Syeena was born of the plane of Alara long after the Conjunction of the Shards. She was one of the many female elves to be trained to become the Anima of Naya. With the shards identities fading away, the Elves remained eager to hold onto their identity and at least keep their home lands free of black and blue mana.

Her training consisted of deep meditation, and not much else. Until she was past forty years of life could she begin her training in calling upon the energies of the land, itself, for self-defense. Then, she would stretch her sphere of awareness further outward until it met the boundaries of their lands. Then she could begin to animate nature. When her awareness reached the boarders of the other shards, she began her training in the neutralization of blue and black mana.

Another 40 years she spend learning to defend against intrusions of the mind and the decay of unnatural death. When she could successfully attain these defenses would she go through the ceremonies to become the new Anima. However, a massive attack was focused upon the lands of Naya from that of the remaining Esper. Their unnatural artifice poisoned the minds of her once-friends as well as the beast so reverently held. She needed to protect her land as the Anima of old would have. She called upon all the mana she could, turning the world around her against her enemies.

Then the remnants of Grixis attacked.

She was in such a state of meditation that her mind fell into a cold white until she could feel nothing. She was told that the transformation into the Anima would something like this, but she had no idea the level of exhilaration and fear she would feel. The cold burnt her skin and covered her eyes with soft furs.

However, she was not told that she would return to a physically conscious form.

She opened her eyes and looked at the world around her. It was no longer Naya. The meditation required to become the Anima, instead, sparked her Planeswalker abilities. She’d heard of the ancient Planeswalker Ajani and knew of their existence. Never could she dream of being one herself.

Now a youthful 92, she believes this land, what they call Viragraf, could help her on her home Plane. It could help her free Naya from the purges of blue and of black.

Being an Elf, her natural affinity leans toward Green. However, her time on Alara and the attempts to conserve Naya, she developed a talent for accessing Red and White mana, as well.

Her strengths lie in the harvesting of large amounts of mana across a large area without need to physically travel it. This mana, when Green, she transforms into defensive forms, usually. She rarely falls into combat, herself. She uses the nature around her to protect herself and those she feels she needs to protect.

She can ground mental intrusions and suppressions (blue) as well as absorption of power and reincarnation (black). However, she can also destroy things, outright, by returning them to their natural form. She can resist Countering effects (can’t be countered, hexproof) and Destroy/Sacrifice effects (indestructible/can’t be sacrificed). This requires much focus, however. If she tries to direct this protection onto others, it’s important that her concentration not break or the effects will fail.

Animating the earth around her is her honed skill, however. She can transform lands into powerful Elemental creatures. But this requires she remain in a meditative state.

A secondary mana to Syeena, Red is utilized for its direct damage (deal X damage to target creature/player) but also to impassion others toward her cause or to simply increase their power (+X/+0, gains trample, gains haste).

A secondary mana to Syeena, White is utilized for its granting of vitality (life gain, lifelink) and focusing of martial talents in others (put tokens on battlefield, gains vigilance, gains first strike).

What Syeena deems as “Naya” mana, it is simply the combination of Green, Red, and White mana. She can unite individuals with nature, itself, to defend against a common enemy. She has honed this since on Omara and has been able to use raw mana from the Plane directly in order to perform spells with a small variety of effects. Regardless, this can turn the tide of a losing battle. She has not been able to perform this without Planeswalking, however. The first time attempting this in her Anima state forced her onto Omara in the first place. She has only studied the mana of Omara and has applied similar effects with it.

She usually holds herself in a regal manner. There is certainly an air of pomposity about her. However, it is understandable. Her upbringing to be the next Anima bred her to hold herself highly. Along with this heightened sense of self-importance comes a heightened sense of responsibility to care for “her” people. She can be quick to anger and just as quick to exact justice (or revenge, however you want to view it).

Syeena goes out of her way to present herself in the most flattering way possible. To be a Godreacher means to present yourself as if you are a god yourself. And she views herself as a kind of ambassador between those bound to a Plane and the Blind Eternities, themselves. Since she does not participate in hand-to-hand combat if she can help it, Syeena doesn’t often wear the most practical clothing during a battle.

Name: Phaerun Markuv
Titles or Aliases: The Faithless, the Wandering Spirit
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Human/Ghost
Color: W/B
Appearance:

As a member of pure Orzhov blood, Phaerun's natural form has some physical deformities. His skin is a dark gray, appearing to be rotting. That's because, well, it is. His face lacks any distinguishing features beyond this under normal circumstances. When he has taken life force to heal himself, he takes on the form of what he would have looked like if it hadn't been for that nasty Orzhov tendency to twist up genetics like a balloon animal in order to achieve longevity. In this form his skin is a dark white Mediterranean, with a short goatee and long hair, black as obsidian. Regardless as to whether or not he is in his healthy form or his true birth form, Phaerun's eyes shimmer golden, and his left ear is pierced with an earring designed to be identical to the Orzhov sigil. When his spirit is separated from his body, it appears to look perfectly identical to how his body currently looks, apart from being translucent with wisps of blue. Phaerun wears protective leather armor everywhere he goes, along with a hooded cloak. The hem is made of white silk, the main body of the cloak is black, and the symbol of Orzhov is worn proudly emblazoned upon the back.

Brief personality: Usually reserved until he has something to say, but when Phaerun does speak, he tends to show off his intelligence and education with adept observations and somewhat long-winded sentences. He very much believes in the "little guy" and does his best to look out for commoners, but more to the point he enjoys rooting out corruption and paying evil unto evil. He's a classic example of how being good does not necessarily mean that you are nice, as his punishments often involve draining the life force from his enemies in order to heal his own body, then subjugating their ghost to his will, or animating their corpse as a thrull. Phaerun often hides his kind and caring nature behind the facade of a self-centered elitist.
Home plane: Ravnica
Equipment: An ornate dagger for protection and ceremonial use, leather armor, cloak with Orzhov symbol.
Abilities: Aside from his magic, Phaerun has the ability to separate his soul from his physical body, which then enters a trance-like state. Phaerun’s ghost retains all of his spellcasting and planeswalking capabilities, but cannot interact with the living or any solid matter.

As a pure blooded Orzhov, Phaerun is a master of magic involving contracts, life force (specifically taking it from others or imparting it to allies), the creation and animation of thrulls, raising the spirits of the dead, and of course the ultimate power in any plane: money.

It should be noted that due to the nature of his soul and his body, Phaerun’s physical form decays faster than your standard pureblood Orzhov, so he needs to steal the life force of other beings regularly to repair his body.

History: Our story begins somewhere quaint, quiet, and completely normal without any expectations of greatness... Is what I would say if I wanted to lie. Phaerun was born the first son of Korva, head of the Markuv family and pure blood members of the Orzhov Syndicate. From an early age the family raised and educated Phaerun on how to be a good Orzhov elitist. How the Obzedat ghost council was the supreme law within the guild, about faith, tradition, and profits. He was taught what to shun, such as the evils of charity, falling into debt, independence. All for one for the faithful of Orzhova.

As he grew, Phaerun focused his studies on the other guilds, as a method of knowing the competition. At least, that's what he told his family and his tutors, and it was true... At least at first. The more he studied the methods of the other guilds, the more he became enamored with them. These were nine other governing bodies of the city-plane, all with radically different methods and ideologies, and yet each one was successful in its own way (except for the Gruul, whom Phaerun still has nothing but disdain for). How could the rule of the Obzedat be so absolute when clearly they had nine equals? Guildpact or not, that did not sit well in the mind of Phaerun. And so he took a turn that he would live to regret...

Upon his 17th birthday Phaerun was given a modest sum of money with which he was to invest however he saw fit. The test was to ensure that he could make back his initial investment within one year. He did exactly that. After all, Phaerun was a born and bred pure blood Orzhov. It's what he did with that profit that became an issue. Phaerun began taking profits off the books and using them to provide for the sick and needy, particularly in the slums of the Undercity. His activities were discovered by guild bookkeepers after a few months and while it was not illegal to use his own money in such a way, it was shall we say, highly discouraged. Phaerun lost favor within his family and the guild, and this act of charity inspired others to teach him another economic lesson: cutthroat competition.

Over the course of the next two years other guild members acted against Phaerun's interests. He put up a good fight, called in numerous favors, expanded his businesses, and showed them all that he was of a fantastic business mind, but their combined efforts bled dry his coffers until he eventually had to rely upon his family's wealth once more. Wealth that he couldn't spend however he saw fit. The guild and their church preached unity among the families, sharing their influence and wealth amongst one another, yet for the small crime of charity they turned on him in an instant, and at the order of the ghost council itself. Phaerun lost faith in the church. Not in what it preached, but what it practiced. This made Phaerun desperate.

No longer caring for the consequences, the Markuv heir began to share with the commoners once again, this time from the coffers of the guild itself. Unfortunately he did not think this plan through very well, and was almost instantly caught red handed. For the crimes of stealing from the Obzedat and treason against the Orzhov Syndicate, Phaerun was sentenced to death and 1000 years of indentured servitude, in that order. The council made the necessary preparations to have Phaerun's soul torn from his body and placed under thrall to carry out his sentence. It was during this painful, excruciating process, that something unbelievable happened.

Phaerun's spark ignited.

Half way through the ritual, the young Orzhov heir's planeswalker spark flared to life, and by reflex he found himself transported to another location, another world entirely. One where foxes spoke, men lived in the clouds, and the very land itself came to life. Ever since his first walk interrupted that dreadful ceremony, Phaerun has possessed the magic to separate his spirit from his body at will, a most fortuitous ability.

He has spent the last three years walking to different planes, studying the various cultures, and doing whatever he can to help out. He doesn't consider himself a usurper, but a liberator. The one thing he cannot stand seeing more than any other is the ruling class lording their wealth and power over the suffering of the common man. Such tyrants often find that their very life force has been stolen away, used to heal the body of the Wandering Spirit, just as their money is used to feed the servants they built such wealth from.

Now Phaerun the Faithless has found himself on the plane of Omara, hopeful that he can make a difference here. He intends to spread the good word of Orzhova, but unlike the guild he has left, he intends to practice what he preaches.

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