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    Name:
    Corazmir Moonjacket

    Race: Human

    Age
    :22

    Height: 5'10"

    Weight
    : 173 lbs

    Appearance:
    Short dark hair and a face that can quickly change how he is percieved. His facial features are fine, yet subtle. His eyes are as gray as a stormy, and have the depth of one as well. His body is extremely well-honed from years of exercise and physical exertion. He has one tightly wound braid of hair that extends past the rest of his medium length hair. At the end of which are several intricate pendants. He wears a very fine white jacket inlaid with gold designs. The material is unusual and woven thickly, yet it moves easily and seams impervious to dirt or tears. ANything that gets on it rubs right off it. He wears this over his armor. Over the jacket he wears a sash of some more mundane material also inlaid
    with gold designs to match. Though he seems to have a sash of every color, as it will change from day to day.

    Personality: Corazmir always plays it cool, until he's up to his neck in it. AT which point he seems simply exhilirated from the adrenaline of the moment. He's very suspicious of every one, yet keeps an open mind and gives others a chance to show their good nature. He has a tendency to over calculate though, and a slight deviation can throw his plans. This happens with striking frequency, yet he can't stop. He's brilliantly intelligent and plans his every move and action. Most of the time his plans end up in ruins however, yet he manages to end up coming out of every situation just as well off, even if nothing went according to plan. Even in his failures he retains his grace and composure yet. No one has yet been able to shake that from him. He doesn't believe himself to have a Grace, but if he did it would be the Grace of grace.

    History: Corazmir was born the son of a prostitute, never knowing his father. When he was young he would make up stories about his father, what he was like, what he did. As he got older he gradually outgrew his fantasies. He did what he could for his mother once she grew out of her working years. In his free time he played with the other orphans and and street urchins. However his mother became sick when he was nine years old, and after a year of fighting the disease she died. Corazmir couldn't bear living on the streets alone, barely able to survive. So he did the sensible thing and stowed away on a ship in port. However, once out to see he was found hiding in the stockroom. By chance he had stowed away on a pirate vessel. When Corazmir matched the pirate captain in an exchange of horrific tortures to put the other threw, the captain decided to let him stay on the ship. For the next eleven years he trained under the tutelage of numerous pirates. He also learned to read, and became absorbed in books, expanding his knoweldge. Secretly though, he hated the pirates, as he did all people. All the people who let his mother die, the pirates were terrible people and he saw what they did. He hated elves as well, simply from hearing all the horrible stories about them. Being quite the misanthrope, when in port one day he stole a small dinghy and headed out too sea. One year later he returned, having much changed. He refuses to speak of what happened over that year to those that knew him when he came back. But his hatred seems to be gone, replaced by an urge to give every individual a chance to prove themselves. At this point in his life, he carries himself with the air of an educated man. Yet he is extremely agile and acrobatic. He is very adaptable, and the number of fighting styles he uses is numerous, yet he is not above cheap tactics and moves when backed into a corner. Now he has a vision of creating a vast organization to bring down the corrupt governments of both elves and humans, how he does this he is still working out.
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    Name: Denesha

    Race: Half Elf/Half Demon

    Age: 19

    Height: 5’4”

    Weight: A girl never tells!

    Appearance: Denesha is a short, petite girl with long hair that she usually wears in a pigtails. Her original hair color is long been forgotten because she’s been dyeing it pink since she was 14. She likes to wear the cutest dresses with lots and lots of ribbons. She Has violet eyes that glow red when her demon takes over. Denesha is just too cute for words and always carries around her dolly made of cloth and yarn. She’s named her “Tinkle!” (No, you can’t forget the exclamation point! It’s part of her name, Mr. Man!)

    Personality: Denesha is what happy and cheerfulness would be like if they were hopped up on speed. Denesha very rarely lets anything affect her. No matter what you do, she’ll come back with something cute and bright to say. Denesha is so cheery that it often annoys people.

    Abilities: Denesha’s elven blood gives her the magic of water, which she uses to create little icecles wherever she walks, or she’ll create rainclouds to rain on a person if they’re being mean to her. She can control any form of water. Also, as a half demon, she has a hunger for frustration. She needs to be causing frustration or be around frustration in order to feed her demon. If the demon part of her starts to hunger, then it will take her over and cause he to possess anyone she touches. It’s scary magic, and you really don’t want to see it.

    History: Denesha has lived the life of a princess. Her mother is the only sibling of a elf noble of the city of Ozmite. Denesha was born in a life of luxury, and to say she was spoiled is an understatement. She was difficult for her family and the staff to deal with, which was wonderful for Denesha because the frustration they felt fed her demon, but over the years, they’ve all become used to her. Now her demon is starting to hunger. Sensing that the demon is about to be unleashed, Denesha had chosen to leave her home and search for strangers to join them in the travels.
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    Garruk Markov



    Name: Garruk Markov
    Race:
    Elf
    Age:
    392(Appears 27)
    Element:
    Air

    Appearance:
    Garruk is a muscular brown haired one eyed male elf who always wears an eye patch to cover his missing eye and always wears the same purple necklace with no explanation. He's tall for an elf and always has a smirk like he knows something that you don't.

    Personality:
    Garruk is incredibly confident, to a fault. He believes he can do anything even though the only he isn't exceptional in anything. He makes things up when he doesn't know what he is talking about and hopes nobody will call him out on it. He thinks he can bag any women with just a wink, but its never happened. It got him beat up many times.

    Background:
    Garruk's over-confidence came from escaping the hands of humans when he was very young. He believed this to be incredible skill, when really it was a huge fluke and massive amounts of luck. Since then he had been on the run for many months, always helping whoever he could believing his legacy would become huge as a war hero. In honesty his has accomplished nothing more than helping a few peasants live a couple more days. He lives in the present, never talking about his past but it does not seem like a bad past as he never seems upset when people ask him about it. He never looks to the future a job is something he has never considered.
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    Velthur Tarquin
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    Name: Velthur Tarquin
    Race: Half-Demon
    Age: Ancient
    Height: 5'10"
    Weight: 176 lbs

    Appearance: Snow white hair, grey skin and glowing orang eyes set in a strong, angular face. He grows no facial hair. His features are almost elven sharp, but with the strength and fullness of the humans. He has a trim build. He carries a single, intricate longsword. He wears a long black coat with metal plates built in to serve as armor. A series of straps keeps it all tight and together. He wears silver vambraces and tall boots inlaid with silver.

    Personality: When he was young he grew up as an elven aristocrat, and has a haughty attitude to match. His demon heritage was discovered, so he went and lived among the humans, again as a wealthy aristocrat. He is extremely collected and calm in all situations. Over the years though, his need to cause pain and suffering has mellowed out, and now he spends most of his time brooding. He has hidden away for years, and has begun to feel what might be loneliness. He now has a more melancholy attitude and personality, until his demon side begins to feed, at which time he becomes more animated, and tried to keep fueling his demon side.

    Abilities: Due to his elven nature he has the abilities of air, which he has practiced with for years. He can turn windwalk, anywhere there is a breeze he can appear anywhere along the length of the wind current. He uses his abilities to terrify his victims. He has alos taught himself many tricks, such as ventroliquism.

    History: Velthur feeds on fear and desperation. Growing up as an elven aristocrat he began to acquire murderous and torturous habits. When found out he fleed to the humans, where he again took up the mantle of a wealthy aristocrat and began his acitivities again. However this time when he was caught, he was pursued vigrously, and has been labeled a full demon because of it. In the pursuit, Velthur killed all who came, and decided to live alone from then on. He now frequents ancient castles, periodically changing locations. He studies Schlyvokk, and even hunts them, relishing in their fear more than that of any others. In more recent centuries he has been styling himself after them, and even takes to drinking blood and creating masterpieces out of his victim's bodies. Recently though, he has discovered much self control over his urges. He still goes out every hundred years to draw attention to himself. He roams the countrysides, then eventually into the cities, killing and tormenting the citizens. The purpose of this is to draw mobs to his lair where he can play his tricks on them until they're all dead or fled in sheer terror. Still more people come looking for him for several years after, which he delights in. He trains vigorously with his longsword. When there is only one person he loves to fight them in combat, letting them try to get him, but never being able to get it. As they're desperation and terror grows, so he grows in power. His absolute favorite thing to do, is at the height of his victims terror and desparation, he will be strong enough to survive what would normally be a mortal wound. He allows his opponent to impale him, then he proceeds to kill them. In that last moment of acceptance of their fate, and the terror involved, he pulls out their weapon, kills them, and retreats to heal while still at the peak of his power.
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    Name: Vashtan (Vallen Eloran, Elven Name)
    Race: Demon (Disguises as elf)
    Age: Appears to be in early 30's.
    Height: 6'6"
    Weight: 210 pounds
    Hair: Long, jet black
    Eyes: Burgundy naturally, but disguised brown when elf.
    Skin: Ivory white naturally, tanned when elf.
    Affiliation: Strife and Discord

    Appearance:
    Vashtan's natural, demonic, appearance is tall with ivory white skin and jet black hair. His burgundy eyes stand as a sharp contrast to his extremely pale skin. When taking on his elven appearance, he gives his skin more color, and changes his eyes to more of a brown shade to hide his demonic heritage. He doesn't bother to change his hair color, leaving it the same jet black color of his demonic form.

    Abilities:
    Vashtan uses air based magics, the power of which strengthens the more discord and strife he is around. With the current war and hostility, this allows him to use a number of magics with little to no difficulty. He is also naturally very charismatic, and a born leader. He uses this natural ability to further his cause, and make sure that the war continues.

    Personality:
    Vashtan appears to be a calm and calculated elven warrior and leader. Everything he does appears to be of benefit to the elven people, when, in reality, it only feeds his own demonic desires for strife and discord. He was one of the "elves" that was influential in bringing about the current state of affairs, and is certainly playing no small part in keeping things the way they are. He is manipulative and very deceitful, without appearing to be so. All his deceptions have a grain of truth in them that, combined with his natural charisma, make them believable.

    Background:
    Vashtan has lived among the elves for many years. Over the years, he had gained power and authority among the elven people. He was a renowned warrior and a brilliant tactician. Eventually, he was able to become a leader in the elven courts. It was in that position that he fed on the growing distrust of the humans and assisted in manipulating events that started the war.

    There was one elf who opposed him at every turn. Starianna Delacord was an elf who married a human leader, and the two of them fought to keep the peace between their two peoples. She suspected that Vashtan was not an elf, and had accused him of such in front of other elven leaders. Fortunately, his own lies and manipulations allowed her accusations to fall on deaf ears.

    As the war progressed, he tried many times to get Starianna removed from her position. All of which ended with failure. Eventually, he decided to change his tactics. He managed to convince a group of elven soldiers that the Delacord family was gathering shifter aid to attack the elves. He knew of the shifter guardians of the family, and used that to bolster his lie. Because of his personal hatred for Starriana and the Delacord family, he personally led the elven warriors to the assault of the Delacord estate. As he did so, he managed to also convince some human soldiers to join in the fray.

    As the fighting filled the grounds of the estate, Vashtan made his way to find Starianna as they were trying to escape with their shifter protectors. He used his magics to block their escape and show them his true form. He wanted Starianna and her family to know just what they were dealing with before he killed them. He showed no mercy, making sure that all were dead. Even after the family was defeated, he made sure elf and human turned on each other, and those that remained, he dispatched personally. He wanted no survivors that would send the details of the massacre back to him.

    After everyone was dead, he walked through the burning ruins, surveying the bodies, looking for the bodies of the Delacord family. He was not pleased to discover that he could not find the body of the youngest daughter. He knew that she must have escaped. Knowing there was nothing he could do, he left and returned to his place, knowing that one day he'd find her and put an end to the Delacord line completely.
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    Ekin

    Name: Ekin
    Race:
    Human
    Eye Color:
    Brown
    Hair Color:
    Brown
    Grace:
    Unknowingly Luck

    Appearance:
    Ekin is beautiful for all race standards her face and smile has made many men fantasize. She is thin and has great curves, she doesn't try to show off. She is always seen with a big bag and wagon on the road and in town in beautiful dresses and outfits, on the road she wears robes to hide her race and her face.

    Personality:
    Ekin is a sweetheart, often times hurting herself just to help others out. She has spent the last five years in elven territory trying to prove to the elves that humans are not as bad as propaganda says. She has no idea about her grace and all the strange series of events that have saved her lives many times. She has only survived this long because of her grace, often finding money or people who want to help her out. She sings to herself all the time always in a great mood.She will never give up until the war is over.

    Background:
    Ekin left her abusive family at an early age of sixteen. She only survived because of her grace of luck, which she still has no idea that she has. She dropped her last name as soon as she left her family going simply by Ekin and refuses to tell anybody what her last name was. She accidently wandered into elven lands unknowingly and found herself in the first elven town she had ever been in. Her grace managed to have her avoid every hateful elf that would mean her harm, but she still met many people whom hated humans for no apparent reason. She did her best to appreciate the kindness that was given to her, but it wasn't much. After about a week in the town she realized that it wasn't because elves hated humans, it was propaganda and a knowledge deficit that made her so hated. So she spent a year in that first town doing everything she could to show that humans could be fantastic

    In that town she learned to dance, to sing, to write poetry, to paint, and to play a few musical instruments. Although she had no charismatic power, she was beautiful and could entertain trying her best that humans weren't evil mean spirited beings. After that she left, and learned so much about elven culture. She is never unhappy because anytime things start to go wrong for her she gets lucky and something happens to raise her mood or she'll find a new friend. She also keeps detailed maps of everywhere she goes, trying to map the entire world for herself pointing out beautiful natural formations and grottoes and oasises and anything she thought she should point out. Her maps aren't helpful with roads or anything, just pretty places around the world.
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    Name: Ariea (are-eye-EE-uh)
    Race: Elf
    Age: Appears 12 when disguised. Natural appears late teens to early 20's.
    Height: 4'10"
    Weight: 100 pounds (thin and slightly underweight)
    Hair: Long, light brown.
    Eyes: Brown
    Skin: Fair
    Element: Air

    Appearance:
    Ariea is an adult elf with slightly smaller than average breast size and full curves. Her small stature and child-like face makes her appear younger than she is. When not disguised, she appears to be in her late teens to early 20's and is very attractive. Often, though, she will bind her breasts to her chest and wear a tattered dress to hide her curves, giving her the appearance of a child of about 12. When in this disguise, she is often dirty, to make it look like she's been living on the streets. Her thin, almost underweight, appearance also adds to the homeless look.

    Abilities:
    Conning - Whether disguising herself as a young homeless girl, or seducing the rich and powerful with her natural beauty, Ariea has mastered the art of the con. Her preferred con, and the one she is most adept with, is the young homeless girl. That does not mean she won't resort to any other type of con that would get the job done.

    Pickpocket - Ariea is an extremely skilled pickpocket, having years of experience on the streets and additional training from the thieves' guild itself. She prefers to do her pickpocketing while disguised as the young homeless girl. If she did get caught, she would con her way out of the situation, after all, who would want to turn in a little girl who lost everything in the war? She will use her air element to create small gusts of wind or other distractions to mask her action.

    Stealth - Stealth is something she learned on the streets and improved inside the thieves' guild. She is good at hiding in the shadows and will use her air element to allow her to hover slightly above the ground to avoid making sounds when she moves.

    Acrobatics - Ariea is a very skilled with acrobatics, from jumping to climbing and more. Her air element aids her, giving her added speed and agility and even to the illusion of flight (gliding on the air). She is even able to jump (or fall) down from great heights, using her air element to slow her fall enough to allow her to land on her feet without injury.

    Wind - Ariea's air element centers primarily around wind, as can be seen in the previous descriptions. In addition to the previously mentioned augments to her skills, she can create gusts of wind powerful enough to knock down unprepared individuals or slow stronger individuals. If needed to escape, she will use wind to knock over loose objects and anything else to slow and stop her pursuers.

    Personality:
    As a skilled con artist, Ariea can change her personality to suit her mark. Ultimately, though, her main personality is rooted firmly in place. She is a survivor. She grew up on the streets and learned how to survive on the streets. The thieves' guild had taken her in and taught her even more how to survive. They are like a family to her. A family that isn't completely trustworthy, of course, but still better than nothing. Her loyalty, like most thieves, is to herself alone. She pays her dues to the guild as expected and will do as the leaders of the guild command, but ultimately, it all comes down to her survival and her pleasure.

    Background:
    Ariea was the middle of three elven children. Her father worked and died in the mines before the war broke out. Soon after, her mother could no longer afford the home they lived in, and they were forced to the street. Ariea was still a little girl when they were cast out of their house, so she remembers nothing except the street. Ariea's younger brother died after a few months on the street. The loss of husband, home, and son was too much for Ariea's mother to handle. Ariea's older sister was forced to take over care of Ariea as their mother wasted away and died from her depression and lack of care. After years of living on the streets, learning to survive, Ariea's sister simply disappeared. Still young, Ariea was now fully alone on the streets. Her will to survive remained strong, though, and she went forward despite the pain of losing the only family she really remembered.

    After some more time, her skills had gained the attention of the thieves' guild. She was brought into the guild as a member and her street tested skills were honed by more experienced thieves. She learned how to tap into her air element more, and how to use it to aid her skills. The guild became her home and her new family. One day she might move out on her own, away from Ozmite, but for now, this was where she was needed and would stay.
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    Name:
    Brigh Alexandrova
    Race: Human
    Age: 25
    Height: 5'8"
    Weight: 140 lbs.

    Appearance: Brigh typically wears dark green armor, which is somewhat lighter than what one would expect. The armor has a number of scratches on it from past battles, and has a bright yellow trim to it. She always wears a light black short-sleeved shirt of some sort underneath he armor, as well as pants that are a slightly lighter color. Her hair is frayed and a rich dark brown that is of medium length, stopping above her shoulders. A thick, yellow headband adorns her forehead, though her hair tend to cover it up. She has a pale complexion to her, and her eyes are light brown. She tends to have a rather serious-looking face whether she realizes it or not.

    Grace: Excelling in Pole Weapons.

    Personality: Brigh is a very stern and stubborn woman, often being misread by others due to her seriousness. She tends to be a little more easy-going around the few friends she actually has, and can be quite friendly if given time. She is very smart and has a high capacity for learning more, and knows when she's right about something. She has an obsession with battle strategy, making her a very competent leader when she steps up to the task, and a valuable advisor otherwise (at least she believes so). She has a lot of ambition to become famous someday.

    Biography: She remembers little about her life before she was nine - all she cares to remember is that she lived in a small mountain village, and it was then that she started training to fight. A group of local warriors took her in, and taught her the basics of fighting with melee weapons. They did not fail to notice her natural gift for the lance - while she was competent with swords and axes as well, the polearm was clearly what she was good at using, and she was encouraged to use it to its full extent. Around the time she was 17, as was tradition for young fighters in the village, she was sent off to make a name for herself and return after ten years. She was given a set of armor, a weapon, and some money - what she did from then on was up to her. She found work rather quickly, fighting as a mercenary in the north - helping protect towns against Tyenhok Warriors proved especially profitable.

    Of course, she has two years left before she needs to return, and still has greater ambitions than being a mere mercenary.

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    Name: Narre Estarion
    Race: Shifter, Ahroun Warrior
    Form: Grey Wolf
    Age: 56

    Appearance as Human:
    Height: 6'4"
    Weight: 230 pounds (Pure muscle mass)
    Hair: Grey hair and beard
    Eyes: Violet (One eye missing)
    Skin: Tanned and weather worn
    Narre is tall and powerfully built, even in his older years. He spends his life keeping his body in shape and it shows. He is missing one of his eyes, a scar crossing over where it used to be. His other eye is a violet in color, giving others the impression that he may be a human with some sort of grace.

    Appearance as Grey Wolf:
    Size (Halfling): 34" shoulder height, 63" body length, 21" tail length
    Size (Large): 65" shoulder height, 120" body length, 40" tail length
    Weight (Halfling): 80 pounds
    Weight (Large): 210 pounds
    Fur: Grey and white
    Eyes: Violet (One eye missing)
    Narre's form is that of a grey wolf. His halfling size is on the larger side of average for a grey wolf, while the large form is considerably larger and more powerful. Like his human form, he is missing one eye.

    Appearance as Hybrid:
    Height: 8'0"
    Tail Length: 35"
    Weight: 350 pounds (Pure muscle mass)
    Hair: Grey hair and fur
    Eyes: Violet (One eye missing)
    Narre's hybrid form is large, powerful and terrifying to behold. His claws and fangs are extremely prominent on his dense muscular form. Like his other forms, he has a scar where one eye used to be.

    Abilities:
    Narre is a hunter, tracker and warrior. His tracking skills are well known, and he is often hired for those very skills. His senses, even in his human form, are very acute, even moreso than other shifters. He fights in any form he needs to, but for pure intimidation, he will take his hybrid or large wolf forms, depending on the situation.

    Personality:
    Narre is quiet. He only speaks when he feels something needs to be said. He does not mince his words, speaking very plainly. He is a hunter/tracker for hire, and doesn't ask questions. He is not an assassin, and will not kill his prey unless he has no choice. He doesn't concern himself with the reasons he is hired, just as long as they pay him well enough for his services. His word is his honor to him, and if he gives his word, he will uphold it, no matter what.

    Item of Note:
    Narre wears a necklace with a large blue crystal topaz that glows faintly with a mystical light. This stone enhances all his senses and reflexes beyond his already considerable ability.

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    Aemyiere l'Amrea

    Name: Aemyiere l'Amrea
    Race: Shifter
    Form: Wyvern
    Age: Appears in mid twenties

    Appearance as Human
    Height: 6' 1"
    Weight: 150 pounds
    Hair: Silver
    Eyes: Deep Blue
    Skin: Tanned

    Appearance as Wyvern
    Height: 1' 3"
    Weight: 47 pounds
    Eyes: Deep Blue
    Color: Silver

    Appearance as Hybrid
    Height: 6'1"
    Weight: 175 pounds
    Hair: Silver
    Eyes: Deep Blue
    Wing/Scales color: Silver



    Personality:
    Aemyiere is soft-spoken and reserved despite his draconic appearance. He prefer to analyze the situation at hand before determining any appropriate form of actions; this, however, often causes him to appear "slow witted," in the eyes of others.

    Abilities: Sword-name - Eraheart
    Blademaster: His skills with the sword is beyond superb, but only in his human form. Aemyiere is still a formidable blade master in hybrid form, but his appearance hinders his swift maneuverability with the blade.

    Precognition: Aemyiere's animalistic attributes greatly enhances his five senses granting him unnatural reflex and reaction time. This ability greatly assist his swordsmanship.
    Cecilia Blade

    Name: Cecilia Blade
    Age: Appears in mid twenties
    Race: Elf
    Element: Fire


    Appearance:
    Height: 5' 8"
    Weight: 96 pounds





    Personality:
    She doesn't always think things through and will usually charge into unfavorable situations. Take actions first, then maybe she'll think about it. Even though she is somewhat short-tempered and a fiery attitude, like fire, she can be surprisingly calm and gentle.


    Abilities: Martial Artist
    Cecilia prefer hand-to-hand style of combat rather than using any type of weapons, and her elemental affinity of fire compliments her style greatly.


    Crimson Armor: Simply put, this technique allow Cecilia to weave a protective layer of fire embracing her hand(s) up to her elbow. In this state, Cecilia's attack can causes burn; and, allow her to shoot fireball more easily by punching. As of now, it's an incomplete technique as it only cover her hands up to her elbow. More of a "Gauntlet," than it is an "Armor."


    Fiery Burst: Moreso a passive ability to assist in her hand-to-hand combat, this technique allow Cecelia a form of "instantaneous" increase in strength. Each and every blow she can potentially throw out can be "burst", as if shooting a quick burst of fire in the opposite direction of her attack to increase attack speed and impact. A drawback to this technique is that it leaves Cecilia quickly fatigued, and a great strain on her muscle.


    Aurora Wings: She's only ever perform this technique once, and she can't even recall how to properly perform it outside of life-threatening situation. Cecelia is able to manipulate fire in a way that let her showcase all of fire's ethereal colors. The technique radiates from her back outward as if she sprout wings of rainbow. In this state, she can actually propel herself to take flight. An imperfect technique so mentally taxing that she enters in a trance-like state without being able to distinguish friends from foes.



    History:

    "You sure we should be chasing it down?"
    "Look at it! No dragon is that small, and imagine the price we can get on that thing, whatever it is."
    "Plus, it's not even fighting back!"


    He was caught off-guard. A lucky arrow happened to pierced the very air he was gliding gently on. Aemyiere knew he could have easily annihilated the three men chasing him, but he was also in elven territories and killing humans would mean he had chosen to side with the Elves. Shifter, his kind, simply seeks recluse. Many had forsaken their abilities and lived as human, while most hide in the wild in animal form. Aemyiere is rare. He doesn't even truly know his history, but he knew there aren't very many Wyvern shifter still alive, yet, he enjoy the carefree life of an animal as oppose to the everyday mundane task of redundant human lives. His risk led him to… her. After what seemed an eternity of being chased, his blood loss weakened him enough where he was unable to maintain flight. And there she was. As he looked up at her, he could see her staring at the humans with fiery ferocity and absolute disgust at their motives. But all he saw was a beauty radiating like the sun.


    Aemyiere passed out.


    * * *


    "Bah! You're so lazy, Silver!" Cecilia likes to bring this up every now and then. "Even a hatchling dragon can spark a tiny flame, but look at you. Not to mention we've been together for two years, and you haven't grown an inch!" Aemyiere rather enjoys this. He has lived with Cecilia in his animal form all this while, and no elves can completely understand what he truly is. He spend his days following Cecilia around perched on her shoulder, his neck crawl behind hers resting on her other shoulder. He is content, and his life is still carefree.


    * * *


    One day while Cecilia was training atop the mountain ranges of Ozmite, an accident occurred. For the longest time, Cecilia had dreamt to fly. And perhaps the reason she always pick on Aemyiere: envious of his wings, all he does is rest on her shoulders, eyes closed. Today, however, Cecilia decided to experiment with a theory. She could "burst" her flames backward to enhances her attacking prowess, so maybe if she extend the length and duration of the "burst" from her feet….


    … … …


    Without thinking thoroughly what might happen if she extended her "burst," she did it anyway. The strain on her leg muscle was overbearing and her "burst" died out while she was high up in the air. She hit the ground hard, becoming half conscious, and started rolling, and soon, off a nearby cliff. The tiny wyvern was only so fast in his current form and was too late to catch up to her before she rolled off.


    "Cecilia!" exclaimed Aemyiere. He shifted.


    * * *


    "Unhhn."
    "Rest, child. You're hurt."
    Cecilia opened her eyes to see a healer by her bedside. "Unhhn, what… what happened?"
    "I was hoping you could tell me. I found you just on the outskirt of the city and Silver lying by your side."
    Silver.
    She massages her temple. Then some of what happened dimly flashes in her head.
    Silver.
    She fell.
    Off a cliff.
    And in her mind's eyes, she vaguely sees a man. A beautiful man. Maybe it was a man. But… he had wings. Wings that sparkles in the sunlight. She could see Silver resting from the corner of her eye.


    Silver wings! She thought. And she could have sworn he called out to her. Her head aches, but she look over directly at Silver. He was just lying there, asleep. She massages her temple some more, shaking her head.


    "I… I don't know what happened."


    I was lucky, that's all. She thought. Whatever it is I'm thinking, it's… not possible.


    * * *


    Years later… the role-play begins.
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