dreamingflowers

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: South beach, River Port
Interactions: Darius @FunnyGuy
Ambiance: Crashing waves

Nur bit her lip trying not to laugh. The man collided with her parasol and he tumbled across the beach dramatically. You would almost think he'd been hit by something much heavier. Although he was going pretty fast, remarkably so, considering he'd been running in wet sand. Curious...

She shrugged, not thinking too much of it at the moment. She walked up to him. Luckily her parasol of death hadn't killed him or otherwise disfigured him, that would have been a real shame. Nur listened to him fumble with words, he even offered to buy her a new parasol. Well would you look at that. She was sure they were going to get along just great. Now to seal the deal.

"I am so sorry, truly there is no need" Nur answered, declining his offer to buy her a new parasol. She despised that thing anyway, barely ever used it. It was a gift of some sort of noblewoman Haldir introduced her to. A judgmental old lady who never really liked Nur being with Haldir, taking every opportunity to subtly make that apparent.

"Let me help you up.." She leaned in closer, wanting to offer him a hand, however her feet miraculously gave out from under her. Nur tumbled forward and landed with her hands on the mans chest. At this point she was supposed to retreat back and blush nervously, only she'd fallen a bit out of character. She looked up at him, right into his ruby red eyes.
"I'm sorry, I have weak ankles" She smiled a cheeky smile, looking at his face. He had strong masculine features, unsual for an elf, a pronounced brow, full lips, deepset eyes. Handsome
The waves crashed behind them, the breeze played with a strand of hair which had come loose from her braid. They were close enough that it could tickle his cheek.

His name was Orland, the cousin of Darius. Why did he tell her the name of his cousin first? Presumably a famous elven poet, she'd never heard of. Another weird thing about him. He was probably lying. She got up and brushed some sand of her hands, and dress. Nur glanced over her shoulders, watching the guards with a pretend worried look on her features. She then turned to Orland, smiling at him.
"My apologies for interrupting your afternoon stroll, I should be going now."

Let's see if Orland would catch the bait.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: River Port
Interactions: Darius @FunnyGuy
Ambiance: Naughty Nautical

Nur made a face at the reflection in the mirror of her vanity table, drawing up her nose, as if she was smelling something vile. Seeking refuge in the bedroom, she had escaped the loud mouthed, drunken, fish eaters sitting downstairs in the dining area of the inn. The stench however followed her up the stairs. It was bearable, with the windows drawn open. They had arrived late at night by carriage. The journey from the River Kingdom was long and tiring, Nur had slept in until the afternoon.

Haldir had rented out the most expensive room of the Naughty Nautical inn. Nur had to admit it was worth every bit of his amas. There was a vanity, a bath, a large bed, a breakfast area, a sizable closet, already filled up with all of her clothes. The furniture was made of mostly driftwood, intricate carvings of nautical creatures decorated the window sills and doors. Chimes made of shells swayed back and forth, the wind urging them to make soft clattering sounds.

There was a purpose to her look today, she needed to look demure, innocent, fragile. A convincing damsel in distress. It was proving quite the challenge. Her revealing silk dresses and plunging necklines didn't exactly say "Oh please brave sir, rescue me"
She tried dress after dress, pulling them over her head, tying up laces, turning in front of the mirror. She let out an annoyed sigh, her hands on her hips, still dressed in just her undergarments. She was surrounded by piles of clothes. Nur let herself fall face first into the closest one. She screamed into it, the sound muffled by the fabric. She turned around on her back, facing the ceiling. This was taking too long. She wanted to be gone, before Haldir would come upstairs to check on her.

It was funny, this whole deal with Haldir. Ironic even, in the beginning she barely had to do anything to keep his attention, but as time went on and they stayed together longer, it took all of her demonic power to make him do what she wanted. It took too much effort, and she was worried the overuse of her already unreliable and unpredictable power would have bad effects on her. It was time to let him go. She only needed him to get to River port. Nur reached above her head with her arm, grabbing the first dress her fingers touched. She held it up above her head. It was a pale green silk dress, it had a plunging off the shoulder neckline, but was otherwise decently modest looking. The sleeves were long and the skirt didn't have a slit. She paired it with a tan corset belt. Embroidered vines with small white flowers reached around her cinched waist.

Nur wasn't quite satisfied yet. She took out one of her books, leafing through it until she found a portrait of an ethereal looking princess, the leading lady in the love stories she adored so much. She gazed at the portrait, taking in the way she looked and making her way to the vanity table. "I just need to look more like her and less like my usual self." Nur said thinking out loud. She moved her hair over her shoulder and started to loosely braid it, tying it with a ribbon. It was starting to look like something. She slipped into a pair of sandals, and retrieved a lace parasol from her closet.

She glanced at her efforts in the mirror, a satisfied smirk on her face. Not bad if she said so herself. Nur snuck down the stairs, wanting to make a quick exit, but was caught by the coal black eyes of the dark elf noble. He snapped his fingers twice, and two guards, sitting at the edge of the room got up from their seats. Nur rolled her eyes, unimpressed. She turned to leave the inn, the guards following her outside. As one of them attempted to speak, he was swiftly silenced by the annoyed succubus. She held up her hand signaling there was no need to speak.

"Oh do shut up"

She opened her parasol, nearly hitting them both in the face. Nur walked around the coastal town aimlessly for a good half hour before reaching the shoreline. The sound of the sea relaxed her. It helped her think of the next step in her plan. Nur kept walking along the edge of the shoreline, where the sand met the road. The rebel forces were probably already in River port. The fairy princess Risa was easily recognizable, but she was clever enough not to show her face just anywhere. That would be too easy. Nur had to find one of her allies.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something move on the beach. She stopped walking, and squinted her eyes to see what it was. It was a man, running shirtless across the shoreline. She shamelessly kept staring, as there wasn't really anything else to see at the moment. He had short black hair, brown skin and looked fit, fit enough to run across wet sand at least. Lets see if he looks as good up close as he does from afar. Nur thought with a mischievous smirk.

Nur lifted up her dress and took of her sandals, tossing them to the guards standing behind her. She stepped into the cool sand and closed her eyes, feeling the breeze on her skin. The wind was stronger at the shore, with no buildings to block it. Nur twirled her parasol and held it in front of her, waiting for a gust of wind. When she felt the wind tug at the handle, she simply let it go. It tumbled across the sand into the direction of her new victim.

Woops, how clumsy of me.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Sun elf village bathouse
Interactions: -
Ambiance: Amphitrite bathouse

The reflection of a pale skinned young woman could be seen on the undisturbed surface of the water. Her long hair was gathered on top of her head, a white streak ran through it, breaking the darkness of her precious locks. Her expression was sour, while she studied every inch of her reflection under the lights of the bathhouse lanterns. A pattern of scales started at the nape of her neck and trailed down her spine, they glistened in the dimmed lights. Her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized her womanly shape, fearing that too would one day lose its luster. There was no one inside with her, she had insisted that there would not be a soul to see her. It wasn't a matter of modesty, but rather vanity. The white strand of hair was a thorn in her eye, and she couldn't stand to look at it. Frustration took hold of her and she grabbed a wooden bath brush from the marble floor to throw at her reflection, breaking the surface.

The remains of the dye she'd used to blacken her hair swirled around the water. With a heavy sigh she lowered herself onto the floor, kneeling next to a small stone slab. It was used as a makeshift table to hold an assortment of bottles and jars. The contents remained a mystery, the glass was dark and none of them were labeled. A mortar and pestle stood ready to be used. Nur started the arduous process of creating a special dye to hide her grey streak. She had been searching for months on end, only to come up empty handed. It was like no one had ever heard of this before. An aging succubus whose powers were slipping away.

The sound of stone grinding on stone stopped after she finished her work. The result was a thick dark paste, which smelled surprisingly much more pleasant than it looked. Nur edged closer to edge of the pool so she could see what she was doing. She pulled out the pin holding her hair together and let it trail down her shoulders and back. Her hands separated the strands and she stared at the grey hairs anxiously. Was it spreading?, or maybe she was imagining it. Wanting to deny the truth Nur began to smear on the dye with vigor, covering parts of her hair that didn't need it. It stained her hands and shoulders, smearing her alabaster skin with streaks of black.

Footsteps were approaching, she could tell by the pace who was coming. There was a knock on the heavy doors, and some quiet whispering among the two men standing outside. Someone entered, his steps echoing through the room. He approached the woman, but kept a respectful distance. The man watched, appreciating his view. He bit his lip, trying to contain the train of thought his mind was taking him in. Nur glanced over her shoulder, barely acknowledging his presence. Her expression remained indifferent and she resumed what she was doing, scooping up some water from the pool with a pitcher. She started to wash her hands, letting the water drip down into the basin she'd positioned in front of her.

The man tugged at the neckline of the shirt he was wearing, and wiped some perspiration of his forehead. He cleared his throat in an attempt to speak.

"My...l"

He was swiftly cut off by Nur's displeased voice. The woman turned to face him, holding the pitcher in her arms. She looked like one of the many statues of the aquatic spirits and goddesses looming over the bathhouse visitors from their marble pedestals.

"Haldir, didn't I tell no one was allowed to get in?" Haldir sighed, displeasing her had become the bane of his existence. Nur had reduced him to a mere shred of his former self. Now anything he did, everything he thought about was in some way connected to this woman. He remained quiet, there was little he could say. It was a comical sight, to see a dark elf of his stature, fearsome and clad in a full set of armor act as if he'd disappointed his general.

Nur swayed over to his side. Haldir held in his breath when she looked into his black eyes. He forced out his next sentence, spewing out the words in quick succession.
"My lady, the amora awaits..." He hoped this news would ease her displeasure some. He couldn't stand her being angry with him, it felt like a constant ache in his heart. Like he could lose the thing most precious to him at any moment.
"We should make haste..." Haldir added carefully.

Nur merely raised her brow, and slightly pursed her lips. She extended her hand toward him. He took it gently into his own, kneeling down to hold it against his lips. He felt a ripple of desire pass through him, until it was violently interrupted by a steady stream of water down his neck. Nur poured the entire contents of the pitcher right onto his head. He quietly gasped. His wet hair covered his eyes, and he didn't anticipate the slight push Nur gave him. He lost his balance and fell down onto his backside. She dropped the pitcher next to him, the clay cracked when it hit the marble.

"It's a good thing I tell you what to do, not the other way around."

The succubus retrieved her clothes from the water bearer and exited through the doors, leaving behind a wet and anguished Haldir.

Avalia

The fallen temptress

Nur Laghmani ❧ ?? ❧ Female ❧ Demon

Appearance

Height:

5'3

Weight:

110

Hair Color:

Ebony, like a starless sky. Nur has a gray streak framing the left side of her face, but she dyes it religiously.

Eye Color:

Shifting tones of striking emerald, with slit pupils

Skin Tone:

Smooth alabaster

Brief Clothes Description:

Nur enjoys everything colorful, beautiful and expensive. She dresses in flowing silk dresses, with plunging necklines to reveal her shoulders and curve hugging corsets of painted leather. Beauty before practicality. Infinitely feminine Nur invests many hours on her appearance. She favors solid colors to bring out the details of the leatherwork on her corsets and the embroidery on her dresses. Sparkling jewels adorn her neck, ears, wrists and ankles. The metalwork is twisted to resemble writhing snakes climbing along flowering vines.

Playful ❧ Shallow ❧ Calculating ❧ Friendly

Psychology

Likes:

❦ Jasmine oil
❦ Buying new clothes
❦ Songs and stories about love
❦ Lucky dipps, with forest strawberries

Dislikes:

❦ Aging
❦ Hard manual labor (That's why we have the boys)
❦ Not getting her way

Fears:

❦ Not being able to restore her powers
❦ Being unwanted and undesirable
❦ Growing old alone

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Nur loves to be around people, especially men, who somehow always end up giving her what she wants. When it comes to anyone else, she usually has to feel them out a little. Get an idea on their motives, weak spots. Nur has to know someone well enough in order for them to seize being a threat. Her mind is only settled after she's found a way to twist someone around her finger.
She's known to be selfish and somewhat mean when around people she doesn't know or trust. Every women for herself. If she gives you something and you barely know her, expect there to be strings attached. Nur will be endlessly kind and share all of her laughter, love and riches with the few she trusts. The lengths to which she will go to save someone else is entirely reliant on the relationship Nur has with them. She has no difficulty in selecting friends according to their (emotional) value, like sorting out a box of precious jewels. In this sense Nur is a very practical girl, letting her head guide her instead of her heart when it comes to survival.

On a whole Nur has a pleasant aura around her, she rarely has ill intentions and prefers to poke fun and joke around. She can be incredibly impatient, childish even, when she doesn't get what she wants. Be it material or emotional. She is not afraid to stand up to men, especially when they are easily charmed. Few things make her anxious and she doesn't let that show. Nur is quick on her feet, witty and always wants to have the last laugh. Surprisingly clever she always has something to say. Don't let her out of your sight.

Nur relies on her looks and charm to manipulate people which works well most of the time, but it cancels out groups who aren't susceptible to her womanly ways. She has a hard time befriending or finding common ground with less feminine women, and elderly men especially inspire a sense of displeasure in her. Nur loves to joke around when the joke is not on her. She stays up till the moon is high up in the sky and sleeps in till late mornings. When she's overextended herself she needs to sleep. Otherwise she'll either fall asleep on the spot or even faint.

Carefree ❧ Passionate ❧ Conflicted ❧ Desperate

Background

Occupation

Lady of the night

Living Immediate Family Members:

Too many to count

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Also too many to count

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

Never ask a succubus her body count

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

She is a lone traveler

History: As a little girl Nur grew up into a life of leisure. There were no rules and no limits. Anything she could ever want was given to her. Her youth consisted of waking up when the sun was setting, she would bathe, dress in beautiful clothes and eat nice food. The night was a time of pleasure and fun seeking, stalking the shadows and playing games with her countless brothers and sisters. Nur loved reading fairytales, and was enamored by the idea of true love. She was often ridiculed by the people around her, as it was often the succubus in the story who drove lovers apart.

The demon city Cocytus was her home for most of her life. The moment she reached physical perfection she was trained by her sisters in the art of seduction. She grew into a skilled temptress, using the eternal youth and beauty her kind is famous for. Her kind took pride in being gifted with the powerful ability to entice feelings of desire across all races in Avalia. With adulthood there came an end to the carefree days of her childhood. There was fierce competition among the succubi and their male counterparts the incubi, each honing their skills and perfecting their beauty in an attempt to outsmart the other.

Tired of dealing with constant competition, backstabbing and ruthlessness Nur moved away from Cocytus, following in the footsteps of many of her sisters, spreading out across Avalia. Countless years passed and Nur started to feel a sense of emptiness. Being desired if only for a fleeting amount of time, no longer gave her the satisfaction it used to. She envied the happy couples she encountered, and despite the reputation of her kind, she resisted the urge to break them apart. Even if it was not meant for her, she still wanted to preserve it wherever she found it.

Eventually she settled in a small backwater town, in an attempt to live a more quiet life. Life in the secluded town was a welcome change for her. She took to it quickly and with surprising joy. After another unusual day Nur awoke one morning feeling something had changed. She felt weaker, less powerful and it scared her. Whenever she needed to use her power it sometimes didn't even work at all. She started to show signs of age. A grey streak appeared in her hair, which mortified her. Absorbing life force was a temporary solution, as it reversed the effects, only to make it worse afterwards. Her power continued to deplete. Nur began to feel desperate, searching to find out why this was happening to her, and how to restore her power.

She started her search in Azmor Galus. There she found a lead to the castle of the Lich king. Nur knew a powerless demon would never be granted access to the precious knowledge of Aklenroth's library. Valuing her life she continued her search elsewhere, exhausting every place of knowledge in Avalia. Eventually Nur reached Roshmi, where she witnessed the start of a rebellion against the Aklenroth, led by a fairy princess. There was only one place left to look, by siding with the rebels she could get access to the library.

Special ability: Tactile pheromone secretion ❧ Strength: Seduction ❧ Weakness: Fading powers

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

❦ Heals faster
❦ Immune to many types of poison, venom and diseases
❦ Quick reflexes

Physical Weaknesses:

❦ Averse to bright sunlight
❦ Average strength
❦ Small stature

Subspecies:

Succubus, the desire demon
Unearthly beautiful female entities. They appear human, but upon closer inspection traces of demonic features can be seen, pointed ears, scales on the back and neck, snakelike eyes, small retractable fangs and a forked tongue. They visit men at night, and can appear in dreams, wanting their victim to fall in love with them. The succubus feeds on this desire, to maintain her youth, beauty and power.

Best Abilities:

Nur can use pheromones to awaken desire, or put subjects into a state of high suggestibility, resulting in a limited form of mind control. They can also be used to slightly stimulate the healing process and induce sleep. While not a poison it can be used to disorient enemies and make them extremely sick. The effects of her pheromones are temporary, and grow stronger or weaker with the duration of skin contact.

Avalia

The fallen temptress

Nur Laghmani ❧ 52 ❧ Female ❧ Demon

Appearance

Height:

5'3

Weight:

110

Hair Color:

Ebony, like a starless sky. Nur has a gray streak framing the left side of her face, but she dyes it religiously.

Eye Color:

Shifting tones of striking emerald, with slit pupils

Skin Tone:

Smooth alabaster

Brief Clothes Description:

Nur enjoys everything colorful, beautiful and expensive. She dresses in flowing silk dresses, with plunging necklines to reveal her shoulders and curve hugging corsets of painted leather. Beauty before practicality. Infinitely feminine Nur invests many hours on her appearance. She favors solid colors to bring out the details of the leatherwork on her corsets and the embroidery on her dresses. Sparkling jewels adorn her neck, ears, wrists and ankles. The metalwork is twisted to resemble writhing snakes climbing along flowering vines.

Playful ❧ Shallow ❧ Calculating ❧ Friendly

Psychology

Likes:

❦ Jasmine oil
❦ Buying new clothes
❦ Songs and stories about love
❦ Forest strawberries

Dislikes:

❦ Aging
❦ Hard manual labor (That's why we have the boys)
❦ Not getting her way

Fears:

❦ Not being able to restore her powers
❦ Being unwanted and undesirable
❦ Growing old alone

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Nur loves to be around people, especially men, who somehow always end up giving her what she wants. When it comes to anyone else, she usually has to feel them out a little. Get an idea on their motives, weak spots. Nur has to know someone well enough in order for them to seize being a threat. Her mind is only settled after she's found a way to twist someone around her finger.
She's known to be selfish and somewhat mean when around people she doesn't know or trust. Every women for herself. If she gives you something and you barely know her, expect there to be strings attached. Nur will be endlessly kind and share all of her laughter, love and riches with the few she trusts. The lengths to which she will go to save someone else is entirely reliant on the relationship Nur has with them. She has no difficulty in selecting friends according to their (emotional) value, like sorting out a box of precious jewels. In this sense Nur is a very practical girl, letting her head guide her instead of her heart when it comes to survival.

On a whole Nur has a pleasant aura around her, she rarely has ill intentions and prefers to poke fun and joke around. She can be incredibly impatient, childish even, when she doesn't get what she wants. Be it material or emotional. She is not afraid to stand up to men, especially when they are easily charmed. Few things make her anxious and she doesn't let that show. Nur is quick on her feet, witty and always wants to have the last laugh. Surprisingly clever she always has something to say. Don't let her out of your sight.

Nur relies on her looks and charm to manipulate people which works well most of the time, but it cancels out groups who aren't susceptible to her womanly ways. She has a hard time befriending or finding common ground with less feminine women, and elderly men especially inspire a sense of displeasure in her. Nur loves to joke around when the joke is not on her. She stays up till the moon is high up in the sky and sleeps in till late mornings. When she's overextended herself she needs to sleep. Otherwise she'll either fall asleep on the spot or even faint.

Carefree ❧ Passionate ❧ Conflicted ❧ Desperate

Background

Occupation

Lady of the night

Living Immediate Family Members:

Too many to count

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Also too many to count

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

Never ask a succubus her body count

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

She is a lone traveler

History: As a little girl Nur grew up into a life of leisure. There were no rules and no limits. Anything she could ever want was given to her. Her youth consisted of waking up when the sun was setting, she would bathe, dress in beautiful clothes and eat nice food. The night was a time of pleasure and fun seeking, stalking the shadows and playing games with her countless brothers and sisters. Nur loved reading fairytales, and was enamored by the idea of true love. She was often ridiculed by the people around her, as it was often the succubus in the story who drove lovers apart.

The demon city Cocytus was her home for most of her life. The moment she reached physical perfection she was trained by her sisters in the art of seduction. She grew into a skilled temptress, using the eternal youth and beauty her kind is famous for. Her kind took pride in being gifted with the powerful ability to entice feelings of desire across all races in Avalia. With adulthood there came an end to the carefree days of her childhood. There was fierce competition among the succubi and their male counterparts the incubi, each honing their skills and perfecting their beauty in an attempt to outsmart the other.

Tired of dealing with constant competition, backstabbing and ruthlessness Nur moved away from Cocytus, following in the footsteps of many of her sisters, spreading out across Avalia. Countless years passed and Nur started to feel a sense of emptiness. Being desired if only for a fleeting amount of time, no longer gave her the satisfaction it used to. She envied the happy couples she encountered, and despite the reputation of her kind, she resisted the urge to break them apart. Even if it was not meant for her, she still wanted to preserve it wherever she found it.

Eventually she settled in a small backwater town, in an attempt to live a more quiet life. Life in the secluded town was a welcome change for her. She took to it quickly and with surprising joy. After another unusual day Nur awoke one morning feeling something had changed. She felt weaker, less powerful and it scared her. Whenever she needed to use her power it sometimes didn't even work at all. She started to show signs of age. A grey streak appeared in her hair, which mortified her. Absorbing life force was a temporary solution, as it reversed the effects, only to make it worse afterwards. Her power continued to deplete. Nur began to feel desperate, searching to find out why this was happening to her, and how to restore her power.

She started her search in Azmor Galus. There she found a lead to the castle of the Lich king. Nur knew a powerless demon would never be granted access to the precious knowledge of Aklenroth's library. Valuing her life she continued her search elsewhere, exhausting every place of knowledge in Avalia. Eventually Nur reached Roshmi, where she witnessed the start of a rebellion against the Aklenroth, led by a fairy princess. There was only one place left to look, by siding with the rebels she could get access to the library.

Special ability: Tactile pheromone secretion ❧ Seduction ❧ Fading powers

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

❦ Heals faster
❦ Immune to many types of poison, venom and diseases
❦ Quick reflexes

Physical Weaknesses:

❦ Averse to bright sunlight
❦ Average strength
❦ Small stature

Subspecies:

Succubus, the desire demon
Unearthly beautiful female entities. They appear human, but upon closer inspection traces of demonic features can be seen, pointed ears, scales on the back and neck, snakelike eyes, small retractable fangs and a forked tongue. They visit men at night, and can appear in dreams, wanting their victim to fall in love with them. The succubus feeds on this desire, to maintain her youth, beauty and power.

Best Abilities:

Nur can use pheromones to awaken desire, or put subjects into a state of high suggestibility, resulting in a limited form of mind control. They can also be used to slightly stimulate the healing process and induce sleep. While not a poison it can be used to disorient enemies and make them extremely sick. The effects of her pheromones are temporary, and grow stronger or weaker with the duration of skin contact.

The wingless fairy

Ĉiela Uccello ☽ 22 ☉ Female ☾ Fairy

Appearance

Height:

5'4"

Weight:

120

Hair Color:

Ebony, like a starless sky

Eye Color:

Misty blue

Skin Tone:

Fair, with rosy cheeks.

Brief Clothes Description:

Ĉiela dresses in muted tones of grey, off white and faded blue. On a regular day she would wear an off the shoulder blouse, a leather stay and a simple skirt underneath. Most of her garments are lightly embroidered, with delicate flowers and vines, along the edges of her skirts and blouse sleeves. When Ĉiela isn't working on the land surrouding her home, she is at liberty to wear something more elaborate and beautiful. She owns a handful of flowy silk dresses, more befitting of a fairy. Soft and airy, they are more suited for a summers day, visiting the market or the village stores. On her feet she wears a pair of simple sandels, or slippers. Ĉiela ties her long hair back into braided updos with ribbons and flowers.

Solemn ☽ Dignified ☉ Compassionate ☾ Solitary

Psychology

Likes:

☽ Swimming
☽ Walks in the forest
☽ Sewing
☽ Iced milk with honey
☽ Her three pet storks

Dislikes:

☽ Being around other fairies
☽ Narrow mindedness
☽ Leaving her home
☽ Being pitied

Fears:

☽ Losing her three pet storks
☽ Marriage
☽ Demons

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Ĉiela keeps to herself most of the time, to avoid the pity and cruelty of others. But that doesn't mean she is selfish or unkind. She cares a great deal about her avian familiaris. Her willingness to help and save others depend on her closeness to them.

A calm and serene young woman Ĉiela isn't easily angered or anxious, unless her storks are putting themselves in danger. In that case she will muster up her inner courage and act with a swift decisiveness.

Ĉiela's intelligence stems from the difficult times in her life. She knows that even seemingly kind creatures such as fairies, are not immune to cruelty. Through her trade she has come across people and objects from all over Avalia, teaching her about the world, without leaving her home. Ĉiela is kind and gracious to most, having no difficulty in building a steady clientele. She can be funny on occassion, joking around with her pet storks. She prefers them as her companions and is distrustful of someone trying to get close to her. This makes it harder for her to accept new friends. Ĉiela feels her life is fine as it is.

Fortunate ☽ Happy ☉ Loss ☾ Solitude

Background

Occupation

Merchant

Living Immediate Family Members:

Father
Mother
Two sisters
Grandparents

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Everyone is alive and well

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

A male forest fairy (Past love)

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Ĉiela chooses to live by herself.

History:

Ĉiela grew up in a wealthy and well off family. They were known throughout the fairy kingdoms for their beautiful wings, a source of fame and fortune. A genetic blessing the family preserved by only selecting fairy's with wings equaling theirs in splendor. Her childhood was mostly uneventful, spending her days frolliking through the meadows of the Flower Fairy Kingdom.

When Ĉiela reached the age to be married her parents were very particular in their choice for a husband. After her two sisters married less than suitable husbands, her parents were determined to arrange a fitting match for Ĉiela. Ĉiela was introduced to her future husband, and by some miracle the arranged couple got along. They went through a long engagement, living with joy and love for each other.

Some weeks prior to her wedding Ĉiela went on a romantic outing with her fiancee. As they were watching the sunset together they were ambushed by a terrifying demon and his winged consort. They tore the couple apart, needing a strong male fairy to conduct a dark experiment. Desperate to save her fiancee Ĉiela offered the demon a deal. The prized and beautiful wings on her back in exchange for his freedom. He agreed and released them. They fled back home, their minds spinning. What followed after was a period of mourning and pity. Ĉiela became an outcast, wingless, her chances of marriage destroyed. The wedding was called off, and slowly everyone moved on with their lives.

Ĉiela distanced herself from her fairy community. She went to live on her own, in a small cottage at the edge of a forest leading up to mountains. In time she bonded with three storks. She became their caretaker, they gave her purpose, and served as her wings. Ĉiela took up her pastime of weaving, sewing and embroidery to provide for herself. She lived of the land around her, selling rare plants in the spring and summer. In the wintertime she sold fabric. All of these goods were delivered by her faithful feathered companions.

Special ability: Zoolingualism ☽ Skilled archer ☉ Fragile stature ☾

Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

☽ Keen eyesight
☽ Fast runner
☽ Light step

Physical Weaknesses:

☽ Small stature
☽ Ĉiela has no wings to carry her into the air
☽ Not a lot of combat experience

Best Abilities:

Zoolingualism. Ĉiela has a very strong and deep connection with her three pet storks. On rare occasions she can even feel their emotions and experience shared pain. The reach of her telepathic connection is wide, she can sense them several miles away, flying through the air.

Avalia

Time: Dawn
Location: Edge of a forest
Interactions: Vanasi
Ambiance: Waning

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"So you see brother that is why I cannot let you go...."
Vanasi had taken his little brother to a place he knew he'd feel at ease. They were sitting at the edge of the forest, underneath a flat peach tree. The serious conversation he'd planned for days was now finally over. It was a weight of off his shoulders. It was difficult for him to be harsh with Ilan, but Vanasi knew he would see the sense in this decision. As naive as he sometimes appeared to be Ilan also possessed a wisdom beyond his years.

Ilan hadn't said anything yet. Emotions of all kind were welling up inside him. Sadness about leaving his new friends behind, wistful for the ones he would never meet and finally trepidation to return to an empty house with the memories of his grandmother in every room. Vanasi was caught by surprise when a tear spilled down the freckled face of Ilan. His usual wonderfilled jade eyes, turned sad and pained. He sobbed quietly and pulled up his legs to his chest, leaning his face on his knees. He stared of into his own world.

Vanasi let him be, with great effort he had to make himself stay where he was. This only confirmed to him Ilan was far from ready to be involved in a gruesome war. It would crush what remained of his already pained spirit. If it were up to him he would be far far away from all this. It pained him to see him like this, but better to be safe. Time would sooth his wounds.

After a while his sobs quietted down and Ilan suddenly realized how tired he felt. It was like he'd been holding it back for a long time. He sighed deeply and wiped the remaining tears from his face, his eyes red and puffy. He knew that after the war eventually everyone would go their seperate ways, returning to the places they came from. Both Avalians and humans. He didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, but at the same time he felt like he couldn't face them. Part of him felt like he was abandoning them. So instead he wrote each a letter, to share the things he would have said.

It calmed him down, and after a while of writing down his thoughts the tears stopped coming. He'd made his peace for now.
He folded them carefully into a shape resembling a flower. He got up from the grass and handed the letters to Vanasi.
"Promise you'll give these to them..."
He said tearfully, his voice slightly unsteady.

He clasped his hands around Ilan's smaller ones.
"Be safe and stay kind"

"I promise, I will"
Vanasi watched the shape of his younger brother Ilan wane in the distance, he kept looking until he could not see him anymore. It was the right thing to do. Even if he wouldn't make it out alive, he'd kept his promise to grandmother. Ilan was safe.

Avalia

Ilan & Kenia

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Kenia weaved through the crowd, following her paper bird, but also searching for her companions. While she’d tried to keep an eye on them during the last dance, it had also been difficult as she didn’t want to seem suspicious and had quickly given up on the task. Now she took the few moments to locate them and make sure they were okay. She wasn’t too worried about Malachi as she knew he could take care of himself pretty well, but she did worry about Corvina. They both seemed to be doing okay, however, and it brought Kenia a little bit of relief.

Soon she found herself in front of a fawn demi-human and realized this was to be her next partner. She only hoped that he wouldn’t be as pesky as the small fox they had encountered a few days ago. If how he was dressed was anything to go off of she would assume that he probably was worlds different from the fox. He was actually quite enjoyable and she found it easy to give him a friendly smile. ”Hello there, it looks like I have the pleasure of dancing with you for this second dance. My name is Elora, may I have your name?” She curtsied to the fawn and continued to use her false name even though she felt less of a need to do so. One could never be too careful, however.

Ilan glanced over his shoulder with a slight frown of worry on his features, feeling wistful as he watched princess Risa leave with someone else. Their dance almost got interrupted by the light elf governor with the icy stare. Ilan recognized him and he was glad Risa and Sakura managed to politely chase him off. He didn’t want to go through a repeat of what happened at the marketplace. He would be safe with his new allies, they were powerful and kind.

Another beautiful woman approached him, she seemed to glide over the floor of the great hall. Dressed in sweeping folds of black, and a gold brocade mask she had an air of mystery and subtle danger. Her tone of voice was pleasant and did not fully match they way she looked. Ilan found it to be an interesting and pleasant contrast.

Ilan returned her curtsy with a one of his own, bending down with his slender legs. He brushed off some non existent dust of off his clothes and smiled modestly at Elora.
“I am Ilan Mu, it’s nice to meet you Elora” He walked up closer to her, his body language was hesitant, careful and slightly guarded. It contradicted his actions as he readied himself for the dance, leading Elora in a leisure pace.

”The pleasure is mine, Ilan.” Kenia said sweetly as she took notice of his hesitant nature. He seemed young so she couldn’t entirely fault him for this. Besides it was rather nerve wracking to be dancing with a complete stranger. She kept a pleasant smile on her face as she followed his lead in the slower paced dance. Was it possible this young faun would want to see a change in this world? It did seem that it was a lot of the younger generation that wanted change so there was a chance of it. Still she knew she needed to be careful with how she navigated the conversation. ”Are you enjoying your night so far? What brought you to this event by chance?” She asked, keeping a light air to her words.

Ilan was pleasantly surprised by her kind demeanor. It gave him cause to trust Elora with a small piece of honesty and tell her why he was here. His words were carefully chosen and he spoke quietly of his journey.
“I was a traveling musician of sorts, trying to make something of my life, stand on my own two legs and be independent.”

He shifted and closed the remaining distance between them, so he could share the reason why he chose to support the humans.
“It was on my journey that I met with someone rumored to help bring an end to the tyranny of the Lich king. Sadly he passed away.”
The young faun swallowed a lump in his throat, remembering the horrific events he went through not so long ago. He collected his bearings and continued to tell the story.
“My friends and I are looking for ones like him, who wield the power of nature”

Kenia listened to Ilan speak, taking note of how he said he WAS a traveling musician. This choice of words had caught her attention and she found herself silently watching him a little closer. No longer did she just listen to his words, but she was watching his body language too. He finished confessing that his friends were looking for ones who wielded the power of nature and she found herself grinning internally as she’d realized she’d actually found another rebel. The question was, however, if he was aware of where they were to meet after all this?

”I’m very sorry for your loss. It sounds like you’ve had a rough time of things recently. I find it quite intriguing on the ones you’re searching for.” She’d been talking in a rather hushed voice already, but now she leaned in so she could speak even more quietly to him. ”If you and your friends were to follow the coast up from Roshmi to the northwest to a small port town I can promise you that you’ll find more of the ones you’re seeking out.” She pulled back from whispering to him and gave him a grin. ”And don’t give up on your music. That in itself can be a very powerful tool. Help to uplift spirits and spread wonderful tales. Perhaps if we meet again sometime I could lend my own voice to your music.” She told him happily.

His heart jumped when he realized he had found another ally, exactly what he was meant to be doing. Ilan almost couldn't believe his luck. He smiled thankfully at Elora´s display of empathy, acknowledging the fact that watching someone pass away isn't gentle on the soul. His jade eyes widened considerably when Elora shared the location of a secret meeting place. There he would find other rebel forces, and if she was to be believed, more humans too. The idea filled the faun with a sense of hope.

They returned to a respectful distance to one another. Ilan folded his hands behind his back, looking at Elora attentively as she continued to speak. She said something else which pleased his heart. It was a nice to meet another soul who appreciated songs the way he did. He smiled happily, and looked down at the floor. Something he often did when smiling, as if the act was something to be embarrassed about.

“That would be wonderful….., I can name a song after you”
Ilan added with a slight sense of hesitation. It would be a way to remember her by. She hoped they would meet again and he hoped the same.

He bowed to her respectfully, a few curls falling out of his neat side part.
“Until we meet again”

Avalia

Time: Time to dance!
Location: Roshmi city, grand hall
Interactions: Risa @Princess
Ambiance: Butterfly dances

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The name of the beautiful fairy princess sounded familiar to Ilan. Risa...
During his time in Ra Monde he remembered her name being mentioned. The faun tried to recall as much information about her as he could muster from his memory. Ilan was again confronted by his introvert nature. He'd kept to himself most days, and even when he accompanied his companions, he was often with his head in the clouds. Yet there was this peculiar feeling which only grew stronger as she spoke, like someone pulled on the strings of fate. Their destinies were intertwined. Ilan liked to believe spirits of benevolence were guiding their path.

Ilan returned her polite curtsy with a modest bow. He took a moment to find the right words to say to her.
"Your highness..."
Ilan began politely, holding out his hand, with the other behind his back. He was unsure who would lead this dance. Though he had read many fairytale books, with drawings of princes and princesses who danced beautifully. He hoped that would help him now. Often ridiculed by his brothers for reading such nonsense, Ilan could not contain the slightest smirk. It seemed there was ever a purpose for the most unexpected things.

Ilan lead them into the first steps of a slow and gentle dance. He tried to stand on the edge of his hooves, to be a little taller. The fairy princess was only slightly taller than him, but usually the princes in the tales were tall and handsome. Though in some way he was living in a fairytale now. Who would have thought he would dance with a fairy princess?

"I believe I am meant to help you somehow. It's something I feel strongly about, even though we have only just met"
Ilan finally looked at her face. When their eyes met, he felt that same peculiar feeling. He stared into her beautiful violet colored eyes.

"My journey did not have a purpose, but I think the benevolent spirits lead me to your cause, and that of the humans"
He whispered the last word quietly. His ears perked up and his senses were on high alert momentarily. His jade eyes darted across the room quickly, to his relief no one seemed to have heard.

Avalia

Time: Time to dance!
Location: Roshmi city, grand hall
Interactions: Risa @Princess
Ambiance: Butterfly dances

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Ilan watched all the guests arrive, still seated in the swing, hands folded in his lap. He rocked back and forth gently, at a pace where he didn't need to hold on to the ropes to steady himself. He admired from a far, there was so much to see. Once his jade eyes had settled on one scene, they were drawn to the next. The grandeur of the ball almost made him forgot why he was there. The people he'd joined up with, Kuroi, Baraian, Belle and later Cade, Ayita and Sakura. Everyone at Ra Monde, the members of the Golden Death. They were here to find humans and keep them safe from the Lich King.

Before the faun had time to sink deeply into the weight of his troubles, the slip of paper inside his palms stirred, its magic awakened. It glowed with an iridescent light, folding itself into the intricate shape of a butterfly. It fluttered up into the air, beckoning Ilan to follow it. Ilan smiled softly, giving the enchanted paper a curious look. He hopped of the swing with a light jump and walked up to it. He attempted to stroke the beautiful colored wings of the paper butterfly, but it was too quick, his fingers brushing through the empty air instead. It amazed him how lifelike it behaved.

He began to follow it around the hall, forcing him to mingle into the large crowd of people. In his mind he held his breath, and physically he tensed up slightly. It was like jumping into a pool. Luckily the butterfly proved to be the right amount of distraction for him and slowly his anxiety calmed, his nerves forgotten. The anonymity of his dance partner was no longer a source of fear, as the butterfly circled around one of the most beautiful fairies he had ever seen. She was like the heaven at night, with shimmering stars leaving behind a trail of purple and pink against a deep blue sky.

Ilan was hesitant to approach her. He could dance a little bit, but he wasn't like a fairytale price. They would surely make an odd couple. Yet there was something about her, aside from her obvious beauty which alerted his preternatural senses. She was here with a purpose, Ilan was sure of that. He knew fairies to be kind and good, she looked to be exactly that. There was truly only one way to get to know her better. He brushed off some invisible dust of his dapper clothes, and smoothed his curls back into place. Ilan cleared his throat, both hands folded behind his back.

"Hello..."
He simply said, feeling somewhat awkward already. He was too nervous to look directly into her eyes, instead he pointed out to the butterfly fluttering about and eventually landing on her hair.

"I think that means we will share a dance."

Avalia

Time: 4 p.m
Location: Roshmi city, grand hall
Interactions: None
Ambiance: Swing of flowers

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Ilan stood in front of a large mirror while a handful of other performers were bustling about, adjusting their clothes, tuning their instruments and switching out masks and other accessories. He folded his hands behind his back and looked at his reflection, cocking his head to the side, which almost made his mask[insert picture] fall off. He caught it just in time. He reached up with his slender fingers and tied the green satin ribbon behind his head. The ends disappeared into his curls. It had been a long time since he'd been in formal clothes. He looked wistfully into the mirror, his features combining into an undecided expression. A careful smile on his lips, jade green eyes clouded over in trepidation.

The craftsmanship of his outfit was incredible, yet understated. The tailor had done this on purpose. It was befitting of his timid nature and wish not to draw much attention to himself. It would be his music which would capture the hearts of all the visitors tonight. He smoothed out the silk vest, and adjusted the sleeves of his blouse. Both the vest and his pants were made of a precious pale green silk, the color of budding leaves. Along the edges a simple floral embroidery reflected his fondness for the natural world. Intertwining strands of various flowers, in a range of muted colors. The blouse he was wearing had a very faint peach hue, with slight bellowing sleeves. Even his mess of curls had been neatly coiffed. Instead of his usual wild adornment of many flowers, Ilan had opted for a simple flower broach, fastened to his breast pocket.

He held his lyre, happy to be reunited with his prized instrument. Ilan practiced a few poses. One for introducing himself, another to say goodbye. A deep bow, a respectful nod. The ball was an event of a magnitude the faun hadn't witnessed before, let alone perform. It was safe to say he was nervous, much more than usual. The mask did help in that respect, because no one would recognize him and he had a limited view of the room. He was grateful for it. A large standing clock announced it would just be another hour before the ball would start. They were going to need him at rehearsals.

Ilan quietly followed suit behind a group of musicians who would join him on the stage tonight. Some chatted excitedly, others merely clutched their instruments with a stern expression. He wondered in all the excitement and pre performance jitters how his friends were doing. He'd seen them last a day before, after they had agreed Ilan's place as a stage performer would be a useful vantage point. He got swept up in all the preparations and selecting his wardrobe for the evening. The hall was decorated lavishly, matching the beauty and effort everyone put into their appearance.

"Wow..."
He whispered quietly, letting his gaze wander around. There were tables lined with all kinds of finger foods, exotic fruits and comforting sweets and cakes. Wreaths of lights mysteriously woven together and held by some invisible force bathed the hall in a warm glow. The dance floor was mapped out by rows of expertly crafted rugs of varying color and design. The stage captured Ilan's attention the minute he saw it, or rather part of the stage. Left of the stage a little farther back, a large magnolia tree rose up. One branch stuck out at an odd angle, on which someone had fastened a swing. There wasn't anyone on it, yet it swayed back and forth quietly, like it was being pushed by the wind. The ropes were decorated with wreaths and bundles of flowers of all kinds, shapes, colors and sizes.

The sight warmed his soul and he smiled. Content to just look at the swing, the faun remained still for a while. Behind him the large stature of the archer Regulus appeared. The sound of his hooves was muffled by the rugs, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak up on the unsuspecting faun. The tall archer lifted him up with ease, placing his hands under the lean arms of Ilan.
Ilan let out a surprised yelp, suddenly feeling weightless as he was being held up by something. He strained his head over his shoulder to see Regulus giving him one of his rare smiles.

"What are you doing..?"
Ilan said sounding both nervous and happily surprised at the same time. His tight grip tickled a little.
"Put me down"
He laughed, trying to wiggle free. Regulus didn't say anything. The centaur started to dash towards the stage. The sudden change of pace made Ilan quiver. The rush made him shut his eyes.

"Don't drop me please.."
He managed to say while he was being rushed of someplace. Ilan felt he was being lowered to something. Regulus made sure the faun was seated safely after which he gently took hold of his hands and moved them away from his face. The faun still had his bright eyes closed. Regulus smirked at his mannerisms. How could someone like him exist in a cruel world like this?

"You can open your eyes now.." Regulus said with a smile, taking a step back.

Ilan opened his eyes to find he was swaying back and forth gently, surrounded by the scent of all kinds of flowers. Speechless for a moment, he listened to Regulus.

"That is your spot for the evening, I had it specially made" He explained gesturing towards, the decorations.

Ilan smiled his brightest smile.
"It's wonderful!"