Fantasy 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐚 ; the unit

[miyabi]

Legends of Drasira

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application info.

PLEASE PUT YOUR CLASS HERE!

Full Name:
Nickname: (if applicable)
Age: please make your characters 20+
Gender: any gender identity is welcome
Sexuality: any sexuality is welcome
Class:
Nation: Aestantis, Al Visar, Hestea, Ituthia, Likha, Nai Sie, Sredzym (please cast faceclaims accordingly)

Appearance: Description or faceclaim -- please add face claim's name
FACE CLAIM: this has to be a REAL picture, not art. -- please remember that these characters are HUMAN.

Personality:

OPTIONAL
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Habits, quirks:
Skills:
Fears: THIS WILL BE USED IN THE RP.

BACKGROUND -
History: PLEASE put a TRIGGER WARNING on the post. Note that you cannot say that your character has been in the Black Order for years given that the chosen characters are a newer initiates.

Reputation: This is what your character is known as, regarded as, etc. It doesn't necessarily have to be true, but it's a circulating thing for your character.

Sacrifice: This should be a great personal sacrifice your character has done that could be notable for the Black Order. It will be referenced throughout the story.

Extras:

classes.

warrior

With skill centered around strength and physical combat, this class is more than just a sword and shield. Typically falling between two categories, damage and protection, if not both, warriors are a class that take on damage, as well as deal damage head on. In former times and now, warriors are regarded highly as brave combatants and show an advanced aptitude in the battlefield. Their combative prowess, however, is at the cost of either agility or range. These fighters are versatile and weapons-oriented, adept in using their skill, strategy, and tactics to their advantage. One of the more fearless of the bunch, the warrior is known to lead in combat and storm into the frontlines of any fight.

Known to wear any type of armor, but favoring metal work and even dragon scales due to its durability.

Their skills include:
Increased health
Swordsmanship
Hand to Hand combat
Endurance

Scholar

“Knowledge is power.” Once wrote the great Sir Francis Bacon- an excerpt from his 1597 publication ‘Meditationes Sacrae and Human Philosophy.’ Although the notorious saying can be traced all the way back to an old Sanskrit proverb- an ancient Indian notion that knowledge is far more valuable than any riches to come, far more powerful than any king or queen capable- and whom better to know all of this than a scholar? Deeply rooted within the worlds of literature, linguistics, maths, science and history, scholars, despite lacking in the battlefield, prove themselves versatile through their sharp wit, heavy strategy and vast intellect. Able to absorb and apply whatever information they encounter, scholars are best utilized for directory, translation and strategy.

The armour of a scholar is rarely light given their mediocrity on the battlefield. Bulkier in more dangerous terrains, scholars simply cannot risk injury to the skull or eyes given their crucial role in brain power and suggestion.

The skills of a scholar include:
decoding
translation
mapping
adaptability

Ranger

Adept in ranged weapons (bows, crossbows, and throwing weapons), this class is far more accurate when attacking from long distances. With their sense of aim, they are able to increase their damage and ensure successful hits. Much like the scout, this class is well-versed in their surroundings; this, however, is in the case of hunting and camping. Often found in trees, this class takes on an offensive role; this class is extensively trained and incredibly agile.

Light armor and able to blend into their surroundings like the scout, however with thicker protection due to taking on damage.

Their skills include:
Ranged combat
Stealth
Climbing
Increased perception

Bard

Of fair voice and nimble fingers, songweavers of the battlefield, fortifying success in combat; lest their companions’ strength be wavered, the Bard’s passionate songs inspire and light a fire in their hearts. Soothing words, carefully crafted, with the delicate sound of music, this class is one whose uses are near universal — from combat to the departure of souls, bringer of peace to those who are suffering, and invoker of chaos to those opposing.

Armor is often light, avoiding bulky armor that will weigh them down. Due to this, they have vulnerabilities towards direct, heavy attacks

Their skills often include:
Persuasion
Songs of battle
Songs of rest
Bardic Inspiration
Music and Poetry

Rogue

An agile fighter that prides themselves on their quick, precise work -- often donning a knife and dagger, this class hides within the shadows, reliant on their own stealth and skill. Quick to find the vulnerabilities of others, they can quickly use this to their advantage -- unconventionally finding solutions, the rogue is a class that epitomizes adaptability and high aptitude. Although seen as mere criminals by many, the Black Order sees this class as useful; going so far as to keeping one or more within each of their units. This class does not use magic.

Armor is often light, avoiding bulky armor that will weigh them down. Due to this, they have vulnerabilities towards direct, heavy attacks.

Their skills often include:
lock-picking
sleight of hand
persuasion
deception
athleticism
acrobatics

Scout

Reliant on mobility, the scout favors fast movements to deal attacks--they are, however, primarily used for reporting back to the team and staying ahead of the group in order to warn the others of incoming threat. They are often nimble, well-versed in terrains, and are found riding horses. With an advanced aptitude in map-reading and navigation, scouts are an essential part of the team. Able to disarm and typically find traps within an allotted time, scouts are often relied on.

Their armor is often light and able to blend in with its surroundings, boots are muffled for a lesser chance of detection.

Their skills include:
Navigation
Stealth
Threat Detection
Trap disarming

Medic

A nurturer by nature, this class hones the very saviour of saviours. Experts in both natural and scientific healing properties, medics are said to utilize their biological expertise within crucial medical care and often go to great lengths to do so. Quick on their feet, medics bear quite a large responsibility for the health of their teammates and are routinely tasked with their maintenance and weekly check-ins. A sort of guiding figure, their steady heads, quick thinking and little reaction to stark pressures not only allow for them to work within an uncontrolled environment, but to save numerous lives in doing so.

The armour of a medic is often light and durable- made to accommodate swift movements in case of medical emergencies. This is set to change given the situation at hand.

The skills of a medic include:
Healing--potion making and herbalism
identifying lethal and non-lethal properties
steady handling
emergency care.

Blacksmith

Skilled in the art of metalwork and welding, blacksmiths are the well-muscled companions of the black order. Able to dance within the scorching flames of a fire, they are best known for weapon repairments, etching intricate incantations and preparing their conglomerate with improved armours and weaponry. Arguably the most creative out of the classes, their strong sense of community often allows them to build relationships (both business oriented and friendly) amongst other blacksmiths, often resulting in new discounted weapons and/or protection.

The armour of a blacksmith: often bulky as they are prone to wielding large weights, self-designed and produced more often than not.

The skills of a blacksmith include:
design; the ability to etch incantations into armor and weapons
strength
endurance
amicability

extra information.

Accepted players will be able to make second characters when approved!

LORE PAGE

Who lives in Drasira?
Although this is Fantasy Based, the Gods have only created humans and their monsters. However, if you do have an idea that could work, please do not hesitate to reach out! We'd like to help as much as we can.

Magic.
Magic, although existent in Drasira, is mostly limited to enchanted items that were created prior to and during the Era of Beasts. These items are hard to come by, often passed down by generations, found in ruins, held in academies, and most notably, the Black Order's main facility.

Who are the Black Order?
Founded by Vardil Nehra in Drasira's time of need, the Black Order is a guild that essentially hunts monsters: this may be for pay, but the intentions are well-meant. Recruitment into the Black Order isn't easy, as members often have impressive reputations amd have made great personal sacrifices; this, however, isn't only restricted to do-gooders. The Black Order recognizes that you do not have to specifically be good, but you must have the skill and knowledge they seek. People from each class are welcomed.

The Black Order is behind most of Drasira's operations in terms of Monster Hunting. Mostly loved, sometimes feared, they are--for the most part--a heroic, but mysterious guild that prides itself on its work. During the time of the RP, it would have already been about 100 years since the artifacts have been lost.

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This roleplay will be heavily lore based, thus we've made a directory that could assist you--the link to the lore thread will be included. It is recommended that the lore is read over.

Character deaths will happen, this will be due to dice rolls: although dice will not be used 100%, they will be used to make major decisions. Don't worry, your character won't die off completely; the Black Order will give this group an amulet that can resurrect them--there is, however, consequence to this. When back to life, a small piece of their soul and sanity is taken, tread cautiously.

For roles, they are not assigned -- just options of what classes to choose from! The only ones that ARE assigned are Captain and Co-Captain, however these roles will be given to you by us, the GMs. No, you cannot apply for those roles.

The Black Order is behind most of Drasira's operations in terms of Monster Hunting. Mostly loved, sometimes feared, they are--for the most part--a heroic, but mysterious guild that prides itself on its work. During the time of the RP, it would have already been about 100 years since the artifacts have been lost.

INSPIRATIONS: witcher, bloodborne, folklore, dishonored, skyrim.

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cpt. ymir yaotsai

# warrior

# jamie chung

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서예슬

captain.

There is some good in this world and it's worth fighting for.

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  YAOTSAI, Ymir

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Nai Sie

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  It is safe to say that Ymir isn't petite; rather, the opposite. Standing at 5'8" with a muscular build, body marred by scars of battle, her figure is considerably strong and lean. What was once a small, fragile girl had blossomed into a solidly built woman with enough strength to withstand the weight of her armor and weaponry.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dark brown, Ymir's hair is thick and long--hitting the middle of her back, but often tied back.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  She comes from cowards--the village fools--and yet a hero is born.
  
  With the weight of her family’s reputation heavily on her shoulders, Ymir is--and always will be--the child of the spineless. The bearer of cruelty at the hands of her father’s cowardice--alienated by those who were most trusted--Ymir fights to lead people through darkness. She holds onto the light that sneaks in between the shadows; when the monsters come Ymir, unlike her father, is fearless. A way to keep the restlessness at bay as she endlessly proves herself separate from the clutches of her family’s reputation; a woman that feels guilt from the actions of her blood.
  
  She is selfless, no doubt about it. The type to lend a shoulder to cry on, outstretch her hand when needed, and to foolishly put herself in front of danger for the sake of another. Impressively so, her patience is equally as undoubtful; with the tests of time, the lingering eyes of her old village, and the constant chatter regarding her associations, Ymir proves more than capable of keeping her head cool. That is, unless those closest to her are under immense distress.
  
  Tenacious with a good head on her shoulders, the figure of efficient leadership, most wouldn’t argue whether or not Ymir is capable. Despite this, Ymir has her questionable moments; remarkably, the woman isn’t always cool-headed. A frequenter of trying to keep the trouble at bay, especially in the usual tavern brawl, Ymir may also find herself in the middle of it. Chaos, as much as she would hate to admit, gives her the thrill she often sets aside for others. Quick to defend those that need it and ready to fight alongside her friends, her loyalty is unquestionable.
  
  Although seemingly witty, convivial, and sharp, Ymir has her moments. She is, for the most part, lacking social skills--large crowds and public speaking being a downfall she strives to face--and is clueless when flirtation is presented to her. Though, she may accidentally flirt back. The type of person to think most flirtatious advancements are a proposition of friendly standing, it takes her a while to catch on--if she is even able to. And in the case of expressing her own romantic fondness, she is one to stumble over her words; clumsily knocking things over, tripping over her feet, and failing miserably at trying her hand at being smooth; Ymir is anything but.
  
  Most would expect encouraging words, a friendly smile, and endless compliments as a way of positive reinforcement; the type to make her appreciation known whenever she can. Despite this, Ymir isn’t one to be appreciated by all. A prankster, Ymir isn’t opposed to practical jokes and any other antics--so long as they do not cause actual harm.
  
  In battle, Ymir is intelligent and swift; quick on her feet and adaptable, her combative prowess is evident. Confident in her own skill, she rarely backs away from a fight--easily conquering most opponents when it comes down to it. Able to take on the lead, she is no stranger to giving proper direction and fully planning fights; her knowledge in combat, however, is ever present when making up solutions on the fly.
  
  Troubled by inner tribulation, often guilt-ridden, Ymir is far from the person she wishes to be.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The daughter of a spineless man turned local hero; a destined fighter, a persistent hero. Ymir is regarded highly to most, yet her head has its bounty amongst many trouble makers. Known to take jobs at the request of coin, she is often recruited for hunting parties. She is a mentor to some and an enemy to others, her reputation is anything but spotless. WIP
  
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  swordsmanship
  negotiation
  leadership
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  The monsters in bedtime stories were not only tales, but the living.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Surrounded by monsters, yet shielded from the truth--having been told stories of valiance, dedication, and prosperity; Ymir, like any other child in Nai Sie, is often fed lies. An eager child, Ymir listens to her mother’s stories of victories, Nai Sie’s incomparable hold against the void of eldritch beings. She is four and of all curiosities, Ymir’s mind wanders to the depths of the outside. Beyond the walls of Hiraya is malevolence, tucked away by the monarchy; tales of monsters and monster hunters take up most of her childhood, a topic rarely traversed.
  
  Though, a man unwilling to join the calls of need for the fear of never seeing his family again, is seldom accepted.
  
  Fear manifested in different ways, like clouds of smoke--uniquely taking forms that cannot be replicated; and her father’s was all the more devastating. Once a man known for his kindness and grace, turned a coward. There was word of a beast along the outskirts of Hiraya: it terrorizes farmers, takes their children, thus the village people congregate. Her father is chosen for their search party, actively pursuing a beast they very well know causes fatalities. As his mind winds, wife and children ignorant to his summoning, he comes to a singular conclusion: that he is not ready to die in the grasp of a beast for the sake of others. A crucial and purposeful mistake, one that affects his family, defines him for months and the years to come.
  
  Permanently injured by his own hand in avoidance to his own duty, he’d only done it for the sake of his daughters; to ensure that they never grow up without a father.
  
  Only a child, she experiences the consequences of these actions--bearing the weight of ridicule, whispers, and upturned noses. And for a while, she is alienated like the rest of her family; no child wanted to befriend the daughter of the village disappointment. An odd thing, how someone so loved could suddenly turn into an outcast.
  
  She crosses paths with the Black Order, or at least, their tales. Her mother speaks of them, her father fears and admires them; however there is one thing clear, that Ymir stops at nothing to capture more of their stories. With fascination came ambition: to obtain a spot within the Black Order becomes a goal most would say she could never fulfill.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  "THE CHILD OF A COWARD, YOU WILL NEVER BE A HERO."

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Ymir is sixteen and for the first time, she has thoughts of leaving. Her ambitions go beyond Nai Sie’s borders and there is talk of it amongst the village people; mother and father adamantly denying the claims despite its truth. Some say she is foolish: a young woman eagerly waiting for the opportunity to venture off into a world unknown, how could she survive? With the abundance of tribulation in the outside world and the preconceived notion that she is just like her father, people have their doubts. Most would turn away her propositions of training; however, there is a profound sense of hope. Taken under the wing of a retired Monster Hunter, she works day in and day out, pursuing a craft she once had no knowledge of.
  
  Combat, such as it was, was a daunting thing. But onward, she persists: from dusk until dawn, she trains--mother in full support while her father watches in agony--afraid for his child. Firm believers of following one’s passion and truth, they do not interfere.
  
  From a teen, she grows; blossoming into an adult, well-rounded in combat. And then the nightmares begin.
  
  Despite her dauntlessness, Ymir is riddled by the visions of beasts; haunted by the lives lost from her own father’s dutiful neglect. And in the height of its hubris, Nai Sie is on the brink of collapse. This notion is tucked away, retaining the nation’s image--warding off the rumors that could tarnish its reputation. The discovery of these falsities, the imminent break of trust between her and Nai Sie, she leaves her family behind after a lengthy dispute. She leaves a family behind, her own blood, for the pursuance of light against the emperor; defecting from his army, Ymir joins the Rebellion.
  
  Ymir remembers barely any of the talk, but remembers the cold air and glittering moonlight from the ripples of a nearby pond. Her eyes burn from the tears, but she is not the only one that feels loss.
  
  She is twenty-seven, a woman that has finally made a name for herself; determination and fearlessness skyrocketing a once damaged reputation. Ymir is no longer a stranger to combat, she hasn’t been for a long time--seeing the foulest of scenes, recognizing the smell of death, a woman scarred by battle. A monster hunter on her own, wandering lands she dreamed of seeing as a child. Adventure, however, was not as she’d expected. There were things in the dark far worse than the beasts her mother spoke of.
  
  It had been years since she’d last seen her family.
  
  Regretful of the last words spoken to them, she visits. In the night, cold and dreary, Ymir enters--everything, however, is uncomfortably still. Ymir spends the night searching the home until she catches the smell of blood; it is strong, almost fresh. And unfortunately, she finds her father, dying with a blade in his hand--one that she had left behind for them. Something terrible has happened, that is one thing she is sure of, but he cannot speak as he suffers at death's doorstep.
  
  The village coward fought to protect his family and in the end, died the hero nobody would ever recognize him as. If asked now, Ymir scarcely speaks of it; how she shook him to try and salvage his consciousness, felt his body run cold, and how his last words were endless apologies. She doesn't leave until morning, devastated by her loss, or would it be losses? Her mother and little sister were missing; likely dead or running off into their death. The hard part is accepting that had she shown up moments earlier, her father would still be alive. And so, the guilt grows.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  to reach for faith and hope it reaches back.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  She chases the light foolishly, hoping to gain answers. In her search for answers, she works tirelessly. Once a monster hunter for the good of others turned a woman on a mission to find her family--dead or alive. Ymir fights endlessly for clues; asks day in and day out, traverses the most dangerous of paths to seek answers that may very well be dead-ends.
  
  There is talk, however, of a young girl--fighting alongside her mother to keep her safe. So as the whispers told, Ymir follows.
  
  To chase hope is an action most would give up on after the passing of months that eventually turns into a year. If she were to look for an answer, she would have to seize it--to keep it within her grasp.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  - During her training with the sword, Ymir is taken under the wing of a retired monster hunter--a regarded hero in her village.
  
  - Her mother formerly served in Nai Sie's military. Her father was a vendor.
  
  - During childhood, Ymir meets Teru: he first approaches her as she plays alone, his parents folk healers--Ymir's mother enlisting their help in hopes of repairing her father's injuries.
  
  - Ymir had become part of a mercenary group, but left as their ideals did not align with her morals and ethics.
  
  - She finds Agwe, an armadillo abandoned by its mother; this becomes her newfound companion--alongside Gavriil, a gentle giant.
  
  - Ymir makes it to Likha, eventually fighting off and defeating a malevolent serpent.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Dai Yaotsai

  
  
  
  

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  Ymir’s father, dubbed the village coward; a man who purposefully injured himself in fear of death at the hands of a beast, he avoids combative duties during a search party. Formerly known as a kind, charismatic man whose father taught martial arts, Dai used to be highly respected by the community. His relationship with Ymir was close. He has been and always will be one of her heroes.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  jia chen yaotsai

  
  
  
  

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  Ymir’s mother, a former soldier in Nai Sie’s army. Lover of stories and familial ties, she is a woman who favors storytelling and close bonds over anything else. Her whereabouts are unknown, however Ymir has caught wind of a possible sighting in Likha.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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Aiden O'Connor
fc: Fergal Devitt​

▹ general
Age: 40
Gender: Cismale
Sexuality: Bisexual
Class: Ranger
Nationality: Hestean

▹ visage
Height: 5'7" / 170 cm
Weight: 190 lbs / 86 kg
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Brown

▹ personality
Positive traits: caring | sympathetic | perseverant | emotionally intelligent
Negative traits: regretful | reminiscent | irritable | disoriented
Likes: folklore songs of his tribe | climbing trees | playing with knives | cool breeze | the forest | river baths | kids | body paint | toffee | roasted boar | windchill
Dislikes: hestean cities | the hestean aristocracy | armor | royals | abuse of any kind | ignorance | sardines | ocean water | bigotry | people trying to imitate his accent
Habits, quirks: knife tricks | hums to self | tends to check up on others | smiles only around people he cares about | practices calligraphy | loves to pick fruit | can bend in a way you wished you could | can sleep anywhere
Fears: His tribal identity and culture become lost to time | Losing his son forever

▹ biography
(tw: loss of love one, death, colonialism, imperialism, cultural erasure, genocide)

In the Hestean highlands lived a nomadic ethnic group who've inhabited the land for centuries known as the Malixans. With their own rich culture and traditions, the Malixans are a proud people split into different tribes with their own subset of Malixan identity. The Hesteans had acknowledged the existence of the Malixans and at first had friendly relations. When the nation was young, Hesteans along the frontier with the Malixans engaged in trade and some even married each other.

As a member of the Conchobhar tribe, Aiden was born into a tribe of assassins, hunters, and thieves. He was the nephew of the Patriarch of Conchobhar and his sister, Aiden’s mother was the right hand of the tribal chief. The Conchobhar, otherwise known as the clan of wolves trained their warriors to be astute hunters. Dangerous alone and deadly in packs. Ever since he learned to walk, Aiden was trained to hunt and live off the land and with his training came natural agility and speed.

As one of the tribe's best assassins, Aiden was on his way to becoming the Maistir Pacaiste, translated to Pack Master and the head of the tribe's military but his mother was reluctant and held back his promotion due to his age. At only 17 he was able to complete his trials into becoming a warrior for Conchobar when most would complete their trials by their early 20's. Aiden's uncle saw the potential in young Aiden and compromised with his sister to put Aiden into the Galotire or wolfkin, children of the most deadly assassins in the tribe where Aiden would learn camaraderie and leadership.

Around this time the Malixan tribes had began warring with one another over resources as tribes became more territorial and cemented in the Hestean highlands, leading to open military conflicts and tribes being annihilated in the process. Aiden became a natural leader amongst his comrades working as a covert force, sabotaging their operations and assassinating tribal officials. The conflict ended by the time Aiden was 27 with tribes brokering peace with one another knowing that they were destroying their own people. Aiden was yet to be pack master but due to his achievements was given the title, deaman dearg or red demon to commemorate his achievements as a demon who left a bloody mess in his wake. A celebratory title that give him much esteem and prestige amongst his tribe and the Malixan people.

With his new status, Aiden was encouraged by his family to marry and create an heir to inherit his warrior status but Aiden wasn't in a rush. However he eventually met a druid name Sruth. They were born female from an intellectual family, said to be the fairest maiden of the land with a sharp tongue and mind. But literacy was only a skill and not their passion. Sruth was more into medicine and the religious ceremonies of their people and thanks to the fluidity of Malix society, Sruth trained amongst the druids and became an esteemed physician while identifying as someone who felt as though they could be free and embrace something that gave them purpose. The two had a passionate relationship before getting married and having a son of their own named Devon. For a while in seemed as though Aiden was going to enjoy his life. But the future of the Malixans wasn't so bright.

Hestea was growing along with their military force and had seen the destruction the war amongst the Malixans had brought to them. Looking to expand their territory, Hestean forces began an aggressive expansion campaign into the highlands and left a path of destruction in its wake. Like the war that preceded it, Malixan tribes were annihilated or subdued by their Hestean overlords as tributaries. Conchobar's covert tactics were not enough for the Hestean hordes that encroached on their territory and so ordered bu his uncle, Aiden went into isolation with Sruth and Devon for their own safety.

For the next 5 years the family lived in a shack in the countryside while Aiden protected Sruth and Devon who was now 10 years old. Sometimes he would shelter refugees escaping Hestean patrols before sending them away, but too much attention would draw the Hesteans to his home so Aiden closed off his home to any passerby's. But the damage was done and the sheltering of Malixans who escaped Hestean persecution had come to bite Aiden and his family. One morning when Aiden went out to get firewood, he returned to find his home burned, Sruth murdered and his son gone.

Aiden fell into a deep depression as he mourned the loss of his partner, but knew his son was out there as his body was nowhere near their property. In a vain attempt to find his son, Aiden had traveled the Hestean kingdom trying to find any crumb information and killed his way to find whatever he could to regain what he had lost but to no avail.

Aiden abandoned the hunt to recover Devon hoping that he was at least safe and that it would be safer if Devon was not involved with him so that he wouldn't have to life his life in fear.

▹ reputation
Aiden is regarded amongst members of his tribe as dependable, strong, and reliable as a man, yet brutal and efficient in combat. He is a revered assassin and hunter amongst everyone amongst the Malixans with tales of the red demon being shared, giving Aiden an almost mythological status with his accomplishments embellished. Malixans who once feared him as an enemy, respect as a symbol of Malixan strength and culture. The Hestean monarchy and aristocracy see Aiden as a fugitive and banned any mention of the red demon of any capacity. Very few have met him after the invasion of the highlands, Hestea would prefer you knew he never existed despite their efforts to hunt him down and confirm his death, but the monarchy have yet to hear any good news of his death.

▹ sacrifice
Aiden lost everything but his son, in fact he had to give up his son in order to keep him safe from a life of being hunted as a fugitive. He isn’t aware of his son’s whereabouts but hopes that fate will reunite them.

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knows more knife tricks than you | can perform first aid | thighs for days | can live off the land | can make his own bow | his kicks will concuss you | secretly wants to be an anthropologist and historian

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  not too short and not too tall, huaye stands at an average 5'4. she is incredibly lean, lacks any sort of curves, and is fairly flat in regards to both her bosom and posterier, not quite the picture of seductive beauty; despite this, huaye radiates grace and elegance befitting a high lady with her every move.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  huaye's clothes are most often silk robes laid over long skirts or pants and undershirts. they're typically crimson red, faint pink, or white in color, and only her best formal clothes have embroidery. she also has a secret stash of plain maid uniforms for whenever she needs to sneak out although they're a bit harsh on her skin.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  besides the occasional hair adornment for public occasions, huaye also dons a red leaf pattern in the center of her forehead that marks her as an official daughter of her family. it is only temporary, but it gives her a great amount of privilege whenever she wears it.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  huaye has a writer's bump on the middle fingers of both hands due to the extensive amount of writing she does. she is very self-conscious about them, but she couldn't care less about the black ink stains that are commonly found on the edges of her sleeves and fingertips.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  "marvelous, are the innocent."

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  in the kingdom of nai sie, it is the wish of many to have been born as one of the wealthy families that are favored by the emperor. a life of glamour, prosperity, and extravagance as blinding as the sun's light beaming directly down on you was almost as certain as death for those fortunate enough to be part of the emperor's esteemed families. and yet, despite the belief that money is power, superstition and folklore reigned supreme among the people.
  
  for li huaye, all it took was a short reading from a so-called fortune teller to rob that blinding light from her. the legitimacy of the reading was never questioned; neither was the foretold misfortune that huaye would bring to her family. so, the young lady of the li household—the youngest and only daughter out of 4 children—was born in the darkest room of the manor with only a candle to light the way. besides the mandatory presence of a few select maids to take care of huaye daily and the one time appearance of her parents to name their cursed child, she was left alone to, as the li family hoped, wilt in the dark, in a way that portrayed her to be of weak constitution.
  
  unfortunately for them, life has a way of persevering, and in the meager candlelight, huaye bloomed. a maid, taking pity on the lady of the li household, brought an endless supply of books: romance, adventure, horror—although she was always unable to read past the halfway mark in the dark—and so many more. name a genre, even a book, and huaye has probably read it. paired with the lady's active imagination, and she found her light in nai sie in the form of books. with the occasional confection snuck in between the pages, the young lady li spent her childhood dreaming of the outside, voraciously living her life within the pages of the books as the princess, the warrior, the villain. anything was better than whatever void she had been stuck in for her entire life.
  
  the li family finally acknowledged, not huaye, but the fact that they were unable to get rid of their cursed child—through deadly means at least. they could pass her onto another instead, and with that realization, huaye was freed from her solitude on her twelth year. the sudden shift from neglect to being adorned in jewels was something straight out of a fairytale or a y/n wattpad story. the young lady li, who many did not know even existed, was introduced to the public for the first time that year with the signature mark of the li family elegantly placed on her forehead. to say the freedom was overwhelming would be a lie. she basked in every single second of the light, but even then, her desire to explore was not satisfied, not even close.
  
  once you taste a bit, you want more; huaye was no exception to the rule. her excursions in nai sie were still restricted to a small area near her manor—and while books still provided the same joy although she was running out of things to read—there was so much more she learned from walking about and interacting with others. and to fulfill that desire after years of failed arranged matches by her family, the same maid that practically raised her, freely gave huaye a uniform to travel around in on her 16th year. barely anyone knew what she looked like in nai sie outside of the highest families, and huaye took advantage of that.
  
  thankfully, nai sie isn't just a kindgom of extravagant wealth; its moniker as the kingdom of heroes gave huaye plenty of opportunities to learn. her naivete showed through in almost all her interactions from those with merchants to travelers and even peasant workers, but despite this—and how annoying it may have been at times—huaye proved a vital resource to heroes and foreigners resting within the inner cities of the kingdom. under the name of hui (hue-E), a simpler name to pronounce for foreigners and something to hide her connections to the li family, the innocent child spent her time hearing grand tales by adventures—fueling her imagination—and helping them plot fast, efficient routes through nai sie's outer lands ravaged by animals. these excursions were so common that the young lady slowly began developing a reputation at nearing taverns and inns as a guiding hand through the city. her penchant for solving riddles, mediating fights, and creating unique solutions only added onto her notoriety as an advisor, one that was free of charge—a rare sight, and sometime over the next six years, the black order made its way to her door.
  
  it was impossible for the young lady to say no, no matter how against it her personal maid was. there was a person that cared for her, but her family? there was no objection, not even a goodbye as she set off to join the order. even with her active imagination, huaye couldn't even pretend to imagine them being forlorn. she could barely remember their faces. years of neglect and abandonment did that to one's memory, even a memory as proficient as hers. as for the rest of her journey... that has yet to be written.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  i haven't gone on a mission yet~ they just let me read all day

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  i was sleeping! don't worry. not dead! i mean they said i can't die anyways but i wonder what's on the other side? do you think it's the same as the stories you used to give me?

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  young lady, please try to consistently keep in touch.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  i'm worried sick about you.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  won't you please return to the manor, young lady huaye?

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  what do you think is out there?
  
  huaye must've thought that single sentence over and over for years. non-stop. on repeat. somewhere along the way, it became her attitude towards life. despite the young girl's role as the brains of the team, she is inquisitive and curious to a fault. if there's an opportunity, regardless of the risks compared to the benefits, huaye will dive headfirst into the unknown. her enthusiasm, when unrestrained, to know and experience everything, especially after her lacking childhood, leads to bouts of recklessness that are not only capable of endangering herself but her teammates as well. however, her easily satisfied nature, no matter how small the reward was, only reinforces her recklessness—adventurousness if you want to be positive...
  
  and positive huaye is. years of relying on books, mostly stories, for knowledge has left the lady of the li household with a rose-colored view of the world. combined with the lack of people saying no to her requests in general, and you have a slightly spoiled optimist on your hands. it radiates naivete, coming off as innocent at first before quickly turning frustrating during times of turmoil. she refuses to accept that reality is far darker than the tales of old, and it takes more than a bad day to destroy the illusion in her imagination. when it is ruined though, huaye becomes secluded and introverted. her ignorance is most apparent to herself during these moments, rendering her at her most vulnerable emotionally, physically, and mentally for the time being.
  
  in general though, li huaye is naturally comfortable around other people despite the lack of social contact in her life. she thrives in large crowds and group settings, easily making acquaintances and new friends wherever she goes. this is largely in part to her relying a great deal on other people to help her navigate the world. however, this combined with how easily she trusts others makes it difficult for huaye to discern ill intentions, causing her to be far more book smart than she is street smart. but her book smarts give her a confidence that wouldn't have existed in the neglected child otherwise.
  
  huaye, as a walking encyclopedia, is not afraid to speak her mind about topics, even when the conversation doesn't involve her, if she believes she can contribute something. she is easily impassioned about topics, and capable of being stern while mediating arguments, but not easily angered or embarrassed. it helps that she is a bit dense when it comes to perceiving other's feelings since feelings of anger or annoyance from others do not deter her. that also means she takes a great amount of words and actions at face value from euphemisms to sarcasm and flirting. a bit of adventure with the black order though, and nai sie's naive belle will be no more.
  
  

  
  

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  intelligent. optimistic. confident. cheerful. resilient.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  naive. dense. gullible. unrealistic. reckless.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  sweets, specifically sweet & glutinous rice cakes. silk garments. candles. sunny, clear skies. getting her hair brushed by someone else. writing. warm weather. reading books, especially romance and adventure novels. exploring. her family's forehead marking. listening to stories. being the center of attention. having meals with others. solving puzzles and riddles. planning travel routes and tactics. helping others, primarily through monetary means.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  being scolded or told no. being treated disrespectfully. fighting. misery and suffering. dirty environments. the dark. doing anything alone without at least one other person by her side. cold weather. cold water for baths and drinking. fortune tellers and superstition practitioners. prophecies and readings. people who can't even say hui correctly. physically damaging her books or research materials. bad hygiene. stale food.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  somehow always gets ink stains on her fingertips and clothes when writing. braids her hair when she's frustrated or needs to take her mind off something. always hides her book behind her back whenever someone enters. unable to stop trusting someone even if they've proven to be unreliable or willing to betray her. pouts like a child whenever she's displeased. automatically smiles if eye contact is made.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  translation. mapping. mediation/compromise. decoding. excellent memory. fast calculations. imitation of different writing and speaking styles.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  being isolated in the dark; never leave her alone in it. claustrophobia. being poisoned through means of food or drink. getting dragged back to the li household to get married.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  while huaye had no qualms about leaving her family, it was an entirely different issue to give up the one person who cared for her, who made the li family manor a home: her maid. but huaye knew she couldn't continue living like this. she wanted to be part of her own adventure, not one that her family placed her in through an arranged marriage. needing to give up complete contact with her family and her maid, huaye willingly did so. her family couldn't be happier, thinking they had finally gotten rid of their cursed child. and while huaye thought the maid would be better off without her, she watched as her family dragged her away for a "cleansing", and the young lady could only walk away if she wanted to keep her black order recruitment. as far as huaye knows, her maid is still recovering a month or two later from the punishment, and she can't even write a letter to ask how her recovery is going out of shame.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  not many know who huaye is. her existence has been hidden for most of her life, but travelers and heroes in nai sie still look for a certain advisor who is said to frequent the taverns and inns, not knowing that she's moved on. she is most known for wearing her family's mark on her forehead at times to gain privileges not normally given. the secret young lady of the li household, they say. an accident from a fling from the head of the household. an adopted prodigy. her family hasn't made any attempt to quell or control such rumors.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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Safira Aaima Burhaan

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  People sometimes called her "Safi", though this was mostly to aggravate her. While the general rule of adressing her by her full name remains for the vast majority of people she's met, there are a select few who she's allowed to call her "Saf" as a term of endearment.
  

  Age

  24
  

  Gender

  Female
  

  Sexual Orientation

  She was betrothed to a man before her banishment (a marriage she agreed to - his family was akin to hers in wealth), which has been as far as her relationships have gone. Though she hasn't found time to meddle in such subjects, she still finds many people attractive, regardless of their sex or gender.
  

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  Scholar
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  Al Visar

  
  
  
  
  

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  Deepika Padukone
  

  Hair

  Brown, long and straight hair. Once freely cascading down her back and shoulders, carefully kept glowing and soft to the touch through the use of the many beauty concoctions available to her due to her family's high standing. Most of the time, when the heat wasn't enough to drive even the fiercest of warriors insane and hair was better worn up or covered in wrappings, she would decorate it with the best accessories Al Visar had to offer. Nowadays, living as an outcast in Hestea, her hair has taken a turn for the worst. Long ago having lost its healthy, silky condition thanks to both the unsanitary living conditions in the decrepit Kingdom. Nowadays, both due to practicality and shame over not looking as beautiful as she once did, she keeps her hair in a simple and unassuming braid.
  

  Skin

  Terra-cotta complexion, often rough and tough to the touch due to the sweat everyone (even locals) are prone to forming living in the desert kingdom.
  

  Build

  Tall and slim with long arms and legs, something she was often teased about during her teenage years - lanky appearances weren’t exactly desirable, especially in the upper classes where plumpness was seen as a sign of abundant wealth. She never let it bother her much, though. After all, the only thing that mattered has always been what’s inside her head, not on the outside.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Personality: To Safira, reality has always seemed like a long and winding game of chess.One that is as challenging as it is rewarding. She places immense worth on strategy, rather than intuition and spontaneity, for even the most mundane of decisions - to the point where it’s negatively affected her abilities to react and adapt to unforeseen situations in a short amount of time. Her creative brain can bring forth the best and most useful of solutions, yes, but rarely under extreme pressure and in situations where time is not of the essence. Ever the analyst, she has never been one to find contentment in the simple and effortless; always eager to discover and understand the inner workings of every mechanism, creature, or person. To her, knowledge and intelligence are her greatest weapons, and her willpower and drive to use said abilities to her advantage in her quest for power and knowledge shine through even the most dire of situations. Surrender, ignorance, and blind conformity are, in her eyes, mankind’s greatest foe. Far larger and dangerous than any of the monsters she’s read about - both magical and human.
  
  Raised in the snake's den that was the higher class of Al Visar, Safira understood the necessities of developing an akin talent for politics and diplomacy. When it comes to meeting new people, she always attempts her best to seem as amiable and courteous as possible, a facade she rarely breaks in front of others. Her inital friendly and unassuming approach to new relationships, like every one of her actions, has a purpose; establish a relationship that will allow her to understand the other's motives and what they are willing to do in order to archeive them, all while revealing as little about herself as possible. And when she's successful, the false sense of friendship can break as soon as it formed as she reveals her true motives (not all at once, mind you, it's always important to cover one's tracks). Lies and betrayal are not foreign concepts to her, and she's never been one to allow her care for another person to overshadow her ambitions. She can dance around the mightiest of royals and slimiest of businessmen for hours, almost as if it were a sport. Always with a fake smile on her face and the knowing look in her eyes that screams "I know something that you don't".
  
  This, of course, also brings its fair share of drawbacks. Far too aware of the fact that she was not the only person in Al Visar - and the rest of the world, for that matter - to navigate the world in such a way, Safira has a hard time allowing herself to open up to others and form relationships not based in her own personal gain. That, combined with her overly critical and analytical nature, makes her entirely clueless when it comes to other people's emotions and genuine relationships - be it friendly or romantic. When not in court, she has an incredibly hard time trusting others and navigating more "normal" social situations, especially those in which she finds herself as the center of attention. More often than not, this leads to uncomfortable and embarassing situations, in which her misreading of simple moments leads to her reacting in a less-than-acceptable manner, which in turn makes her angry. Both at humans for being so unpredictable, as well as herself for not being so ignorant in one of the most basic aspects of life.
  
  It should come as no surprise that Safira prefers spending time on her own, where she's allowed to relax and immerse herself in her passions without having to worry about the unpredictable. However, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy certain things with others. As an incredibly curious person with mountains of knowledge and little people interested enough to learn, she places a special value in those who are willing to listen to her ramblings. Long tangents of time that can, and have, lasted for hours on end in which she can jump from subject to subject, only stopping to breathe every now and then in case of a collapse. She especially enjoys those who aren't only interested in what she's saying, but are also open in debating her personal viewpoints. Never one to back down from an intellectual challenge, she's always eager to learn what other's have to say about her ideals and wisdom - though she has a tendency to take things too far in her ever-lasting and exhaustive quest to always be right and have the final word. As a true scholar, she understands that when one is wrong, it's important to accept and correct their mistakes, yes. But it doesn't mean she's any eager to be bested in what she does best. When she does come victorious, her arrogance tends to get the better of her. And she simply adores basking in her own archievements, even if this comes at the expense of other's.
  
  Even so, those who do allow themselves to see past her social shortcomings, are met with a person with surprising wit and humor. Countering her initial uptight demeanor, once she's concluded that whoever she's talking to is no threat to her, she can be rather amusing with her dry and irony-riddled sense of humor. And as she's willing to let other's listen to her, she's also as happy to listen to others - taking every opportunity to learn from others and enjoy their company. While only loyal to herself and her Kingdom, she's all-too-aware of the power loyalty over others can have. Loyalty that, she hopes, she can trust others to give her in her times of need. As with all her power settled in her brain, the rest of her body is more than lacking. She's a slow runner of weak strenght and terrible resistance - in other words, a target that, were it not for her other talents, make her entirely unsuitable for adventuring and the battlefield.
  
  Positive Traits: Ambitious, intelligent, cunning, resourceful, perceptive, creative, curious
  Negative Traits: Selfish, manipulative, envious, overly-competitive, obsessive, physically weak, paranoid
  Habits, quirks: Neat freak, usually checking her hands to see if they're smeared with ink (they usually are), stutters when complimented, covers her mouth when laughing, paces when thinking
  Skills: Navigation, decoding, translation, mapping, adaptability, puzzle-solving
  

  
  
  
  
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  * history

  
  
  Most humans, in their quest for survival and dignity, spent their days fighting for a smidge of power and coin. Very few archived it. Even less so were able to reap the rewards without having to lift a single finger. Safira, to her tremendous fortune, fit comfortably into the third category. Born as the only daughter of one, if not the, most affluent families in the entirety of Al Visar, Safira had everything she could ever wish for. Gowns made of the finest silk, abundant food, mountains upon mountains of books filled to the brim with everything human knowledge and exploration had to offer, and a confirmed position in the Oligarchical system once she became of age.
  
  And yet, she wasn't happy.
  
  It wasn’t as though she disliked living in Al Visar - quite the contrary. As a person of science, literature, and culture, it was the cultural hub of information she could most excel in. There were resources for every branch of theory imaginable, and countless like-minded people to share it with. People with passion, drive, talent and love for all things logical and innovative who posed as worthy adversaries in her intellectual pursuits. And therein laid the problem, the everlasting conflict that stopped her life in the desert land from being as perfect as could be. The struggle. The competition. The ever-lasting conflict between each and every person within the kingdom walls.
  
  For all its feats of human accomplishment and demonstrations of everything intelligence, knowledge and determination could muster came at a price. And Al Visar’s legacy clung to its back like the claws of an eagle grasping into its victim’s flesh. Everyone, especially those in power, knew full well of the reputation they had the responsibility to uphold. A Kingdom as mighty as theirs could only endure the test of time if led by those capable enough to maintain its prosperous path. Those who didn’t, on the other hand, were best left below the poverty line. Workers so far down the graces of society that the aggravating desert sun wouldn’t even want to touch them. It was a cutthroat environment. Where the words “every man for himself” reigned as ultimate law and corruption, avarice, and treachery were commonplace. All values taught to her at a young age by an ailing father desperate to ensure his kin and legacy would remain on top after his death, no matter what one had to do to get it.
  
  Safira, as was customary for noble children, worked day and night to prove her worth. Her little eyes would stick to pages on end, absorbing as much information as she could before the words blurred and her heavy eyelids forced themselves to shut down. She pushed through the hardest exams, betrayed trusted friends, and went through the most demanding competitions. And yet, to her dismay, her efforts were always just short enough for perfection. Even with all her talent, intelligence, and cunning, there was always someone there to best her. Even surpassing her as she threw all honesty out of the window and resorted to cheating - she was scarcely number one. And when she was, the only reward to be reaped was a pat on the back from her strict, yet caring father, criticism from her apathetic mother, and a reminder from the rest of society that she still had an eternally long way to go if she ever wished to take her family’s place in government.
  
  It was nothing short of a miracle that she managed to retain her true love and passion for academics. Something she hoped to enrich herself in during her time at the academy, even with the backstabbing and high stakes still at hand. An opportunity arose itself when one of her tutors carelessly left behind a scroll after a lesson. Ever the opportunistic one, Safira took it upon herself to spy into his personal writings; hungry for any kind of secret information that could help her in a future project. Lo and behold! To her immense surprise, it was a map the likes of which she had never seen before, leading to treasures the world hadn’t been privy of for centuries. Finally! Something to place her in front of the competition. To set her apart from the rest and carve her name in the books for generations to come. History seldom forgot discoverers and, depending on how useful what she found was, great innovators.
  
  After a few days journey, she found the cave marked on the map. She ventured forward, following her torch as her only guidance through the unfamiliar darkness, when she suddenly felt her foot bumping against the chest, with an inscription written in ancient Al Visarian text. A warning of what was to be found inside. One she quickly, yet cautiously, set aside as her curiosity took hold of her.
  
  It was more underwhelming than she expected, but at least the contents of the chest hadn’t killed her. They were books. Countless of them. Texts, maps and scrolls as old as time written in scripture she’d only seen a handful of times in the observatory. Eager, she started to read. Her eyes not managing to arrive at the end of page one before she understood why said knowledge had been hidden for so long: they all contained information on the magic her people had long ago turned their backs against. Witchcraft. Outlawed, shunned, forbidden, treacherous against everything she knew and held dear. Any rational person would’ve simply thrown the taboo texts away, perhaps even burned them for good measure, and turned back. And she heavily considered these options. But as she was closing the chest once more, she stopped to wonder. What was so wrong and dangerous about this knowledge? She knew why they’d turned their backs on everything magical, of course, it was nothing but a deterrent against human survival and progress. But because of this, they had little to no information on what once was her kingdom’s greatest enemy. Hadn't she been taught that, above else, the most powerful weapon she held was her brain? What if the magic resurfaced? It certainly could, especially considering how close she’d found the texts, despite the fact everything she knew told her that they'd been banished much farther away. What if they weren’t ready?
  
  They were all questions posed to justify her actions to herself. To make her think that she wasn't just acting out on a desire to know what she had been deprived of. Her curiosity had already taken her this far. Could an extra step really be any more perilous?
  
  She devoured every letter and illustration in the books as her ravenous hunger for newfound knowledge overcame her. It was liberating to focus on something not related to monetary concerns, internal conflicts, and the same transcripts she’d been reading since she was a teenager. The new information was as dangerous as it was refreshing, though, and despite her paranoia-infused secrecy and care, it wasn’t long before prying eyes managed to set themselves on one of her books. As expected, she was immediately taken into custody and put on trial. Her cries and logical explanation behind her actions fell upon deaf ears as the chants of “Witch, Witch, Witch!” only grew louder. The trail proved too much for her already-weak father, who perished at the shock of what his only daughter had become, and she was shortly thereafter banished "until the skies have fallen and the kingdom is lost to the sand forever".
  
  Curiosity had finally killed the cat.
  
  With nowhere else to go and without a piece of gold to her name, she ended up in one of the poorest countries she knew of: the Kingdom of Hestea. Living amongst the poverty she’d once looked down upon with a sneer. Doing whatever little odd jobs, usually one more demeaning than the last (anything was better than resorting to thievery, though, she didn’t want to know what they would do to her if they found the outsider taking what little they had) but remaining firm with her studies and waiting for the right time. She knew her years of training and wisdom would not be in vain. If only she was able to prove that what the books said was true - that magic could still prove to be a threat against her kingdom and they needed someone well-versed in the forbidden knowledge in order to save their legacy - then she was certain that her crimes would be forgiven. And she would be welcomed back into civilized society as the leader she was always destined to be. In the land where logic prevailed, they would understand. She was sure of it. Now all she needed to do was to find a way (a team, perhaps, though she’d always preferred to work on her own), in order to make that possible...
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Safira was regarded as a promising and brilliant young woman with a bright future ahead of her. Well-versed in all subjects, hard-working, intelligent, charming, and cunning, she was set as nothing but a clear example of what Al Vasirian excellence looked like. Which, of course, also came with the well-known qualities that made the same people who praised her understand that she was a force to be reckoned with. They knew better than to underestimate her because of their close connection, especially considering how notoriously competitive and opportunistic people like Safira were raised to be. Not one known for loyalty to others except to those in her family, few trusted her with anything they knew she could use against them. It was better to stay on-guard around her, amiably applicating her while secretly thinking of ways to bring her down or make her into an ally (which, of course, was how she viewed most people in her category in return). After she was discovered, however, things rapidly changed. And now those who once viewed her as a testament of their educational and social system only think of her as a demented witch to be used as a warning tale for generations to come.
  
  

  Sacrifice

  Her true sacrifice came before the offer to join the so-called "Black Order" did. In her effort to placate her thirst for knowledge and defend her standing against people she knew wouldn't accept her beliefs, she left behind her standing and high society, political power, and reputation. Ever since then, while she's set her mind on coming home once more, she knows that it's a dream that will only be completed if (and only if) she's allowed to return while also maintaining her studies on the magic they'd shunned so long ago.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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  name

  ly phuong

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  N/A

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  age

  26

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  gender

  female

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  pronouns

  she/her

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  sexuality

  lesbian

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  class

  scout

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  nation

  likha
• hair colour / style

  
  

  Phuong’s straight, inky black hair is usually kept in one or two braids behind her. Living in the humid climate near the island, Phuong’s hair isn’t free of some frizz, but the air also keeps it from being dry, and it’s generally well kept, with Phuong regularly brushing and washing it out and rebraiding it. Despite this, it’s not uncommon for several strands to escape the constraint of their braids, hanging around her face. Phuong doesn’t really mind this and won’t fix it until enough has gotten out to interfere with her work or vision.

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  Standing tall at 5’8, Phuong’s build is visibly lean and muscular, most of her strength coming from time spent travelling. Her muscles support her speed and agility and allow her to keep stamina rather than provide raw strength, which she admittedly has less skill in. While carrying no major scars of battle, her body is no stranger to scrapes and scratches from forested or rocky terrains and the slips and falls before learning to master them, leaving her skin far from unmarked. She keeps a good posture, aware that her physicality is just as integral to her value in her job as her knowledge.

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  Phuong often wears light leather armor, designed to keep as quiet and flexible as possible while providing some protection, but beyond that prefers to keep her clothing light and easy to maneuver in. She keeps warmer and thicker clothes in her bag in case of colder weather, but in the humid, maritime climate of Likha, when not travelling through the mountains lighter fabrics often serve her better. Her attire is never anything fancy or eye-catching, or something she pays much mind to, with duller colors and common designs, and often has a well worn quality about it.

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  • virtues

    adventurous

    independent

    hardworking

    perceptive

    level headed

    organized

    intelligent
  • vices

    stubborn

    disobedient

    standoffish

    self centered

    hesitant

    unbudging
  • likes

    travel

    nature

    learning

    warm weather

    stories

    running

    plans and order

    seafood

    discovery

    dislikes

    disorganization

    not being listened to

    the cold

    children

    being still for long

    ignorance
  • skills

    A guide and traveller, Phuong’s skills include navigation, tracking, fast travel, and detection of threats. She’s very perceptive and able to quickly find routes or sense danger, and has the physical skill to withstand many hours a day of exertion for extended time, and to get herself across difficult terrain, such as the ability to easily climb trees or navigate among rocky mountains, and is a highly capable horseback rider.

    reputation

    Across Likha, Phuong has built a name for herself as a capable guide, able to navigate the land with speed and ease, and help others get across safely. She comes highly recommended for such pursuits. Beyond just that, whispered rumours about her sometimes include her having helped the Nai Sie rebellion forces and provided supplies and assistance, and sometimes tales of her having travelled across the sea to other distant nations and back in record times. She’s not, however, known outside of Likha, and is very new to her position in the Black Order.

    sacrifice

    When Phuong joined the Black Order, she knew that meant leaving behind her job, which she’d spent years working her status, reputation, and pay up with. She left behind too her old home and the family still living there, and sometimes she worries about the feeling in her that she left behind her nation and to some extent her ties there.

    fears

    Being forgotten. Her family being forgotten. Being a disappointment or failure to her family's legacy. Drowning, sea travel. Injury that would prevent her from being able to travel or cause her to lose her skills.
  • favourites

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    favourite food here

    favourite song here

    favourite movie here

    favourite drink here

    favourite hobby here

  It takes great courage to see the world
  in all its tainted glory and still to love it.

  personality

  A daughter of the islands. A daughter of the sea, of the forest, of the mountains. A woman chasing after the laughing wind.
  
  Phuong, to some extent, always knew what she wanted out of this life. She’s always had big dreams and goals, many she remembers still from childhood. And she was always determined to get it. Phuong often has a stop at nothing attitude towards her goals, and with that in addition to being a hard worker and quite stubborn, Phuong is someone incredibly difficult to deter from her ideas.
  
  Phuong’s always tended towards organization, liking to have a plan and follow it, and for all her belongings to be neatly organized. She credits her ability for quick travel to this trait, scheduling her journeys carefully to minimize their time while maximizing safely. She’s an analytical mind, clever and able to both make careful plans and make quick decisions on the fly.
  
  An adventurous spirit, Phuong loves to travel, and loves exploring new places. However, she’s not one to let her curiosity get the better of her. As a guide, a scout, she would never have been successful without a strong survival instinct, and knows not to get into dangerous situations unnecessarily. She’s a patient woman, able to wait if she thinks it will make a task safer and easier, and one to stay on the side of caution, bringing a level headed vote to discussions. In addition to this, her job taught her to be quite aware of potential danger, and in simple cases like traps how to quickly disarm them. She’s very observant and always alert, in full awareness of her surroundings.
  
  However, her curiosity shouldn’t be completely discarded, either. She’s a lover of stories and knowledge, although not too well versed herself in such pursuits is always one to listen and do her best to learn. She loves nothing more than the feeling of discovering a new place, than the unknown. Careful and serious as she might seem on the job, she truly does derive enjoyment from what she’s able to do. Phuong wants desperately to connect to her family, to the generations she’s only heard of in stories, and carry out their legacy.
  
  A large part of Phuong’s job involved people and getting along with them, being able to convince more difficult clients to listen and get along well enough with others that her recommendation would get spread. So, the woman is personable, good enough at small talk and making conversation when needed, and her headstrong approach means she’s not afraid of speaking up and taking command when needed, again being one to stick firmly to her positions.
  
  Despite having some people skills that come in handy, Phuong finds that there are very few others she actually likes, and less still she has a genuine bond with. Being stubborn and perhaps too picky, other people aren’t something that have so far been able to captivate her the way her adventures do, often just being another obstacle to deal with, however she truly desires for real connection with others, something she still considers missing from her life as it is.
• the story

  Several generations ago, Phuong’s family were part of a nomadic group, travelling across the islands of Likha. They followed the seasonal patterns of the fish, made crafts, traded. And, eventually, more and more of them left to stay in the city, or instead to set up shop or a farm. Phuong was born on a farm, the land just off the capital city of Saswya.
  
  Her childhood was spent there, though Phuong always knew it wasn’t a place for her to stay. Her sister, Hanh, had taken to farming like fish take to swimming, as though she could be content to stay there, something Phuong never quite understood. Her blood ached for travel, her feet for the shift of terrain beneath them, her hair for wind running through it. She was never a quiet child, always getting into places she didn’t belong, wandering just a bit too far away, never obedient in the way she was expected to be.
  
  There was a day she remembers still, when rain fell from the sky and she imagined the sea, out of view but always somewhere within reach, crashing against the rocks of its shore. Her and her sister weren’t allowed out in that weather at their age, and they’d sat and begged for stories. Phuong learned of her family, their travels, the roots the culture still present in their home had come from, and Phuong felt herself for the first time understand the itching within her.
  
  She was first allowed out to carry produce to the city to sell. Then she was making trips back and forth even when it wasn’t necessary, racing herself there and back. Then to further cities, first as a salesperson and then as herself.
  
  Hanh took over their farm, and Phuong realized she was free to leave it. She started just around Saswya, offering her services to other travellers, whether going between cities for visits, for business purposes, for any trips requiring speed through the forested and mountainous terrain of the island. Phuong was fast, and careful, and her work as a guide meant easier travel for those who could afford it, and for Phuong it meant getting to travel.
  
  It meant a connection. It meant carrying out the stories she’d told, keeping them alive. It meant land beneath her and wind in her hair. Phuong learned quickly. She’d account it to her family’s blood if she was asked. She learned quickly to sense changes in the weather, feel what ground would be solid to walk on, what the fastest path through the trees was, how to survive the harshness of mountains. How to navigate to a new place given nothing but an old map, and how to translate a finished travel as a map once given paper.
  
  After a few years of travel across Saswya, Phuong started on journeys between islands, to new ones and around those. She still visited her farm, on occasion, when her travels landed her nearby, but it wasn’t home. No single place was. Her reputation grew quite steadily, and so did her skills and knowledge. She encountered the Nai Sie rebellion supporters present in Likha, and eventually, the Black Order.
  
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  Ly Hanh.

  Phuong’s sister. She keeps a farm that she and Phuong grew up on. Although they’re very different, especially with their life goals and views, she was Phuong’s oldest friend, and Phuong tries to check in with her every few years. She’s married and has two kids she’s raising on the farm, that Phuong barely knows due to her travels. Hanh shares Phuong’s sense of responsibility and work ethic, but not the adventurous spirit or bravery, being very family oriented and somewhat of a peacekeeper in their family.

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KILLIAN

full name

Killian Roarke

nicknames

Kip, Kit, Lian

age

30

gender

Male

sexuality

Heterosexual

class

Ironsmith

nationality

Hestean

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weight

175 lbs

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faceclaim

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  YI Xiangyu
  
  

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  n/a
  
  

  gender

  Male
  
  

  age

  36
  
  

  sexuality

  "Straight" but would have a crisis after one 'am i gay' quiz
  
  

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  Scout
  
  

  nation

  Nai Sie

  VISAGE

  height

  6'0"
  
  

  weight

  160
  
  

  build

  Athletic
  
  

  hair

  Black
  
  

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  Brown
  
  

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  Lei Jiayin
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  sensualist

  PERSONA

  Xiangyu is something of an odd man, with a slightly offbeat sense of humor. He can be a little twitchy at times, with strange habits like refusing to sit in the center of a room, or insisting on keeping a wall to his back with an exit nearby. Still, he can seem almost personable. He enjoys a good joke, loves to drink and sit around the table with his friends to pass the time. He seeks out others and does not like to be alone, but hides a deep-seated fear that those he cares for will come to despise him and leave him behind. While he appears strong and independent, if he does not have anything to hold him back, he tends to drink heavily.
  
  There is a mix of tenderness and cynicism in him; he has learned to distrust the world, and there are very few people he is really close to. He has a quick temper and can be riled with just the wrong combination of words, looks, or actions. His anger can run as deep as his passion, and when rage hits him, he has trouble thinking clearly. However, he still has a deep well of compassion in his heart, and will offer help, empathy, and understanding to those who need it, even while keeping himself a little closed off. His loyalty cannot be matched, once earned, and he will stand behind a friend through anything.
  
  He has developed a distaste for nobility, despite having been raised in a noble family himself, yet he has forged and refined this sentiment into a determination to bring radical change to Nai Sie. His loyalty cannot be matched once earned, and he will stand behind a friend through anything.
  

  
  

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  skills

  small unit tactics, archery (bows, crossbows), shortsword combat, stamina, hunting, scouting, tracking
  
  

  habits

  - Drinks like a fish and keeps the scariest poker face the whole time. Until he passes out, anyway.
  - Talks to rocks. I wish I were joking, but I'm not.
  - Is overly concerned with his surroundings
  - Brushing his hair is the fastest way to put him to sleep.
  
  

  fears

  Wanton killing, The House of Yi
  

  
  
• BACKGROUND

  
  

  Yi Xiangyu was never meant to exist. Born to a supposedly barren mistress and a high-ranking Nai Siean official who had no business caring for a son, it was clear from the start that something was amiss.
  
  It took the suspicious death of Xiangyu's father for his mother to reveal the truth of his parentage to her childhood friend and erstwhile lover, the young lord's younger brother, Yi Wenzhu. To him alone, she revealed that Xiangyu was his nephew, and of the House of Yi by blood. Wenzhu saw in the child a tool he could use to further his own ambitions, and agreed to adopt him into his inner political circle, away from the common rabble of laborers, woodsmen, and loggers that lived around his mother's home.
  
  Though she knew precisely what Wenzhu intended, Xiangyu's mother never tried once to shield her son from his manipulations.
  
  Growing up in the city of Yunzhou, Xiangyu quickly learned that threats were constant, whether from the inhabitants of the city, or the inner squabbles of the elite. He was a quiet boy growing up, and understood the value of being out of sight and out of mind. He also learned very early that his Uncle Wenzhu expected him to live up to his father's reputation as an esteemed statesman. Wenzhu loved to pit his own children and Xiangyu against each other, fostering an environment of constant competition within the household. And in most ways, Xiangyu came up short, often losing to his cousins. When he thought his uncle wished him to be poised, he tried to be poised. When he thought his father wished him to be stern, he tried to be stern. But he was never poised or stern enough, and this kept Wenzhu's approval just out of grasp.
  
  When it became clear that Xiangyu wasn't a chip off the old block, Wenzhu's attitude toward him changed. Repeatedly, he watched as his uncle took his sons with him around the estate to conduct business. He watched as Wenzhu proudly introduced his children and passively introduced his nephew to visiting officials.
  
  On the day of his sixteenth birthday, Xiangyu elected to apply for the military instead of the imperial examinations, mostly to spite his family than anything else. There he found structure, discipline, and a worthy cause. He was far from a prodigy, but with hard work and training he made progress in the corps, and was young enough to still be enthusiastic about taking on the jobs no one else wanted. Training was long, difficult, and complex. But it was nothing compared to the reality of real military life. Downtime in the cities might've been pleasant enough, but the time in the jungles and the mountains were the stuff of nightmares.
  
  When the plants beneath your feet attack you, and beasts become warped beyond anything recognizably natural, the pressure on the minds of Nai Sie's soldiers was constant and intense. With typical jungle patrol rosters of one week on patrol and at least a week of recovery, a soldier's life could go from heaven to hell in the space of a few days.
  
  Xiangyu, for his part, coped as well as he could. The quirks of his personality became more pronounced over time, but for a while, he remained a bastion of stability among his comrades.
  
  However, the tales he could tell of his years thus far would be enough for any to question his remaining sanity.
  
  Ultimately it was Xiangyu who got himself thrown out of the army, though, after a particularly aggressive display of his temper. Like his uncle, his disposition did not mix well with liquor. He was dismissed soon thereafter, and found himself drinking more and more. For two years he worked as an unofficial guard in Xiling, an old logging community in the north of Nai Sie, and during a job, he met Zofia Drozda, a Sredzyman representative of the Black Order, with a penchant for thievery.
  
  Having a peculiar--but strong--sense of honor, Xiangyu ended up sheltering her from the Guard, and helped her get back on her feet. Their interactions fostered an unlikely friendship... and a subsequent invitation to the order.
  
  Baffled by this, Xiangyu cautiously accepted, and has been trying to make himself worthy of the position ever since. To this day, he still isn't quite sure why he decided to take up the offer. Some days, he tells himself it's for the good of Drasira. Other days he reminds himself that his position in the Black Order is a greater honor than any station in Nai Sie.
  
  He has yet to admit to himself that a perverse part of him, deep down, has fallen in love with the wanton killing of the jungles, from the years he has survived its terrors.
  
  

  reputation

  Despite his dishonorable discharge, the soldiers of Nai Sie respect Xiangyu as a 20-year veteran of a profession with a 5-year life expectancy. Some people even fear him for his apparent eccentricity. He's a little past his prime, though, and many who praise him to his face whisper about his drinking habits behind his back.
  
  The fact that he is of a respected noble family raises some eyebrows here and there, but it's just as well known that he's all but divorced them from his life.
  
  

  sacrifice

  Having long disowned his birth family, he has given his life almost fully to the Black Order. He's forfeited all the privileges and accolades of both his nobility and military service in Nai Sie, as well as the right to marry or bear children. Combat will no longer bring him glory or recognition, and he instead lays down his life for the good of Drasira.
  
  
  

  
  
• RELATIONSHIPS

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  • YI WENZHU

    Paternal Uncle || Alive

    
    

    
    
    

    YI WENHUA

    Cousin, younger son of Yi Wenzhu || Alive
    
    Cautious and thorough, the scholar Wenhua prefers to think everything through before he arrives at a conclusion. Hes' a man who prefers to keep to himself, although unlike the rest of his family, he's maintained a good relationship with Xiangyu built on mutual admiration. He has often come to Xiangyu's defense when other family members treated him maliciously.

    
    

    
    
    

    YI WENJUN

    Cousin, older son of Yi Wenzhu || Alive

    
    

    
    
    

    BERENIKE YI

    First cousin once removed. Daughter of Yi Wenhua || Alive

    
    
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易
翔
宇

coded by reveriee.

 

[Abendrot]

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• BERENIKE SASSARIS

  full name

  Berenike Sassaris
  
  

  nickname

  Yi Lianhua (Nai Sian name)
  
  

  gender

  Female
  
  

  age

  22
  
  

  sexuality

  Homosexual
  
  

  class

  Scholar
  
  

  nation

  Aestantis

  VISAGE

  height

  5'3"
  
  

  weight

  105
  
  

  build

  Thin
  
  

  hair

  Black
  
  

  eyes

  Brown
  
  

  fc

  Jessie Mei Li
• virtue

  virtue

  virtue

  vice

  vice

  vice

  PERSONA

  It was as though she were born to be noble. Everything that makes Aestantian nobility what they are is exemplified in Berenike, much to their endless frustration. From her amiable and social nature to her dignified presence, from her excellent speech craft to her easy grace, she practically oozes with aristocratic perfection. Her inviting personality encourages even strangers and acquaintances to relax and enjoy a chat with her.
  
  Behind the young, sophisticated exterior, however, lies a keen mind and a sharp wit. Berenike is a chornic bookworm, and is a sucker for a good read or a long philosophical debate. She drinks in any kind of academic pursuit with boundless enthusiasm, and has a particular appetite for criticism, which she uses to improve her thinking.
  
  So fervent is Berenike in her scholarly passions that she is often prone to periods of excitable activity, deeply immersing herself on one thought or idea to the exclusion of all else -- including people -- for days at a time. She's been known to go for days without sleeping while working on something that has caught her interest, and sometimes has to be forced to eat or rest. She becomes colder and more calculating when she is under stress and trying to focus on doing something even though what she wants is to curl up into a ball and ride things out.
  
  Berenike has had to grow a thick skin out of necessity, and on the surface it almost seems as if nothing bothers her. This is a point of pride for her, as she believes it helps her deal with situations more objectively, and make the best decision. As long as a situation or comment doesn’t cut down to her core, she isn't bothered by it.
  
  The insults that do cut to her core -- especially those pertaining to her race -- make her extremely angry. Years of etiquette training have taught her how to contain that anger, but when the pressure of multiple insults becomes too much, she explodes. This has happened only a handful of times in her life, so it is not often a problem with her. Usually.
  
  Yet beneath the unflappable demeanor and easy smile, so far down that Berenike herself rarely notices it exists, is a well of self-doubt and insecurity, a worry that she is not good enough to be a reputable scholar, and a fear for the lives of her family should she fail. These doubts usually surface not as emotions, but as debilitating headaches, which in the last few years have constantly bothered her.
  
  
  

  
  

  MISC

  skills

  etiquette, diplomacy, history (Nai Sie + Aestantis), coercion, economics, mathematics, rhetoric, calligraphy (Nai Sien + Aestantean),
  
  

  habits

  - Light sleeper, and broadly dependent on tea and tobacco to keep herself moving.
  - Want to see her in a gibbering, nonsensical mess? Hand her a cat. She cannot possible function like a normal person around them.
  - One hell of a singer; she often sings to herself when she's alone, but will clam up if she knows there's an audience.
  - Suffers from nasty headaches, about the only time where she stops being such a prissy little smarty pants.
  
  

  fears

  failure, losing career prospects, being a fraud
  

  
  
• BACKGROUND

  
  

  TW: death, stillbirth, racism
  
  Eirini Sassaris, a bright young woman of nineteen years, had been living in Nai Sie for the past four years with her aging father -- a once-wealthy Aestantian trader and investor. Generations of spendthrift Sassarises had lost the family estate in the homeland to debt, and here on the other side of the world their coffers were standing on their last legs.
  
  But then, a new player was introduced: the younger son of a high-ranking Nai Sian official, Yi Wenhua. In a flurry of courting and the pull of a large dowry, the two were wed before either of them reached the age of 20. The wedding was one of controversy; an Aestantian woman with a Nai Sian man would have signaled a social death knell in the homeland, but here it was not without its plentiful boons. The Sassaris' union with the Yis ensured financial stability for the time being, leaving Eirini's father without worry for when he passed on into the next life.
  
  A year later, Eirini gave birth to a daughter, named Berenike by herself, and Lianhua by her father. The three of them remained in the Yi estate in Yunzhou to conduct business until the girl reached the age of 7, when they moved back to Aestantis in order to seek a better education for her. The young family was left in good hands, their financial needs handled by Wenhua's father as they moved forward with their lives. These were happy years for Berenike, but as all things must, they had to end by the time she turned ten.
  
  When Eirini perished giving birth to a stillborn son, her family was devastated. Stranded in Aestantis as a foreigner and an exotic object subject to curiosity and gossip -- without close contacts or friends -- Wenhua was at a lost of what to do. But, adequately supported by his family's assets and estate, he used the money left behind by his late wife to travel back to Nai Sie.
  
  By 12, Yi Lianhua had become savvy enough to handle responsibilities that had once been her mother's. She was ambitious, clever, and quick on her feet and with her words. Yet Wenhua couldn't bear to look at his daughter; Lianhua reminded him too much of his wife, and he reminded her that now that they were back in Nai Sie he could not promise her the same education and opportunities she had in Aestantis.
  
  If she took the imperial examinations in Nai Sie, she knew she could test into a good teacher's college or a medical academy. She suspected she might even test into the Qinghua Institute in the capital, where the greatest minds in Nai Sie produced stunning feats of science and pondered the mysteries of the natural world.
  
  But Berenike was not the type of person to stray from the path once it was set for her.
  
  After countless months of pleading, demanding, (but never begging or groveling) Wenhua gave in. He agreed to send Solange back to Aestantis, after endless negotiating and flattering of former friends of the Sassaris family. This would be his final act of sacrifice for his daughter.
  
  The academies of Aestantis and all their glorious treasures were an intellectual and aesthetic joy for Berenike Sassaris, now going by her mother's names. She received a comprehensive education on philosophy, culture, mathematics, poetry, economics, and politics, none of which even seemed like work to her. She read as much as she could until her eyes strained, and there was time enough to write and think, and she couldn't understand how anyone could complain.
  
  However, Berenike's time in Aestantis was not without difficulty. Although she is half-Aestantian by blood, her foreign features separated her from the rest, and she stuck out like a sore thumb. While her host family may have been kind, patient, the rest of elite society was not.
  
  Half breed. Wild savage. Pity. Charity case; these were some of the things they called her behind her back; others simply did this to her face. "Nai Sie is a particularly herdlike nation. You listen well, but independent thought is difficult for you. Your brains, which we know to be an indicator of your rational capacity, are by nature smaller." a teacher once told her.
  
  Berenike wanted so badly to show them that she was worth it. That she would crush them underneath her heel, with cutting words and careful actions. All while wearing the picture of Aestantian elegance.
  
  Yet time is evidently the best teacher, as years passed during her residence in Aestantis. She adjusted herself to the ways of high society, carefully observing the people and their mannerisms and integrating herself amongst her white peers and their silly traditions. She played their game better than most, and in this world, one is either a player or a pawn. She opted for the former.
  
  Yet the ease and skill of maneuvering through the waters did little to stop the waves. It was quite strange to see how a country she had loved—yes, she had loved it—could end up being so foreign to her. Perhaps she had known all along, but she couldn’t see it. Either way, she couldn't see a future for herself in Aestantis, and she hadn't seen her father in years. She packed her bags, closed her deals, and bid farewell to a select few. The rest could go to hell for all she cared.
  
  Berenike, dressed in Aestantian clothing and adjusted to Aestantian culture is -- not for the first time -- foreign in a place that should be her homeland. She returned to Nai Sie shortly before her 20th birthday, eager for new adventures, and most importantly, new opportunities. She was no longer the child she was years ago.
  
  In giving herself to the Black Order, Berenike had hopes of starting anew. It was time to move on, time for her to forge her own future, now that the ties to her previous life have been cut, albeit rather abruptly. This would be her chance to succeed, to prove her worth not to others but to herself.
  

  
  
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易
莲花

coded by reveriee.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

rogue.

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cai zhen

rogue

ㅎㅎ

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full name

Cai Zhen

02.

age

twenty-seven

03.

gender

male

04.

sexuality

homosexual

05.

class

rogue

06.

nation

nia sie

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  a homesickness for a home
  you can't return to,
  or that never was
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  height

  
  

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  weight

  
  

  176 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair colour

  
  

  black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye colour

  
  

  brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  David Yang
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Zhen is often in the background, observing and taking note of the happenings around him. He's a quiet person - you will struggle to get his opinion without directly asking for it. He much prefers to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself and act on them when he deems the time to be right. He's not much of a team player, not because he doesn't like others, but because he often finds that they get in his way, and he struggles to let go of control. However, he is good at allowing someone else to make a plan, and in following that plan, Zhen will often find his own way or tweak certain steps or rules to suit him.
  
  He's very nonconfrontational and barely ever argues. He is less talk and more action - he will do what he thinks is right without running it by anyone. He's secretive, both about what he does and him as a person, so it can be difficult to grasp his true personality. Zhen is very, very serious. He's rarely joking or witty, preferring to be straight forward and get things done as quickly as possible. He can prioritise tasks or ambition over his relationships, which makes him a difficult person to be friends or more with. Zhen has been accused of being disloyal, and he is, to an extent - although his loyalty may be stronger in closer relationships, but he hasn't been able to form many yet. It doesn't show, but Zhen just wants to do the right thing. Zhen wants to be a hero, only he doesn't care so much about recognition - he wants to help the underdog, the little guy, the minority. He wants to do something with his life that he will look back on in old age and be proud of.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  
  

  
  
  

  ambitious

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  intelligent

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  intuitive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  persuasive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  observant

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  disloyal

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  uncooperative

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  serious

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  unemotional

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  deceptive

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  
  

  
  
  

  knives

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  rain

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  music

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  jewellery

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  cats

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  
  

  
  
  

  heat

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  heavy weapons

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  red meat

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  monarchy

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  habits

  
  
  

  
  
  

  flipping knives between his fingers

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  crossing legs when sitting

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  smiling at animals

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills

  
  
  

  
  
  

  acrobatics

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  knifework

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  athleticism

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  deception

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  
  
  

  amounting to nothing

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  having regrets

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  history

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  early life

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Zhen remembers very little about his parents. They died when he was young, though the circumstances of their death has never been fully disclosed to them. Growing up as an orphan, Zhen was very poor, and even as a child he was able to recognise the imbalance between the wealthy and the impoverished, and particularly the way that the monarchy - specifically the Emperor - clearly favoured those who were not in need of assistance on account of their riches.
  
  Living on the streets, although Nai Sie wasn't a particularly dangerous country, Zhen had to learn to protect himself. His abilities are a combination of skills that he learnt when he was young, as well as some natural talent, combined with skills and experience that he learned later in life.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  life before the black order

  
  

  
  
  
  

  In his mid-to-late teenage years, Zhen joined a group of bandits in Nai Sie. He was one of the younger members, but he was taught a lot by the other members who became mentors to him. The Bandits, although most were part of the group purely for the money and riches, were a close knit group of genuine friends. Zhen struggled in the beginning to integrate himself, being as serious and quiet as he was, but he spent years with the group and soon he was an integral part of it.
  
  They intercepted a lot of wealthy - and even some royalty - that moved through Nai Sie transport routes. Although the jewels and gold and riches that they were able to steal were plenty, Zhen struggled to feel passionately about what they were doing. He believed in taking down a monarchy, and in enforcing equality, but they weren't really doing any of that. Zhen felt like he wasn't contributing to society in a way that mattered, nor did he feel that he was doing anything meaningful.
  
  Occasionally, the Bandits would work with the growing Rebellion in assisting them with transport routes to get in and out of Nai Sie without being intercepted. It was through these occasoinal interactions that Zhen realised what he really cared about.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  sacrifice

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Zhen began to work with the Rebellion, but he was hesitant to leave the Bandits. Mostly there was a bit of a rivalry between the two, and Zhen soon found himself caught in the middle, although the Bandits had no idea of his true loyalties. Enough time passed that Zhen felt wholly uncomfortable staying with the Bandits - who simply continued to steal from the rich and keep their bounty for themselves - and decided to fall into the Rebellion fully. The friendships that he made within the Bandits were genuine and healthy for him, but Zhen couldn't stand the idea of continuing on the path that he was. As much as he tried to prevent a confrontation, in informing his group - his team - of his plan and of the fact that he'd been a double agent for some of the time, fighting broke out. No one was trying to kill anybody, but Zhen and his friends hurt each other, and by the time he got out of it, he was completely shunned and shut out by them.
  
  He is certain that he is satisfied with his choice - he is doing something that he feels is important and meaningful, and he is able to put his skills to good use. However, he can't deny that it hurts to know that he has less friends in Nai Sie than he started out with, and less people to trust. Zhen tells himself that it doesn't matter - in the end, the only person he will ever allow himself to need is him.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Zhen isn't a particularly big fan of his reputation, though he has no desire to make an effort to change it. His 'betrayal' of the Bandits is well-known, if a bit embellished, as are his skills in both the Bandits and the Rebellion. He is known for his knifework and - in some cases - his ruthlessness. Many have described him as cold-hearted or without having a heart at all, as well as overly serious and unable to take a joke. This, Zhen disagrees with. He can take a joke, as long as it's the right time... which it rarely is. He is someone, apparently, who you don't want to cross, a rumour that Zhen is happy with if it means that people will leave him alone.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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chi chi

rogue

ㅎㅎ

01.

full name

Chioma "Chichi" Nwakali

02.

age

twenty-four

03.

gender

woman

04.

sexuality

pansexual

05.

class

rogue

06.

nation

ituthia

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  radiance.

  
  
  
  

  the dew that flies
  suicidal, at one with the drive
  into the red
  eye, the cauldron of morning.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  height

  
  

  5'5

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  

  120 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair colour

  
  

  black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye colour

  
  

  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  Anok Yai
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  persona

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Some would say that Chioma is like the sun, warm and cheerful, but she is more like a shooting star, burning bright and fast across the sky. She is light-hearted, loving to make others smile and laugh even when things are at their darkest or at times considered inappropriate. She is spontaneous and not at all shy, tending to shower even acquaintances with affection and enthusiasm. There's a saying that she loves and tries to live by: "An open heart lets the light in." Her open heart includes her warmth, of course, but it also includes her opinions. When it comes to matters of values and philosophy, Chioma doesn't look for confrontation, but she's definitely not scared of it either. She won't hesitate to defend what she believes in, utilizing her sharp tongue that contains no malice but plenty of raw passion. Her ideas are grounded deeply in her spiritual and moral compass that constantly points her in the direction of helping the helpless and dutifully caring for her loved ones. This passion runs deep, perhaps even to a fault. She can get emotional when her morals are tested or compromised, clouding her judgment. Some may find it oversentimental or childish.
  
  Aside from her morals, Chioma doesn't take much seriously. Although there are many matters in her life that could act as sources of stress, she insists on maintaining a light and easygoing demeanor. She isn't completely carefree, but she often behaves with a breeziness that suggests that she is. She doesn't feel obligated to show respect simply because she is expected to. She has her own criteria and methods of giving respect to those around her. This comes from good intentions. Chioma believes that the practice of supplying mandatory, unearned respect is responsible for a lot of grief—it results in stupid people getting big heads and losing sight of their true obligations. Her criteria are a bit elusive, however, so she may simply come off as cheeky to some and impudent to others. If you push her to give respect when she feels it's not warranted, you're likely to meet the aforementioned sharp tongue. It's a good way to get on to her (rather hard to get on) bad side.
  
  To match her spontaneity, Chioma has a brilliant and quick wit. When you're as impulsive as she is, your mind needs to be able to keep up with your heart. She is a lot more clever than she appears to be, able to adapt to situations, pick up on important details, and dance her way around obstacles. This sharpness manifests in other ways as well: finesse and flair. Chioma displays finesse in a more youthful and playful way, however—taking things too seriously never leads to favorable results in her opinion. She acts fast, thinks fast, and tries not to fret too much about the consequences. After all, she can always make things better later, can't she? To others, however, her quick-thinking may seem more like recklessness. It's not uncommon for Chioma to overestimate herself or put herself in danger on a whim for the protection of others. She often downplays how far she pushes herself, not wanting to worry others or herself. This can lead to her neglecting help or pushing herself to the point of harm. She's honest about most things but in denial about this; she'd rather keep things light. How far can she push herself before her smile begins to drop?
  
  Chioma certainly is more like a shooting star: warm and cheerful, but also bold, free, and fast. The question is: will she ever burn up completely? Or perhaps even crash into the earth below?
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  cheerful

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  spirited

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  quick-witted

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  daring

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  beneficent

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  
  

  
  
  

  irreverent

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  impulsive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  emotional

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  self-destructive

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  stubborn

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  
  

  
  
  

  shiny things

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  music

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  astronomy

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the countryside

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  jokes/pranks

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  
  

  
  
  

  seriousness

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  the law

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  people suffering

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  heavy armor

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  habits

  
  
  

  
  
  

  humming songs to herself

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  playing with her jewelry

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  hanging from hazardous places

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skills

  
  
  

  
  
  

  agility

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  stealth

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  dexterity

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  charm

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  
  
  

  failing to protect the people around her

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  consequences catching up with her

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  little chichi in the countryside

  
  

  
  
  
  

  In the midst of a fruitful harvest, Chioma Nwakali was born into a farming family in rural Ituthia. She was the youngest of three children and her older brother and sister doted on her. Her earliest years were rather pleasant. Despite the hard work and commitment that went into working the family farm, young Chioma always found time to have fun. Her idea of fun consisted of running through the countryside and playing pranks on her family and members of their village community. It wasn't long before she received the nickname "Chichi" for her playfulness and starry-eyed spirit. She spent a lot of time outside and was often caught trying to explore the forests—to say the least, her adventurousness often got her in trouble with her mother. Despite frequent scoldings and spankings for her recklessness, she only grew more hasty and headstrong.
  
  Chioma made a friend in the village when she was seven: a girl her age named Adaure. Their friendship started when Chioma played a prank on the other girl, using leaves and sticks to craft a mass with a monstrous silhouette to scare her. Adaure was startled upon seeing the mass and grappled with Chioma over the practical joke. Once the two little girls finished fighting, they were both in tears from intense laughter. From that point on, they were inseparable. Chioma took Adaure on her adventures through the countryside. Together, they learned to climb trees and jump between the branches. They learned to be stealthy so they could cause mischief around the village. A perfect pair.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  the gold thief

  
  

  
  
  
  

  When Chioma was twelve, she started accompanying her father on his trips to the nearby city where they transported their goods to be sold. She was dazzled by the big city after having grown up entirely in the countryside. For the first time, she saw many nobles in-person and was fascinated by their large amounts of jewelry. Jewelry wasn't super easy to come by in her rural village, so the sight of golden chains and diamond rings piqued her interest. Chioma noticed one noblewoman drop a golden bracelet studded with gems. She quickly and quietly scooped it off of the ground and had slipped away by the time the woman began screaming, "My bracelet! I've lost my bracelet!" When Chioma returned home, the first thing she did was give the bracelet to Adaure. After that, not a day went by where the other girl wasn't wearing it.
  
  And thus, the Gold Thief was born. Monthly trips into the city became the highlight of Chioma's adolescence. Not only did her swiping and pickpocketing skills grow, but she also learned how to charm people and make them laugh. If she wasn't taking a piece of jewelry from a noble with stealth, she was doing it with the art of distraction or the art of charisma. Before long, teenage Chioma had amassed a vast collection of jewelry, most of it gold (her favorite material). Adaure received many gifts from her, but that first bracelet remained her ultimate treasure. Chioma outfitted her siblings, her parents, and people around the village with jewelry. When asked how she acquired so much jewelry and so many trinkets, she only gave a little giggle and told them to not worry about it.
  
  When Adaure came down with a serious, long-term illness, the Gold Thief used her skills to obtain medicines that wouldn't have been accessible otherwise. When visiting the city, Chioma made time to pay secret visits to the locations of apothecaries and physicians, stealing whatever looked like it could help her friend. She eventually found something that palliated whatever the mysterious illness was. Despite her efforts, she couldn't find an actual cure. Adaure told her it was okay, but Chioma held it against herself. With a smile on her face, she dutifully stole the palliative medicine whenever she was in the city. Adaure continued to deteriorate, but it was also clear that the medicine was giving her more time and making things easier for her.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  a promise to adaure

  
  

  
  
  
  

  When Chioma was in the last few years of her teens, things started going very wrong in her rural community. The once bountiful harvests were struck by a mysterious blight. Some of her neighbors began turning up dead. Chioma was determined to not let darkness befall her home. Her stealing patterns shifted so she could take care of her family and community. She began stealing money and training herself in the combat of a rogue, so she could defend her people and also begin performing any odd jobs that were requested to make extra money. It became a normal occurrence for her to make long trips with bags of food on her back to bring home. If Chioma was tired, she didn't show it. She continued to make her loved ones laugh and encourage them to remain optimistic. The nobles that Chioma had once envied and playfully pickpocketed off of offered nothing more than sentiment as her people starved and were impoverished and murdered.
  
  When it became clear that this misfortune was related to the return of old monsters and old darkness, Chioma saw a chance to make a more permanent contribution to her community: joining the Black Order and vanquishing the darkness full-time, presumably until there was none left. She considered it more and more, but there was one thing stopping her: Adaure. At this point, the constant stream of stolen medicine was the only thing keeping Adaure alive. If Chioma wasn't around to provide anymore, Adaure would die within weeks. Darkness set upon the village more and more. Chioma began to feel more and more torn. Until Adaure asked Chioma to make her a promise.
  
  One day, Adaure called Chioma to sit beside her and explained that she was sick of sitting by, powerless, as evil set upon their village and ruined their lives. "You've always been my hero, Chichi," she said. "And now it is time for you to be a hero to the world. Promise me you'll give your blade and your heart to the Black Order and vanquish this evil? Promise me you'll purge the darkness with your light?" Chioma made the promise, packed her bags, hugged her family and fellow villagers in a tear-soaked goodbye, and joined the Black Order in hopes of killing the evil that threatened to take everything from her. It wasn't long before she got the letter from home: Adaure had died choking on phlegm, some of her final thoughts being about how her best friend was going to save them all. This is Chioma's sacrifice, though it ended up feeling a lot more like Adaure's. Now, Chioma is here, all smiles and good intentions despite her profound inner grief, to ensure that Adaure's death will not be in vain.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    Chioma's dearest friend. Being friends with Adaure allowed her to construct her moral compass and develop her spirit and optimism. Adaure was Chioma's biggest motivation when she was alive and is still her biggest motivation now that she has departed. Everything Chichi does is for her childhood best friend and the village that this friend was a part of.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    reputation

    
    

    It wasn't long before all of those people Chichi stole from started connecting the dots. Rumors of "the Gold Thief," a young woman with a big smile and even bigger capacity to steal valuables and fight (if she has to), have spread decently beyond her village and the city where she conducted most of her early crimes. Whether or not the tellings of these rumors are favorable depends on the tellers and listeners. Some find her method of conducting rogue activity with a light heart and optimism endearing or inspiring. However, many likely think of her as foolish and underestimate her abilities. After all, sunniness typically isn't expected of rogues. Chioma doesn't care too much about her reputation. People can come meet her if they want to form an opinion; she'll welcome them with open arms!
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[bad wolf]

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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.

Rumi

VASILII

full name

Ser Vasilii Wojciech

Nicknames

Vas'ka, Vasya

Age

40

Gender

Gender-fluid

Sexuality

Biromantic, asexual

Class

Ranger

Nation

Sredzym

Good Night, Day

Hildur Guðnadóttir

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visage

height

5' 11" / 180 cm

weight

67 kg / 148 lbs

hair c.

Blonde

eye c.

Green

faceclaim

Tilda Swinton

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psyche

Life is not adventure, there's no constant thrill urging one onward, whispering sweet tales of fortune and fame. Vas'ka has only heard of such things in stories, excited nighttime ventures spoken around fires. She clung to those with a child's hope and learned to let them go one heartbreak at a time. There's no gallant knight, no honorable king or vanquished evil. She's only ever known tired old men, greedy rulers, and a persistent terror gripping the throat of Drasira with a hold that kills.

She joined the Sredzym militia when she was young, was raised by their strict routine and careful discipline. She became a skilled fighter, learned to hunt and kill for more than just food, and survived some of the worst winters her nation had to offer. It might be inaccurate to say such things strengthened her, as a child would need much more than tough skin to survive such a world. She's spent many a night too drunk and too remiss as a result after all, but she's had good company to carry her through it.

She aches to see the world through a child's eyes, bright and wonderful, unplagued by tyrants and monsters alike. She wants those tales she so loved as a child to ring true, to carry the next generation into a better life than hers. Vas'ka fears that her home here in Sredzym and brothers-in-arms may not be enough to ensure such a future.

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resilient, inquisitive, perceptive, outspoken, diligent

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dependent, narcissistic, amoral, resentful, obsessive

likes

a warm fire, spirits, music, Zhiva and companionship, well met plans

dislikes

large gatherings, ceremony, melodrama, towns/cities

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No one speaks of home, family they left behind when found by the Sredzym Guard. For many of them, it is too difficult to remember. They were children then, scared and hopeless, abadoned or orphaned. Many of them believe their life only started when they joined the guard, that they were reborn and cut from the very same cloth the guard's most eldest members were. They had the same fathers, the same brothers. They shared the same story, one as old and sacred as the Sredzymi wastes and the countless ghosts that haunted it.

They were soldiers without a home, without a family. Everything they've been without, they've come to have again here in the guard, and Vas'ka has been without for a very long time.

They found her feral, living amongst the ruin of a frostbitten village. The wind howled just as strongly as her and the village stood just as alone. Doors were secured, tables were set for meals left uneaten. When they strode into the village, there wasn't a person in sight. Even the barns were scarce, the livestock gone into the night. If she does remember, Vas'ka has never spoken of what took place here.

Ser Efram was tasked to look after Vas'ka until they could safely pass her on. He kept her living in the wilderness, protected her from the others' curiosity, rumors of curses and disease. They bonded closely and when it came time to hand her off to a more capable family in some distant town, she fought tooth and nail with her would-be adopters, bit and screamed till the guard took her back and Efram looked after her.

They'd no intentions on training her. She was merely cargo to some, a package they'd yet to deliver to the city. Efram promised they'd be able to help her there, but the winters were long and the Sredzymi terrain was hard to transverse safely. His promises became half-hearted wishes, dwindling as the days drew on.

Nearly a year in, he took it upon himself to train her. He told her of the guard, a militia not yet sanctioned and heavily scrutinized. He taught her how to hunt and forage and provide for the encampment. He told her stories and watched as her eyes glistened, that brilliant green bleeding into the air around her, bringing a forgotten spring to his Sredzymi winters.

She grew under his care. She took the oath. She forgot whatever terrors still haunted her dreams and pursued a long career with the guard, bringing swift justice down on those who would disturb Sredzym's cold and desolate peace. When she became an officer, she was battle-tested and tormented, their justice never enough. Through the snow flowed crimson rivers and though she no longer answered it, the wind howled horribly. She grew tired and miserable. Efram's promises were no longer as scared to her when they so often rang so hollow, his blind hope pointless to her.

When they found Kazimir, she'd been at her breaking point. Half-drunk near all the time, she recklessly put herself into situations Efram would surely beat her for, death following her every step. Efram would try to console her, but she was beyond his help. Kazimir, a boy not unlike herself all those years ago, brought her back.

REPUTATION

It is quietly spoken and not near as valiant as what some might expect. Her claim to fame amongst the more common folk is escorting an envoy through a forest notoriously infested with Sredzymi beasts, bears as tall as trees and monsters who wear familiar faces. The militia she's enlisted in is well-known despite never being officially recognized. They are loved by some and hated by others, their tendency to be hired on as mercenaries and thugs muddying the water.

SACRIFICE

Vas'ka has left everything she's ever known to join this order. She considers that sacrifice enough.

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Ser Efram Volkov

A senior officer of the Sredzym Guard and the closest person she knows. He is as her father, having took her in as a child and trained her in her most crucial skills. He is a quiet old man, worn and weepy in his older years, mournful of everything they've lost. He struggles to shoulder the responsibility of training more recruits knowing well the fate most of them meet. He's saved her life on more than one occasion, a debt she may never pay in full. He both loves and hates her for joining The Black Order, leaving them all behind but doing more for Drasira than most of them can ever dream of.

Kazimir

A recruit for the Sredzym Guard. She has known many brothers over the years; Kaz is one in a long list. He was taken in in similar circumstances as her and so she sees much of herself in him. Vas'ka took it upon herself to train him after he took the oath. Though he is older now and more capable, she agonizes over the thought of losing him, the guilt that would come knowing her leaving might have played its part in his passing. It is a fear that plagues her and a reason she dreads opening any letters from home.

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miscellaneous

Habits

Vas'ka is in a near constant state of motion, feet shifting and green eyes darting. She busies her hands with small tasks, jolts her leg and never sits still for too long. There's always another project and more work to do. She talks even when no one's listening, talks to fill space. It doesn't have to make sense, it just has to be. The only time she settles is when she's sleeping and that is a rare occasion, completely unintentional. She's up days at a time and crashes suddenly, not often in a bed either.

She carries parchment with her wherever she goes, jotting down inspiration and advice, a few small lines of prose she's every intention of turning into a poem and never does. If you look through the pages, it can be hard reading, her handwriting apparently only legible to herself. You'll see a drawing or two, the bend in a river to mark her way or a portrait she found striking. She keeps a quill and a small capsule of ink in her saddle bag and writes most often by firelight.

Skills

Vas'ka has trained for the hunt, the militia she worked for living months in the cold Sredzym wilderness. She is incredibly skilled at lances, or spears. She can use them on foot or when riding horseback. In close combat, she uses the shashka, a single-edged and guardless backsword best wielded in one hand.

She's resourceful, able to make use of most anything in dire situations. She can make shelter and find food in remote locations. Basic aide was pertinent as well while she lived with her troop, and she has fair knowledge of different treatments and medicine.

She's adept at riding. Zhiva, an older Kabarda horse she helped raise since they were a yearling, is one of her closest companions.

Fears

Fear keeps you living; it keeps you moving. Vas'ka seeks companionship not because she adores the attention, she fears being alone. She's spent years removed and distant. She knows how she is on her own and hates the way it makes her feel, how bad the tedium becomes. People give her purpose in life, a belonging she wouldn't have otherwise.

Vas'ka also fears inaction, an idle mind left to wander and muse about things better left alone. Confined spaces bother her a great deal, and she does not take kindly to being held back or restrained. She fears sickness and crowds of people, how suffocating that can be.

She fears being known. Having her name taken, her face worn like a mask, identity stolen and reputation broken by some malicious beast. As per custom, she wears a skull mask made from that of a goat.

Extras

She's enthralled by music and could sit for hours listening to it. She hasn't come by many instruments in her day, but has tried replicating those she's seen. Catastrophic failures she's grown too frustrated with and tossed away, whittled blocks of wood only just resembling flutes, panpipes, or a buben's hoop.

Vas'ka has always been fascinated by the aristocracy's embroidered clothes and fine silks, a want for bright fabrics and extravagant headwear. It's craftsmanship of another kind, made with nimble fingers and a careful eye. She's no occasion to wear it rightfully for, but adores it regardless.

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  Siegr Moir-rai

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dark brown with an undertone of auburn, it is rather a shame that his eyes are so often concealed by his mat of hair. Stern when his mind is elsewhere, sympathetic on occasion, Siegr's eyes hold much of his visible emotion and would likely be considered his best aesthetic feature by those who haven't seen his smile.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Long, unkempt, until it's too tangled to manage and thus, shortened to his jawline, it is an obvious outlier against his otherwise well-groomed appearance. Creating a further contrast, his multi-pigmented beard tends to be carefully manicured and trimmed. It does the most to hide his scar, making it valuable for more than aesthetics.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  While Siegr is not the tallest of men, nor the broadest, his lifetime of craftmanship has toned his muscles to an impressive degree: making his physique easily recognizable within a crowd. His hands and arms bear their share of scars and burns, though most are minor and easily concealed by the clothing he wears. He walks with a strong gait: quickly, though he never appears to be flustered or in a hurry. His long legs may be considered the highlight of his physique...or perhaps, instead, it is his shoulders and arms: thickened by a decade before the forge, giving his silhouette a sturdy wideness to it.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Prominently featuring on his neck and up into his hairline is the aftermath of a far too close encounter with fire: skin a mottled reddish tone, trailing down over his collarbone and onto the upper portion of his chest. His best attempts to conceal it are often successful, though it is inescapably apparent when his mane is tied back, revealing the crumpled remains of his right ear and patches where hair has tried to grow back within the inhospitable scar tissue on parts of his jaw and scalp.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Rarely less than fully equipped, Siegr's belt is littered with dangling tools and bits of metal. Overlapping it is a thick leather tunic, customized to hold knickknacks and more tools, yet tailored to provide a muffling aspect so that he doesn't clatter as he walks. Fond as he is of his metal armor, satchels, and holsters, he may be seen less bundled when he is outside his workshop or whenever he is not traveling. Even then, his career as a blacksmith is apparent, with a thickly woven wool overcoat that reveals forearms marked by signatures of forge-work and the tool belt that never leaves his hips.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Socially inept, unpredictable, has a comfortable relationship with minor untruths

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Siegr is often the tender of campfires, cooking the day's meal with rather more enthusiasm than skill. The intricacies of appealing cookery are beyond his abilities, but he makes the attempt regardless.
  
  Restless fingers and the ever present desire for a distraction brought Siegr to the pastime of wood carving. Always to be found on his belt are a small piece of wood and a carving knife, should his hands become free to engage them. He winds up with a plethora of trinkets from this proclivity, so he will oftentimes gift them to new acquaintances or leave them someplace secretive, which, on occasion, gives the result of a satisfying payoff when the random recipient is helplessly confused. It's one of the small joys in his life.
  
  Due to the hearing loss in his right ear, he instinctively tilts his head to the side when he is listening for a distant or quiet noise, and he often relies on mouth-reading or other physical cues when in the presence of soft-spoken people. Strangely, he also tends to be soft spoken himself, unless he truly wants to be heard: in which case he speaks in a deeper register so the vibrations in his chest can inform him on how loudly he is speaking.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Steady, in the way that a forest of saplings could lean on the old oak at their center while they develop their own strength, Siegr is a quiet presence in most crowds. Existing most comfortably inside his own thoughts, he keeps a distant awareness of his surroundings and often feels no need to engage with them. Conversely, when closer encounters with strangers arise, Siegr typically speaks a bit too freely and about nothing in particular. It can border on annoying, but he will submit the floor to anyone who has more to say than pleasantries.
  
  Indeed, as he comes to know a person, once he begins to find the silence companionable rather than burdensome, he is less inclined to speak.
  He presents an apparently sympathetic ear to those who are beyond his mere acquaintance. This occurrence is rather rare, however, as he does not solely appreciate the sound of another's voice. Rather, he is most likely to listen, and patiently, while he works.
  Fortunately he works often, and even the simple distraction of a carving project will suffice to hold him in place to nod and commiserate with a person's complaints and confidences.
  
  It is small wonder, then, that his face is well recognized by those who reside close to his regular pathways. Yet those same people would likely refer to him as distant, odd, or reserved. He dispenses his smiles sparingly, speaks quietly, and bears a tendency to give his attention to other tasks while engaging in conversation: all of which contribute to the slight berth he is given as he walks the streets of Ituthia.
  
  Further lending credence to that berth is his temper. Slow to emotion and typically extending his patience out to a considerable degree, Siegr is carefully controlled by his better instincts in unfamiliar environments. However, should he feel compelled, he will lash out suddenly and with full strength until the issue is dealt with, only to return in an eye's blink to his former composure.
  A benefit when unbridled emotionality might make the worst of a situation, to be sure, yet Siegr's trigger-light rage is a thing feared by its recipients all the same.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  "Light it!"
  
  "No, they're still alive! Can't you hear them screaming?"
  
  "Sieg, fuck's sake, give me that!" The torch was wrenched from his hand and thrown in one motion onto the bed of leaves, slick with oil. It went up in flames, reaching eagerly for the nearby trees and the night sky above their heads. Wagon's reins pulled taut in Siegr's hand as she brayed in panic behind him.
  
  

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  The influence of his father's intellect was rich: like fruitful soil for an eager crop, it gave rise to curiosity and the spirit of invention.
  Siegr showed potential in his father's craft and spent much of his time in the work shed improving his steady handedness and deftness in front of a forge. At the age when he could build an instrument on his own, he became somewhat more of a business partner to his father, rather than a son.
  Even as a young boy, he shared his father's pride in their ability to make tools that brought joy and liveliness to otherwise formal streets.
  
  It was especially invigorating to take the journey all the way to the vibrant markets where his father would sell their finest instruments. It was only in the city that Siegr was able to fully appreciate the value of aesthetics. They never stayed more than a week or two, but the inspiration Siegr took from each visit lasted for months afterward, as he regaled his friends with his experiences and imbued his handiwork with ornate designs and artistry that mirrored the décor from the foreign wares in the marketplaces.
  
  Though their life was humble (what finery and splendor did reside in their house was relegated to the few meaningful instruments hung on their walls), Siegr understood his privilege and was grateful for it.
  His closest friend, Mathalor, was not so fortunate, having lost his parents to the bloodlust of a Straras at a young age. They spent much of their time together: when they were not working in his father's shed, they were laying in the grass field outside their town, under the stars. In those moments, Mathalor would speak at length about his ambition to become a beast hunter and Siegr would nod along, eagerly imagining that future day when they would hunt side-by-side.
  
  

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  Streaks of flames darted past them as the fire spread: the pack of Aaras were abandoning their feast, taking to the steep mountain walls to escape the burgeoning heat even as some of them spread it further with their fiery pelts. The screams of his companions were dying out, but the scent of their burning flesh swirled deeper into his smoked lungs. He turned to soothe Wagon, fighting back tears that he wanted to blame upon the fire's stifling heat, but couldn't.
  
  Lost in grief too early, he was utterly unprepared for the Aaras leaping over his head into the face of his panicked mule. She brayed frantically, bucking and jolting Siegr's arm as he hastened to free his hand from the reins they were bound up in. Clawing at her muzzle, the Aaras only sought a launching place to hasten its departure from the fire's reach, yet Wagon was ignorant of anything aside from her own terror.
  Siegr scrambled for control, desperate to refrain from wielding his axe in the direction of his mule's face, he reached out and...in a strange instant, his eyes settled on Mathalor's widened pupils to his left side, the scene swirled dizzyingly, and he was reeling from the hoof hitting his chest. He barely cognized his fall before searing orange heat enveloped him.
  The night turned red and orange with naught else to be seen, and though the pain brought a scream to his lips, his only thought was a steady one, quiet...get up.
  
  

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  The influence of his mother's reputation was heavy.
  Her sister lived in their house with her family and she regaled them with stories proudly, every evening before supper, and again afterwards. Though she told many of the same stories twice or thrice over in a week, Mathalor, Siegr, and his cousins listened with rapture each time. Then, they would adventure out into the grass fields that surrounded their town the next day, reenacting every detail with the fervor of zealots.
  The tallest of the lot, Siegr often played the role of the beast, leaping and bounding on all fours, growling with abandon; each time, his death scene was the most enthusiastic element of his performance, giving way to their collective tide of comfortable satisfaction that a real beast had once been vanquished in just such a manner.
  He rarely missed his mother. She was a legend only his father pined for.
  
  Rather more present in his daily life was the understanding that, as he grew older, he was similarly drawing closer to the day when he would have to build such a reputation for himself. He was not shy over it; indeed, he held a certain anticipation for that day. Yet a hesitation remained inside his heart that he could not put a voice to.
  
  

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  Their group numbered seven; a solid company from years of working together.
  It was Siegr who recognized the tracks as a pack of Aaras, something to be feared, as they adventured into the region surrounding the afflicted town.
  They had known they were being followed for two days, with distant growls and the shivers in Wagon’s flank giving evidence to it: but the ravine they entered on the third day pressed the issue.
  
  Their enemy was too close.
  
  Siegr kept Wagon with him, hoping the mule’s scent would provide extra incentive for the beasts to linger near his garrison while his companions journeyed ahead. There was a chance it wouldn’t be enough to save them, but he could procure more time for them to stake out their own stand against the pack upon ground that was more favorable.
  
  His companions took their last look of him with grim appreciation and moved out of his view into the sparse trees ahead.
  For hours he waited with Wagon: making plenty of noise and pacing the neck of the ravine, hoping to lure the hungry pack of beasts into a standstill.
  
  It was the echoing shouts that alerted him, though the creeping fear that his misdirect had failed had been with him for some time.
  
  Though he pushed Wagon to her limit, they arrived long after the Aaras had begun their attack. The scent of blood was thick in the air.
  
  

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  In the pursuit of preparing themselves for hunting beasts, Siegr began to apply his metalworking skills to targets larger than musical instruments in his teenage years, and Mathalor began building his physicality. They agreed rather quickly on the separation of duties between them, since Siegr held more expertise in metal work and crafting weapons, while Mathalor showed his best talents when he wielded those weapons.
  
  Protest as his father did, Siegr and Mathalor set off on their questing path with Siegr's eldest cousin, Saestra, who was an expert navigator, when he was seventeen.
  
  Siegr was content to keep their band intimate, yet their early successes in remedying the afflictions of neighboring towns brought new companions into their fold. He learned to accept it, and his increased workload as their armorer was a welcome one. They traveled mostly within the borders of Ituthia, finding plenty of commissions for their services upon familiar ground.
  
  

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  The two survivors journeyed back to the village over several days that were lost to Siegr's memory in the weeks that followed.
  In those same weeks, he was met with a crushing reality that all his companions, aside from Mathalor, had perished from the Aaras attack. His attempt at heroism had failed in such spectacular fashion and yet the voices that reached him through his haze of pain were reassuring, almost awed as they recounted Mathalor's telling of his heroism for burning the pack of Aaras until they fled.
  
  He had wanted to sob, but his throat was too scratchy.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Siegr lingered for some time in his hometown, until he could no longer bear to listen to the reverent tones of those who spoke of that night, as if it was already a distant fable.
  
  Mathalor was eager to give credit to Siegr for his attempted heroic stand and mistook his discomfort in the attention it brought for shyness. Their relationship grew uneasy as their past became too tenuous a connection to pull them through Siegr's laborious recovery and subsequent melancholy.
  
  As he moved on, the renowned expertise of craftspeople in Ituthia made his task of finding a mentor a rather daunting one. At twenty-three years of age, he was, frankly, a bit old and lacking in the starry-eyed ambition of most eager apprenticeship candidates. So, he made his way as a traveling smithy, learning whatever he could from anyone who was willing to teach him. Although a small booth at an Ituthian marketplace became his post, he travels often to collect a library of the latest innovations in metalworking to enhance his craft.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  A handy tender of fire, Siegr's particular talents fall within metalworking, leather work, endurance (in both spirit and body), and inventiveness. His specialty lies within metal armory and sword-making, though he has eagerly been working to develop his proficiency with crafting leather armor and other weaponry.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Back in his home town, Siegr Moir-rai is generally regarded as a source of pride, due to his days as a beast hunter: with a range of tales that have been stretched in grandeur. Further from his town, in villages that once saw his aid, the views tend to be rather more nuanced. Based on the tale of his company's downfall, many consider him ungrateful, cowardly, unfortunate, or arrogant. Mathalor may spread a positive ideal of Siegr's actions to whoever will listen to him, yet still, those tales are interpreted critically by many.
  
  Escaping that past, Siegr is regarded as a skilled and innovative smith by the cadre of blacksmiths in the city. Though he is far off in expertise from his more experienced cohorts, he has a budding reputation with his customers for the unique and reliable quality of his handiwork.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Though his intent was to give his life for his company, instead, Siegr lost only a portion of his hearing to the blaze that killed them all.
  Far less noble, his relation with his childhood friend Mathalor was sacrificed to his own sense of guilt and desire for a life away from the tales of his past.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Caring for others has become a threat to Siegr; the only threat, really. Finding his sympathy and interest engaged by another person is quite like a weight latching onto one's ankle as one tries to navigate a treacherous river. Though he does not forego social connections entirely, Siegr dreads the day when he genuinely cares for another and his skills fail to protect the ones he values the most: truthfully, if that day should come, he just doesn't want to be left behind again.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Dekken Venko-Kasperade

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dekkie, Deks, Little stormy one

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Crystalline blue, dancing with a mysterious flame that always promises some devious scheme, Dekken's eyes are a clear indicator of his usual temperament. They glitter when the thrill of battle or a chance for intimidating someone is near, only clouding over to a depthless grey-ish blue when the moment calls for a sense of solemnity.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Fairly short and dull, Dekken either leaves his hair to become styled by the elements or spikes it for dramatic effect when the mood strikes him. The muted brown color doesn't appeal to him at all, so he is always on the lookout for dyes at the market that will survive through the punishment of countless afternoon suns without being tended to.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Lithe, of a respectable height, and with a gait that welcomes any interested eyes to follow, Dekken's presence comes more from his charisma and confident posture than any particular feature of his physique.
  Just out of sight, even from the low shirts he sometimes wears, Dekken has a tattoo on his lower right ribcage that is flanked on his left side by the words, 'life will be cruel, may your death be gentle'.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dekken has fairly simple taste in clothing (although uniqueness is always favored over something plain), with a strong preference for whatever armor is least likely to impede his movements or get him killed. Otherwise, his most notable accessories are the scabbards of his dual knives, which are well-crafted ivory flutes that actually manage to play a tune reasonably well, considering their impractical secondary purpose. However, they do break regularly, especially while being played: fortunately, his access to the ample resources of the Black Order allows him to use them without concern now, knowing they can be replaced easily enough (for him, anyway).
  He also occasionally sports a mask typical of his homeland, though, he mostly uses it when he wants to make a strong impression or imbue himself with additional confidence. For his gait is never more easy-going than when he wears a skull across his face.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Dekken will challenge anyone to a fight. That's all.
  He doesn't seem to care whether he is winning or losing horribly, he will do it with a smile that only grows more sinister as greater volumes of blood start to appear. He will nonetheless be the first person to clarify that he doesn't have a taste for blood or murder: what he has instead of bloodlust, however, is entirely a mystery.
  
  Still, his penchant for initiating a fight ties into his general approach to other people. They are tools, sources of information that he needs, and rarely more interesting than when they are prepared to offer him those things freely. He is willing to negotiate in almost any way to get the result he is looking for, only drawing the line in places that hardly ever come up.
  
  His habits of exchanging information freely has naturally led to very rare opportunities for vulnerability or intimacy; anything a person might want to know about him would be easy enough to glean with a direct question asking as much. It can be difficult to determine whether that distance is his intention or not, since he doesn't seem to shy away from sincere conversations or physical intimacy.
  
  Further, his stubborn focus on his own goals couldn't be missed by a keen observer, even when his behavior strongly suggests that crediting him with the intellect of a beast would be too generous by far. His impulsive, talkative, and arrogant mannerisms could hardly be mistaken for a clever or defensive façade, but the longer one is around Dekken, the more one might really begin to wish that they could be.
  
  He tends to talk too much or too loudly, and whenever he isn't talking, it's obvious that he's about to do something incredibly annoying or inscrutable.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  In spite of his bardly status, Dekken is unlikely to be willing to sing until after consuming a few drinks: which is unfortunate, since alcohol also leads to him being unpleasantly talkative and flirtatious. He does, however, tend to avoid crossing the threshold into drunkenness, since it makes him significantly more aggressive and he knows it. Either way, he will sincerely regret the aftermath, since he neither enjoys singing nor participating in fights he won't remember.
  
  Dekken finds it amusing to punctuate other people's conversations or actions with jaunty little tunes on his wolf whistle, particularly when a tense exchange is happening. It is also his best (and only) tactic for cheering someone up, as the whistle has a naturally comedic sound since he carved it himself, and he is not especially handy with a whittling knife.
  
  Dekken comfortably considers himself illiterate, despite the fact that his mentor found it greatly important to include higher arts in his education. He learned just enough to satisfy her requirements, then promptly erased it from his memory in favor of extra knife tricks. He now refuses to learn.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Yllvesta,
  I write to you with a desperate hope that the good favor you once held toward me is not totally extinguished after all these years. I further hope that my dire position will soften your heart somewhat, for this letter is not written for myself, but for my son.
  My two daughters have died and I fear each day for the signs of sickness in him or myself.
  
  I can only regretfully admit that it was my pride which stopped me from writing sooner, when the threat of the Black Plague was not yet on my doorstep. I have paid dearly for that mistake.
  And so, I hope you will come with all haste to take my son away from here. I pray daily for his strength and can only hope that, should you find me dead, he will nevertheless still hold the breath needed to accept your care.
  
  I have not told him of our past, but should you choose to respond to my plea, I will leave him under your care to raise as you see fit. I trust your judgement and always have.
  For the love we once shared, I beg you to come and not be dissuaded by the possibility that we will meet again. Dekken holds the last piece of my heart and you are his final hope now.
  Humbly,
  Your Miretta

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Yllvesta found her former love alive, but they did not speak. The years of unasked questions and abandoned dreams filled the street between them as Yllvesta collected Dekken from the house where he had been forced to stay for his own safety. Their eyes met for a moment across time and space as all their unspoken words passed between them, crystalizying the end of their shared tale.
  
  The life Dekken led under Yllvesta's care was difficult at first. She wanted to give him the chance to grow up in his homeland, so she set aside her own path and chose to raise him in one of Sredzym's main cities, where the plague had at least been pushed to the edges of daily life rather than being a constant threat. However, even at the soft age of four, Dekken never smiled or played, and seemed only to exist within a melancholic state in spite of her best efforts to appeal to his once outgoing nature.
  
  Eventually, she made the choice to attempt a return to her old life, in the hopes that they might find somewhere to settle where the boy could experience a normal, joy-filled youth.
  She resumed her work slowly, taking up her well-known title of Raven once again, and accepting occasional requests from beast hunters or town leaders who required the skills of someone who could erase the decimation of beast attacks to give them a chance at rebuilding and properly mourning what they had lost.
  
  It was grim work, hardly fit for a child, but Ylvesta took every effort to protect Dekken from it, teaching him ways to embrace levity wherever he could. To her initial surprise, Dekken blossomed quickly into a spunky youth, loud and chaotic. He quickly became enamored with the various beast hunters they accompanied, handled his duties with quiet poise, and seemed to rebound quickly from the more gruesome aspects of their life.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  His mentor was strict about his schooling and took great care to educate him in a way that would have made his parents proud. He disliked the lessons greatly, and as a teenager, often went for excursions around the towns they stayed in to gather skills from interesting people or teach himself some new trick when no one interesting was to be found. He grew rather arrogant in his own abilities, which Ylvesta recognized long before he challenged a gruff beast hunter to a duel. Unfortunately, the duel was at cards, Dekken won, and his confidence was only strengthened.
  
  Though she did everything she could to temper his grandiosity and reckless nature, she began to fall ill on an assignment when Dekken was seventeen and succumbed to the sickness after a few short weeks. What it was, Dekken has no idea, but he saw the pallor in her face and knew she was dying moments after she herself knew it to be true.
  
  He moved on quickly, too used to a life surrounded by death to consider himself in need of a grieving period. Indeed, he was already concerned with catching up to the troupe they had been accompanying, and traveled with all haste and no thought.
  And so, he came upon it suddenly, the town that had met a horrible demise.
  
  The squad of hunters must have passed over the border into Ituthia in their pursuit of the monster, though it was impossible to tell from the carnage whether they had encountered the beast inside the town or if they were still in pursuit.
  
  Still, fresh from a personal loss, Dekken was sobered by the aftermath of great bloodshed before him and lost all thought of continuing to chase after them and their monstrous prey.
  He moved carefully, deliberately, among the bodies and wrapped them one by one in whatever clean cloth he could find: laid them in wait for a grave to be dug later.
  
  What he saw as his path took him to the other end of the town still resides firmly in his memory: though only in fragmented pieces that save him from the worst of the image whenever he recalls the deadly injuries to their small forms, and the eerie stillness.
  
  Having doubtless heard the town's dying screams, farmers from outlying houses and neighboring villages approached on the third day, overcautious for any remaining threats. They only found graves, wrapped bodies lying beside small tokens, and a masked figure singing quietly while he carved holes in the dirt.
  They could draw no response from him no matter how they approached him, so they left small offerings of food each day while he finished his work.
  As soon as the last wrapped figure had been carefully covered in the ground, Dekken departed that place, leaving them with only a name.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  He made his return to his homeland immediately afterward and holed himself up in a tavern for three weeks without a care for life or death. He soon grew sick of himself and the quiet moments in between drinking and fighting, so he resumed the work his mentor had taught to him.
  And there was plenty of it to be found in the cold, empty peaks of Sredzym.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Dekken is well-equipped with a variety of survival skills, from hunting to basic bandaging knowledge, although his passion lies in combat-related survival. Dual knives are his weapon of choice, which he can wield skillfully in close combat or from a moderate throwing distance.
  
  Dekken has a quick, analytical mind that he relies on to reach his goals, and significantly more often, to get out of the outrageous situations his mind also got him into. It's a double-edged sword, and as far as he is concerned, that just means more cutting power (help).
  
  A gentle, melodic voice that is best suited to sweeter songs, and deft fingers that manage to play the flute and some stringed instruments, Dekken's skill with music is mostly from natural talent, since he lacks any of the real passion necessary to master an instrument.
  It does bother him that some people find his voice so very enchanting, so he typically refuses to perform unless doing so would provide a greater benefit than any of his other abilities can manage to draw out.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  To his sincere shock and discomfort, the name Dekken Kasperade is best known in association with the skull-faced, lullaby-singing grave digger at the aftermath of the massacre in the town on the border of Ituthia. The locals in surrounding areas know the name best, but in a small tavern or on the road, the occasional traveler might mention the name in passing or offer it for consideration in a discussion on the existence of spirits or saints. Though the name is not unanimously regarded in a positive light, it is at least generally respected.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Dekken's actions at the massacred town carved a significant piece out of his soul. Even as he desired to leave the work to someone else, he stayed and sang quiet hymns over the victims as he wrapped and buried them in dignity. Although he moved on physically after the task was finished, the scene he first encountered left a long-lasting impression on him and his personality, even leading to the development of a newfound fear of his.
  
  Dekken would consider his return to Sredzym afterwards to be his greatest sacrifice, since he held no fondness for the country of his birth and tending to those who died to the plague was grueling work.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Children...to his own great disgust with himself, Dekken can hardly bear to listen to the cries or laughter of children without experiencing a horrible physical reaction that often begins with the mild shaking in his hands. He has developed the ability to restrain himself and his panic, so long as the children are out of sight.
  This is one of the rare secrets he tries to keep, though children often cannot be avoided and he can only just manage to conceal his distress in their presence at the best of times.
  
  Far from a significant phobia, Dekken still experiences a degree of fear whenever the beginnings of a sickness arise in himself or others. Fortunately, he was spared from developing the deeper level of paranoia that the inhabitants of his home country tend to have toward potential signs of plague.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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