My sketch of Hakua

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Name
Crown Hakuamatani, though they don't mind being called King or Queen either. Those close to them call them Hakua or Haku.
Age
32
Gender
maha
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Yoreiqi
Height
5'11
Occupation
The Crown of Yoreiq
Residence
Yoreiq
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Physical Description
Hakuamatani is considered an attractive maha by common Yoreiq standards. They have long, straight black hair with red streaks through it. Their dark skin is adorned with many tattoos, particularly on their face; the forehead, under the eyes, the sides of their cheeks, along part of the jaw line and on their chin. They also have more across their body, all of which are abstract in design as is the case with Yoreiqi tattoos.

Haku has large beautiful wings, mostly dark teal and kelly green in color, but a streak of red run through their feather coloring as well and the base of the wings have a bit of an orange hue to them. Their eyes are a lovely amber shade and Hakua's frame is slender but not as toned as most.

Personality
Hakua is very trusting, bordering on being naive. They are not entirely blinded by compliments but they do appreciate them greatly. Hakuamatani is just as quick to compliment others and the concept of flattering someone to get something is a bit lost on them so any compliments from them are sincere and they assume the same of received complements. Despite being a grown adult in their early 30s Hakua is a bit immature. Part of this is attributed to the fact that they never expected to be Crown. Before being crowned Hakua was a spiritual advisor and still acts a bit more like that than a true Crown and leader.

Hakuamatani LOVES jokes and humorous stories but doesn't always... get them. Their sense of humor is just... not sharp and sometimes they laugh at things they think are jokes but aren't.

Magic/Abilities
Hakuamatani can fly from island to island distance wise but only in fair weather as they are not particularly skilled at navigating through more treacherous winds and conditions.

Hakua can dance and throw a spear but that's about it.

Relationships

Hakuamatani currently has no children or lovers! They need some maybe? 8D

Hakua is the middle child of five. Their eldest sibling was Queen but she was lost at sea about eight years ago and is presumed dead. Their older brother had to be removed from power and their younger siblings were too young, so Hakuamatani had to take the crown. Not that they really minded too much, they never had aspirations for it though.

History

Hakuamatani knew from an early age that 'he' was not a 'he'. When they made this realization they originally thought they might be a she, as women's clothing and roles made them more comfortable and parts of the male anatomy felt strange to have. As Hakua grew however, they realized they were maha. Part of the realization was made when their friend, a shaman named Hekelani, offered to use his magic to help Hakua transition physically into a woman. Hakuamatani realized they didn't want to change their body, and that they didn't quite feel like a woman either.

As a maha and a royal Hakua felt their role was a spiritual adviser and that was plenty for them. They spent much of their time with their friend and would help with various tasks for their family as well as give advice (often in the form of veiled and almost nonsensical metaphor) to any who needed it. Hakua liked their life. There was not much to worry about. Things were simple.

When Hakuamatani reached their early twenties a storm beached foreign ships on the shores of Yoreiq for the first time. Everyone was fascinated by the new and very different people. They spoke a strange language and dressed weirdly. Their ships were much bigger and just seemed entirely different. Still, they were welcomed and provided for- even repairs to their ships were made so that they could return to their voyage when ready. Since then foreigners have visited Yoreiq, trading with the people and the port village of Ainu expanded as a result.

Hakua was enamored with almost every foreigner to come to Yoreiq. They wanted to meet all the people, hear all the stories (as best as the language barrier could allow), those huge ships held promise for Hakuamatani. They longed to visit these other worlds.

But then two years later tragedy hit his family hard. His sister, Queen Leinami, was assisting a fishing expedition when a storm took the small fishing boats. Leinami was never found, and having no children the crown was given to Hakuamatani's older brother Matanoa. Matanoa was King for all three moons before he was exiled by his family. Matanoa was mad in the head and would chatter on to coconut trees of how the foreigners were bringing darkness with them to Yoreiq and they would destroy the island nation. His behavior was frightening and unsettling but when he set fire to part of the palace to appeal to Rokalele for help, the royal family knew they had to depose him.

Hakuamatani never wanted or expected to be Crown of Yoreiq, but he could not let his people down. They have been leading the people for eight years now.

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((Ehhh let's just start with TRIGGER WARNINGS for dub con sexy tiem stuff and npc death and gore XD there's probably more but... its a start :|))

The feature of the day's events was a death match between two rather well known gladiators. It had taken a lot of negotiating to get another merchant prince to agree to a death match between their prized gladiator and Mahvash's. After all, no one is truly keen on the prospect of losing their highest earner. Though it did make things much more.. exciting especially for Mahvash.

He had no doubts that his gladiator would win but seeing him pushed to fight so hard... killing another skilled gladiator. Nothing turned Mahvash on more than watching his favorite gladiator kill. It was well worth the slight risk.

Especially because right now he was rock hard with his concubine on her knees before him. The stone half wall of his booth covered their act of public lewdness. Mahvash watched as blood covered the dirt, trying not to show the feeling of ecstasy on his face as Jinan's mouth worked his cock. It was truly turning out to be a wonderful match.

(sorry this sucks I am having serious writers block on this... but i needed to just post it. :( )

The flood waters had finally receded and the sky was a bright blue. It had rained for two days and it took two more for the flooding to subside. It had easily been the worst storm the town had seen in decades. The roads were still barely passable, debris, half collapsed buildings and tree limbs blocked the streets. The Inn and its large stable had held up fairly well considering how violent the storm had been. The pub across town had suffered a fire and a few homes had been completely destroyed, and the old watch tower that had once marked the edge of town before its expansion had finally crumbled. It had been in disrepair for years, stricken by fire twice and simply hazardous. There had been talk of rebuilding it but with the boom to the towns growth being more prevalent, it was never seen through.

It was so quiet. There were few people on the streets, the few tradesmen capable of assessing the damage and what was needed to rebuild, but everyone was quiet, solemn. It was as if they were mourning the loss of the town itself. Kevinth was unsure if there had been any loss of life due to the storm, though it seemed highly plausible. He knew when the storm first struck that the Lord Regent of Ravensway had been out in it but his retainers had collected the young lord and he was unharmed. He had tended their horses during the storm, and all of the guests. Sometimes it was a benefit that his room was located at the back of the stable.

Towards the end of the storm however, a wall in one of the foremost stalls had collapsed and one of the guests horses had escaped. It had been too treacherous until now to search for the pretty dapple grey mare, though the thought of her out there alone pained him. He was cautiously optimistic about still finding her, but as he rode his own horse through the streets the hope began to dwindle. Still, he could not forgive himself if he didn't try... if his Liam were missing he would be devastated, even though the lord's retainer whose horse she was seemed more concerned with her monetary value than the horse herself.

He carefully approached the now crumbled old watch tower with Liam seeming a bit spooked by it. He had never had reservation around here before and they had passed equally razed buildings on their search already... a sound. Shifting rubble perhaps? Liam whinnied and Kevin dismounted the large horse, patting his side lightly and petting him. "Easy there Liam... Is someone there?" He called, his own voice seeming to break the sanctity of the silence.

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Name
Kevinth Arik (Kev to friends... if he had any friends)
Age
20
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Mostly Adelan, though a bit Serenian too.
Height
5'7
Occupation
Stable Hand
Residence
A small town in Kia's Court, Serendipity

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Physical Description
'Handsome but fairly plain looking.' is a phrase he has heard a lot since he was raised in Serendipity. He does have a handsome face with larger almond shaped pale sage green eyes but his bronze skin and dark brown hair just leave him looking less colorful than many of the fae descended Serenians that he lives among.

He has a toned body due to his work and his hands are rough and calloused. He tends to wear plain and practical clothing, even when not working.

Personality
Kevinth is a fairly anti-social young man, but is usually polite and courteous to patrons of the Inn. He loves horses and is much more comfortable around them and other animals than people.

Magic/Abilities
He can't ACTUALLY communicate with animals but he is a bit of a horse whisperer and is really good with them.

Relationships
His horse Liam is his best and only friend.

History
He doesn't have a family and he wants to one day breed and raise horses for nobles.

(will add more later)

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Cijii (left) and Jaibah (right) as drawn for me by my AMAZING friend Hazey.Sketches on Instagram! <3



My own obligatory 'floating head and shoulders with accompanying chibi' doodle.

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Name
Cijii (Zalan), Note: Zalan is not TECHNICALLY his family name even though it was his parents, since it is his family's tradition that a new last name is chosen during their wedding ceremony and Cijii is unwed.
Age
22
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Mixed ethnicity, mostly Thanati and Essyrni
Height
5'9
Occupation
Traveling merchant, hero for hire and dabbler of any odd job he can get.
Residence
His enchanted vardo that he and his brother travel with, basically anywhere.

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Physical Description
Cijii has natural black hair with mahogany highlights that is kept in a long thick braid with a few smaller braids woven in. He has light umber skin and dark brown eyes with specks of gray if you look close enough. He has a rather well built, slender but strong muscular body.

His smile is probably his most notable feature since he almost always is. Its charismatic and genuine- as well as often infectious.It is accented by a small gold lip ring on the right of his lower lip. Style wise he tends to wear the wrap tops and kilts common in Essyrn or at least those tops with loose and comfortable pants. He also likes lose robes and comfy pants. Mostly he wears tops that are left open, showing off his chest and abs.

Personality
Cijii is... nice. He would not consider himself a good guy because his standards for that are pretty high and he himself falls short of them, but he is definitely not a bad person. Still he tries to get along with everyone he meets and is often too trusting. He gives everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove themselves unworthy.

He is at times a bit... dense. Especially when it involves someone he is attracted to, and not necessarily just sexually. He really craves love, acceptance and a home.

Magic/Abilities
He is actually gifted with some primal magic, though he is pretty untrained in it compared to his skill with a blade. He can also divine the future but hates doing it since his ability lies largely in mediumship and he is very susceptible to powerful spirits.

Cijii cannot feel his own pain, but instead feels his brother Jaibah's. As part of an elaborate coming of age ceremony practiced by their family for generations, when his brother turned 12 their hearts were removed and switched using rare and primal magics passed down by their ancestors. Because of this the sensation of pain was linked to their now swapped hearts and they only feel the other's physical pain and not what is inflicted on their own bodies.

Relationships
Jaibah- His older brother who he travels with and is very close with. The two are inseparable, though rarely seen together.

History

Juris Ataraxia

This secret society once had great mages from all lands in its ranks, but was purged for its acts against nature long ago and it's knowledge lost.

But not entirely. Cijii and Jaibah are the last descendants of the great Juris Ataraxia mages. They are bound by the rituals passed down by their ancestors and are tasked with continuing the society's work and protecting it's secrets.

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Cijii (left) and Jaibah (right) as drawn for me by my AMAZING friend Hazey.Sketches on Instagram! <3



My own obligatory 'floating head and shoulders with accompanying chibi' doodle.

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Name
Jaibah (Zalan) Note: Zalan is not TECHNICALLY his family name even though it was his parents, since it is his family's tradition that a new last name is chosen during their wedding ceremony and Jaibah is unwed
Age
26
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Mostly Thanati and Essyrni
Height
5'10 and 1/2
Occupation
Mage scholar and 'occult' researcher
Residence
His enchanted vardo that he and his brother travel with, basically anywhere.

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Physical Description
Jaibah has long, wavy raven blue-black hair normally kept in intricate ornamental up dos or half up dos. His skin is a creamy caramel and he has dark purple eyes. He has some muscle tone but is mostly rather lithe and slender.

Style wise he wears rather complicated and ceremonial robes most of the time.

Personality
Jaibah is rather stoic and quiet. He does not like people and prefers his library where he can research in peace. He is reclusive and his only real connection is with his brother Cijii, keeping anyone else at arms length.

Jaibah is extremely smart but can be quite uncouth when it comes to social ques or decorum. Most of his knowledge on these subjects is from outdated tomes and he has little experience with actual people. He is very distrustful of others and... just, shy. Of course his shyness usually is expressed as what is more commonly interpreted as animosity.

Magic/Abilities
He is very gifted in primal magic and can use some life magic naturally as well. Other than that his expansive knowledge of spells and potioncraft from various cultures has aided him greatly.

Jaibah cannot feel his own pain, but instead feels his brother Cijii's. As part of an elaborate coming of age ceremony practiced by their family for generations, when he turned 12 their hearts were removed and switched using rare and primal magics passed down by their ancestors. Because of this the sensation of pain was linked to their now swapped hearts and they only feel the other's physical pain and not what is inflicted on their own bodies.

Relationships
Cijii- His younger brother who he travels with and is very close with. The two are inseparable, though rarely seen together.

History

Juris Ataraxia

This secret society once had great mages from all lands in its ranks, but was purged for its acts against nature long ago and it's knowledge lost.

But not entirely. Cijii and Jaibah are the last descendants of the great Juris Ataraxia mages. They are bound by the rituals passed down by their ancestors and are tasked with continuing the society's work and protecting it's secrets.

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It was about an hour till sunset and this was hopefully the correct shop. Jaibah didn't particularly want to entertain thoughts of trying to conduct business with these merchants after dark... after all these sorts of hole in the wall shops were far from the normal beaten paths of tourists but that only meant there was more risk of getting swindled, robbed, or worse. With Essyrni in their blood at least they didn't look the part of total foreigners but it was hardly the safest place for even law abiding citizens of the great city state itself.

A small glance told Cijii to stay outside with their vardo. An eyeroll responded with 'its fiiine'.

Jaibah sighed and headed into the shop, knowing Cijii was not going to accept staying outside despite the fact that they were only looking for a book.

Perhaps it was because Cijii seemed to attract a lot of positive attention in Essyrn. Cijii did look more Essyrni, both physically and in style. His long black and mahogany hair was thick and worn in a large braid that had a few smaller braids woven into it, and his eyes were dark brown. It didn't hurt that the younger male wore clothing more closely resembling the wrapped garments that were so popular here. Jaibah on the other hand took to wearing more ornamental robes and had a half updo for his long wavy blue-black hair. No matter they were not staying long. After they procured what Jaibah was looking for they would be off for a new destination, perhaps Serendipity. Or La'Marri.

Jaibah adjusted his crescent moon shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose and ran his finger across the spines on one of the shelves, ignoring whatever the merchant was saying in common. Cijii however answered the man back in Essyrni. That at least Jaibah was grateful for. He didn't like people to begin with but they were always exponentially worse when they thought they could take advantage of you. His fingers skipped along till he reached the empty spot where the tome rightfully should be. Damn. Where was it?

Siiraia was pissed at him he was sure, but there was no way he was going to mingle with lords and ladies at some party when he could be doing better things. Truly it wasn't so much a matter of doing better things so much as not attending his own engagement party. He had never even bothered to meet his fiance. Truth be told he had no interest in her. His sister was furious about that too. Of course by now Siiraia was used to standing in as Kiaal in social situations, but she was always angry with him for it.

Right now Siiraia was socializing in his place, dressed as him so he could work. Well by work he meant read through Lucian's files. Lucian documented many things, his thoughts, impresssions on various people and places, as well as laws, old scripture and legend. It was all fascinating to Kiaal. Mostly because it was all that was left of Lucian.

He say hunched over his desk in his study, pouring over a letter he had found among Lucian's files on the Order of the Moon. A letter he had written to Lucian less than a year ago. And now all of house Talii was gone. Lucian's entire family was wiped out... And now Kiaal had to take his place as High Lord of Moonspear. A job he never wanted. But he could not abandon his province. Even if he failed to attend social functions.

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Name
Runeha (Roo nay ha)
Age
17
Gender
Male
Species
Half demon, half human
Ethnicity
Serenian
Height
5’7
Occupation
Servant
Residence
By his master’s side (Arca, Serendipity)
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Physical Description
Runeha has wavy, very light pink hair that reaches past his shoulders and eyes the color of dried roses. His skin tone is more on the bronze, tanned side and he has a lithe slender frame. His more notable attributes are the two thick, pale gold, spiraled horns on either side of his head, his pointed ears, large black bat-like wings and black spaded tail.

His wardrobe varies based on his mood, the functionality of the clothing, how much of his attributes should remain hidden at the time, etc. He does, however, always wear a collar around his neck.
Personality
Will figure this out as I play him

Magic/Abilities
Demonic magics! XD

Relationships
His master / father Maza Fereluna, whom he simply refers to as ‘Master’.

History
Will add later.

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Name
Ayvya
Age
25
Gender
Male, although he lives as a woman
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Adelan and Serenian
Height
5'6
Occupation
Wandering Healer
Residence
Mainly travels around Adela, preferring the northern parts near the Serenian border.
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Physical Description
He has long, very pale mint green hair, bronze skin and soft honey brown eyes. His build is slender and lithe.

Ayvya was cursed with soft androgynous features due to his mother's fae blood, and as a result of that and his gifts in the healing arts he has decided to live as a woman. He dresses in women's clothing and follows grooming norms for women.

Personality
Ayvya is a gentle and kind person with a bit of a dark side. While he has never harmed or killed a living thing (plant life excluded) he does enjoy watching others suffer (mostly strong men). He does possess strong healing magic but instead heals people with herbal remedies and potions so that it takes longer for them to heal and only resorts to using his magic when the patient would die if he didn't. If he is ever called out on his little bits of sadism he blushes and gets very embarrassed and ashamed.

Since he has chosen to be a healer he has (mostly) embraced the role of a woman, though he tries not to use pronouns regarding himself he will answer to both and is not offended by either, though he is used to being referred to as female and truly being mistaken for one. The village he grew up in followed more rituals and restrictions on women then other northern villages and was more spiritual in their every day practices. He follows the restrictions that woman faced in his home town and therefore is forbidden from harming or killing any creature, eating meat, carrying a weapon, or touching anything dead. He walks with a broom made of soft straw and gently sweeps the dirt in front of him as he goes so that he does not accidentally step on a bug.

Ayvya is a patient, gentle person and is great with children and animals alike; in fact there are some that he consistently visits when he reaches villages and towns.
(will add more later)

Magic/Abilities
Strong healing magic that he rarely uses

Relationships
A Serenian mother and Adelan father, neither of which he sees much.

History
(will add later)

Siiraia had spent all morning ordering servants around dressed as Kiaal while he took the day off. She had told him that his excursions would have to stop soon, after all he was high lord of Moonspear now, and would soon be wed. Despite telling him all this she had helped him dress in one of her plainer dresses and corsets, and watched as he painted his face and donned a long, black wig.

She was kind of glad he wanted to be away... after all, today Liadan was due to arrive. It had been some time since she had seen the bespectacled cutie, what with everything that had happened to their cousin's family. Siiraia found herself longing to see Liadan. At first it had been a coincidence that the girl mistook her for her twin brother, but then she did it just to mess with the little lady. It was fun, but now... well now Siiraia actually liked the girl, the one her brother didn't even bother to meet.

She did one last check of Liadan's new quarters, they were in the same wing as her own after all. She and Kiaal had both kept things simple in their rooms, but Siiraia made sure that Liadan's was prepared with luxurious furnishings and decorated beautifully. She set a crystal vase filled with lovely flowers on an accent table. Hopefully the young girl would be pleased by the preparations she made for her arrival.

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Name
Tryggvi Vilhjal
Age
17
Gender
Male
Species
...Human.
Ethnicity
Sionadyaki
Height
6'1
Occupation
Fisherman
Residence
Hyoite
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Physical Description
Trygg has rusty red hair that is a poofy mess on top and trimmed in the in the middle, three braids start at the bottom of his hairline in the back and reach down past his shoulders. He has a splattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose as well as his shoulders and large, mischievous, jade green eyes with pupils that appear to be catlike when he is excited. He is tall at 6'1, but mostly legs and looks kind of scrawny since his limbs are only toned muscle with no actual bulk to them. His core isn't very wide but he does have a little flabby belly despite looking thin. He has sharp canine teeth but they are usually only visible if his mouth is open (which is like ALWAYS).

Personality
Tryggvi is a pugnacious, cocky yet clumsy idiot, who almost never knows when to shut up. He is a fisherman and usually drives his fellow fishermen crazy. Trygg loves the ocean and doesn't mind the cold one bit. He'd jump in the freezing water without a second thought. Of course he is far from invincible and would catch his death of cold if he did it all the time.

Magic/Abilities
If consuming raw fish without a second thought or a stomach ache is a magic skill he has it.

Relationships
Eldest son of Vilhjalmur Eir, a damned good fisherman like his father before him. Trygg has a few half siblings running about and a step mom too.

History
His father, Vilhjalmur Eir is the only birth parent he's ever known. Many in Hyoite speculate that Trygg's mom was some sort of werecat or beast woman because of Tryggvi's sometimes feral like behavior. Other than his fangs (and occasionally his pupils) there is nothing particularly inhuman about his appearance though.

18 years ago, Vilhjalmur went out into the tundra searching for his younger brother Brynjar who never returned to Hyoite the previous Winter. While the rest of their family assumed Bryn was dead, Vil couldn't just give up that easily and hoped to at least find signs that Brynjar had spent the Winter in another settlement. 7 months passed and just as Winter approached again Vilhjalmur returned to Hyoite with a red haired infant. He brought no wife with him, and no sign of the brother he set out looking for, just the babe that he claimed was his son.

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Name
Brynjar Eir
Age
37
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Sionadyaki
Height
6'7
Occupation
Solitary mountain man, hunter / gatherer, survivalist
Residence
Kilanthro Mountains
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Physical Description
Long scruffy, mostly auburn / brown hair with a patch of platinum blond in his bangs. Auburn / brown beard that is shorter on the sides and longer in the center. Peachy colored skin and very light, narrow, steel blue eyes. Broad shoulders, wide muscular frame.

Personality
Brynjar can be gruff and is a real rugged man. He has trouble understanding most social norms, even some more common ones among the people of the tundra escape his logic. That said he is a quick witted man even if he can't read or write.

Magic/Abilities
Brynjar has been possessed by a sea god since birth but does not realize it. He only knows that he blacks out and bad things happen if he is fully submerged in water so he avoids large bodies of water. Besides, he can't swim.

Relationships

History
(will finish later x3)

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It was approaching midnight when Robin finally reached the old tower in the woods. He remembered playing here as a child, training to fight the sort of thing he now was. He ran his hand along the stone exterior and the moss covering parts of it. A sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips as the nostalgia washed over him. He dearly missed his brothers, he missed the times when they were all together, the time when he was still human.

Robin looked up at the sky. Moonspear was only one province over from his new home in a bustling trade town in Jadenshine, but it still felt like a world away from this place, from his old life. The moon and stars were brighter here of course. Fyarion shined his glory down on Moonspear, and the knights of the Order of the Moon. Being back here some how felt like he was offending the stallion-god. Some mornings he laid in the darkness in his bedroom and thought about killing himself, like would have been proper, but he lacked the courage to do it.

It took most of the courage he did possess to return to here. He was excited to see Crow again, but he also felt ashamed. He didn't deserve to face him. He was an embarrassment to his entire family, but Crow most of all. 

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Name
Diarmaid "Robin" Anatoliy (DEER-mid ah-nah-TO-leey)
Age
19 but he looks about 15
Gender
Male
Species
Vampire, formerly human.
Ethnicity
Serenian
Height
5'5
Occupation
Inherited a fortune, a mine, a legacy and a title, Count Anatoliy of Far Water
Residence
Serendipity, Jadenshine, Far Water
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Physical Description
Robin is of slight and slender frame, with pale almost frosted looking skin and white hair. His large ruby eyes somehow hold an eternal look of innocence, and yet a deep sadness as well.

The only distinguishing mark is the symbol of his vampire clan scarred on his chest with a holy blade.

Personality
Robin's demeanor is gentle but cold. Before his master's death he was viewed by others of their clan more as the prized doll of their Progenitor than an actual member of their clan. Now that he has inherited his position as not only a nobleman of Jadenshine, but the head of the Azuolas vampiric clan, he seems to silently command respect. His own clan is divided with some not only supporting him but practically worshiping him and others plotting his demise.

Magic/Abilities
Is skilled with a spear, and used to posses holy magic but he has not been able to use it since being turned into a vampire. However he is not burned by the sun as others of his clan are. Some claim he is still 'blessed by Fyarion' and this causes contention among the Azuolas clan.

Relationships
Robin has three older brothers, Hawk, Raven and Crow, most of which he does not know the whereabouts or welfare of.

Kailash Anatoliy- His now deceased former master and former head of the Azuolas clan as well as the former Count of Far Water.

An as of yet unnamed vampiric sire (the one who actually turned Robin)

History
When he was mortal Robin was a member of the Order of the Moon. His birth name was Ailbhe Keist, but like his older brothers he has been called Robin since he began training with the Order of the Moon. His family has been part of the Order of the Moon for generations and many possessed strong holy magic.

He was brought up a follower of Fyarion and a hunter of all that would harm mortals in the night. However it was his desire to kill just such creatures that caused him to end up as one.

Robin had turned sixteen one moon prior to the night of his death. He had been on a training mission with fellow Order of the Moon recruits when there was an attack on a near by village, just east of the Jadenshine-Moonspear border. In hindsight following a group of vampires into Jadenshine alone was a bad idea. He should have waited for the other recruits but he could not allow vampires brazen enough to attack a Moonspear village escape.

He had trained hard but he was no match for seven vampires, not on his own. He wished they at least had the decency to merely kill him, but one suggested it would be funny to turn him and return him for his brothers in arms to kill.

Fate had other plans for him though... he was turned and against all the hardships his captors threw at him, he survived in his second life and soon caught the eye of their Progenitor.

When he was named heir to the Azuolas line it was quite the controversy and it has not ceased now that his is their Patriarch.

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Kiaal sat in his study, it still didn't feel like his. He and Siiraia had moved to Rillaria, into the castle the Talii's occupied till recently. Nothing felt right about it though. He would not shirk his duties to his province, or to his cousin's house for that matter, but High Lord of Moonspear was a title he never desired, or thought he would possess.

Idly, he moved some papers about the desk, organizing letters and quills out of almost nervous habit. It did unnerve him to be sitting at Lucian's desk. Kiaal could remember the last time he visited his cousin, he remembered standing in front of the desk he now sat behind, Lucian smiling that smile because Kiaal had failed to attend some courtly event. He protested, on the grounds that he was a member of the Order of the Moon first and a nobleman second. What cruel irony that now he sat in Lucian's place.

The sound of the door opening drew him from his daze, eyes falling instantly upon his own image walking toward him. Well, not identical enough, this version wore a long flowing, sleeveless gray dress with a high collar covering the neck and a hood. In fact this version had breasts that were quite noticeable today. "He's on his way brother, I saw him coming through the courtyard." Siiraia said as she awkwardly adjusted her bust.

"What are you doing? And what are you wearing that for?" Kiaal wasn't used to seeing his sister dressed in such an elegant manner, even if her attire was considerably simple for that of a noble woman.

Siiraia scoffed. "The maids would not let me wear pants in the presence of a knight, it is 'unlady like'. I explained that I am oft in the company of knights and soldiers like Crow- sorry, Sir Lian Keist, and that I am part of the same order as him and you, but they would hear none of it!"

Kiaal had to chuckle at that. "Are these the same maids of yours that seem intent on setting you up with every eligible nobleman in Moonspear? Perhaps they think Crow would be a suitable match for you?"

"Please do not even joke of such a thing! Or need I remind you that you should actually meet your fiance before your wedding." She taunted back, leaning against the desk for a moment before straightening up and standing properly, somberly.

Kiaal knew why. It was Lucian's desk. They both stayed silent, waiting for their guest to arrive.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Siiraia Ethyarion
Age
29
Gender
Female
Species
Human of fae descent
Ethnicity
Serenian
Height
5'6 1/2
Occupation
Advisor and sister to the former High Lord of Moonspear, recruiter for the Order of the Moon
Residence
Rillaria, Moonspear, Serendipity
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Physical Description
Siiraia has pale skin and a small but muscular build that is somewhat androgynous. Her face is also on the androgynous young, beautiful / handsome side due to her fae ancestry. Her pale green hair tapers to just past chin length in the front and is layered in the back, with full bangs across her forehead. Her eyes are a deep indigo.

Siiraia often binds her breasts because they get in her way when training new recruits or hunting demons. She often tends to dress in what is considered to be men's clothing. People often have a hard time telling her and her twin brother Kiaal apart.

Personality
Siiraia has a bit of a mischievous streak in her, but it is all in good fun. She likes to tease and cleverly one up people whenever the opportunity presents itself. She is very cunning and tough and will not back down. She has a good eye for strategy, but is also quite merciless.

Magic/Abilities
Some holy magic, skilled with a sword, and excels with a spear.

Relationships
Siiraia has a twin brother named Kiaal with whom she is very close, as well as a future sister in law that she is close with. She was also the cousin of the High Lord of Moonspear before Kiaal and the current High Lord of Moonspear

History
Before the fall of House Talii, Siiraia traveled with her brother recruiting and training new members for the Order of the Moon. Kiaal always had a better eye for the potential of new recruits, but Siiraia was very good at whipping them into shape before passing them along to further their training.

While she was not happy about leaving the Order to aid her brother as High Lord, she was much more shocked and angry when he abdicated without consulting her and took off to avenge House Talii. She has been searching for him since.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Kiaal Ethyarion
Age
29
Gender
Male
Species
Human of fae descent
Ethnicity
Serenian
Height
5’7
Occupation
Former High Lord of Moonspear
Residence
Rillaria, Moonspear, Serendipity
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Physical Description
Kiaal has pale skin and a small but muscular build that is somewhat androgynous. His face is also on the androgynous young beautiful / handsome side due to his fae ancestry. His pale green hair tapers to just past chin length in the front and is layered in the back, with full bangs across his forehead. His eyes are a very blue violet.

Personality
Kiaal is what most would describe as a good man. He takes honor seriously and is not the type of person to go back on his word. That said he is shrewd and will not tread lightly into situations that pose no favorable outcome. When he was High Lord of Moonspear he had to look out for the people of the province and since then he has worn a serious face more often than he’d like to.

He enjoys good natured pranks and teasing a great deal and would like to relax and take it easy more often than he feels is appropriate to actually do. Sometimes this makes him come across as a bit moody. But he isn’t about to let that get in the way of serious matters.

Magic/Abilities
Some holy magic, skilled with a sword, spear, and especially a bow.

Relationships
Kiaal has a twin sister named Siiraia with whom he is very close, and a fiancé he has never met. He was also the cousin of the High Lord of Moonspear before him as well as a cousin of the current High Lord.

History
The House of Ethyarion has been lesser nobility in Moonspear for centuries and even shared blood ties with the House of Talii in recent generations. The Ethyarions were known for being high ranking members of the Order of the Moon, often serving as recruiters and trainers as well.  Such was Kiaal’s role before the demise of House Talii.

When his cousin’s family and house succumbed to demonic curses Kiaal took up Lordship of Moonspear as the next living heir.  He does not believe these deaths to be mere demonic retaliation, and he is not alone in this thinking. Unfortunately as the benefactor of these events, some of the suspicion rested with him.

When the opportunity arose he abdicated his position as High Lord and supported his cousin Dimitri Orlov taking his seat as ruler of Moonspear. Since his abdication he has become obsessed with finding those responsible for the fall of House Talii and even more dedicated to purging demons and the undead from this world- with or with out the Order's help.

For a girl who had grown up on these plains she sure didn't know how to survive on them. Khavanri was lost and had no idea where she was going or what she was doing. That was part of why she ran away from her tribe to begin with though. Nothing the elders had taught her prepared her for any of this! Then again... she was never supposed to be out on her own... she was a Light Chaser and a very sheltered one too. Which was exactly what she hated!

She didn't want to be provided for without doing anything! She didn't want to keep living a life that wasn't even her choice! It would just be nice if she knew what she did want to do.

Or even what to do next.

It had been three nights since she ran away from the Dimuro camp and she was running out of water and didn't even know where to find more around here. She had found plants she recognized as edible at least but couldn't even hunt anything despite having her bow with her.

She had never shot anything! Khavanri's archery was graceful and highly accurate, but she had never shot at a living target. As a Light Chaser she had been taught the practice for ceremonial purposes, not hunting. Maybe this was all part of why she felt so useless and out of place there.

The sun was setting as she leaned against a large rock and looked up at the sky. If she was supposed to instinctively know 'the Path' as a spiritual leader to her people... well, she never felt more like they had the wrong person.

__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Maram-Jinan, 'Jinan', 'Jin', 'Djinn'

Age
19

Gender
Intersex, prefers to be called by name or they, their pronouns though their owner and others usually refer to them as female.

Ethnicity
Essyrni and Serenian

Height
5'5

Occupation
Concubine

Residence
Essyrn

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Physical Description

Jin has wavy thick pinkish red hair that tapers down past the shoulders, mocha skin, a slender lithe frame, and smoldering black eyes. Maram-Jinan's face is heart shaped and rather androgynous, but soft. Body-wise Jin has wide hips like a woman but very tiny almost nonexistent breasts.

(I'm not going into their genitals unless its necessary for an rp)

Jinan tends to wear very sheer and traditional Essyrni clothing while in his master's harem. They rarely travel outside the harem these days, but are required to wear a veil outside as they are technically a slave.

Personality
Jin is the sort of person who, despite being owned by another human being, does not allow themselves to be pushed around... at least not in spirit. Jinan resents being referred to by gender specific terms- which is a hard concept for most Essyrni to grasp and the cause of many issues in their life. Jin knows it would be simpler to live as a man, but feels they cannot fake such a thing and perhaps out of spite, their owner refers to them with female pronouns.

Maram-Jinan is a free spirit at heart and hates being tied down and hidden away from the world. Mischevious, and often curious, Jin is the sort of person who enjoys eavesdropping and spying on those they can- and is pretty damn good at it too.

Abilities
Jinan is a talented dancer and bard. There are many rumors of their other 'skills' but those lack concrete confirmations.

Relationships

Mahvash Samara- Jinan's older half brother and current owner. It was Mahvash that had Jinan kidnapped and sold into slavery in the first place.

History

Maram-Jinan was not quite born into a wealthy Essyrni family. Their father certainly was a man of means and stature, however their mother was a Serenian concubine. Jin was raised in their father's home and grew up with their father's other kids and wives. Jinan's own mother was barely a mother to them and she was sold when Jin was only 7.

Things weren't so bad though. Jinan was one of their father's favorite children, and despite not being an heir to any property or status, they were doted on quite a lot growing up.

Maram-Jinan had no idea they were different until puberty. All of their sisters went through it and started to bleed with the moon cycle and Jinan did not. It was around that time that Jin realized that things did not quite match up.

It occurred to Jinan that perhaps they were truly a boy, but that wasn't right either. Their father did not want to discuss it at all and when ever the subject was brought up in their home he would bang his fist and state 'Jinan is Jinan.' though in secret their father would call them his little Seytil.

It was not long after that their father died under suspicious causes. With their father gone Jin left the house, trying to live as a man, working and making their own way when they were kidnapped by slave traders the first time they tried to venture outside Essyrn.

When Jinan's older half brother purchased them Jin knew it was not out of kindness or some familial bond. Maram-Jinan had always avoided their older brother and hated how their father's heir looked at them. Jin became one of their brother's concubines and now lives in Mahvash's harem.