[CHAR] The Divine

[The Muse]

Ariella Kaile'a

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_{Ar∙ee∙ella Kie∙lee∙ah}

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__________________________________________ Ari Kaile'a __________________________________________ 22 | Human | Islander of Kassia __________________________________________ ▼ ✧ Height – 5'3" ✧ Weight – 115 ✧ Build – Small frame; lean ✧ Eye Color – Deep Blue/Green ✧ Hair Color – Raven ✧ Other – Very light freckles along her cheekbones & nose; a small beauty mark below her right eyebrow.

B I O G R A P H Y As far as Ariella knows, she was born somewhere among the islands of Kassia. Unfortunately she was abandoned as a toddler but fortunately was adopted by another human islander couple who discovered her and raised her as one of their own. Her adoptive parents had always made it known that she was adopted to avoid any surprises down the line; not to mention that Ariella looked nothing like her adoptive parents or her siblings. Knowing this, Ari has always been incredibly thankful to her family. Without her parents, she would have surely died as an orphan. The islands could be beautiful and serene but they were also dangerous and teeming with creatures who would gladly jump at the opportunity for a small human snack. Ariella lived an average life with her adoptive family on Pai'Rua; the smallest of the Kassian Islands. She had a father who fished for a living, trading with the other islanders as a way of providing the family with everything they needed. A mother who taught her how to craft jewelry, clothing, and pottery. An older brother, and two younger twin siblings; one boy and one girl. Life was simple in her small village, aside from the occasional threat of hurricane, tsunami, or sea serpent lurking near by. There weren't many people in her village, but they all took care of each other as if they were family. She had been happy. This serenity had been shattered on the day an Aerowyn knight arrived to her island in search of a criminal who had been rumored to be hiding among them. The day started off with the village unsettled by this visitor from the capital. They rarely, if ever, experienced meeting new people who were not from another Kassian island; especially on the small island of Pai'Rua. If there were ever any visitors, they typically would arrive and stay on the main island of Kassia and never venture further than that. The fact that his ship had made it there in one piece was something of a miracle. In fact, this knight was Ariella's very first experience with "an outsider." The knight and his entourage had been making rounds within the village to interrogate people in order to find this so-called "criminal" hiding among them. They would pull a person into a hut, alone, and question them until they were satisfied with the villagers answers. When it had been Ariella's turn, she had never been more nervous in her life. Her heart had been racing as she stood in front of such a powerful man with a strange accent and eyes of steel glaring down at her, surrounded by other powerful people listening to her every word and watching her every move. At first the man had been stricken by her beauty and thought to say this to her, which caused her to feel more panicked. Shortly thereafter a woman that had traveled with him, presumably a mage, had gasped and beckoned her group to view a visible aura that Ariella was supposedly producing. With all eyes on her, and the panic setting in, Ariella fainted. When she awoke a few hours later she found herself on a massive ship, laying on a cot with several capital soldiers watching over her. She panicked and tried to leave, but they refused to let her - even threatened to shackle her if she did not sit back down and relax. They then told her that they were already on the way back to the capital, so returning to her village was not an option. When she demanded to know why they were kidnapping her, they claimed that she had shape-shifted into the elven goddess Aurelia when she had been unconscious. The Emperor had to know about her; about how she was the goddess reincarnated in order to save Aerowyn from the evil beginning to plague their lands.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

<sub>Previous to being taken from her village, Ariella had a bubbly personality and loved making other people happy. She could be quick-witted and if she could make someone smile, she was happy. She enjoyed taking care of her younger siblings and being a helpful part of her village community. She had been rather naive to the world because of her sheltered life on the islands, like most people there. All that mattered was life on the island and nothing else concerned her outside of her small bubble of life.

She had aspirations to be a mother one day and continue the way of life that her adoptive parents had shown her. She was happy doing this and enjoyed learning about new crafts and trades that other islanders could show her. She does have a feisty side, however, most likely due to her adoptive mother who taught her how to speak up for herself. Ariella had never been one to hold her tongue. On the island, the risk of this had never been high. Now, however, it could mean her life. Obeying a higher power who did not respect her or even care for her had never been something she had experienced before.

Currently, she has become withdrawn, extremely stubborn, and depressed. Her once lighthearted fire-cracker personality has manifested into something more angry and seems to only grow with every day that she is forced to live within castle walls.</sub>

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Pai'rua Village

[JJ Doe]

Kythaela Wyvernhide

Kythaela Wyvernhide

Age:
Twenties

Appearance:

At a distance, and even from behind, Kythaela can be mistaken for Ariella. Not only do they both possess similar hair and eye color, they also are roughly the same height and build. Upon closer inspection, however, anyone who has ever seen Ariella can easily tell the two apart. While Kythaela and Ariella do have the same long dark hair and freckles, their physical similarities end there. Compared to Ariella, Kythaela’s facial features are much rounder: from the shape of her face to her nose. The only exceptions are her slightly pointed ears. The blue portion of her hazel eyes are so vivid that many fail to notice the flecks of brown and green.

Personality:

If there is one word to describe Kythaela it would be “timid.” Kythaela had always been the quietest one of the family. She kept most thoughts to herself and hardly spoke up for herself. Kythaela does not like confrontation of any degree and is more likely to deflect or flee the situation at hand than to face it head-on. Not to say that she wouldn’t be confrontational if it involved her family. Her family means everything to Kythaela. If it was for them, Kythaela would face King Ormund and his army… albeit with as much finesse as a newborn fawn taking its very first steps.

Kythaela struggles with anxiety when it comes to social situations, especially when interacting with people of higher stature. She can, however, learn to be more relaxed around individuals she trusts and knows on a personal level. Luckily for her, most nobles like servants that are quiet and submissive. At the very least, she’s yet to receive a complaint about her behavior around nobles.

Kythaela’s spirituality has been both a source of emotional support and what prevents her from being more adventurous. She does not take risks out of fear that she would fail, but more importantly, Kythaela managed to convince herself that the gods would punish her ---or worse, her family--- for that failure.

Race:
Half-elf

Origin:
Riverwood village, which is located on the outskirts of Aerowyn, near the border of Lyros.

Residence:
Within the castle of Emperor Ulric Blackwood, servant’s quarters.

Position:
Peasant

Occupation:
Servant

Bio:

Kythaela was born and raised in a small village on the outskirts of Aerowyn territory. Aside from the fact that her family was, and still is, considered to be a novelty attraction of their village ---largely due to the family being comprised of a dwarf, a human, a giantess, a halfling, a half-elf, and three half-dwarves--- Kythaela lived a ordinary life that any peasant would have lived. She was a nobody and she would die as a nobody, just like the numerous faceless, nameless, people before her. At least, it would have played out that way had King Ormund not declared war.

The day that changed Kythaela’s life came a short time after the reincarnation of Aurelia was dragged into the castle. Kythaela was cleaning in the main hallway when her arm was grabbed by a knight who started to scold her for attempting to “escape.” It did not take too long after that for the knight to realize that Kythaela was not who he thought she was. He apologized and that was the end of that. Except, it wasn’t.

The very next day, Kythaela was summoned by the Emperor. He ordered Kythaela to become the Ariella’s personal caretaker, but he also wanted Kythaela to become her double. Should the occasion arise, Kythaela was to take Ariella’s place to trick the enemies and give Ariella a chance to survive another day. In other words, Kythaela had the honor of becoming a scapegoat.

Wyvernhide family

• Dhuldran Wyvernhide: A dwarf that used to be an adventurer who now made a living making textiles. He adopted a halfling and a giant before marrying a human seamstress, Roesia, who was 8 months pregnant with a half-elf child.
• Roesia: A human who was working as a seamstress in the capital before she got pregnant with Kythaela. She was disowned by her family due to the pregnancy and her employers fired her to avoid being associated with a scandal. With nowhere to go, she went to her friend Dhuldran for help. The two eventually got married.
• Nanette: A giant and eldest child of the Wyvernhide household. She was found abandoned in the mountains during one of Dhuldran’s adventures. She now works as a carpenter in the city.
• Cheldric: A halfling and second eldest child of the Wyvernhide household. He is the child of Dhuldran’s old companions, who both died during one of their adventures. He now works as a merchant and travels around the known world.
• Ikz, Yan, and Xec: Half-dwarf triplets and the youngest of the Wyvernhide household. Riverwood village hasn’t known a single quiet day since the scamps learned to crawl. In recognition for being such mischiefs, the villagers gave the monikers “Goblin”, “Imp”, and “Kobold” to the boys.

[Jamesyco]

Kurtis El Von Braumer

Kurtis El Von Braumer

Full Name: Kurtis El Von Braumer

Age: 29

Appearance:
5'6
180 lbs
Larger/Average build
Brown Hair
Blue Eyes
Caucasian skin

Race:
Human

Origin:
Born in Lyros, but raised in Aerowyn

Residence:
Now Lives in Krona

Position:
Previously he was a noble and knight but was enslaved, now is a priest leader among slaves.

Occupation:
Slave Priest

Personality:
Kurtis a generally middle-aged man, and does not bring those qualities out. He can be a somewhat pleasant fellow to be around, normally bringing a few drinks when he was used for diplomacy and trade. He is a somewhat heavy drinker, and is a good best man at a wedding as he is a good swordsman, might not be the best but he is a solid choice in a duel.

Aside from that, he really didn't have many desires or wants as he saw there wasn't much further to go in life. But after him and a small train of wagons he was traveling with was attacked, he soon found that the luxuries of his previous lifestyle. With this, his priorities have changed. Mainly falling in with a priest who was also enslaved, to mentally get away from the perils of his enslavement, being sold between various owners mainly for manual labor and entertainment. Once he fell in line with this priest he soon took his place and became somewhat holy himself. Leading to the still giving, but more humble man he is today.

Bio: From an early age Kurtis was a politician of sorts, his parents sent him to live with friends in another culture with several advisors this was to teach him of his culture. Throughout most of his early life, he was taught to enjoy the luxuries that his name entitled him to.
Aside from various teachers, he was taught mainly from experiences and hard experiences they are. Constantly breaking bones, getting thrown out of various institutes, several courts, and several back-alley establishments. When he turned twenty while leaving a court in Barovia he would be with a group of travelers who were rather untrustworthy individuals. They would tie him in his sleep and sell him and his valuables to different groups of people.

His first owner, a gentleman whom he owed money to from Barovia. During this time with this owner, he would fight in back alleys, loaned out, and beaten. This owner would be where he would meet a priestly man with the name of Dirt. Dirt, was a man of god and a slave as well, being thrown into the depths of a society that hated him. He would teach Kurtis the ways of being a humble man, and ways to make life a little easier.

His first owner would die and his slaves to auction, most of which would be bought by a Kronan islander. This would be his second owner as the individual worked for a friend of his parents. The friend would not return him to his previous lifestyle, but it would make his life somewhat easier. He would work in the house mainly, his time fighting did take away from his softer skin and textures, but some of those would return. Some wounds would lower his value, but he was still allowed to be one of the house slaves. His knowledge of goods, wines, beers, and other random luxury things would make him valuable to a trading family. The other household and exterior slaves would enjoy his talks and sermons, he was a large morale boost to those on the property. He would be reprimanded for this many times, but he would continue until he saw a cousin of his, and his cousin saw him.

When it was made known that he was there, he was sold to an unknown subject in Aerowyn. From there he would be on his journey to becoming one of the Divine as he was purchased by subjects of the Emporer.

[SkeankySnack]

Elijah Jameson Masterson

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Age
28

Appearance
Stands at 5'11" and weighs 172 lbs. His skin is fairly pale, which stands out further with his raven black hair that end in ember-like hues and fairly consistent darkish clothing. Tends to wear loose, cotton clothing with a shawl/cloak/hood adornment, though it’s not always worn up unless he’s outside of the castle. Clothing is usually colored in dark reds and blues, with undertones of browns and blacks. His eyes have an almost unusual, ethereal glow, as though staring into them were akin to staring at burning wood. Even though his gaze appears intense and critical, it’s almost as though he sees past and were staring right through you.

Personality
Elijah is seen as a lone wolf, the kind of person who doesn’t interact with anyone and whose emotions are suppressed to a T. No one ever really sees him smile or frown, always with the same neutral expression on his face. He speaks with facts and honest opinion, usually to the detriment of his own existence at times. Despite these circumstances, he’s practically unafraid to speak his own mind, and does so with brutal efficiency.

His emotions do seem to regulate his flow of mana however, as when he becomes more agitated or emotionally distraught, his skin becomes hot to the touch and his eyes flare stronger with that ethereal light. Fortunately, it takes a lot to get under his skin and years of practice have given him a firmer grip on both his emotional and mental state.

Race
Human

Origin
Born in Aerowyn, but raised in Z’Rosa with his father who was stationed their to maintain a human magical presence in the Elven capital.

Residence
Lives in the castle, in his father’s old chambers.

Position
Noble

Occupation
Imperial Advisor of the Mystical Arts
Divine

Abilities/Qualifications
~ Master Pyromancer
~ Alchemist/Potioneer
~ Runic Inscriber & Artificer

Bio
Elijah was raised in the Elven Kingdom of Z’Rosa, by his father who cared far too much for his line of work, and surrounded by a people who, despite allowing him to exist there, cared very little for his well being. During his early years, he struggled to grasp the basics of the arcane, often falling behind in his studies, behind the elves who viewed themselves higher and mightier than he, behind the legacy his father had built upon. If Elijah wasn’t falling behind in his studies, he was simply sick and bedridden. Even to his father, who’s own work mattered above all else, this was beyond unacceptable and if Elijah couldn’t be the Masterson he was destined to be, his father would force it so. The things that transpired in the Masterson Manse would have broken a normal man, it very nearly broke Elijah, and yet something changed in him.

Elijah had found the strength and resolve he had been lacking in, and not only caught up in his studies, but exceeded them beyond even his classmates and teachers comprehensions. At Twenty-Three he became and appointed member of the guild of magistrates, alongside his father, furthering his own studies into the arcane. When the letter came for his father to return home to be at the Emperor’s side once again, Elijah was instructed to go in his stead, as his work was far more important in Z’Rosa than it was in Aerowyn. Much to the Emperor’s chagrin, Elijah was begrudgingly accepted in the stead of his father to be one of his Imperial Advisors. Though their relationship had it’s rocky start, Elijah has become a most trusted advisor and valuable ally to the Emperor. His keen sense and intuition soon earned him a spot as becoming one of Ariella’s ‘Divine’. Though skeptical at this individual’s sudden rise to the title of goddess, the Emperor shall have what he wants, if not in the ways of magic, in the ways of an ever-present and omniscient goddess.

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Family/NPCs

Kenneth Masterson

Mystical Ambassador and liaison to the Z’Rosian capital. Kenneth Masterson has spent his life studying the magical arts, exploring the land for it’s many secrets and uncovering the truth to life itself. Serving as one of the Emperor’s original advisors, he was tasked with becoming an ambassador to Z’Rosa to further their political relationship between their two kingdoms. During these most recent times of crisis however, when the Emperor ordered him back to Aerowyn, he realized his work would serve his kingdom far greater if he stayed in Z’Rosa, and sent his son, Elijah in his stead.

Eva Masterson

~ Deceased ~
Elijah’s mother, she died during childbirth, thus he has no memory of her and his father isn’t willing to share any stories either.

Relia/Living Armor

A suit of living armor, an inanimate object given life through the power of magic and mystical runes. It acts as both a servant and bodyguard to Elijah, it doesn’t speak, it doesn’t think, it only listens to the commands of its master.

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[Otterpop]

Syllia Elaris

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Height; Six feet
Weight; 155 Pounds
Hair Color; Silver
Eye Color; Silver
Other; Many Hielf will wear jewelry that is generations old - passed through family lines. Syllia is now different, she wears a golden headpiece that was her grandmothers and sapphire earrings that used to be worn by her mother.

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<sub>One might think that being raised within the forest, surrounded by nothing but dirt and trees would be abysmal, though for Syllia it was the best thing ever. There were little to now rules, she had an entire forest to explore to her hearts content. There was never a boring day when it came to the life she led, like many in her clan she was taught to use a bow - hunting was a very important part of their survival. She learned how to make and set traps, how to identify and make poisons, how to track animals much larger than herself. It was always an adventure and she loved it, much more than her younger sisters. She had happy life, that is until the death of both parents.

When Syllia was 18 her mother and father were sent out to hunt a creature that had begun to terrorize those who were travelling to Lyros. They never came back from the hunting trip, their bodies never being found, presumably dragged off by the same creature they'd been hunting. This hit Syllia very hard, she was suddenly entrusted with three younger girls who were scared and unsure of what to do. She tried her best and it did take a few years before things began to get back to normal. She worked even harder to hone her hunting skills, she had to make sure she could provide for her family. She would often hunt difficult targets, selling the skin, meat and bones at the trading market in Lyros. It didn't take long for rumors to take hold, a beautiful blonde-haired Hielf who was the best hunter with the last 10 years.

Rumors began circulating of a girl who was the goddess reincarnated though Syllia paid no mind, it was none of her business. At least...that was what she thought. A group of people appeared within Syllia's small grove, they wanted her to kill the goddess before she could destroy their lives. They claimed with her skills she would have no problem with getting the job done. She wanted nothing to do with them so she refused and returned home to her sisters. Syllia thought that would be the end to the strangers but she was wrong, in the middle of the night a group of men stormed into her home and captured her sisters.

Because she had refused their offer the group of people, who she learned were nobles, wanted to teach Syllia a lesson. When they had asked her to help they were really telling her to do it or else, and she had chosen or else without knowing. As punishment they slaughtered her youngest sister and informed Syllia that if she did not do as she was told then the other two sisters would suffer the same fate. But how exactly could she kill an innocent girl who had done no wrong, even if it was to save the life of the people she love most in the world.</sub>

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<sub>Before her parents death Syllia was a girl who didn't have a care in the world, why would she? Syllia didn't need to worry, she acted as any normal Hielf child would - Happy and content. She ran around barefoot, climbing through trees and learning about all the different animals and creatures that lurked in the forest. She was always so eager to learn, many of the elders would end up getting annoyed because Syllia wouldn't stop asking them questions. She was excited about life and everything around her and she couldn't wait to be an important part of clan life.

After her parents death Syllia changed quite a bit, at 18 years old she was entrusted with the lives of 3 younger girls who were just as scared as she was. Syllia had to force herself to become a responsible adult, instead of playing and relaxing all day she had to be the one to provide for her sisters. She became reserved and determined, spending many hours practicing her hunting skills. Her loyalty to her sisters was unmatched and pushed her to succeed in everything she did. Over time she became a confident and elegant Hielf, while she did show compassion she often didn't hold back her thoughts, letting others know her opinions on everything.</sub>

The Hielf

Hielf Appearance

The Grove

The Hielf, a race of Elves that have been untainted by human blood. They have lived within the forest surrounding Lyros for generations, using the the nature around them to survive. Even though the world around them may be evolving they never seem to follow, many consider the Hielf to be of the purest blood when it comes to Elves.

The Hielf are very religious, praying to a god who they say is the father of life. While they don't care about the goddess they don't love her either, some of the Hielf feel like she is an impostor, offending their great god. Though violence towards another person is forbidden among the Hielf so no action is ever taken, this doesn't stop them from talking badly however. If you were to meet an older Hielf you could bet that they would instantly being to bash the poor goddess.

[Taka]

Hero Prince

Winter Armor for war

Full Name:
Elric Sionis Blackwood aka The Winter Knight

Age:
27

Appearance:
Standing at 190 lbs, and 6'3", The Prince can be an imposing figure. His eyes a piercing silver like his mother, he bares her likeness unlike his siblings. His body carries a lean cut of muscle that shows through his clothing, scars littered around his body due to fighting in Barovia for so many years. Notably his hair shines snow white in the sun which earned him his nickname.

Personality:
Stalwart.

If there were ever a single word that could aptly describe Elric's character, it would be stalwart. Steady and sure, Elric stands as impassive as a looming storm cloud, towering and lumbering over all those around being as constant and power-exuding without the need to mutter a few words. While capable of antics of frustration or irritation, Elric's true emotions never surface unless he's truly sincere about his resolve in committing to it. Like the rumblings of ominous thunder, Elric would often quell arguments by brief flares of rising temper to settle meaningless debates even within a town, whether he knows them or not.

Whenever someone challenges him outright, Elric often displays dispassion towards the challenger. However, if they goad him through taunts or threats towards his comrades, or have actually aimed to harm an innocent, Elric's instincts of protecting the innocent would surface. As if the sound of thunderclap, Elric's determination and killing intent would rise dramatically and would not hold back a single ounce of pity to those who have challenged him so willingly.

Race:
Half-Elf

Origin:
Aerowyn/Z'Rosa as a child and Barovia during teen to adulthood

Residence:
Aerowyn

Position:
Prince and Leader of the Royal Knights

Occupation:
Prince of Aerowyn

Bio:
Born to the Imperial Family, Ulric and Saphia's first child, Elric is the eldest to a younger brother and baby sister. From the very day he drew breath, he was shown the greatest of love from his mother and father; Ulric seen as happier than anyone had ever seen to this day. Even more was Emperor Ulric ecstatic was the day that his son picked up a sword. At the tender age of 6, the young began his training in the ways of the sword, idealizing the knights that came before him. Talent was the keyword when it came to describing the young boy as he picked up on the training quickly, his skill with a sword shining bright like a star. Elric spent many years, training, traveling, and spending time with his parents, loving every moment of his life but something would eventually catch his attention.

As he reached his late teen years, Elric felt that he needed something different. He wanted to experience the world, the dark underbelly that molded men, so with his Uncle Osmund's support he was able to get his father to allow him to go to Barovia. Elric would spend many years within BArovia, fighting, learning, and becoming acquainted with the world outside his kingdom. He would only return home to his fatherand mother after making a name for himself, a better and smarter man than when he left. The next few years was spent as a Royal Knight; Elric becoming leader due to status and ability. He would become known as the Winter Knight due to his white hair and the people would come to love him. Peace would be all knowing until the day a girl seen as the goddess's reincarnation would appear and his life would take a tailspin.

[Boreas]

Just Lian

Narace Lian Naïlo ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "The All Knowing"

Lian, just Lian • Military Advisor • Unknown Age • Cis Female She/Her • Omnisexual • Half-Elf Standing at roughly 5'6" Narace is neither small nor large compared to those she walks amongst. Years of training in her presumed young adulthood have done well to fill out her initially petite and underweight frame. Just under a solid 135 lbs, she has a slightly curvaceous body and trained eyes can see the muscle she has spent time building on her arms, legs, and torso. Narace has a light almost ivory complexion that is in stark contrast with her shoulder-length raven black hair. The round shape of her face and large doe-like eyes often give admirers false pretense about her disposition, regardless of how sour or stoic her expression might be. Perhaps the thing most damning to her career of sleuthing and intel gathering are her set of heterochromatic eyes that seem to glow, as if in competition with the stars in the night sky. 『 "What's a king to a god?" 』

^{𝗣 𝗘 𝗥 𝗦 𝗢 𝗡 𝗔}

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Charismatic Dilligent Intelligent Loyal Observant

Through many years of being among the courts of nobles and royals, Narace has learned much about interacting and mingling with the hard to please crowd. Slipping into the role of the charmer is something she's mastered, a welcome guest to many courts and kingdoms from her adventures of conquering ballrooms and "high society" parties. Though her charisma is not without her keen eye, and sharp mind, even the sneakiest of rogues would think twice about trying to pull one over on Narace.

Enigmatic Harsh Secretive Violent

No person is without their secrets and seemingly Narace has a bountiful amount to hide. When she is not charming her away along the floors of the ballroom or gathering secrets in darkened hallways she is far less pleasant, sometimes even coming off as harsh. Rumor has it that during sparring matches and fights her eyes glow with an intensity of a demon's and her usual composure chips away into savage violence. Though no one has really experienced this and it remains as a tale for the maids to share with the new recruits entering the guard.

H A B I T S & Q U I R K S

« Scowling... always. »
« Sneaking up on unsuspecting people (usually/especially the royal children she likes to tease) »

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B I R T H P L A C E

Barovia ; Reborn in Z'Rosa

B A C K G R O U N D

Narace grew up in, at the best, a turbulent household. which even she would chuckle at that statement. There are no fond memories she holds in her years spent in Barovia _{but have you ever visited place?}. The young half-elf lost her mother during childbirth and the traumatic experience changed her father into a death fearing cold stranger. Where most kids spent their early days learning to walk and speak and run as freely as they could through the soft summer grass, Narace was holed up in a sort of home-built lab.

Narace's father, Arias, a hielf who had always been much different from the others he shared his blood with hadn't always been interested in dark magics. Nothing short of a genius he was scholarly, well-versed in elemental magic and sat amongst the council of advisors and elders that helped guide the leader of their society. Well, that was until he ventured out of their seclusion to learn more about the world and fell in love with a lady from the diminishing court in Barovia. Their love was nothing like a classic romance, life in Barovia was far different than anywhere else in the world, the magic and knowledge in libraries and crypts were unlike anything Arias had read. Though the dangers of succumbing to the madness of the dark magics were held at bay through the shining light of the woman and wife who loved him. Suddenly, that light vanished and Arias became obsessed with making sure Narace would never meet the same fate as her mother.

Or at least that's what he reminded her of every time she was summoned to the darkness of the lab. The experiments and observations were painful in ways Narace was unable to articulate even in her may decades of life since leaving Barovia. Though she could count on one hand the number of people she had ever told her life story to.

In recent times she serves as the Military Advisor for the Imperial family, and while she's not in the war room, she's watching over the "children" of the throne or lending an ear to Empress Saphia Blackwood.

F A M I L Y

↳ No living family.
↳ Lucien ; A peculiar young man often seeming to appear out of thin air within the near vicinity of Narace to her usual displeasure. Their relationship is complex and never clearly explained nor established.