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BASKH AP VISI

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

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

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

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

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

BASKH'S TIMELINE

TIMELINE
THIRD AGE

2885 - Stirred up by emissaries of Sauron the Haradrim cross the Poros and attack Gondor. War between Harad and Gondor intensifies.

2910 - Suladân comes out of Far-Harad

2915 - Suladân finally succeeds in uniting a majority of the Harad tribes and takes up residence in Kes Ebb, creating his armies and organising his people against Gondor.

2929 - Arathorn II weds Gilraen, Baskh Born.

2930 - Death of Arador, Arathorn II becomes Chieftain of the Dúnedain, Denethor II born.

2931 - Aragorn born.

2933 - Death of Arathorn II, Aragorn becomes Chieftain of the Dúnedain.

2937 - Baskh runs in her first successful passage across the Dune Sea and is awarded her honour band.

2941 - Bilbo gains the One Ring, Sauron driven from Dol Guldur, Thorin II Oakenshield becomes King of Erebor, Battle of Five Armies

2942 - Sauron returns to Mordor, Baskh decides to pledge into her tribe rather than strike out on her own. She loves her family and trains harder to defend them.

2944 - Gollum begins his hunt.

2946 - After months of being hunter, Baskh’s tribe is finally caught below the ash mountains by servants of Sauron. They kill nearly everyone except Baskh’s aged Aunt and the secret keeper for their blackpowder. She and Baskh are taken hostage to Kes Ebb.

2947 - Baskh’s Aunt finally gives up her secrets after many months of interrogation. She makes her niece swear to find vengeance upon the Dark Lord.

2949 - After three years within the fighting pits of Kes Ebb, Baskh kills a Champion in single combat and earns the right to serve in the Harad armies.

2951 - Sauron sends three Nazgûl to reoccupy Dol Guldur, Construction begins on Barad-dûr.

2952 - Elrond reveals to 'Estel' his true name and ancestry; he gives Aragorn the Shards of Narsil. In the woods of Rivendell, Aragorn meets Arwen. Aragorn goes into the Wild.

2953 - Last meeting of the White Council, Death of Turgon, Ecthelion II becomes Ruling Steward of Gondor, Saruman begins to fortify Isengard, Death of Fengel, Thengel takes sceptre of Rohan.

2954 - Orodruin re-awakens. Determined to rise high enough to eventually undermine Sauron, Baskh fights to rise through the ranks of the army. She is named Aska, a Captain.

2956 - Aragorn meets Gandalf, Baskh struggles with the respect her closer relation with Suladân brings. She sees a great leader, not so terrible but simply trying to ensure the safety of his people. Her thirst for revenge dulls in the face of her wish to defend her people.

2957 - Aragorn begins his great journeys as Thorongil

2968 - Frodo Baggins born, Baskh kills one of Suladân’s closest advisors to defend him from assassination, after much deliberation on the matter. She thinks she will be executed but instead the Black Serpent makes her one of his Visi, elite warriors named as his family, closer than friends.

2978 - Boromir born, Théodred born, Death of Elfhild

2980 - Suladân begins being forced into increasingly barbaric decisions in order to keep Sauron satisfied. In the end, Baskh cannot be a part of it. She tries once to sway him, but Suladân cannot be moved and they are forced to combat. She is not content to die there and, after wounding Suladân, she just manages to flee the city. She comes to Gondor, initially captured, but with the immediate offer of detailed information upon the Haradrim’s war activities she is given reprieve. Ecthelion, with a mind for accepting help from outside sources and finding himself trusting Baskh, accepted her oaths of fealty. Adventures of Thorongil end, Aragorn and Arwen betrothed, Gollum meets Shelob, Death of Thengel, Théoden takes sceptre of Rohan.

2982 - After two years of unhindered, uncomplaining and dedicated service Baskh is allowed full rights as a citizen of Gondor and a true position in the army. Ecthelion places her as a guard of his household, recognising her skill and experience as such.

2983 - Faramir born.

2984 - Death of Ecthelion II, Denethor becomes Ruling Steward of Gondor. Baskh renews her oaths of fealty to the new Steward, recognising that he might not be so easily swayed as his father. Still, her behaviour does not change overmuch, she works and sacrifices selflessly and without complaint.

2985 - Baskh begins writing a lexicon of all those tribes of the Harad known to her and their customs, putting her merchant training to good use and adding more to the collective knowledge of her people than all loremasters on the subject ever could.

2986 - Baskh is named a Captain and begins endeavouring to specifically combat the Haradrim. Finishes her Lexicon. She finds a taste for writing about her people and so continues with a some smaller projects such as tales of the truest south and greater east.

2988 - Death of Finduilas.

2990 - Baskh requests to be a part of Denethor’s honour guard as she is most comfortable in gifting her life to the defense of her lord directly.

2999 - Lothíriel born, With the rise of Boromir to the position of Captain-General Baskh’s task switches from defense of the Steward to his son. She and Boromir become slow but solid friends.

3000 - Saruman ensnared by Sauron.

3001 - Gandalf begins to suspect the One Ring is in the Shire.

3009 - Gandalf and Aragorn hunt for Gollum.

3010 - Death of Adrahil II, Imrahil becomes Prince of Dol Amroth.

3017 - Gollum captured and taken to Barad-dûr, Alphros born, Éomer becomes Marshal, Gandalf reads the scroll in Minas Tirith

3018 - Osgiliath taken, Baskh takes up a higher position in Boromir’s absence, Gollum hides in Moria, Sauron learns of the treachery of Saruman.

3019 - Deaths of Gollum, Boromir, Denethor II, Saruman, Théoden, Suladan Nazgûl destroyed, One Ring destroyed, End of Sauron, Aragorn takes the Sceptre of the Reunited Kingdom, Baskh longs to return to her homeland, however she fears what this new King might perpetrate against them and so endeavours to remain and help where she can. She grieves Denethor, Suladan and Boromir all, so many great Captains taken for Sauron’s war.

3020 - Faramir weds Eowyn. Baskh leaves the Capitol to join only Faramir’s retinue, angered by the warring still pushed by the King and loyal to the Stewards alone.

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HRÁVANIS-CÁNO

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

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

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

DETAILED CANON FOR HRAVANIS

HEADCANON - HRAVA AND WEAPONRY

So everyone’s always super precious about their swords right? Elven swords are named, they have a recorded history, well cared for, considered the very best you can get.

Well Hrava sees your ‘sword worship’ and doesn’t give a single shit. She loses swords regularly. And I don’t mean just normal swords, I mean she will be given swords forged by the best smiths of that era, from Hithlum to Nargothrond to Gondolin and she will just LEAVE them places. In a Balrog, perhaps drop it to dodge out of the way, perhaps lose it down a chasm, heck she tosses swords when they get a little battered and she doesn’t have time to fix them.

It isn’t as though she’s truly reckless with her weaponry, she tries to maintain it, she’s a metalsmith in her own right. However she might not have access to a forge, the right materials, sometimes taking a new sword is simply more practical than fixing this one. Even if the one she has was forged in Gondolin and the replacement is a shortsword from Gondor. They’re all sharp pieces of metal to her. Useful, she can see the better craftmanship, but that doesn’t help when she has to go to war the next day, does it?

Needless to say, this distresses a lot of Loremasters and Historians alike. An agony to consider how many priceless and incredibly pieces of smith work were lost to her practicality.

HEADCANON - HRAVA AND LEAVING FOR VALINOR

There is this inherrent melancholy and sadness that Hrava essentially suffers from the beginning of the Second Age and onward. And it hurts me thinking about it, I think about the pain she goes through and I feel sad!!

Because after everything, after the death and horror of leaving Aman, after suffering under Morgoth’s tyranny but never ceding to his will, after fighting and fighting and fighting to FINALLY be free of the yoke of Valarian influence, her people suddenly decided to just turn around and go back.

Like watching freed slaves return happily back to their dominators, like watching an Orc freed of it’s corruption and returned to the elf it had been willingly decided to go back to it’s non-life. Thats what it feels like to her, when she watches her friends step onto those ships, smiling, they look relieved. And she can hardly stand it, what the hell had it all been for? This was their HOME, this place was where they had always meant to stay and they’d finally returned, they’d fought for a home and they’d finally gotten it and now? Thats it? Suddenly they’re going back?

When, she asks, did everyone forget why they left in the first place? When did Feanor’s name turn from a beacon of freedom to something spat in the dirt? How could they have forgotten all that he saved them from? When did her entire people lose this massive chunk of their emotional history? Why won’t anyone listen? She’s shocked when she first hears of it, it’s madness and it makes her hate the Valar even more. Perhaps it’s because she was born in Middle Earth as one of the first elves but she doesn’t feel the longing, not in the same way as her kin. And what little she does feel she rejects in disgust.

And herein lies her odd dichotomy. Hrava feels like a freed captive, repressed no longer. And yet she is also a bastion, a pillar of a tyrannical Empire, the Noldorin invaded Sindarin lands but all she can see is that she was taking back the lands stolen from them, finally.

And so, even before the Third Age, she’s made the committed decision. She will remain in Middle Earth and diminish as the earth sees fit. She can grow old and die, it is no great burden. But leaving that which she loved first? She could never. She is still grateful to be free.

HEADCANON - VALINOR

My canon for Valinor, the Elven longing and various other things is perhaps a little different to others so I’ll write it out here.

Logically to me, the Elves had no way of easily and voluntarily leaving Valinor. Literal Gods, divine beings of creation are telling you it is best to stay. It is supposedly a paradise, no strife or distress to be found, but we know full well this isn’t true. How could you possibly consider leaving?

So the Valar and Valinor itself, I’d say, has a kind of magical influence over the mind. A kind of drugging effect that makes you content, complacent, in a kind of haze. Narratively speaking this works considering the only thing that could break them out of this was both the arrival of Morgoth tainting the land and Feanor’s voice and sheer fire of being.

So when Hravanis says she defends and follows Feanor because he ‘freed’ them, that is exactly what she means. She is free to live her life how she chooses because of his actions, no matter how terrible some of them were.

HEADCANON - SEXUALITY

The Avari of Cuivienen had no notion of right or wrong, they were born new and ready to form their own understandings of the world. They did not have pre-existing notions of love or marriage and so as long as people were happy, they were content. Hrava grew up happily loving girls. She had crushes on girls, a lot of girls had crushes on her, she had lovers and heartbreaks and most everyone knew about it.

It wasn’t until they were taken to Valinor and the Valar’s influence was felt that she encountered any issues. She had never been secretive, so by the time people began to believe lesbians somehow erroneous, there was no way for her to be subtle or hide herself. Most already knew. Even she herself was somehow persuaded that her preferences, her feelings, were not for the good of all. How can you argue with Gods?

She chose celibacy, a private decision and yet one everyone around her knew about. This was considered honourable, acceptable, the right thing to do. However, once the Valar’s influence had been dulled for her, once she started questioning the whys, the fury of all her oppressed years in Valinor exploded. She lost so much of herself, her loves, her relationships to their backward thinking and she hates them for it.

And she also lost the guaruntee of acceptance. The Noldor may have fled Valinor but its effects were still felt afterwards. Hrava was determined to be free, but many amongst her considered her wrong, faithless, broken, abhorrent. She lost many friends and was excluded from many circles, Lords barred her from seeing their daughters. She was even called dangerous, predatory, by some. But she lived with this, it was a small price to pay for freedom and she refused outright to return to her old repressive ways no matter how much it hindered her.

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Tatië Uialien

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


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

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

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

DETAILS

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

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

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

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

APPENDICES - FIRST AGE

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tatie's Timeline

- [ Verse: Cuivienen ]

Timeline: Y.T. 1050 - Y.T. 1500

1050 - Tatië awakens
1056 - Finwë is born
1070 - A shadow begins to plague the Elves, some go missing
1085 - She meets Oromë
1089 - Tata is taken, Tatië becomes Leader of the Tatyar
1090 - Oromë returns and the Valar make war upon Morgoth
1091 - Tatië changes her name to Morwë
1099 - Battle is won
1102 - Oromë returns again to invite the Elves into Valinor, Finwë accepts
1104 - Finwë returns with the others and convinces many Elves to leave
1105 - Sundering of the Elves, Morwë accepted as Queen by the Avari
1497 - Dark creatures travel West, Morwë follows, fearing some new Devilry
1498 - Morwë enters Beleriand, eventually meets with Feanor’s Host
Setting: Tatië awakens on the shores of Cuivienen and finds delight in the world. She is free and curious and without much pain or sorrow. She is Lady to the Tatyar, the ‘Seconds’, and wife to Tata as well as his constant trial, no matter the love between them. She is a huntress, an explorer, she wanders the shores of their lake-home and swims its waters. Later on she is a Warrioress, battling against Morgoth’s dark forces and endeavouring to lead her people to safety. In the end she is a widower, a Leader and a Heretic, counselling against the Valar and eventually cursing their names. She Commands the Avarin left behind, learning the ways of shadows and darkness and evading what is left of Morgoth’s foul creatures in the twilight of the World.

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- [ Verse: First Age ]

Timeline: F.A. 1 - F.A. 590

1 ~ 60 - Morwë can be found mostly in Hithlum, trapped there by the warring and battles of the Noldor. Fights in the Dagor Aglareb in Maedhros’ force, earns the name ‘Rauca’ for her ferocity.
61 ~ 310 - She spends more of her time in the Wild, made freer by the Siege on Angband. However she does enter Doriath, as well as spending some time with the Sons of Feanor. Follows Caranthir in meeting the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, knowing their Language from those in the Orocarni Mountains.
311 ~ 456 - She meets the Hildor, men who bare good news of her People and a respect for her after hearing much from the Avari. She spends most time amongst them, aiding them and befriending their lords and advising their peoples. She gathers some force to defend the Pass of Aglon. Goes with the company of Barahir to save Finrod in the Dagor Bragollach.
457 ~ 506 - After Fingolfin’s death she spends more time amongst the Noldorin Lords. She pursues Finrod after he leaves with Beren but is not in time to save him. In the Nirnaeth Arnoidiad she follows Caranthir’s host and upon the defeat, endeavours to spirit away with Turgon’s remaining forces. Enters Gondolin for a time.
507 ~ 590- Upon hearing of the Kinslaying in Doriath, she abandons the Noldor for lost, exiting Gondolin and beginning a weary travel East. Arriving home, she enters a War amongst her peoples, immediately launching into a battle for her throne against the Dark Sorcerer Tuvo and the twisted Maia, Fankil. She rallies her loyalists and leads a massive force in the Battle of Palisor where she drove off Morgoth’s remaining force though with heavy losses.
Setting:

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- [ Verse: Second Age ]

Timeline: S.A. 1 - S.A. 3441

1 ~ 500 - During this whole time Morwë rules her people. She encourages them to distance themselves from the Men of their region, whilst also maintaining friendship with those humans herself, the Wômaw. The Dragon, Utumkodor, lands and settles in the Orocarni mountains, however she remains relatively harmless and Morwë cultivates a respectful distance with her rather than risk open war when her people were still weak.
500 ~
Setting:

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- [ Verse: Third Age ]

Timeline: T.A. 1 - T.A. 3021

Setting:

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- [ Verse: Fourth Age ]

Timeline: F.A. 1 - F.A. N.A

Setting:

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TAMAR, REAVER OF ANDRASTE

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

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

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

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AGRAVAINE KEIR

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AGRAVAINE'S TIMELINE

TIMELINE
8:77 (0): Agravaine Keir is born to Banns Rickard and Lysa Keir.

8:78 (1): Maric Theirin is born.

8:83 (6): Gawaine Keir, Agravaine’s second eldest brother, is executed for treason by the Orlesian Empire. None challenge the ruling.

8:84 (7): Florian Valmont ascends to the throne of Orlais, much to his chagrin. Elaine, Agravaine’s younger sister, is born. Eamon Guerrin, future arl of Redcliffe, is born.

8:91 (14): Teagan Guerrin, younger brother of Rowan Guerrin and Eamon Guerrin, is born. Agravaine begins spying for the Rebellion.

8:95 (18): Agravaine is forced to fight against rebellion forces in order to maintain his cover.

8:96 (19): Moira the Rebel Queen is assassinated by Bann Ceorlic and several other traitor nobles at the behest of the Orlesian King Meghren. Agravaine kills his father.

8:97 (20): After some months in the wilderness, Agravaine meets a young man named Harren, a rebel too, and he is lead to the rebel army and joins their ranks as a common soldier.

8:98 (21): The Fereldan rebels, led by the young Prince Maric, take the isolated port town of Gwaren, their first major victory since the death of Queen Moira. Agravaine is promoted to Captaincy and begins leading his own troops in battle. Garahel Keir, Agravaine’s remaining brother, is killed by Maric himself.

8:99 (22): At the battle of West Hill, the Fereldan rebel army is devastated by the royalist forces. Survivors retreat to Gwaren. Maric is presumed dead. Agravaine saves as many of his Soldiers as possible but the toll is heavy. However, his forces recover enough to fight at the Battle of Riverdane. Agravaine proposes to Harren.

9:02 (25): Led by the young Prince Maric, the Fereldan rebels finally succeed in driving out the Orlesian occupational force. He kills the usurper King Meghren in a duel at Fort Drakon. Harren dies in the final siege and Agravaine is left heartbroken and lost.

9:03 (26): Maric Theirin is crowned as King of Ferelden. Agravaine is reunited with his sister and they reconcile. Neither wish to see the name of Keir continue and so they secede the title to a Son of a Bann of the Rebellion. Agravaine renews his pledge of loyalty to the Crown and Arl Wulff, he is Knighted.

9:04 (27): Birth of Celene Valmont, future empress of Orlais. Elaine marries a son of Arl Gallagher Wulff.

9:05 (28): Birth of Cailan Theirin, future king of Ferelden.

9:08 (31): Death of Queen Rowan of Ferelden. Elaine gives birth to a healthy girl. She is named Ghessa.

9:10 (33): Underneath Ferelden, the intelligent darkspawn known as the Architect attempts to kill the remaining Old Gods and taint the entire surface world. His efforts are thwarted by King Maric and a band of Grey Wardens. Agravaine is sent to Denerim in order to aide in securing the Country in the King’s absence.

9:13 (36): Elaine gives birth to triplets, Roghert, Amme and Turan. Agravaine discovers he has his work cut out for him.

9:15 (38): Quiet but deadly attacks from Orlesian forces are repelled from the South and over the frostbacks by Agravaine and Arl Gallagher. None in the north of Ferelden truly know how close they were to another war. Agravaine meets Calden after saving him from one such attack and he takes him back to the Western Hills. They slowly become closer.

9:17 (40): Agravaine and Calden marry in the autumn.

9:18 (41): Calden’s sister dies tragically of a wasting disease. Her husband, overwhelmed with grief, leaves their daughter, Macha, with Calden and is never seen again. Calden and Agravaine adopt her officially after some months. She is three years old.

9:20 (43): Ferelden and Orlais officially make peace after the ascension of Empress Celene to the Orlesian throne.

9:22 (45): Avvar commit to a truly ferocious offensive against the Western Hills. Agravaine is pushed into a long and gruelling campaign against them and he nearly loses his right eye in the fighting.

9:25 (48): King Maric of Ferelden is thought lost at sea.

9:27 (50): A fragile peace is finally struck with the Avvar and Izot, Gallagher’s daughter, meets Azur Ar Brosna.

9:28 (51): Calden, after his past catches up with him and he kills some Fereldan Nobles, is forced to leave for the Ash Warriors. Agravaine is furious and heartbroken and left to raise their daughter alone.

9:30 (53): Events described in Dragon Age: Origins begin. Agravaine is a Commander amongst the armies at Ostagar, sent by his Lord with what few Soldiers they could spare. His leg is badly wounded in the battle and he only just manages to escape with his life, found by Ash Warrior Sithig (Calden) just in time. However he does not let himself recuperate, dragging himself back to the Western Hills to try and warn his Arl. He is too late for many but eventually Wulff’s remaining family and Agravaine’s daughter manage to flee North to Denerim with the refugees of their Arling.

9:31 (54): After pushing himself far too hard and not having his leg wound properly seen too, Agravaine realises he is no longer fighting fit. His limp is aggressively pronounced and he is nearly forced into retirement by Wulff after he collapses during a routine patrol.

9:32 (55): It becomes clear that there is little for a crippled war hero to do in a busy Arling such as the Western Hills. Worried for his mental state, Arl Gallagher petitions the new Monarch and Agravaine is re-purposed. After some time at court, they realise he has aptitude for diplomacy, as much as any Fereldan might be. His expertise on warfare and connections are used to build bridges between different Banns and, later, with other nations.

9:34 (57): Agravaine travels to Kirkwall to aide the relief effort.

9:37 (60): An apostate mage, Anders, destroys the Kirkwall chantry, igniting the Kirkwall Rebellion and inspiring mages throughout Thedas to rebel against the Circle system. Agravaine, having witnessed the tragedy, is found by Cassandra and eventually recruited into their secretive schemes. He agrees something must be done.

9:38 (61): The Chantry dissolves the College of Enchanters and refuses to allow any future meetings. With Cullen leading the Templars, Agravaine begins managing the larger arms of the rising Inquisition. He draws many Fereldan Soldiers to the cause and prepares for anything.

9:40 (63): Cassandra Pentaghast, one of the few Seekers of Truth still loyal to the Chantry, and Leliana, Divine Justinia V's spymaster, set out to restore the Inquisition. Agravaine officially commits to this aspiration.

9:41 (64): Events described in Dragon Age: Inquisition begin. Divine Justinia V calls for a Divine Conclave between the mages and Templars at the Temple of Sacred Ashes to negotiate an end to the Mage-Templar War. The Conclave is disrupted by Corypheus, who uses an elven artifact in a ritual sacrificing Justinia V. The ritual is interrupted, and the resulting Breach destroys the temple and kills the assembled leaders of the mages, Templars, and the Chantry. Agravaine takes command in the chaos and is eventually named the Inquisition’s Military Commander.

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I lost traction with my last character list so I'm gonna make a new one

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SER CAUTHRIEN

NAME: Cauthrien

BORN: 27th, Verimensis, 8:91 Blessed

ORIGIN: West Hill, a Farm near Crestwood, Ferelden

SEXUALITY: Pan

GENDER: Cis-Female.

CLASS: Warrior.

HEIGHT: 6’5

EYE COLOUR: Dark-brown, sometimes Black

HAIR COLOUR: Very dark brown.

HAIR TYPE: Thick with no natural curling.

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

OCCUPATION

Commander of Gwaren’s Army

Biography

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral

CAUTHRIEN'S TIMELINE

This is a timeline of all the events pertaining to Cauthrien up until the Fifth Blight. I’ll probably keep updating it as I figure her out more and roleplay more events in her past.

It is ordered as:

(Date) - (Cauthrien’s age at the time) - (Event)

8:55 - Roghert Born.
8:62 - Helga Born.
8:68 - Roghert conscripted into Meghren's Army.
8:75 - Helga accepted as a scullery maid to an Orlesian Family.
8:77 - Helga and Roghert meet.
8:80 - Helga and Roghert flee and are Married.
8:81 - Ben Born.
8:82 - Yarro Born.
8:83 ~ 8:90 - Roghert forced into hiding for a time to avoid the Orlesian Military.
8:91 - 0 - Cauthrien Born.
8:93 - 2 - Dava born.
8:94 - 3 - Liliath and Avda twins born.
8:96 - 5 - Dava dies.
8:97 - 6 - Haverad born, Yarro dies.
8:98 - 7 - Haverad dies.
8:99 - 8 - Liliath dies.
9:00 - 9 - The Rebel Queen is betrayed and killed.
9:01 - 10 - Ben murders an entire Orlesian family, children and all.
9:02 - 11 - Jaren Born - End of the Occupation.
9:05 - 14 - Avda disappears, Cauthrien saves Loghain from bandits and is taken into the Gwaren army.
9:08 - 17 - Cauthrien enters Loghain's personal service - Queen Rowan's Death.
9:10 - 19 - Cauthrien attends to Loghain whilst he serves as Regent due to the King’s disappearance. Eventually she follows him to save the King when the Circle Tower is taken over.
9:11 - 20 - Cauthrien acquires the Scar mentioned in this post.
9:12 - 21 - Cauthrien becomes Commander of Maric’s Shield.
9:15 - 24 - Events of this fanfic occur.
9:16 - 25 - Cauthrien Knighted by King Maric.
9:20 - 29 - Cauthrien becomes Commander of Gwaren's Armies - Loghain gives her the Summer Sword - Orlais and Ferelden enter official peace with Queen Celene.
9:25 - 34 - Maric disappears. Loghain and Cauthrien search for him before eventually going to Gwaren and staying there for a time.
9:28 - 37 - Teyrna Celia Mac’Tir dies. Loghain and Cauthrien return to Denerim for good.
9:29 - 38 - Cauthrien meets Captain Elia Vergen for the first time.
9:30 - 39 - Events of the Fifth Blight.

The Marvelous Characters that run around Erranruin's head and Survived the great purge of 2014

Carmen's Theme

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

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

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


Lady Carmen Martirio

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

Turned in the Winter of the Year 1100


Seven and Twenty Souls to her Name

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

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

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

Sixth

Seventh

Eighth

Ninth

Tenth

Eleventh

Twelfth

Thirteenth

Fourteenth

Fifteenth

Sixteenth

Seventeenth

Eighteenth

Nineteenth

Twentieth

Twenty-first

Twenty-fourth

Twenty-fifth

Twenty-Sixth

Twenty-Seventh
Contract-less at the Given Time


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


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



Personality
Gentle//Considerate//Compassionate

Strong//Merciless//Ruthless

Passionate//Artistic//Teasing

Confident//Tactical//Commanding

Controlled//Calm//Elegant



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Relationships

Meneshe Avarham (deceased)

Marcus Sharpe (AWOL)

Gabriel Sharpe

Sophia Brandon

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Name - Thrask
Race - Dwarf
Age - 189
Gender - Male
Height/Weight - 4'0 Feet, 178 Pounds
Place of residence - Mount Gundabad

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Appearance
Thrask is a very dwarf-like dwarf when it comes to physique. His whole body is thick, broad and tough with wide shoulders and a heavily muscled frame. As is the want of dwarfs, his limbs and body is short and stocky while his skin is rough and leathery with a slightly dark pigment to it. Surprisingly his beard is rather short even though it is obvious he is no youngling dwarf. In fact, from the grey in his mane and the lines on his dramatically featured face, one would accurately assume he was a dwarf passing his prime, though indeed he seems no less healthy for the aging. His body is also covered in scars and tattoos, dwarvish lettering peppering his chest and arms in clearly defined horizontal and vertical lines that are marred in some places by huge gashes from wounds long gone.

Weapons

One-Handed Dwarven Battleaxe

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Dwarven Dagger

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Dwarven Shield

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Other supplies

200 gold pieces
Bedroll and Blankets
Cast Iron Pot
Clotting and Disinfectant salves
Skinning Knife
Water Skin


Greatest Strength - Endurance
Greatest Weakness - Diplomacy

Personality

Loyal//Determined//Trustworthy
If Thrask gives you his trust and friendship then you can expect him to deliver. The problem is knowing when he has because its often hard to tell with him. He seems to have an almost constant scowl on his face and its rare for him to relax around individuals other than his family or close friends. The best way to know he's got your back is if you have his (and you arent involved in anything particularly illegal or mean). Still, even like this, it doesnt mean he'll treat you tenderly or gently. Say someone had you at knifepoint and was screaming something about slitting your throat if he doesnt put his axe down. He'd most likely throw a throwing knife at you himself, somewhere mildly non-lethal, use the surprise factor to decapitate your captor and then slap on some medical salves and drag you back to base. To be honest it takes alot to be Thrask's friend, but at least you know you wont die.

Hard//Tough//Stalwart
Thrask doesnt do backing down or giving up. He deals with the problem at hand and, while he may grumble and mutter about the situation, he'll do it while taking out the problem with a heavy Battleaxe to its face or one precise dagger to its nether regions. He'll endure anything you can think of and more. Beat him, shoot him, throw him off a cliff, but you'll never break him. He has held the record for longest resistance against torture without dying or giving up the intel for five years running amongst his Dwarvish regiment, and he plans to beat it if he's ever stupid enough to get captured a second time.

Fatherly//Caring//Protective
Contrary to the above personality traits, Thrask is in fact a very affectionate and loving individual with much to give in terms of compassion and feeling. He is extremely protective of those he holds dear and will fight you on the street at even the slightest mention of an insult directed at a friend or his Wife. As a Father and Husband, he can be soft-spoken, gentle, affectionate and tactile, a total contradiction to his normal attitude. His smile is warm and so are his hugs and, though a gruff person, he also has some capacity for humour and intelligent conversation. Of course these characteristics are known by very few but his wife and family and his comrades. He has a particular soft spot for children and when encountering a child, no matter the race, he can turn from bloodthirsty warrior to loving father in a matter of seconds.

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



Backstory

Born 2977 in Erebor, son of a father loosely related to Nain III and so to his son, Dain Ironfoot, Thrask was always a rambunctious child with a stoic attitude. He was raised in a very traditional and strict Dwarvish family but he never lacked for love in his youth, both his parents adoring him and his two brothers equally and guiding them well on their paths of life. Thrask's father, Throrn, was a well known and well trusted warrior for his King and he was High in the chain of command, trusted by the King himself and part of the contingent of warriors whom had journeyed back to the Lonely Mountain in answer to Thorin's plea. As a result, Thrask always had a lot to live up to as his father's son, his elder brother Thrank also becoming well accomplished at a young age although he was a full thirty years Thrask's elder. This drove Thrask into a somewhat reckless attitude as a youngster and he cause his mother much worry and concern by hurrying off with scouting parties at only the age of twenty five.

He had a whole seventeen years experience of skirmish-like battles and minor sieges before eventually Erebor itself was attacked with such a force that most thought they would be overwhelmed at the first. The news of the outlying Dwarvish kingdoms being attacked had reached Erebor. However the Easterlings came upon them like a plague of locusts and Dale would have been taken completely unawares if Thrask and a small Dwarvish Scouting party had not spied their advance. As it was, Thrask managed to hurry down to the Town and warn its people, allowing them to prepare but a little in defence. But in the end that only helped to give them a little more time for their retreat, as the enormous numbers of the Easterling ranks obliterated any attempt at repulsion from the first. Thrask found himself retreating alongside Brand and his people, hurrying them up the steps of the mountain to Erebor's door with enemies at their heels all the way. Those that made it into the mountain were safe for now but all knew it would not be for long.

To the consternation of his Mother, even as he returned to her unharmed, he made ready to strike out once more and fight alongside his Father and Brother. Dain and Brand rallied their combined forces quickly and immediately struck out once again to meet the raging tide of battle, endeavouring to push the Easterlings back and let the Dwarves strengthen the doors against breach. The wailing of mothers and children that day would not leave Thrask's thoughts for many years after that. At the time, he was terrified, waiting for the doors to open as he stood in rank and looked to his King for guidance, his hand shook on his Axe and his breath came quickly and fitfully. His brother and father showed no such signs of distress. Dain and Brand seemed to have a cold sense of determination about them, both now battle-hardened old men, their faces held strange expressions. Thrask would later come to recognise this look as one of men ready and eager to face their deaths together.

However, once out beyond the gate, Thrask had no time to feel fear. He hewed his way through countless ranks of men and battled so fiercely that he eventually found himself in the Vanguard. Thorin Stonehelm stood to his left, Dain and Brand to his right and his father and brother somewhere in the melee between. They all fought valiantly and every dwarf warrior that fell seemed to take a hundred enemy soldiers with him. And yet it was not enough. Thrask and the rest saw their slow defeat, watched as their line was pushed steadily back. Turning, Thrask could see the preparations nearly completed, but his hope at them holding the line long enough began to dwindle. It seemed that Brand had noticed as well for with a hearkening battle cry, he rallied what little of his men still stood and drew back briefly before charging into the fray, Dain at his side. Such a terrifying visage was he that the front line of the enemy faultered and he broke through, doing great damage to them and effectively pushing them back a moment long enough for the defences to be complete. A retreat was sounded some way behind but most knew they would not make it back to the gates. Thrask found himself

Fought at only the age of 42 in the battles upon the slopes of Dale. Found himself fighting with Dain and Brand, watched the two great men perish.

Later on laid siege to Gundabad and after a long and protracted war, routed the orcs from that land. Also part of the war for Moria's halls.

Spent most of his Youth taking back the great houses of the Dwarves of old alongside Elder Dwarves whom he owed great alliegance too.

Eventually married well and stopped crusading, returned to Gundabad to raise his family.

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Thrask awoke that morning with a gentle smile on his face. Honestly he had been waking up smiling for probably the better part of a hundred years by now, though to hear it would shock most. In fact the idea of Thrask smiling in any situation would be shocking to most.

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Mountainous Grey

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Ruin Grey Appearance

Character Theme

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

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


Name - Ruin Grey

Age - 76

Race - Half Dragon, Human

Allegiance - Technically Erthantis

Class - Warrior

Profession - Scouting Ranger, Hunter



Appearance

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



Personality

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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



Weapon of Choice

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

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



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

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

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

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

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



Relationships

Mother Leeta - Deceased

Father Methuzar - Whereabouts Unknown

Elder Brother Ruukan - Whereabouts Unknown

Younger Sister Legara - Imprisoned

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKCGBgOgp08 Something I need

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzhAS_GnJIc Safe and Sound

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoP5NGLsWR0 Bartholomew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AiSrCPvpco King and Lionheart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZNtticFI60 I Need

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWipkWkMQmI People Should Smile More

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0 Carry on my Wayward Son

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



Personality

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

Friendliness-Generosity-Sharing
Are you feeling under the weather today? Then you can bet Arturo will notice and do something about it. Arturo practices an art of silent, subtle care, going to get you things without asking or saying that is what he intends, leading you through the warmest paths to the most comfortable seats and other considerate acts. If Arturo has something you want, he will undoubtedly give it to you. If Arturo knows he can help you, then just as the earth is round, Arturo will do it. He has a warm, expansive heart and he freely gives without expecting anything in return. That does mean he is almost always sleepy and he often gets himself tied into mental knots about all the people who rely on him or need him.
Persistence-Endurance-Patience
Arturo has the patience of a saint and the staying power of a rock. If you aren't talking to him and he doesn't know why, he is perfectly happy with sitting outside your door for days at a time until he figure out what is wrong. He is very happy in his own head, daydreams being something he does often. He can also sit and listen to you for hours on end and still find it interesting. He's probably one of the only students who managed to stay awake through a History of Magic. Arturo has a kind of quiet, enduring determination that means he gets things done to the surprise of others. His quiet nature makes people assume he isn't working hard, but sooner or later he will return to them, task done without complaint. He also never seems to get very flustered, no matter how far a situation is going out of control. Even though he is probably very concerned, he will not let it show and instead try and dilligently continue on until the solution resolves itself.
Pacifism-Harmony-Quietness
Arturo practices complete peace. He will not attack people, thats it. He just won't. The only time he might possibly hurt someone else would be if they were putting someone in danger, and then he wouldn't feel good about it. He may even apologise later. He doesn't necessarily ridicule others for violent actions, but he will do anything to diffuse a situation before it comes to fistycuffs. Generally, unless you hate half-breeds by default, Arturo is difficult to get mad at. He has such a harmonious aura, who would want to spoil that?
Conservation-Cleanliness-Order
Arturo has a rather large insistence at cleanliness in his own spaces. He likes to keep areas around him orderly and contained and if people move and push into his space and start to mess with things, he becomes very distracted and uncomfortable. He is also very interested in conservation and reusing things. Most of his notes will be on already used parchment, his robes are never new and always mended, most of the things in his possession have been mended at some point or another.



Biography

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

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

- Soulmates -

My Hider

Raul Ruedas has an obviously difficult life. Having a Giantess for a mother was obviously a difficult situation, especially when the Spanish government was one of the most prejudiced countries when it came to half-breeds. He was constantly being ridiculed and painted as some horrifying monster, a man who would butcher and kill anyone in a fit of rage. This was doubly insulting just simply because it was the furthest from the truth. Raul had been brought up by a loving father in the mountains of Spain, living a quiet and peaceful life of farming. He had been content. But then his father died and he was stricken with poverty, no idea about how to deal with the outside world.

Somehow he managed to navigate his way through the city and find a job that paid pittance, not quite enough for him to survive. He had to rely on debtors, receiving no help from the Ministry and having never been taught magic himself. Even so, Raul lived his life with absolute purity and generousity of spirit. He was as warm as the sun and you only had to take a moment to look past his massive, intimidating physique to see that he was a wonderful man. And thats just what Imelda did.

The life of a squib was not much better than the life of a half-breed, though certainly Imelda had never been violently persecuted for her lack of magic. Still, she was also under hard times, her pureblood family having disowned her for her blemish and she having been forced into the slums of the city. Having never had magic, she found it difficult to see that she was missing anything, so she simply dedicated herself to something else. Somehow, through books and self study, she had managed to become proficient with potions and herbology, allowing her to be not a half bad doctor. So when she came to the slums, the communities there welcomed her eagerly and she was supported by all the families so that she might treat their sick.

And so it was that these two gentle, quiet and generous people met and fell in love. They were both simple and honest in love and marriage came quickly. But this was no fairytale and finding love did not make everything better. In taking out loans, Raul had gotten involved with the violent gangs of the slums. The couple was plagued by them and it got worse after Arturo was born. Honestly the pair hadn't meant to have a child, this was no place to raise one. But once it happened Imelda hadn't the heart, nor the will to terminate and Raul supported her in her decision to keep the baby. Indeed, Arturo brought a lot of joy into their lives and they tried their best to love him enough to compensate for their penniless state.

Arturo was a very happy quiet baby, massive at birth and a trial to have, but once out he was a completely joyous child. He was always bigger and older looking than his actual age, something that often got him a lot of unwanted actions and attention. The only difference between half giants and quarter giants seemed to be the amount of hair they grew, Arturo not acquiring such a massive beard as his father. Still, for a few years until he turned eight, he lead a happy life in a loving family.

And then came that incident.

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

- Childhood Lost -

My Hider

Arturo was a strong lad at seven. He looked about fourteen and even with his soft expression and brown hair, he stood out. Walking down the road one day, he was set upon by a rowdy group of boys, out for the 'half-breed filth', trying to 'protect the women from a monster like Arturo'. Arturo was so shocked by the attack that he lashed out instinctively, using his already massive strength to daze or knock out or push away most of his assailants. Luckily, his injuries and theirs weren't severe, but the altercation was witnessed by a member of the gang.

Later that night, the Huedas House was broken into and the gang stole Arturo from his bed. This was a muggle gang, they had no idea who or what Arturo was, they just saw an opportunity for profit and took it. Arturo woke up, scared, trembling and tied to a post like a dog as a massive, bulbous man looked him over leeringly. First he was mocked, humiliated and ridiculed for his appearance and social standing, then he was whipped into a ring and forced to fight opponents of this repulsive man's choosing.

He won battle after battle, beaten and bloody and crying tears of a terrified child as he did so. In the morning he was returned to his parents, blood and bruises and welts wheeling across his dark skin. The Gang leader promised to return. Arturo had gotten him a lot of money, people obviously betting against a kid. It was horrifying and world rocking for the family, the couple spending almost all that day clutching their son. When the Gang returned the next day, Raul tried to fight them off, save his son, protect his family. But there was still too many of them, though many were hurt, and in the end Arturo pleaded with his father to let him go.

And so for three years this continued, Arturo being abused into ring-fighting for money whilst having the threat of his parents death held over him. Raul and Imelda tried everything they could think of. The Ministry in Spain turned them away at every step, no one had time to deal with the problems of a Squib and a Half Giant.

Sometimes Arturo wouldn't be asked to fight for weeks, months. They gained hope, only to eventually have it dashed once more. Over the years, Arturo grew quieter and quieter, speaking becoming an impossibly insurmountable burden to him. Eventually he even stopped talking to his family and communicated only on paper. It broke Imelda's heart and she and Raul began to have more fights and strife in their relationship, having so much anguish and no one to take it out on but each other.

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

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

- Salvation -

My Hider

Everything seemed impossible and without hope, until Arturo turned eleven. Now Arturo had shown a few magical signs, but due to being so depressed so early in life, his magical ability was not really noticed until he turned eleven and so came under the radar of the Ministry. All magical children not attending a magical school were noticed by the authorities, but since the Spanish Ministry never did anything about it, the British Ministry took an interest. The group of young Aurors were welcomed with caution by the Huedas family, none of them having had very positive experiences with the Auror's of Spain. However they were very pleasantly surprised by the civility of these law enforcers. The Aurors themselves were shocked to their core by the neglect of the Spanish government towards the Huedas family and immediately began preparations to resolve the issue.

Their first concern was to keep the family safe and for that, a veteran Auror by the name of Aled was called in to ferry the family around safehouses and keep Arturo out of the clutches of the gangs. Aled seemed incredibly well practiced at this, keeping everyone calm, engaging with the family, maintaining the situation without drama and creating a space of safety. Arturo did not engage with him at first, the child had so little hope or strength left to involve himself with such things as rescues. He just held his mother's hand and went where he was told. Later on he finds he cannot remember much of that period of time.

However, once the Ministry had things sorted out, the family was offered immediate asylum in Scotland under the condition that Arturo attend Hogwarts. They were pulled out that night, a portkey taking them straight from the central spanish mountains, right to the depths of the Ministry. Arriving there, Raul knew no english, but luckily Imelda was a well read and intelligent woman who new many languages, including english. She had even been teaching Arturo to speak it before he started retreating from speech altogether.

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

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

- New Challenges -

My Hider

Once Arturo arrived in England, it was like he had stepped from a nightmare. He was timid, reactionary and clinging, never leaving his parent's side and always needing a hand to hold. However, it was a great improvement from the blank, emotionless expression he had held for so many years. For a few weeks, the family stayed in accomodation inside the Ministry, Aled still keeping checks on them and going beyond his duty to make sure they were happy and comfortable. During this time, Aled and Arturo grew a little closer, Arturo reacting to Aled's gentle and careful manner with him and beginning to trust him greatly. The one problem they encountered was Arturo's absolute refusal to sleep anywhere but near his parents. No matter how much they coaxed, he could not be convinced. However that was also relatively quickly sorted out, a house being found for them in Hogsmeade village, allowing Arturo to go to school in the day and return home whenever he liked.

All the preparations were complete about a month after the start of the Hogwarts term. Their house was small, but cosy and certainly better than they had had before. Raul found a job as a gardener in the Village and Imelda was employed inside the apothecary. Arturo, tentatively, started going to school. His sorting ceremony was a much less grand affair, sitting in a chair in Professor McGonagall's office with his parents and a few teachers present. The hat took a few moments to sit on his head and um to itself, before very decidedly proclaiming 'Gryffindor!', even as Arturo shook beneath it.

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

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

- A New Life -

My Hider

At first Arturo only came in for one or two lessons, often he reached a limit and was forced to flee in the middle of a lecture. He had no friends in his first year, it taking 3 terms before he could even stay the whole day. But even if the students avoided and thought strangely of his behaviour, most of the teachers were understanding and supportive. It took until the latter half of his second year before he began to form friendships. Just one actually. A person who accepted and thought nothing of his mute state and someone who shared his sentiments. Due to this occurence, and the fact that Aled joined as a teacher then, by the middle of his third year he began sleeping in the dormitories. He found it difficult. Boys were loud, messy and inquisitive. They didn't take much time trying to get to know him or waiting for him to write down replies to their questions. Eventually they all generally avoided him. Still, Arturo was happy there, especially knowing his parents were but a walk away all the time.

The only major problem Arturo faced was from spellwork. His mute state meant that all spells became ten times more complicated and Arturo had to learn non-verbal spellwork quickly to even have a chance at keeping up. Obviously his grades suffered and he began falling behind on things, although his homework was always turned in on time. Most of the teachers were accepting, although some did cause him trouble, but overall his time at hogwarts was a peaceful and welcome time in his life. However the addition of Aled into his life helped greatly. The man was a good teacher and Arturo already trusted him, but more than that he was an expert in non-verbal spellwork. He immediately began giving Arturo non-verbal coaching when he discovered the problem and since then Arturo has not been doing half as bad as he had been in his lessons.

When Artuor arrived at his 5th year, his confidence had built up to a crescendo. He was still mute, but at least now he felt easy wandering around the castle, comfortable when sitting with other students and happy in the classes he was taking. Towards the end of this year, news reached his family that the gang of muggles responsible for his kidnapping, abuse and torment had been captured by the authorities and were undergoing a trial. A call came to him, asking for his testimony against the men of his nightmares and, after a long grueling process of thought, Arturo agreed. He left for Spain in the middle of the summer holidays and stayed there until the trial had been completed. Now, a few months into the new Hogwarts year, he is returning victorious to his school, ready to start his life.

Relationships

Imelda Huedas - Mother - Squib

Raul Huedas - Father - Half Giant

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

Jayden - Bro-friend - Half Vampire

Anice - Comrade - Pure Blood



Patronus

My Hider

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



Pet

My Hider

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



Wand
Aspen with unicorn hair



Other[

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

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

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



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