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Name: Adina Sigi
Player: lvl880
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Magic?: No
Appearance: Adina is a girl that is uncommonly tall at 5'10. Her brown hair reaches to her lower back, which she keeps tied up in a braid, and then spun into a bun whenever training. Whenever she isn't on guard duty she is seen wearing work pants and a loose cotton shirt, over a white undershirt. Freckles pepper her olive colored skin, and brown eyes are always seeming to be drifing off somewhere. She isn't stick thin, curves are visible even in her clothing and armor, but do not underestimate her.
Personality: Even though her height is intimidating Adina is actually a very sweet girl. She is actually quite innocent also when it comes to men, and women do in Feretis alone with each other. She knows the whole baby-making process but she has yet to ask for pleasure from a man, and she'd rather not ever do that. Adina will listen to anyone's problems if they want to speak to her, and she'll also speak out for others. But she has a tough time speaking out for herself, usually being pressured into doing things that she doesn't want to do. Adina also talks to herself often when she is alone, along with physically straining herself whenever she is troubled. She has hurt herself before because of problems in the past because she doesn't let her feelings out.
History: Adina was not born to a rich family but she was given a decent education as a child. Though because of her height, and her yeilding demeanor she was usually picked on. In the end her mother thought that putting her in defense courses would be a deterent for her to be bullied...
It did, it also gave her a feeling that she could protect which gave her the idea of becoming a guard. She now works at the Eldic Estates, protecting those that travel there to relax, and also the slaves of Feratis. Or so she thinks...

Name: Field Sergeant First Class Aemelia Karenth
Player: Zelyhon
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Magic?: Aemelia’s magic derives from her plains heritage. She can, from almost any confined space, create a portal to a demi-plane under her control. This is useful for storing many things beyond what normal pockets could hold, as the plane is very large. In order to access it, she simply needs to reach into a confined, concealed place and pull out what she needs. As long as nobody can see into what she reaches into, it can access her plane. There are a few restrictions on what the plane can store. First and most importantly, no living beings may enter the plane. She can’t use it as a trap or a weapon in that way. Second, though depth is not a problem, she cannot pull anything from the plane which is larger than the opening it must go through to get into the real world. For those, she needs to find a bigger portal space.
Appearance: Long black hair bound into a braid reaches down to her upper legs. She takes very good care of her hair and appearance. Her skin is slightly darker than most normal Feretrians. This is as a result of her plainsman ancestor. Her eyes are bright blue, which strikes a sharp contrast with her darker skin and hair. She normally wears fairly nice clothing, designed to be functional should she need to fight as well as look nice. The one defining feature about all of her clothes is that they have many, many pockets and usually long, wide sleeves which can be used to activate her portals on a moment’s notice. She also wears her dress uniform for formal occasions. She carries no obvious weapons, but within her plane, she has a virtual armory stored, and she is educated in the use of many of them.
Personality: Calculating would be the best way to describe Aemelia. She’s a commander and she acts like it. She’s always working on what the best course of action for her and her team would be. To say she is calculating isn’t to say she’s uncaring. Quite the opposite, as she looks after “her girls” carefully, as if they were her daughters. Men, she cares little about. They are slaves that have their uses. Nothing more
History:Aemelia was born in the capital city. Her mother was a minor functionary at the Queen’s court. Aemelia spent much of her youth in the royal palaces, observing the day to day life of those in the high positions. During this time, she caught the eye of a few prominent politicians who would keep an eye on her career for years to come. Once her magic manifested, those around her began encouraging her to take a position within the armed forces. She decided that would be an excellent idea and joined the normal army immediately. It didn’t take long for those who noticed her to find a better use for her. She was plucked from the army and deposited within the ranks of Feretris’ Black Ops. She has continued to serve there with diligence, carrying out orders. Only recently has she risen to the rank where she could give orders herself.
Recently, she and several other members of the Black Ops squadron were sent to keep an eye on the situations with the growing number of raids. Aemelia was not the senior officer on this mission. Once they had almost reached their destination, they received word of another situation requiring the investigation and talents of the members. A dragon, long thought to be a myth, had appeared in a nearby compound. This had, understandably, caused a bit of concern and panic in the area. Combine that with the growing problem of slave violence and escape with the rumored underground movement and something needed to be done. The CO dispatched Aemelia and a small team to set up a command center in the compound and see if there was any substance to those rumors and, if there was, to deal with it appropriately.

Name: Sae Illsin
Player: Zelyhon
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Magic?: Sae’s magic continues to confound magical theorists. Though theoretically connected to the emotional control magic of Feretris’ women, its resemblances are far fewer than its differences. Sae may breathe in deeply and, when she exhales, expel a large cloud of colored gas. This gas then coalesces into a being. Magical theorists cannot tell whether or not this is Sae projecting monsters of her mind into the real world, an expulsion of raw feeling in solid form, or something else unknown. What is known is that the beings are not simply anything she imagines. She has a certain number of them that may be sent out or called back, but she can’t suddenly make more. Each of them is names after a personality trait that they seem to identify with. For example, Duty, Valor, Fury, Carelessness, and Hope.
Appearance: Sae is a fairly short woman, standing barely five feet tall. She is thin and not terribly well muscled. In other words, she doesn’t look anything like what you’d imagine a military operative to look like. She has short blond hair which is kept neatly tied back in a small ponytail. She wears a pair of reading glasses almost constantly. She can see without them, but prefers to have them on. Her clothing, when not in uniform, tends towards long dresses. She can move about freely in them, but she doesn’t have as much mobility as her partners. Her skin shows no signs of having anyone in her ancestry from anywhere but Feretris.
Personality: Light and airy. Sae’s a nice girl. She tries to be nice to everyone, even men. She doesn’t agree that they ought to be given status, but she treats them well. She doesn’t have an attitude that seems to favor the sort of missions Black Ops must do. She is completely devoted to all of her allies, including those who are their own entities and those who are tied to her.
History: Sae grew up in a wealthy family. She had anything she could ever want. Expensive meals, plenty of servants, and a manor the size of some small villages. The one thing she really didn’t have were people she could relate to. Her parents would not let her interact with the other children of the compound. So she grew up rather lonely until her magic manifested at the age of five. With her magic, she had as many friends as she wanted. Her typical group of friends consisted of Duty, Devotion, Security, and Joy. These beings do have their own individual minds, so it was like having friends. This was the happiest time of her life. The friends of hers grew as she did. When she turned 21, however, she had a revelation. She realized that something needed to be done to help the world rather than simply sitting in her mansion sipping expensive wine. Thus, she announced her intention to join the black ops, despite her parents’ vehement disapproval. She had enough money and prestige in her name to get in without difficulty. Training was a little harder for her. She failed almost every test and was on the verge of being kicked out until she used her allies to help her along. This unique ability allowed her in with no further testing. As such, she herself is not in the same shape or strength bracket ad the other members, but her magic more than makes up the difference.
Recently, she and several other members of the Black Ops squadron were sent to keep an eye on the situations with the growing number of raids. Once they had almost reached their destination, they received word of another situation requiring the investigation and talents of the members. A dragon, long thought to be a myth, had appeared in a nearby compound. This had, understandably, caused a bit of concern and panic in the area. Combine that with the growing problem of slave violence and escape with the rumored underground movement and something needed to be done. The CO dispatched a team under Aemelia Karenth to set up a command center in the compound and see if there was any substance to those rumors and, if there was, to deal with it appropriately. Sae was on that team.

Name: Alexiel Pantif
Player: amaranthine_misery
Gender: Female
Age: 20-21
Magic: Dragon bonded: Chromatic White, with tendancy towards submission types of magic.
Dragon's Name: Lexore (The Harmless one).
Appearance: Skin: Fair to Pale. Hair: Very light Blonde. Eyes: Piercing Baby Blue.
She has several tribal tatoos including but not limited to: Traditional Wings (across shoulder blades), various designs that mark her place in Anjts society, as well as those that discribe her family heritage. In addition to her tattoos she also has several piercings.
Personality: Seeming to have two different personalities at times, she ranges from Mania to Depression in short weekly to bi-weekly cycles. Other then the obvious insanities, she is a very strong female, acting more dominate that other females in her tribe. She has a strong sence of initiative for physical based actions. Hot tempered, she jumps to conculsions often and tends to hold strong grudges. In the same respect, she can also be very calm, apathetic, and sullen while she is experiencing the depths of depression.
History: A a young age Alexiel's mother had noticed that she had a pattern for violent out bursts followed by periods of dispondancy. At times she seemed very pleasant, and at others extemely wild, but her mother had faith in her, and tried to hide this from outside forces.
However, she was unable to maintain her daughter due to the families economic situation, therefore she was forced to abandon her at the young age of three. Taking her out into the wilderness far south, her mother had hoped she could live a life outside of political extremes and perhaps her problems could be address affectively. Thus, she was adopted by a young woman from the Anjts tribe, who was unable to bare her own children, and she was rasied as her own. Neither of which was aware of the girl's Dragon bond.
At the age of five she began to balance out and seem some what normal, however, unfortunately, she then experienced a mental exchange with her other half, Lexore, at the age of six. Which in turn caused her apparent disorder to only worsen. She attempted to explain the experience to her Anjts mother. Then when her adopted mother attempted to reason with her about her experience, explaining that such an event was impossible, it only fueled her hatred towards the event, causing a downward spiral within her already barely manageable disorder.

Name: Tesunie Kataren
Player: Tesunie
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Magic?: Healing
Appearance: A young boy born of the Feretris lands. He has blond hair and blue eyes. He is short but agile. Though of Feretris decent, he has the ability to use magic for healing.
Personality: Tesunie is considered overly kind and nice by most that know him. He is willing to help anyone that he thinks is in need, even if it ends up hurting himself.
History: Born of Feretris decent, he was suppose to be taken and sold, but his mother couldn't bare to see him go. She ended up escaping from the birthing building, carrying her new born child. In her attempt to leave the city, she found the father of the child. The two, though he was a slave, was in true love with each other, and tried to leave together. They got caught while trying to escape the city. His father was taken back into slavery, and his mother was covicted for theivery. Tesunie, lost in the system was bought back into his own family, where they took care of him and sheltered him untill the age of 14. (He didn't get the training most slaves got. He had more of a normal chold hood, though very sucluded. If you hadn't noticed, his family are the ones more for free love.)

Name: Nej
Player: Little_Phantom
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Magic?: Dragon bonded to a Bronze dragon by the name of Nonriavi. Thus, any magic he manifests usually has to do with enchantment or creation of items.
Appearance: Nej is reasonably tall, about six feet, but he has a lankiness about himself that gives him the image that he hasn't quite grown into his height yet. This image is also helped by his seemingly perpetual clumsiness that probably spawns from the length of his legs and the relative largeness of his feet.
He has dirty blond hair that is a bit strawy and hard to manage, so he pulls it back into a short ponytail of sorts with string. This is also so he can work with out it getting too far into his face. His skin is a lighter olive color than is typical for someone from Feretris and is dirtied slightly by the light speckles of freckles on his checks and his nose, which is rather prominent. His eyes are a shade watery azure, which, apart from his nose, is probably the most obvious thing about himself, considering the relative plainness of the rest of himself.
He also has very poor hearing (as a side affect of being his ears being boxed so often as a child) and will flinch when ever anyone (be it man or woman) raises a hand against him. He is also averse to being touched on the side of the head.
As far as dress goes, being a slave he dresses very modest, in reasonably cleaner clothes (considering he is usually occupied as a personal servant, only occasionally called to work as a skilled laborer as he is decently good with his hands). He also has a small wooden necklace: a (self) carved figurine of what just maybe is supposed to be a dragon, but looks like a dog with wings and horns as Nej had only seen Nonriavi once when he carved it, it is strung with twine through a hole in the figurine's head. This figurine (as mentioned in History) was requested ("carve me anything") by his mistress at the old compound he lived in. She found it "scary" and instead insisted he keep it and turn it into a necklace or some such.
Nonriavi: Nonriavi probably looks bigger than he actually is, do to his prominent muscles and large wings. His fish-like frill (that runs down his neck all the way down to his tail) probably doesn't help the fact much either. His scales, of course, are bronze, tainted only slightly with sickening green, the same color as his eyes. Nonriavi has two large horns that curl only slightly back around towards his head.
Personality: As a child Nej was often boxed for being to bold when speaking to women or being to curious, which has resulted in him being very careful when he speaks and when he makes an action. He'll often pause before he speaks, to think things through and consider the consequences of what he might be saying. Even in the middle of sentences he'll stop abruptly for up to a half a minute at time to rethink or rephrase what he is saying. He is also prone to being profusely apologetic whenever he does make a mistake. Even if it isn't his fault, he'll apologize and bow deeply and abundantly. He is also very humble and doesn't think it his place to ask for much, if anything at all.
Apart from that, Nej's mind tends to run wild. He was punished for being bold and curious, so he keeps silent, but it doesn't keep his mind from asking questions or in general being active. The only time he is able to exercise that pent up thought is when he is working. Seeing as he is good with his hands, he often was asked to carve or craft or create and through this was able to keep himself thinking and his mind from rotting. Otherwise, he keeps intensely silent on his thoughts. He only speaks when spoken to, and usually very to the point and only providing the asked for information.
Upon being able to converse with Nonriavi, Nej has learned to be more open, but only with the dragon and in his dreamscape. It has also allowed him to relieve some of his over active mind, being able to talk with someone who pretty much knows what he's going to say anyways.
History: The old lady who ran the compound (Edace) had only one daughter, a middle aged woman by the name of Uruma. Uruma herself had one daughter, Milelin, who was only five years older than Nej himself. Uruma and Edace had not gotten along for years since before Nej arrived at their compound. As it had happened, Uruma had been caught trying to steal a good deal of money from Edace, but had been caught red handed by Edace herself. The elderly woman had turned to doting on her granddaughter and bestowing all her energy on the girl.
As far as Nej went, the boy was trained into the position of primarily a general personal servant, running about, making beds, listen to Uruma talk about her day before bed, etc. etc. From time to time he was asked to help the older servants (being very young at the time he was not quite able or skilled enough to do them by himself) in various projects. He would knit, work wood, and other some such things. Uruma and Edace were both very strict mistresses, and neither were reluctant to punish Nej or the other slaves for acting in a way they found disrespectful.
Milelin took a fancy to Nej as he grew older and eventually requested to her grandmother that he worked as her, and only her, personal servant. Edace granted this request; Nej was twelve. Milelin often requested that he carve her things from wood, as she rather liked his handiwork, and began to keep a collection of the ones she liked best at her bedside.
At age fifteen, Nej had his first dream encounter with Nonriavi. The dragon, a great deal larger than Nej and enormous with his muscled build and the frozen breath emanating from his nostrils (because, for some reason, wherever they were in this dream, it was cold and white, despite Nej not being cold in the least), intimidated the poor slave a great deal. Nej fell straight back onto his back covering his eyes.
"Whatever you are, beast or spirit or demon, I did not mean to trespass on your territory or insult you any way. I apologize! Oh, I am sorry! So sorry! I mean no offense!"
Nonriavi, although he did not know this was the dragon's name at the time, leaned in close, his massive head nearly touching the slave boy's nose. "Nej..." And then he woke up, in a dead sweat.
It was the next day that Milelin requested that he carve something for her: anything. Nej, still fascinated by the creature he saw in his dreams, carved a small figurine (about the height of 2/3 of his pinkie) of the creature. It was a crude representation, really, more like a horned dog with wings and claws. It actually didn't look that much like a dragon at all.
Milelin smiled when he finished it and gave it over to her. "It's such a strange thing. Fantastic, really," she said. She ran her fingers over it and around its wings. After a pause, during which Nej waited patiently, she spoke again. "But it's too scary. He looks so mad." She pressed the figurine back into his hand. "You keep it. Turn it into a necklace, it's small enough for that." Nej did, carving a small hole through the figurine's head and strung it with twine. He still wears this necklace to date underneath his shirt.
Edace died of old age when Nej was sixteen. Her will explicitly stated that everything (compound, slaves, etc.) was to be handed over to her granddaughter Milelin not her own daughter. Uruma, who had been expecting to inherit the compound, was furious and often struck out against her daughter. Or, more often, she hit Nej, who stood (as was his duty) between her and Milelin.
It wasn't even a month before Uruma found a way to strike a blow to her daughter that couldn't be blocked. As Nej (who Uruma knew for quite sometime was Milelin's favorite) had not been bought by Edace, but rather by her and thus was not inherited by Milelin, Uruma had the power to do as she wished with him. In other words, she could sell him. Far, far away. And that's what she did. At the first opportunity, Uruma sold Nej to Eldic Estates. This is where he is now, and has been for almost a year and a half.

Name: Eszrah ap Blæd
Player: User Error
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Magic? None
Appearance: Eszrah does not look like a warrior. He is shorter than average, and also appears very thin. This proves deceptive, however. He may be thin, but his muscles are toned and fit, and his small stature allows him to move quickly and agilely in and out of combat. He would seem an uncivilized heathen to many; his lightly tanned skin is often covered by paints, and his black hair is caked in dark brown mud. He wears a loincloth, thin animal-skin moccasins, and an animal-hide cloak. His eyes are dark green.
Personality: Being raised by an extremely aloof people, Eszrah is untrusting of outsiders, and only speaks when necessary. If, however, someone were to have the trust of his people, then they will find a quick ally in him. Eszrah may be slow to trust, but he is loyal to a fault. He has great natural instincts, and almost infinite patience. He has a thick accent, and often uses words from the Kiyap Turen dialect.
History: Eszrah was not born with the Kiyap Turea. He was found by the Kiyap Turea at the age of six, clinging to his father's body in the plains south of Feretris. When the Kiyap Turea found them, his father's corpse was being preyed on by a wild scavenger. Eszrah was rescued, taken back to on of the elusive Kiyap Turea villages and raised as one of their own. When he was old enough, he was accepted into the family of the stealth-warriors, or the Blaed. Because he was (supposedly) born in Feretris, he has no magical abilities as many of his Kiyap Turea brethren do. However, he has adapted quite well to their lifestyle and is a capable hunter and spy. Though his people stay away from outside affair, he is one of few who will aid outsiders.

Name: Eska Grim

Player: [Knight Of Cydonia]

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Magic?: None

Appearance: Eska is tall and thin, yet well muscled. His body is covered in numerous odd scars that he has gained over the years. From his head falls long, black and unkempt hair. He wears dark and ragged clothing usually made up of blacks and dull reds. He carries numerous weapons about his person befitting a warrior, but often uses only his shield and broad sword. The weapons themselves are battered and damaged, but still lethal in Eska's hands.

Personality: Eska is quiet and solemn, a private man who finds little comfort in the company of others and finds himself best alone. Eska can be quick to anger and even faster to his blade. He trusts no one and keeps his emotions out of his life, finding that they hinder him and make him weaker, the same reason his father was taken, trying to protect someone else. Eska regards those around him as comrades not friends and gaining his acceptence is a hard feat to accomplish.

History: Born of a warrior and a tamer, Eska was trained from an early age in the ways of battle and survival. His family and tribe wandered Nomadic Lands for many years. At the age of sixteen a raiding party attacked and Eska's father was taken, driving the child to the brink of madness, but still he persivered and quickly the embittered young man was taken in by the warriors of the Demere where he continued to develop, proving his strength at arms and courage in battle.
In that short time, he discovered an escape in war, letting him escape his shame and hatred, not only towards his attackers, but his father aswell.