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[h2]Kyrena of Mount Serenity[/h2]

[b]Race:[/b]
Geminite
[b]Age:[/b]
21
[b]Element(s):[/b]
Air
[b]Height:[/b]
5'8"

[b]Bio:[/b]
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.

[b]Other:[/b]
Kyrena has a pet Sne she calls Elly.

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[i]"Through blood or iron, I will have what was promised."[/i]
[h2]Keregar[/h2]

[b]Race:[/b]
Drakken
[b]Age:[/b]
542
[b]Elements:[/b]
Fire and Earth
[b]Height:[/b]
7'3"

[b]Bio:[/b]
Born right after the Anathos war, Keregar grew up listening to his father’s great stories. How he battled and slaughtered the bug people. Showing bones and battle sites. For back in those days, the scars were freshly carved into the ground. Gemina was hurt. But he also spoke of how he marched into the throne room next to their king, demanding his first bride. He described the broken Geminites, the defeated king in such detail that Keregar still has fond memories of it. But in the end, it were really the wars that spoke to his imagination. How his father raised his war axe and split them in half. The battles were hard and terrible. Drakkan, realizing the severity of the threat, united. A feat never happened before. In Keregar’s mind, an enemy that can make the Drakkan unite, is a worthy opponent.

Together with his father he went to get his first bride when the time was there. Just like his father he marched into the throne room. In a feat to rival his own fathers, he chose the youngest princess of Geminite royality. Protest was loud and fierce. But when Keregar lifted his father’s black axe, the room went silent. For below it was the daughter. He would have her or Gemina would have her corpse. That feat carved him in the memory of the Gems as a terrible creature. One that, over the years, got a name.

The Huntsman. As Keregar grew older, he wanted to rival his father’s tales. Driven by a need for battle, for trophies and a worthy foe Keregar went to raise Kereg-Kor. A hunter’s paradise, it was situated near the south-western woods. A piece of wilderness for Keregar alone. Some creatures he broke to his will. Others he slew. With a new trophy he travelled to get a wife time and time again. Boasting of his accomplishment as well as laughing at the Gems on the other side of the mountain range. But now Keregar is old. He has not yet found his worthy foe. Not amongst the Drakkan, not amongst the creatures he hunts and certaintly not amongst the Gems. He always believed he would die by iron. Now he yearns for a worthy opponent to take him down.

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 get another 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.

[b]Other:[/b]
Keregar has 5 Ash Wolves that form his pack. As well as an Anivia hunting bird.

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