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Female x Female<br/>
Queen x Princess / Conqueror x Captured <br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><b>Name: </b>Nyra Rossier<br/>
<b>Title:</b> Queen<br/>
<b>Race:</b> Human<br/>
<b>Age: </b>29<br/>
<b>Description</b>: Nyra stands at five feet five inches. Her frame is lithe, her legs long for her height. She normally has a couple extra inches on her due to some sort of heeled shoe or boot. Her slate grey eyes seem to be made of steel. With the ability to cut someone down with just once glance. Her eyelashes are full, and as dark as her raven hair. She keeps the long locks tied up in a bun or braid during the day. Making it easier to do daily tasks. Her olive toned skin is nearly clear of blemish. Only having a small birthmark on her hip and on the inside of her wrist. She is surprisingly curvy for how well she is in battle.<br/>
<b>Personality: </b>Nyra is hard to read. Training herself never to react. As a child, it was an necessity. She was already too much of a disappointment. This led to a couple things. She learned to never take, to provide for herself. She learned how to channel herself into her work and goals alone. Masking herself from any ‘silly’ feelings. Nyra worked on her own strengths so she could be useful to her family. Try to be anyway.<br/>
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Nyra is known for many things. Mainly, being a cruel and ruthless conqueror with no mortality. Which, is kind of true. She wields a sword as it is part of her. She cuts down kingdom after kingdom— searching for her families assassins. Making sure that nobody else has to die the way they did. Little do people know, she is conscious about her attacks. She doesn’t kill the innocent towns folk. She tries to reduce casualty. Somewhere, under all the hate, she wants her people to like her. She just doesn’t know how.<br/>
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Her lifetime had been one long series of hiding her weaknesses, of being someone she wasn’t—<br/>
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Nyra is definitely someone who thinks things through. She can make quick decisions, yes. She prefers time to process. Tackling a problem from every angle before making a decision. She is extremely smart and spends her free time reading. Knowledge is power.<br/>
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When interacting with others. Her icy reputation is in full view. She has a mask of indifference. No sympathy. And definitely only cares about herself. Or so she wants everyone to think.<br/>
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Nyra has trust problems coming out her ears. She tests those around her. She makes sure nobody ever knows the full plan. Someone in her kinngdom aided her family’s killer. Nyra had no faith left in others. She had relied on herself her whole childhood, and she would continue doing so in her adult life.<br/>
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In a nutshell, Nyra is misunderstood not only by the everyone else, but herself as well.<br/>
<b>History: </b>Nyra was the youngest born into a palace of magic users. Her childhood consisted of just trying to keep up. She was always the last to know what was going on. They tried to tuck her away, ‘keep her safe’ and out of the public eye. Nyra occupied her time by reading, learning, and sneaking out to practice fighting.<br/>
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She always loved her family. They treated her well. She just knew she wasn’t enough. She could always feel the disappointment they had for her. She tried so hard to make up for it. She just couldn’t—-<br/>
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When she was twenty three her family was wiped out. A virus was released in the castle vent system, leaving behind a deadly disease. She watched her family slowly die. Until she was the last one.<br/>
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Nyra saw no problem with how her parents conducted their kingdom. She continued on just as strong. She conquered those around her. Now with the intention to show people that their magic had nothing to do with her families power. Nyra proves that the Rossier family wasn’t done.<br/>
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She began taking over other kingdoms, one by one— more than her family ever did. To prove a point. To avenge their deaths. Soon she garnered the name of ‘The War Queen’. Nyra embraced the title. What it stood for.</div>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><b>Name</b>: Arden Dinefaer<br/>
<b>Age: </b>Around 20-21, extremely young for an elf<br/>
<b>Physical Description:</b><br/>
I'm working kind of off of D&amp;D descriptions of various elf sub-species and I've decided that Arden is a Sun Elf. She is slightly shorter than the average human woman, around 5'3" tall, but she's a bit stockier than typical High Elves (by which I mean she's not waif-like). While she is no stranger to things like hiking, riding, and leisure activities in the outdoors, she is not especially muscular. She's not flat-chested, but her breasts are modestly sized -- though her wide hips and strong thighs tend to betray the expected elvish silhouette many other female elves sport. Her skin has a bronzed hue from spending copious amounts of time outdoors and her complexion is fairly clear. She has thick red hair which she typically wears in plaits twisted into buns or otherwise pinned up to stay out of the way. When her hair is down it is curly/wavy due both to natural texture and the fact that it's usually always twisted up and braided. Her eyes are usually coppery in color with a translucent quality to them, but while her magic is bound they fade to a more subdued hazel. Her facial features are fair, her youth showing in the soft angles of her jaw and cheeks.<br/>
<b>Personality:</b><br/>
Whether it is due to her privileged/noble upbringing or her prodigious connection with the magical energies of the earth, Arden tends to be impatient and impulsive -- traits which are not common among her people. Because she is so young her parents had always held hope that with time she'd settle down, but for the most part, she has shown no sign of enhancing her tolerance. Some of the sages have suggested that her temperament may be related to the chaotic qualities of nature and her strong ties to the Earth's magic. Her impulsivity leads to less planning and more thinking on her feet, which until recently has yielded successful (if messy) results. She is most at peace when surrounded by the elements -- basking in sunlight, walking through rain, running through ocean surf. These things bring a sort of calm to her internally that is the closest thing she's ever felt to the meditation monks and sages have tried to teach her. Now a captive to a powerful Warrior Queen, Arden is in a position where she feels obligated to be on her best behavior so as not to provoke further violence against her people, which is a responsibility she takes very seriously.<br/>
<b>History/Biography:</b><br/>
The only surviving daughter of King Ciaran and Queen Siobhan, Arden was born during one of the most violent storms in recent history. The queen was on her way back from a diplomatic trip to a neighboring country when the caravan had to make camp to try and wait out the storm. As the rain continued to pour a nearby river flooded and the camp had to be evacuated, forcing Queen Siobhan and her attendants out into the elements. The stress of the panic sent her into labor and Arden was born to thunder and lightning roaring overhead.<br/>
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As a child, Arden had 2 older siblings, a brother, and a sister, but was significantly younger than either of them. Arden was raised like any normal royal child would have been until around the age of 2 when she began to manifest magical abilities well above what ought to have been possible for her age. Where it is common for elves to possess some measure of magic, seeing as they are a magical race, the extent of magic has been limited to the point where magic must be called upon with incantations and spells, even by advanced users. Arden's connection with magic has always been more visceral and when she was being taught by the monks and sages about the history of the arcane she struggled to understand magical theory and 'natural' laws surrounding the limitations and uses of magic. Rather than being limited to influencing elements, Arden possesses the ability to <i>call</i> elements into being. What this means is that a typical mage would need to create a flame from flint and tinder, and then they could manipulate that flame to make it grow or shrink, to make it warm but not burn, or to turn it into a dangerous weapon. Arden, on the other hand, requires no flint or tinder but can pull elements from the ether to generate a flame of her own. <br/>
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Arden's brother, Doran, possessed a talent for magic but not to the same extent. By the time she was about 10 years old, she'd progressed to the point where they were contemporaries in their studies of magic. Doran was one of the only people capable of explaining to Arden the importance of study over practice and the need to have comprehension rather than just raw talent. A few years later Doran would be sent abroad as a diplomatic envoy, only to die of some unnamed disease while at his post. Not long afterward, the war came to the borders of the Sun Elf kingdom, and Arden's sister, Moira, acted as general on the battlefield in her father's place. She was injured during the final battle of the war and died of her wounds. Moira's death coincided with a surprise attack on the palace. Representatives of the invading force entered under a banner of peace talks, only to present Arden with a 'gift' that bound her magic and enough soldiers to subdue the palace guard. King Ciaran was forced to accept the Warrior Queen's terms of surrender, or else risk losing his only remaining child and the lives of countless others in his kingdom.</div>
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