Unique Character Posting, Strays from the typical Character Sheets.





Being born into the Kingdom of Amalar, Relvira was raised to care for those around them. Living with their family, they learned how to make medicine for wounds and minor illnesses along with how to comfort those around them with song. People would come into their family's home in need of aid and not once has their family rejected the trespassers, nor charged them a golden coin for their service. In Relvira's younger years, they mainly enjoyed themselves to child play with their sister, Gevi. Sometimes Relvira would play a special harp, crafted by their great grandfather, its notes carries off into the distance enchanting all who hear with a smile on their face. With golden waves of sun-kissed hair and an blue ocean shimmering in light for eyes, Relvira was highly popular among the towns people for their feminine beauty. Every townsfolk of Amalar knew what their family did for a living and it was normal, non-magical and a non-profit "doctors". By the time Relvira shifted into their rising cycle of adulthood, they took over their parents positions as doctors accomplishing further deeds as each folk that walked in their home left as healthy as they were before. They even begun aiding in love and personal problems making them an oracle of sorts in the eyes of some. Gevi grew jealous of the attention her sibling received as Gevi could never once get the smallest piece of it.
One evening, the King of Amalar have decided that magic was forbidden in their kingdom as threats from outside of their glass dome of a kingdom closed in. Relvira's parents were taken away by the Guardsmen for execution as curing one's illness quicker than a day was too unnatural. The siblings were left to watch their parents face death by stone, many townfolk were nervous to participate in such act as they were treated by these people at least once in their life times. Eventually the townsfolk were forced to throw each stone until there were no more, and as the sibling's parents died from bleeding, they could say nothing other than "We're Sorry." However, Relvira continued to aid the people of Amalar.
As the sorrow grew within them, they needed to find a way to cope with their problems and thus she begun to sing out loud. Singing each broken note in tears to the folk that entered their home. However, healing never came again from them as the ill got worse and the wounded would bleed out as they carried on their notes. Poor Relvira could not understand why, why they no longer they had the touch of healing love. In distraught, they became ill as their body grew thinner and their voice was silenced. The body became pale and eyes like a cursed ocean. Yet, the harp still was plucked by their fingers and it's tune still sounded as beautiful as it once did but her voice could not be of company.
Gevi grew desperate for the attention, and could not help but to imagine forsaken things she could do to her sibling. A worn piece of paper stabbed to a wall at a pub offered gold for anyone who turned in a witch, or someone of magic. It has clearly been ignored by the drunkards in the pub but Gevi saw an opportunity, an opportunity for fame and gold. So she convinced her sibling to come out of their parents house to enjoy some time together in the square. Hesitant at first, Relvira wore heavy clothes to hide from view as they were afraid they may be accused like their parents were. Things were just casual walks, and upbeat conversations but by the time Gevi and Revira reached to square, Gevi stopped walking. "What's wrong si-" Relvira was confused to why their sister stopped walking, but before they were able to finish their sentence; "Here! A witch! A witch!" Gevi shouted. Relvira's world went dark, their own blood ratted them out as a witch, but they were no witch so the believed. Relvira tried to defend their case but none would listen and shortly the Guards of Amalar were present. Everyone around turned into a daemon's growl in their opinion and they could no longer stand there in pain. The pain caused Relvira to scream like a banshee as the townspeople fell before them, tears of blood dripping down. No, it did not make sense. They were suppose to be a maiden of healing, did they...did they kill them?
Everything froze around them as they begun to run away from everything they once knew. Their run seemed like it was forever before they could stop but Relvira made it to the Gael Forest and none of the Guards of Amalar could be heard. In the midst of the forest was an elder tree that ruled over all, its branches spread out wide as leaves occasionally drifted to the ground. Exhausted, Relvira collapsed near the elder tree later known as Talok. A feeling of relief wrapped them like a warm blanket on a cold, winter night. The feeling caused them to fall into slumber but by the time they woke, night has set and the moonlight shined in their eyes. With the little strength they had at the time, they sat up trying to focus their eyes but panic lingered within them once again. Relvira struggled to see the things around them. Moments passed before they were able to calm themselves down, and when they did a human-like figure appeared before them. "Who...are you?" Relvira said. The figure walked up to them, bending down and placed a hand on their forehead humming a soft tune. "Poisoned, you are. Light is your enemy..." Thus, a bright light blinded Relvira and they collapsed back down to the ground. When they awoke once more, the sun was beginning to rise and the birds chirped nearby. However, their vision was still blurred. Looking around the forest everything seemed fine but there was something bothering them that they could not shake. A crisp leaf fell onto Relvira's hair, reaching out to dispose of it; their skin was white. Through their blurred vision they noticed that their skin was as white as moonlight, and hair silver waves. Like hair that has been wet for hours. Who and what were they? The sun reached high in the sky of blue hues, Relvira vanished from view blinded by light only to return when moonlight shines.
Years passed as Relvira stayed in the woods, the purest white of them all. Kingdom of Amalar no longer lingered in their mind other than a burden to the Forest of Gael. Each and every twilight morning, Relvira would play a harp mysteriously crafted of wood and silver that was found long ago. Since then they never put it down, playing melodies to awake the creatures every morning. Some would gather around them listening to their fingers pluck the seeds of the harp. Relvira's life was in order and despite their curse of poisoned love, they still hummed soft tunes.
It felt okay to be in such a condition. To be away from danger, to not have to worry about trusting those who would stab. None could hurt them, and they could hurt none. Relvira may have been cursed but they believed they were not a witch. All they ever wanted to do was take after their parents and heal the hurt, but those people have betrayed their family which outraged Relvira at times. Though to be able to continue playing their favorite instrument with little creatures who would listen all that mattered. Every night, they could be found roaming the Forest in plain view in their pure form of moonlight silver. Their eyes were the only color left of distinction, the cursed ocean blues that never disappeared. By twilight, Relvira is with Talok the Elder Tree playing their musical release. Then by morning, the disappear from view like a hidden soul.
One day, animals retreated from a disturbance in the distance heading towards the Elder Tree. Relvira was concerned for their creatures of the forest and ventured in sunlight to see what was the tainting disturbance. Hunters from the Kingdom of Amalar were found in search of something. Still invisible due to their curse, Relvira managed to close in on the Hunters to listen to them talk but Relvira was no fighter. Learning there was a price for their head after so many years frightened them, in fright, Relvira attempted to run off but made the mistake of causing noise. The hunters were able to catch a glimpse of an outline, immediately they determined it was Relvira. Only a 'witch' could have such a cloaking skill. In danger, Relvira ran off but was struck in the back of their ankle as blood seeped out. A life and death instinct drove them to push on until they could no more. At a last push of will, a strange ruin towered before them, one that they could of sworn was not there before. Entering it's dusty tomb, Relvira came across a sword made of emerald greens and silvers that carried it's own voice. Hunters caught up behind them and in desperation, Relvira grasped the sword crying out screaming like they once did in the Square. They charged before the Hunters with a mind similar to that of a beast that has been locked in a cage. Their eyes were as bright as the sun, hair that flowed like teal flames and the purity in their skin was now a very tainting black. One of the Hunters fled for their life but another stayed frozen in fear. Lost of a mind, Relvira took the sword and swung it across the Hunter's throat as blood flowed. His neck was that of a crimson scarf.
The sword was dropped by Relvira as tears dripped down their cheeks. Was this who she really was? Kneeling down before the dead hunter, blood marking its territory, the purity in Relvira's tone came back but they could not help but feel they were destroyed for a reason..