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Medina had woken from her accidental nap to a dark empty room to a strange radiating pain in her abdomen.

While aware there was an event tonight, she had not been required, or asked to attend - which was fine with her. Medina had to practically roll over to sit up and she winced when her back hurt and... Where was Hope? Medina swallowed thickly, looking to the bassinet in the corner. A twinge in her stomach made her wince but... She'd felt enough of those while she was pregnant with Hope. Fred had told her they were just muscle twitches. They would be fine. Though, this pregnancy had seemed to be a little bit more delicate than the one she had with Hope. Like being pampered had made her... Weaker. It wasn't a real thing. Medina wasn't a stupid woman. Sometimes, they were just delicate and... Had to be protected.

The pair had also not been surrounded by Mordecai.

Medina sucked in a breath before she stood up, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around herself to ward off the chill from her barefeet on the cold floor.

"Where's my son?" She asked the maid waiting by her door, trying to squint at the woman through the twinge. The maid paled slightly before she looked down the hall and then back at Medina, mouth opening and then closing again.  "Where is my son," she snarled at the girl. They had never not instantly answered her. They had always known where her boy was.

"My lady," The girl started, reaching for her, hands shaking, "My lady he just slipped away," she didn't want to lie. Medina was in a delicate state, they knew! Lying would make it worse, right? Medina winced before she pushed the door open. "I could have taken care of him!" Medina snarled at the girl, marching down the hall, one hand supporting her pregnant belly. Though quickly she stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall. "I'm..." Medina hitched a breath, eyes falling closed for a moment, nightgown clutched in her fingers.

"Tina," Medina looked at the girl, fear in her eyes, "Go... Go get someone," She panted, sweat gathering at her temples at the sudden onslaught of pain. It was too soon. Medina felt panic flair up in her chest as the sound of footsteps ran down the hallway. Her heart pounded as surely as the pain grew worse. Tears of pain and panic pricked at her golden eyes while she moved back to the bedroom. Maybe she could lay down. Maybe it would be better if she went back to sleep.

There were so many mordecai here she couldn't heal herself if she tried. She could barely force herself to run and she'd have to run so far... She wanted her brother. No, she wanted her sister. She wanted her Stranger and as she climbed back onto her bed and propped herself up with pillows and tried to breathe as calmly as she could Medina just wanted the pain to go away.

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Name Lucas
Age 35
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'10"
Occupation Bandit
Residence Cabin in the woods

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Physical Description Lucas is a decent enough looking man. He has dark golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes, though when he allows the beard to grow in that's a dusky shade of red. He's built like Connlaothian men. He's broad shouldered and slim waisted - when he isn't covered in many layers of clothing. After taking to the forest and turning bandit, he's aged a little more harshly - though when he's all cleaned up he's still got a nice charm to him.

Personality The very base of Lucas Frostmyre is a jaded angry man. Where he was once a father and a husband, the civil war took all that away from him and has turned him into an angry shell of who he once was. Though he'd never hurt innocents, he's not above stealing. His morals are corrupted though he can be kind when he needs to be.


Magic/Abilities Nothing outstanding.
He's decent on horseback and can use a sword to fight well enough. He's a good marksman with a bow and a gun.



Relationships 
Annmarie Frostmyre - Wife -  Deceased
Louisa Frostmyre - daughter - deceased
Katelynn Frostmyre - daughter - deceased
Briar  Frostmyre - daughter - deceased

History

A fire took his wife and daughters while he was away with the army. There was no notice of it and he only found out when he returned home, tired, weary, to find the charred rubble of his once home. His neighbours and village had to tell him they were dead. Led him to their graves. He spent a while trying to integrate back into village life. He'd had a woman who he lived with briefly but she grew angry and left when he constantly compared her to his wife. Constantly would mention his daughters. It was easy enough to join a gang of bandits.

They pilfered his village and when they left with all the items they could carry, they also left with him. They weren't very bright men, a few of them rather simple, but they made a hide out, a home for themselves, deep in the woods. Took to stealing what they couldn't grow and making do with what they had. A particularly hard winter froze half of them out and starved a quarter more.

Lucas was one of the few left and as the eldest, he took charge. It's been a year or so since he's been the 'leader' of the bandit group - though he feels more like a father, the men were barely twenty and were outcasts from society because they ran from the draft. Lucas just wants the war to end so he can have a family again and carry on with his life.



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It was on a whim. Kallayenasifaren, so named by the natives, stood out in the crowd. He was perhaps one of the only one of his kind to have ever graced this island to his knowledge. They had been kind and curious and when he'd been lamenting to a friend about how lonely he was - even among so many people - he had suggested this very festival. While taking any sort of mate forever was a far away odd idea, Kal could appreciate the companionship. So, he'd entered his name into the jar and waited patiently for his name to be called. It was one of the last ones.

Today he wore his best human clothing. An appropriate dark blue robe with purple hightights wrapped around him, leaving the tip of his long black tail exposed along with his feet, his long black hair hung over his shoulder - right where he could absently fiddle with it. While odd looking, there was a raw masculinity to him and Onyx - or Kal - could be considered handsome to the brave and odd looking to the frightened.

His ears twitched, listening for a Thanati name.

That wasn't a thanati name.

What name was that?

Kal repeated it silently on his way up to the front and he looked to the woman before him. A curious blink, a little wave of his tail. She was the right size! Wasn't too small. A quick examination told him that she'd probably be able to have children just fine - which had him make an odd chirping sound in his throat - and he smiled at her, careful to keep his extra facial feature in check. A wave of his tail behind him and Kal nodded his head down at her and gave a little purr before he opened his mouth.

"Hello. I am Kallayenasifaren - You may call me Kal, I believe I am your Husband now, we will have a wonderful year together" Kal spoke in plain common, a slight accent to his voice - But this meant that she was his and he was hers! The idea pleased him to no end and he looked down at his little oddly coloured wife - definitely not a local. That was okay though, she was his now and he couldn't want to start their year together - there was so much to learn.

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Name Onyx - has been given the name Kallayenasifarel by the Thanati natives. Goes by Kal
Age 62
Gender Male
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Onyx
Height 6'7"
Occupation Wandering Scholar
Residence Thanatos

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Physical Description Kal is a giant of a man. He's far taller than most humans and, generally, can't really fit into doorways. The scales and strange eyes can be a little off putting to humans but his gentle nature and general charm help calm the instant animal reaction to seeing him. His scales are glossy and black, they rest on his cheeks, his neck, his forearms, they go along his spine and and cover the long thick tail. His legs, which are digitigrade and end in dainty little toes with lethal claws, are also covered in black scales from the knee down, and from the outside of his thighs up.

Kal can be intimidating when he wants to be. He's well muscled, though the number of years he's been pursuing knowledge instead of dinner have toned him down somewhat and the clothing he wears helps to cover it up.

Personality Kal is... Needy. He likes attention. He likes being around people. Having gone from a large 'family' to being on his own, he likes company and is very friendly to people. Optimistic and bright and happy (but in the terribly annoying ways). Kal see's a silver lining in anything and everything and while he can be discouraged, he's quick to dust himself off.

Magic/Abilities As a child ( and later on as a man ) Onyx had been made to hunt. He's fast, he's strong and he can snap the head off of anything he can get his jaws around.

Relationships None as of yet ( missing sisters don't count )

History Onyx was a marvel when he was born. A twin. Two Onyx's . A boy and a girl. The pair were raised by their parents, a pair of simple blues, with heavy influences from their Elder. They were given a little more leeway when wandering - they were smart children - but it was the day that his sister - Miniana - wandered too far that changed his life forever. It was he who found his sister's cluster of dark scales, cut from her throat, bloody meat still on it. He who brought it back.

The hunters searched for her but they found nothing. Onyx didn't understand. But with her scales gone, the chances of her even being alive were slim to none. Humans, they said, either took her into slavery, or killed her for her scales. Onyx grew up alone and down trodden, his only friend was gone. It was many years of angry and growth before Onyx, a full grown man by then, decided that maybe they hadn't looked hard enough.

With her scales in the Fire, Onyx was fifty before he finally decided that he would search. A fully trained warrior and father of none. Finding his sister, their tribesmate was deemed a worthy cause to leave them. Of course he'd come back with her if he found her. How many black Kulshedra were missing their gems? Just Miniana. So, Onyx has been traveling for sixteen years. He's picked up a few languages and has gotten decent at working with humans - he knows now they aren't all the same monsters.

The optimistic view on life is new but he likes it. He's been living in Thanatos for a few years now, finding their religion interesting and their views on family and children like his own to some degree. He'd been honorarily named after they discovered that his name was not Onyx and it was simply a title of what he was. Sometimes Kallayenasifarel can't pronounce his own name but he cherishes it with pride and goes through pains of writing it down occasionally so he doesn't forget it.


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Name Sanshi
Age 21
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Thanati
Height 5'1"
Occupation Artisan
Residence Thanatos

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Physical Description Sanshi is a short little thing. She's built with wide hips and a decent bust and for the most part, despite some squishy parts, she's not out of shape. Wide green eyes sit nicely with caramel coloured skin and she usually has her head covered by a wrap or a clothing because its - perhaps - one of the worst hair colours. Brilliantly red, Sanshi keeps it long and in a tight thick braid, wrapped around her head for the simple fact that it can't come loose from it's bindings. There are a few streaks where she'd tried to use various items to dye it but, alas, it is still brilliantly red.

It's her greatest shame and sanshi probably has more dresses for her hair than she does her body.

Usually the girl is covered up to her elbows in clay and while her hair can sometimes lose her customers, they're popular enough with the tourists and she can make at least a modest living doing what she loves.  Makin' stuff.

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After over thirty years with the same Master, finally, Puppy was seeing the stage where she'd be sold. The last time she'd been here... It hadn't really changed. Slaves were still brought to the block and put on display. The more expensive ones for last. Her Master - Previous Master - wanted the most from her and so she was dressed in sheer fabric, jewels in her hair, ears pierced with dangling rubies. As one of the last to be put on display, Puppy felt just a little bit anxious. Would her new master like her? Would he care about her? A brief look behind her to the horned man, a little nod from him and a stern look on his face.

He'd gotten what he'd wanted from her. That meant her use was up.

Once guided to the stage, the outermost layers of the sheer outfit were removed, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every curve and scale was on display, the fabric hung from her short fat tail and she turned around when guided. A few of the wealthier buyers were allowed on stage to poke and prod her and she only let her ears fold back once in distaste - though it was quickly fixed when one of them pinched her breast. An angered flush on her cheeks but she said nothing.

Puppy didn't feel humiliated - that was something she didn't comprehend anymore - but she did feel thrown away. The posture spoke for her, her head was down when not commanded to be up, shoulders slumped forward. Her black scaled hands were held together at her waist and she only glanced around. Perhaps she'd be a pet again. Finally, she lifted her head to scan the audiance of prospective buyers. The Essyrni men who were either interested in the exotic creature or looked on at her with disgust. Yellow eyes flicked to every man and woman. Some were seeking to purchase house slaves, others were looking for everything else.

A little expensive than most, the seller rattled off what buying her would gain them. Mentioning the two children she'd had which - according to him - had grown into fine strong adults. The things she knew. Singing and dancing. Cleaning, cooking. Puppy had clearly been a slave for a long time and barely looked it. Still, she smoothed her hands over the sheer fabric, puffing it out so it didn't cling to her in the beating sun when she spotted the face in the crowd.

Perhaps the longest pause she'd ever done. Puppy stood, frozen, eyes wide, mouth dropped open slightly. The ears looked familiar and she felt her own pin back for a moment before she corrected herself. That person looked like her. Puppy's heart picked up and to get a closer look she walked along the stage, a hip swaying walk before she walked back. Every movement back towards the scaled man had her staring at him.

What was he? Why did he look like her? A few times she'd seen some men that had the same scaled appearance as her in the gladiator arena, but she hadn't been there for years. Hadn't thought of it further. Simply thought they were slaves like her but this man... He was free and...

Puppy wanted that one. Quickly she tore her eyes away and shifted her hips again, moving to stand in the middle of the stage when the bidding finally started. For the most part, she tuned out everything, eyes closed, head ducked down until finally she heard the word "sold!" and was guided into the back room of the tent. The shade was a blessing and she was given the rest of the sheer clothing. The leathery winged horned master of before looked down at Puppy, waiting with her to collect.

"You provided me with two very strong gladiators," His voice was husky and it sent a shiver through her body, mouth opened slightly before she looked up at him, ears back.

"Master..." Her voice was soft and she reached up for him, but her hands were pushed away and he grabbed her chin, leaning down and giving her one last deep kiss.

"But you haven't in twenty years," he looked down at her fondly before taking her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over his nipples and giving a somewhat forlorn sigh. Puppy just looked up at him, sad. "So, this is your best chance at something other that being a gladiator play thing for the rest of your life and I like you far too much to break you," he stopped playing with her chest before he looked her up and down. Plenty erotic. Perfect.  Her master smirked and turned her around, hands on her shoulders, a finger caressing her neck.

Puppy leaned back into her old master, eyes closed waiting so goods could be exchanged. Deep breaths. The familiar sound of Master moving his wings impatiently and Puppy sighed, hands at her side.

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Name Puppy
Age Early sixties
Gender Female
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Onyx
Height 5'5"
Occupation Slave
Residence Essyrn

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Physical Description Puppy is a Kulshedra. As such, she's covered in dark scales, her cheek bones, forearms, the backs of her hands, neck, her back, along her waistline. Her tail is short and fat, though her legs are long and sleek looking, the black scales going to her digitigrade feet with her clawed toes that somehow, still remaind looking dainty. Puppy, having been rather spoiled, is hourglass shaped and on the voluptuous side.

Long straight silky black hair falls to the tops of her thighs - though seems shorter when it's in the two thick braids on either side of her head. Except for a deep scar at the base of her throat, Puppy is almost flawless. Also she enjoys red make-up.

Personality Puppy grew up pampered and spoiled - for the most part.  While she was taken away at a young age, she wasn't bought by a rich master until her teens. Being used for hard labour before she began to 'blossom' into a woman. As such, she can be stubborn and, sometimes, good natured. Uneducated except for ... Extra curricular activities, Puppy can be naive but is eager and willing to learn. She does not know how to read. Perhaps a little outspoken and she can be very pushy.

Magic/Abilities Nothing remarkable. She can probably dance really well.


Relationships
Child 1 (boy) (30-something)
Child 2 (??) ( 20-something)
Puppy has no relationship with either child, she simply gave birth to them.


History

Puppy was originally from a nomadic tribe of Kulshedra in the north. Born a twin and an onyx she'd been named immediately  - though she'd never be able to remember - and placed into the Elder's care along with her brother. It was an unfortunate series of events that led to her kidnapping, a simple mistake that could never been undone. A group of slavers had been stalking the tribe for a few weeks and while they knew about them, they were human and deemed curious - if harmless. Puppy had been picking flowers when she strayed just a bit too far away.

The first few years of her enslavement are mostly forgotten and replaced by better memories. All she really knows was that she'd cut out the hard cluster of onyx scales are her throat and if it hadn't been for immediate medical attention from a talented healer she would have died. Sometimes when she dreams she can still see the meat on the hard cluster of glinting black. The first few years weren't kind to her, seen as an animal and a play thing, she'd earned her name 'Puppy' not long after she'd healed.

It wasn't until she'd grown into a woman, with ample curves and a strange exotic elegance humans didn't possess, that she was bought for other purposes. Puppy had become pregnant to the first master not long after she was purchased, the child did not survive the birth and all she acquired from it was a lifeless blue scaled baby. The master allowed for a ceremony and while she doesn't carry his ashes anymore, she knows they're out there in the desert. It was another ten years before the master sold her to someone knew. He was getting old and she was still young - far too young and full of energy for him.

The new master was a giant beast of a man. Leathery wings and horns, dark skin and bright eyes. Hair dark as night - Most of his slaves were gladiators and she'd been purchased with the intention of being a gift but the master ended up keeping her for himself. Puppy became an ornament for this Master, something to sit on his lap during matches, to scratch at her scales and pet her hair. It was a mere year in with this Master that she became pregnant and to her horror she was such for nearly two years. Having only ever experienced human pregnancies and her own very short first one, Puppy - while alarmed - let nature do it's thing and sure enough, a healthy child was born. A boy. With the same scales as her but the leathery wings and horns as his father.

Quickly, he was whisked away from her and while heartbroken she knew that, as a slave, she could have and take care of nothing. Puppy is unaware of what's happened to her child. Pleased with his offspring, the Master tried in vain for many more years to produce scaled winged gladiators with his black scaled pet but to no avail. Tired of her, he finally did what he bought her for - as a prize or a gift.

It was only a few short months into being such a thing that she became pregnant for the third and, so far, last time. Again, the pregnancy was horrendously long and this time she didn't even get to see her child. A slight glint of scales on the cheeks but that was it. While she'd begged for information she received none and grew lethargic and was forced to move. Forced to bathe. Forced to do everything.

Growing tired with her, her horned master has put her for sale. While she's served him well - and he's treated her well - she is passed her use and he seeks to burder someone else with her.

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Adalia stared up at the sky and heaved out the sigh that had been stuck in her throat. The tears had long since dried up but still, there heavy feeling in her chest wasn't going to be going away anytime soon. It sort of came out of no where.

A man with a wide range a deep pocket, Adalia was forcibly brought home. Her horse was tucked away in his stable and she'd barely gotten to say good bye to... Adalia let her head drop forward, squeezing her eyes shut in the process. They were going to part ways anyway, lives too different, grown to far apart. There was still something there but it wasn't... Enough. Adalia pressed the back of her gloved hand to her cheek and cleared her throat while she fixed her seating.

Brought home and less than a month later, told her she was going to marry a potential Duke in Connlaoth.

It felt like a slap to the face. Her, a mage, being sent to Connlaoth. Fear and misery were heavy in her chest and Adalia could have sworn her eyelids were chapped from the crying she'd been doing on and off since she'd left her home in Kia's Court. This was just what she wanted for her life - to live the rest of it in misery in a country that would hate her.  Adalia wasn't sure if she felt complimented or alarmed that the Grand Duke himself arranged this - though she'd heard from her father that it was originally the Grade Duke she was supposed to wed.

The idea of that made her sick.

Neck deep in it.

Adalia pressed her fingers to the silver clips in her hair opal hair, tied up in a multitude of braids. They'd been married already through a proxy to move things along - The duchy needed money and her father had wanted his ties, there was no time to wait for a proper marriage. Adalia took another deep breath, unable to stall any longer. Atras had been wandering after the carriage, looking a little thinner after the journey. Hopefully he could fatten up here.

Finally, she opened the carriage door and stepped out and she was quite the vision.

First impressions were everything and she was done up to the tens. Green eyes were a stark contrast to her pale skin and opal hair, done up with silver clips with chips of jade and other precious gems. The dress was extravagant, the neck closed off and part of a shrug that went to her wrists, hands covered by gloves. The dress was strapless and was tight around her bust, the fabric to the ground covering her feet and a few feet of iridescent fabric trailing behind her, high heels making clicking noises against the ground. Obviously too dressed up and Adalia felt, well, stupid.

This was a silent challenge. A quiet confirmation of just who she was. The wealth she came from. The status she had as... Well, she was just a Serenian noble. Adalia made sure her arms were covered, careful not to show the burns, careful not to not look beyond amazing.

A delivered wife. Bride. Whatever.

Shifting her stance, she looked over her shoulder to the guards and footmen, Connlaothian all of them. All... So... The same looking. Adalia felt like a fish out of water here and she stayed by the carriage while someone went in to announce her. Deep breath. Supposedly her new husbands name was Edward. He'd been married before. Had a daughter. Her gloved hands smoothed over her dress and she stood up, shoulders back, and tried to look... Ethereal.

Tried to look Serenian.

And also tried not to puke because she was sure that was going to happen pretty soon if her nerves got anymore raw.

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The Kulshedra are a digitigrade bipedal species with a fat tail for balance, distantly related to both humans and, perhaps, dragons. While they can appear human they're different enough by appearance that they would be unable to be mistaken for either.



Kulshedra are a matriarchal society and they live in small tribes all over the land. They are led by an Elder ( appropriately named because they are the eldest ) and their place within the tribe is decided by the colour of their scales. The more common the colour, the more common the role in the tribe. They worship the First Fire and should that go out all is lost. ( but not really 'cause it's just a fire ) They are also very superstitious and very traditional.


Age
Kulshedra can live to be about 300. They reach sexual maturity at about 30 and they reach their peak physical maturity at about 100-150, they visibly grow older from 170 and on. Their scales get harder and they do general old people things. Like shrink. But not actually.

Colours
They can be all colours. The common colours are shades of yellow, blue and red. These individuals are given the common jobs. Guards, Farmers. Trackers. Caretakers. The more unique colours are treated differently, being more desirable to the eye and thus, more desirable to the Fire. The more unique the colour of the scales the more desirable as a mate or to fill a job in the tribe. The more 'rare' colours are white and black, and mixes of colours - purple, teal, green, pink and so on.

Roles
Beside's the elder there are numerous roles towards the care taking of the Fire. It depends on the tribe whether there is a shaman or a priestess. Perhaps a single Watcher. One tribe could watch the fire in shifts twenty-four hours a day and another could have a single person whose life is devoted to keeping it burning.

Names
When a Kulshedra is born they are given a title. This title will be their designated calling. It usually refers to the colour of their scales. A red Kulshedra would be Ruby, Red, Garnet, Scarlet, so on and so forth. These are all titles and should they prove themselves, either by having young or coming home with a kill from a fight, something worthy of note, they gain a true name. The true name is usually something the parents or Elder enjoy the sound of, they are then referred to by that name. Being born a unique colour is warrant for a name because they are destined for great things.

The Fire
A common belief through all tribes of Kulshedra is the Fire. Superstitious as a whole, they believe that the common fire among them came from The First Flame. Given to dragons from the heavens, and given to them from the dragons, they separated it and believe that as long as least one tribe has a piece of this fire burning the world is safe from darkness. As such, should the tribe's fire go out, it's a heavy cost to take fire from another tribe. There is also rivalry between some, believing that there is one true Fire and go to great lengths to extinguish all others.


As a race that value's strength, size and appearance the Kulshedra are... Large. Please note, these are not concrete and they come in all shapes or sizes. These numbers are just a kinda... Average and what would be deemed 'desirable'. (though none of y'alls have to think that)

General All
Height: 5'8" - 6'7"
Scale Colours: Most Common is Yellow, Red and Blue. Variances of these colours are still counted as these colours. A sky blue is still blue, pink is still red and a soft pastel yellow is still yellow. These are considered more beautiful ( to some ) but they are still those base colours. The more uncommon colours are mixes of these and finally, incomplete mixes ( Opals for instance ) black and whites.

Commonly, the scales rest on their cheeks or cheekbones, along their forehead, their neck and at the base, right in the collar bone is a 'gem'. It, however is not a gem, but an interesting cluster of scales. It's deep rooted and to remove it is usually a death sentence because the one it was removed from would bleed out. The scales are along their back, rib cage and belly, the outside of their thighs and finally, along their legs to their strange clawed feet.

There are many variables for the rest of their appearance. Commonly, their hair is black streaked with their scale colour though occasionally it is entirely one or the other. Depending on how bright or dark their gem is, they can have varying shades of hair, from brown to white. An opal would usually have white hair, versus another that would commonly have black or brown hair. The eye colours range from yellow to blue, with blue being very uncommon and either a sign of good or bad, depending on the tribe.

Spikes, the occasional fin and spots are odd but not weird.

General Males
Roles: Guards, Warriors, Trackers. (though not always)
The males are greater in number than females to a degree, being about 65% more of the population in most tribes.
They are bigger than the females (mostly) , their ears are a little smaller and aside from the front teeth which are smooth, their mouths are generally full of razor sharp chompers. They are hunters and protectors. Their sense of smell is heightened and they can track for miles. They are also the soldiers because there are more and thus, are little more expendable.
A key note to them is they are capable of opening their mouth not unlike a snake, they do not eat like this ( though they probably try ) and mostly use it to hunt larger prey to bite down on a delicate place like a neck.

General Females
Roles: Farmers, Guards, Weavers. (again, not always)
The only major difference between the sexes is that females have larger ears. They are mammals and give birth to life young. A female with the snake-like-jaw-mouth thing is more rare, it requires the right cocktail of recessive genes and thus, does not show up often.


Height: 6'0- 6'8"

Kulshedra men are big. They were bred to protect and fight and hunt. The males, while not aggressive to each other physically, do have a hierarchy of their own and some are more 'alpha' than others. They are allowed to fight ( as deemed by the Elder ) but are not allowed to draw blood. The sight of blood on another of your brethren is a sign that you cannot control yourself and are unable to lead.

Most males have a heightened sense of smell, being able to scent things and follow. They are good trackers and quick on their feet. Quick to pounce. Quick to kill (unless of course they were following a wandering lost child or something).

Sometimes, the males become very attached to a scent of another to the point of being unable to live without it. There is no word for this because it is discouraged from happening in most tribes, being seen as selfish and wrong. They do not live for themselves but for the whole tribe and if a male is allowed to live exclusively with another, it may create jealousy. They can ignore it and only become attached if they let themselves be. They would have to want it to let it happen to them.

When it comes to a females 'mating season', the males wait for dusk for her to choose one of them. If fighting begins they are punished. If they coerce or force during the Choosing, they are punished. She makes her choice and they move on until she makes her second choice, and so on.

The scent doesn't drive them mad with lust, its just a simple indicator that the female is capable of holding young safely.


Height: 5'6-6'3"

The females run the town. While they are not the biggest and most can't open their mouths overly wide to bite things and people that bother them. The Elder is always the eldest female and they gain a few more privileges. The thing they do not do often is leave the tribe to fight - they are deemed more useful because they can carry young and keeping the tribe alive to keep the Fire alive is an important duty that only them and their baby-making ways are capable of continuing on.

However for both male and female, fertility is very low. The females ovulate about as frequently as once a year to as infrequently as once every five. It lasts about two weeks and aside from a slight change in scent, there is no physical difference in her. She does not go crazy with lust but is encouraged to take different partners in order to beget a child to keep the Fire of the Future alive. More often than not this does nothing.

Females run the tribe. They give people jobs to do and along with the recent fathers, rear the children. They portion food, tend the Fire, assign jobs.


The average birthrate is maybe two or three children a year or so.

When she is not 'viable', she can still become pregnant. However, the two week window is when it's healthy and safe for her to become pregnant. 'Out of season' pregnancies are dangerous and while not frowned upon, are discouraged because it only puts mother and child in danger.

Should a female have many partners during her two week window, they can tell who the father is by scent, even in the womb as soon as a few weeks after conception. When the child is born, both parents raise it for a time, though the birth of a child is joyous occasion and everyone has a hand in raising them. Children are a give from Heaven's Fire and are well loved... They're almost more well loved if they're uniquely coloured.

TL;DR: Being selfish is bad for the group and you get more stuff if you're pretty 'cause they're all shallow.


A healthy pregnancy occurs during the two (or so) week 'season' that begins sometime after reaching sexual maturity ( around the age of 30 ) and it happens between once a year to once every five years.  The odds are very low but it's during this 'season' that the females body is prepared to nurture young. Should a child be produced, she is then pregnant for 19-23 months, growth is slow but these are hardy pregnancies and it's very rare for them to end in miscarriages or still births.

A female Kulshedra can expect to show very little for the first 75% of the pregnancy. She's given a special diet and checked on daily ( usually by tribe members), the father of the young is expected to help the mother in all things - Even childbirth. The elder is present for every birth and the midwife is usually the 'second' elder - or the one that is second eldest in age.

An unhealthy pregnancy, or 'out of season' one occurs outside of the two week season. These are usually always unintended and always dangerous. Instead of the lengthy time period for a healthy one it's cut down to a short 9 to 12 months. This is hard on the mother's body, needing almost constant bed rest - which is difficult for a nomadic tribe - and usually a much larger amount of food. The child is born small and weak, having not had the full time to grow - or being forced to mature too quickly in the womb. These pregnancies are considered selfish, it takes a heavy toll on all members of the tribe and the child is born weak and these ones tend not to live.

Of course, should they live, they are loved as well as any other.

As adults, these children are a little more obvious. They're shorter and slimmer than average.


For the first few years of the childs life, a female and her chosen are permitted to share a living space to raise the child for the first year or two of its life. Both parents are expected to rear the child and while the whole community plays a part in raising them, the parents are the main caregivers. As the child grows, they are taught most basic things from everyone, but as maturity happens, depending on their colour, they branch off and away to their designated role.

If a violet child has an orange mother and a blue father, the child will be taught their role by neither parent. They will have a mentor who is the same colour, because that is the role they were made for.



Fires Night
The longest day of the year. No matter where Kulshedra live, they recognize this day as the day they were given Heaven's Fire. It is, basically, a big ol' party. The first part is The Dance, The Song and then The Greeting to Fire. And then it's party time. This is also the night they recognize the Tribesmen and women who've earned their name throughout the year. 

The Choosing
When a female Kulshedra is in her season, the Choosing is... Well, quite literal. At dusk, after the first or second day she begins her season, she makes a hut comfortable and, well. Starts to choose her boyos. This also is because she chooses to. Sometimes, not all the time, she can keep the same male with her for the whole time. This is usually discouraged unless a viable pregnancy had occurred before and doubly discouraged if she is of a high rank and a rare colour.

Deciding not to partake in this is seen as selfish and curious - why wouldn't you want to honor the Fire with new life? - but it's honored.

Name Day
When a Kulshedra does something noteworthy within the tribe they gain their True Name. This name is chosen by the Elder and some input is given by the parents... Sometimes the name has meaning, sometimes it's just a word they associate with the named and... Sometimes it's just a pretty sounding word. This, sometimes, ends up with some pretty silly out of context names.
'Something noteworthy'  includes
- Having a Child
- Saving a tribesmember
- being born pretty ( Opal, for example )
-... Sooomething noteworthy.
- because also stealing from another tribe is noteworthy.
- So this is mostly up to you

8D Mooooore eventually. Probably some sort of gift day. or something



Kulshedra in a tribe are not monogamous. Of course, this changes from tribe to tribe but the base personalities of both sexes make monogamous relationships for them violent ( don't forget, they are lethal scaled creatures, as civilized as they appear they are still part animal). They are possessive instinctual creatures when things are theirs and as such, monogamy is discouraged because it has always lead to infighting.

For instant, a female see's another female talking with Her male or female. She, overcome with possessive jealous rage, would attack the other female or try to display dominance in an angry violent manner - Only one of these two would get in trouble for this and it would be the attacker.

One of the greatest sins to Kulshedra - Besides anything to do with the Fire - is fighting with your tribemates. It creates distrust and anger.

When they are not in a tribe ( either outcasted, exiled or they simply ran away ) most of them try to find a new 'family.' Without the laws of the tribe to govern them, usually, they form strong bonds with few people.


They have, at base, two genders, Male or Female. Of course, as with any living creatures, things can go different inside the womb and sometimes things are a little muddled. An intersex child would be treated as any other, and allowed to live as they choose. Usually, the Elder oversees their growth the most - for they are the eldest and most wise. Usually they live their life without issue from other Kulshedra - for they are family and they are loved.

Should the child be born with regular genitalia, a female for instance, but decide to be a male, when he displays seasons he is given a choice of doing his duty to the Fire by bearing children ( which is a heavy request, for the Fire is their most treasured loved one). He may decline - the tribe has had many years to accept that could be an answer and it is not pushed. Usually. The same goes for males that are actually females, they may choose to be Chosen - though the request is not as heavy on them, as, while they help carry on the Fire, they aren't going to be full of baby for like... Two years. Potentially.

All laws apply to these Kulshedra as well, they are not treated any differently.

They have no form of external changes aside from, perhaps, removing breasts from the males that do not want them - though this is dangerous and most just make do with tight bindings.


Though rare, magic does sometimes show up in them. This is the only thing that sets them apart from their colour. However, it's mostly light coloured Kulshedra that can perform such feats. Most of the Kulshedra tribes were once around fell and the curse affected mages, as such, the magic in their blood died a long time ago and it pops up as a sort of strange blip. There's no rhyme or reason to it. Mostly, it's fire related, though hardly useful. Kulshedra do not make powerful mages for the most part - usually having no one to teach them in the tribe.

Psychic abilities are just as rare and just as venerated. Fire Seers are desired in all tribes, while mages are usually Fire Keepers. (Ones who tend the fire) no matter the colour.


The Girls.  6
Minala The Opal
Beryl The Turquoise
Ruby The Red
Sand The Sand
Azalea The Pink
Lavender The Uhhh. Purple? Kinda?


The Boys   9
Matada The Indigo
Red The Red
Sapphire The Blue
Kartok The Teal
Roland The Topaz
Citrine The Citrine
Blue The Sapphire
Slate The Slate
Raze The Amythest

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Deep breaths.

All he could hear was the ocean.

They were no where near the ocean and he'd never actually heard it, but his father had been there once and told him the sound of the wind in the trees kind of sounded like that. So, Red ducked his head down, had his eyes closed and waited to leave. It was Tradition. Carrying on the clan was a great honor and Red knew that he was only here because he had to be. All potential mates to the current female were put on display for choosing.

She would choose a few, use them for the next few weeks and then carry on. Sometimes there would be a child but... More often than not, there would be nothing, and things would carry on as normal until it happened again. Red was never chosen - he never wanted to be. This time though, he glanced to the hut. The designated hut for... Couples. Red took a deep breath, hating how his chest lurched and bile rose up his throat.

Of course he'd seen her. Minala. The Opal. The chosen to guide the words of Fire.

Red had guarded her door on more than one occasion.

It pained him because he knew that he would not be chosen. Still, when she exited the hut - he knew she had been making in comfortable, it was going to be her home for the next few weeks. There were very few of these huts, meant to promote fertility and strong children, promote... Red looked up and away, dwarfed by the other males. Most of them common colours. Reds, blues. There was a purple who looked buff and kind of scary. He'd be picked.

The Opal was desirable and he knew these males had spoken to her before.

Where as he had simply made  eye contact before quickly looking away. Even if he was chosen... Red stained the flesh by his scales, he wasn't even sure what to do anyway. So, he closed his eyes, listened to the ocean of trees and tried not to think about it. The sounds were drowned out until everything was over, things were chosen and he'd have to guard the hut and listen to... Eugh.

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Name Red
Age Young Adult, 40, maybe.
Gender Male
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Ruby
Height 5'11"
Occupation  Guard
Residence Mountains around Fell.

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Physical Description   Red is smaller than most males, he's lithe limbed, slim. He's not built for battle with other males and perhaps the only attractive thing about him are his bright blue eyes, a rarity amount his kind.  While his scales are a brilliant red, they're common and he is small.

Personality   Quiet and shy, Red hasn't ever really gotten a chance to grow as a person beyond his job. Which is to Guard. Mostly he Guards the Elder because he is easily ignored and very quiet.

Magic/Abilities

Quiet and sneaky. He has no magic but he can fight well enough to protect someones life.

Relationships

History

Born to parents to bolster numbers, Red was raised by his father to do what he does. Guard.  His life has revolved around this. Of course he's noticed the women of his village, the named Opal draws at ways he knows are inappropriate, but he is small and insignificant.  Red simply hopes to one day have a child of his own to care for though he knows it's a small chance. His goals aren't grand, but they keep him grounded and his eyes away from the person he desires most.

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Name Roland Topaz
Age 88
Gender Male
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Topaz
Height 6'5"
Occupation Mercenary
Residence  Everywhere.

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Physical Description Roland is a giant man. For the most part he looks human except for a few key features. His ears, instead of rounded, are fleshy, moveable and scaled. His eyes are a deep reddy-orange and he's the keeper of a strange seam from his lips to his ears - he can, in fact, open his mouth quite wide though, unless he's trying to scare someone away, he's grown out doing it. He has golden skin and along his forehead and cheeks, down his neck and in various places of his body are scales.  On his chest is a 'gem' of sorts, it has no purpose and is simply a 'thing' his species is born with not unlike a belly-button ( which he also has).

Along the left side of his face are four scars, the fifth being a chunk from his ear.


Personality  Roland has always had a bit if a problem with authority. Which is why he is no longer Topaz. He is however, stubborn, a little serious and quick to learn.

Magic/Abilities He's big and strong and can smack people with his tail should he choose to.

Relationships

History
Born to a northern clan of Kulshedra, Roland - then Topaz, was a simple warrior. Like most of his colour, they were made to fight and it wasn't so long ago that he simple grew tired of it. Very rarely do they venture away from their home to trade, but the winter had been harsh on them and they'd taken to trade for food. The fall had taken his young and its mother from him. It had been unable to be born and had taken its life and its mothers with it. Topaz was to blame, the young had been his and he knew that was as good as a life sentence of loneliness.

It was on a trading route, guarding his peoples caravan that he'd found a human settlement and simply stayed, never to return to his clan. It was by choice and he didn't regret it.

This all occurred about fifteen years ago. The memories still make him sad sometimes, but he'd adapted well enough to life with humans. The clothing was odd and he'd never taken to wearing shoes - he could ride horses to a degree but it was awkward with his tail. Despite that, he was good with weapons and rather intimidating looking, and has been a sellsword for as many years as he's been away. Taking simple guard jobs while he slowly figured out his purpose in life. If he had one.

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Today was lesson day.

Rather, today was supposed to be lesson day. More politics. Always politics.

There was always lessons to be learned but... Today felt like a Jump Out A Window and Annoy Whiro Day. The dragon, black, the size of a small horse and sleeping 85% of the day-Dragon was, as he always was, probably sleeping. The teacher's came to her through the day, into the little study just beside her bedroom down the Royal wing. The lady-in-waiting stood by the door and gave Seiteki a look to which she just grinned at. The eyeroll was telling but she kept quiet and looked away.

That way she could pretend she didn't see anything.

Quickly, she changed from the prim and proper dress into the recruit uniform she begged for and had customized for her wings. One last moment to beg the lady-in-waiting to do up the buttons around her wings and she shuffled into her room, moving to a window and glancing back. Again, being ignored so the woman could play dumb. Seiteki grinned widely, quickly pulled her hair over her ears and tied it back into a messy bun on top of her head.

The Royal Wing was one of the more opulent towers and Seiteki wasn't too far from the ground. Once the window was pushed open, she stood in the window and gave her wings a few moments, opening them wide, careful not to hit anything, flexing, warming up the muscles. More and more she looked like her mother, the only difference was Tarlaka never really wore this uniform.

Deep breaths.

And go.

Seiteki launched herself from the window, wings spread wide to catch the wind. It was easiest to just glide and there she was, heading to the ground. Eyes on the prize and ready to make a smooth landing. The gust of wind, however, caught her off guard and pushed her right into a tree and with a little yelp and gasp, she had her wings splayed awkwardly over branches and one wrong move had a weak branch snap and she was stuck upside down, wing tangled between some branches and her legs bend awkwardly.

A grunt and she moved to pull her wing. A wince, her flight feathers were tangled every which way. "uuuh," She looked around, "Hello?" Was there anyone around? Another tug of her wing and a sharp cry of pain though it was quickly stifled. "Hello?" she barked again, moving to curl herself up slightly to pull at the feathers carefully, "Hey!" She looked at the shadow in the distance, "You should climb up here and untangle my feathers. I got pushed into a tree by nature!" And she grumbled and tried to reach the feathers again, to no avail.

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Name Fenrissaran
Age Looks to be in his mid-twenties to early thirties
Gender Male by Choice
Species  Lunar Spirit
Ethnicity Currently? Serenian
Height between 5'9-6'2" depending on how tall he feels like being.
Occupation Enforcer
Residence Everywhere and Anywhere.

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Physical Description

For the most part he looks like a perfectly normal blue haired male. His eyes are a lovely sunset, a swirl of oranges, yellows, pinks and reds. His skin is a beige not uncommon in his current location of choice and he's got five fingers, five toes. However, when he's emotionally distressed, whether that be in a good way or bad, his... Native features pop out. He gains a pair of large white rabbit ears and while he thinks he's good looking no matter which way he's presented, they are a hindrance to his undercover situation.

Personality
Takes what he wants. Does what he wants. Has no sense of there being repercussions and no sense of what he does might be bad of harm others. This can lead to bad situations. For other people, Fenrissaran is fine with whatever. Pretty chill dude.

Magic/Abilities
He can shapeshift at will, though, he's forgetful and if he does that too much he forgets his 'favourite' so... He tries to stick to one look at a time.

Relationships

History

He's on the hunt for a felon! A bad bad man that did bad bad things. Or something. Or he was. Now he's kinda just curious about this weird backwards place.

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Name Adelaide Rien
Age 27
Gender female
Species human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'4"
Occupation Confessor and Templar
Residence Usually churches.

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Physical Description
Adelaide has a quiet grace to her. An attractive aura that draws people to her arms. A square jaw, straight nose and wide blue eyes add to an innocent look about her and her long rope of golden hair only compliments it. Fit from years of training, Adelaide still retains a rather voluptuous form with an hour glass figure though, this is usually covered by a uniform.

Personality
Generally, she's as gentle as a lamb, naive and innocent but has a nasty temper and detests not being listened to. Also she's always right. No matter what. Always.


Magic/Abilities
Has the usual confessor abilities, such as the ability to strip a mage of it's magic (and sometimes leave them a husk in the process) Adelaide is drawn to the holier abilities available to her. Despite her young age she is talented in channeling His Will.

She is also a talented fighter and can hold her own against an opponent should things come to that.


Relationships
Mother and Father are deceased
Leah - Leah is Adelaides younger sister. Parted for good ten years ago at the beginning of the mage camps, she'd been given up for dead.

History

Growing up in a mage village, Adelaide was not given such talents. Though she had talents in other things, they were not magic but a blessing from God. Her parents, seeing her as having a gift from God, brought her to the nearest church so she could, perhaps, bolster her ability. The tender age of ten, Adelaide grew up at the church, praying until her knees bruised. Her abilities caught the attention of a Templar passing through.

However, Adelaide was distraught to discover that her abilities for curing and healing were not gifts from God but the product of magic. The Templar was a kindly man and through a Confession, stripped her of her mage powers and she became an ordinary woman. Devout and believing in His will, she turned herself over to the Templar, begging him to take her on as an apprentice. They grew close, almost a father figure.

It wasn't a surprise, when she was brought to the Order of St.Agratha - she had begged for it. The training was tough, but she was capable, she went through the motions and she grew up with a good head on her shoulders and a strong belief in herself and her God. She is, for the most part, naive to the ways of the world beyond what she herself has experienced ( 'bad' mages ) and what she's seen.

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I've made Elk and she's made it her life mission to kill mordecai and soldiers.

Aaand pretty much anyone. She's not really socialized.

Like... super not socialized.

Anyway. A wild mage in Connlaoth, if you're interested in a game of cat and mouse with my wee mage and her moose friend let me know <3 !

Edit: she also kills other mages. o: should thry be sympathetic to the crown. Shes just not a ... good person.

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It was absolutely pouring.

Friend was off somewhere doing Moose Things and Elk had the 'hood' of her pelt up. It was always a little difficult to see with the pelt over her head, the teeth from the wolf still intact. Sure that meant there was a skull there on her head but... It made her feel scary and powerful. Like a wolf. Ready to tear and rend flesh from bone. Lap up blood. Eat the meat.

Elk grabbed her long bow, strung it and made her way through the forest, her lone arrow held carefully in her hand. There had been a campfire not too far from here, and that usually meant soldiers. Usually. A few steps closer, a frown and she put the arrow between her teeth, slung the bow over her shoulder and shuffled along closer to the camp.

At the very least she could kill who ever was there by the covered fire. Take their food. Use their camp for the night. It was too much of a pain to carry a tent around, so, usually, she'd just borrow it and then leave it. Whom ever would find an abandoned camp and a corpse the next day.  Or month. There was one time she came across a camp she'd borrowed the following winter. Body picked clean by bugs and animals.

Elk had set the bones into a funny pose and left it.

Still, that wasn't here or now and she slowly slid her hand to the haft of her axe, sliding that out of the makeshift loop where it hung against her side. With no metal on her except for the weapons, which were padded by fur and fabric, Elk made very little sound except for the crunch of leaves and the snaps of twigs. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing would stick out among the popping of the camp fire.

Still, she took a careful breath.

"Are you a soldier?" She asked, voice steady, looking at the person - maybe there was one in the tent, too? Elk looked briefly at the person, arm back, axe ready to strike down. Though it wasn't raining, she wasn't hurting for cover and decided that, unless this person was a soldier, she wouldn't have to do anything drastic. So that was nice. Sorta. Still wet though and she could appreciate the attempt at keeping the fire dry with the cover they'd put over it.

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Name Elk Leah
Ageearly twenties ( she isn't too sure or bothered to keep track )
Gender Female
Species Human
Ethnicity Connlaothian
Height 5'2"
Occupation Professional (unpaid) Solider Killer.
Residence Whereever

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Physical Description
Elk is a wee thing. Malnutrition has kept her from being very tall and she's slim and lean muscles. Besides that, should she be cleaned up she could be called cute. A round face, big expressive periwinkle blue eyes, a mop of strawberry blonde hair cut at odd angles and tied back with a bandana that only does half it's job. Wearing layers of clothing, she's easily mistaken for a boy.

A few notable things she wears is a wolf pelt, head intact so she can wear it like a hood, and thick clothing she's either stolen or crafted. She takes what she can get and make use of it.

Her arms up to her elbows are covered in burns, the flesh red and smooth, this is due to her specific brand of magic.

Personality
Blunt. Having only been traveling around with a moose for most of her life since her parents were taken to mage camps, Elk hasn't really developed people skills. She says what she means and means what she says. She's kind to creatures and animals and, should she see fit, people. Distrusting and perhaps a little angry at the world, Elk feels no remorse for the lives she's taken.

Also very adaptable. She's quick to learn and a fast thinker and, despite having been alone for so long, she can be of quick biting wit.

Magic/Abilities
Elk, like her parents, is a mage.
Elk, unlike her parents, has a volatile self destructive magic - at least it was. A master of elements, Elk has an interesting magic. She can't manifest the actual product, like a fire ball or a ball of water, she can only control it. Create the product of it. Heat. To use water she has to draw it from somewhere. The hardest to use is of course, fire. She simply can super heat the air. 

Before she learned to control it, the heat would climb up her arms and bubble her skin, but her perseverance has either made her numb to the pain or, just maybe, she can control it after all. She simply doesn't fear it anymore. In the end, her magic is versatile and perhaps more useful than 'making a campfire' or 'setting a soldiers tent on fire'.

Her weapons are burnt and dark looking from her use of these magics and she's replaced them multiple times.

Elk is also a talented climber and sorta-acrobat. She fights dirty and quickly. She may not be able to go toe-to-toe with someone who has a giant shield and a sword, but she would be able to, perhaps, turn it in her favour. Heavy plate mail can be heated to dangerous degrees.

She's talented with knives, axes, daggers. Nothing too big or not 'intuitive' to how she lives except for the long bow. Elk is constantly making new longbows to use, them being simply too long to carry around with her. And, besides she wears no metal armor, she is capable of being very quiet and it makes for easily ending her targets.

Elk's treasured possessions are a few knifes she keeps on her person made of Friend's previous antlers after his mating season has ended. She does not heat these up, instead using them for simple murders.

Relationships
Friend - Friend is her 'pet' moose. While not herd animals, Friend was found by her after her parents were taken to the mage camps, and it was more like she wouldn't leave him. Friend is about 10 or 11, fully grown and depending on the time of year, has a large set of horns that she totally doesn't ever hang stuff on. As a wild animal who has grown up with her, he tolerates her presences but sometimes wanders off. Elk tracks him and sorta goes with him. Sometimes he listens.

Friend looks like an average brown moose, he's about 6'1 at the shoulders and she has to literally climb up him to ride him. Elk knows he simple tolerates her but sometimes, if she's gone too long, she can find him wandering around where they last were together.

History
When the mage camps became a real thing, Elk's parents were taken. Going by a different name then, her birth name she was young, Elk did have a happy childhood, not understanding just what was going on. In the name of the Grand Duke, they said. Of course, her parents expecting foul play, sent their daughter into the woods. Having grown up in a little village she'd been taught to hunt, to fish. How to survive in the wild should she ever accidentally wander too far.

All she really remembers from that night is fire. Their homes set ablaze just in case someone returned. It scared the animals. The soldiers were mean and Elk cemented that into her memory. Soldiers were bad. They killed. Which meant, in turn, they deserved to be killed. It was the day after that she found Friend, a long legged, knock kneed calf in the bushes. His mother's body having been killed in what cross fire there was and Elk coaxed him up and away.

Together, the calf and the child grew. Some times were hard. The first winter nearly killed them but they learned. Elk was a fast learner and it was the first spring after she'd killed her first soldier. Just on his lonesome. An insignia on his chest that she recognized. It was easy to press her hands to his face, make him scream, then burn his insides. Elk would never forget how it smelled - which is mostly why she switched to knives. and bows.

It wasn't giant raids. As they grew, Elk would pick off wayward soldiers. Set arrows on fire and shoot them into tents. In a way, she helped the stigma against mages but she didn't care. She had two of the only things she cared about in the world with her and the rest of it could burn. Now, very capable of living in the forest, she has a decent number of kills under her belt and all Elk wants is more.


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So.

Kairius, the heir to the dutchy of Folkvar is currently a bachelor.

He needs a raidy so he can make her a wife. Because politics are weird.

Of course, she needs to be noble, preferably of some standing. Maybe some sort of ... thing between the current duke (his uncle) and... someone else. For something. I dunno. Can he figured out later. : D


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Knife right into the gut.

Reinier grunted, palm pressed to the wound. As powerful as his magic's were he'd always been unable to grasp the healing branch of it. If magic were a grand tree, that would be the withered part of it. The leaves would be rotted and the branches dry and naught but kindling. Reinier closed his eyes against the wave of dizziness and cursed this fool mortal body. Why had he wanted one so badly again?

The blood soaked his hand and sleeve and he finally found the door.

Mostly he followed the aura.

The aura that spoke of the rotten part of his tree was in full bloom.

Of course, the tree was all a metaphor.

Reinier slammed his stupid fleshy Not Immortal fist against the door again.

"Open up," He called to the door, snarling with anger, "I am in need of your skills as a healer," He leaned heavily against the door, pressing against his gut. He was growing weak and cold and Reinier decided that, perhaps, he shouldn't try to fight someone with a knife with wits because clearly, the mans knight had been sharper.