Her eyes very in colour from dilute grey-blue to saturated blue, depending on her level of elemental exertion.

Race:
Gem
Age:
19
Element(s):
Water
Height:
5'4



Other:
Lienna has some trouble with reading and numbers, as she never had the opportunity to go to school or access many books. Her preferred use of her elemental magic is freezing water into ice.

Adult Content Preference:
I'm open to taking it to PMs if ya really want to. Otherwise, fading to black is fine too. If you're curious, just ask me.

Race:
Geminite
Age:
21
Element(s):
Air
Height:
5'8"

Bio:
Mount Serenity has always been a bit isolated from the world. Spread onto the mountain and the vale below were several huts of the Mount Serenity Geminites. They gather the berries from the wild. The meat they get from the elder creatures of the forest. When they are close to death, they often walk towards the Geminites who release them from their suffering. Everything from a fallen animal is used by the Gems. Many outsiders would consider them less than the Gems living in the cities. This is not entirely true, but it is true that many Mount Serenity Gems rarely if ever visit a city. Once a year, however, they scale the great mountain and pray to Auram. The peaceful, quiet goddess of the Air. They dance and sing their ancestral songs, play flutes to enthral the children and tell magical stories. However, recently this honourable festival was disrupted by a contingency of outsider Gems. Demanding brides for the Drakkan. Before, several Mount Serenity Gems had been given up to maintain the peace. But the demand now was outrageously high. Half the eligible daughters had to come with them. Those that remained were ordered to send three girls every year. Since then, the Serenity Festival ends on a sombre note, where the gifts are chosen.

Kyrena was born and grew amongst her brothers and sisters at Mount Serenity. Truly blessed by the goddess, she was born with soft white hair. Like the mountain snow that melts and gives life to the vale below. Her amber eyes were truly captivating. Kyrena walked around with a smile as bright as the sun. But the Geminite was not merely beautiful. Kind beyond measure, she cared for everyone around her. She was a gentle creature, often caring for the old and dying animals till their dying breathe. Always sad that they had to leave but she understood that it was life. Yet Kyrena was still more than both beautiful and gentle. She was truly gifted by the Goddess as well. Her voice was carried by the air. Reaching further than a voice could. A gentle, warm breeze heralded her arrival. Like the air she floated through the forests of the vale and up the mountain passes.

But then came her 18th birthday, and the Serenity Festival after it. A suddenly realization made dread grow in the young Gem’s heart. Someday she could be ripped from her tranquil home. Someday she could offered up to a brute. Dreading the day, she nearly cried on the last day of her 18th Serenity Festival. Yet others went and she remained. Many let out a sigh of relief. But not Kyrena. The fear for next year was already setting in. And after she wasn’t chosen that year? Well she was already fearing for the year after. All this time she saw her friends leave. Never to come back. Eventually she couldn’t bear it anymore. When the ritualistic request for volunteers was uttered, Kyrena rose up. She would face the evil that would else plague her entire life.

But her imagination still plagues her. Geminites of Mount Serenity rarely saw Drakkan. So Kyrena herself never saw one before. She could only read stories, and let her mind craft the image. In her eyes, the Drakkan were brutes. Too large and built like bulls. With twisted horns and sharp teeth. Ready to rip out the throat of anyone who would stand against them. These images now haunt her dreams. With fear in her heart she prepares for the Ceremony, and deep inside, she thinks she should prepare for death as well.

Other:
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"Through blood or iron, I will have what was promised."


Race:
Drakken
Age:
542
Elements:
Fire and Earth
Height:
7'3"

Bio:
Keregar might be an older Drakkan Lord, but only a fool would call him that to his face. This ancient, venerable warrior was there when they fought across the barren wasteland, east of paradise. He was one of the first to march across the Great Spine and fight the Anathos. Keregar was already a Drakkan of repute before the war. His axe and sword had claimed the lives of Drakkan and other beasts alike. As a Lord, Keregar was both a proud hunter and warrior. With every victory of his kin, he let him tattoo himself. Marking his victories. When the rumors spread of Toran, Keregar was one of the first to join him. Not despite the warnings, but because of them. Together with his king, he crossed the Great Spine. He was part of the most progressive and adventurous Drakkan known.

But at the same time, he was also the most ferocious and blood thirsty. With axe and sword he spilled the blood of the Anathos. He send the ground against them and scorched their eyes out. Keregar was a cruel fighter. Merciless and vicious, many Anathos died under his boots. Literally. For after the last battle, he marched those same, blood drenched boots through the throne room. Staining the carpet and the Geminites’ pride. His body was covered with fresh scars, making him even uglier than he already was. Like a mutt, his long, white hair was matted and tangled. The only ornaments he wore were the golden bands around his horns. In one hand he held chains, in another his sword. Blood or women, he would have either one. With a smile on his face as Toran spoke. When King Nixus relented, Keregar took his bride. When her family tried to fight him, he slammed the tip of his blade into the ground. Breaking the tiles below. He would leave with blood or a daughter. Chained and thrown over his shoulder, the Gem was carried out of the throne room. Never to see her family again. She was not the last to be carried off by dangerous Drakkan Lord.

Keregar loved women like himself. With a fiery temper or rock hard stubborness. However, these traits often meant that they suffered even more than the average Gem. He thought he could break them and make them like the Drakkan. But his wives often died, forcing him to march towards the Geminite Court again and again. Once, however, something peculiar caught his eye. A Geminite as beautiful as Sapphire. But equally fragile. Keregar would have her and even fought a fellow Drakkan over her. Elidia she was called. Unlike his other wives, Keregar did not carry her off in chains. The fragile Gem walked beside him. To the surprise of many, Keregar was growing soft. He permitted her more freedom than his other wives. In fact, in his castle he allowed her to make a garden. A feat thought to be impossible in the harsh lands of the Drakkan. But Elidia succeeded through her earth magic and endless devotion. Green grass broke through the grey ashes. Jagged rocks were covered in moss. It was an oasis of paradise within four walls. Elidia fared better than his other wives. But she too succumbed to the harsh lands. Her death, however, broke Keregar. The softened Drakkan plunged himself in the one thing he knew best: fighting. It is said he mourned Elidia for half a century and Keregar’s eldest sons always have to correct people. It did not last half a century, it lasted a full one. After that, he never loved any wife again. Elidia’s garden went untended. The Drakkan spirit crawled into the plants. Thorns and weed now rule the wild, green place. A scar upon Keregar’s fortress. But also a memory of happier times.

Keregar fathered 7 sons. Two before Elidia, who were strong and mature when their new mother came in their lives. Both are fierce warriors, grown up with the fresh stories and proof of the Anathos’ existence. The other five were born much later. While Drakkan and the blood of Keregar, their horns are smaller and their ashen skin was getting more colorful. They are slightly more Geminite than their elder brothers. The last two especially have quite a bit of Geminite influence, as they even have an imbalance in elemental magic. One element within them is much stronger than the other. While he does not hate his youngest five children, Keregar looks at his first two with pure pride.

Today, Keregar supports his king and crown prince. He has not been blind during his visits to the Geminite Court. Defiance is growing, this he knows. He believes that an even greater demand of women will put them back in line. If not, the blood spilled will.

Other:
None yet (might give him a mount or something)

Adult Content Preference:
I'm down for anything over PM.

Please note, this is what Arden currently looks like after she has been apprehended for a year.
**Please note, I did not draw this image. Credit to the real artist.**



Race:
Geminite
Age:
19
Element(s):
Air
Height:
5’9"

Bio:
Liberty. Freedom. Autonomy. These were all but a few things that Air Geminites living in Makani believed in. Makani was but one of many villages scattered just outside of the major city. Geminites living in the villages that walled their capital enjoyed a life that was predictable, simple, and tailored to what they needed day by day. It was easy to access the capital when you wished to go shopping and easy to sit back and relax in the tranquil silence of your village when you needed to escape. As the villages were close to the capital, the families living there were used to offering their daughters to the Drakkan to maintain peace; this was simply just the way it was and was often never questioned. The Air Geminites in Makani, however, were growing tired of watching their families be ripped apart. Some of them even began to believe that their goddess, Auram, would not stand for such an act against their own freedoms; the people were becoming restless.

The Gaothaire family were not strangers to the radical thinking that was beginning to shape. With each breeze of wind, their resolve was strengthening. Free Wind. It was the meaning of their bloodline’s name. It was a meaning that the Gaothaire family would fight for on the day of the birth of their baby girl. The Gaothaire’s were not going to let their child be ripped away from them in 18 years time when the day of the Reaping came; they would not stand for her to be offered to a Drakkan for everyone else’s freedom. The Gaothaire’s made a difficult but necessary choice; they would raise their child as a boy in order to protect her. She would be given a boy’s name, she would wear boy’s clothing, her chest would be wrapped, her hair kept short, and she would be taught what it was to be a man.

Arden. Arden will be your name and you are now our son.

Arden was raised with the beliefs, morals, and values of the ever growing thoughts of Liberty amongst the Air Geminites in Makani. It drove her radical thinking and her dedication to living as something she was not. Being a man was not only for her sake, but for her people’s sake, it was a way to stand up against something that was wrong. It was but one small step toward a changing future. Arden knew the importance of keeping her true identity hidden, she understood all too well the implications of anyone discovering that she was female but most of all, she understood what it meant for all Geminite women everywhere. Arden was strong, outspoken, but carried a diplomatic and kind voice. In all senses, she wanted to fight for the rights her sisters had been denied for generations.

It was on a night when the moon was at its highest that Arden’s true identity was discovered. The young woman was standing at the edge of the lake, her clothes lying at her feet. The wind blew against her soft skin and for a moment, she lost herself in a dream of a future where Geminite women would no longer fear their 18th birthday; in a world where her sisters could live freely. Arden’s dream was shattered when a voice sounded behind her..

A woman!? You’re a woman!?

The court of the Geminites came for the young woman at day break. The Gaothaire family surrendered peacefully, knowing that resisting would only bring turmoil to their village, however; the other Air Geminites of Makani quietly protested. Arden was apprehended and would be taken into the care of older Geminite women to learn what it meant to be a woman amongst their kind and to prepare her to be the bride of a Drakkan. It would be nearly a year before the Reaping, a year for Arden to become a woman, a year for her beauty to be realized, a year for the wind to grow within her silently.

Remember Arden, a small breeze has begun the winds of change. You are that breeze that will grow into a raging storm.

Other: Arden often can be heard singing, a pleasure she hid from the world when she was disguised as a boy. Her voice was once described as heavenly, a beautiful sound that is carried by the wind.

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