[OOC] Hope's Last Stand

[JessieTargaryen]

Hope's Last Stand

There is a storm on the horizon, a monster the likes of which have never been seen before to the unknowing citizens of this world. The coming darkness is stained red with the blood of the many who have fallen before it. The panicked, pained screams of those in worlds past echo in the wind, yet the masses of this world are still yet unaware of what is coming their way. For now, they continue about their lives; trading, hunting, stealing, war, and the likes occurring day to day as if the coming storm were not on the verge of unleashing hell upon their world. Yet many are on-edge as the end comes yet again closer. Kingdoms stand ready to go to war with each other over perceived slights that would have previously slipped by unnoticed. Monsters grow more aggressive in their raids upon the little towns of the magical world as if running for shelter from that which is coming. The blind seers and witches hovering their crystal balls speak of fragile borders between realities, and of the terrible wave of destruction coming their way. However, these whispers are lost to the powers that might be able to mount a response to the coming storm. Their pride too much to admit that something that they might yet need each other, or to even listen to those seers and witches.

While these people may be written off as false prophets, many of their predictions yet come true. The barriers between worlds grow thin, portals open to reveal alternate realities yet close again as quickly as they first appeared. Beings appear randomly, the entire world seems new to them as if they understand a different reality than this one. Monsters and creatures that have never been seen in this world are beginning to manifest, wreaking havoc with local ecosystems and towns. Chaos is starting to bury its vicious talons in the weak fabric of society. When chaos sets in on society, hope and order begin to crumble. You are in this world, whether a native or arrived from another by some strange coincidence. Yet you are still here all the same, and all around you, society begins to crumble under the pressure of the coming storm. The question remains of how you will respond when the storm finally makes its landfall upon these lands.

Hope is on its last legs in the face of the coming storm.

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Character Creation:

No sliders, but there are plenty of options. Seriously, I don't quite like the idea of restricting people to this or that, saying that one thing is completely not allowed under any circumstance or whatever justification other GMs like to use. I've found that on occasion people can surprise me with a character that at first glance should have never been approved, but after a bit of one on one, can be a strong presence in the RP. With a setting as diverse as SW Legends, there are so many possibilities to build off of, so many backgrounds for characters and ways to make something truly unique. To that end, before we get to the character sheet proper and I let you all go to await what wondrous possibilities you provide me with, I do have a few things I would like to comment on regarding characters.

- On the subject of powerful characters, there is a simple rule here I have likely mentioned to each of you already. While I intend for all characters to reach the same approximate power level (unless you want to be less powerful, that is fine as well). What this means is weaker characters will have a chance to grow stronger over the course of the rp, while more powerful characters will stay about the same. That being said, this has nothing to do with character development, as that is always encouraged. Also remember we are all in this together, so having characters that work well together instead of doing all the work themselves is highly encouraged.

- Faces/Appearances. As you will note when looking over the CS, there is both a place for a picture and one for a detailed appearance. I would like both done, and encourage everyone to take that as an opportunity to go into greater detail about their characters. More important here, is the subject of pictures used in general. I've become rather partial to face-claims, and especially the use of gifs and such to show how my characters express themselves a little more… Viscerally. This is by no means a requirement for anyone, and I won't refuse a character on the basis of their CS using a particular art style. Just… Keep it presentable. You know what I mean.

- Characters in general. All that said, I would like to say that a well-structured and detailed sheet will always go over better than one that is essentially a somewhat expanded concept. The character sheet below is one adapted from another RP that I happened to like because not only is it innately structured better than something I could do on my own, but provides many places of opportunity for the player to add detail to their character. Just don't get too involved in creating a character that you may not be as enthused to play as the character once it's done. As someone who has done that before, I would hate to see someone put a lot of effort into a well-written character only to dislike it and not want to RP as it.

Character Sheet

[hider=Character name][[center][h1][color=???]Character name/Title[/color][/h1]
[img]Image or gif of character[/img][/center]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Full Name} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[color=???][b]|[u] {Age} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[color=???][b]|[u] {Species} [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[color=???][b]|[u] {Gender} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Male/Female/Neither/Cuddle Crusader[/indent]
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[color=???][b]|[u] {Alignment} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Your DnD alignment here[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] World [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]The world which your character hails from.[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Self-explanatory, cover at least the basics to some detail.[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Physical Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Any and all strictly non-magicky abilities your character may have. This includes, but is not limited to combat skills, natural ability or learned skills.[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Magical Abilities} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Strictly magicky-abilities your character may have. Only include this section if your character is a magic-user. Anything that may affect your character's ability to be influenced by magic would fall under the Physical Abilities section or the Limitations section, such as if your character was of a species naturally resistant, or was perhaps more susceptible to the mind trick power. This also includes abilities from Divine Sources, Chi, or any other means that isn't achievable via irl conditions.[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Limitations} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Any and all limitations that your character may possess.[/indent]
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[color=a187be][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]This, along with the Backstory section should be the more detailed areas of the CS.[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Quite simply, where your character came from and a brief bit on their upbringing.[/indent]
[color=???][b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]A history of your character showing important events in their past, and most particularly how they came to be part of the mercenary group and what they've done since joining.[/indent][/hider]

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Worlds of the RP:

NOTE: This section is not finished as some of the various members are still writing their worlds, will be updated as more information is given.

Fayarea:

Fayarea

World name: Fayarea

Fayarea was once a peaceful utopia, one massive landmass floating seamlessly in an endless void. However, those days are long gone for the ancient land. Millennia ago, chaos grew within the peaceful empire of old and soon boiled over into a bloody civil war. Records are long lost of what came next, except that the landmass was fractured by the conflict. Where once there was one continuous land, four massive continents now floated in the endless void. Islands hung in between these continents, ringed in as if being protected from the void. Its survivors built new empires on these landmasses and hoped to start again. However, the history of bloody conflict was not yet finished with this world...

Political:
The political climate of Fayarea is one that can be simply described as chaotic. Across the lands, four main civilizations struggle for dominance. While the islands in between are saved from this eternal battle of intrigue, espionage, and war there is little peace to be found there. Instead, the islands are ruled by the law of the swords. Pirates sail between the small towns and cities upon these islands, offering protection or raiding cities held by rival gangs.

Major Civilizations:

Detuni Dominion

Occupying the heavily forested North-Western continent, the Detuni Dominion worship the old empire as Gods, their many cities built around or within the remnants of the old empire. The capital of the Detuni Dominion, Daastin, sits within a mountain at the center of their continent. This mountain being the tallest in the lands, its summit still unreachable by modern means. Although atop the mountain sits a large, mostly intact relic of the old empire. Its brilliant light moving about the Detuni lands as a searchlight constantly.

The Detuni see all other civilizations as uneducated savages, as they have yet to be enlighted by the old empire, or the 'Old Gods' as the Detuni would call them. This is manifested by way of Detuni missionaries, who also work as spies, being sent to other civilizations to try to convert them to the truth of the Old Gods. This is only not true for the Feyri Order, who the Detuni have cut off all contact with and have occasional border conflicts with. The two empires have not engaged in active warfare since they fought each other to a standstill in the hundred-year war many moons ago. With the other empires, the Detuni enjoy a peaceful relationship with, though their missionaries are often trying to subvert, sabotage, convert, or otherwise give their home empire the upper hand with varying success. The Detuni do actively send out forces into the islands in between to purge the pirates and 'liberate' the citizens of the islands. This often means subjugating and converting to their beliefs. This met early success, with the islands closest to the Detuni falling under their jurisdiction. But as of late, the pirates have managed to amass enough strength to resist the Detuni fleets.

The Detuni are particularly skilled with magic, and applications of it. As such they possess a rather high level of arcano-tech. The Detuni are made up of a mix of humans, elves, orcs, and mouse-kin. Every race within their empire is seen as equals and can be chosen as the next 'Enlightened', a religious leader who also has absolute power over the state. Every citizen within the Detuni empire is tested for their magical prowess at a young age. Those who are capable of wielding magic lead a normal life, and are trained in how to use this ability. From there they can then freely choose whatever career path they wish to pursue. While those who cannot use magic are sent directly to the military academies. Here they are trained day in and day out, to the point of near-death almost every day. Along with arcano-tech grafts and experiments, this creates soldiers and police that are fearsome to the hilt.

Imperium of Megin

The Imperium of Megin occupies the nearly barren volcanic deserts of the South-Western Island. The Imperium seeks to avoid the mistakes of the Old Empire by raw strength. Their harsh environment forces the Imperium to live either below ground or on the very outskirts of their home. Their capital, Trelleborg, is the only exception to this rule. Sitting below a large outcropping of volcanic rock the city is heavily fortified against any and all raids. It sits at the foot of the gigantic volcano that is at the center of their island, with lava streams on either side of the city. The walls and defenses mounted atop these walls make it near impossible to breach via the air, leaving the tunnels below the ground which are rigged to collapse if needed as the only way into the city. The Imperium sees this conquest of a harsh land as a testament to their strength. Their continent has almost no remaining relics of the Old Empire, as those that were there have long since been destroyed by the volcano at the center of their island.

The Imperium sees other civilizations and people as wards which they must protect and guide away from the mistakes of old. As such, they also often must punish a ward for stepping out of line from the goals of their protectors. This in the past has taken place in the form of quick, yet bloody wars that often left their enemies reeling from the chaos and destruction that had come on like a tidal wave. This caused the once many island empires to fall under the Imperium's might, though it never kept these territories for itself. While it holds a positive relationship with the Detuni today, it was not long ago that the Imperium tried to invade and destroy their fellow civilization. This was met with a firm rebuttal from the Detuni, but the Imperium managed to power through and win a narrow victory. As such, the Detuni have ceased to send missionaries to the Imperium and pay a tribute every year. The Imperium and the Feyri Empire are currently engaged in a violent war, ravaging the lands of both nations and leaving many corpses in its wake. This comes as the Imperium is moving to defend their close ally, the Amicitia Alliance, from the Feyri Order's attempted genocide of their nation. Because of this, the Imperium is unable to send their forces out to protect the islands from the pirates that are commonly in that void. The Amicitia Alliance is the closest ally of the Imperium, the two enjoying a beneficial relationship as the Alliance provides much-needed resources for the Imperium to survive, while the Imperium provides military force to help protect the alliance and allow them to keep to their pacifistic ways.

The Imperium is mainly consisted of by Dwarves, with the three minorities being wolfkin, dragonborn, and centaurs. The Dwarves are the dominate race, forming an upper class that ranks above the other races in their highly militaristic society. The dwarves are the officers, the generals. They are born into this position and trained since birth to lead and strategize. The dragonborn make up the NCOs, the leaders of the platoons and individual squads. The Centaurs are the cavalry, while the wolfkin are the basic infantry. The Imperium also employs the usage of lizardfolk slaves, having conquered their island empire long ago. Every member of the Imperium must serve a minimum of 50 years in service to the military, as the average lifespan is around 150 years. The Imperium is largely incapable of arcane arts but makes up for their lack of magical ability through training, prowess, and impressive technology. They are currently in an area where most of their technology is powered by coal and burning oils. Some older tech still exists that is based off steam power, and gunpowder is widely used for canons, gatling weaponry, explosives, and the occasional musket. The empire is not very religious, believing that devout religion simply sews discord that disrupts the strength of the Imperium.

Amicitia Alliance

The Amicitia Alliance resides upon the South-Eastern island; one consisting of pleasant rolling plains, mountains, and lakes. Overall it is a picturesque landscape, the only blemishes upon it being the shattered remnants of the Old Empire. In various places around the lands, massive metal towers stick out of the ground. However these 'vaults' have been locked since the Old Empire found, and scholars can only guess at the purposes of these enormous structures. The Alliance once was multiple separate tribes who lived on this island but have long since decided to cast aside their ways of violence and form a single country for the prosperity of all. As such, they have since united into a democratic government that heavily enforces the pacifistic views of the civilization.

The Alliance is currently at peace with the Detuni Dominion, enjoying a rather profitable trade deal with the two empires. However, the religion that the Detuni believes in has started to take root within the Alliance, something which the Alliance is unaware of being due to the other empire's direct interference. They are also close allies with the Imperium of Megin. A relationship which goes back hundreds of years, and is something which both empires hold dear to themselves. This is shown now in how the Imperium is currently fighting in defense of the Alliance against the Feyri Order, who launched a surprise genocide campaign against the Alliance in recent years. The Alliance is the most advanced empire when it comes to healing magics, as well as other typically 'support' magic. This service is often employed by the military forces of their fellow empires. Even the Feyri Order will use their prisoners to heal their forces before execution.

The Alliance is made up of Gnomes, Haflings, Orcs, Elves, Humans, and Tieflings. Each of these species being one of the many nations that joined together to form the alliance. Every species has equal rights within the empire, as do those from outside nations. Although the outsiders are not allowed certain liberties such as a trial for committing crimes with the empire, or the ability to vote during the elections.

Feyri Order

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Cultural:

History:

Valkoria:

Valkoria

Type: Single Realm.

History:
Still suffering the fallout of a 50-year long war between the five major nations of the realm, Valkoria is a broken and bloodied world. However, the war was not the first of Valkoria's bloodshed, for over 12,000 years the mortals of Valkoria were ruled over by Dragon Lords, beings with near God-like power and abilities whose scales seemed impenetrable to normal weaponry and whose firey breath could turn stone fortifications into flowing rivers of magma, their rule was brutal and their word absolute. But this also proved to be their downfall, in secret, the mortals of Valkoria came together and put aside their different races and creeds to form The Order of Light, an organisation dedicated to the sole purpose of finding a weakness in the Dragons apparent invulnerability.

This weakness would appear just 500 years ago when the mortals would discover the existence of half-breeds for the first time. These children of the Dragons, usually the result of a Dragon and one of their many slaves and concubines, proved invaluable in The Orders study of their supposed Lords and after much trial and tribulation, they would strike gold. Lightning, an element previously thought to only be useable by the Dragons was discovered to be the only way to break through their scales and slay them. These first initiates as they became known would give the Mortals a fighting chance against the Dragon Lords though it would still prove an uphill battle.

It would take over 100 years and cost the lives of countless millions for the Dragons rule over the majority of the realm to come to an end but the mortals would eventually succeed. Unfortunately for Valkoria's people, it would prove near impossible to remove the Dragons completely after they fortified themselves along with their remaining loyal supporters inside the Valley of the Damned. After a further 100 years of grinding their faces against the brick wall that was the Valley, The Order felt its best move would be to move to a tactic of firefighting and excursions made by the Dragons and their forces rather than waste more lives trying to break the barricades. And this tactic has worked well for the last 300 years, the Dragons excursions haven't stopped but the damage they cause has been severely mitigated.

Unfortunately for the Mortals the relative subsidence of the Dragon attacks and the perceived ease with which The Order were dealing with those that did happen lead to the new nations that had formed beginning to turn on each other. When the Dragons originally carved up the Realm between themselves they paid little attention to the various communities and cultural groups they tore apart and the tensions this would lead to when the mortals formed their own nations only caused more bloodshed on Valkorian soil.

50 years ago these tensions would reach a boiling point when The Kingdom of the Golden Dawn, the northernmost province of the realm and the only province to share a border with the Dragons, struck out against its neighbouring provinces by using historical land claims as their reasoning. Yet instead of uniting against the attackers the rest of the nations used this new war as an excuse to do the same and by years end Valkoria had been plunged into a realm wide conflict once again.

Luckily The Order was allowed to remain mostly neutral during this conflict, with only a few of its members and fighters going back to their homes to fight. While their neutrality would allow The Order to maintain their vigilance against potential attacks by the forces of the remaining Dragon Lords it also drew them much ire from nations governments and citizens. It seemed that the memories of Valkorian citizens were incredibly short since they had stopped entertaining the idea that the Dragons were still a serious threat in only a few hundred years. This would cause The Order to take more of a back seat role in Valkorian society, its Dragon Slayers who were once hailed as heroes of the realm now became ghosts to society.

[Alfhedil]

You look to be in CRUSADING DISTANCE

[Amalyra]

Will be looking forward to how this goes ^-^

[JessieTargaryen]

Its been like two months, but hey here is my sheet!

Arla of the Black Flame

Arla of the Black Flame

| {Full Name} |

Arla S’lieth

| {Age} |

19

| {Species} |

Halfbreed Dragon

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Alignment} |

True Neutral

| World |

Valkoria.

| {Appearance} |

The girl is generally seen as a rather exotic beauty even among her own world. With a dark colored skin tone, she already stands out from the human forms of most other dragons in the world. As they often enough tend to choose lighter skin tones for themselves. Her hair is kept short and a bit wild, something that is often pointed towards her rather rebellious nature as a youth. She is in almost as top a condition as one could get, despite her rather generous curves. She does bear signs of her draconic heritage, in the form of black scaly growths on her skin. Along with the large black wings from her back, tail, and the two horns sprouting from her head. She generally dresses in outfits that are simple enough to allow her freedom of movement if she is attacked, as well as outfits that she feels look cute enough to appease the young girl.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Flight - Arla is capable of flying via the large wings sprouting from her back, as well as hovering in the air.
• Bow and Arrow Accuracy - Arla is very accurate and excellent at handling a bow and arrow, coming from years of experience using such a weapon.
• Stealth - Arla is pretty adept at fighting from the shadows, and keeping to the shadows until it is needed that she strike.
• Agility - Arla is a very acrobatic/agile fighter.
• Strength - Arla has enhanced strength typical of the Halfbreeds.
• Talon Fighting - Arla has a unique close quarters fighting style focused around using the taloned gauntlets she wears.
• Resistant to Fire Damage - Arla is resistant to fire damage, as it typical of halfbreeds.
• Enhanced Senses - Arla has night vision, along with an enhanced sense of smell due to her draconic heritage.

| {Magical Abilities} |

• Black Fire - Arla is one of the few capable of producing black flames, and as a result of her fire-related magic is black in color. This also causes said flames to burn hotter than usual, hence their revered state back in her home world.
• Lightning Magic - Arla is capable of utilizing lightning type magic.
• Fire Magic - Arla is capable of utilizing fire type magic.
• Magical Arrows - Arla is capable of casting her spells in the form of arrows shot from her bow, which activate upon impact.

| {Limitations} |

• Magical Novice - Arla is a novice in casting magic, as such she is really only capable of simple spells, and these spells are weaker than those who have received training or had more practice in wielding magic.
• Lightning Vulnerability - Arla, like all of her kind, is vulnerable to lightning based attacks.
• Naive - Due to her young age, Arla does not have as much worldly experience as others might have, leading her to act in manners which one might consider foolish or dangerous.
• Fragility - Despite being agile and strong, Arla is comparable to a glass cannon. She is not able to resist damage very well.
• Wasteful Mana - Arla as a novice mage also uses up mana rather quickly, and is not very efficient in her usage of it. This leads her to run out quickly, which will tire her out and cause her to pass out. The possibility is even there for her to die from loss of mana.

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| {Personality} |

Arla is very much a young, naive girl in most aspects of how she acts. Often enough wearing her heart on sleeve, it isn’t overly difficult for one to figure out how she feels about them, or how she is feeling about the current situation. She has a typically excitable nature and is a rather smart young girl. Although her temper is equally easy to see flare up, as she has a rather short fuse on an anger that burns hot for a very long time. Arla is slow to forgive someone for angering her, and she makes it clearly known when she is angry with somebody. Her emotions tend to cloud her rational thought rather easily, and the girl will not hesitate to act upon her emotions. Arla is also vehemently against being forced to do something because ‘its her place’ or any sort of destiny. She hates the idea that she was put on this plane of existence for a specific purpose and instead would rather cast those shackles off and carve her own place in life.

Inwardly, Arla is a rather lonely individual. Due to how she was raised, she craves the attention and affections of others. No matter how she must go about obtaining those affections, she craves the idea that somebody loves her the way she was lacking for most of her life. She is very naive and overly trusting towards others who seem to be wanting to do something to help her, or are at least being nice to the young dragon. She has a few fears, mostly relating around abandonment, as she has a dark thought in the back of her mind that her mom did abandon her. Another of her fears being that of close spaces, due to the treatment she experienced while captured by humans during one of her various outings into the world. The girl also has a seemingly random hatred for minotaurs, and refuses to illuminate why she hates the creatures so vehemently.

| {Place of Origin} |

Arla of the Black Flame was raised among the dragons, despite being born from a dragon slayer mother. She was raised within the estate of one of the contenders for the Dragon Throne, Deimros. Her father being none other than Deimros himself. Despite this, the young girl was not raised as any sort of nobility. More as a servant, with very little rights and as a sort of abomination by the other dragons. Though her father constantly deceived her into thinking she was doing what was right. Arla received training in various subjects, such as combat and statesmanship so she could one day take her place as Queen. A queen under the thumb of her father. She had her ‘guards’ though they were more seen as handlers to a disgusting abomination. As such, the girl would periodically act out against her father just to earn some form of attention.

| {Background} |

Being born as the result of a brokering of peace between the forces under the Great Dragon Deimros and the dragon slayers, Arla was never destined to have what could be described as a perfect like. Taken from her mother mere moments after she was born to be raised among the dragons, Arla never knew what it would be like to have a mother. She grew up in her father’s estate, constantly being told to do what she was told. Of course, her father twisted her young mind to make her think that her treatment and everything he gave her was because he loved her. His lies innumerable in order to ensure her blind obedience and loyalty. Throughout the years she was trained in various aspects of life she would need; combat, statesmanship, the likes in order to one day take a spot she was assured to be hers as the Queen. Of course, this would be a queen under the thumb of her father who would be controlling her every move from the background. At the estate, she was also treated as less than the other dragons that lived there by many of those living there. As she was seen as some abomination, a thing that was three-quarters dragon and only one-quarter human. A truly despicable little existence. Yet this jealousy and treatment only grew worse over the years as it was revealed that she was one of the fabled black dragons, with her scales and such being as black as midnight. This further showing whenever she was learning magic, and all her fire spells held the same coloring as her scales and burned hotter than those of other dragons.

For years this cycle continued, until a visitor arrived at her father’s estate that would go on to change the future of that world. A female, who had small horns atop her head, a tail unlike those of the dragons, yet with oddly draconic eyes. She bore with her an oversized axe as her weapon, and carried herself into the estate with nary a hint of unease despite not having alerted the lord to her arrival. Yet none of the guards dared move on her, her presence inspiring more fear within them than what their master would do later. Arla knew not what this woman wanted, as she simply watched from afar while the being had a meeting with her father in his private chambers. When she left, the signs of a changing future quickly became apparent to the young girl. Her father announcing that plans had changed, and that they now had a way for the dragons to reclaim the power that had been so wrongfully stolen from them all those years ago. In the next few months, various other dragon clans began to visit her father as they planned for some great war against the Dragon Slayers. While Arla herself was given the specific mission of finding and assassinating a single target in the war. A slayer named Avelith, who apparently had some sort of information that could be used to defeat the dragons in the coming war.

On the day of the battle, everything was chaos as blood was shed, until the dragons enacted their masterplan. A spell which they learned from their visitor herself, one which would rid the world of those damned slayers. Despite this, her prey had managed to get away from her in the chaos of the fighting. When she returned home, her father’s orders changed from having to kill the woman she was sent after. Instead, she was tasked with finding this woman and following along with her. Reporting back on whatever worlds she visited, and every bit of information she could get to a new superior. Instead of reporting to her father, Arla was told that she would be reporting in to none other than their visitor. Who was, for some reason, rather interested in learning about the girl’s former prey. Whether it be to ensure the job is finished, or some other nefarious purpose she was not told. Then she was given a story, an identity, of a survivor from the great battle who had been shunted from her home by the massive amounts of power released that day. How she was an innocent creature, who had only been trying to protect a group of innocents caught in the chaos. Then she was sent along her way after her prey, though due to the draconic forces not understanding extraplanar travel in the ways their visitor did, she was instead shunted to a different world and left to her devices. Something Arla hoped would wind up working out in the long run, and allow her to get back on track with her mission...

Feel free to use this as a reference if needed!

[Amalyra]

Smolcerer

Alythana of The Red

| {Full Name} |

Alythana Vennelis

| {Age} |

18

| {Species} |

Miqo’te (Cat girl)

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Alignment} |

Neutral Good

| World |

Hydaelyn

| {Appearance} |

Alythana is 5’0” in height with pale skin and a lithe build. Her hair and tail is snow white in color along with the fluffy ears perched on top of her head. She has red eyes with vertically slitted pupils and has red markings on her cheeks. She is usually dressed in her red gambeson along with a black scarf, bracers, skirt, and thighboots. Her outfit is adorned with golden accents on her pauldron, belt buckle, and skirt. She also has a seal of the Crimson Order, a gift from her mentor, attached to her scarf with a silver chain.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Martial Prowess - Alythana is quite skilled with the use of most bladed weapons but is most adept with her rapier. Throughout her journey with her teacher, she learned how to use many weapons but was mostly taught how to use the rapier to near perfection, thus shaping her fighting style to prefer quick, precision strikes at the appropriate time.

| {Magical Abilities} |

Red Magic - Alythana is adept practitioner of red magic, a combination of white magic, comprised of the air and earth elements that are less destructive as well as healing magic, and black magic, comprised of more destructive elements such as fire and lightning. In addition to aspected spells, she can also control raw, unaspected magic to attack her foes with. Typically, spells are casted in a traditional manner using the caster’s internal reserves in order to both attack and build up the magical reserves in their weapon, beginning with a weaker, quicker, spell before weaving in a stronger one with a technique known as dual-casting. Once the magical reserves in their weapon are filled, the caster rushes forward and expends aforementioned reserves by unleashing an onslaught of magically charged attacks, before the caster retreats to begin the process again.

| {Limitations} |

Balanced Casting - In order for Alythana to fully make the most of her spells, she must alternate between the usage of white and black magic. If she were to focus on one side over the other, her control and the potency of her magic would be compromised, rendering her unable to use her stronger abilities while weakening what she is still able to cast until she is back in balance.

Unacclimated Magic - Due to Alythana having used aether to cast her magic for all her life, the sudden shift from using one source of magic to a new one has impaired the potency of her spells. She is effectively locked out of her most powerful spells until she is able to become acclimated to the new source of magic and effectively manipulate it.

Arcane exhaustion - Because red magic draws on the user’s own source of magic, it can become quite taxing on the body. Although Alythana has trained in order to increase her stamina with the arcane arts, if a fight lasts for too long or causes her to use too many advanced spells she’ll often find herself both physically and mentally exhausted.

| {Equipment} |

Murgleis

Murgleis is Alythana’s primary and only weapon. It is comprised of a rapier and a magicked crystal medium. When wielding the weapon normally, the rapier is in her right hand while the crystal floats just above her left or simply just floats behind her. When casting spells, the rapier is held with the blade facing downward and the crystal placed on the weapon’s pommel, giving it the appearance of a mage’s scepter. When sheathed, the rapier is slid into its scabbard and the crystal medium is attached to her belt.

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| {Personality} |

Alythana’s personality is one of a just and helpful person, willing to help others in need just as her teacher once did before her. She maintains a professional and graceful demeanor while focused on her task. Though she is fairly young, a youth full of travelling and training with her teacher has conditioned her to not be averse to killing, though she would still much prefer to defeat someone and take them alive over killing them. She is still fairly naive though, not having experienced many tragic or traumatic experiences in her life, and tries to see the good in everyone she encounters regardless of their past actions. In a more comfortable and relaxed setting however, she is very casual with most people she comes across and is actually quite curious. She’s an eager learner, though unfortunately she loses her gracefulness in the process. It is not uncommon that one can find her in random or strange positions as she’s reading a book and sometimes, quite often actually, she’ll run into something while she’s reading, lost in her thoughts, or even while she’s in an interesting conversation with someone.

| {Place of Origin} |

Alythana hails from the realm of Eorzea, specifically from the city-state of Ala Mhigo on the continent of Aldenard, with a modest upbringing.

| {Background} |

Alythana was born in Ala Mhigo, a recently conquered city-state of the Garlean Empire. For all of her life she was raised under Imperial rule, watching as her parents and others in the city-state struggled under the abusive treatment of the Imperial garrison as well as the heavy taxes imposed. For the most part in her early life, she was protected by her parents from their harsh reality and was able to have a somewhat normal childhood for a time. That is, until the fragile barrier her parents had set up around their daughter was shattered by the Imperials at their door. The memory of her parents being dragged out as they begged for their daughter to run would forever be ingrained into the young girl’s mind. She fled her home in tears, working her way towards the home of an old family friend, X’rhun Tia, for safety. After spilling out the information of what transpired through sobs and tears, X’rhun Tia led them away from Ala Mhigo and soon enough away from the Gyr Abania region all-together as they began to wander the land of Eorzea. As they wandered the land, picking up the occasional odd job to sustain themselves, Alythana slowly began to show an aptitude for the magical arts. Upon noticing this, X’rhun took it upon himself to nurture her magical growth, mentoring her in the ways of the Red Mage. As she matured, Alythana grew into a very formidable Red Mage, often aiding her mentor with their more complex jobs or in case any job ends up going south. One day during their travels however, X’rhun catches wind of a disturbing plot being led by Lambard, an old comrade of his. During their investigation of this sinister plot, they manage to rescue a girl known as Arya who they deemed was in the process of being turned into another one of Lambard’s mindless slaves. She ends up joining Alythana and X’rhun as their comrade during their investigation, eventually even becoming a Red Mage alongside them once she showed an aptitude for magic. Eventually, the trio of Red Mages managed to confront Lambard to end his plot, only for Lambard to make use of his ill gotten powers to injure X’rhun to the point where he cannot fight anymore. Alythana and Arya stepped in to defend their mentor and together they managed to defeat Lambard. When the two thought everything was over though, Lambard poured all of his aether into one final attack aimed directly for X’rhun. Seeing that it was too late to stop Lambard, Alythana jumped in to take the attack instead, unknowingly being transported to another dimension as a result.

[JessieTargaryen]

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Kayleigh Jeikos

Kayleigh Jeikos

| {Full Name} |

Avelith Lockheart

| {Age} |

124

| {Species} |

Half-breed Human/Dragon

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Alignment} |

Chaotic Good

| World |

Valkoria.

| {Appearance} |

From a distance Kayleigh looks no different to a normal human woman aged 20-25, standing at 5’8” with pale white skin and long red hair tied back in a braid but upon closer inspection, it is clear that she is anything but. Running across her entire body is a thin layer of scaling barely visible to the naked eye as its pigment matches her skin perfectly; it is only on her forearms and lower legs where it becomes openly visible. With almost golden like patches of scaling forming as Greaves and Gauntlets. Constantly training or away fighting, Kayleigh is in almost peak physical condition at all times but has never been overly muscular, often being told that if she weren't an abomination her near perfectly toned figure and pretty face would make her quite a hit at the local brothel.

There is one other major oddity, however. Upon her back, Kayleigh bears a tattoo which was given to her at a young age. “Aan Kul Gein Neh Yah Kein. Nuz Aan Onik Gein Ulse Lost Koraav Fah Nii.” Roughly translating to “A good person never seeks war. But a wise one eternally has awareness for it.” in the tongue of the Dragons.

Precious few have seen her without some form of armour on, be it her more comfortable and slightly form-fitting fabric under armour or the full suit of hand-crafted enchanted armour, Kayleigh doesn't like to expose herself very often due to the outright hatred and racism she has faced. Her armour and weapons green tinge comes from the metal with which it is crafted, Nepryx, a rare metal found mostly in the dwarven holds and when mixed with steel when crafting weapons and armour, gives the item crafted enchanted properties and when mixed with a half-breed's ability to control lightning gives their equipment a hefty advantage in combat.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Fire resistance: Owing to her naturally occurring scales Kayleigh is almost immune to fire damage just like her pure Dragon cousins.
• Defensive fighter: Though she has always preferred a melee brawl to hurling endless spells around Kayleigh has never been one to commit aggressively to a fight, preferring to put her opponents on the back foot by blocking their blows instead of outright attacking, frustration is the name of the game and an opponent's frustration leads to mistakes which is when Kayleigh strikes.
• Heightened senses: Kayleigh's heritage has been both a blessing and a curse for her entire life, while the outright racism and intolerance she can face while on missions certainly put a damper on things the increase in her senses goes just a little way to make life easier while out and about. Compared to a normal mortal it seems like Kayleigh has a sixth sense given her almost perfect reaction times in fights, but in truth, it comes down once again to her heritage over anything else.
• Inhuman strength: Much like her 5 senses being amplified her physical strength is also fat beyond that of a mere mortal. Able to put a hole through a stone wall with her bare fist with little to no effort.
• Enchanted equipment: Having to learn to both make and maintain your own armour and weapon gave young Kayleigh a sense of responsibility towards her equipment, the fact that her sword also contains a fragment of her very soul also provides a little incentive too. Made from a mix of Nepryx and Steel her equipment has a slight greenish tinge compared to normal armour and weapons but it is this green tinge that reveals its power. Able to act as a conduit for her lightning abilities in order to be more useful against her Draconic foes.

| {Magical Abilities} |

• Though magic of both the offensive and defensive types comes naturally to her Kayleigh has always preferred the clashing of metal to the waving of hands in order to best an opponent, though this doesn't mean she won't use magic in order to gain an advantage.
• Lightning arrow: Conjures a bow of pure lightning energy and once drawn backfires a lightning bolt up to 100m before it dissipates.
• Lightning Spear: With a click of her fingers a bolt of pure lightning manifests in her hand, able to be used as a shocky whack stick or thrown at opponents, although it lacks armour piercing ability it can deal tremendous shock damage to lightly armoured foes.
• Fire mastery: Mastery of fire is perhaps the most natural ability a half-breed has in their arsenal coming as naturally to them as breathing does. Be it spouting torrents of fire from their hands to hurling balls of fire at opponents the world's greatest equaliser can be like putty in her hands.

| {Limitations} |

• Weakness to Lightning: The double edge to her near immunity to fire is a rather hefty intolerance to Lightning damage, another near mirror match of her Dragon cousins means that the very element she wields to slay them can slay her just as easily if not more so.
• Powerful yet costly magic: While the magical abilities available at Kayleigh’s fingertips are undoubtedly powerful, being able to bring down a dragon with a click of her fingers is no easy feat, rapid use of her spells consumes almost all of her mana in only 4-5 uses.
• Headstrong: Often taking her abilities for granted Kayleigh feels a certain sense of superiority over mere mortals. And while completely true it has on more than one occasion cost the lives of the people she was supposed to protect.

| {Equipment} |

• “Hind”: Translating to hope from Dragon tongue, It has been Kayleigh’s best friend and savior since she was 23. Forged in the sacred forge of The Order and imbued with a part of her very soul this sword has a kill count higher than some entire armies.

| {Personality} |

Kayleigh can often come across as reclusive in social settings. Mostly as a result of being ostracized for being the only true half-breed among her peers Kayleigh prefers to keep to herself and the few who are actually close to her. Very rarely are her true thoughts known except when absolutely vital Kayleigh prefers to wear her heart on her cheek rather than her sleeve. The only time she openly states her feelings is when it comes to her name, despite everything she learned when the truth about her past came out she chose to continue living as Kayleigh instead of changing her name back to Avelith, she'd spent over 100 years not knowing anything else so why should she change it. To date the only person allowed to call her Avelith and not receive an earful is her father.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born out of the unlikely relationship between a human fire mage and the then High Queen of the Dragons, Kayleigh was always destined to have anything but a normal life. Born Avelith Lockheart in a human village far in the north of the Dwarven Holds territory she was orphaned aged 5 after her mother's untimely death in suspicious circumstances, her father gave her to The Order fearing the same fate could befall her. The Order would hide her identity by giving her a complete name change and hiding all records of her family and her past in their archives. Though she would eventually find out the truth about her past it would not change her mind about who she was, having lived as Kayleigh for over 100 years. Growing up in The Order was in no way easy compared to the life she could have had, most of her education was spent honing her abilities in magic usage and being taught to wield a sword since she was old enough to lift one has left her rather numb to the world outside of The Order's castles.

| {Background} |

Completing her trials aged 25 Kayleigh became a full operative in The Order and was assigned to a slayer team by age 30. Her master Jaghu whom she had come to see as her father figure would be made the mentor of her team, along with the teams Mage Marcus Allbright and an archer named Falkir Vel'ath, they would become one of The Orders most successful hunt teams, undertaking missions in almost every part of the realm no matter the abuse they would receive. This would be the norm for many years, going on assignments to villages and towns being terrorised by Dragons or their forces. Life would remain the same for almost 100 years, a life of training, fighting, sleeping, rinsing and repeating. Her differences compared to other Order Members left her mostly ostracised by all but her own team who had come to see her as their little sister in a way.

Once the information about her past came to light one might have thought that Kayleigh would respond with outrage or violence given everything that had been hidden from her. But it would be just the opposite that happened, when her master who’d been given the unenviable job of telling her that technically she was High Queen of the entire realm and that The Order had hidden it from her, sat down and told her, Kayleigh's response was a simple shrug of the shoulders, In fact the only piece of information that got any sort of a response from her was that her father was still alive and that she and she was permitted to meet him. It baffled many that she could be so indifferent to this news but to Kayleigh she didn’t care, a lifetime of racism, sexism, and assaults had left their mark and as a result she was now numb to caring about anything or anyone but herself and her friends, let alone being a queen of people that hated her very existence.

For the last 20 years Kayleigh would begin to form a relationship with her father, meeting him at the palace in the Valley of the Damned was emotional at first, her father broke down in tears and even the Royal Black Guard bowed before her, according to them she was the spitting image of her mother and they couldn’t be happier. The mood dampened when she informed them that she had no intention of taking the throne despite it being rightfully hers, but this would not stop her father doting on her as he had always wanted to. However, outside of this, she would experience perhaps the lowest point of her life. Being left to feel cheap and used at the hands of a monstrous Dragon and his conniving truce deal with The Order Kayleigh would fall into a depression after having her child quite literally ripped from her arms only hours after it was born. Yet the lowest of lows would also lead Kayleigh to her highest of highs, after sharing her moments of weakness with Marcus, the teammate she trusted most and she would come to rely on the man emotionally over the next few years. However, any sense of happiness and normalcy that Marcus brought back to her life would all be cut short with the arrival of a stranger from another world.

The beginning of the End

Kayleigh woke to the sound of commotion coming from the entrance to her tent, her eyes slowly crept open onto what would prove the most fateful day in her life. She pulled the blanket off of her and removed Marcus’s arm from its tight grip around her waist. Their small tent only big enough for the two of them rested on the edge of the Imperial army’s camp, better they were separated from the human troops than dragged from their tents in the night. 20 minutes later her and Marcus were gathered with the rest of their team and many others from various Order bases, rumours had spread of a visitor from another world who had promised the Dragons the power to reclaim their rule over Valkoria, rumours that were confirmed in a meeting with her father, both The Order and the Imperial Government of the Golden Dawn were determined to stop this so while they waited upon reinforcements from the rest of the nations of the realm they would engage in a delaying action in the frozen valley to the camps north.

The field of battle was almost entirely open, giving the Dragon forces a natural advantage since there would be no cover for the human soldiers to hide from their flames save for a small village in the valley's basin which had yet to be evacuated. Kayleigh and her team would be sent ahead to achieve just that, arriving in the early morning before the battle had begun, they began directing civilians away towards the Human lines, late into the morning as the two sides began their long march towards one another Kayleigh and her team were wrapping up when she heard screaming coming from the towns church. It was after finding and evacuating a small group of children that Kayleigh would almost bite the bullet or rather arrow in this case as she was knocked over after an arrow struck her shoulder which rendered her unconscious after hitting her head on the way down.

Kayleigh would awake hours later to scenes straight out of someone’s nightmares the town was ablaze, soldiers clashing and dying all around her, the skies filled with the roars of great Dragons and Imperial Griffons dueling for supremacy, yet it was what she would witness next which would truly terrify her. From the mountain overlooking the valley, a bolt of lightning would strike and from its smoke would arise Lord Avridorn, head of the Dragon Council and with one mighty roar, he unleashed a wave of energy that vaporised every mortal in the valley. Kayleigh found herself alone suddenly, wandering the burning town trying to piece together what had happened, how did they obtain that sort of power and where was her team or the other Slayers. Even in her disorientated state, she could make out the sound of hooves closing in on her, as she began fading to black, she saw the horse with her father atop it. Despite being a mortal himself he had survived the blast somehow and had specifically come to find her, while trying to help her regain consciousness he explained that this visitor who he called Pride had given the Dragons the power they had just demonstrated and in return for their loyalty she would help them take back control of the realm. And though still dazed and confused from the blast he would open a portal to another realm and send her through to help her escape the probable execution that she would face in Valkoria. Blowing a final kiss to his daughter he closed the portal leaving her alone, dazed and confused in this strange new world but introductions would have to wait as soon after she would blackout from her exhaustion with the lights of a settlement not far from her.

[JessieTargaryen]

Kayleigh Jeikos

Kayleigh Jeikos

| {Full Name} |

Avelith Lockheart

| {Age} |

124

| {Species} |

Half-breed Human/Dragon

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Alignment} |

Chaotic Good

| World |

Valkoria.

| {Appearance} |

From a distance Kayleigh looks no different to a normal human woman aged 20-25, standing at 5’8” with pale white skin and long red hair tied back in a braid but upon closer inspection, it is clear that she is anything but. Running across her entire body is a thin layer of scaling barely visible to the naked eye as its pigment matches her skin perfectly; it is only on her forearms and lower legs where it becomes openly visible. With almost golden like patches of scaling forming as Greaves and Gauntlets. Constantly training or away fighting, Kayleigh is in almost peak physical condition at all times but has never been overly muscular, often being told that if she weren't an abomination her near perfectly toned figure and pretty face would make her quite a hit at the local brothel.

There is one other major oddity, however. Upon her back, Kayleigh bears a tattoo which was given to her at a young age. “Aan Kul Gein Neh Yah Kein. Nuz Aan Onik Gein Ulse Lost Koraav Fah Nii.” Roughly translating to “A good person never seeks war. But a wise one eternally has awareness for it.” in the tongue of the Dragons.

Precious few have seen her without some form of armour on, be it her more comfortable and slightly form-fitting fabric under armour or the full suit of hand-crafted enchanted armour, Kayleigh doesn't like to expose herself very often due to the outright hatred and racism she has faced. Her armour and weapons green tinge comes from the metal with which it is crafted, Nepryx, a rare metal found mostly in the dwarven holds and when mixed with steel when crafting weapons and armour, gives the item crafted enchanted properties and when mixed with a half-breed's ability to control lightning gives their equipment a hefty advantage in combat.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Fire resistance: Owing to her naturally occurring scales Kayleigh is almost immune to fire damage just like her pure Dragon cousins.
• Defensive fighter: Though she has always preferred a melee brawl to hurling endless spells around Kayleigh has never been one to commit aggressively to a fight, preferring to put her opponents on the back foot by blocking their blows instead of outright attacking, frustration is the name of the game and an opponent's frustration leads to mistakes which is when Kayleigh strikes.
• Heightened senses: Kayleigh's heritage has been both a blessing and a curse for her entire life, while the outright racism and intolerance she can face while on missions certainly put a damper on things the increase in her senses goes just a little way to make life easier while out and about. Compared to a normal mortal it seems like Kayleigh has a sixth sense given her almost perfect reaction times in fights, but in truth, it comes down once again to her heritage over anything else.
• Inhuman strength: Much like her 5 senses being amplified her physical strength is also fat beyond that of a mere mortal. Able to put a hole through a stone wall with her bare fist with little to no effort.
• Enchanted equipment: Having to learn to both make and maintain your own armour and weapon gave young Kayleigh a sense of responsibility towards her equipment, the fact that her sword also contains a fragment of her very soul also provides a little incentive too. Made from a mix of Nepryx and Steel her equipment has a slight greenish tinge compared to normal armour and weapons but it is this green tinge that reveals its power. Able to act as a conduit for her lightning abilities in order to be more useful against her Draconic foes.

| {Magical Abilities} |

• Though magic of both the offensive and defensive types comes naturally to her Kayleigh has always preferred the clashing of metal to the waving of hands in order to best an opponent, though this doesn't mean she won't use magic in order to gain an advantage.
• Lightning arrow: Conjures a bow of pure lightning energy and once drawn backfires a lightning bolt up to 100m before it dissipates.
• Lightning Spear: With a click of her fingers a bolt of pure lightning manifests in her hand, able to be used as a shocky whack stick or thrown at opponents, although it lacks armour piercing ability it can deal tremendous shock damage to lightly armoured foes.
• Fire mastery: Mastery of fire is perhaps the most natural ability a half-breed has in their arsenal coming as naturally to them as breathing does. Be it spouting torrents of fire from their hands to hurling balls of fire at opponents the world's greatest equaliser can be like putty in her hands.

| {Limitations} |

• Weakness to Lightning: The double edge to her near immunity to fire is a rather hefty intolerance to Lightning damage, another near mirror match of her Dragon cousins means that the very element she wields to slay them can slay her just as easily if not more so.
• Powerful yet costly magic: While the magical abilities available at Kayleigh’s fingertips are undoubtedly powerful, being able to bring down a dragon with a click of her fingers is no easy feat, rapid use of her spells consumes almost all of her mana in only 4-5 uses.
• Headstrong: Often taking her abilities for granted Kayleigh feels a certain sense of superiority over mere mortals. And while completely true it has on more than one occasion cost the lives of the people she was supposed to protect.

| {Equipment} |

• “Hind”: Translating to hope from Dragon tongue, It has been Kayleigh’s best friend and savior since she was 23. Forged in the sacred forge of The Order and imbued with a part of her very soul this sword has a kill count higher than some entire armies.

| {Personality} |

Kayleigh can often come across as reclusive in social settings. Mostly as a result of being ostracized for being the only true half-breed among her peers Kayleigh prefers to keep to herself and the few who are actually close to her. Very rarely are her true thoughts known except when absolutely vital Kayleigh prefers to wear her heart on her cheek rather than her sleeve. The only time she openly states her feelings is when it comes to her name, despite everything she learned when the truth about her past came out she chose to continue living as Kayleigh instead of changing her name back to Avelith, she'd spent over 100 years not knowing anything else so why should she change it. To date the only person allowed to call her Avelith and not receive an earful is her father.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born out of the unlikely relationship between a human fire mage and the then High Queen of the Dragons, Kayleigh was always destined to have anything but a normal life. Born Avelith Lockheart in a human village far in the north of the Dwarven Holds territory she was orphaned aged 5 after her mother's untimely death in suspicious circumstances, her father gave her to The Order fearing the same fate could befall her. The Order would hide her identity by giving her a complete name change and hiding all records of her family and her past in their archives. Though she would eventually find out the truth about her past it would not change her mind about who she was, having lived as Kayleigh for over 100 years. Growing up in The Order was in no way easy compared to the life she could have had, most of her education was spent honing her abilities in magic usage and being taught to wield a sword since she was old enough to lift one has left her rather numb to the world outside of The Order's castles.

| {Background} |

Completing her trials aged 25 Kayleigh became a full operative in The Order and was assigned to a slayer team by age 30. Her master Jaghu whom she had come to see as her father figure would be made the mentor of her team, along with the teams Mage Marcus Allbright and an archer named Falkir Vel'ath, they would become one of The Orders most successful hunt teams, undertaking missions in almost every part of the realm no matter the abuse they would receive. This would be the norm for many years, going on assignments to villages and towns being terrorised by Dragons or their forces. Life would remain the same for almost 100 years, a life of training, fighting, sleeping, rinsing and repeating. Her differences compared to other Order Members left her mostly ostracised by all but her own team who had come to see her as their little sister in a way.

Once the information about her past came to light one might have thought that Kayleigh would respond with outrage or violence given everything that had been hidden from her. But it would be just the opposite that happened, when her master who’d been given the unenviable job of telling her that technically she was High Queen of the entire realm and that The Order had hidden it from her, sat down and told her, Kayleigh's response was a simple shrug of the shoulders, In fact the only piece of information that got any sort of a response from her was that her father was still alive and that she and she was permitted to meet him. It baffled many that she could be so indifferent to this news but to Kayleigh she didn’t care, a lifetime of racism, sexism, and assaults had left their mark and as a result she was now numb to caring about anything or anyone but herself and her friends, let alone being a queen of people that hated her very existence.

For the last 20 years Kayleigh would begin to form a relationship with her father, meeting him at the palace in the Valley of the Damned was emotional at first, her father broke down in tears and even the Royal Black Guard bowed before her, according to them she was the spitting image of her mother and they couldn’t be happier. The mood dampened when she informed them that she had no intention of taking the throne despite it being rightfully hers, but this would not stop her father doting on her as he had always wanted to. However, outside of this, she would experience perhaps the lowest point of her life. Being left to feel cheap and used at the hands of a monstrous Dragon and his conniving truce deal with The Order Kayleigh would fall into a depression after having her child quite literally ripped from her arms only hours after it was born. Yet the lowest of lows would also lead Kayleigh to her highest of highs, after sharing her moments of weakness with Marcus, the teammate she trusted most and she would come to rely on the man emotionally over the next few years. However, any sense of happiness and normalcy that Marcus brought back to her life would all be cut short with the arrival of a stranger from another world.

The beginning of the End

Kayleigh woke to the sound of commotion coming from the entrance to her tent, her eyes slowly crept open onto what would prove the most fateful day in her life. She pulled the blanket off of her and removed Marcus’s arm from its tight grip around her waist. Their small tent only big enough for the two of them rested on the edge of the Imperial army’s camp, better they were separated from the human troops than dragged from their tents in the night. 20 minutes later her and Marcus were gathered with the rest of their team and many others from various Order bases, rumours had spread of a visitor from another world who had promised the Dragons the power to reclaim their rule over Valkoria, rumours that were confirmed in a meeting with her father, both The Order and the Imperial Government of the Golden Dawn were determined to stop this so while they waited upon reinforcements from the rest of the nations of the realm they would engage in a delaying action in the frozen valley to the camps north.

The field of battle was almost entirely open, giving the Dragon forces a natural advantage since there would be no cover for the human soldiers to hide from their flames save for a small village in the valley's basin which had yet to be evacuated. Kayleigh and her team would be sent ahead to achieve just that, arriving in the early morning before the battle had begun, they began directing civilians away towards the Human lines, late into the morning as the two sides began their long march towards one another Kayleigh and her team were wrapping up when she heard screaming coming from the towns church. It was after finding and evacuating a small group of children that Kayleigh would almost bite the bullet or rather arrow in this case as she was knocked over after an arrow struck her shoulder which rendered her unconscious after hitting her head on the way down.

Kayleigh would awake hours later to scenes straight out of someone’s nightmares the town was ablaze, soldiers clashing and dying all around her, the skies filled with the roars of great Dragons and Imperial Griffons dueling for supremacy, yet it was what she would witness next which would truly terrify her. From the mountain overlooking the valley, a bolt of lightning would strike and from its smoke would arise Lord Avridorn, head of the Dragon Council and with one mighty roar, he unleashed a wave of energy that vaporised every mortal in the valley. Kayleigh found herself alone suddenly, wandering the burning town trying to piece together what had happened, how did they obtain that sort of power and where was her team or the other Slayers. Even in her disorientated state, she could make out the sound of hooves closing in on her, as she began fading to black, she saw the horse with her father atop it. Despite being a mortal himself he had survived the blast somehow and had specifically come to find her, while trying to help her regain consciousness he explained that this visitor who he called Pride had given the Dragons the power they had just demonstrated and in return for their loyalty she would help them take back control of the realm. And though still dazed and confused from the blast he would open a portal to another realm and send her through to help her escape the probable execution that she would face in Valkoria. Blowing a final kiss to his daughter he closed the portal leaving her alone, dazed and confused in this strange new world but introductions would have to wait as soon after she would blackout from her exhaustion with the lights of a settlement not far from her.

@Cuddles 1438

Kayleigh is accepted