow
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult

A stallion who came onto the plains of her home one day. Like a shooting star, he barreled across the land...right into Nailiah. The male stayed hoping to win her heart, but instead he found more: a family. Now he is Athari's assistant and scout mount willing to help in anyway possible to aid her in return for her kindness. When with him, she is often in the presence of his beloved, Luin Ithil Olos Mallen and her bonded, Reoakee.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Edward Drake
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Human Noble - Duke
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult

A male she met at a Halloween party. At the time he was turned into a newt by the royal alchemist. They have a deep friendship, one understood by brotherhood and warriors. She aided him in healing Kainda, mate of Dark Tide, when she was attacked.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Dark Hellfyre
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult

Nailiah's lover and now lifemate. He seems genuine enough.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Dark Tide
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult

Alpha to his herd and lifemate to the spirited mare, Kainda. He is a strong leader who is not embarrassed by his show of emotion.

|.x.|Name|.x.| Kainda
|.x.|Specie or race|.x.| Azrein
|.x.|Age|.x.| Adult

Alpha Fae and lifemate to the tree-warrior, Dark Tide. She was attacked and badly injured by her brother. While treating her wounds, Athari felt that she was pregnant and decided to stay in order to help the mare carry her foals to full term. The two grew respect for one another as both are warriors of the heart. She hopes to win over Kainda's trust one day.

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