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For centuries, the four great kingdoms, Themron, Blythe, Gamberyl, and Agnilar, have lived in harmony. Gamberyl, to the south, was the greatest kingdom. They were protected by their goddess who took the form of a passionate phoenix. Themron, to the east, was the second greatest kingdom. They were protected by their god who took the form of a mighty dragon. Agnilar, to the west, and Blythe, to the north, are the two smaller kingdoms. Agnilar was protected by their god who took the form of the agile white tiger. Blythe was protected by their goddess who took the form of the wise tortoise. All together, these four nations shared one common shrine in unclaimed land in the center of the kingdoms. That shrine represented life as a whole and was known as The Shrine of Kirin, a beast which reflected each of the other four deities..

However, all good things must come to an end. Themron’s king fell ill and laid dieing in his chambers, The old man coughed as the door slowly opened and the face of his only begotten son appeared. The king told his son that he would soon have to take the throne. This meant that his engagement to the princess from Gamberyl would have to be pushed forward. The prince nodded and soon bid his father farewell as he traveled south with his men to retrieve his bride.

Upon reaching Gamberyl, the prince and his men were greeted at the palace with open arms. A large feast was held in their honor. The next day, the princess packed her things and bid her family farewell. It was off to Themron for her, and there, she would become queen as her parents had planned for her so many years before.

It was nearly a month after that when the sickly king passed on. To the princess’s surprise, her new husband did not seem to grieve at all for the loss of his father. As the weeks continued on, the young new queen began to feel that there was something amiss in her new life. She rarely saw her husband, not even at meals or sometimes even at night. When she questioned him, he became annoyed with her. His annoyance became more and more severe as more time went by. Finally, the new queen discovered why her husband was so preoccupied.

The former prince had always been described as ambitious, but it seemed the new title as King of Themron only fed his ego, and its appetite was growing. He planned on attacking the small kingdom of Agnilar and placing lords there to govern over their people. When she protested to this, the new king became violent. Over the next few weeks, the new queen’s freedoms slowly dwindled away. She was no longer allowed to sleep in the royal bed chambers and was quickly relocated to a smaller room which locked from the outside. The only ones with access to that room were the king and his right hand man.

Since the king was too preoccupied with his plans to conquer neighboring lands, he often did not visit his prisoner of a wife. Instead, he left his most trusted friend and leader of his guard, his right hand man, to tend to her. It didn’t take long for the leader of the guard to take pity on the young distraught woman. He visited her often and soon developed feelings for her, yet he could not act upon them out of his duty for his king. What he did do was allow the young queen to write a letter to her family back in Gamberyl and smuggle it out of the palace for her.

When the king of Gamberyl received the letter from his daughter, he became furious. He quickly sent word to Agnilar about the new king’s plans. Because of the king’s treatment of his only daughter, the king pledged allegiance to Agnilar. He also began planning on rescuing his daughter. However, his men were caught before they even reached the palace. The king of Themron grinned and used this to his advantage. He sent word to the final kingdom, Blythe, pleading for them to assist him. He said that Gamberyl was becoming a threat to the peace of their nations and Blythe agreed to come to Themron’s aide.

Now the great kingdoms are preparing for war, evenly divided. The troops are being gathered and all of the people are talking. Will the war be too much for the great kingdoms to handle, or will things get bad enough for the deities to return to the land to restore the peace? At this point, the future is so clouded, not even the best of the best seers can begin to peer past the fog.


Username: Emmaleth

Character Name: Seneca Tobias March

Goes By: Seneca, sometimes Sen

○ B A S I C S ○

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Born: August 03

Place of Birth: Gamberyl Outskirts

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Race: Human with a small fraction of Evlish decent

Class: Knight

Blood Type: O

○ D E T A I L S ○

Marital Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Occupation: Captain of the Gamberyl Royal Guard

Religion: Follower of the Phoenix Goddess & Mighty Kirin

Hometown: A small settlement known as Palax

Family: Younger brother named Khael

Children: None

Pets: She has a pet falcon named Tinsel

○ I N S I D E - A N D - O U T ○

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Personality: The best word to describe Seneca would probably be determined. She's one tough cookie in more than one way. Unlike most other girls growing up, she rarely ever cried. If she fell and scraped her knee, she clenched her jaw and seethed for a moment, but one the initial wave of pain passed, she went on about taking care of the problem ad getting on with her day. The same could be said about times in her life when she took strong emotional blows. She took her time to grieve but was realistic enough to know that there was nothing she could do and so she just moved on.

She is definitely not someone to even try to push around. While she's generally good-natured and optimistic, she's also very assertive. Not the least bit shy, she fits the book of 'Captain' very well. When she was younger, she was known to have a hot temper and mouth off before she could stop herself. Although her training in the guard has taught her the ability to hold off on such things. She's all about respect. Give it to her, and she'll return the notion. She's confident and cool and nearly always has a smile on her face. When something has her down, it's very hard for someone who doesn't know her to be able to tell.

Seneca takes her role as the Captain of the Guard to heart. She has immense pride for her kingdom. She wears the insignia of the phoenix with great pride. Her loyalty to her King and Queen (as well as their children) is uncanny. With her head always held high, she makes a wonderful teacher to the young recruits. Having dealt with small children when she was younger, she has unbelievable patience and has a way of explaining things and being ubeat enough so that her students are all filled with encouragement. In fact, she takes her job as Captain so seriously, it's as if sometimes she forgets she's even a woman.

Often preoccupied with her job or her visits with her brother, she really doesn't pay much mind to men. That doesn't mean she's interested in women, it just means she has little to no interest in romance. After seeing how easily her father took off when she was a kid, getting a husband of her own just vanished off of her priority list. Not that men haven't tried. She dealt with tons of men on a daily basis, but she was always quick to establish their relationship as, "Me- Captain, You-Peon," but in a much nicer fashion.

To sum it up, Seneca is proud, dutiful, loyal, caring, determined, and very purposeful. While she may come off as over dominate or even masculine at times, there is a woman buried under all of that armor somewhere.

○ B A C K G R O U N D ○

History: Seneca was born to into a relatively poor family in a small village settlement known as Palax on the outskirts of Gamberyl. Her father was a weaver and her mother spent most of her time trying to manage the March household as well as run daycare of other working parents in the settlement. Since Seneca was the oldest, she often found herself trapped in taking are of little kids. Being forced into such a motherly role when she was still very young is probably part of what landed her such an assertive personality.

Still, whenever she could, she would switch off with her younger brother and help her father with his weaving. However, her father liked to do his work alone, so really, she was off running errands around the settlement, helping the elderly with their shopping and trying her best to stay out of trouble. Although, trouble always seemed to have a way of finding her. You see, one thing Seneca just couldn't stand was seeing someone get bullied. In her younger days, she had a bit of a hot temper and a mouth that did it no justice.

Time after time again, the guards posted up at the settlement from the main kingdom would bring her home after a scuffle. She'd be covered in brushes and scrapes and when her mother would scold her, she would just grin and say, "You should see the other guy!" Unfortunately, her recklessness drew negative attention to her from the other kids her age on the settlement which flowed over onto her brother. Being three years her junior, Khael wasn't quite ready to fight with the big boys. So, growing up, the only respect Seneca got was from the younger kids she helped babysit in the mornings.

When she was fourteen, her behavior had finally driven her father up the wall. She'd woken up that morning to hear her parents arguing over it. Her father just went on about how she was just a trouble-maker and that Khael was a weak boy because of his over-protective sister. It didn't help that Khael seemed to inherit recessive Elven genes from his mother and was slim and slender therefore appearing weak and an easy target. Their father just couldn't live with the disgrace and so he packed up his shop and left them.

With no income, Seneca sat and began to think of what she could do to make up for the loss of their father's business. They hadn't any of the equiptment to continue weaving because he'd taken it. She also felt guilty because her mother was getting a terrible reputation. People began to whisper about how she failed as a wife and as a mother. Senece wanted desperately to restore her family's honor.

It seemed Kirin had heard her prayers. Not a few weeks after her father leaving did military recruiters come through Palax. When she saw them coming from the distance, she hurried home, nearly dumping out the groceries she'd scrounged up some cash to get. She told her mom she wanted to go join the guard. Her arguement was that she was tough enough and it was the perfect opportunity for her to get them enough money to move to a different settlement where they could start fresh and that their family name maybe get some or its worth back.

Her mother was against it at first. She had really been hoping Seneca would grow out of her boyish nature and blossom into a proper young woman. However, as she looked about at their small nearly empty home and Khael struggling with a couple of the toddlers they were watching, she sighed and agreed it was the best thing for fourteen year-old Seneca to do. That evening, while she was saying her farewells, her mother came to her and held out her hand to give her something. When she looked to see what it was, it was her mother's wedding ring. Mrs. March stated she had no heirlooms to give to her daughter and that she wasn't really needing it anymore.

And so, with the promise to write a monthly letter, Seneca departed with the Royal Guard to head back into the main city of Gamberyl. The basic training was rough, but it was nothing the determined teen couldn't handle. She was actually surprised at how many other girls joined the guard as well. At least, enough to fill up a barracks. It took no time at all for Seneca to reach the top of her training class. She first mastered hand-to-hand combat and then moved on to swordsmanship, which took years to master. All the while, she continued to write letters home every month, just as she had promised.

It was when she was about to turn eighteen, just before her graduation she'd already written her mother about, that she got another letter from her brother. Their mother had fallen deathly ill. The doctors couldn't get her feaver down. In a panic, Seneca went to her commanding officer and explained the situation. Since the man had become like a father to her over the past five years, he sent her home to Palax with a healer. Upon arrival, the healer allowed Khael and Seneca a few moments with their mother before ushering them off. They visited their mother's room several times a day but after four days, the healer finally told them that there was nothing she could do. Mrs. March would soon take flight with the Phoenix Goddess.

Distraught, Seneca sent word to her Captain to give him an update. Her graduation was set to be in only two more days. She would end up missing the ceremony to attend her mother's funeral. There were no smiles between the March siblings that say as the smoke rose in a large column into the sky. They watched the flames that engulfed their mother's body dance until there was nothing left but ash for the wind to take to the sky. From that day on, Seneca purchased a long golden chain which she hung her mother's wedding ring on and wore around her neck, removing only to bathe.

After Seneca set up arrangements for their house to be sold, she and her fifteen year-old brother made their way back to Gamberyl. After the long hard travel, she decided that, since she was graduating, she would have to find a place she could live with her brother. Having a sweet tooth, she'd befriended the baker several years prior. Immediately, she went to the bakery and asked if she could rent the room above their storage building (like a garage) that was right next to the shop. The baker looked her brother up and down and said that was fine. She would pay rent and Khael would help out in the bakery.

Little did Seneca know, when she returned to the military academy, a small celebration was waiting for her. The captain as well as her pupils had decided that, since she had missed the ceremony due to such terrible circumstances, they would throw her a little celebration of her own. This was a small silver lining that was the beginning of her career as a knight.

It took her only six years to take her mentor's place as Captain of the Royal Guard. He was aging and wanted to retired and Seneca had always been his favorite student. She had the will power and ambition to preform the her duties properly. She was twenty-four years old. Only three years later was she at the celebration for the princess's departure. Everyone was proud of the princess for going off to live in Themron. However, as months went by and less and less was heard of the princess, Seneca began to worry. When the letter finally came explaining that the king of Themron was planning on attacking Agnilar and was basically keeping her as a prisoner, Seneca was quick to send her best guards on a rescue mission. She also sent others to Agnilar to warn them of the possible threat from Themron.

When only two of her guards returned, the others having been taken captive, she knew that matters could only get worse. Word of an upcoming war and rumors of Blythe siding with Themron soon plagued Gamberyl. Seneca found herself swamped with new recruits for the guard. When she showed up at the gates that morning to see the great number of people waiting to enlist, she stared and blinked in disbelief. Then, a simple grin spread across her face. This is one of those things she lived for: training a royal army all on her own. As long as her brother was safe, she was happy. Hopefully, her next series of events would be something that could make her mother proud.

○ A D D I T I O N A L - I N F O R MA T I O N ○

•Khael is now 24 years old. Seneca only remained living with him in the Baker's apartment until he was eighteen. Giving him the space he needed, she moved back into military housing. She offered to allow Khael to come along with her, but he'd become very fond of Mrs. Baker. She reminded him of their mother. When he turned 21, Mrs. Baker (widowed with no children) asked him if he wouldn't mind officially taking over her bakery because she was getting too old and tired. To this day, Khael runs that little bakery while Mrs. Baker sits in her rocking chair by the fire and knits with her cat, Minaire, purrs at her feet. Khael

○ I M A G E S ○

Mellie's True Story: Nicco Baker (Mel's father) is a man of dark skin and hair who has pale blue eyes. His ethnicity is known as Rema. Rema people migrated to a small land on the outskirts of the Ignasian kingdom. They are basically the equal to Gypsies and Ignasians generally do not like them. In fact, Rema are not allowed to live or work within Ignasian cities. Because of this, their small village known as Rematan is very poor. Many people have large families and live in small shacks.

When Isis (Mel's mother) died, Nicco took on a second wife named Hanae and had six more children. Devin (age 15) Brena (13) Gin and Keno (11 - Twins) Ella ( 8 ) and Leena (5). Shortly after Leena was born, Ignasian troops raided their small village. Several buildings were set ablaze, including Mel's home. In that fire, Hanae was murdered and Nicco lost his sight. Due to several injuries and illness, to this day he is stuck in his bed while his oldest son runs his house.

After Hanae passed on and Nicco became bed-ridden, Mel decided that the only way her family would survive is if she went to work in Ignasia and sent them money. That's why she went to work as a mage and worked so hard to get promoted to a high rank. Because of her family history, she spreads rumors about her life to keep anyone off her tracks. The last thing she would need is for her family to be discovered.

They call me: Harlequin Fernassi
The number of candles on my cake: Nineteen
My family is called: The Requiem (Third Blade)
The place in which I fall: Second in Command
I fight with: An automatic handgun that doubles as an automatic crossbow (she rarely uses the arrows) [ X ] and a set of twin daggers with golden handles encrested with emeralds (not rubies like in the pic).
The way I act is like so: She'd like to think she's rather calm and laid back, but she's been known to lose her head sometimes. It takes a lot, or at least the right things, to flare her temper, but once she's mad, getting in her way could be the last thing you ever do. Although, most of the time she's very relaxed and can find humor in almost any situation. She's not impatient or rash at all, in fact, she's quite the opposite. She's very patient and calculating. There's a definite art to being manipulative and getting what you want, and she bets she's close to mastering it. However kindly ruthless she is, though, she still has a very tender heart, but you'll probably never be around long enough to catch a glimpse of that.
My past: Harle was born at sea; her parents were your traditional plundering pirates. Why her father ever let her mother aboard his ship, she surely doesn't know. He knew women were bad luck out at sea, but love makes people do weird things. Sadly, the medical doctor aboard the ship was addicted to his own medications and something went wrong during her birth. Her mother didn't make it. Good thing her dad was the ship captain or else she might have been thrown overboard. Ever since her birth, men have pointed at her and said, "It's Harle, the bad omen- the bringer of death." Back then, she used to hate that title, but now she doesn't mind it so much.

When she was twelve, the pirates working on her dad's ship finally got tired of the old man, saying he had gone soft and was no longer fit to be captain. They dropped them off on a small island and left them there. Being marooned was no fun time. It didn't take long for the natives there to find out Harle and her dad were on their land. They had to swim their way through the sea to another land mass on the horizon. That was probably what made her hate swimming, too. Anyway, for two days, she and her dad were stranded. She never wanted to see another coconut for the rest of her days, she'd tell ya that! To make a long story short, a royal vessel happened by and recognized her dad's face from a wanted poster and he landed himself in jail.

From there, she was too young to live on her own, so the royal guards began to search out a place for her to stay. No respectful orphanage wanted to take in the daughter of a notorious pirate captain. The only place they could find that would take her in was called Madam Shonee's Brothel. That's right, a whore house. Lucky for her, Madam Shonee was a woman with morals and values. She declared Harle too young to service men and so she was used as a maid. She was there for years. In fact, it was just after her sixteenth birthday before she finally had to use to golden daggers her father had gifted her. A man came at her and, well, she can't really remember. She remembers that she got pissed. Then she remembers Madam Shonee shoving her into the back of a barred cart.

The next thing she knew, she was being sold off into slavery! She guessed that that had been Madam Shonee's way of saving her life because, had she been discovered by the guard with that man's dead body, she'd surely be hung up by now. However, her life as a slave didn't last long. She was bought by a group of mercenaries because they were dirty men and thought it would have been fun to have a pretty girl hanging around. It wasn't until nearly killing three of them when they came on to her, just like at the brothel, did the leader call them off. He clearly had interest in her own cold-blooded style and allowed her to join their group as the first woman among them. From then on, it was nothing but respect and she came to love those dirty men like they were family. That is, until the leader died. She still can't believe Boss put Elijah in as his second, but she's starting to cope. At least Boss did her justice by requesting Elijah make her his second.
These things I covet:
&#xu2;022 Shopping
&#xu2;022 Rum and Sake (Occasionally Wine)
&#xu2;022 Puzzles and Strategies
&#xu2;022 Masks (she collects)
&#xu2;022 Children
&#xu2;022 Eating (Loves Mint Chocolate)
That which I avoid:
&#xu2;022 Loud noise
&#xu2;022 Swimming
&#xu2;022 Sour things
&#xu2;022 Clutter or things that don't match properly
&#xu2;022 Women
&#xu2;022 Peanuts (Allergic)
Something else you may wish to know: The tattoo on her forehead was actually a brand she'd gotten just after she was kicked out of the brothel. After the burn healed and she grew older, she decided a brand of a slave didn't suit her. As to give the world a big "F U" she went and had black ink tattooed in over the scar as if to say "So what are you gunna do about it!?" The tattoo on her neck is in remembrance of her mother. She's got several other tattoos, but they're for her eyes only.
My puppeteer: Emmaleth


They call me: Liam Fernassi
The number of candles on my cake: 39
My family is called: The Condemned
The place in which I fall: Other: Bio-Weapon
I fight with: Since he is a bio-weapon, his fingers become very long and thin, almost like claws. They are light weight and easy for him to use but also indestructible. He also wields a battle ax.
The way I act is like so: Once upon a time, Liam had been a loving, adventurous man. His daughter had meant the world to him, but he tried not to let his role as a father mix with his role as a pirate captain. However, his love was too strong and the once rough-tough man's life completely changed. When all was said and done, Liam ended up becoming a hollow, empty person. He is alive, but something is missing. He is almost mindless, a complacent servant now. He moves about with slouched shoulders almost like he's been brainwashed somehow. He is also easily angered and often has random fits of rage.
My past: Liam Fernassi had once been the fearless captain of a notorious pirate ship that used to sail the seas. He was respected and feared by his men- the perfect captain, really, from the age of sixteen. A little over two years of his pirate adventures, Liam met a woman named Cassandre and fell in love with the spunky lady. Against the wishes of his crew, Cassandre moved aboard their ship and she and Liam had a good ol' fashioned pirate's wedding (if there ever was such a thing). Soon after, Cassandre became pregnant. The couple was over joined, but the crew was becoming disgusted.

Liam believed he would be able to balance his time between his new family and his old family (i.e. the crew). The crew, of course, was very skeptical, but Liam was the captain so they put faith in him anyways. Nine months later, sadly, the medical doctor who was in charge of taking care of Cassandre when she went into labor was all jacked up on pills. Something went wrong during the pregnancy and he was unable to help the woman. Cassandre died but left behind a beautiful baby girl named Harlequin. Liam was devastated over his wife's death and the crew could see that. He spent most of his time locked in his cabin, taking care of his baby, periodically sticking his head out, his eyes heavy with bags, to bark orders. In fact, his despair made him much more of a vicious captain than ever before, which is probably why the crew kept their respect for him over the next decade (plus or minus a few years).

When his daughter reached the age of twelve, Liam's wounds began to heal. His anger and bitterness towards his wife's death had subsided and now that Harle was becoming a small adventurous pirate herself, his heart completely opened up to her. He was a wonderful father to her, but, alas, the more of a great father he became, the worse of a captain he became. It wasn't much longer until his crew marooned Liam and Harle on an island where cannibalistic natives lived. To save their own lives, the father-daughter team had to swim to a nearby island across a large straight in the ocean. Again, it wasn't long until a ship happened by and rescued them. Unfortunately, that ship happened to be a royal vessel and instantly recognized the man as the Notorious Captain Liam Fernassi. As soon as they reached shore, Liam was thrown into jail and the last thing he ever heard or saw of his twelve year-old daughter was that she was being sent off to live in a brothel.

Liam was sentenced to a life of imprisonment. Miserable, not knowing what happened to his beloved daughter and believing that she had been forced to become a prostitute, he became a very dark and brooding man, blaming himself for what he believed happened to his daughter. It wasn't until four years later when he was thirty-six, Liam contracted a deadly disease from a new prisoner. As the disease spred through the prison, the guards became fearful and began auctioning off the ill to medical pioneers, witch doctors, insane assylums, etc. Liam was sent to one of those medical pioneers- early doctors who experiemented on live human beings. There, the doctors somehow mutated the virus inside of Liam that caused his disease. After nine months of research on him, he finally had had enough. In a berserker-esque fit of rage, Liam broke free and fled, killing many of the doctors on his way.

For months, he tried to track down his daughter, buring whore houses to the ground in his wake. He had no success. In one of his final raids, the towns people chased him down. He killed many of them, but exhausted himself. The survivors chased after him into the wilderness, cornering him in a cave. Afraid to go inside after him, they set fire to the area. Although the flames didn't reach him, the heat and smoke of them did. Liam nearly suffocated, but was saved by none other than the leader of The Condemned: Kable. For almost a year now, Liam has been working in the monster clan as a tank, so to speak, one of their prized soldiers.
These things I covet:
Children
Rum
Animals
Revenge
Sailing
That which I avoid:
Fire
Disreputable Women
Authority outside his group
Physical Pain
Something else you may wish to know: As a bio-weapon, Liam has above human speed and strength. Although, he is not godlike in any way. His immune system is also advanced thanks to the virus he'd had and the medical experiments done to him. His brown eyes now have a red ring along the edge of the iris giving him a demonic look. Also, his teeth have become sharp and jagged in an almost werewolf-like way.
My puppeteer: Emmaleth

XXXXXTHE RIDER

◀ what you may call me :: Norah
◀ years since the womb :: 22
◀ i am a :: Female
◀ i ride for the :: Jailbait Men

XXXXXTHE RIDER'S STORY

◀ how i live :: Norah is generally a happy person, but she's a fiesty one as well. She can go from being a flirtacious doll to your worst enemy in a matter of mere seconds if she wants to. The straight-forward type, she's usually up for a challenge and absolutely loves adventure. She can be considered cocky, but she doesn't think there's anything wrong with a bit of confidence. This also flows into the fact that she can be a bit oblivious from time to time. She's definitely the strong independent type, but she doesn't have a problem with taking a boy toy under her wing, so to speak, from time to time. Another few of her famous traits are: loud, lucky, blunt, charming, and clumsy.
◀ why i am the way i am ::Coming from a large family, Norah grew up as the second oldest of seven children and the only girl in the bunch. Her parents lived far out in the country and bred horses for a living. Those horses were often sold to the larger kingdoms, being one of the top breeders in the region, and used for royal and military purposes. Their family was well off, but not rich or anything. They had what they needed in order to survive, and they had each other. It wasn't until Ezra, Norah's older brother (four years her senior) decided that his life needed to be more than just breeding horses. After a long fight with his parents, he stormed out in the middle of the night with only a small pack of essentials leaving a shrill silence behind him.

Two years had passed, making Norah about fifteen years old, before they heard from Ezra again. It was a great surprise to see her older brother coming through the gate, but even more of a surprise was the large creature that stepped along behind him. A huge blue-scaled dragon followed him. As it turned out, he'd joined the Drachereiter and had been raising the dragon for the past year. He explained that it would be learning how to fly over the next several months. Norah laughed at her brother and teased him. He'd wanted a life that was more than horses, so he merely went into the military and got a much bigger horse that could breathe ice and fly. Nevertheless, she was just glad to see her big brother again, as were her five younger brothers and sisters and their parents.

A year later and Ezra was flying with his dragon and another year later he was finally off going on missions. He stopped by frequently to visit his family. Then, one day, an unfamiliar dragon swooped down from the sky and a rather sullen looking soldier climbed off its back. Terrible news for the Ellsworths: their oldest son was no more. He'd become a victim to battle. Norah was distraught and it was one of the few instances she allowed herself to be driven to tears. The soldier spoke with her later, privately, and explained that all of their dragons had been uneasy lately as if there were something out there that they feared. Whatever it was, that soldier suspected that it was what had brought an end to her brother's life.

Norah was seventeen at the time and her birthday was only weeks away. Determined to avenge her brother, she packed her things and bid her family farewell. Enlisting, she was shocked when they handed her a rather over-sized burnt orange dragon egg. When it finally hatched, a small red dragon with black-tipped scales and a gold belly climbed out. Its black beady eyes blinked up at her and she grinned. Something seemed familiar about those beady eyes, and so, she decided to refer to the creater as Ezra, after her best friend and older brother. With that, she was given her tattoo and all those years raising horses definitely came in handy. Now, even though her dear dragon seems to have a personality almost the exact opposite of hers, Norah rides with great spirit and enthusiasm, but she hasn't forgotten her main goal: To find whatever it was that killed her brother and destroy it.
◀ my weapon :: A kusarigama and the traditional sword and dagger.
◀ charms :: Norah is boy crazy, and by boy, I mean, younger-than-her. She also loves sweets and has a deep appreciation for nature.
◀ curses :: While graceful in the air, Norah is very clumsy on her own two feet. She hates having to walk long distances. In fact, any physical labor on her part is looked at with distain. That rules out training and exercise as well. She's also a bad swimmer, so she's not a fan of being in water, either.

Character name: Ruari Jardrenn
Gender: Female
Species: Elf / Ice Elf
Age: 20
Bio: Ruari was born to a nomadic tribe of ice elves in the northern tundra regions in Lastrael. The odd thing about her was that her father was an outsider, something very rare to the ice elves. He was a normal nocturnal elf by the name Baelisar Umbra who had traveled north to seek out the meaning of powers he and his people had that he did not understand. During his brief stay, Baelisar met an ice elf by the name of Fanilae. Unknown to him, he had sired a daughter during his stay. The umbra clan never knew of Ruari's existance, but she was quite the spectacle amoung the ice elves. Ice elves generally blend in with their surroundings. These elves with white hair and icey blue skin just didn't know what to think when a pink fleshy baby was born to their own tribe with her deep brown hair.

Most of Ruari's childhood, she was treated as an outcast. The other children found her strange, even though she wasn't different from them in many ways aside from her appearance. It wasn't until she entered her teenage years that she began to develop strong skills in the shadow arts. Now, it isn't rare for shadow magic to develop in ice elves, nor healing magic or even clairvoyance, which Ruari found herself mildly equipt with. She cannot so much see into the future as she can just instinctively feel things. It's as if she has a sixth sense that guides her, and once it developed, her popularity grew among her tribe. She was ability to locate lost things or determine what sort of illness or cure people needed. As time went on, she went from being an odd child to almost like a revered oracle or priestess amoung her tribe and one of the key navigators that would lead them to food and drinking water. It's only been recently that Ruari's sense has been telling her something that would change her life is coming her way. She's supposed to meet someone, but, just yet, she isn't quite sure who.
Extra: Because of her odd upbringing, Ruari is very proper and speaks very articulately when she is around her people. However, when she's alone with family (she does have half siblings and her mother still), she has a very sarcastic side. She also has a very good sense of humor and is usually very patient. But watch out, because when her temper flares, all of the ice around her seems to melt.

Family:

Father - Baelisar Umbra
Mother - Fanilae Jardrenn
Step Father - Gondien Jardrenn
Sister (12) - Mirima Jardreen
Brother (9) - Rilien Jardeen
Sister (3) - Eccaia Jardreen