NAME: Cauthrien

BORN: 27th, Verimensis, 8:91 Blessed

ORIGIN: West Hill, a Farm near Crestwood, Ferelden

SEXUALITY: Pan

GENDER: Cis-Female.

CLASS: Warrior.

HEIGHT: 6’5

EYE COLOUR: Dark-brown, sometimes Black

HAIR COLOUR: Very dark brown.

HAIR TYPE: Thick with no natural curling.

HAIRSTYLE: Cauthrien’s only requirement for her hair is that is does not get in her face. So she either keeps it long enough for a ponytail to gather it all, or short enough for it to never get in her eyes. She keeps the ponytail in many Verses but a few, such as [Where you go I follow] has her cutting it very short.

OCCUPATION

Commander of Gwaren’s Army

Biography

Ser Cauthrien was born into a family of two elder brothers and in the years that came she gained another six siblings. As a child, she lived through the last eleven years of the Orlesian Occupation. A dirt-poor farmer’s daughter, always hungry and in danger of some Masked Noble deciding that she was worth more as sport than as fun. It was a clawing and desperate existence with little to no moments of joy, a constant fight for survival and one that many of Cauthrien’s siblings lost. Those losses hit the young girl hard, her mind calling her responsible. Her Second Eldest brother died a long and agonising death after Orlesians took off his hand for thievery to save his family and the wound infected. Liliath was hunted down by Orlesian nobles after she strayed into their lands and Cauthrien watched as she was torn apart by Orlesian Dogs, Orlesian accents laughing at the sight. Dava starved to death when Orlesians blockaded their village and Orlesians refused to leave food for them, or perhaps simply forgot. Haverad also wasted away, just a baby at the time.

Cauthrien was a soft and selfless child, but War turned her angry.

She had begun hunting and poaching in the local forests around her home when she was very young and by the time she was eight she was rather impressively skilled. She would often spend days away from home, trapping creatures or bringing down a deer with bow and arrow. She took pleasure and peace in the skills. It made her feel useful and powerful, whilst also pulling her away from her loud homelife. She also found herself getting stronger, bulkier. She now was known amongst the other poachers that frequented the forests. Don’t try to take the little Dragon’s kill.

It was in her ninth year that the young King Maric routed the Orlesian forces and freed Fereldan from their tyranny. With her siblings dead, Cauthrien felt guilt for how relieved and viscerally gleeful she felt at the Orlesian’s defeat. She didn’t truly deserve it, considering how incapable she had been to do anything to help. She had just hated and clawed for breath, until finally it was over. It was almost like she had been born drowning, only to be pulled from the Water at long last. However, even with them gone, Cauthrien’s life did not become significantly easier. Less dangerous perhaps, she felt the freedom she had never known, but the influx of banditry was immense and immediate. Cauthrien found herself fighting off men twice her size on an almost daily basis, but at the very least now she had a chance of winning.

It came to pass that in her fourteenth year, she came upon a man being beset by a large group of bandits. She had always held a sense of self-sacrifice with her throughout her young life and this was no different. She quickly came to the man’s aid, picking off some of the Bandits with her Bow before charging in with a stolen Orlesian sword and hacking until none were left.

To her great surprise, the man she saved turned out to be Loghain Mac'Tir, Hero of the Battle of Riverdane and one of King Maric’s personal friends and advisors. Honestly, Cauthrien was awestruck. The feeling was apparently mutual because Loghain offered her a position in his Military. It didn’t even take thought, Cauthrien wanted to fight, wanted a purpose, needed a reason to continue on after everything she had seen and done. She wanted to feel like she was useful, that she deserved to exist. She could think of no one she would rather pledge her life too. Loghain was a saviour to her. If not for him, the Orlesian Monsters that had dogged her childhood and killed her family would still be abusing and infecting her homeland. She would have died along with them, eventually. Now her life might mean something and if she spent it, it would be for a good cause.

Misc Things
FEATURES There is a blunt and very old scar down one temple, with a few smaller jagged marks across her cheeks. Her skin shows an outdoor lifestyle with cracks and lines around her eyes. List of scars here.

BUILD: Cauthrien is built to last. She is tall and exceedingly muscular with a straight and atheletic build. She has very slight curves and a defined physique with surprisingly little odd proportions to speak of due to the fact that she is ambidextrous and has no dominant side. However she is not ripped and tends towards smoothe, clean lines and form.
POSTURE: Straight and contained. She appears tense most of the time, powerful and prepared. All her movements are solid if somewhat graceful. She looks dependable as a rock, always standing to attention or in a parade rest.
MANNERISMS: Reserved and small movements, her muscles tense minisculy on occasion but in general she remains tall and straight. She tends to flinch or react to any unexpected or loud noise as well as instinctively hovering away from physical contact or just proximity to people she does not know well.
REPRESENTATIVE COLOUR: Silver greens and dark greys. Often seen wearing warm and dark browns like leaf litter or felled wood.
MANNER OF DRESS: She is always wearing some form of armour, be it softer leather or her usual chainmail. She does not usually use full-plate, prefering some manuverability.
MANNER OF SPEECH: Careful and polite when around strangers. She is usually quite reticent, tending to brisker and sharper sentences. Her speech is often clipped or biting when she wants it to be, but she can sound very wholesome and honestly warm.
RELIGION: She has long since decided that she does not need to know.
MYER-BRIGGS TYPE: ISTJ

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral

BASIC INFORMATION
OCCUPATION Inquisition Commander of War
BIRTHDATE 15th, Guardian, 8.77 Blessed
BIRTHPLACE Lakeport bannorn, Ferelden
NATIONALITY Fereldan
RELIGION Andrastian
CLASS Warrior, Ranger
HEIGHT 6'
FACECLAIM Jeremy Irons
GENDER & PRONOUNS male / he.
ORIENTATION Gay

Born the Third son of Bann Rickard Keir, Agravaine was at liberty to witness the ingrained Occupation at the highest level. His family enjoyed the luxury of life after their fealty for their Orlesian King had been secured and on paper he should have lead a blessed childhood. However, as third son, he was taught to be noble. To be a Knight. As he grew, watching the world around him with keen eyes and discerning the lies of his family through cunning, a terrible conclusion came to him.

At the age of fourteen, Agravaine began secretly working with the Rebellion. It was difficult and frightening at times but the simple spy work he completed actually gave vital relief to their forces. Still, he was young and inexperienced and he truly wished to believe his father good. When he was asked if his father meant his offer of alliance, Agravaine said yes. He has carried the weight of Queen Moira's death ever since.

The night he found out, he challenged his elder brother, Garahel, and father, how dare they do such a thing? To hear their weak excuses made him sick to his stomach. Garahel was placating but Rickard was snide, cheapening Agravaine's 'addiction' to honour and pride. Agravaine slew his father and fled his bannorn in the night. He eventually found the rebellion, but before that he spent many months in the wilderness, helping strangers and valuing the peace of being alone with just his horse for company.

He fought well and hard for the Rebellion, pledging his alliegance to king Maric in a hope that it would assuage his debt to him. He rose high under Arl Gallagher Wulff's command, fighting a grueling and endless battle against the Orlesian forces just so that the majority of the Rebellion had space to breathe. He learned a great deal of war and its waging in those years. When news of his brother's death reached him, he found no strength to grieve.

Upon the dawning of the new age he relinquished his title, choosing to let the name of Keir sink into the mud where it belonged. He swore a Knight's oath to Gallagher Wulff and worked dilligently and contentedly for him for many years hence.

He marries a man named Calden Octavian and together they adopt a girl, Macha. Agravaine never believed he would have this kind of homely happiness but to have it is a singular joy. Sadly, it was not to last. Calden had a past and a dangerous one. After an unexplained absence around Macha's twelth winter, he came home to tell his husband that he had to flee to the Ash Warriors after murdering a minor noble family. Agravaine was furious, heartbroken, betrayed and utterly lost. He did his best to keep together and raise his daughter as best he could.

They met again upon the field of Ostagar. Calden, now Sithig, amongst the Ash Warriors ready to fight the Darkspawn. Agravaine tried to avoid him, still angry, but on the battlefield he was cut down and nearly killed before Sithig saved him. He sustained a heavy wound to his leg and was forced to accept Sithig's help in returning to the Western Hills and save their daughter as well as the Arling.

Many were lost but in the end Agravaine, Sithig, their family and their Arl made it to Denerim. Horrified and grieved, they had no mind for the blight and once the new ruler was chosen Agravaine took all his loved ones as far from the fighting as possible. He knew, with the mistreated wound to his leg, he would be no use to anyone.

A Knight that cannot fight is of little use to a Lord and Arl Wulff sent Agravaine to Denerim in the aftermath of the Blight. There he made himself useful with soothing tensions between individual Banns, advising for military actions. Eventually the Monarch realised he could be very useful if his seniority was given authority. He agreed to this and tried to help.

Eventually, whilst endeavouring to bring relief to the people of Kirkwall, he is met by Cassandra Pentaghast and, after a long discussion, he is tentatively inducted into her secret machinations. A man of action and knowing the devastation the Chantry explosion could cause, he agreed to help. Some years later he is amongst those whom survived the massacre of Haven and, during the Chaos, he takes command of the situation. He is eventually named the Inquisition Military Commander.

FAMILY
Father: Bann Rickard Keir (deceased)
Mother: Bann Lysa Keir (deceased)
Eldest Brother: Bann Garahel Keir (deceased)
Second Eldest Brother: Gawaine Keir (deceased)
Younger Sister: Elaine Wulff née Keir (living)
Husband: Calden Octavian (Sithig) (living)
Daughter: Macha Octavian (living)

TAMAR, REAVER OF ANDRASTE
(TW: CANNIBALISM, CULTISM.)
BASIC INFORMATION
OCCUPATION Agent of the Inquisition
BIRTHDATE 8:99 Blessed
BIRTHPLACE Haven, Ferelden
NATIONALITY Chasind, Fereldan
RELIGION Dragon Cult of Andraste
HEIGHT 6'6
FACECLAIM Beskha
GENDER & PRONOUNS Female / She.
ORIENTATION Lesbian
Tamar was born with Dragons. It was considered of great import that a clutch of their Great Dragon hatched at the moment of her birth and so her future was decided. She grew up surrounded by the creatures, playing amongst them, her face clawed by her nest mates and her skin burned. But this was her reality, her normality, through sheer tussling alone she became very strong.

Her father was deeply proud of her, knowing that she would follow in his footsteps one day, training her to wield weapons from a very young age. She first tasted the dragon blood at the age of five. It became a daily ritual, her strength and passion and virility growing exponentially. Whilst many might go mad from such a thing, Tamar was taught strict control of herself and her mind. She eats no meat, confines acts of aggression or bloodlust to the battlefield. She knows how to balance her thirst for death with her need to contain this beast within her.
Her younger brother was gifted in a different way. Whilst Tamar fought with her dragon siblings, Hevan soothed them using the magic in his blood. It was easy to see that he was perfect for the hatchery and he and his sister spent many long nights amongst the clutches, tending to them, cooing over them. They learned to speak with respect to the High Dragon, to earn her trust and accept their existance. How can one not be astonished by the dragon form of the ressurected Andraste herself?
She was so assured in her life and position, until the Warden came. Suddenly her entire family, her village, her friends were lying slaughtered before her. She had walked through the bodies of her hatchmates to find Hevan, gutted whilst trying to defend his charges. She had been ready to throw her life at this intruder, explode her wrathe upon them, but her Father had held her back. Either this will be our moment of glory, he told her, or our doom. Either way, one must survive to continue our ways. If the risen Andraste was killed here, someone had to live whom knew of her.
And so, with reluctance, Tamar fled into the Frostbacks. She wandered the mountains surrounding what was once her home, until the hateful chantry began crawling all over it. Like a beast in the night, she attacked these usurpers, false prophets and liars the lot of them. She knew she had to be careful, and she was, until she wasn't.
The Chantry must have realised the danger Tamar posed, sending countless Soldiers into the Mountains to find her. They overwhelmed her and dragged her back to Haven's chantry, locking her deep in their cells, interrorgating her and leaving her to rot.
It wasn't until the Inquisition took Haven that Tamar saw daylight. Initially they had no idea what to do with her, but once Corypheus attacked and she was released in a desperate attempt to let her help, all saw her use. Rage and thirst bottled up for so long was loosed forth, she butchered the invaders like an animal turned feral. Once they were done, once she saw the horror of the tainted dragon overhead, she helped people to flee.
Help the Inquisition and we will spare your life, they had said. A fair trade. She could respect those whom knew an opportunity when they saw it, even if most were chantry dogs. But... coexisting amongst those of the outside world... she is beginning to realise the fervour she once held for the Risen Andraste had begun to fade, no less passionate but with greater introspection. She has settled somewhat well into the Inquisition and even made friends. Who would have thought?

FAMILY
Father: Kolgrim (deceased)
Mother: Jana (deceased)
Younger Brother: Hevan (deceased)

"I was never young. I had no mother to teach me of fear and grief." She spoke, the drums of doom on her tongue. "We of the First learned those things from the darkness, we gave them names. We knew loss where none had ever been lost before. We felt the FIRST FURY. Do not speak to me as though you know something of hate, for I am it's MAKER."


INDEX
NAME: Tatië Uialien
PERSONALITY: ISTP
ALIAS: Morwë, Rauca, Daeris, Mormiresûl, Dardarian

TITLES:
Queen of the Avari (avarintari)
Commander of the Cuind (morniëcano)
Thorn of the East (rómenwa nassë)
Thwarter of the Dark(durwa hrangissë)

RACE: Elf of the Firsts
DATE OF BIRTH: Y.T 1050
PLACE OF BIRTH: Shores of Cuivienen
HEIGHT: 6’3”
ORIENTATION: Pansexual, Panromantic
FAMILY:
Father: Non-existant
Mother: Non-existant
Husband: Tata (lost to darkness)
Eldest Son: Finwë (deceased)
Other Children: Numerous (unknown)
Loyal Friend: Nurwë (alive to the east)
Companions: Úruvo(stallion), Cánwë (hound)

DETAILS

POSTURE: Straight and contained. She appears tense most of the time, powerful and prepared. Her movements are graceful, cat-like, predatory and in control. She feels ready for a fight at all times, always prepared and always alert..
REPRESENTATIVE COLOUR: Blacks and Browns and dull dark greens, she always is seen in more practical and graceless attire than her brethren.

MANNER OF DRESS: Simplistic and easy to move in. She has plate armour for war but she favours leather and chainmail on occasion. Much of her clothing appears similar to the attire of the people of Harad and those men further South. Late into the Second Age she is usually seen in a very light-seeming scale mail made of a material of unknown origin that some may know to be Dragon Scale. The gold natural colour has darkened to a more bronze hue and though it is light, it is almost impenetrable.

MANNER OF SPEECH: Calm, alert, short-spoken but thorough and bright. When she speaks of her passions it is clear she does not suffer from the same weariness of the world as the rest of her Kin. She is still happy and enthused and loyal to her home.

RELIGION: The Valar are fools to her. She has felt many things over the years for her Gods, but by now it is apathy. She does not have the time to worry about their plans and purposes. Oromë remains the exception to this, having fought against the evil tides alongside him in the early dark of the world.

APPENDICES - FIRST AGE

Tatië awoke to stars. Her body was new yet full grown, her hair loose but already long and her mind bright but with the patience of one far older than she. The bright starlight of her first brief moments on middle eath were forever burned into her memory after that moment and she could never wish for more. Tata's touch beside her was the second memory that would never dim. He was a stranger, but she knew him, both their thoughts and emotions were so open and trusting towards each other from the first moment and on. It was incredibly easy to love him.
She had been passionate from the first, inquisitive and daring, running with wolves and exploring the forests and diving into Cuivienen's waters when she could. With the kin they met, she was calm, gentle, reassuring in her confidence. However she was not afraid to dislike, she and Imil never were friends and she did not balk from speaking her mind on him and to him. But in general she was well liked and trusted amongst the Elves of her Tribe and their people relied on her as much as her Partner.

And so they lived in peace for some years, hunting the forests and wandering the grasslands all under the cover of bright starlight. Tatie bore Tata a son, Finwe, a strong boy who grew into his powerful mind quickly. The three tribes of the Elves were all blessed with births and they delighted in the beauty around them and the simplicity of life. However this innocence was not to last. Morgoth found them first. Darkness began closing in on them, they were forced to flee in time, Tatie gathering her clan quickly and as weeks went by they were slowly pushed back to Cuivienen's shores. Before they were about to take to the Water, suddenly the blowing of clear horn sounded and hooves with the thunder of wardrums approached and a magnificent man on a pure white horse rode in to force the shadow back.

Orome was glorious. There was no doubt of his god-hood. He came with words of wisdom and offers of aid against their new foe. He taught them to make bows and spears and spoke with Tatie on the ways of the land so that she might hide their brethren better. But he had to leave eventually to inform his own kin of the Elves plight and once again, Tatie and their Kin were left alone.

Orome was too late in returning to save Tata. In the days they endured alongside the darkness, fear turned to desperation and the Elves were taught terror and anguish as their loved ones were taken from them. Tata was amongst those lost, after he lead a small group to fend off their foe whilst Tatie fled with her kindred. When he did not come back, she sensed some great evil had befallen him and grew dark and harsh with heartache. However, she pushed aside her pain, dedicating herself to leading their people to safety when all others had lost heart. Nurwë was one who supported her at that time, an Elf of the Nelyar, following his Lord but claiming friendship with Tatië.

When Orome finally returned, she was gladdened, perhaps now they might have the strength to oppose their enemy and win back their home. But again, Tatie was dissappointed. Orome came not to fight, but to flee, meaning to evacuate the Elves across the sea and to settle them in some other land far away. Tatie was vocal against this plan, begging Orome to instead stay and help them succeed on their own. At first her people were in agreement with her, heeding her words and fearing the long journey over land and sea. However, at Orome's askance, some of the Lords from the other tribes agreed to go as Emissaries to see this foreign land. Tatie was invited, but she flatly declined and it was thought that no one from the Tatyar clan would make the trip. But Tatie was sorrowed to find her Son had gone in secret.
The Emissaries returned quickly and spoke as though enraptured of what they had seen. The change in her son concerned Tatië and she urged against his council, but she could only persuade a few. Eventually the Elves were sundered, Tatie watching Finwe lead many of their Clan West with Orome, while she stayed to defend her homeland. Orome was sympathetic to her plight, promising to return and hunt with her and gifting her a Horse and Hound from his own incredible breeds. He also gave her his friendship and respect. Nurwë was also one who agreed and repeated her Council, becoming the Leader of the remnants of his tribe as the rest travelled Westward.
In the years that followed, Tatie lead her people with a grim determination, becoming known as 'Avarintari' and strengthening them against their foe. They learned the terrible fate that had befallen their lost kindred as well. Twisted creatures resembling their loved ones came to pillage and murder, a gruesome image of her own Husband leading them. Tatie was forced to slay him herself, thereafter forsaking her given name and going by 'Morwë', feeling the gentle woman in her die away.

She did well. The Avarin were nomadic and they roamed far, crossing deserts and jungles to the far east and discovering seas and mountain ranges that have fallen into Legend.They learned the subtle crafts of creeping past the evil hordes and remaining undetected, evading Morgoth's corruption for the most part. They also learned War. Orome endeavoured to teach them how to make weapons when he could. In her time she faced Trolls and Orcs and Balrogs and all number of horrors and survived them all. Her instincts for battle became keen and her mind became ruthless and suspicious. So when the Dark Forces pulled back West, whilst others called it a blessing, she called it concerning.
She eventually left her young Captain, Nurwe, in charge of their people and took some loyalists of her tribe on a great Journey across Middle earth, hunting and tracking their enemy. When they finally came past Ossiriand and entered Beleriand, they rose to the glaring sight of sunlight.
Morwë came upon Feanor's host, not feeling the same gladness to see them as her companions. She quickly gathered that, not only were these Elves from across the sea arrogant, they also had no knowledge of what dark foe they had angered. This was why Morgoth had drawn back his forces, he wished War upon these fools whom had crossed the Seas for glory and honour in battle. They wished to be Lords of a Land they had abandoned long centuries ago and believed themselves greater than their sundered kindred. Morwë was furious with cold anger. She became a dark force in the battles to come, a staunch ally to some or a terrible enemy to those who claimed superiority and dominion over her Homeland.
SECOND AGE
Just before the War of Wrath and the coming of the Second Age, Morwe turned back from the battles in the West and Journeyed home to the Farthest East. Her arrival was not the glad return she had imagined. A Dark Elven sorcerer had come from Utumno's halls and used twisted magicks to rise as King of the Avari, ruling over them for many Hundreds of Years. Not only that but Morwe found a dark and twisted Maia of Morgoth manipulating the Hildor of the Region and gathering them for his Master's evil service. Morwe was furious with righteous rage. Still, at least some of her People had remained Loyal to her and had allied with a few of the faithful Hildor and Dwarves of those Lands against the schemeing forces in their lands, but the rebellion was small and all had seemed hopeless until their Queen's return.
Morwe rallied her loyalists as well as drawing many of her betrayers to repent, gathering a force of all manner of Races to Marshall as an Army against the corruption that had seeped into her Kin. The resulting Battle of Palisor against the Maia, Fankil's, armies was gruelling and bloody and whilst the Evil ones were pushed into retreat, neither side could claim proper Victory. Tu, the Sorcerer King, fled into the Orocarni Mountains and Morwe pursued him deep into the caverns below Cuivienen's waters, slaying him in the dark and leaving him to rot there. Her fury was great, coupled with her guilt for remaining absent so long and as the Age turned and the shockwaves were felt from Beleriand's obliteration, Morwe swore to never so abandon her people again.
Nevertheless, all were grateful for her return and she quickly gathered whom she could, leading them dutifully as they rebuilt their homes and erected tall cities. With a heavy heart, she worked to distance her kin from the Hildor of the region, knowing them to have ill influences no matter how honourable some may be. Their weak hearts were a danger and she had to think of her own. They built a magnificent walled city on the edge of Cuivienen, later known as Helcarth, and farmed lush pastures around its shores with rivers and waterfalls riddling the lands.
Morwe's most loyal, the Cuind whom had followed her West, descended deep into the Orocarni Mountains and befriended the Dwarves there. They lived alongside them and cultivated great friendship with that people and became unusually learned in smithing and mining, a relationship Morwe encouraged. Others of the Avari went South, some making homes in the deep Jungles of the Cloud Forests, some choosing to settle in the Deserts of Harad and Khand and some scattering even further West to the Sea of Rhun. Morwe tended to all her people, traversing the lands and never remaining long in place.
Soon after Beleriand was destroyed the lands to the East again felt the power of Morgoth when one of his Dragons came to settle in the Orocarni mountains high above. She made herself quickly at home and Morwe was grimly ready to gather her people and attempt to kill the creature, knowing her casualties would be severe. However, she held off for a time and was surprised by how calm and content the creature seemed. She met with the Men of the Region, even seemed to like them! And she made no attempt to pillage or destroy any of Morwe's brethren. So she just left her be! There was no need to sacrifice lives just yet if the Dragon would do no harm. The Hildor named her Utumkôdur, Golden Sky Goddess, for she was indeed Golden and very glorious.
It came to pass that eventually, late into the Second Age, Morwe was forced to kill her, when her empire of men whom worshipped her started attacking Avarin colonies. It was a gruelling battle, but Morwe slew the creature with an Arrow to its eye and she had a suit of light Armour made from her scales crafted for herself.

HRÁVANIS-CÁNO, (RHONES)
(TW: TRIGGER WARNINGS IF APPLICABLE.)
BASIC INFORMATION
OCCUPATION Honour-Guard of the High King, Commander
BIRTHDATE Year 1070 of the Trees
BIRTHPLACE Cuiviénen
NATIONALITY Noldorin (tatyarin/Minyarin)
RELIGION None
HEIGHT 7'
FACECLAIM Robin Wright
GENDER & PRONOUNS female / she.
ORIENTATION Lesbian
She was born Hráva. Long before Quenya held enough refinement for gendered terms. As one of the first children to ever be born of mother in Middle Earth, Hráva recieved the first love of a mother and father, the first growth from a child to a woman. The tribes of the Tatyarin, Minyarin and Nelyarin were ever delighting together in the beauty and joy that came with the discovery of children. But from the very moment of birth, Hráva was not to be contained. She ran wild, climbing and discovering and swimming Cuivinien's depths. She was wild, hence her name.

But she was not young nor innocent long. Hráva was of the first elves to know fear, and anger. She took up such rudimentary weapons as they could and was one of the first to fight against the darkness, lead by her Chieftain. She saw the Lord Orome arrive, was fearful of him until he returned to battle alongside them. She saw the ambassadors to Valinor leave and return, drawing them away west with their tales of peace and prosperity. Finwe was glorious, Hráva believed in him. And so she pledged to him her protection, and all Kings of their people from then on.

But the peace of Valinor did not sit well with her, the chokehold of the Valar's influence so tight she felt it might choke her. Why was her love so much lesser, so unnatural? What about her did they so wish to change? Even whilst the days of Valinor were peaceable, she felt the itch of anger in her heart and felt keenly the fury of Feanor. In rage, she fought her way out of Valinor, incensed into harsh action at the kinslaying and sailing with her High King across the sea, to Middle Earth.

BASKH AP VISI
BASIC INFORMATION
OCCUPATION Captain of Gondor
BIRTHDATE T.A. 2929
BIRTHPLACE Kes Ebb, Far-Harad
NATIONALITY Apysaic/Black Numenorean
RELIGION Tûlimi (god of death, Mandos)
HEIGHT 6'9
FACECLAIM Ann Wolfe
GENDER & PRONOUNS female / she.
ORIENTATION Lesbian
Baskh was born to a tribe of the Far-Harad. Though, indeed, that was not what she and her people called the land of their birth. She grew up amongst hunters and warriors, a small but strong clan that held the knowledge of glass-making as well as explosive power. They had become strong in order to guard their secrets. But even the strongest warriors cannot withstand Sauron's focus and so it was, Baskh lost nearly her whole family in one night. Just a girl of fifteen, she could do nothing, and instead went with her aunt to the City of the Black Serpent.

From prisoner to warrior, it did not take long for tall and muscular Baskh to rise in the ranks. For the Dark Power always needed new soldiers for his wars, no matter from where they came. But in the heart of Baskh, she was churning her rage, quiet and cold and determined. She meant no words of pledge or loyalty to their overlord. Instead, she held to the promises she made as a child, held in her grandmother's strong arms. She would protect her family, or find revenge for them.

It came to pass that Baskh became a part of the Black Serpant's Visi, his dedicated Guard, elite soldiers of the Army. This was not, surprisingly, a choice made in anger. For, whilst the Black Serpant was under Sauron's thumb, he ruled his lands justly and was known as an honourable man. She felt pride in her position, she wished him safe... Until he began losing himself to dark magic. It was a desperate thing, to watch him fall into shadow, tainted so completely by the darkness now spread.

For the first and last time, Baskh broke a vow. In a duel catalysed from an argument, Baskh wounded the Black Serpant badly, enough to allow her to flee. She came North, knowing that her name would mean death from any tribe she encountered. She did not love the Northmen, too aloof, thinking themselves so above with their gleaming plate and swords. But she knew them honourable too. Allowing herself to be captured, she claimed information and a wish to join their ranks. Upon a long interrorgation from the Thorongil himself, he accepted her heartfelt words of fealty and recommended to Ecthelion that he do as well. After many years of service, she rises slowly and contentedly through the ranks of Gondor.

FAMILY
Father: Basem ap Teth(deceased)
Mother: Hethka (deceased)
Mother Aunt: Uthya ap Evuj (living)
Mother Uncle: Basey ap Nes (deceased)
Father Uncle: Besif es Teth (deceased)
Elder Sister: Tethe ap Nes (deceased)

S T A T I S T I C S
Full Name: Meetra Prea Surik

Nickname: Eta, Pree, Meet

Alias: Prea Saal

Fandom: Star Wars

Age:

5 - Upon induction into the Jedi Order
12 - Upon becoming a Padawan
20 - Upon becoming a Jedi
30 - Upon becoming a Jedi Knight
39 - Upon leaving for the Mandalorian Wars
41 - By the Battle at Malachor V
49 - Upon the destruction of the Peragus Station
50 - Upon the death of Darth Traya
51 - Died defending Revan in battle
Date of Birth: 4001 BBY

Ethnicity: Human, (Chinese)

Citizenship: Dantooine

Orientation: Bisexual, Aromantic

Class: Jedi Guardian

Strengths:

Combat - Melee Weapons and Hand-to-hand
Persuade - Force and Charisma
Repair - Droids and Spacecraft
Demolitions - She has far too many bombs
Piloting - Star Ships and Fighters
Awareness - Of Danger and Beings
Weaknesses:

Combat - Blasters and Tech
Force Powers - Premonitions and Meditation
Security - Computers and Doors
Treat Injury - Anything past triage
Occupation:

Jedi (exiled)
General of War (quit)
Family Members:

Father - Loren Surik (deceased)
Mother - Ricca Surik (deceased)
Younger Sister - Dillan Surik (living on Dantooine)

A P P E A R E N C E
Faceclaim: Ming Na-Wen

Weight: 110lbs

Height: 5'4

Eye Color: Brown

Build: Slim but compact with a slightly boyish frame, if nothing else. She has powerful hips and a lightly muscular physique belying the decades of training behind her.

Scar(s): One blaster scar over her left breast, the burn creeping over her shoulder.

Distinguishing Feature(s): A tall, muscular neck. An Elegance in her step. A cold and piercing gaze that she carries with her at all times. Faint lines of age around her brow.

Dominant Hand: Right, originally. But she trained with both.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
T R A I T S
Positive: Inspiring - Stalwart - Intuitive - Loyal - Wise - Commanding

Negative: Bitter - Melancholic - Cold - Martyr - Fatalist - Sarcastic

I N D I C A T O R S
Alignment: Chaotic Good/Lawful Neutral

MBTI: ISTJ - A

Introverted: 64%,
Sensing: 76%,
Thinking: 64%,
Judging: 67%,
Assertive: 88%.
Temperament: phlegmatic/Melancholic

Label: The General

She has brought truth and you condemn it. The arrogance! You will not harm her, you will not harm her ever again. Do you wish to feel the teachings born of the Mandalorian Wars, of all wars, of all tragedies that scream across the galaxy? Let me show you, you, who have forever seen the galaxy through the Force. See it through the eyes of the Exile!
- Darth Traya, of The Exile

Meetra Surik was initially found and separated from her parents by the Jedi Order. Like many pre-Jedi younglings of her day, Surik started her training as a Padawan at the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine. She was taken as an informal Padawan by the Jedi Knight Kavar, but his training was cut short once he left to fight the Mandalorians in the early skirmishes. After that, she trained under many Masters, including Vima Sunrider, daughter of the famed Nomi Sunrider. Master Sunrider would often caution the young Surik to be mindful of her powers, especially her aptitude for severing one's connection to the Force. She saw both a great power and a great danger in the girl, noting how easily she made connections with others through the force.

When the Mandalorian Neo Crusaders launched an invasion of the Galactic Republic, Meetra found overwhelming compassion for the lives lost in the Outer Rim. She saw the Jedi Council's commands as apathetic and stagnant, lacking the understanding and sensation of so many in pain. She soon joined the ongoing battle, and became part of the Jedi Knight Revan's faction of Jedi after being personally recruited by Malak himself. Grimly, but with a determination born of desperation and Duty, she went to war, leaving a prospective Padawan, Mical, without a Master.

Surik served as Revan's most trusted general, during the Mandalorian Wars. She would prove her skills in battle and her knowledge of warfare in many of the war's bloodiest battles and campaigns, including the second battle of Onderon's jungle moon Dxun. It was grueling and hardening and Meetra struggled to contain and control her powers as she found herself connecting to all of her Soldiers through the Force, feeling each and every death in the initial waves. It was a constant battle of her own and one in which she never truly gained victory, in contrast with the War itself. This fact would eventually lead to her FALL, but would also save her, for a time.

Overseeing the final battle at the Sith planet Malachor V, Meetra gave the order to activate the Mass Shadow Generator when it was clear that the bulk of the Republic's forces, led by Revan, would not arrive in time to engage the Mandalorian armada. She watched silently from the bridge of her command ship as the generator crushed both the Republic and Mandalorian forces caught in its destructive wake. The ensuing death and destruction, particularly that of the comrades she had led and befriended and chained to during the war caused such a substantial wound in the Force that the shock would have killed Surik had she not severed her own connection. Thereafter she was deafened to the Force's call; incapable of sensing it through the interference caused by the Force echoes of the suffering that she had inflicted and been forced to witness. It was as though she had ripped out her very beating heart, exumed her soul and left herself a husk. And yet, she was the only Jedi under Revan able to turn away from the dark side after Malachor V, she was also the only Jedi to willingly return to the Jedi Temple on the Galactic Capital Coruscant and face trial for her actions.

Despite an impassioned plea, the Jedi High Council decreed that because she had followed Revan to war, she was to be cast out of the Jedi Order. E X I L E D. In defiance, and anger, when they asked for the surrender of her lightsaber, she stabbed it into the center stone. Even after all that had happened, all the agony they had caused with their reckless inaction, they would not listen. Meetra was done with the Jedi Order, utterly disillusioned and betrayed by their teachings and ways. Even Atris, once a Woman Meetra had respected above all and felt so deeply connected with, seemed now to wish her punished. Surik left, fleeing alone to the outer reaches of the Galaxy, taking great pains to avoid connection with any other living being. The wounds were still too great and caused too much pain to aggravate, even with the Force so utterly gone from her. She lived as a Ghost, flitting from one place to the next, until the Replublic tracked her down and asked that she return with diplomatic status for some unknown mission. Without knowing quite why, Meetra agreed and boarded their ship bound for Telos.

Carmen's Theme

youtube.com/watch?v=-6D12QttFXk Tobacco Factory - Carlos Saura
//You better leave Carmen alone
Better not get in Carmen's way
Carmen has a knife
for anyone who gives her trouble//
youtube.com/watch?v=fzZLIjyNdk4 Habanera - Carlos Saura
//Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware!//

youtube.com/watch?v=2G-hkNe7ZEk Flamenco - Directed by Carlos Saura
Danced and Sung for her pleasure
And admiration

youtube.com/watch?v=yGD46iyokgY Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore
//The danger is I'm dangerous
And I might just tear you apart
I'm gonna get you
I wanna taste the way that you bleed
You're my kill of the night//


Lady Carmen Martirio

741 Years Old
Royal Vampire
Born in Autumn of the Year 1064

Turned in the Winter of the Year 1100


Seven and Twenty Souls to her Name

First Soul Contracted from His Eminence Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn, Sultan of Egypt for aiding him in ridding his homeland of Richard the Lionheart, Soul Memories Retained.

Second Soul won in battle from a Seraphim Angel fighting for the Templars. Soul Memories retained.

Third, fourth and fifth Soul given freely by Lord Meneshe as his dying wish, Soul Memories retained.

Sixth

Seventh

Eighth

Ninth

Tenth

Eleventh

Twelfth

Thirteenth

Fourteenth

Fifteenth

Sixteenth

Seventeenth

Eighteenth

Nineteenth

Twentieth

Twenty-first

Twenty-fourth

Twenty-fifth

Twenty-Sixth

Twenty-Seventh
Contract-less at the Given Time


Succubus
Carmen has always been a woman of grace, seduction and flirtation. She has always used her body and her diplomatic personality to overcome many obstacles and whether she has done it willingly or no it has always been a part of her life. Therefore upon becoming one of the Elite Vampires, Carmen has gained a certain enhanced latent ability to seduce and persuade. It is unlike to the normal Vampiric miasma that tricks the mind and takes unwitting individuals into a Vampire's thrall. Carmen just simply makes everyone around her fall in love with her, hopelessly infatuate them with her and through this she gains energy and power. Whether it be dancing with someone, kissing someone, making love or simply making conversation, the love of others for her enhances her own strengths and powers. This power also gives her insights into others, sensing their emotions and perceiving their state of mind at that time.


Sire
Meneshe Avraham, 1078 year old Vampire Elite, Refused a seat upon the Royal Council



Personality
Gentle//Considerate//Compassionate

Strong//Merciless//Ruthless

Passionate//Artistic//Teasing

Confident//Tactical//Commanding

Controlled//Calm//Elegant



History
Carmen lived as a dancer and a Courtesan of the City Valencia, dancing in the day and then entertaining gentlemen who came to her quarters at night. She practiced an ancient form of flamenco dancing in Valencia and rose quite high in fame for her dancing. She even danced for El Cid, the legendary Military Commander and lord of Valencia until he died in 1099. For a while after she danced in the failing city, sad for the loss of its beauty.

She attracted the attention of a very old wandering Vampire named Meneshe who had come from jeruselum after the first Crusaders landed. Many Vampires fled from jeruselum at that time since holy men are trained in the identification and destruction of vampires. He was very tired and downhearted, a vampire old beyond reconning and just as wise. He saw Carmen's youthful beauty closeted in the dark and crumbling Velencia and he was saddened to see it. He offered her two choices. Either he could smuggle her away from the city and find her a husband of noble birth and character so that she might live in luxury the rest of her life, or he could change her and she might follow him to venice and dance and be beautiful freely and for forever.

She was conflicted for some time but eventually the thought of being bound to a man for the rest of her life seemed a thankless existence and she chose to follow him. Their relationship grew and Meneshe took on a paternal love of Carmen, protecting and nurturing her in vampire society while Carmen was as dedicated and loving a daughter as any.

They traveled away from Valencia before the city was taken and journeyed to Venice where there was a florishing vampire society of Nobles and royalty. Carmen's dancing was much loved among the Vampire courts and she rose in esteem not only for her maturity and cunning but also for the calm way she handled feeding. While they remained there Carmen noticed Meneshe being bagered to accept a position in Royalty but he maintained a refusal which Carmen was greatful for. Royals were never at liberty and Carmen enjoyed journeying with Meneshe.

In the year 1110 news was heard of the Crusader's attack upon Beirut and even though he did not wish for responsibility, Meneshe decided to return to Jeruselum and try to aid the muslim rebellion against the Crusaders. Carmen insisted upon joining him and a large number of other Vampires agreed to come but it took some time to organise and only in the year 1125 did they set out. They arrived and began the fight against the English but a new and dangerous enemy awaited them for the crusaders contracted angels to their soldiers. These soldiers were called Templars and although they had no significant destructive power they did not die and did not feel pain because of the protection of their angels.

A while after Meneshe and Carmen joined the fight Carmen became contracted to a fearless and passionate Arab Prince named Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn who charged her to aid him until Richard the Lionheart was driven from Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn's homeland. Carmen respected and trusted Salah from the first and through their long relationship she came to love him though this was a great pain for her whom had to take his soul.

The three, Meneshe, Carmen and Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn, spent long years trying to repel the Crusaders and Templars and Carmen's prowess in battle rose to great heights. However in the year 1180 Meneshe was killed while battling against a large number of Templar knights although the battle overall was won. Carmen lost heart for the fight after that but could not cease since her contract bound her to continue.

The angel Marcus, whom had been the death of Meneshe, had taken his soul and became a Seraphim. He came to Carmen and begged her forgiveness for he was repulsed at having caused a living thing such anguish. She did not forgive at first but the Seraphim would not leave and Carmen found herself warming to his company. Not being one to dwell on the past at that time, she forgave Marcus and they became good friends. With his help Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn's wish was fullfilled and he became sultan of Egypt until Richard the Lionheart left Jeruselum.

Carmen chose to keep Ṣalāḥ ad-Dīn's memories once she became a Whole Vampire and, with Marcus, began a journey to England to observe the monsters whom had caused so much bloodshed. She stopped off in Venice for a time and was comforted by the Nobles there whom had known Meneshe. While there she gained another contract which turned out to be a very simple task and another. Very soon she was known for her ability and she was sought out by Humans for help with their various problems.

She managed to escape from Venice when she had gained another seven souls but again got sidetracked by wanting to visit her homeland of Spain. She arrived there by 1470 and stayed there, learning the new Flamenco dance and entertaining herself with simple pleasures that she had forgotten. Marcus left for England in the middle of this and Carmen promised to follow, which she did, eventually. During her time in Spain she gained 23 souls, putting her way over the requirements for a place in the Royal Covern and when she once again set off for England it was 1587 making her 510 years old.

She came to England, was reunited with Marcus and was asked to accept a seat in the Royal Covern which, after some deliberation, she did. Since then she has been devoting her strength and abundant time to managing her Covern in the English countryside near the Lake district.



Strengths and Weaknesses: (Your practical and skillful strengths or weaknesses, please include both strengths and weaknesses)

Relationships

Meneshe Avarham (deceased)

Marcus Sharpe (AWOL)

Gabriel Sharpe

Sophia Brandon

Other: (Anything else you feel you should tell us about your character)

Appearance: (If you feel the banner isnt enough, give us some other pictures or a description down here)

Character Theme

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-jVU14zwHw You Can't Take Me, I'm Free
//Why did it all go wrong?
I wanna know what's going on
And what's this holding me?
I'm not where I'm supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
I gotta fight with all my might
I'm getting out, so check it out
you're in my way
Yeah, you better watch out//

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGD46iyokgY Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore
//The danger is I'm dangerous
And I might just tear you apart
I'm gonna get you
I wanna taste the way that you bleed
You're my kill of the night//


Name - Ruin Grey

Age - 76

Race - Half Dragon, Human

Allegiance - Technically Erthantis

Class - Warrior

Profession - Scouting Ranger, Hunter



Appearance

Ruin's whole build is lean and wirey, short by most standards. Her skin is covered in tiny bronze scales that shimmer a blood red in light and can cast quite a dazzling display. Her horns are small along with her fangs but they both make her appearance suitably alien and frightening to look upon for most men. Her wings are thin with a parchment-like texture and the bones are brittle and light. Her tail is thin but very long and prehensile with a powerful grip. Her spine has small spikes running from the base of her neck to the small of her back. Her feet are raised somewhat like a dog's but larger, wider and with more strength behind them. Her eyes are an odd shimmering grey colour mostly, but they actually change depending upon the weather and her temperment.



Personality

Legendary Temper// Bloodthirsty//Violent
Ruin likes to fight, she likes to hurt people and she really isnt ashamed of it. Its not really sadism, she just enjoys violence as a way to let off steam and let a person know what she thinks of them. Her fighting is dirty and brutal, she bites and claws and tears and she does it without much concern for her own safety. Its a terrifying sight really, when your blood is dripping down her mouth and her eyes are swirling red in eagerness to hurt you and bring you down like some prey animal, most run.

Unpredictable//Distrusting//Antisocial
When you first meet Ruin, she wont like you, thats just the way of things. You will be an existence she mildly tolerates and nothing more. She likes drinking but only with friends and she does laugh but very few people alive would probably know that. Ruin assumes you are going to betray her and if you eventually persuade her you arent out to get her then, well, you're in! If Ruin ever feels she can trust a person then thats that, but she just doesnt trust people. She wont show much of what she's thinking, its not like she will piss off everyone she meets as soon as she meets them, but any kind or good or nice word she gives you will be a flat lie or a test or a way for her to by time.

Hard//Tough//Stalwart
Ruin doesnt do backing down or giving up. She deals with the problem at hand and while she may grumble and mutter about the situation she'll do it while taking out the problem with a heavy kick to its face or one precise dagger throw to its nether regions. She'll endure anything you can think of and more. Beat her, shoot her, throw her off a cliff, but you'll never break her. She probably holds the record for longest resistance against torture without dying or giving up and she plans to beat it if she's ever stupid enough to get captured a second time.

Loyal//Determined//Trustworthy
If Ruin gives you her trust and friendship then you can expect her to deliver. The problem is knowing when she has because its often hard to tell with her. She might be patting your back and suggesting names for your children one minute, then throwing into a dungeon and collecting your ransom fee the next. The best way to know she's got your back is if you have hers. Still, even like this, it doesnt mean she'll treat you tenderly or gently. Say someone had you at knife point and was screaming something about slicing your throat if she doesnt put her weapons down. She'd most likely stab you herself somewhere mildly non-lethal, use the surprise factor to savage your captor and then slap on some healing poultice and drag you back to base. To be honest it takes alot to be Ruin's friend, but at least you know you wont die.

Harsh//Unyielding//Heartless
Ruin doesnt care about your children, your wife, your husband, your parents. Arcturia has no qualms with harming innocent people if there is no way around it. This doesnt mean she wont try and find another way, she isnt cruel or excessively callous and its in her best interests to leave a place with more friends and allies than when she came. But if she has an agenda she intends to fulfill it in the best way for her at the end of the day. She's not a renegade, she's not a Paragon, she is just the essence of practicality.

Unwilling Leader//Strategic//Inspiring
Ruin wouldnt like to admit it but she's good at being a captain. She's done it before and she's probably going to have to do it again but that doesnt mean she'll like it. As a Leader she cant help but take all her soldiers under her wing (literally) and think of them as entirely her responsibility. She might be ok with sacrificing some buildings, civilians or unknown military but she finds it very hard to sacrifice a man put under her command. If she does that, it means she did something wrong, she was in control and she screwed up and it would be her fault if any of them didnt come back to their families afterwards. She deals with this heavy guilt fine, but that doesnt mean she likes it and it doesnt mean she'll seek it out. Still, her dedication to the men and women beneath her means ironically that she can quite easily make soldiers ready to die for her, ready to charge into battle guns blazing and ready to follow any order she gives even if it probably means death for them.



Biography
Ruin's mother was a Ranger from the tribe in the north, named Leeta, a fine hunter and a survivor, niece to the head of the House. Ruin’s father was the ancient, vibrant red dragon, Methuzar, who could transform himself into a human for periods of time. He possessed an oddly gentle and inquisitive temperament for a dragon and he enjoyed posing as a travelling minstrel in order to study these humans whom had invaded his lands. Still, he was noble and grand and old by any human or even dragon standards. The pair met whilst Ruin's mother was on one of her scouting trips, a far more dangerous activity than most would think. He spent some time with her out in the wild and Ruin’s mother swiftly discovered he was a dragon. This caused a temporary lack of trust between them but gradually they worked past it and eventually they fell in love and had two children at first, Ruin and her elder brother Ruukan, then eventually some many years later a third child, Legara. Their relation was not much of a secret, having a dragon as your lover was a fine deterrent to violence. In fact her family seemed bemusedly pleased with the union, especially when it produced children.

It was a surprise even for the Leeta and Methuzar, they hadnt even considered children a possibility. But Ruukan arrived and then Ruin followed soon after and they found happiness in parenthood together with Legara's arrival many years later. They raised their children as best they could, Leeta training them in survival and Methuzar in the art of War. However Methuzar would often leave them to go about his wanderings, not being a static being and needing change and travel. Also he worried for the mountains in the north, his instincts told him he should keep a watch over that area and ensure nothing awful got out, Dragons being one of few who can somewhat resist the aura of madness that cloaks the mountains to the north. Leeta didnt seem to mind his absences and neither did their children, finding joy when their father was around and peace when he wasnt. They grew up strong and wild under the protection of their father until first Ruukan and then Ruin found their wanderlust and could no longer remain in one place. Ruin and her brother went separate ways, being of different dispositions. Ruukan chose to travel around the world with his father while Ruin stayed with her mother, learning to survive in the wild and gaining knowledge of healing from her amongst many other things. Legara was still young at that time and so stayed close to her Sister and Mother. However they all still met often and Ruukan has always been very protective of his sisters.

But Ruin's life changed dramatically very suddenly. Whilst being children they had been surprisingly inconspicuous, The Tribe in the north did not make a point of telling all and sundry that one of their ladies had the bastard children of a dragon. But now, as adults, there was no keeping their existence a secret. For a while just their heritage made them too frightening to confront and they were left alone by the Empresses's men. However gradually as they became more and more renowned their existence began to interest a Darkling Elf publically know as the Ironclaw, a Leader of the evil Erthantis followers of that time. He had much sway with the country laws of that time and they were officially declared outlaws and a substantial bounty placed upon their heads for crimes they had not committed. Ruin, Legara and her mother lost contact with their family and were forced to flee across the sea to the Frozen Isles. They spent some months there in solitude, covertly ignored by their relatives there as they rebuilt a home for themselves. But finally they were discovered by Ironclaw Hunter. Leeta was killed as soon as she was found, brutall and callously. Legara and Ruin were dragged screaming away back to the capitol in solid chains. Ruin was taken to the Dungeons of Ironclaw and spent long torturous months there, beaten, bloodied and broken in his cruel underworld. She truly learned to hate in those dungeons, where once she was a hearty and joyful person full of hope, now she was all pain and anger and hopelessness. But she still survived and they did not break her.

Ruin would have rotted in those dungeons or died there if not for her highly skilled tracking abilities, war acumen and terrifying combat skills. Ironclaw reluctantly saw how useful she would be in his dark plans and cunningly imprisoned Legara in the most fortified and secreted cage imaginable, right under the Capitol Kathar. Ruin was warned that, if she were to disobey the Ironclaw, or her father were to do anything that might harmfully affect his power, Legara would be tortured and eventually brutally killed in the most painful way imaginable. And Ruin certainly understood what that could mean. She was told that she could move about as she liked so long as no one told her otherwise, Ironclaw taking some perverse pleasure in owning such a rare and impressive trophy and he liking to show her off to his people. At that time Ruin had wanted to bite and lacerate and fight back like a wild animal but she had self control and she understood what this was. She was loyal most to her family and nothing came above them, she had already lost her mother, so she acquiesced.

For a long while her body moved seemingly without her mind's presence and she fought and killed for her dark masters as though brain dead. However her mind was not one of placid weakness, she was a dragon, she rebelled against containment and confinement. So she began testing her chains, failing some characteristic of a mission for risk of punishment, sometimes bringing back some other head to prove her kill rather than the target she had been assigned. After some forty five years The Ironclaw disappeared and her chain was handed to one High Priest Fingar, a much less cunning man though still a force to be reckoned with. He was not as tenacious in her captivity either, thinking her just a beaten and broken servant and so overlooking more and more of her minor and small transgressions. She even at one point managed to see her sister again, though that was a short lived and heartbreaking meeting. Legara was a dragon too, captivity was tearing at her soul, imprisoned since the age of sixteen. And so Ruin continues carrying out the awful tasks given to her with a grim determination to survive and to find a way to free her little Sister from her hell.



Weapon of Choice

She has a pair of tough serrated blades. They are forged in her father's dragon fire so they are abnormally durable and can slice through magical barriers and other magical forces.

Her entire body is littered with knives of differing shapes and sizes.



Powers & Abilities
The Wind's Daughter
Ruin can hear the words of the wind, from wherever it blows she can be told of what it passes and can decipher the lay of the land and any danger that she might encounter upon the way.

Dragon Senses
Her dragon hearing is exceptional, powerful as well as exact. He can pick out a single voice in a crowd and identify a person by the sound of their heartbeat. However her human mind can often not cope with the intensity of this level of hearing and it can be a curse as loud noises often distract her and at worst cause her to become paralyzed for a few moments. Her eyes are like eagles, picking out a solitary figure on a distant horizon. She can also tell if someone is lying unless they are particularly skilled at it, noting tiny changes in their facial expressions and calculating telling ticks in their body language.

Dragon Body
Her reflexes are astounding, unparalleled, able to react to something before it even fully occurs in an almost premonition-like manner. She is also fast and strong with her strikes, using continuous, unrelenting circles and spirals of her two small swords to batter her enemies into submission, or lightning fast strikes to vital areas to give a clean kill.Her dragon legs give her great sprinting speed and good jumping ability. Although she cannot fly, beating her wings allows her to fall down any high drops without hurting herself and she can glide a bit.

Herbalist in Training
Other than her combative powers she is also an adept healer, being knowledgeable of almost every medicinal or poisonous plant or creature in an area unless she has never been there, and there are very few places she has never been. She can also often detect what is wrong with a person just by using her delicate hearing and detailed sight.

Mind of Steel
Lastly her dragon blood also grants her immunity to illusionary magics of the mind. She can see through all deceptions created by magic and cannot be hypnotized or incapacitated in any way using mental magic. Physical magic is also slightly less effective against her.



Relationships

Mother Leeta - Deceased

Father Methuzar - Whereabouts Unknown

Elder Brother Ruukan - Whereabouts Unknown

Younger Sister Legara - Imprisoned

Character Themes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKCGBgOgp08 Something I need
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzhAS_GnJIc Safe and Sound
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoP5NGLsWR0 Bartholomew
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AiSrCPvpco King and Lionheart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZNtticFI60 I Need
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWipkWkMQmI People Should Smile More
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0 Carry on my Wayward Son



Name - Arturo Ruedas
Age - 16
Gender - Male
House and Year - 6th Year
Species - Grandmother was a Giantess
Blood Status - Half Breed



Personality

Protection-Strength-Bravery
Arturo may not seem the bravest person in the world, he will not speak up or defend himself when attacked. But if he sees someone else in danger, you can be dead sure he will risk it all to help them. He is deeply protective and nurturing of the people around him and will defend them to the death without hesitation. He has power too, and can turn from gentle and diminuative, to huge and ominous in a heartbeat.

Friendliness-Generosity-Sharing
Are you feeling under the weather today? Then you can bet Arturo will notice and do something about it. Arturo practices an art of silent, subtle care, going to get you things without asking or saying that is what he intends, leading you through the warmest paths to the most comfortable seats and other considerate acts. If Arturo has something you want, he will undoubtedly give it to you. If Arturo knows he can help you, then just as the earth is round, Arturo will do it. He has a warm, expansive heart and he freely gives without expecting anything in return. That does mean he is almost always sleepy and he often gets himself tied into mental knots about all the people who rely on him or need him.

Persistence-Endurance-Patience
Arturo has the patience of a saint and the staying power of a rock. If you aren't talking to him and he doesn't know why, he is perfectly happy with sitting outside your door for days at a time until he figure out what is wrong. He is very happy in his own head, daydreams being something he does often. He can also sit and listen to you for hours on end and still find it interesting. He's probably one of the only students who managed to stay awake through a History of Magic. Arturo has a kind of quiet, enduring determination that means he gets things done to the surprise of others. His quiet nature makes people assume he isn't working hard, but sooner or later he will return to them, task done without complaint. He also never seems to get very flustered, no matter how far a situation is going out of control. Even though he is probably very concerned, he will not let it show and instead try and dilligently continue on until the solution resolves itself.

Pacifism-Harmony-Quietness
Arturo practices complete peace. He will not attack people, thats it. He just won't. The only time he might possibly hurt someone else would be if they were putting someone in danger, and then he wouldn't feel good about it. He may even apologise later. He doesn't necessarily ridicule others for violent actions, but he will do anything to diffuse a situation before it comes to fistycuffs. Generally, unless you hate half-breeds by default, Arturo is difficult to get mad at. He has such a harmonious aura, who would want to spoil that?

Conservation-Cleanliness-Order
Arturo has a rather large insistence at cleanliness in his own spaces. He likes to keep areas around him orderly and contained and if people move and push into his space and start to mess with things, he becomes very distracted and uncomfortable. He is also very interested in conservation and reusing things. Most of his notes will be on already used parchment, his robes are never new and always mended, most of the things in his possession have been mended at some point or another.



Biography

And if we only die once, (hey)
I wanna die with you (you, you, you)
You got something I need
In this world full of people there's one killing me
And if we only die once, (hey)
I wanna die with you (you, you, you)

I know that we're not the same
But I'm so damn glad that we made it
To this time, this time, around, yeah

- Soulmates -



I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

- Childhood Lost -



On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more no!

- Salvation -



I need sunshine, I need angels, I need
Something good, yeah I need
Blue skies, I need them old times, I need
Something good, yeah something good
Something good, yeah something good
Oh oh oh oh

All these days seem so far away
And I went too far enough to wait
I've come
Way back then when I hadn't seen
Half them things I'd never thought I'd see
Become someone I'd never thought I'd be, oh

- New Challenges -



Howling ghosts – they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.
And in the sea that's painted black,
Creatures lurk below the deck
But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.

And as the world comes to an end
I'll be here to hold your hand
'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.
A lionheart.

- A New Life -





Relationships

Imelda Huedas - Mother - Squib

Raul Huedas - Father - Half Giant

Theodore - Crush - Ravenclaw
Just before leaving for the trial in Spain, Arturo finally confessed his feelings for Theo after silently nurturing a crush for him for the whole of his fifth year. He has not heard the reply yet, so he is returning to Hogwarts with some trepidation.

Jayden - Bro-friend - Half Vampire

Anice - Comrade - Pure Blood



Patronus



The seahorse has a boney exoskeleton which is a message of protection. The eyesight of the seahorse is incredibly sharp, and each eye moves independently. We take this as a symbolic message of perception and awareness of those around us and our situations. When we are lost or confused, the seahorse asks us to take a good look around - not just with our physical eyes but with our spiritual eyes in order to get a better persepective of the situation. A unique aspect of the seahorse is that the male is impregnated by the female and carries the offspring to term. This is a message of sharing the load in the home, and gaining perspective of both sides of an argument or situation. Seahorses also represent a romantic and loyal personality, mating for life.



Boggart
A tall fat and ugly looking man with a large belly and a cane. He comes out and bellows at Arturo to punch whomever is in the room at the time.



Pet

My Hider [+]

Arturo has a very pretty pet Chicken, named Valentina. She is a strong, tough and stalwart sort, very different to Arturo's personality. Nonetheless they are very close and Arturo is very rarely seen without her perched solidly on his shoulder. He acquired her after she was given to them at christmas, destined for a roast. She was kept for this purpose, until Arturo learned of the plan, whereupon he refused to let it happen and took the chicken as his pet and friend. They have been thick as thieves ever since.



Wand
Aspen with unicorn hair



Other[

Electively non-verbal
Arturo finds speaking to people a basically impossible task. He just cant quite bring himself to. So he carries around a notepad to write messages on to others.

Non-verbal spellwork
Arturo has to do all of his spells non-verbally, meaning he is quite behind on his school work. He tries hard to keep himself in an acceptable range and a few teachers give him one on one time.

Giant Strength
Arturo can probably lift an entire tree if he wanted to. Though he may barely ever use it, Arturo is both strong and fast and a gifted combatant. Years in a fighting ring will do that, and couple that with his genetic Giant strength and you have a very fit and intimidating person. Arturo is also very durable, healing quickly, managing pain well and barely ever breaking his bones.



Appearance
Arturo is a massive lad. Reaching about 6'5, he towers above all his classmates. The only seeming difference between a quarter Giant and a Half Giant is the amount of hair. Whilst Raul and Hagrid grew large beard young in life, Arturo only has a bit of stubble around his chin. Other than that he has soft, wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. His skin has a very deeply tanned pigment and his whole face and body appears much more chiseled and defined for a sixteen year old. His frame is wide and musclar, wide shoulders and a wide waist with round muscles. His skin is peppered with whelts and scars, as well as a few strange tattoos, forced upon him whilst in the gang.

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Name - Yennefer McNeill

Age - 28

Gender - Female
Hometown - Espella

Dragon Name - Methuzar

Dragon Breed - Mountain Dragon

Dragon Gender - Male



Appearance
Yennefer has a very comforting and homely appearance, short for her age and full of rounded smoothe curves and soft edges. Her hair is a blazing red and manages to be as difficult and thick and messy as possible. Usually it is tied back in a quite and thoughtless ponytail since she is very regularly working with her hands in dirty and bloody environments. Her skin and appearance generally shows very little evidence of cosmetic care and her hands are calloused and firm to the touch. Her whole body is surprisingly muscular and well built though she is still filled out by some soft areas.



Personality
Yennefer is gentle and somewhat mild mannered but firm when she needs to be. She can calmly take control of a situation and very rarely loses her temper, these traits being products of being a doctor. She is empathetic and sensible but not necessarily kind or warm-hearted which in her youth meant that she blurted out her thoughts and made those around her angry. To counter this she has developed a very polite personality, always observing the most diplomatic way of saying things. She has found it the best policy for her life in general. However this does not mean she is proper. She considers the confines and ideas of virginity and modesty to be meaningless and stupid and so generally has a flirtatious personality.



Backstory
Yennefer's parents were crofters, farming the land and raising herds of cows and goats. She always had an interest in bodies and how the animals survived and what they looked like when they died so it didnt take long for her to take an interest in medicine. Her parents were pretty supportive, her mother being especially proud of her and even allowing her to disect animals dead from disease. She experimented with herbs on sick animals, sometimes they died quicker but gradually her success grew further until she was the one her Village turned too when anything was ill. As she grew older she got itchy feet, she wanted to do more with her skills and knew of a monastery outside the city that trained women to heal the sick. It was a long way away but she was determined and her parents were so excited about their daughter's talents that they told the whole village and gathered support for her. Eventually all of the trustworthy Men of the village who could be spared were sent to escort her to the City, the send off being a large feast with everyone wishing her well and telling her to come back and visit when she could.

The journey there was somewhat dangerous but her bodyguards kept her safe and whenever one of them was injured in the line of duty she would quickly patch him up. They reached the monastery and the nuns there were very eager to take her on as a student. For a moment it was a little rocky, Yennefer ranting a little after being told she had to become a nun to heal the sick, but she quickly conceded defeat and tried to be demure about it. She stayed there for four years, becoming an excellent pupil, if a little frustrated at the confines on her actions and flirtations. A war erupted late into her training and she and some other sisters were brought to the outskirts of the battle to tend to the wounded they brought in. It was a shocking and hardening thing for her. She was not squeamish about bodies but the way some soldiers had been sliced and hacked apart turned her white. After the battle she left the nunnery and instead apprenticed under the Surgeon she had met in the battle. He was surprised at her request but was not particularly bigotted about women doctors and had certainly witnessed her prowess in the battle. She had just turned 19 when she left. The surgeons name was Kaleb and he was a fine and kindly man, happy to teach and help wherever he could. He took her to various places from the depths of a dungeon to the villages in mountain valleys to more battlefields and all the way he healed those who could pay him a small fee or offer him some food. Yennefer learnt well from him and eventually liked him very much. He was probably her first real crush but she herself never pursued it, him being much older than her.

Some few years after their meeting and Yennefer was ready to make her own way in the world. Amongst other things Kaleb had taught her he had also taught her to defend and fend for herself. Archery was something she was pretty good at and she always kept a few knives tucked in various places around her body. She had used them a few times already before she left. Generally she was not very strong of body, good at running and climbing but punching or pushing someone away would be difficult. However she was good at wriggling out of tight spaces and so she always escaped any trouble generally unharmed. She was concerned about the way the world was going. A darkness was coming over the land and it worried her, she felt like the earth was sick and she didnt not know how to cure it, which was rare for her.

It was around this time that she met a strange man, Merrick was his name, she had come to a village near to his estate to help stop the spread of some mystery sickness. He watched her for a while and when she was finally getting a little edgy and concerned he introduced himself and told her a great many fantastical things. She was skeptical at first but eventually after actually seeing his Dragon, a black graceful creature, she was convinced. It took a little consideration but eventually she agreed to becoming a so called 'Dragon tamer'. If this was the remedy the world needed then it was her duty to try and use it, to put her full dedication behind it.



Bonded Ability - Strength of the Earth
She took on some of her dragon's earthshaking talents, suddenly gaining much more strength, gaining the ability to stamp her foot and create cracks in the ground or punch a wall and break it in half.



Strengths
I'm a Doctor before I am anything
She is an incredibly experienced and adept healer, having expansive knowledge on most herbs and remedies wherever she goes and understanding a human body very well indeed.

Academic is probably the Term
She is well travelled and can fluently speak two other languages while knowing many more. She also has knowledge of the various states and how they are faring, friends amongst every reach of life telling her all that occurred in the various cities.

I will Survive
She is a pretty decent shot with a bow.

She can use small weapons like knives with some dexterity and is good at weak combat and escaping from tight places.

Ever the Diplomat
She has a calm and measured attitude that makes people listen and consider her opinion without anger or malice towards her. She is very in control of her own mind.

When its my domain, I am the Commander
She is quite surprisingly intimidating when a situation is hers to control and she knows she has the best expertise to deal with whatevers going on.

Weaknesses
"I'm a Lover not a Fighter"
Yennefer has never had any proper military training of any kind and an martial combat she has taken place in she has either been saved from or wiggled out of. Swords and heavy weapons are foreign to her and she has not the proper strength of body needed for long-winded combat. This is something she must work on and she knows it.

"I have to know"
Due to her insatiable curiousity and rapid interest in things she will often go off into a daze mid conversation or sometimes completely ignore the world happening around her in favour of reading or studying some mystery. She can insult many people this way but it generally doesnt effect her ability when faced with life or death situations.

"Soft words aren't remembered by the Dead"
Yennefer is very bad at sympathy or empathy or kind words in general. She will stitch your wounds and cure your colds but don't expect her to coddle you all the way through it. In fact she will probably greet any complaining with brisk actions and cutting words. She does not spare pain for her patient if the sparing will impede on some aspect of her treatment. This tends to mean patients do not want to return to her care.

"You spend seven years in a Convent, see how you turn out"
Yennefer is somewhat repressed as an individual. She

"Also probably to do with the Convent..."
Yennefer has quite a wild and

"It is hard to respect those who are threatened by your very existence"



Dragon Breed Description
The largest of all dragons, and the strongest to boot, the brown dragon is a behemoth. Though their size is impressive, standing at a shocking 14 FT tall, their mahogany scales are matte, not shiny. However the underside of their wings are as gold as the precious stone they collect and guard so fiercely. The brown dragon is a hoarder, they blend perfectly into the mountain side and spend most their time protecting their stash of precious metals and gems they have collected over the years. They are very proud animals and extremely intelligent. It is said that the first earthquakes were from these massive creatures scaring off thieves who prying into their stash, but stomping their massive legs and shaking the ground.

They prefer the ground to the air but will not hesitate to take to the skies to pursue and punish any who cross them or dip into their hoard. They are the noblemen of the dragon world and take place high regard for those with manners like their own, they are extremely chivalrous towards their human especially. Their fire is a copper color.

Dragon Abilities
Bulldoze
These massive animals can knock over almost anything including trees, boulders, houses... although generally the tamer is expected to avoid allowing the dragon to level houses.

Earthquake
By flying into the air and dropping themselves to the ground, the earth around them will shake under their massive weight.

Burrow
They are master diggers and can dig tunnels and caves rather quickly.

Name - Hakeem Idn'Abihi
A second name meaning 'Son of none'.
Age - 48
Gender - Male
Hometown - Trespa City
Dragon Name - Veshna
Dragon Gender - Female
Dragon Species - Regeneration Dragon



Appearance
Hakeem has a very sturdy and tall frame, wide shoulders and strong muscular arms. His whole body is corded with defined musculature and his skin has a dark tanned pigment to it, rough and leathery to the touch after so long in the heat of the desert sands. Strange ink-black tattoos covered his torso and some continue down to his ankles and wrists. Also covering his body are various long lacerations and scars from curved weapons and some puncture like scars from various types of spears, daggers or arrows. He is usually seen in thick black robes, easy to move in while giving some protection.


Personality

Chivalrous//Protective//Masculine
Hakeem is very easily the picture of knightly chivalry and conduct. His opinions tend towards protection and nurturing, defending those weaker than yourself and upholding the stability and security of the law. This does mean he is generally unconsciously sexist, considering it his duty to defend and protect women over men and treating them, not necessarily as weaker, but perhaps frailer and more precious. His view is that although women might be capable of fighting, it is the duty of men to ensure they do not have to. His has quite stereotypical masculine qualities such as dominance and confidence and a quick and aggressive temper, however he is quite comfortable in himself and doesn't have quite the need to prove himself as other men seem to possess. He is quite content to appear weak or back down from a fight if the situation calls for it, it does not damage his opinion of himself, although he will fight for his honour and the honour of his friends at a moments notice.


Tactical//Wise//Controlled
In the wars Hakeem proved himself to have a tactical and forward-thinking mindset. He kept his cool under intense situations and always kept a handle on a situation, no matter how much was going on at once. He would plan for every eventuality, an ambush or a screw up or a discrepancy in information, he would have a counter measure. As he grew older and became the second most powerful General in the whole Country, he became somewhat of an unofficial mentor to the younger, newer leaders and soldiers rising in the ranks. He just naturally has a face to trust and he has a way of letting people tell him of their problems and get them to listen to his advice without infringing upon their self worth or masculinity. A very useful quality in a confidante.


Loving//Charismatic//Flirtatious
As a young man Hakeem was known for his promiscuity and outrageous flirtatious behaviour. He is very affectionate and warm as a person, however he always had too many responsibilities to the country and to order to let himself properly marry and have a family, his sense of honour not allowing him to put anything above the lives and safety of his family which would not do for a protector of the realm. He has a manner that is easy and that draws others towards him, able to turn from serious to joking very quickly depending upon the situation. Older now, some of his charisma flirting has made way for a slower, more gentle character, but he still enjoys laughing and drinking and making merry to abominable hours of the night. He also still maintains a flirtatious and liberal attitude to the world in general. Nowadays he is more tactile and affectionate with his friends than loud or aggressively cheerful, enjoying warm and comfortable conversation to shouted lurid jokes while intoxicated.


Tough//Dependable//Determined
Hakeem is a survivor and a warrior of the highest callibre. No matter how treacherous or violent his path becomes in life, nor how confusing or conflicted he becomes, he always continues on diligently and bull-headedly until the situation is resolved. You can trust Hakeem to his very core to do his duty, no matter what comes in his way. This quality has earned him quite a few nicknames in his life, but generally his fellows and followers appreciate his tenacity. These qualities apply to his physical characteristics as well, Hakeem having surviving situations which would have had other men blown to pieces. In war he always leads his men in the charge and is the first to strike at a seemingly un-defeatable foe.



History

Hakeem was a very lucky child. As an illegitimate son to a young woman of no particular status, his life could have been expected to be brutal, miserable and short. But as has been said, luck was on his side as the Sultan's own young wife died while birthing his only son and a wet nurse was needed for the new Prince Yusuf. The two boys were born on almost the same day, though Hakeem was a few days older, and a search of the Palace was done for women with young babies. Lyria was found, a lowly maid in the palace, and taken to both feed and nurture the baby Prince Yusuf, given a comfortable life in exchange for the service and a place of importance promised to her son. Sultan Adhram saw the use in having a boy raised beside the prince and dedicated some time in Hakeem's education and upbringing, impressing on him the importance of protecting and serving the prince as his confidante and friend. Luckily the two boys grew up to be birds of a feather, inseparable from the first and loyal to each other through everything.


Growing up changed little in their relationship. As young men Hakeem and Yusuf fueled each other's enthusiasm and confidence, making their mistakes together and sharing in the punishments for tricks or disobediences while also sharing in the successes of every endeavour. They also trained together, sparring with each other religiously using both swords and minds, always endeavouring to be the better fighter or thinker and pushing each other to the limits with every match. This meant that they swiftly grew in prowess, something the Sultan was especially pleased with. However this section of their lives differentiated the two from each other in terms of personality. Hakeem became a more responsible and thoughtful individual in order to cope with Yusuf's increasingly reckless and excitable behaviour and he took a more reasoning role in their antics, dissuading Yusuf from his more stupid and dangerous schemes.


This was as the Sultan had intended and soon enough Yusuf also matured in mind, becoming the noble and valiant prince that everyone had hoped he would be. As men grown they became a force to be reckoned with, Yusuf growing in ability and power day by day as Hakeem matched his ascent with his continuous rise through the ranks of the military. He was very determined to be worthy of the Prince's trust and friendship and to be of use to him throughout his life. Yusuf was gifted control of the Military by the Sultan while Hakeem was still a Captain in its ranks, however the young prince made sure to consult his brother as he began to instill great change in the structure and function of their warring power. Together they overhauled the system, bringing new purpose and stability to a once prejudiced and slow army. Where once captains and generals had been chosen for their family status rather than ability, now the obviously clever and tactical thinkers were specially trained for the highest command positions and there was more openness and equality throughout. The Sultan was incredibly proud of his son for the improvements and although Hakeem downplayed his share in the praise, he was still awarded a place amongst the councilmen for his services.


It was around this time that Yusuf was married to a young Princess from the City of Dawn, not necessarily a match of love, however Yusuf had wooed and flirted with her well and she was an agreeable character. They made a good pair, neither one feeling terribly precious about monogamy and both being of great intelligence. Her name was Ellaria and she proved greatly beneficial to Yusuf's image, acting as ambassador to many countries around the continent and very often not being at home, the heat of the savannah after being born in the cold tundra of the north disagreeing with her. Even with her absences though, she managed to bare Yusuf a healthy son only a year into their marriage, named Hakim after his adoptive uncle. Hakeem doted on the child and quickly became a great influence to his growth, Yusuf often being away from home or busy with various Princely duties. Hakim grew into a gentler and more level headed man than his father under his uncles tutorlage. Another interesting occurance in the complex relationship between Yusuf, his wife and Hakeem, happened when Hakeem got Ellaria with child. Nobody was quite sure when it had occurred which said alot about their threesome relationship as a whole but the whole thing became a very non-issue. Yusuf simply took the child as his own, a little baby girl named Sessa, and Hakeem tried to father her as much as he had for Hakim.


The changes to the system that the army followed allowed Hakeem to achieve his highest aspirations and he eventually became one of three highest ranking Generals in the country at the age of thirty two. He became incredibly proactive in keeping the country lawful and safe, leading sorties of men out personally to investigate banditry and exact the law, the common people lauding him for his efforts and the country prospering as a whole. He also dealt firmly with the various lords of the kingdom whom had grown complacent and lax and who did not recognise Yusuf's sovereignty, Hakeem putting down rebellions with swift, aggressive and decisive action. The pair grew in renown and power, together rising further and further in the estimations of the people and the countries neighbouring theirs, some congratulating them while others feared them for their militaristic attitude. This fear was well placed as Yusuf turned his attention to military conquests, knowing that with prosperity came an increase in population and a need for more lands. Hakeem tried to dissuade him from war before one was necessary, concerned with the eagerness for battle his brother seemed to have. However he did not have that great of a hold on the Prince and as the old Sultan began to sicken war seemed to be on the horizon. In fact there were multiple attempts upon Yusuf's life by highly trained assassins sent from concerned countries. Luckily Hakeem managed to repel all five attempts, however upon the last he was severely injured and carries a weakening scar to this day that aches at inopportune moments.


Soon after this, the old Sultan died and Yusuf rose to the throne, so War still seemed close at hand. However it was in this year that a sudden darkness befell the north and spies sent into that area came back either half-dead and muttering nonsense or did not come back at all. Finally this allowed Hakeem to dissuade Yusuf from battle, if enemies were already at their door then it was no use throwing men away in an uneeded conquest when they may be needed elsewhere. Reports finally came from Otamaur and they confirmed their darkest fears. Some great and terrible evil had arisen and its foul creeping malice was spreading irrevocably across the country. The first borders and watchtowers had fallen to dark and fell creatures and though the Country's immense defenses had been mobilised, many were concerned. Hakeem wasted no time, a great uneasiness had fallen upon him about the whole situation and he trusted the instincts he had.

As new Commander of the Military, he mobilised all soldiers, manned every defense post and worked closely with various inventors and engineers to trap and build mechanisms along their borders in weak areas to ensure an invasion could be detected and pushed back long enough for troops to arrive on the battlefield. Yusuf scoffed at his seeming paranoia but humoured him, partly for their friendship and partly because Hakeem's senses had not been wrong yet. Years passed and as more borders fell to the oncoming hoarde, Hakeem and Yusuf rode out together to meet the forces in lands not their own, reinforcing Otamaur's abandoned or empty defences long enough for villages and towns to evacuate and flee the destruction. But no matter how they struggled there was nothing they could do to fully halt the tide. They kept their own spirits falsely high and ensured the Kingdom did not see the despair that they truly felt settling into their hearts.


After more than five years of serious War and strife and the black creatures starting to nip and bite at their own borders, Hakeem was to be found in a lowly Inn, just back from a bloody and repulsive battle, covered in ichor and his hair matted in blood. A man approached him, pale of face and black of hair with a sense of purpose and interest. Now Hakeem was used to assassins approaching in this manner so it was not surprising that he quickly held a dagger to the man's midrift, though hiding the scene so as not to disturb the Inn's patrons. Surprisingly though, this pale-faced man was not there for his life, but to offer him something very different. Merrick, was his name, and though considerably younger than Hakeem, he held himself very proudly with the bearing of a leader of men. After a quiet and quick discussion and a trip outside to look up to the sky and watch as a huge shadow, dragon-like in shape, passed over the night sky, Hakeem was convinced of the truth this man was telling. But he was not so easily convinced away from the defense of his home and family. The stranger promised to wait two days and after some private consideration on Hakeem's part, the Commander of the Trespian Military agreed to resign his duties, forsake his lands and family and friends, and follow this Merrick to his own abode and gods willing, the salvation of them all.

Hakeem took some time to say farewell to his many children and finally to his friend, Sultan Yusuf. There was some anger from him at first, as Hakeem had known there would be, but eventually there was only one thing Yusuf could do and that was trust his friend of 48 years and know that he would not do anything if not for a good and noble reason. "Go and save us all then, Hakeem Al-Jazari, you were always destined for greater things than I, though it took you until you were an old man to discover what those might be." And there they parted.





Strengths
Battle

Leadership

Willpower

Charisma

Weaknesses
Sexism

Old Wounds

Unsuited for Magic



Abilities
Swords Master
Hakeem is probably one of the greatest swordmasters of his time, having been accustomed to using his large curved blade since he was but a boy of five.

General of War
Hakeem has been a warleader for twenty years. He is no stranger to death and battle. It has become a necessary and usual part of his life.

Horse Master
The Trespian army is made up of varying levels of cavalry and every child learns to ride when they are young. Hakeem has always had some good manner with animals and riding is a skill he takes pride in.

Hawk Master
Hawking was also a skill that many Trespians train to use. Hunting becomes very easy when you have a bird of prey to do it for you.

Diplomat
Hakeem has quite a good manner with people and although he might seem blunt, his straightforward way of expressing a situation often makes people more likely to trust him and agree with his point of view.

Bonded Ability
Regeneration



Relationships
Mother - Lyria, now dead for more than five years, but a caring and affectionate mother while alive. Hakeem always had great respect for her.

Biological Father - Unknown

Adoptive Father - Sultan Adhram, although not necessarily a gentle or loving father figure, was a good role-model for him and tried to form and shape Hakeem from a young boy into a sturdy and trustworthy man for the Prince to depend on.

Milk Brother - Prince Yusuf.

Children - He is the father to seven children and although he is certainly often absent, he cares for all his sons and daughters and ensures they are provided for, their mothers also housed and cared for. He has three daughters and four sons with ages ranging from twenty seven years old to just Six. The Eldest, Yasif, was born when Hakeem was just 21. His mother, Seze, was a serving maid in the castle whom had a clever mind and a good wit and someone whom Hakeem was very close with. She helped him in matters of espionage and was very good at her job. She had been frightened to tell him of his impending fatherhood, not necessarily distrusting him but mindful of what could happen to young mothers out of wedlock. Of course, Hakeem was clever and discovered the truth quickly, immediately reassuring Seze that he would be as good a father as he could ever be, although he could not marry her. She was very happy with this, wanting to maintain her freedom, and Hakeem ensured she was well cared for during and after pregnancy.

Later on Hakeem met and fell in love with a Scholarly woman, a historian of sorts. Her name was Resha and her intellect and passion caught Hakeem completely off guard. He truly regretted his need to remain unmarried most purely because he wanted her to remain beside him, but Resha understood his sense of duty and was perfectly happy to live in the city. Again Hakeem ensured she had a good home and often brought her scrolls an books from the palace. She bore him three children, two of which were actively planned but all of whole they were delighted to have. They, in order of birth, were:

Asha, born in Hakeem's 24th year, a headstrong and vibrant girl who rebelled completely against her father and insisted upon being trained in warfare. Hakeem eventually relented, mostly to make sure she didnt hurt herself.

Hasim, born in Hakeem's 25th year, a determined and vibrant lad who was determined to match his father in prowess and found it very difficult to be both the younger and the lesser fighter to a big sister. He always looked up to his elder half-brother Yasif and the pair were nigh on inseparable.

Amira, born in Hakeem's 28th year, a much quieter and daintier girl than her elder sister, though no less driven. She endeavoured to become a healer, powered on by her mother's academic mindset. Hakeem is particularly proud of her accomplishments.

Resha, though completely loving her children, decided then that she wanted no more and Hakeem was the first to respect her wishes, he himself becoming increasingly busy as he rose higher in rank. For many years after that he was a much less intimate person, relationships with him rarely lasting a week and many often involved men rather than women since he spent so much time in the army. Eventually though, as he rose to the title of Captain, he spent more time in the Palace and amongst politicians and people of power. One of the courtesans of the Palace became pregnant with his child which Hakeem found very concerning since he did not know how well he could protect a prostitute without insisting upon her leaving her trade. He got himself so worked up about it and she actually had to stop him from placing guards in her chambers to ensure her safety. Eventually she managed to sort it out herself, retreating into a less seedy business of masseuses. When she told him he nearly broke down in relief.

She gave him a little boy that they named Rafiq. He was of a gentle temperment and a calm and thoughtful mindset. Resha eagerly agreed to tutor him in what she knew of politics as he got older and he and Hakeem have a very affectionate relationship. He was born when Hakeem was 34.

His final Paramour was a woman whom actually approached him. She was a Lady of great prowess and skill, her husband having died young without giving her any children and leaving her the lordship of a fortress and some outlying villages. Hakeem had defended her and her holds from a band of marauders some years back and she had been grateful and impressed by his initiative. They were not in love but they were good friends and Hakeem found her exceedingly impressive as a person. She gave him a Son and a Daughter. The boy came first, named Zaeed, he was a healthy and happy child who turned into an equally healthy and stalwart lad. Hakeem was already 36 by the time he was born and a hardened and respected military general. No one questioned his illegitimate children nor their mothers and Zaeed became the one to inherit his mother's estate. Some six years later they had another child, a baby girl named Thamina. However as she grew everyone noted her frailty and weakness. She was feverish often and slept long hours. She would sometimes be unable to eat and she became thin and malnourished. This condition of hers was chronic and persistant and no matter the doctors he sought, Hakeem could not find a cure for her. His daughter, Amira, became a carer for the child which indeed improved her condition somewhat. However she predicts that without some treatment, Thamina will die before she is nine years old. This is a deep pain for Hakeem to bear and he feels in greatly at night when he lies awake in the dark and hates his inability to protect his daughter.

Paramours - Hakeem has had many lovers in his life, however he has never thought to marry. A wife, as he sees it, should be protected and placed above all else for she is making herself dependant upon her husband by marrying. Hakeem was never prepared to place so much responsibility elsewhere than the nation. However for every woman whom has born his child, he has ensured she gets a comfortable life and tries to be as much of a father to his many children as possible. His large and disparate family may seem strange to many but it works for him and his lovers and all are relatively happy knowing they can depend upon eachother.

Tara Rial - Rival. One of the greatest assassins of the age, Tara was the one sent to assassinate the Prince Yusuf some five times in the space of ten months. During this time Hakeem lost sleep and spent many hours of the night ensuring the detail upon the Prince was secure. Everytime she found a new way in he repelled her attack and destroyed the entrance she used, which certainly increased the castle's security. He captured her but once, after the third attempt and they argued with eachother in the dungeons of the castle before he had to leave to attend to other matters and she escaped, only knocking out her guards as a gesture of peaceful intentions, although she did leave them in a compromising position for Hakeem to find. The final attack was cunning and aggressive and although Hakeem did manage to repulse it, Tara got a heavy and damaging blow to his midrift. Ever since then he has had a huge scar there and the wound often aches.



Dragon Personality

Veshna is extremely clingy and attached to her human, for she is highly submissive and she hopes her tamer can resolve conflict before they need to step in. When a pink dragon does have to step into a quarrel, however, they are quick, sleight, and devastating in combat. However she really is an anxious and timid little thing, relying heavily on her Tamer for support both mentally and physically. She is quiet and kind with a caring and sympathetic heart and she sees her role as one of nurturing and caring for her nest-mates and their bond-mates.

Dragon Strengths

Veshna is exceedingly durable in all things, able to recover from almost any injury. She uses her scales to heal others very freely, being a selfless type of personality. Her whole demeanour is one of gentleness and she puts everyone she converses with at ease however this does not mean she is naive and although she vehermently dislikes conflict, she knows many awful things may be necessary in the coming war. She is rather cunning and thoughtful, able to carefully form cunning plans and stratagems before exacting them perfectly. Surprisingly she is very good at stealth and ambush tactics, this being the main way she hunts.

Dragon Weaknesses

Veshna is very timid and meek. She dislikes combat intensely and will often shy away from it, letting her Tamer put themselves in danger on her behalf. She may have good ideas but she might not have the courage to express them, considering herself much lesser of a dragon than her nestmates. She is very small and dainty so although she is very difficult to kill, it is not very difficult to harm her and tactics of stealth and cunning are the only truly useful combat techniques she has.

Username - Erranruin

Name - Aslaug

Age - 37

Gender - Female

Race - Human

Class - Warrior, Griffon Knight

Weapons - Sword and Shield, a Spear when astride her Griffon.

Alliance - Anti-mage. She's met good and bad on both sides of the conflict, but she certainly agrees that Mages are dangerous and should be controlled.

Aslaug has been a Warden for Four years and Nine months


Personality



Hard//Tough//Stalwart
Aslaug doesnt do backing down or giving up. She deals with the problem at hand and, while she may grumble and mutter about the situation, she'll do it while taking out the problem with a heavy sword swing to its face or one precise Snipe to its nether regions. She'll endure anything you can think of and more. Beat her, shoot her, throw her off a cliff, but you'll never break her. She has held the record for longest resistance against torture without dying or giving up and she plans to beat it if she's ever stupid enough to get captured a second time.



Loyal//Determined//Trustworthy
If Aslaug gives you her trust and friendship then you can expect her to deliver. The problem is knowing when she has, because its often hard to tell with her. She might be patting your back and suggesting names for your children one minute, then throwing you into a dungeon and grilling you for information the next. The best way to know she's got your back is if you have hers (and you arent involved in anything particularly illegal). Still, even like this, it doesnt mean she'll treat you tenderly or gently. Say someone had you at knife point and was screaming something about slitting your throat if she doesnt put her weapon down. She'd most likely shoot you herself somewhere mildly non-lethal, use the surprise factor to shoot your captor and then slap on some Medical salve and drag you back home. To be honest it takes alot to be Aslaug's friend, but at least you know you wont die.



Harsh//Unyielding//Heartless
Aslaug doesnt particularly care about your children, your wife, your husband, your parents. Aslaug has no qualms with harming innocent civilians if there is no way around it. This doesnt mean she wont try and find another way, she isnt cruel or excessively callous and its in her best interests to leave a place with more friends and allies than when she came. But she has a mission usually, and she intends to report back with a 'Mission completed' at the end of the day. She's not a Villain, she's not a Hero, she is just the essence of practicality.



Unwilling Leader//Strategic//Inspiring
Aslaug wouldn't like to admit it, but she's good at being a captain. She's done it before and she's probably going to have to do it again but that doesnt mean she'll like it. As a Leader, she cant help but take the whole squad under her wing and think of them as entirely her responsibility. She might be okay with sacrificing some buildings, civilians or unknown military, but she finds it very hard to sacrifice soldiers put under her command. If she does that, it means she did something wrong, she was in control and she screwed up and it would be her fault if any of them didnt come back to their families afterwards. She deals with this heavy guilt fine, but that doesnt mean she likes it and it doesnt mean she'll seek it out. Still, her dedication to the men and women beneath her means, ironically, that she can quite easily make soldiers ready to die for her, ready to charge into battle with a roaring battle cry and ready to follow any order she gives even if its to the death.




Biography

Aslaug was born to a noble family, charged with the running of one of the Border towns in Balefall. The town was situated right between the borders to Vanthorn and Vardendale and so a position in constant peril from all the various skirmishes that broke out between the countries. It was also a cold place, snow falling for the majority of the year and summer being the only time the poor townsfolk felt the warmth of the sun. It was a harsh and dug down existence with conflict and death around every corner, border towns often took the brunt of the hostilities. Aslaug's family were full of excellent and noble warriors and Aslaug had three elder brothers who were all Griffon Knights, a family tradition, but year after year the attacks got harder to rebuff and their small army dwindled in number.

And so it happened that, in four years of particularly heavy attacks, one by one her father and elder brothers were taken from her. Aslaug was just twelve when first her father died, barely out of childhood by most accounts. Her third eldest brother succumbed to his wounds soon afterwards. The experience solidified a certain type of steel in her, the young girl throwing herself into her studies in favour of spending time with grief. By the time she was fifteen she was the heir to her family's holdfast and with only her grieving mother to support her. And then her mother was quickly taken ill with heartache. She did recover eventually however, in the time she was bedridden, Aslaug took the responsibilities laid upon her without complaint and diligently worked to rebuild what had been destroyed. She found she had good ability with organisation and inspiring the troops but her political machinations were pitiful compared to her little sister, a constant presence at her side, who just simply shone in that regard. And so once her mother returned to work alongside them, Aslaug was decided. She was no dainty woman to find a husband and settle down. She wanted to find the strength to fight for peace and protect others, devote herself to the sword and be a great general eventually.

She left her home quickly, making for one of the mountain fortresses that trained Knights to ride upon Griffons into battle. All in her family with the leanings of a Warrior had made the trip, her dead father and brothers included. It seemed like a good way of honouring them, to follow in their footsteps. She assumed she would find it simple, an easy thing for someone so dedicated. Of course, she was wrong.

It was quite the learning curve, she was an angry youngster and she hated authority so the first few months were very difficult. But she adapted and she learned, all her rebellious attitude and fury at the world worked out through lots of hand-to-hand combat training and a smattering of shouting matches. Aslaug was an outcast at first and had no problem that. She did not have a particularly kind heart and had no real desire for friends, along with being very standoffish at that age. But eventually, make friends she did, once she'd climbed down from her high horse long enough to talk to people. She was glad for it. Friends, she found, were something she had long wanted but never had the time for. She ended up cherishing friendship above a lot of things and her friends always knew they could trust her to defend and protect them.

Caring for her Griffon also helped tolerance grow into her personality. If you were impatient with Griffon, it would bite you and even young Griffons have large, strong beaks. Eventually, she took a Griffon of her own, later than all her peers, although she was insistent that she wasn't going to get attached. He was a majestic, tawny coloured male with thick feathers and a bushy tail that he liked to sweep about like he owned the place. She named him Bjorn and, of course, he burrowed into her heart, though she denied it for a good long while.

Combat History

Aslaug distinguished herself in many different ways during her years as a Griffon Knight. The Commander of the Fortress took interest in her, noting her prowess and control in battle and her ability to inspire her comrades, placing her in positions of Command quickly. She worked in a variety of different patrols and gained a wide variety of experience in war. However, no matter how disciplined and by the book she tried to be, she was still a bolshie and combative and argumentative soldier. Her respect for her higher ups usually showed as her arguing with them more. The Commander could cope with this, other Soldiers not so much. This obviously was not something the Military tolerated and the amount of insubordination charges thrown at her were immense. Her nature continued to her comrades as well, some people she would get on with, some not, and she'd meet all of them in the combat ring at one point or another.

Her whole career was an up and down rollercoaster ride. Sometimes she was lauded for her impressive tactics and decisive victories and she would be promoted to Commander. Then she would take her Soldiers, disobey orders, succeed with much less casualties and bring a victory home anyway. But those in Command criticized her for the disobedience and she was punished accordingly. This usually lead to her Soldiers getting angry and rebellious on her behalf and the whole thing became a mess. Aslaug became known as a troublemaker throughout the entire Country.

At the very least, she became infamous for her exploits. Most everyone had heard of Aslaug, the Griffon Knight, all round pain in everyone's side. However infamy can be a curse as well as a blessing and eventually the inevitable happened. At first it seemed an honour, to be hand picked by the King of Baleful to command a force in a siege on one of the border Fortresses of the Vanthorn Kingdom. Take the Fortress he'd said. But when Aslaug reached the place and looked at her meagre forces and considered the stretched thin Army of Baleful as a whole, she disregarded that order without a second thought. The place was huge, she had no hope of keeping it past a few days and she would lose good men trying to defend it. Even if the full garrison had arrived in time, the country was stretched thin already. They were never going to sustain-ably hold the place, so Aslaug decided to destroy it instead. She blitzed the walls with what little siege equipment she had and then used those found inside the keep. If they couldn't have it then might as well make it useless for their enemies too. Needless to say, she pushed just a little too far in defying the King of Baleful's orders and she was forced into exile immediately afterwards.

Recent History

Aslaug wasn't particularly distressed by the sudden change in her life. She missed her family, but she had often spent time away from them and, in all honesty, she didn't think a brief trespass across the border to see them would be too difficult. Suddenly she was freer with her time and her talents. She searched for a cause that helped all rather than just one country and she gave her help to others as she went. She didn't resent this type of work, she loved it in fact. She finally felt challenged and the people she worked with generally liked and respected her, which was a new experience. And then she got to meet Military Veterans and high-ups from other countries and races. There was one in particular, a human man named Knight Commander Jorah Horedan who lead a Legion of Templars in Morcrest. Templars were Noble Knights who sought out and destroyed demonic creatures and evil magicks, as well as controlling the Mage population and making sure to hunt down any Mges who went rogue. They were not necessarily well liked as an order, certainly some could abuse their power, but Jorah was a very honest and impressive man. He was a tall, wide, and bear like, with streaks of grey in his thick black hair and beard and a bronze tone to his scarred skin. Aslaug found that she got along with him very well, though inevitably they disagreed on many things, and she followed him for a period of time in which she met and became acquainted with the nobility of Morcrest. It was through this connection that she heard of the King's plan.

To cease the fighting altogether? To unite the land under one banner? To redeem herself to her Country once more and be able to see her family once again? She would fight for that. She'd be damned if she believed it would work though. Of course not! If anyone thought that uniting five warring countries under one high King would cease hostilities between them then they were preciously innocent of the world. But that didn't mean that Aslaug couldn't devote her entire existence to the cause and fight for it until her last breath. This was a cause she could die for, exactly what she wanted.



Relationships

Vienne - Aslaug has

Sildana- These two fierce women certainly have their ups and downs. Whilst they agree on some things, they also have very polarising views on others and that can lead to conflict in their interactions. Not only that, but they both like brawling, just for the hell of it. All in all you wouldn't imagine they felt anything but hatred for each other most likely, which is far from the truth. Aslaug respects and even likes Sildana for her passion and loyalty and strict moral compass. She's an impressive woman and worthy of Aslaug's esteem. She'd risk her life for the woman if it came to that, knowing there was something in her that was worth saving.

Lauchlan - Strangely, though the pair disagree on the problems of Mages and Templars, they get on rather well. Aslaug has no need to argue over such things and she respects Lauchlan for believing so strongly in his views and fighting for them. He's blunt, which she endlessly appreciates, and she can easily take any comments he sends her way with a smile and a laugh. Perhaps they are not friends yet, but they certainly like each other's presence.


Other

"You think my life is some precious thing? I grew up with Soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago."

Bjorn and Aslaug are certainly good partners but they aren't attached at the hip, Bjorn often spending days away from his rider. Aslaug has no problem with this, she can defend herself fine without him and its nice to spend a few easy days without feathers in your face.

"I walk a crooked road to get where I am going, And only when I’m looking back I see the straight and narrow"



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"Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here"

- Name -
- Aled MacNeill -

Professor MacNeill - Used by his Students and Co-Workers in professional situations.
Commander - Used by his comrades at the Auror office before he left, although they still call him that when he comes to visit.
Old Bear - Another more affectionate nickname he picked up at the Auror office. It seems to have travelled to hogwarts as well somehow.
Warlock MacNeill - A title he is often addressed by when visiting the Ministry, awarded to him for services rendered.
Warlock Commander Aled 'Somerled' MacNeill, Order of Merlin First Class - Used either in hearings or when someone wants to make a sarcastic comment.

- Age -
54 years

- Gender -
Male

- House and Year -
- Gryffindor -
Head of House || Professor

- Teaches -
Defense Against the Dark Arts

- Species -
Wizard

- Blood Status -
Half-blood


"What if I'm far from home?
Oh, brother I will hear you call.
What if I lose it all?
Oh, sister I will help you out!
Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do."
- Personality -

- Introspective//Solitary -

Aled very rarely expresses his personal feelings on a subject, tending more towards self-sacrifice and 'baring the load'. With age he has recognised this as a failing in himself and is endeavouring to master it but he is still a more solitary person than most, preferring to do something on his own than bother others. He is thoughtful and considerate, taking alot of time to think an action through before doing it and when in a philosophical discussion, he often pauses for quite some time to gather his thoughts and express himself properly. He's the type to sit in on a heated debate, remaining very silent for a long while, until suddenly speaking up and expressing something very profound which tends to bring the conversation to a stop, not because of the profundity of his statement, but more that everyone is so surprised he spoke at all.

- Tough//Dependable//Determined -

Aled is a survivor. No matter how rocky his path becomes in life, nor how confusing or conflicted he becomes, he always continues on diligently and bull-headedly until the situation is resolved. You can trust Aled to his very core to get the job done, no matter what comes in his way. This quality has earned him quite a few nicknames in his life, but generally people appreciate his tenacity. These qualities apply to his physical characteristics as well, Aled surviving situations which would have had other men blown to pieces.

- Chivalrous//Protective -

Aled has quite an old world reaction to alot of things. His chivalry is comparable to true knightly conduct and his opinions tend towards protection and nurturing. This does mean he is slightly unconsciously sexist, generally considering it his duty to defend and protect women over men and treating them, not necessarily as weaker, but perhaps frailer and more precious. But overall his protective qualities extend to everyone, especially his students, and he takes it as his solemn duty to ensure they are all healthy, happy and prepared for the life ahead of them.

- Empathetic//Pure Spirit -

Aled has always been a very good reader of people. He can quickly pick up on the emotional stability of a person and through talking to them he can take whatever pain or joy or confusion they might be feeling and experience it himself. He is very open to other's opinions and experiences, mostly because he never has any ulterior motive or agenda, a 'pure heart' some might say. He just creates an atmosphere around him of comfort and ease. Aled is very easy to trust.

- Tactical//Wise//Controlled -

In the wars, both incarnations, Aled proved himself to have a tactical and forward-thinking mindset. He kept his cool under intense situations and always kept a handle on a situation, no matter how much was going on at once. He would plan for every eventuality, an ambush or a screw up or a discrepancy in information, he would have a counter measure. While at his Auror office he became somewhat of an unofficial mentor to the younger, newer Aurors coming into the precinct. He just naturally had a face to trust and he had a way of letting people tell him of their problems and get them to listen to his advice without infringing upon their self worth or masculinity. A very useful quality in a confidante.

- Warm//Charismatic -

When Aled was young he seemed like one of those people who had everything sorted in their life, it was a facade, but at that time it was a good one. People naturally gravitated towards him and throughout his university years he had a large friendship group. He was jolly and loud and added life and laughter to any situation. Older now, some of his charisma has made way for a slower, more gentle character, but he still enjoys laughing and drinking and making merry to abominable hours of the night. Nowadays he is more tactile and affectionate with his friends than loud or aggressively cheerful, enjoying warm and comfortable conversation to shouted lurid jokes while intoxicated.

- Sensuous//Liberal//Flirtatious -

Aled has always seemed the wise and mature counselor whilst at Hogwarts. He emits an aura of calm stability which people cling to and it makes him seem timeless and aloof. It also somehow makes him appear sexless. This is very far from the truth. In actuality Aled is a very sensuous Bisexual person and sex is something he has always treated as pleasurable, necessary and light. Romantically he is technically what one would call Polyamourous, perhaps a reason why married life never suited him, meaning that he loves widely and openly and isnt constrained to only feeling things for single individuals. He has on many occasions been in love with multiple people at one time. After divorcing his wife he really explored this part of himself, taking multiple lovers at one time or another although always ensuring everyone involved knew the situation. After his injury his promiscuity dropped to nothing, first because of his depressed state and then later because suddenly his body felt fragile to him. This feeling dissapated eventually but still he feels slightly cautious around the idea and has abstained ever since.



- Biography -

||Young Life: 1969 - 1989||

"I've been worryin' that my time is a little unclear
I've been worryin' that I'm losing the ones I hold dear
I've been worryin' that we all, live our lives, in the confines of fear."

Edward was born on the isle of Skye off the coast of Scotland. His family wasn't poor as most people believe scots crofters are, in fact they were quite well off in comparison, probably something to do with his mother's witchery. His parents had a very strong relationship, having survived both the revelation that his mother was a witch and that his father had been a Drag Queen in his youth. They had both met in Edinburgh but the young family fled the mainland before Voldemort caught them and Aled grew up quietly and happily amongst towering mountains and treacherous seas along with his younger sister, Moira. Skye became somewhat of a refuge for wizards and witches fleeing the war and Aled's parents risked much to house them and find places for them to lie low. Aled was very aware of these occurrences growing up and their bravery effected him in many ways. However throughout all this he still had to go to school. It became obvious to his parents and his pre-school that he had a good and inquisitive mind and he generally excelled in most things relating to learning. When his magic was discovered at a young age the move from home to Hogwarts was not a difficult one, challenges and new experiences coming easily to him and giving him greater goals to strive for. He was excessively thoughtful of others though, keeping his own problems completely to himself and dealing with them that way as well which eventually became a problem with most of the relationships he had later on in life.

After graduating from Hogwarts with very high OWL scores, especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he very quickly decided he wanted a career in the Aurors, the war still raging and he wanting very desperately to be a part of it. However his parents were discouraging, considering it a waste of his mental capabilities as well as a path that might get him killed. So with this in mind he instead pursued a Muggle degree in Criminal psychology in the University of St Andrews, able to stay relatively unnoticed by possible death eaters and using his cover as a muggle student to help smuggle other less fortunate wizards and witches to Skye and a few times foiling or killing death eaters who came sniffing around. Before he left university however, the war ended and by the time he graduated many of his rescue-es had returned to thank him for his bravery.

His university days had also lead him to the career path he wished to pursue. His undergraduate tutors recognising both his abilities as well as his wishes and very quickly recommending him a career in Police negotiation and, after some consideration and discussion with his family, he dedicated himself fully to this path, though admittedly in a more magical setting. He finished university in the year 1989 and entered a Auror Academy to continue his pursuit of his career, gaining deeper magical combat experience along with a sturdier mindset and an even more hardened exterior. He was very good at empathy, it was discovered, very good at watching a person and understanding their motives and actions. His tutors allowed him special opportunities to meet with experienced negotiators and be present at Auror interrogations of suspect criminals.

||Love and War: 1989 - 2004||

"A warning to the people,
The good and the evil,
This is war.

To the soldier, the civilian,
The martyr, the victim,
This is war."

It was in Auror academy that he met his wife, Catelyn. She was a fiery and passionate person and basically swept him off his feet within months of them meeting. They laughed together and were excited together and generally their romance was pretty average as romances go, having its ups and downs and dramas but remaining steady and durable. She had an adventurous heart at that time and wanted to go to america and after that travel the world once they had finished their training, however Aled did not like the idea, prefering to settle and make a home for themselves somewhere close to his family. But he never properly expressed this, again putting his feelings aside for the sake of others. When they Graduated, both with merit, Aled said goodbye to his family before taking the flight to New York in 1992, his new wife having already bought a house for them in the city. Aled wasn't happy in the city, it was far too busy and loud for his taste. But again he never said anything and finally began his Career as a Auror negotiator for the American Branch of the Ministry of Magic. The district department was very glad to have him, having very few trained Auror's from the Ministry of Magic headquarters, and they eagerly gave him the job and put him to work.

He didnt have a perfect record of success, no one did, but the large majorities of high risk situations he was put into ended well without many casualties and this was definately what Aled enjoyed doing. In 1995 suddenly his job became even more crucial. The second rise of lord voldemort came upon him and as a half-blood he was ever more in the crossfire than most. America was just as beseiged and Death Eater camps and attacks rose within days of the Dark Lord's return. Aled was one of the few Auror's ready for the siege, urging his superiors to make proper preparations while referring back to his experiences in the first war and thankfully he was listened too. Because of this the Aurors were somewhat prepared for the following years as one of the Dark Lord's closet servants took charge of the Death Eater ranks in America and lead them in an assault against the Ministry of Magic. Eventually in a heated and thick battle, Aled dueled him in an intense and lengthy battle and won with help from his comrades, although his wand was destroyed in the process. He took the man's wand and kept it safe but it would be years before he would make use of it.

Aled and Catelyn had fought side by side in the war, excellent dueling partners and incredibly in sync with Catelyn as the aggressor and Aled providing extremely strong defensive spells. Once the war was over they settled back down together and finally started a family with all the joy and happiness a victory had brought them. They had a daughter, Rhona, and Aled doted on her like she was the sun and loved every minute of fatherhood. He was a good father, except for his continuous absence because of his job, which eventually put a strain on his marriage even though he was always there for Rhona when she needed him. Even after their connection in the war, gradually Catelyn and he began to drift apart, sometimes there were rows, sometimes there was silence, but mostly they just began to ignore each other. Once the battles were done, Aled was back into a life in a city and in a country that always ran too hot for him. He disliked everything about his life at that time, except his job and his daughter, and eventually Aled finally expressed it. He ranted about his hatred for their home and his misery at having been dragged halfway across the world from all his family and friends and how much he wrongfully blamed Catelyn for it.

It was the end of their marriage. Catelyn was horribly bitter at having been lied too and pushed away for so many years and Aled was just tired of the whole facade. It was an amicable divorce in general and they determinedly tried to work out the best way for them to still raise Rhona together as a mother and father. It was well thought out and Aled and Catelyn had as much of an equal involvement in her life as possible. Nothing was perfect but they all moved forward together, the first thing they did being moving back to Scotland since Catelyn had lost a lot of love for America while living there as well. During his career, and his deeds in the war, Aled had made quite a name for himself as one of the most daring and successful and brave Auror Negotiators of his generation, many Auror's owing them their lives and reports from his superiors glowing with praise. Therefore it was easy as anything for him to get an Auror Job at the Ministry of Magic, Scotland branch, and he made many allies and friends there, his Scots accent quickly returning with renewed fervour.

||Veteran Years: 2004 - 2019||

"It’s time to strap our boots on
This is a perfect day to die
Wipe the blood out of our eyes

We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breath
We’ll fight to the death
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Woah woah woah whoa
We are soldiers"

Through his years at the Scottish branch he gained more renown and greater experience along with a few more scars to prove it. Since he lost his last wand he had never found one he particularly wished to continue with. He no longer needed a wand as a trusted companion, one to replace his first, that felt wrong to him. Now he wished for a wand to challenge him and a few months into his job he remembered he still had the wand of his enemy in the wars of america. It was a yew wand containing a dragon's heartstring, a very dangerous and volatile mix and one that only very strong willed individuals could control. But somehow Aled felt confident in his ability to command its power and so he had a go. The dragon heartstring seemed to very eagerly accept him as its new master at first, Aled having killed its previous owner, but at that first try it tested him violently, still feeling the influence of its dark hearted ex-master. Aled kept very cool throughout the initial contact and eventually claimed control over its raucous power. He made it his project to pull it back from the dark arts and he eventually succeeded some years down the line, the wand completely accepting his rule in the end. This was another fame point to his name among his colleagues, gaining the joking title of 'knight' MacNeill for having 'tamed the dragon'. He accepted the teasing genially and just continued working to bring down the last vestiges of Death Eaters and supporting his daughter, whom entered hogwarts in 2015.

||Wounded 2019||
"Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
-
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here"

15 years into his position in the head office of Scotland, Aled had been working for some months to infiltrate and route one of the last Death Eater safehouses in scotland. The final attack, that Aled had been planning for weeks, began on a still winter night. He knew he really didnt need to go in himself but he felt obligated to see it through until the end so he lead his own battle-hardened team into the lair. The battle was bloody and visceral but any casualties on Aled's side were quickly dealt with as per his instructions. However in the end, cruel irony meant his cleverness helped everyone but himself. He and some others got cornered by a particularly crazed and powerful witch and in the ensuing firefight Aled was hit multiple times by strange and warped spells while defending his comrades whom had bunkered down behind a rock formation. Aled and his team all made it out alive but the ferocity and chaotic nature of the spells crippled his leg and damaged his nervous system beyond repair and he had to be carried off the battlefield.

After some months in hospital, Aled was released, however he continued to suffer a limp on his left leg along with sporadic seizure-type events that wracked him with uncontrollable pain up his arm and down his side. The shock of how much this effected him settled in some weeks later and he fell into quiet depression, so traumatised by his sudden weak, frail and useless state. He also suffered with some PTSD events from the attack which could have been manageable, however he never sought advice or treatment so it only continued to get worse. He hit a very low point in his life, retracting from his daughter and most of his family and not going outside for weeks at a time. Eventually his colleagues were so worried about him not turning up for work that they called his sister and she fully came to his rescue. She became the lifeline he needed to begin dealing with his situation. She forcefully came to see him everyday, pushed him to come and live with her again in the Hebrides, pushed him into therapy and generally took care of him whether he wanted it or not. She bought him a Dog, Leeda, a massive Irish Wolfhound trained in seizure prediction, so that he could prepare himself before the pain hit. Finally, after months of boisterous, Scots care and attention, he took her suggestion and began looking for a job once more.

||Professor Aled MacNeill: 2020-2023||

"Then from on high - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls, "Remember who you are"
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow

So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Yeah you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle
To be free once more - yeah, that's worth fighting for"

As the Aurors most closely related to Hogwarts, the scottish branch had alot of dealings with the school and he and Professor McGonagall had slowly gained a close trust and friendship with each other over his years on the force. Minerva particularly appreciated his fearless and open attitude to problems and generally hands off approach to the school, allowing her to choose the type of security she required rather than forcing draconian measures on her staff. So when his condition made him incapable of going on missions requiring legwork, he was given the choice between becoming the section head of Auror's in the region, or taking up a seat as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the school. His old colleagues were very eager for him to return, missing him terribly and finding themselves very concerned for him throughout his period of solitude. Even though Aled had great affection for his team-mates, being behind a desk sounded like a very special circle of hell for him and in any case he enjoyed teaching and interacting with young people. So he took the Professorship in 2020 and ever since has been happily engaging himself in teaching, finding the change of pace a great balm for his various issues and discovering an aptitude for teaching and mentoring young people that gives him great contentment. However he is a slightly unreliable tutor, often his skills in negotiation and tactical affairs are so needed and unmatched that Ministry's will request him from all around the world to come and consult with them on various potentially dangerous situations. Therefore supply teachers are often required for his absences, which can sometimes be exceedingly long.



- Relationships -
"May you never lay your head down
Without a hand to hold;
May you never make your bed out in the cold.
You're just like great strong brother of mine;
You're just like a good close sister to me,
And you know that I love you true.
And you never talk dirty behind my back,
And I know that there's those that do.
Oh please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind:
Love is a lesson to learn in our time.
Now please won't you, please won't you
Bear it in mind for me."

Adamina - Battleaxe - Mother
His mother is now 97 years old and yet still going relatively strong. She keeps a very good check on her son and often insists he apparate to see her every week or at least come to stay with his daughter over the holidays. She was always a very important influence on his life, pushing him to stretch himself and being there for him whenever he was scared or overwhelmed. She was a steady rock of dependability in his life and as she draws close to the end of her own, Aled begins to feel that while he loves her, he no longer needs her here, he can stand on his own. She on the other hand, appears to have a different idea about things, especially since his father died.

Garrett - Clown - Father
Deceased. Always a much more lighthearted and flamboyant person than his mother, Aled's father was the one who indulged his son's odd interests and showed him a more eclectic lifestyle. He was always jolly and ready to laugh, however he was also never particularly emotionally available so when he died Aled found that he regretted not knowing him properly and not asking him more about himself.

Moira - Dragon Tamer - Sister
Aled and his sister always got along well, he being well past 8 by the time she was born and so becoming more of a protector than a competitor. Moira on the other hand, had absolutely no need of his assistance and was always a boisterous and tough person with the same determination and strength that Aled himself showed. She knew very quickly that she wanted to go into the research and preservation of Magical creatures, her interest in the natural world growing from the long walks she and Aled took around their island home. Their parents always had a close relationship with the MacFusty Clan and Moira married into the family, taking up the responsibility of managing the dragons native to the Hebridean isles as though it was her calling in life. During the second rise of Voldemort, Moira had to defend the dragons from Death Eaters who sought to enslave them for their cause and in the battles that ensued she lost her eldest son and her Husband was crippled beyond help. She forgave Aled for not being there to save them, but Aled never forgave himself.

Catelyn - Shieldmaiden - Ex-Wife
Aled's and Catelyn's relationship has been an up and down rollercoaster of an adventure and by now they are both very happy to remain friends. The years and years of history between them has gotten to such a level that it doesnt even matter to them anymore. All they both want to do is support their brilliant daughter through her life and always be there to catch her when she falls. This, they can both agree completely on.

Rhona - Little Lion - Daughter
Rhona had always been a constant source of both joy and worry throughout Aled's life. She went through her rebellious phase which was particularly violent and aggressive in its intensity. She revolted against the world she had grown up in and her father's absence and her mother's unpredictability and generally the family she was gifted with. She and her father lost touch a little after she entered Hogwarts but eventually, by her seventh year, the father and daughter had found eachother once more. Rhona suddenly found talking with her mother and getting advice from her completely impossible and liable to make her scream, however her father still seemed reliable and workable with. As a result, in the years before she left home, Rhona moved out of her mother's house and lived with Aled instead. A few years later she had moved out completely and started her career in magical healing.

Andromeda Grace -



- Patronus -


Polar bear's in native tribal history have been thought to have abilities to navigate along the earth’s magnetic lines. They are introspective and able to survive in barren landscapes. They have a great purity of spirit and purpose and a strength in the face of adversity. They are solitary animals and their capabilities in the water have been expanded to them being expert swimmers through emotional waters and finding their way back from the brink. They are creatures of defense and protection and have chivalrous hearts, but they are also associated with revenge. Polar bears are considered intelligent and fearless against all battles, though it also conserves its strength and knows when to fight and when to retreat.

- Boggart -
A horrifying visage of a witch with crazed eyes and blood caking her head and shoulders, her wand glowing green and her mouth emitting a horrendous screeching noise. She bares down on him, somehow taller than him.

- Pet -


Aled has a giant Wolfhound named Leeda. She is both a firm and warm friend and also an important lifeline. She senses when Aled might be going to have a seizure or a spasm and informs him so that he can sit and stop doing whatever dangerous thing it is he might be attempting and wait for it to pass. Few people know this about Leeda, therefore they assume the reason he bring the massive dog everywhere with him is simply because he wants to, which to be honest is half of the truth.



- Wand -

Aled's first wand
Wand Wood: Cypress, 13 inches
Wand Core: Pheonix Feather core.
Flexibility: Sturdy with a fair amount of pliancy in the centre.

He acquired it in the normal way, Olivander barely taking a single look at him before squirrelling back into the depths of his shop and bringing it out for Aled to take. It was a trustworthy and stalwart wand and throughout his school years and into his adult life he took great care of it. However it was destroyed beyond repair during the final battle of the Dark Lord's return in America.

Cypress Wand Wood Lore
Cypress is associated with valour. The great medieval wandmaker, Geriant Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.

Phoenix Feather Core Lore
This is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They how the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

The wand he uses today
Wand wood: Yew. 14 inches
Wand core: Dragon Heartstring
Wand flexibility: Springy

He gained it from a duel with a death eater after killing him during the final battle.

Yew Wand Wood Lore
Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The Witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others.
Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner’s grave. What is certain is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.

Dragon Heartstring Core Lore
As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn quicker than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental. It also tends to be lethally hazardous if combined with Yew or Cherry wood.



- Other -
Aled is very dedicated to his students, running all manner of catch-up sessions for those students struggling, or additional lessons for those students who need more of a challenge to continue being engaged. He is the Duelling Master for the school while also running a self-defense class specially for girls.

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- Appearance -
Aled stands Six foot four inches, thereby looming over most everyone else he comes across. He has broad shoulders and chest and in general his whole body is corded and thick with muscle. He has a pronounced limp on his left leg and often his wand arm seizes up with painful paroxysms. His hair is a light red, showing his true scottish blood, and usually mussy and short depending upon how much effort he feels he should put into his appearance day by day. He has a scruffy beard that can grow very long very quickly, so often one week he will have some simple stubble and then by the next week a full beard will have developed. His face is lined and creased with wrinkles of both concern and smiles and his skin is slightly freckled with quite a pale pigmentation. He has scars covering his body, varying from small burns and cuts on his face and hands, to enormous lacerations down his left leg and side that stretch up to his chest. His eyes are a light icy blue and are deepset into his brow, making him seem more miserable or angry than he actually is. His back is covered in black celtic knot patterns all the way from his broad shoulders down to the small of his back and his right arm also bares some decoration, a bear celtic knot circling his upper arm.

Name: Arcturia Kryik

Species: Turian

Age: 42

Gender: Female

Faction: Alliance

Class: Spectre Vanguard



Abilities

Overload

Charge

Pull

Throw

Armor-Piercing Ammo

Disruptor Ammo

Weapons and armor

Sniper Rifle

Heavy Pistol

Medium Crisis/Hazard Armor

Skills

Arcturia is a master at harsh guerrilla warfare, she can throw herself into a tough situation and survive and succeed with just her agility, cunning and experience to guide her. She is one of the top hand-to-hand combat specialists in the Turian fleet and a dead eye for Sniping. She has experience and skill at leading a Squad, having had a brief and successful stint as a Kabalim, but she prefers to work alone or with a small crew of one or two proved and trusted friends. She gets the job done without a fuss over morality or a crisis of conscience.

Ship specifications

Arcturia Captains a small Turian Frigate with just above a skeleton crew on board. it gets her places fast and quiet while also being able to hold its own in any firefight space battle they might land themselves in. It has both Ablative Coating and heavy Kinetic Shields to deal with whatever fire they might come under and a recently fitted Thanix Cannon to prepare for those few times they might need to fire back. On board, Arcturia has her own battle-ready shuttle that she uses for missions. She has her own pilot but she could fly it herself in a pinch.



Personality

Hard//Tough//Stalwart

Arcturia doesnt do backing down or giving up. She deals with the problem at hand and while she may grumble and mutter about the situation she'll do it while taking out the problem with a heavy Biotic Charge to its face or one precise Snipe to its nether regions. She'll endure anything you can think of and more. Beat her, shoot her, throw her off a cliff, but you'll never break her. She has held the record for longest resistance against torture without dying or giving up the intel for five years running and she plans to beat it if she's ever stupid enough to get captured a second time.

Loyal//Determined//Trustworthy

If Arcturia gives you her trust and friendship then you can expect her to deliver. The problem is knowing when she has because its often hard to tell with her. She might be patting your back and suggesting names for your children one minute, then throwing you to C-Sec and grilling you for drug smuggling charges the next. The best way to know she's got your back is if you have hers (and you arent involved in anything particularly illegal). Still, even like this, it doesnt mean she'll treat you tenderly or gently. Say someone had you at gunpoint and was screaming something about shooting you if she doesnt put her gun down. She'd most likely shoot you herself somewhere mildly non-lethal, use the surprise factor to shoot your captor and then slap on some medigel and drag you back to base. To be honest it takes alot to be Arcturia's friend, but at least you know you wont die.

Harsh//Unyielding//Heartless

Arcturia doesnt care about your children, your wife, your husband, your parents. Arcturia has no qualms with harming innocent civilians if there is no way around it. This doesnt mean she wont try and find another way, she isnt cruel or excessively callous and its in her best interests to leave a place with more friends and allies than when she came. But she has a mission and she intends to report back to the Council with a 'Mission completed' at the end of the day. She's not a renegade, she's not a Paragon, she is just the essence of practicality.

Unwilling Leader//Strategic//Inspiring

Arcturia wouldnt like to admit it but she's good at being a captain. She's done it before and she's probably going to have to do it again but that doesnt mean she'll like it. As a Leader she cant help but take the whole squad under her wing and think of them as entirely her responsibility. She might be ok with sacrificing some buildings, civilians or unknown military but she finds it very hard to sacrifice a squad put under her command. If she does that, it means she did something wrong, she was in control and she screwed up and it would be her fault if any of them didnt come back to their families afterwards. She deals with this heavy guilt fine, but that doesnt mean she likes it and it doesnt mean she'll seek it out. Still, her dedication to the men and women beneath her means ironically that she can quite easily make soldiers ready to die for her, ready to charge into battle guns blazing and ready to follow any order she gives even if it probably means death for them.



Personnel Service History

Pre-Service History

Born in a small mercenary outpost outside Hierachy space, Arcturia and her younger brother Nihlus learned the hard way to fight for what he wanted and just how tough the outlying planets could be. Their father died when Arcturia was nineteen and Nihlus had just turned sixteen and although Arcturia herself had already chosen Military life, their mother forced Nihlus into enlisting not a day after their father was in his grave. In the years Arcturia had been at her base camp, all her rebellious attitude and fury at the system and fury at adults in general had been worked out through lots of hand-to-hand conbat training, basically she had the stuffing beaten out of her until she decided there were more important things in life than acting out. Nihlus on the other hand was not so easily persuaded.

Arcturia had always worried about how her little brother would cope with the discipline of the Army and her concerns were well founded. They were both outsiders, Arcturia somewhat more so given her Biotic talents, and this status made life difficult for them both. Although Arcturia always ensured Nihlus was at the top of his class, his superiors and peers never truly accepted him. Arcturia had no problem with being an outcast but Nihlus had a kinder heart than she did so he always inevitably got in trouble. Arcturia graduated from boot camp a full two years before her little brother did, sent straight off to Cabal training posts without much choice. She tried hard to visit Nihlus when she could but being in a Cabal squad all of her assignments and missions were long, protracted affairs with even more protracted debriefings and shore-leave was scarce. The pair remained in contact but it was weak and strained at best.

Combat History

Arcturia distinguished herself in many different ways during her Cabal career. She worked in a variety of different squads and through her highly recognised skills as a recon scout, often got put on a variety of non-cabal rated assignments. However, no matter how disciplined and by the book she tried to be she was still a bolshie and combative and argumentative soldier with a respect for her higher ups that usually showed as her arguing with them more. This obviously was not something Turian Military ships tolerated and the amount of insubordination charges thrown at her were immense. Her nature continued to the crew as well, some people she would get on with, some not and she'd meet all of them in the combat ring at one point or another. She won almost all of those encounters though, except for this one mission. They were about to hit a Batarian pirate ring, very risky and very tense. She and this sniper had been at eachothers throats even though really they were both just edgy so she suggested theyboth settle it in the ring. She assumed she would knock him flat but it turned out they were the two top ranked hand-to-hand specialists on the ship. He had reach but she had flexibility and it was a hard fought draw, that turned out interestingly later.

Her whole career was an up and down rollercoaster ride. Sometimes she was lauded for her impressive tactics and decisive victories and she would be promoted to the Kabalim, then she would take her squad, disobey orders, succeed anyway in a much better manner but the higher ups criticized her for the disobeidience and she was punished. This usually lead to her squad getting angry and rebellious on her behalf and the whole thing became a mess. There was one instance where she and Nihlus met for a cross squads high profile mission. They were both very happy to see eachother and inevitably with that much skill combined with the lack of authority, they went in together and basically seemed to complete the mission by themselves and they certainly had alot of fun doing it. After the other inevitable furious discharge from their squads they had a drink to catch up and from then on tried to remain in contact with renewed vigour, Arcturia especially feeling a strong pang of need to protect her little brother.

After this mission Arcturia was spotted for Spectre status, her whole career portfolio lighting up as perfect Spectre material. She was monitered for a few single missions and then quickly offered a spot in the special forces, one which she accepted gladly and quickly, her trust and faith and loyalty to the Alliance being instantly forged.

Spectre History (Classified)

Arcturia immediately excelled at Spectre work and her missions became more and more taxing as the Council recognised that they could throw her into whatever god-awful situation and trust her to clear it up with the fewest avoidable casualties and the best outcome. She didnt resent this type of work, hell she loved it, she finally felt challenged and the other Spectres she met actually trusted and liked her. Which was a new experience. Saren in particular she found she got along with very well, though inevitably they disagreed on many things. But Saren was one of her special loyalty comrades, she trusted him and was therefore loyal to him through anything and they both enjoyed a long standing romantic relationship.

It was for these reasons that she pushed Saren towards her little brother, knowing that her biased opinion would not hold much sway with the council, but a warhero like Saren would be able to get Nihlus the attention and training he needed. Happily for Arcturia, not only did Saren help her little brother, he mentored him himself and agreed heartily with her that Nihlus could become a fine Spectre and a great asset to the Council. It was only after Nihlus achieved Spectre status that Arcturia could in fact tell him she was a Spectre herself and explain her relationship with Saren, all of which made the small little family exceedingly happy. They all moved forward with determination and skill and they became renowned amongst Spectres.

When Arcturia was captured by a Batarian and Vorcha highly trained infiltration squad designed to find weaknesses in the Council to exploit and attack, she was reluctantly leading a trapped Squad of Asari Soldiers out of some testing heavy fire. She essentially sacrificed herself for the sake of her Squad and was taken hostage on a silent blacked out crusier on the edge of Batarian Space as far away from Council controlled space as its possible to get. The Council abandoned her for dead and to be honest she didn't blame them, she was gone a whole two weeks before anyone even knew where she had been in the first place. But Saren and Nihlus didn't give up on her. She was tortured in captivity for five months and moved from place to place all over Merc territory before Nihlus picked up a tip of who was holding her and he and Saren went completely Dark, took a ship and warped off to find her. She was rescued just a week later, the pair of Spectres storming the ship and ripping it apart in their search.

They returned to the Citadel a week after that, having kept Arcturia in a private medical station in order to have her healed and fit for the questioning she was bound to receive when she got back. After some intense interviews and tests and various methods to define the truth, it was assured that Arcturia had given away nothing to the Batarians and had in fact fed them false information that was probably going to get them captured. Her status was pretty solidified after that, along with her trust in Saren and Nihlus.

Recently however, Saren has been incredibly distant, in fact she hasnt properly spoken with him for more than six months. It has only just started to concern her and she is using some free time to look for him, Nihlus on a somewhat routine monitering mission for a new potential Spectre, the first Human Spectre perhaps, and so not available to help her. Arcturia senses something, its itching at her mandibles and she cant quite get the feeling of doom out of her head.