[hider=Arden Gaothaire] [center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180330/62bf02288f5840b639fb57f0ce748ef9.png[/img] [Hider=Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/Y8KT7I6.jpg[/img] [i][sub]**Credit to the real artist of this drawing**[/sub][/i] After living with older Gemminite women for approximately a year in preparation for the next reaping, Arden transformed into the beautiful woman she always was. Her dark hair grew out, her lips were darkened a rich and succulent red, and her dark grey eyes could pierce another from across the room. Arden had always been tall and she had always been lean, as a man she could be described as “scrawny” but as a woman, she is described as “graceful.” The older Gemminite woman often spoke of her as [i]a hidden beauty[/i][/hider] [b]Race:[/b] Gemminite [b]Age:[/b] 19 [b]Element(s):[/b] Air [b]Height:[/b] 5’9" [b]Bio:[/b] Liberty. Freedom. Autonomy. These were all but a few things that Air Gemminites living in Makani believed in. Makani was but one of many small towns scattered just outside of Prìseil Aldentine. Gemminites living in the towns 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 for a busier day and easy to sit back and relax in the less robust atmosphere of your home when you needed to escape. As the towns 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 Gemminites 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. [i]Free Wind[/i]. 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. [i]Arden. Arden will be your name and you are now our son. [/i] Arden was raised with the beliefs, morals, and values of the ever growing thoughts of Liberty amongst the Air Gemminites 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 Gemminite 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 Gemminite 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.. [i]A woman!? You’re a woman!?[/i] The court of the Gemminites came for the young woman at day break. The Gaothaire family surrendered peacefully, knowing that resisting would only bring turmoil to their home, however; the other Air Gemminites of Makani quietly protested. Arden was apprehended and would be taken into the care of older Gemminite 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. [i]Remember Arden, a small breeze has begun the winds of change. You are that breeze that will grow into a raging storm.[/i] [b]Other:[/b] 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. Colour code is: color=9BD9E3 [b]Adult Content Preference:[/b] Doesn't matter to me :) [/center] [/hider] [hider=Serafine “Sera” Makatza] [center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180330/fff17f4d32916892b6cf0e80d04a6cd9.png[/img] [Hider=Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/paD2CT0.jpg[/img] Serafine is uniquely beautiful. She has silver hair, pale porcelain like skin, and burning red eyes (I know the picture has blue, but they're red). She has a thin, small frame and couldn't weigh more than 105lbs. [sub]**Credit to the real artist, I did not draw this**[/sub][/hider] [b]Race:[/b] Gemminite [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Element(s):[/b] Fire [b]Height:[/b] 5’3” [b]Bio:[/b] [i][color=B47B84]”Serafine… why did you do that, why…”[/color] The room was covered in ash. There was a smell of burning flesh… and a scorched body was lying in the center of the room. Whoever the body belonged to, it was no longer recognizable. In front of the burnt corpse was a child, she was crying and talking to herself. [color=B47B84]”Daziel...”[/color][/i] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It happened almost 7 years ago, the incident is what [i]they[/i] called it. She was only 11 years old, a bright young Gemmenite living peacefully, though strangely. There was always something off about the young girl, something that people could not quite describe, but later came to fear. She was left to watch her younger brother, Daziel; at the time he was 4. Her parents were headed on a hunting trip to prepare for the cold and with more mouths to feed and Serafine growing older, it meant they could both go and leave her to watch the child. Three days went by before the [i]monsters[/i] came. The sun was setting when it happened. Serafine was trapped in the corner of a room, several large figures in front of her. The [i]thing’s[/i] teeth were almost as big as her head with drool pooling out of the side of their mouths as they snarled at her. The beasts were easily 10 feet tall with coarse fur that was matted with blood covering their bodies. The noise they made crawled underneath her skin and as they approached her, panic began to settle in. [hider= The Delusion]The first bite sharply dug into her arm, easily puncturing her flesh and oozing hot blood over her skin. The girl screamed in both terror and pain as she attempted to hit the beast with her free arm for it only to be pinned down by another, her bone crushing beneath its paw with a horrific snapping sound. The third one took a hold of her leg, pulling on her limb and away from her body. She could feel her skin tearing away, her bones pulling; she was going to be torn apart.[/hider] A hollowing shriek filled the room and then it was hot. The wild fire grew with uncontrollable intensity as it attacked the monsters; they couldn’t escape. Their screams filled the room until it fell silent. Serafine was hugging her body tightly into herself and rocking when she realized that the room was still. A strange smell tickled her nose and she lifted her head ever so slightly to investigate. There were no monsters… but in the center of the room there was a small burnt body. The girl’s eyes widened and she quickly crawled over to it. [color=B47B84]”No… no… no..no..no..no… NO!”[/color] Two days later her parent’s returned to find her cradling the young boy’s burnt body in her arms. The village was scared of her from then on, often calling her a freak or deranged. Her parents did not attempt to defend her, she was nothing in their eyes anymore, she was merely a stain on her family. As the girl grew older and became a woman, the villages fearful eyes of her grew too. She continued to experience [i]delusions[/i] and act [i]strangely[/i]. Serafine did not live, she simply existed, praying for a different fate. Her prayer would be answered, though in the most gruesome of ways, when [i]they[/i] came for her. The villagers hid, her parents hid, and they left her out there, silently celebrating when the Reapers plucked her from their village. She did not fight it, but as she left she turned her head and looked toward her home, small tears filling her eyes. [color=B47B84]”I didn’t mean to… it wasn’t me, I swear. It was Serafine… it was Serafine…”[/color] [b]Other:[/b] Serafine is psychotic; she occasionally has delusions and psychotic breaks. She is in denial of who she is, and often blames the unwanted behaviour on "Serafine" and refers to her wanted self as "Sera" - this is a coping mechanism, not a split personality. Colour code is B47B84 [b]Adult Content Preference:[/b] Doesn't matter to me :) [/center] [/hider] [hider=Höd Ultair] [center] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180414/5e20f747f086ee8e0e7e54dc6a852fcd.png[/img] [hider=Appearance][img]https://i.imgur.com/IV04Xjc.jpg[/img] Höd is a massive brute of a Drakkan; standing at 7'5" and weighing over 300lbs. He has dark grey skin littered with battle scars and the horns protruding from his skull are far from perfect. He wears golden circlets on his horns, a prize he stole from a Gemmenite he bedded and later murdered. The jewelry in his ears are also from women he had taken in the past. Höd’s face is distinctive due to his blazing purple eyes and the lethal look that accompanies them.[/hider] [b]Race:[/b] Drakkan [b]Age:[/b] 526 [b]Element(s):[/b] Earth and Water [b]Height:[/b] 7'5" [b]Bio:[/b] Eight hundred years ago the Anathos War was won under the direction of King Toran, the first Drakkan to unite the otherwise feral race. Amongst the Drakkan who served under King Toran was Edred Ultair. Edred was a ruthless warrior, one who claimed the lives of many, both Anathos and Drakkan alike. His brutality became known across Drakka and eventually, he was dubbed as the Berserker; an unstoppable force. Naturally, Edred followed his King into battle without question when the war began and fought honourably until he delivered a victory. The Drakkan Lords claimed their Gemmenite prizes, including Edred. The first round of Brides did not last long; dying from either captivity, childbearing, or other horrific acts. As Edred watched the Brides drop like flies and witnessed the birth of their impure children, he concluded that the Gemmenites would be a stain on their bloodline. A stain that needed to be rectified. Edred attempted to reason with the King, but the King would not listen. It was in that moment that Edred began to view his King as the destroyer of their race for allowing such impurities to taint them. He disappeared. For centuries no one could find Edred Ultair and only stories of a Drakkan matching his description raiding the Reaping carriages and slaughtering the Brides remained. The stories of the Berserker lessened for many years, almost completely forgotten, until one day a brute of a Drakkan reappeared and claimed a Reaping carriage once again. This Drakkan left a survivor each time, one to reignite the rumour of the Berserker. Though the story seemed flawed, as Edred Ultair would be too old in age to spread his wrath even further. What no one had known was that Edred left behind his mark; a son. Höd. Höd Ultair was born of pure Drakkan blood, though his mother remain a mystery. He looked eerily just like his father and was raised to be just like him, with the ideals of cleansing his race and bringing purity once again. Höd despised those who bred with Gemmenite women, though he was not a stranger to forcing his pleasure upon them. To ensure that his seed did not grace that of a Gemmenite, he only took them once and then killed them. Höd was born in blood and shared the same brutality and ruthlessness of his father. It was these traits that allowed the Drakkan to carry on his father’s title of the Berserker and claim many lives of his own. Five hundred years would pass before the Ultair name would step foot again in Železna Kri, however; Höd knew that he alone could not accomplish the mighty task of purification and would eventually need to father a child to continue his legacy. Drakkan women were almost impossible to come by and even then, could not simpy be taken for the liking. He would have to win one over. Höd ventured to the capital, ready to reintegrate into the world of Drakka and find himself a woman suitable to bear his children and become his wife. [b]Other:[/b] A bounty was placed on Edred Ultair’s head for slaughtering the masses of potential Brides, though the bounty was never claimed as he could never be found. Whether he is alive or not is a mystery. All the remains is Höd, who has suddenly shown up in Železna Kri. Only people would know his family name now, though people who were old enough to know Edred Ultair personally might be able to recognize Höd as being related. Colour code is 6F6B84 [b]Adult Content Preference:[/b] Doesn't matter to me :) [/center] [/hider]