Criala

"I’d never met Xavis..." The words were murmured, a slight frown upon Amara's visage at the news. In her hands was a wooden item, the design beginning to take shape, though it wasn’t clear what it was going to be yet. "Where will the afterlife take him, I wonder?” "So, Xavis has passed on." Estellise mused to herself, an open sketch pad upon her lap. She was silent for a moment, a quiet exhale escaping her. "I feel for all of his children and family. Loss... Loss isn’t an easy thing to deal with."

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Hands clasped together and eyes closed, the mali’fenn woman sat with her legs tucked beneath her. It would appear that she was in prayer, though no sounds came from her. She remained like this for several more moments, before her eyes opened. Her hands dropped, unclasping in the process. Whatever answer she’d been looking for, it wasn’t obvious. Her gaze lowered to fall upon a spot on the floor. Silence filled the air, the sound of her breathing the only noise in the room. Now she was deep in thought. When was the last time I actually felt free? How long had it been? Years, at the very least. So long she’d been trapped by guilt. By a need to prove herself. To be trusted. All of which only weighed her down. She felt so heavy, carrying such a burden upon her shoulders. Too much. It was getting to be too much. Had been too much for a long time. But that need to prove herself, prove her loyalty… It kept her locked in a cage, confined by obedience. I can’t live like this anymore. No, this wasn’t her turning her back on anyone or anything. It was letting go. Something she had needed to do a long time ago. She just hadn’t wanted to. A tiny bit of hope. But that was no way to live. Lockezi was right. He was making fun of me. But he was right. Too long had she been like a bird in a cage, hoping to spread its wings. Now finally… Finally, she would fly. Art by Wlop

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Beneath the Gehenna Estate, in a room deep within the lowest levels of the underground, was a Mali’fenn woman. She was seated upon the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the desk, upon the carpet. A mirror reflected her look of concentration, locks of her silvery white hair threatening to spill over her shoulders. Black snowflakes stuck out on her arms, going all the up from her wrists to the top of her shoulders. In front of her was a sketchpad, strokes of charcoal being brought over the page. The outline of a swing was beginning to take shape. Once the swing was done, her hand slowed to a stop, blue gaze scanning the page. Charcoal stained her fingers, contrasting with her pale skin. She gave a nod of approval, reaching to grab a cloth to wipe her hands off with. The black was wiped away, smearing across the white cloth. She balled the cloth, dirtied side on the inside, and set it aside to wash later. Her focus fell upon the page once more, taking a moment to take in the details of it so far. Picking the sketch pad up, she closed it and set it upon her lap. Her fingertips brushed along the cover, before she set it on the ground beside her. A quiet sigh flowed out from her as she heaved herself up from her seated position. Her gaze caught sight of the mirror, lingering upon her reflection for a minute. Soon though, she tore her eyes away from it, her focus falling to the ground. “I feel so lost sometimes.” The words were murmured, her mind beginning to stray. Arun’asna. The name had lingered in her mind since she’d first heard it from him. Ever since she’d come back to the Estate so many years ago, it’d stuck out to her more and more. Perhaps it could give her something. A purpose. Something to follow. Anything. “Show me the way, Arun’asna.” Art of her by Wolf-fram

The only sound within the room had been the breathing of the Mali'fenn woman. Then the Exalted at entered the room, his voice reaching her ears. Her ear twitched a little, but his speaking didn't wake her. Though her sleep had been peaceful, the chaotic aura of the being began to take its toll on her. It caused her to stir, her brow furrowing, her body curling further into the blankets and pillow. After he left, and the aura had gone with him, her stirring ceased. She was left unaware of what had happened.

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MC ▫ Name ≎ Criala Sprite ▫ Type ≎ Animated & Complicated Character ▫ Name ≎ Eraami A. Reeyse Character ▫ Race ≎ Wood Elf Reference ▫ Picture(s) ≎ https://imgur.com/a/pjOogL3

Ele'ira Des'Nox Nicknames: Ele. Age: 50. Gender: Female. Race: Dark Elf. Status: Alive. Description Height: 5'7". Weight: 118 lbs. Body Type: A little curvy. Eyes: Red. Hair: White, normally left down to fall to her waist. Skin: A light ashen gray. Markings/Tattoos: None at this point in time. Health: Healthy. Personality: She has no problem speaking up or saying what's on her mind. She can be kind, understanding and has a caring side to her, though it comes out more around those she's close to. Unlike her mother, she doesn't have a great deal of patience. Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good. Alliance/Nation/Home: The dark elves, none at the moment. Job/Class: None at the moment. Profession(s): None at the moment. Special Skill(s): None at the moment. Flaw(s): Sometimes she can speak without thinking. Family Parents: Dak'ir Des'Nox (Father), Lielle Des'Nox (Mother). Significant Other: Ganzorig. Godparents: Mithius (Self appointed Godfather). Grandparents: Sivarian Auinelli Aizin Vincrute (Grandfather, deceased), Eilae Auinelli Zanexes (Grandmother), unnamed Zanexes (Step Grandfather). Siblings: Arveldir Des'Nox (Step brother), Riv'su Des'Nox (Adopted brother), Jayce Des'Nox (Adopted brother). Aunts/Uncles: Malystryx Zanexes (Step Uncle, deceased), Izier Vincrute (Uncle), Alirya Vincrute (Aunt), Dak'res Des'Nox (Uncle), Shagarath (Adopted Orc Uncle), Calius Terin (Adopted Woodie Uncle). Cousins: Mizziyrn Zanexes, Xallin, Neci Vincrute, Saint Vincrute, Izaros Vincrute, Ganzorig (barely related), Vas Umbra-Vincrute, Alavera, Tayna Vincrute. Nieces/Nephews: Saria (Half niece). Background Ele'ira was born to Lielle ad Dak'ir Des'Nox in the month of the Deep Cold. She lives in Ker'nor with the rest of her family.

Lielle Des'Nox Nicknames: None at the moment. Age: 255. Gender: Female. Race: Dark Elf. Status: Alive. Description Height: 5'9". Weight: 123 lbs. Body Type: A little curvy. Eyes: A dark blue. Hair: Black, normally left down to fall to her waist. Skin: A light ashen gray. Markings/Tattoos: None at this point in time. Health: Healthy, because she does her best to take care of herself. Personality: Though she can be soften spoken at times, she has no problem speaking up or saying what's on her mind. There is a bit of a motherly side to her. She will do what she can to help those close to her and will defend them without hesitation. She has a very kind and caring heart. Life Style Alignment: Neutral Good. Alliance/Nation/Home: The dark elves, none at the moment. Job/Class: Farmer. Profession(s): None at the moment. Special Skill(s): Her skills with swords are rather good due to her cousin, Mizziyrn, teaching her how to use them. Flaw(s): At times, she can bond rather easily with others, and sometimes that is not a good thing. Family Husband: Dak'ir Des'Nox. Parents: Sivarian Auinelli Vincrute (Father, deceased), Eilae Auinelli Zanexes (Mother), unnamed Zanexes (Step father). Siblings: Malystryx Zanexes (Step brother, deceased), Izier Vincrute (Half brother), Alirya Vincrute (Adopted sister/sister-in-law), Dak'res Des'Nox (Brother-in-law). Children: Arveldir Des'Nox (Step son), Riv'su Des'Nox (Adopted son), Jayce Des'Nox (Adopted son), Ele'ira Des'Nox (Daughter). Grandchildren: Saria, Elawynn, Seri'su. Cousins: Mizziyrn Zanexes, Xallin. Nieces/Nephews: Neci Vincrute, Saint Vincrute (Step nephew), Izaros Vincrute (Deceased), Ganzorig, Vas Umbra-Vincrute, Alavera Umbra-Vincrute (Step niece), Tayna Vincrute. Background For most of her life, Lielle lived on her own. Her father passed away when she was only a few years old, and once she was old enough to take care of herself, her mother wasn't around as much. But after a couple decades of going from man to man, her mother remarried and settled down. She married into the Zanexes family, giving Lielle an older brother, Malystryx, and a cousin, Mizziyrn. As the years passed, she grew closer to her new brother and cousin. Mizziyrn was the one that taught her how to use a sword, helping her to increase her skill. And Malystryx would listen to her when she would read the poems she'd written. But eventually, the two of them moved, and it was many years before she saw her brother or her cousin again. In the time of Asulon, when she was maybe forty, she spent most of her time travelling. With the way her mother went through men, she wasn't keen on being at home. During her travels, she came upon in a town just outside of Normandor's bridge. In the night, she tried to sneak through the town. But she was caught by a couple of members of the White Rose. She would have been exterminated had a group of Mali'ker clad in midnight blue and light armor not intervened. A tall, masked Mali'ker stepped in front of her. The two of them only shared a brief glance, but his vibrant red eyes stuck out to her. After the group took care of the White Rose members, they were gone before she could ask the masked 'ker his name. But she never forgot that night or the red eyes of the masked 'ker. Little did she know, she'd meet him again many, many years later. Then, during the time of Athera, she received a letter from Mizziyrn, asking her if she'd like to come and live in Ker'nor. Eager to see her cousin again, she was quick to agree and traveled to Ker'nor as soon as she was able to. When she arrived at Ker'nor, she was pleasantly surprised to find herself reunited with not only her cousin, but her brother as well. After living in Ker'nor for a few weeks, she finally met the leader of the dark elves. Dak'ir Des'nox. The man she'd only heard of from the others that lived there until that moment. He was different than she had expected. They seemed to connect instantly. It wasn't long before they became a couple, and she was swept off her feet. After being together for four years, on the thirteenth day of Snow's Maiden in 1504, the two of them were married. That was the day she became Lielle Des'nox, the only wife of Dak'ir, with Mizziyrn being the one who performed the ceremony. Then, in Vailor, they had moved to Vivec. The time there was enjoyable for the most part, give or take a few incidents. After many years of being the dark elf leader, Dak'ir stepped down from the position. Then she spent time sailing around Vailor with him, docking at the wood elf and dark elf cities from time to time. It was only a few years before Dak'ir took on the position of leader of the dark elves once again. A new city for the dark elves was built and named Ebonglade. It was in Ebonglade that Riv'su, an orphaned child, appeared. He immediately won over Lielle's heart, and it wasn't long before he was adopted as their son. Then came the time of Axios. Much to Lielle's amusement, since she met her husband in the other caves, the dark elves found themselves living in another cave. Ker'nor. The first few years after moving there, she gave birth to her and Dak'ir's first biological child. A daughter, Ele'ira. Currently, Lielle's still living in Ker'nor with Dak'ir and Ele'ira.

I) Full Name: Ryllae II) Any existing ties, worth notice: None. III) Place of origin: A small nameless village around 1380. IV) Intention of desired strand, of the trinity (Arts, music or literature) for specialism: All of them hold a bit of interest, but most literature. V) Current status of Citizenship (Salvian, or otherwise): Citizen of the Lorri'sae farm, south of Cerulin. VI) Reasoning in becoming of the Bards: I've always held an interest in the arts, mainly literaturate. And I was look for something meaningful to do to occupy my time. VII) Potential projects you may aspire to do: I'm not sure at the moment about any projects, because I just let inspiration come to me. I work hard when the inspiration does come to me. VIII) Does Salvus represent peace, or war? Peace. IX) Where is the Republic located, currently? The skirts of Embermoore, and the Forests of Adrallan. X) Which holds more heavier punishment: Racism or Anti-Enlightenment? Anti-Enlightenment. XII) Which body holds highest power within the Republic? Inner Council of the Salvian Authorities. XII) How often may the Curator of the Bards be changed, and what does this coincide with? Every sixteen years, as well as the overall Salvian Election period. OOC Section: I) Do you have Skype, for contact and general purposes? If so, what is your Skype name? Giliath has it. :) II) Do you have any questions, thoughts or confusions about what the Bards are, or what they do: or even, just wanting to challenge its existence? Not at the moment, but if I have any questions, I'll be sure to ask!

Headcanon Ryllae has an intense fear of being rendered immobile. When he was very young, he drank a vile of a paralysis. His curiosity got the better of him when he saw the vile on the table. So, when Seith wasn’t looking, he snatched the bottle and downed the liquid, having no idea what it would do.Though he was only unable to move for a short while, it was enough to completely terrify him.

Headcanon While archery is Ryllae's best skill, he also has decent sword skills. Much like with archery, Seith approached Ryllae about learning to wield a sword, so that he had skill with more than one weapon. The idea was that he would have a back up should he ever run out of arrows. Also, should he ever be left weaponless and have the only option he had was to use a sword, he would be able to know what he was doing. It wasn't long before the last time Seith had headed off to battle that he had begun teaching Ryllae his way around a sword. After Seith's death, Elessar, another soldier and friend of the family, took over where in teaching Ryllae how to use a sword.

OOC MC Name: Criala Timezone: Pacific Standard Time IC Name: Ryllae Race: Wood elf Age: 91 Current Allegiance: None. Talents: Excels at archery, and is decent with a sword Past jobs: Guard of the Gladewatchers. Currently still one.

Headcanon After the death of his father, Ryllae felt like he had to grow up quickly in order to fill the position Seith held in the village. This caused him to be overly serious, viewing this as him acting more grown up. For a long time, he had a hard time truly relaxing because of this, pressuring himself to keep the "grown up" persona. It took him years to break out of this. Even now, there are times, though it is few and far between, where he falls back into the person if it seems like that would be the best course of action for him.