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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u]

[INDENT]Aelana vos'nar Hagrovische[/INDENT]

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u]

[INDENT]Twenty-seven.[/INDENT]

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u]

[indent]Female[/indent]

[u][b]Transformation:[/b][/u]

[i]cuol' Balfur[/i]
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[indent][i]Origin of the cuol' Balfur[/i]: The incarnate of a wrathful spirit once thought to have been tempered by an ancient magic. Quelled, though only momentarily, by self-induced respite after being beckoned by a warlock who's vengeful aspirations consumed him though not before lying waste to an entire providence. The warlock's gnarled, decomposing flesh never was incinerated and as such the vessel this wraith took to not wholly deconstructed. Upon the lapse of many decades and the accompanying bloodshed of many creatures, both mythical and not, the wraith nourished by the passionate slaughter manifested itself into an undying beast with horrific fortitude. For centuries to come, it ravaged the lands and engorged itself in the wars initiated by humans; appearing in the trenches, shadows, and fallen foe at equally opportune moments. Relentless and indomitable it finally met its demise at the hands of a cadre of Fae and their [i]whispered[/i] employments whereupon it was suppressed and its magics sequestered. Being that no one found themselves capable or willing to handle the primordial magic it was disbanded and confined in the strongest bloodlines throughout the land. cuol' Balfur, a name carried by the bitter arctic winds throughout Byrn, is the visage of the wraith among the Yagdravir tribesman.

The Elder Fae were especially keen on using the Yagdravir tribe of the north to embody the greatest brunt of the wraith's energy; the land's ecological hostility and harsh climate birthed a heartiness in the indigenity and honed their faculties of survival to formidable repute. The first lineages who harbored the demon lived in constant degradation of the wrath that surged from within; their spirits tormented and their convictions abolished. They had neither friend nor adversary; attacking only in berserk and only ever for the purpose of bloodshed; beasts who were ultimately confronted with the option of lifelong confinement or euthanization conducted by the eigal himself. After years of hunting and murdering their own, morally exhausted and embittered, the Yagdravir approached the last of the northern Fae and in exchange for their eternal safeguard were granted a means to suppress the wraith's power by way of the Fae imbuing themselves into bodies of the afflicted. The symbiosis of these two spirits, both that of the Fae and the mortal man, existed as the only means to subdue cuol' Balfur's untempered promptings.[/indent]
 

[b][u]Personality:[/b][/u]

[indent]Years of behavioral rectification and affected social assimilation have created a woman who, with her most practiced manageability, constantly finds herself at odds with those she comes across. While perfectly capable of competence; it's a challenge for her to grasp the niceties of being socially conscious and considerate and more times than not people mistake her general indifference as pretension or condescension. Aelana conducts herself in constant recognition of the wrath that emanates from within and in spite of this has grown complacent and tempered in her ways. Often times she resigns herself to the role of an observant, never getting ahead of herself and only offering her word when it is resourceful or needed. Her play in politics is as unyielding as she a tactician; with her true martial application being on the battlefield where the wrath from within is sanctioned to come forth. In the heat of battle, where the wake of death and bloodshed drowns all and the paranoia of warfare grips men at their throats, she finds herself bolstered and her purpose assured.[/indent]

[b][u]Characteristics:[/b][/u]

[INDENT][i]Three Strengths[/i]

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[*]Years of experience have bred an invaluable fighter proficient in open-warfare and espionage.[/*]
[*]Capable of incredible feats of strength entirely incongruent with her stature and incomparable to any man she's ever met.[/*]
[*]While scholars would shun her for sheer lack of academic training, strategists would exploit her cleverness and pragmatism eagerly. She may not be able to cite the geometric relation of the stars but she can prosper greatly from limited resources and has a heightened understanding of mortal motivations and capabilities.[/*]
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[i]Three Weaknesses[/I]
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[*]The same magics that govern and permit the symbiosis within Aleana also work to prohibit her from a complete transformation. Though to some extent the barriers in place are permeable and from them the powers of Balfur do resonate resulting in a small permission of his manifested influence. Under instances of duress and exhaustion, she will assume certain physical traits that are not at all her own: eyes completely devoid of colour, claws and fangs, and an increase in the girth of her muscles but retain her overall human form. [/*]
[*]Social recluse, unsympathetic, disloyal, self-driven, guided largely by the promise of coin.[/*]
[*]Exploits her mortal condition as a means to avoid ordinance.[/*]
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[b][u]History:[/b][/u]
At birth it was already suspected that Aelana was to be the Harboress. The current one, prior to her conception, had lived long past the expectancy for their kind and relinquished her life for fear of meeting the same fate as those before her. The only way to be certain whom the next afflicted would be, was the occurrence of maternal mortality: it was believed that the soul of two was consumed in the forging of one and always resulted in the mother of the child losing her life. Plagued with a sudden and dire onset of malaise, her mother became exceedingly fearful that she was fated to birth a child who would only know pain and abhorrence. For fear of her daughter living a life of persecution and paranoia, Aelana's mother and kin fled from their village with hopes that she would find more promise for her and her offspring.

Idealistically, Aelana's mother would've managed to carve out a nondescript existence in some remote pocket of the land where the inhabitants were too removed from her own culture to understand the danger her daughter presented. But never fortunate are the optimists of the world; Aelana was either fortunate or burdened to discover this truth early on in her life. Moments into her birth, Aelana's mother found herself overcame by an all-consuming bout of exhaustion; her eyes closed and she slipped into the lifeless void almost pleading that the gods favored her enough to take her child with her. From her corpse, Gvad --Aelana's eldest brother-- carved the babe out of his mother's womb, and within the guts of the Great Forests of the North the bloodied and morally distraught children managed to elude their pursuers.

For some time thereafter, Gvad and his kin managed to endure by employing his very rudimentary understanding of survival and even at that they barely managed to sustain themselves. Rather fortuitously -- circumstances and conditions considered -- they were ambushed by a cadre of mage-slayers bearing the golden crests of the Whitewood Stronghold who had mistaken them initially as hybrids they were tracking. The Templars of Whitewood, while infamous for a number of things, weren't particularly known for their unprovoked generosity; however Ghandall, their leader, did sense something ineffably moving in Aelana and because of it convinced himself of a need to apprehend her.

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Thereupon the children were forcibly relocated to the the city of Whitewood; a forbidding construction of stately steel and stone sustained by the blood and ingenuity of its denizens and their primogenitors. Gvad, a young man by every standard save for his own and his standing more or less usurped by the state, was enlisted into the Wards of Whitewood guided by the promise that he and his sister would be Ghandall's sponsored. Ghandall was an illustriously draconian individual, though not unjustly so. He had quelled more tides of war than any man could claim and with the political backing of the king himself had engineered a state of soldiers that could combat the magical creatures of the land by employing their own magics against them. His fondness of Aelana was infinitely perplexing to his peers and a sentiment that Gvad found incredibly vexing; though he saw purpose in the girl and passionately sought to validify his faith in her by stirring the forces that lie in dormancy within her.

Aelana's upbringing was distinguished by rigorous martial applications and measures of training that flirted dangerously close to iniquity. As a girl she worked tiredly as a servant-hand in the militia's barracks; Ghandall's intention clear and simple: premature exposure to the lifestyle she would soon undertake. At the age of twelve she was enlisted into an institution of war and dedicated herself to the academia of war-waging, magic nullification, and battlefield stratagems. She had a natural propensity for the art of war but no considerable knack for applying magic in combat and while few questioned Ghandall's regard for her, the prowess she displayed and manner of fierceness she conducted herself in was irrefutably domineering. At the age of twenty-three she became the second-youngest Whitewood Templar, preceded only by Ghandall himself, and had established a remarkable reputation amongst her peers and those of noble stations.