Well, I made my character submission. Tell me what you think.

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[b]Name:[/b] Ciaran Caelum
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Kingdom:[/b] The Dragon Mountains
[b]Gemstone:[/b] [i]Mag’rithil[/i], the Stone of Earth

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Of all of Prince Edgard’s knights, there is none as fair as Ciaran. Her hair is described by bards to have the coloring of a succulent, ripe apple, worn by the lady-knight long and loose beyond her waist as a testament of her confidence in her skills. Songs are sung by how tall and slender she is, standing on equal ground with the others of the brave prince’s entourage. As pale as lovely moonlight with the smoothest of complexions, peasants and nobles alike vie for the hand of the virgin queen of the Dragon Mountains. Though those descriptions hold truth, reality is also much more different. There is no kindness in the lady’s eyes. Sharp and calculating, her golden eyes glimmer with cunning and ambition like the dragons of legend. Her lips, described by minstrels to be luscious but full of innocence, are almost always twisted into smirk or a false smile.

[b]Background:[/b]
There had once been a little girl who caught the attention of a king.

In an alley where street urchins lied were the breathing corpses of orphans. Dirty, starving, and without hope, their eyes stared at nothing, dead to the world, and each waited for the mercy oblivion would grant them. All of them wanted to die, all of them… except one. When the king appeared at the mouth of the alley, a little girl noticed only the fine linen of his clothes and the jingling of a heavy coin purse. She rose from among the dead, a knife in one hand, and threatened the king.

“A coin for bread for your life, your grace,” she spoke softly, but her eyes blazed with the intense ferocity of a million suns. Unlike those around her, she was no cadaver.

The king, despite the danger, laughed. “That is too cheap a price for a king.”

For his life, the king adopted the little girl, bringing her back to his castle. Thus the story of how Ciaran was brought into the royal household by King Armagen.

Under the patronage of the king, Ciaran flourished and thrived. She learned the comforts she never knew one could have, she learned how to administer the state, she learned how to fight and kill, but, most important of all, she learned ambition. Ciaran knew she could never become queen, and she resented Edgar for it. Edgar, the perfect prince. Edgar, the promised king. Edgar the Great.

Ciaran wanted more, but knew she could not have it.

She saw the opportunity to become more than she could be once madness was set upon the man that adopted her. With no regrets and hesitation, Ciaran was more than happy to join Edgar in war. She served the prince well, acting as both a strategist for his battles and a politician for when battles were fought with words. Perhaps some of her methods had been unsavory, but Ciaran followed a principle of pragmatism than one of honor.

Eventually, for all of her trouble, she was rewarded with the Earth Gem and the task of bringing order to the Dragon Mountains. With her newfound abilities and her famed skills, she brought the various warring tribes of the Dragon Mountains under her heel. There she founded her own house, Caelum, and crowned herself as the region’s Pendragon, a rank equivalent to that of a king.

Ciaran was content to spend the rest of her days building up her new kingdom into one of the most powerful force on the continent, but when she received word from Prince Edgar of a looming threat that needed to be dealt with, Ciaran reluctantly left the Dragon Mountains.

[b]Personality:[/b]
She holds herself to a strict standard, following a set of pragmatic principles that she rarely shares with others. Ciaran keeps a sharp mind that she uses alongside a silver tongue. Everything she does is with a purpose, and very rarely does she allow herself to act frivolously. Perhaps the only one that could truly say to know her and her intentions are Edgar who remains the only person she has shown some modicum of affection for. Ciaran has little regard for the other knights, acknowledging only their skills and how they could be of use to her. However, despite her seemingly arrogant nature, she does truly care for the well-being of her people and her background has made her partial to ensuring that nothing like starvation and poverty would plague her demesne.

[b]Fighting Skills:[/b]
Ciaran is a master warrior whose main armament is a spear. She is a great rider on account of her education and is proficient with a sword if she must. She has even begun developing her own new unique style of combat that utilizes hand-to-hand techniques working in tandem with her earth gem powers. However, for all of her abilities, her greatest strength lies in strategy and tactics.

[b]Earth Gem Powers[/b]
Stone Summoning and Control
Metal Summoning and Control
Earth Sense
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