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Please note: Mist is having some minor activity issues, what with the doom of internships and chores and such. And updates to Xohlia take precedent over roleplay, since only she can do them (that's why we have a roleplay leader now ^^). So, if you'd like to roleplay with her... well, please note that her replies may be few and far in between (twice per week, or so).
All charries on this page are 'played by Mist (star_of_midwinter), for Xohlia.
Solerion || Celestia || Aestris & Cerif || Theriisa || An'daroth || Rhaevyn || Ryuthel|| Past charries
name -- Solerion
gender -- Male
race -- Dragon (Xohlian)
age -- Young adult - 13 years.
magical affiliation -- Fire.
rank -- Wanderer
parents&siblings -- Unknown; he was separated from his family at a young age.
life partner -- Ocean (roleplayed by Fox, who is no longer in the guild).
offspring -- None.
appearance -- Brilliant golden scales, which shade to a lighter golden-cream along his underside and the undersides of his wing membranes; a golden crest, with dark gold ribs, that frames his head. When he's agitated, angry, or frightened, it raises stiffly to surround his face. His wings are on the short side and very wide, making him highly manuverable but a weaker long-distance flier. His black, inscrutable, almond-shaped eyes stand out in his face, ringed by his golden scales. Well muscled, but compactly built; he's on the smaller end of the size range, even though he isn't exactly small. His legs might be considered a bit stubby, especially when compared to his broad chest; his tail, like the rest of his body, is short and thick. Though he doesn't fit the traditional image of a handsome male (large, tall, and bristling with muscles) Solerion is fairly attractive in his own way. Well... better than average, at least.
personality -- With a first impression of bitter, sarcastic, and gloomy, Solerion doesn't always seem to be the type of dragon you want to know. He can also be rather cocky, overconfident, and domineering, much like any other young male. He's got a temper, and Solerion's mood often defaults to grumpy - making it that much easier to drive him into a rage; and he holds grudges rather more easily than he should. When he's infuriated, he's much more likely to fight verbally than physically, throwing out increasingly nasty comments; but don't tease him about his size or his fighting abilities, or you'll find out that he's a well-trained battler, size notwithstanding. It's the small ones that really have something to prove, after all.
Still, if you can get past your first impression, Solerion is revealed to be caring (if sometimes overly concerned), reasonably wise, and forever loyal to those he trusts; although he'd never admit to any of these qualities if asked about them. Although he usually acts cynical and snarky, Solerion does prefer to have company (even if he only interacts by fighting or insulting them... after all, what good is a sharp tongue if you don't have anyone to use it on?). And, despite all appearances to the contrary, by nature he's mostly an optimist -- just one who likes to complain. He's also mellowed quite a bit overall since he met his life-partner, Ocean. Solerion is a young adult, just fully maturing; this still reflects in his behavior at times, causing abrupt switches from cocky to awkward. He can be surprisingly suave on occasion, surprising even himself.
other -- Solerion is a talented fire mage, even among other Xohlian fire dragons, and an excellent flier, excelling in tricky aerial maneuvers. He still has a lingering hatred of many humans and elves; he was captured by them at one point, and sold to be used as a decorative guard-pet. Trapped, chained, and fed just enough to keep him alive, he was lucky enough to escape by using his own wits, and managed to take up his wild life once again.
name -- Celestia
gender -- Female
race -- Snow leopard
age -- Immortal. Celestia accepted her Guardianship at the age of nine -- about middle age for a snow leopard.
magical affiliation -- Ice
rank -- Guardian of Ice
parents&siblings -- She was the only survivor out of her litter, many centuries ago. Her parents, both normal snow leopards, were not granted guardian powers, so they have both long since gone to hunt in the stars.
life partner -- None; rather unlikely, as a Guardian... but Celestia isn't as emotionless as she'd like to believe.
offspring -- None.
appearance -- A smoky white coat, dappled extravagantly with black spots; the long, silky soft fur gleams in the light. Elegant and sleek, with powerful muscles hidden under her fur. Unusually large paws, even for a snow leopard, tipped with huge, deadly-sharp, silvery claws to match. Large, feathered wings sprout from her shoulderblades; they span the length of her body (and a bit more) when folded, and double in length when unfolded. They sport snow-white feathers, with a few black swirls along the edges. Her eyes shift from shade to shade of blue, changing hue just about every second; this is a quirk that came when she was granted her Guardianship. This trait often makes her eyes flash - literally - as they shift from one color to another. Their natural color is a sharp icy blue, though it's almost impossible to tell in the ever-changing palette of azure; perhaps her eyes cycle through that one shade a tiny bit more often. Her left ear is notched twice, a relic of some fight from her mortal days. Her long, spotted tail, tipped in a tuft of black fur, is almost never at rest - it's always twitching, or curling around her body, or simply held in a graceful arc. She prefers to roam the world in a half-materialized form: half here, and half in the Guardians' lunar realm. This means that she usually appears semi-transparent, and is intangible. She can still cast spells and be hit by magic, though.
Like the other Guardians, she chose a second form: that of a beautiful elf-maid, with raven black hair and alabaster skin (almost inhumanly pale), and angled, catlike eyes (complete with vertical iris) the blue of a cloudless summer sky. While in this form, she wears winter clothing at all time: usually a thick white cloak and white leather boots, both trimmed in snow leopard fur (not taken from any leopard, of course; Celestia simply likes having an extra reminder of her true self), over warm leggings, a linen blouse, and a fur-trimmed vest - all white. In summer, she can keep herself cool easily enough, with a touch of her own power; and at such times, a faint breath of cold air follows her wherever she goes.
When she roamed the earth in this form, centuries ago, she'd met another: handsome and joyous, always laughing and yet proud; like any elf, he had a lifespan of centuries. But in the end, he left her, left her for one who was mortal, one who would age as he did, albeit slowly. And Celestia swore off her second form, believing that walking among the mortals as one of their own would only bring heartbreak. Even now, she refuses to shift, thoughts of her second form long since buried with the pain it brought her.
personality -- One might expect the Guardian of ice to be a stogy, cold creature, frozen into a single rigid form with fixed habits. And, in some ways, Celestia fits that mold. One of the older Guardians, she is something of a stickler for rules and traditions. She isn't so closedminded as to refuse anything new - everything changes in its time, after all - but she may frown heavily on some of the more deviant proposals made by the younger Guardians. She's a bit slower to change, though she can (and will) acknowledge when she gets a bit out-of-date. Still, those who don't know her can find her stiff and disapproving - much like a stern maiden aunt who always means the best. With those younger than her (the mortals or the newest Guardians) she comes across as distant, and maybe even a bit condescending; though she doesn't mean to be so, she feels that this is the best way to keep her authority intact. Like any Guardian, she ultimately lives to serve the powers of good however she can; this is a heavy responsibility for her, and sometimes it wears her down until she's snappish and irritable.
It's hard for her to keep her spirits up after a long time alone and isolated (even if she unwittingly caused it by driving others away); she's mostly a loner, but she has sudden urges for company.
She can be surprisingly friendly, reassuring, and warm, thawing into a good friend and partner when she has a companion who she feels she can trust: someone who truly can understand her, without becoming too judgemental. These are usually other Guardians, but her encounters with them come far and few between - so, often, she forces herself to hold in her feelings, until they explode out of her at inopportune times. She's quite the romantic, though she would never admit it any longer; after her heartbreak so long ago, she buried this part of herself so deeply that she can hardly feel the spark that's left.
other -- Like any Guardian, Celestia cares deeply for her element -- in this case, ice and snow. She'll do whatever it takes to sustain her element, even feeding power from her own body into the world at times; but her mastery of such a changeable element as ice has given her a better-than-average sense of the need for balance. After all, the world would die if it was locked in permafrost - but it would also be ruined if all the ice became water, throwing the elements out of harmony.
Celestia, in an unusually carefree moment. Picture by axian of DA.
name -- Aestris Faelthyron
gender -- Female
race -- Faerie
age -- About thirty - the prime of life for a young adult fae.
magical affiliation -- None - unusually for a fae, Aestris is unable to channel magic and has no magical affiliation of any sort.
rank -- Huntress
parents&siblings -- She refuses to say; it may have something to do with her past.
life partner -- None.
offspring -- None.
appearance -- A slender faerie, agile and fit; Aestris stands about 8 inches tall, typical for her kind. She sports plain, reddish-brown hair (though she keeps it dyed that shade, hiding her true hair color); she has hazel eyes to match, often cold and pessimistic. Two translucent, crystalline wings sprout from her back, hard to see except for the prominent silvery veins and the silver dust that seems to cover them. Her skin's naturally pale, except for the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose, but its tanned by the elements. She prefers unadorned clothes: a loose linen shirt, plus a vest and breeches made of the woven plant-cloth the fae use so widely. She carries a thick cloak of the same material, but doesn't use it too often, used as she is to being out in all weathers. (To be continued.)
personality -- Taciturn. Introverted. Pessimist. More to come soon, hopefully.
other -- Aestris roams the world on her own quest, apparently seeking something or someone; but the taciturn faerie stays even more closemothed about her goal than usual. She doesn't care much for possessions, aside from what she can carry on her back, and isn't usually inclined to travel with others -- Cerif being the main exception. Since he annoyed her into 'letting' him travel with her, she's found herself growing fond of the young cat.
name -- Cerif
gender -- Male.
race -- Cat (winged).
age -- Nine months.
magical affiliation -- None.
rank -- Companion (to Aestris).
parents&siblings -- All lost, to him; he doesn't know if they survived being used for genetic testing by humans, but he doubts it.
life partner -- None.
offspring -- None.
appearance -- A young adult tabby, with brilliant red-gold fur that resembles autumn leaves. His coat is dappled with dark spots, giving him almost the look of a leopard (something he rather fancies). Cerif has wide golden eyes to match, marked with flecks of dark amber and light gold. His wings, magically grafted into his back when he was a kitten, now sprout seamlessly out of his shoulderblades; almost as if they were a natural extension of his body. Those feathery bird wings are the same warm, mixed, hue as the rest of his body, and mottled with the same spots; but unlike the rest of him, they seem full-grown and, as a consequence, a tad too big.
He's fairly rangy, having just hit his adult growth but not yet filled out his larger frame. Like any three-quarters-grown animal, he's rather clumsy at the moment as he tries to accustom himself to his new strength and size; the overlarge wings don't help, practically drowning his scrawny body when he folds them. He's grown a good deal since Aestris found him just a month or two ago, and he's bulking out quickly enough, but it'll be a while yet before he truly becomes an adult.
personality -- Naive and trusting might well be the best way to describe this young feline. Always optimistic, usually cheerful, and often unaware of danger, he likes to see the good in every being. He's inquisitive, always poking his nose into things that don't concern him; and he's needed to be rescued from problems of his own making more than once. He's still rather skittish around humans (especially those wearing white clothing), though his essentially forgiving nature and short memory mean that he's more and more willing to meet humankind in general -- especially any who can be coerced into petting him. Cerif doesn't bear the slightest hint of malice and is, as a general rule, liked for his winning and open nature... but he just might be a bit too innocent for this time of war. If nothing else, he's got an faint but unmistakable air of adolescent cockiness that he isn't aware of; and he tends to see things much too simply, in pure black and white. Add to that a distressing tendency to open his mouth at the wrong time, plus his inability to keep his nose out of others' affairs, and he usually ends up shoving his foot right into it.
other -- Since Aestris rescued him from a genetic testing lab in Tenebris, Cerif has chosen to follow the fae around. Now, he acts as mount and packhorse both, willingly ferrying Aestris and her bags around as they journey together. He's incredibly fond of the dour faerie, and never seems put off, even when she snaps at him.
name -- Theriisa (Ther-I-sa, Theri for short)
gender -- Female.
race -- Elven. Half Nairevan elf, half Xohlian elf.
age -- 107 years.
magical affiliation -- Arcane. Theri also has the ability to wield blood magic, thanks to her time in the demon dimension.
rank -- She was once a rising, powerful mage in the demon dimension, an acolyte of Xo'atheryn. Now, she is just an outcast wandering Xohlia and trying to find her own path.
parents&siblings -- Leisara, Xohlian elf, mother; S'thakar, Demon elf, father.
life partner -- None.
offspring -- None.
appearance -- A slim demoness, whose appearance is rather unusual due to her mixed heritage.
personality -- Coming soon!
other -- Coming soon!
Theri, in full ceremonial dress and wielding her newfound arcane powers. Normally, she sticks with a simple linen robe, usually in lilac, white, or light blue. The golden rings on her horns and the ruby forehead pendant are ceremonal jewelry, as well - she usually only has two simple, plain golden bands on her tail.
Awesome, perfect picture found by Val. Credit to wherever she found it, of course ;3.
name -- An'daroth
gender -- Male
race -- Greater elemental
age -- Several centuries; he doesn't like to say, exactly.
magical affiliation -- Fire.
rank -- Wanderer.
parents&siblings -- Unknown - he likes to keep his past mysterious, to add to his own sense of drama.
life partner -- None.
offspring -- None...yet.
appearance -- Unusually for an greater elemental, An'daroth has the physical form of a horse. A sleek ebony coat, darker than the night itself - a brilliant, firey mane and tail, glowing like the bloody rays of the setting sun; these are, perhaps, the first things one would notice about him. This proud stallion is powerfully built, and he somehow manages to appear larger than life. He resembles an Arabian in some ways (his distinctive head shape, the compact body, the high-set tail), but he is powerful and well-muscled, perhaps more like a warmblood than a pure-bred Arabian. His eyes, like the rest of his sable body, are a deep black, but seen from the right angles they seem to have a light trapped within, which flickers and glows like the fire he commands. His mane is composed of smaller flames, his tail of long flowing trails of fire; they both give off small sparks of flame, which glitter and flare before fading. His hooves, large and hard, resemble obsidian, and his hoofprints often glow for a second before fading. He's quite the handsome stallion, his ebony coat setting off his firey mane perfectly - and he knows it. An'daroth's rather vain, and he'll groom himself carefully after getting dirty (though he doesn't mind getting filthy, for whatever reason); he's almost always spotlessly clean.
personality -- An'daroth is dignified and noble, with a strong sense of pride; insult him in any way, and you'll soon feel his power first-hand. His lightning-quick temper, quick to flare but just as quick to die, has gotten him into more than a few scrapes. He's extremely quick to fight, often striking the first blow; but his temper is equally quick to die back down. If you bring it up in a day or two, he will most likely have forgotten he was ever angry at you. Mind you, true, deadly insults (especially to his family or friends) are likely to be something he bears for the rest of his long life.
He isn't all that old, for a fire elemental, but he's very skilled in the working of his element, one of the best in quite a few generations; furthermore, he's agile and strong, a brilliant fighter. This has made him rather cocky and just a bit too sure of himself, convinced that he's lord of the earth and deserves the best. He loves to fight, too -- not just sparring, but true life-or-death battles. He revels in the sheer physical perfection it requires, quick steps and powerful kicks and lightning-fast dodges; and the intense focus, which allows him to block out everything except for the battle of the moment; things that make him feel, for lack of a better word, purely alive. It's a dangerous, deadly dance, and it certainly doesn't hurt that he's so good at it.
Still, his sire and dam raised him well, and if you can get him to settle down and sober up, you'll find the makings of a great stallion underneath: a strong sense of justice, determination, willpower, and forever loyal to his friends... those few that worked their way through his burning temper and biting sarcasm, that is. He shows a lot of potential - who knows where he'll be in a few centuries?
other -- An'daroth's history is patchy and inconclusive, and maybe that's just how he likes it: without much of a history, he's a dramatic figure, appearing and disappearing as he wishes. Or, perhaps, he has something to hide? Only time will ever be able to tell. He travels as he wishes now, and there's just one fact definitively known about him: he loves to run, to feel the wind cooling his flame.
Unlike most elementals, his basic form clearly shows off his magical nature. He doesn't seem to have a pure elemental form despite his strong fire powers; if he did, it would most likely already have manifested. Like the rest of his kin, he speaks human and elven fluently, belying his animal form.
name -- Rhaevyn
gender -- Female
race -- Sunhawk (check the bestiary for details).
age -- Immortal.
magical affiliation -- Arcane.
rank -- Guardian of Arcane.
parents&siblings -- Long since gone. Rhaevyn thinks a distant version of her bloodline may still live on in some of the sunhawks currently soaring over the Plains; but they are relatives so far removed from her they might as well be from another race entirely.
life partner -- Even were she not a Guardian, Rhaevyn would never have considered taking one.
offspring -- None.
appearance -- Her sunhawk form isn't much different from any other sunhawk: about three feet tall when standing, with a seven-foot wingspan. Her dark brown feathers shade into a light cream-gold breastfeathers; her wingtips and striking crest are a brilliant gold. Golden streaks just under her eyes highlight unflinchingly sharp, metallic gold eyes.
Rhaevyn's chosen humanoid form is that of an avian, emphasizing her love of the air -- she couldn't stand to be without the power of flight. Her avian form stands just over six feet, with long fingers, longer legs, and the slender physique of any avian. She's allowed her chocolate-brown hair, usually pulled into a single tight braid, to reach down to the small of her back, and a single golden streak runs through the middle, evoking the crest every sunhawk bears. Her golden eyes are identical to those from her original form - a trait that makes her fierce gaze seems startlingly inhuman on second glance - and they're set under sharply angled eyebrows that only accentuate the raptorlike appearance of her thin face. Her prominent, high-set cheekbones are accented with golden tattoos that mimic the golden streaks set under her eyes in hawk form, though she's made these markings rather more elaborate: slim abstract swirls that curl along her cheekbones and then up, to frame the edges of her face around her eyes. Those golden tattoos can be found along the backs of both her arms, too, elegant swirls that actually start in the center of her back, between her shoulderblades, and run down to end on her wrists; but this set is usually hidden by her clothing. Her wings are a larger version of the wings she bears in hawk form: a dark brown that matches her hair, with dappled golden tips on the primary and secondary feathers. (To be elaborated on later.)
personality -- Introverted. Intelligent. Proud. (To be elaborated on later.)
other -- To be elaborated on later.
name -- Ryuthel Atharius
gender -- Male.
race -- Elf. (He insists that there's a touch of avian blood in there, too, from a few generations back; and if you let him, he'll try to "prove" it to you by wittering on about bone density and arcane magic for ages. It's usually easier just to accept what he claims.)
age -- 507 years.
magical affiliation -- Arcane.
rank -- Arcane mage and inventor. Ryuthel's not a particularly strong mage, especially not by the standards of elven arcane mages - his talent is trifling at best. However, he's created his own crazy brand of magic-powered alchemy which he uses to power mechanical devices that he creates (think steampunk, but driven by arcane magic instead of steam). He's got a talent for tinkering, and given the right materials and half an hour, he can whip up a small arcane-powered device to perform almost any task you want. (Whether these devices work for more than half an hour before falling apart - or possibly, exploding - is another story entirely.)
parents&siblings -- The Atharius family is a family of upper-middle-class shopkeepers, who own several herbal/alchemical shops in Tenebris and neighboring Querta.
life partner -- None.
offspring -- No legitimate ones. Ryuthel may or may not have an illegitimate child or two, but he seems loath to say, changing his answer every time someone asks.
appearance -- Ryuthel is of middling-tall height for an elf - nearly six feet, but he favors a hunched posture that makes him look rather scrawny. Overall, he has just begun to show signs of age -- fine wrinkles are gathering on his skin -- a sure proof that an elf is nearing the twilight of their long life. But Ryu's no respectable elder. To start with, he's spry, usually moving quickly and giving the sense that he's about to explode from uncontainable levels of enthusiasm and energy. His gangling movements often give onlookers the impression that he doesn't quite fit properly into his own body, or perhaps that his limbs are just an inch longer than they should be. His white-blond hair is so naturally light that it's hard to tell if it's begun to fade, and he keeps it (rather badly) cropped short, not quite shoulder length. He ties it into a loose queue; but he runs his fingers through his hair so often that it's usually sticking out at crazy angles, giving the elf a breathless, almost frantic appearance. His clothes don't help at all; they're made of good materials, but most of it doesn't fit very well, and it's all faded, stained, and badly-patched in the oddest places. To top things off, he's usually got smudges of alchemical powders all over himself and under his fingernails. In fact, for all his years, Ryuthel resembles an adolescent almost as much as he does an elder.
personality -- Simply put, Ryuthel's a genius, and he's never happier than when he's using that mind to create one new contraption or another. His lack of magical talent doesn't bother him much - he's always claimed he wouldn't have the patience for intense magical studies anyway, since he prefers to work more on the physical side of things. He's very much the optimist, often preferring to act so cheerful that he can seem naive or inconsiderate. Optimism is an important trait for any inventor, of course, along with determination (which he also has in plenty); but his irrepressible attitude can get on people's nerves. It's hard to hurt Ryu's feelings, even if you snap at or scold him. His cheerful attitude might almost be an impenetrable shield.
Don't be fooled, though; he's a pretty clear thinker and perfectly capable of analyzing situations or reading behavioral nuances, whether he seems to be paying attention or not. Ryu holds logic in the highest regard, and enjoys (unsurprisingly) mathematics and the study of physical principles. He can be very intense at times, especially if he's focusing all of his attention on a new device, but it's just as disconcerting when he turns all of his considerable focus on you. Luckily, that intensity is usually tempered by both his good humor and his excitement -- Ryu's almost always excited about something, be it anything from the inner workings of his newest trinket to the complex mechanisms of life itself. In fact, the elf's fascinated by almost everything, making him easily distracted; something that has prevented him from becoming truly expert in anything, as intelligent as he is. That doesn't bother him, though, not when he's already got (at the least) a rudimentary knowledge of virtually every science on Xohlia.
other -- Ryuthel travels with a hippogryph - so far as he knows, the only one on Xohlia - which he engineered himself from a draft horse and a eagle, scaled up to horse size. He threw in some deer antlers just for the sake of it (even though his hippogryph is female), and made the resulting construction dappled silver-gray, topped off with a brilliant, iridescent blue-green sheen. Her name is Bessie, and it's quite possible that only Ryu knows why. Ryuthel uses Bessie to carry not just his traveling gear, but also two enormous trunks (one filled with alchemical reagents, the other with all sorts of wire, bolts, and mechanical trinkets) and a flying carpet (one he didn't enchant himself, for a change, so it's actually quite reliable). She's enormously strong (she does have draft horse in her ancestry, after all, and those trunks are heavy) but quite placid, despite her fierce appearance; and she usually puts up well with Ryuthel and his quirks.
name -- Kael'thalas (Kael)
gender -- Female
race -- Half-thestral, Half (demon) horse
age -- Five years.
magical affiliation -- None.
rank -- Wanderer
parents&siblings -- Father: Demon horse, name unknown. Mother: Syn'thera, Thestral. Half-brother: Kael'theron, full-blooded thestral.
So far as Kael knows, all three are still alive and well in the demon dimension.
life partner -- None.
offspring -- None.
appearance -- Kael has a rather unusual appearance, thanks to her mixed blood. Like any thestral, she's a midnight black, from the tips of her bat-like wings to her jet hooves. However, when viewed from the right angles, her coat seems to have a ethereal silver gloss over it, not much stronger than a gleam of moonlight: a trait inherited from her sire's silver coloring. Her body is small and dainty, with the arched neck and powerful legs of a highly-bred racehorse; unlike that of most thestrals, it isn't skeletal, but filled out enough to resemble a horse's body (if rather on the thin side). Her pearly teeth are just slightly pointed, with two sharp fangs on her upper jaw, usually hidden. Her ebony mane and tail are long and silky, her tail just reaching down to the tops of her petite hooves. She has brilliant golden eyes with flecks of lighter gold scattered throughout, a color extremely rare amongst pure-bred thestrals. Her wings are both too large and too long for her small size, making it seem as though she has the wings of a larger thestral; while the effect is disconcerting at first, it somehow suits her. Strikingly graceful in all she does, she is a very fast runner and strong flier, poetry in motion as she soars. Her grace and agility, combined with her unusual eyes, make her a beautiful mare who turns heads wherever she goes.
personality -- On the surface, Kael is rather withdrawn (often appearing cold and rude) and extremely headstrong and self-reliant: a protective shell she developed after years of teasing over her ancestry. She's still sensitive to emotions of all sorts, though; but she tries to hide her softer side, since it makes her feel far too weak. Despite her attempts at toughness and ferocity, Kael would much rather run than fight - both literally and metaphorically. Indeed, thanks to her practically nonexistent self-esteem, she's spent most of her life running, fleeing from any and all of the issues she was never brave enough to confront. Her agility, combined with a solid dose of stamina, could make her a decent fighter; but she's completely unskilled in the arts of war, always preferring to run instead of stand. She acts proud, but often the indecisive mare longs for a mentor, an older being who could guide her. She doesn't like these aspects of herself at all, seeing them as weak, and often wishes she could truly be the brash, uncaring young mare she pretends to be... Surely, life would be a lot simpler that way?
She doesn't trust easily, but she values those friends she has. Kael'thalas isn't proud of the mixed blood that flows in her veins, and identifies much more strongly with her thestral side, both because of her outwards appearance and through her own choice, paradoxically; even though she hates the prejudice that the Xohlians direct against demons. She's strongly religious, and will defend her chosen god to any and all comers -- if only she could find such a god, that is. She's come to realize that she simply can't place her faith wholly in the demon gods, and she's now seeking another. Still, she admires those who can believe, of whatever race and creed they may be. Kael is rather prejudiced against horses, scorning the plainest of the equines, for she feels wronged by her sire.
Kael is just another mare striving to find her way in this world, and maybe even become a better being. She simply doesn't know how.
other -- Kael's sire was a proud silver stallion of the demon realm, gifted with intelligence for past services to his warlock master; her dam, Syn'thera, was an inky thestral. They were only together for a night or two... but it was enough. Enough to make a halfbreed, whom they christened Kael'thalas. Her father vanished with his master, never to be seen again by Syn'thera, who was left to raise Kael alone. Thanks to her father's magic-given intelligence, Kael grew to be intelligent, and fully sentient - unlike the unintelligent winged horses that the demons rode, also of mixed horse-thestral blood.
Kael never got along well with her mother, or the rest of the herd; she just looked too different, or acted too strangely, and she often got the feeling that they thought it would have been better if she had never existed. Beside, her mixed blood brought up far too many jokes and comparisons with the winged mounts. Fed up with the treatment she was getting, she left the safety of the thestral herd a good year ago, running away yet again; this time, from everything that she knew. The half-thestral has wandered ever since, desperately seeking a new life, and hoping against hope her new surroundings can somehow change her into the being she longs to be. Recently, her travels have led her to Xohlia; she is one of the few Nairevi who have crossed between the dimensions of their own will without planning harm to Azeria or its beings.
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