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Name: Isabel Eldic
Player: Penden
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Magic?: No.
Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, and dark olive skin.
Personality: Isabel is sensible, as you would hope from some one who runs so much. She can hold numbers in her head and remember a lot of what people say to her, meaning that she remembers complaints and instructions. For this reason, she can hold a grudge and isn't afraid to be spiteful to people who have been mean to her in the past.
History:


Marean Eldic -- Former head mistress. Marean was the woman who owned Cedric originally, and has been working to buy many of his male children for the compound as a status symbol. She was obsessed with Cedric, finding him exotic and finally trusting him more than he was worth, so that he escaped. She started rumors that Cedric did not escape, but was bought by another compound run by a friend of hers. Marean currently still owns the compound but has handed over most of its day-to-day needs to her daughter, Isabel. Marean is about 50 years old.

Nae Eldic -- Marean's sister (Isabel's aunt). Nae is jealous of Isabel because she had envisioned her own daughter running the compound some day. But she doesn't have one. Approval from the government was never a problem; getting pregnant and not aborting the baby was. Nae went to serve her country in the capital. She has been there for over five years and has just come back.

Hafiz -- An old gardener who helped the previous slave trainer train new gardeners, and now helps Katrina do the same.

Sherel -- Cedric's wife. Dragon: Sekius'talen

Kiyap Turea tribe signifies the leaders of the four families with colored arm bands. Here is the leader NPCs name and the color of each.

• Blæd (Blaed) -- Warrior/spy class (Red) Leader: Craze
  
• Gemynd -- scholars, artists (green) Grinder
  
• Hælt (Haelt) -- healers/doctors (blue) Thole
  
• Weork -- artisans/craftsman, builders (yellow)Bilboa

Fabel -- an acquaintance of Vania (played by Roka_Shotar) and a friend of Isabel, who helped free Nej from Eldic Estates, and who is part of the underground of Feretris.

Lilith -- a friend of Tony and Jack who aided in the raid on Eldic Estates.

Geffry -- a poor hapless slave who was "freed" by Prothel and probably got killed or re-captured after the raid.

Geff and Leone -- thugs that aided Fabel in questioning Jhovam, but then got a talking to from Jhovam's dragon because of it

Selve -- a woman of the Kiyap Turea tribe who helped Aela and Kayu

Amil (Amilatchaeus) -- a white dragon that Jhovam rides on his way (back) to Feretris. The opal dragon that Sherel rides is unnamed.

Anth -- the woman who owns Hammon and is sent to carry a message to Terice Estates

The Flaming Mercs Brigade -- a band of renegade Anjts women who aid Feretris (played by hm103)

Russet -- Gale's father (played by hm103)

Rh'Delle -- the dragon who kidnapped Katrina

Tesunie's mother: Mearia Kataren
Tesunie's father: Luca
Aunt (magic user): Minlee Kataren

King Harlan -- king of Tok, Cedric's brother

Dheadrix - Cedric's dragon

Maura -- Harlan's and Cedric's younger sister. Long blonde hair, brown eyes, and fair skin.

Kik -- poor guy got attacked by Seyu

Keraitelixch - Maura's dragon who ran off with a group of young dragons to Feretris. Gold dragon (halting magic)

Captain Liam Neliesh - the first tiny person (Kokiri, who ride Iki) to make contact with one of the characters, Tesunie

Delai -- Liam's wife, who travels to the plains to scout out the situation with the dragons

Teria - Kiyap Turea healer who helped Tony + Lilith after the raid

Cheryl - a less-than-radical member of the underground who fights more for her own selfish interest rather than any of the number of noble causes available to her.

Klaptack and Bourgeon - Maelyn's horses

Haggrab Blaed - Maelyn's father (Anjts, took mother's name), friend of Raven Firestorm. Occasional contact person with Feretris underground, but mainly a scout or guard on dangerous missions.

Raven Firestorm - Ronyo's father (Anjts), friend of Haggrab Blaed. Major organizer in contacting the underground of Feretris and helping escaped slaves.

Lily Sun Cloud - Ronyo's mother (Demere)

Lady Cheryl - the woman who captured Arril

Emerith - (a derivative name of Amrita) the unicorn who led the capture of Gale and sent Delai to taunt the dragons

Yond - one of the unicorns that help Emerith bind Gale

Terce - one of the unicorns that help Emerith bind Gale

Arden - man who accompanies Katrina in dragon form (Theddryn. Gold). "At one end of the small room, a man sat at a round table playing solitaire. The grizlled, rough-shaven face turned towards her as the man paused in his game long enough to regard the new comer. His hair was a grey and his eyes where hazel. He was not a wrinkled old man, but he his weather-worn and toughened hide-like skin attested to he fact that he was not new to the vigours of life. He was dressed, like Katrina, in a simple breaches and jerkin meant to keep the worst of wind and weather from their bodies."

Lana - woman who accompanies Katrina in dragon form (green Rh'Delle). "The other person in the room was a stately woman whose age was hidden behind a very well-kept beauty. She carried herself with dignity and seemed to regard the world through warm, but calculating eyes. Her fading red hair was done up in a stylish fashion, that was perhaps as simple as any courtier would dare go. Her long robe-like gown was covered by a cloak and cowl, both were shades of blue. They were thick enough, however, that Katrina could see they were for more than just show. She smiled at Katrina. Immidiately, Katrina recognized this woman's strength was tact and diplomacy. "

Name: Katrina Preace
Player:Kai Karasurei
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Magic?: She is bonded to an opal dragon with dramatic color. Its body is long, like a snake, with fine, sharp-featured appendages and an angular, piercing snout. It�s rushing through the forest fill the trees with the sound of thunder from all directions. Her dragon's name is Drxisisliege. She has so far become practiced in switching with her dragon and is aware of the bond. She hides this very well, afraid of what other women might think of this. Her magic consists of divine like effects. Such effects so far only include extra-perception (seeing past obstructing objects/without her eyes, sensing truth/lie) but she hopes to expand this soon. She also hides her dragon�s power behind her normal magic. It is strongest in the area of animals, but she uses it on men often with limited effect.
Appearance: To come - 5'4" White Hair, blue eyes, pale complexion,
Personality: Her main virtues are compassion, mercy and patience. These can be extreme in some cases. Charisma and charm are her specialties, but wisdom is far from her grasp. Stubborn and emotional, she tends to be slow to jump in, but hardly looks before she leaps and leaps with as much vigour as possible. She can be flirty and playful, seeking beauty in all things, but in nature above all. She is very emotionally empathetic to all things. However, she realizes the natural order of the wild and the cycle of life. Above all she is free spirited. She believes that women should be free to express themselves and is now coming to believe the same goes for men. Men and animals are to be trained as companions and not as slaves.
History: Cedric's firstborn was female, embodying all his own exoticness. She was raised in the compound with a general education, but tended to use her free time away from it, roaming about in forests and fields. She had little interest in the politics and hierarchies of the Matriarchal system until she was about 16. By then she had developed a strong personality. Among many, she was known for the virtues of mercy and compassion. She was unbiased in almost all respects. She also had an affinity for animals. She was also stubborn and whimsical. She tended to attach herself to events, people, and objects without rhyme or reason. With her guardians rseeing her potential within the natural realm and finding her magical ability enough to all but grantee she would never be given leave to have a child, she was allowed to pursue knowledge in the areas she so desired. From that point on she focused her studies on animals and grew up aspiring to the roll of the compound's Stable Mistress. All animals and men bought and sold at the compound where known to her from pedigree to health to abilities. She identified creatures during forays into the wild and is an apt falconer. In her encounters with larger creatures, she realized she would have to learn how to fight, in case her survival ever depended on it and her experience in handling men taught her that her compassion would have to be tempered by aggression. She could train men and animal with the same ease. Indeed, she had been brought up to believe there was little difference between the two. By 19, she had figured this was false. She had come to the conclusion that men were, in fact, like women. This disturbed her. She treated men much better than most other women, and even then, the compound treated the animals better then men in some respects. Growing into a full adult allowed her to catch on to the spirit of restrained freedom amon g the men and was smart enough to know that this would forever remain a dream unless someone could voice it out loud. She sympathized with men, but was torn. She was, after all, a woman. Even if she were willing to give up the power that gave her in society, there would still be a problem of how the men would see her if they ever gathered the courage to raise up. Would they kill her, too? At 22 and a half, she remains sympathetic to men, but not openly. She is seen as too forgiving, but she produces slaves that work well enough that her metheods cannot be reasonably questioned. Apart from being the compounds foremost source of knowledge on animals she is also able to train men to suit positions they are required to fill. She handles new additions to the compound as well as retraining older slaves for new positions. She knows the technique of a number of weapons, but is not as able in martial arts. Fighting animals is better done with a weapon.

Name: John "Jack"
Player: Penden
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Magic?: None
Appearance: John is fairly tall at six feet, with very dark brown hair and brown eyes. Because of some nominal heritage from the west, his skin is fairer than a Feretris local, but otherwise he blends in pretty well.
Personality: He will play the fool or any other part to get something done. Sometimes he thinks so much about what to say or do that he acts like he didnt think at all: sometimes his planned and improv acting are a bit excessively complicated for accomplishing his ends. He's fairly good at judging people but does not always know how to respond, being self-conscious. He can't sleep if he feels unproductive or bored, because then he starts THINKING and planning so much that he just can't fall asleep. He is brave, even reckless, and willing to use other brave people, although sometimes this gets him in unecessary trouble.
History: Jack met Tony when Feretris sent reinforcements to the slave underground. Jack had tried unsuccessfully to make a difference at the Feretris border for months before Tony arrived, but had merely suceeded in endangering his life and spreading chaos among conflicted, seasoned slaves. Now he only ventures into Feretris under Tony's suggestions and directions, and fares much better as an undercover man getting the word out to slaves.

Name: Jhovam Urith
Player: Roka_Shotar
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Magic?: Jhovam’s magic was subtle, at best. He tended to have restorative, positive capabilities that guide him in the field of healing and mundane remedies for complicated injuries. His draconic bond linked him to a youthful silver dragon named Yghrashmak, whom was a submissive creature (mimicking Jhovam’s own tendencies). Yghrashmak was much more potent in the magical field, using his positive abilities constantly to those whom he believed “injured”. This, over time, strengthened Ygrashmak’s own abilities and powers.
Appearance: [ image ] Jhovam was a short, thin boy. With his pale skin, dark blond hair, and dark gray-blue eyes, he obviously had marks of a different heritage. He had a thin build, with slightly developed muscles and little fat. During laborious activities, his skin paled even further, making him look sickly and ill. He was often seen wearing simple brown robes or clothing, hardly anything elegant. After all, he was a slave boy; he didn’t need to look extravagant. He carried a silver rod with a steel head, however, as marks of his previous ownership. His “mace” comforted him in stressful times, and he knew how to wield if it necessary against rodents, insects, and other pests.
His face wasn’t the most attractive in the group, what with a longer nose than the norm and slightly larger eyes. His cheekbones were hidden under a thin layer of fat, giving him a slightly elongated but not-chiseled face. When in a comfortable place, his modest face radiated with warmth and comfort. When in an unusual setting, however, he often shook with uncontrollable shakes. In any case, he almost always humped over, showing his submissive attitude.
Ygrashmak, Jhovam’s silver dragon, was truly a regal creature. Standing tall, almost double Jhovam’s height, Ygrashmak was an imposing figure. His scales were tiny, hardly noticeable by the casual observer. Instead, one would notice how he seems to shimmer and shine, reflecting the environment around him. He had a beak-like nose that seemed to be formed out of a large plate. Similar plates ran up his head, separating into two horns that protrude from behind his eyes. Each horn was tipped with a dark silvery blue. He had two eyes, each one a silvery-blue orb that shined even more so then the rest of him. There weren’t any pupils, so one would have troubles knowing exactly what he was looking at.
Along the spine of Ygrashmak was a long, vellum-like frill. It was silvery blue, and was supported by silvery-blue spikes tipped with a darker hue. It appeared to be quite delicate, but was, indeed, reflective and shimmering. A similar frill followed his jaw to behind his eyes, forming a goatee-like beard and a web-like boarder along the side of his head. He had two large, silvery blue wings that seem soft and warm to the touch. An odd trait was obvious to his anatomy: he had an extra claw on his left front leg.
Personality: Jhovam, being raised as a slave his entire life, was a passive and submissive person. He seemed to be a genuinely caring person, acting as both a nurturer and supporter for those whom he worked for. He has steadfast loyalty to his “masters”, and would defend his honor of that loyalty to the end if he must. He was naturally inquisitive, but his oppressive past owner made him halt almost all questions before they were even asked. Because of that, he hardly spoke up and inquired about justifications, plans, and knowledge. His dragon followed a similar personality type. As a passive dragon, the bond between Jhovam and Yghrashmak wasn’t as radical and chaotic as some others, but the bond itself threatened the two more. After all, it was easier to harm someone who didn’t have the will to fight.
History: Jhovam was raised as a slave in his old mistress’s home, where he was a general slave who did the minor biddings of his master. When he grew older, he showed a talent with herbs and medicine, so his mistress trained him as a backup-healer aside from his normal tasks. When a vile sickness gripped her compound, he and the three other slave-healers devised a cure, making his mistress very proud. To show her gratitude (she was very fickle), she gave Jhovam a silver-stone mace. He learned to use it when the mistress alerted him of pest problems, which happened commonly. To deal with them, he had to squash them constantly before he finally devised herbal solutions; he used strong-smelling herbs to repel the pests before they even became a problem. For this reward, the mistress gave him a small, shiny rock. He held that gift in the highest esteem for decades.
At night, Jhovam encountered dreams of an unknown sort; he felt an unusual presence. The pressure of this force was always there, and yet he could never reach out and touch it. The shadows in the dream twirled and shook at his touch, as if they thought the attempt to solve the mystery was simply tickling them. Finally, he walked through the shadows enveloping him and discovered a brilliantly silver . . . thing. He didn’t know what it was, or where it came from. Honestly, his initial reaction was fear, and he immediately woke up. Ever since that dream, he felt that light presence brush up against his consciousness, causing him to panic at the slightest events and seem to be in a daze half the time.
His mistress, after a stressful night and cracking of sanity, sold her slaves across the world. Jhovam was sold to the compound, where he finally dreamt contact with this silver form. Hesitantly asking what it was, he soon found out it was a “dragon” or some such nonsense. Instead of ignoring it, he grew familiar with it, and together, they defeated imaginary beasts in the dreams or simply became friends. For once, Jhovam openly spoke his mind with this creature.
It called itself “Yghrashmak”, and it became clearer and clearer when the dreams progressed over many nights. One day, Jhovam felt the odd tingle on his mind, and the world began to swim and blur, shifting and fading into an alien place of oddly-shaped and colored grass. He saw a glimpse of his silver friend before landing in this world, confused and in a headache. Where he was? He didn’t know.

Name: Viecada

Player: Fenrir SongMoon

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Appearance: Viecada is a slim woman of average appearance. Her hair, which is a deep and dark burnt brown, is long but always restrained, usually in tight buns, or at the very least, braids. During grand occasions, she'll braid it in individual strands, but that's fairly rare. Here eyes are cold and merciless, and a rather muddy shade of brown. She dresses in dark colors, and is always in a dress that is fairly simple. She has a tendency to wear evening gloves at all hours. Typically, she carries a few pieces of jewelry as well. When one sees her, they are given the impression that she is a ruthless business woman with little to no imagination. They are right.

Personality: Viecada, in short, is not a very nice person. Her attitude towards others is very tooth and nail, and she takes everything she can get. She has no problem in hurting others to accomplish her goals. To her, everything is about power and wealth, and friendship is a hindrance along the way.

Know magic?: Yes, she has the ability to inflict pain. She only ever bothered learning how to hurt others, and it never took a real form. Her skill is limited strictly to causing pain, and it has no actual physical manifestation and cannot kill directly. However, the pain can cause severe psychological trauma if bad and long enough, so it is still a frightening skill she makes use of frequently with disobedient slaves.

History: Viecada was an unfortunate birth. While the pairing of her mother and the slave certainly would have been approved, the foolish woman (In Viecada's eyes) went ahead and bred before obtaining permission on some whim of disgusting passion. As such, she was not allowed a family name, and was taken as an orphan, forced to do work otehrs would not have enjoyed.

Viecada had been given tgo and employed by a slave trader. The woman needed the extra hand in controlling slaves, and so employed Viecada in being a slave driver. Viecada made an excellent slave driver of course- she was bitter at growing up without access to the riches and luxuries she deserved, that her mother had and had denied her in a ridiculous fashion. This bitterness caused her to gain a reputation for cruelty, but even more so, discipline. Slaves never moved against her because of crippling fear, and she could command them to walk into their deaths because they feared her displeasure more than what laid beyond.

Viecada grew into an adult, and remained bitter. All of the other women who looked down on her were those she considered to be enemies. After all, they were gifted in birth, something she couldn't control at all. One might think that this would make her sympathetic to the men she dominated, but alas, it wasn't true- that made her gloat over the power she had over them even more. Thus, the woman despised everyone and everything, with perhaps the sole exception of other women who had been born without approval, such as she. However, these women she also suspects of being dangerous rivals- there is no winning with her.

The woman that Viecada worked for was rather old by the time Viecada had entered adulthood. She had actually fairly taken over operation of the business because her matron couldn't perform half of the functions, and when she passed away, it was no surprise. Viecada did not cry (She hated that old bag as much as anyone else), but instead, rejoiced. As there were no living female relatives of this woman, Viecada was able to capture the business for herself, narrowly avoiding it ebing snapped up by competitors in a long line of near misses and court battles. After receiving the mediocre business, she then began to ruthlessly claw her way to the top. After the passing of six years, she has managed to turn her slave business into one of the most respected while simultaneously burying the fact that she was an orphan.

She constantly is trading, buying, and selling slaves. She has taken an orphan under her wing as well to do the job she used to do. Having no interest in men as sexual creatures, and less in women, she imagines that the orphan will eventually take the business over as she once did. The girl is the only creature whom she has any affection for whatsoever, and that is only luke warm at best.

Name: Abwyviel
Player: Kax Sparkson
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Magic: A first generation daughter of Cedric, she is bonded to an emerald dragon, but does not know it yet. Though she has been having dreams of green chameleons lately....
She also possesses the other type of magic, and uses it very often in her occupation.
Appearance: She's not really tall, but not really short; not very fat, but not deathly thin, either. She has dark brown hair, tan skin, and blue eyes, inherited from her father.
Personality: Generally fairly quiet, she likes keeping her thoughts to herself, though sometimes her temper gets to her and she starts shouting. She is somewhat stubborn, always believing that her way is correct. Though she is very obedient, sometimes her duties are carried out rather sulkily.
History: Her mother, the last of her family's line, died in child birth. Abwyviel's mother was a distant relative of several women who are headmistresses of various compounds (the Eldics among them), and each wanted the compound for themselves after she died. Forgotten about by her distant relatives, Abwyviel ended up being treated as an unsanctioned child even though she really wasn't. Then Viecada found her and took her in as an assistant slave driver, and she was taught how to use her magic to keep slaves in line. Grateful towards the woman who had found her, she performs her duties loyally. She is curious to know who her family was, but it isn't an obsession to her. Yet.

Name: Morgan
Player: [.Y.a.v.i.e.]
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Magic?: None
Appearance: Morgan is, in a word, peculiar. Therefore, his appearance matches nicely.
He is of average height, and his build is almost that of an adolescent with its too-thin, unstable appearance. Large eyes and high cheekbones give his face an almost effeminate quality. He keeps his black hair long, as is custom with his people, though it is most often tucked into whatever mad outfit he has selected for the day.
His outfits seem to have very little rhyme or reason to them. He will often assemble any old thing he finds in his posession, such as a false mustache or cape into his attire.
Personality: He matches his appearance well. He will drift in and out of conversations, idly steering them where he wishes. Though his language is polite, proper, and almost gentlemanly, he will often discuss the most absurd things, even in the middle of crisis.
He is far from foolish, however. When a situation goes ill, his demeanor will take a severe turn.
History: Early in life, the Demere Morgan lost his two older brothers to the raids, both were killed. And so, he had only his parents while growing up. His mother and father were deeply loyal to the Paramilitary faction of the growing opposition, and so their ideas were passed on to their son.
As he grew into an adult, Morgan would play the role of a sort of scout, searching out and pinpointing new targets for attack, mainly raids on supplies. He has accompanied several of them, as he is skilled with small, stealthy weapons such as throwing knives.