Members of House Nullivari

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“Never forget, Never forgive.”

 

Published: 3rd of Sun's Smile, Year 126 SA

 

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House Nullivari, a talonii distinguished and birthed from drive, fortitude and the inherent willpower to survive. They are among the first lords of Celia’nor and are viewed as regal and postured, friends to those deserving, and fiercely loyal agents of the Celian Crown. There is a certain eloquence in which they carry themselves that denotes a sense of pride in the very surname which they bear. Though, while prideful, the Nullivari are often calm, collected and meticulous, with inquisitive, thoughtful natures.

 

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The Lord Thalon Nullivari currently holds several positions within the Celian government, however the most notable of such being the Laurir Sil and Grandmaster of the Order of the White Gryphon. A solitary being, Thalon Nullivari is often regarded and feared as the most influential and revered member of the Nullivari bloodline. He is the acting Patriarch and Evarir of the Talonii, perceived as a confidant and advisor to all the royal Prince’s and Princess’ of Celia’nor since the birth of the nation. He has solidified himself as not only a major political actor but a ruthless servant of the Celian Crown. Father to Kallias, Kassian, and Éowyn, the Nullivari sports a proud and established bloodline renowned throughout the elven nation. He and his wife Ro’ya Nullivari currently approach the anniversary of their 350th year of matrimony, yet sources speculate it may be longer.

 

The daunting Patriarch of the Nullivari is highly regarded for his ancient knowledge and magical prowess in many different otherworldly endeavours. Standing at a staggering height of 7’6” with long silver hair and a hulking form, Thalon towers over his elven kinsmen with an aura that commands respect. With washed and tired golden hues, the patriarch often sports a serious demeanour and a raspy voice which accompanies his imposing figure. Adorned in ornate dark plate armors, more often than not, the Nullivari man has an ominous aura present about him.

 

Due to him not being a public figure and operating his involvement in Celia’nor behind closed doors, little is known about the Nullivari Lord in the public eye.

 

Thalon Nullivari is established as a vicious and unforgiving man, known for defacing his opponents in the most brutal of ways, he carries about his stern and unwavering attitude in all of his endeavours, never granting compliment nor insult to any he comes across. It is his lack of emotion and immorality which has lent him the reputation as a callous and rancorous Knight of Celia’nor and defender of his Talonii. To cross the man has grave consequences and to approach him with anything but ideals of further power would be met with great disinterest. 

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The Lady Ro’ya Nullivari undertakes many positions within Celia’nor and its government, thus she is particularly busy, often engaged in an array of affairs. As Laurir Kaliri of the High Council and a member of the Circle of Stars, Ro’ya is responsible for the organisation of all events, the management of denizen activity, the engagement of citizens and the cultivation of Celian culture. Princess Valyris I also saw fit to name Ro’ya as Master of Paint within the Celian Court, and her artwork can be seen throughout the Elaneh’celia Palace.

 

Ro’ya is haelun to Kallias, Kassian, Eowyn and now, as of a recent marriage within the Talonii, she also considers herself a motherly-figure to Vaela also. She has reared all of her young with great love and devotion, her children being of the utmost importance within her life.

 

The formidable Matriarch of the Nullivari Talonii, has often been described by many as devastatingly beautiful, with ice-white hair and sharp, viridescent eyes. She has full lips with defined features and a thin, yet curved build with  impeccable posture, standing at six feet with an air of carefree confidence, perhaps borderline arrogance, about her person. Lady Ro'ya Nullivari has always been proud, swift to anger and slow to forgive. To those who do not know her well, she can often be perceived as rather guarded and stubborn, having built an impenetrable facade; one that is stoic, poised and regal. Ro'ya is particularly honest and direct, unafraid to speak her mind with little to no regard for the interpretations made by others. 

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Lord Kallias Nullivari, the eldest son and child of Thalon and Ro’ya, is the named heir and beneficiary to the Nullivari name, estates and income. Serving with his father as an Acaln’sil of the Order of the White Gryphon, Kallias has gained militaristic values and insight befitting such a position. However, his mother saw fit to educate him, alongside all the Nullivari children, in history and tradition, as well as various cultures and peoples. Kallias is also tasked with the Master of the Hunt position within the Court of Celia’nor, where he orchestrates both noble and common hunting events for the populace to enjoy. 

 

Kallias was recently joined in matrimony with Lady Vaela and the pair have since welcomed a son, Vaelyx. He and Vaela have often been described as destined for one another, the pair frequently seen side-by-side when outside of the Nullivari estates. 

 

Rather identical to his father, Kallias stands tall with a silver mane and dull golden eyes. He is often described as devilishly handsome, with sharp, brooding features. Despite other members of his kin being infamous for their pride, Kallias is somewhat of a recluse, often choosing to remain observant within the shadows, this perhaps being justification of  his impeccable ability to judge one’s character and their intent. He is primarily seen donning dark-hued clothing containing various shades of grey, void of any and all colour.

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Lady Vaela Nullivari is the most recent addition to the Nullivari Talonii by marriage to Lord Thalon and Lady Ro'ya's firstborn son, Kallias. Upon the day of her union, she was made Lady of the Interior at the behest of Princess Valyris I, though has remained reclusive since the birth of her son, Vaelyx. It is expected she will return to the Princess' court in due time, with much merit and faith put in her eloquence and skill with administration. 

 

The mali'aheral is a native of a distant isle known as Avir, a refuge founded two centuries previous by elves fleeing the fall of the Silver City in Axios. Thus, her blood is impeccable and entirely high elven, as evidenced by her statuesque height and lovely appearance. Her lengthy tresses are a platinum blonde, matched with a gaze the colour of a summer sea. Though upon her arrival she often adorned herself in azure-blue, the colours of her own Vaedrar Talonii, the elfess has since adopted the red and black shades of her husband's bloodline. Those who know her personally would say that she is a political animal, capable of great acts both cunning and manipulative. However, outwardly, she is glad to put on an amenable performance and is every inch the well-mannered lady of Celia'nor's noblility. She maintains close bonds and relations with the other members of the Nullivari Talonii, often found exclusively in their company. Many also note that she and her husband, Lord Kallias, are well-matched and often entirely enthralled by one another when out on either their kin's estate or walking the streets of the city.

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Kassian Nullivari is the youngest son and middle-child of Thalon and Ro’ya. Known within the talonii for his expertise in all things supernatural and otherworldly; his council is often offered in grim times.  With a collection reminiscent of a dragon’s own hoard he is often sought after for knowledge on particular artefacts and relics of yore. 

 

The second born son to Lord and Lady Nullivari has hair which resembles pure starlight that hangs just past his shoulders. Two pale green eyes,  seemingly once a vivid green, would rest upon a ghostly white visage. Kassian is often seen wielding a variety of ancient armaments which have been collected from various historical periods and he dons the Golden Drake upon his tabard.  Most often he can be found within his talonii’s lands of Eld Roth, toiling away at his studies and searching for new ways to innovate.

 

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Lady Éowyn Nullivari-Ibarellan, daughter of Thalon and Ro’ya, was the youngest of their children and the last to arrive in the great Nation-State of Celia’nor. She undertook a long journey by foot from the distant Principality of Savoy, guided by the gracious invitation of Arch-Princess Ivarielle. As she approached the grand gates of the city, she beheld the sight of the Arch-Princess herself, and in that moment, pledged a solemn oath to serve her for all time.

 

Thus did Éowyn Nullivari-Ibarellan enter the service of the Arch-Princess, taking up her duties with dedication and skill. It was here that she met her beloved husband, Túrin Ibarellan, and together they served in positions of great responsibility, with Éowyn becoming the esteemed Laurir Akaln. Alas, a cruel illness forced Éowyn to withdraw from public life, her husband following soon after to be with his wife, retreating to their ranch where they raised their children, Húrin and Niënor “Ninielle”, and taught them the ways of farming and combat. However, Éowyn’s passion for serving her nation never died, and she recently returned to public life as a member of the Order of the White Gryphon, imparting her wisdom to the knights of the Order as Naeri’sil and guiding them to become magi-knights of great renown.

 

The Dame of the Nullivari-Ibarellan, much like her mother before her, is a sight to behold, with her fair and delicate features, striking white hair, and sparkling golden eyes. Yet, she is also a woman of practicality and duty, often donning colourful face paint for social and military events and adorning herself with the emblem of the Canonist faith, a golden Akritian cross. Her upright posture and roughened hands bespoke of her years of labour and hard work, attesting to her reputation as a tireless worker for the good of the people of Starry City.

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Lord Túrin Nullivari-Ibarellan was born to Anaessya and Ilvaryn Ibarellan on a tranquil island off the eastern coast of Haelun’or. A land where the soft whispers of nature permeated the air, and life was simple, as if Malin himself had designed it. Despite the peace that surrounded him, Túrin knew that danger lurked beyond the safety of his home, and thus he joined the island's militia. For one month each year, he stood guard on the shores, watching for the arrival of raiders that never seemed to come.

 

As time passed, Túrin's sister, Ivarielle, took up arms and led a rebellion against the Silver City, which eventually led to the founding of Celia'nor. She requested her brother's aid in this undertaking, and though Túrin was not one to seek adventure, he felt compelled to answer the call of his kin. However, fate had other plans for him. The ocean's mighty waves and fierce storms hindered his journey, causing a considerable delay. When he finally arrived in the Starry City, years had passed. Despite his tardiness, Ivarielle bestowed a vineyard and ranch upon her brother, allowing him to continue his peaceful farming life.

 

It was in the Starry City where Túrin met the love of his life, Éowyn Nullivari-Ibarellan, and the two swiftly married. But their newfound happiness was short-lived, as Túrin was soon summoned to serve the State, becoming the Laurir Fer'pueran, where he served with honour and distinction for many months. After his wife fell ill, Túrin retired from public life, spending his days teaching his children, Húrin and Niënor "Ninielle," the art of agriculture. However, as fate would have it, Túrin would return to the public eye once again, this time serving with the magi-knights of the Order of the White Gryphon.

 

Túrin Nullivari-Ibarellan possesses striking golden eyes and flowing white hair that reflect the grace of his elven heritage. His physique is lithe and agile, reflecting the grace of his elven heritage. Túrin's hair is long and silvery-white, framing his sharp features and falling in cascades down his back. His golden eyes are piercing and intense, revealing a keen intellect and sharp senses honed through years of training and experience. Túrin's attire reflects his skill as a warrior, with fine elven armour and a rapier at his side, gleaming in the light. Despite his deadly skills and stoic demeanour, Túrin's elegance and poise are unmistakable, embodying the grace and beauty of his elven heritage.

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Lord Húrin Nullivari-Ibarellan, firstborn of Éowyn and Túrin, was reared with great care and love, trained from his earliest days in the ways of the land and the vine, as befitting his noble lineage. Under the tutelage of his father, Húrin learned to tend the fields and the grapes with his own two hands, mastering the secrets of agriculture and the delicate art of winemaking. From his mother, he gained a worldly education, studying history and lore, and becoming steeped in the traditions and customs of his people.

 

As he grew older, Húrin’s heart turned towards the ways of the sword and the shield, and he was inducted into the newly-formed Order of the White Gryphon, becoming one of its most valiant and respected members. His courage and devotion to the cause of justice were put to the test when he intervened to save a group of humans from being unjustly executed by Diraar officers. Using his skills in diplomacy and conflict resolution, Húrin was able to resolve the situation without resorting to violence, earning him great admiration and respect among his peers and even from those who he saved by offering a prayer to the Creator.

 

Yet, Húrin’s greatest destiny lay ahead, as his aunt received a prophetic vision that he was to become the Sword of Ivarielle, a weapon against the traitors and enemies of the State. The Princess Valyris, identifying the truth in this, made him a Laurir Hísilómë and tasked him with rooting out the traitors of the State and defending his people and his homeland, standing firm against all foes who threatened the peace and prosperity of Celia’nor.

 

Húrin Nullivari-Ibarellan stands tall and proud with a commanding presence. His silver-white hair falls in a sleek and orderly fashion, framing his chiselled and sharp features. His warm blue eyes hold an intense and determined gaze, revealing a wisdom and strength beyond his years. Though his form is lean and agile, his muscular build speaks of a lifetime of training and battle experience. He bears intricate and ornate armour, fashioned with elven craftsmanship, adorned with symbols and motifs honouring his people's beliefs and traditions. Though he carries the scars of past battles, he wears them with pride, symbols of his triumph over adversity and his devotion to his cause.

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A Nullivari by bond over blood, Valindra earned her acceptance into the family through service dating back to Haelun'or under the leadership of Othelu Orrar. An experienced politician thanks to previous positions held, serving as both the first female elven Orenian Privy Councillor and Okarir'maehr and Sillumir Officer to Haelun'or, she was quick to join the forces of Ivarielle. 

 

The Nullivari adoptee has been with Celia'nor since its beginning, fighting in battles against Haelun'or and defending the citizens, even in the camp that once sat where the city lies today. A talented magus with her arcane experience totaling over two centuries, she went on to accept the position of Court Mage in the Celian Courts and served as the leading authority in the Voidal arts, having amassed lifetimes' worth of knowledge. Recently, Valindra returned, though most of her time is still spent countering magical threats to both Celia'nor and Almaris at large, acting upon visions granted to her by the veil to stop Voidal threats before they spiral out of control. Having amassed favour in the courts, she was often lovingly referred to as the Court Gremlin by members of High Celian society. Currently, the Nullivari runs a tavern in the Starlit Princedom, an out-of-the-way establishment known as The Cloak and Swagger. 

 

With sleek silver locks and an almost unnaturally pale complexion, the difference in blood between Valindra and the rest of the Nullivari is obvious to many. Her features, like most 'aheral, are sharp, refined, and regal, giving her almost a constant look of boredom or disapproval. To complement her cool palette, she is often seen sporting attire leaning towards darker hues, boldly accented by silver jewellery, though what tends to catch the eyes of those who meet her are her eyes. Once a dull purple in their natural state, they have been twisted and warped as a result of her oracle-like abilities; her irises seem to have animated galaxies trapped within, centred by a narrowed, almost catlike pupil. The demeanour of the elf had a habit of shifting, leaning towards the more chaotic side. Despite this, her loyalty persists, and she is quick to sober up from her laidback state in the face of adversity, often coming across as icy from the wastes from whence she came in her moments of true focus. Despite being a longtime mage, she tends to look upon her fellow magi and those who seek to become attuned to the void with distrust.

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Zoddryk Nullivari, known by most simply as Zodd, is the incumbent Master of the Forge within Celia’nor, a position that tasks him with the fulfilment of a wide range of craftwork for various aspects of the everyday proceedings within the realm. Simple nails, blades fit for kings and emperors, and a great many things between and beyond are made within his domain, with the particularly fine works usually reserved for special people or occasions.

 

Unlike the rest of his kin, he is neither graceful, nor beautiful, instead usually described as a rough-hewn and slightly barbaric-looking individual, broadly-built and of large stature, his pale skin covered in scars of various kinds. Despite his outward appearance being the practical antithesis to the norm within Celia’nor, he still takes care to maintain a simple, clean-cut, look, more focused on practicality than being fashionable, a trend that does not cross over into his gear, which tends to be ornate, yet practical, and exceedingly well taken care of.

 

When describing his personality, he is said to be stoic, presenting a cold disposition that leaves little room for interpretation in regard to his current moods. Usually seen with an unchanging lack of an expression, sources claim he preserves showings of emotion for when he earnestly intends them, though his pale golden eyes are seemingly filled with hatred for whatever they were pointed at. When his façade cracks for once, he wears a wide range of expressions, ranging from fatherly smiles and cocky grins to animalistic scowls and, in the rarest of cases, the furious visage of a raging beast.

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AY’PUERAN;

 

Lady Ro’ya Nullivari, Matriarch of Nullivari, Lady of Eld Roth, Evarir of Celia’nor, Laurir Kaliri of the High Council, Lady of Festivities, Master of Paint, Court Painter of Celia’nor.

Lord Thalon Nullivari, Patriarch of Nullivari, Laurir Sil of the High Council, Mar’Sil, Grandmaster of the Order of the Gryphon, Lord of Eld Roth, Evarir of Celia’nor, Royal Advisor, The Justicar of Ash, Champion of Wer Relgas, The Beast, Justicar.

 

CREDITS:
_Sug - Thalon Nullivari 

Amyy_ - Ro’ya Nullivari, Sigil Art

MCVDK - Kallias Nullivari
MunaZaldrizoti - Vaela Nullivari

Hotbox_monk - Kassian Nullivari

JoanOfArc - Eowyn Nullivari-Ibarellan

Rainedropf - Turin Nullivari-Ibarellan

Milenkhov - Hurin Nullivari-Ibarellan

Frankdh - Rosalyn Nullivari

Morbibundity - Valindra Nullivari
AdmiralLB - Zoddryk Nullivari

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Vaela Nullivari looks upon the formal document with a broad grin, pleased with the quality of her depicted likeness.

[Traveller 2718]

Reuben scratched the back of his head after reading the document. "I had no idea there were this many."

[hotbox_monk 1049]

With great care and reverence, Kassian unfurled the sanguine tome emblazoned with the names of the illustrious House Nullivari.  

 

He smiled.  

 

 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

"Bond over blood. An alliance forged in fire."  Valindra Nullivari spoke as she glanced to the depictions of her relatives. The fallen heiress to the Atmorice bloodline offered that of a wicked smirk. She had found her true family when her original one had forsaken her. The elfess was finally where she belonged.

[Orphvius 482]

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Woah, amazing family post!