<?xml version="1.0"?>
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en">
		<id>http://exalted.xi.co.nz/w/index.php?action=history&amp;feed=atom&amp;title=DarkSirenSally%2FBlaineBio</id>
		<title>DarkSirenSally/BlaineBio - Revision history</title>
		<link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://exalted.xi.co.nz/w/index.php?action=history&amp;feed=atom&amp;title=DarkSirenSally%2FBlaineBio"/>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exalted.xi.co.nz/w/index.php?title=DarkSirenSally/BlaineBio&amp;action=history"/>
		<updated>2026-04-10T19:37:14Z</updated>
		<subtitle>Revision history for this page on the wiki</subtitle>
		<generator>MediaWiki 1.29.0</generator>

	<entry>
		<id>http://exalted.xi.co.nz/w/index.php?title=DarkSirenSally/BlaineBio&amp;diff=12774&amp;oldid=prev</id>
		<title>DarkSirenSally: *</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://exalted.xi.co.nz/w/index.php?title=DarkSirenSally/BlaineBio&amp;diff=12774&amp;oldid=prev"/>
				<updated>2006-01-16T12:11:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Back to [[DarkSirenSally/Blaine|Blaine]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
= Blaine Gerard: a history =&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blaine Gerard, born Genevieve de Coeur, was raised by a wealthy family of Great&lt;br /&gt;
Forks. They were to marry her to a godling of power and influence in the region&lt;br /&gt;
upon the arrival of her menarche, her first blood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That day came much later than most would have expected, at fifteen years of age.&lt;br /&gt;
It was as if she had somehow purposefully willed her body to deny the blossoming&lt;br /&gt;
of womanhood for as long as possible. As her teenage years progressed, her body&lt;br /&gt;
grew slender and boyish, while her features grew pleasing to the eye: fair and&lt;br /&gt;
silver-tressed, with eyes of cerulean blue. But in defiance of her femininity,&lt;br /&gt;
Genevieve took to wearing masculine clothing when she left the house, binding her&lt;br /&gt;
breasts and braiding her hair back into a boyish tail. Often mistaken for a boy&lt;br /&gt;
during her escapades, she found this immensely pleasing. For her male persona she&lt;br /&gt;
took on the name Blaine Gerard, practicing near daily to look and act the part.&lt;br /&gt;
It became somewhat of an obsession for her, a game, a way to escape from the&lt;br /&gt;
expectations that she felt creeping upon her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But a deal was a deal, and only days after her birthday, the godling's servants&lt;br /&gt;
came for her as she returned to the estate that was her home, accompanied by her&lt;br /&gt;
expectant parents. She vehemently refused to go; things became progressively more&lt;br /&gt;
violent. It was then that she made her first grand escape, with the help of an&lt;br /&gt;
unexpected gift: her Exaltation. But back then, she had no idea what had occured,&lt;br /&gt;
only that a beautiful, seemingly phantasmal woman-of-arms had emerged fully&lt;br /&gt;
realized from her body, accompanied by the howl of defiant winds, as cryptic&lt;br /&gt;
words urged her on with a warning: &amp;quot;Run -- this is not your fate.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the ensuing chaos, Genevieve did just that. Her body seemed impossibly light&lt;br /&gt;
as air, her legs nimble and unhindered by fatigue. She ran like the wind itself&lt;br /&gt;
-- and continued running, long into the night, until she broke free of the city&lt;br /&gt;
and the people that had owned her. As the adrenaline drained from her body, she&lt;br /&gt;
collapsed somewhere on the plains beyond, completely and utterly spent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When she woke, she found herself not sprawled on the wind-swept eastern&lt;br /&gt;
prairie, but in an unfamiliar bed, looking up into a face she had never in her&lt;br /&gt;
life seen before. At first she strained to make a struggle, thinking herself&lt;br /&gt;
caught once again, but the figure spoke soothing, undeniably reassuring words,&lt;br /&gt;
and she relaxed back down onto the pillow, nearly dazed. A sweet, pungent scent&lt;br /&gt;
filled the air, indescribable yet pleasant, and she remembered. That voice she&lt;br /&gt;
had heard before -- it was the very same that addressed her now! And with that&lt;br /&gt;
same stirring tone, the Haltan beauty in green silks that bent over her spoke&lt;br /&gt;
enigmatically of her identity: &amp;quot;You are Blaine Gerard, and I will teach you what&lt;br /&gt;
you have become.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blaine thereafter shed the name and the trappings of Genevieve de Coeur,&lt;br /&gt;
choosing to live from then on in the guise of a male persona. His new mentor,&lt;br /&gt;
Fragrant Camilla, taught him about the nature of his newfound powers, granted to&lt;br /&gt;
him by Mela, the Elemental Dragon of Air. Her tutelage was particularly combat&lt;br /&gt;
oriented in nature, and seemingly molded to his preferences, bringing to the&lt;br /&gt;
forefront a dynamic spear-based fighting style combining both the mobility and&lt;br /&gt;
raw power of Fire and the light-footed, ethereal nature of his native Air.&lt;br /&gt;
Supplementing this was the initiation Camilla provided him into the esoteric&lt;br /&gt;
world of sorcery, as well as a continued cultivation of the social skills he &lt;br /&gt;
already began to make use of as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Camilla spoke very little about the purpose of Blaine's training, but remained&lt;br /&gt;
for all but the last days of their time together a benevolent and trusted tutor&lt;br /&gt;
and mother figure. Appearances remained such for years, during which Blaine never&lt;br /&gt;
clearly recalled meeting another soul besides himself and Camilla, though he&lt;br /&gt;
often had the vague feeling that others were about. Then came a peculiar day --&lt;br /&gt;
perhaps three years later, perhaps five -- a day that dawned with a moment of&lt;br /&gt;
shocking clarity: nothing was as it seemed. Camilla was nowhere to be found, and&lt;br /&gt;
the house they had dwelled in was eerily deserted, as if left in sudden haste.&lt;br /&gt;
At the front of the humble room that had been his dojo, a strange smelling stick&lt;br /&gt;
of incense had burnt to the quick, the lingering scent of which threatened to&lt;br /&gt;
lull him into inaction and a general sense of loyalty and love for the woman who&lt;br /&gt;
had trained him, the memory of whom was already swift fading into disjointed&lt;br /&gt;
snatches of detail. Green hair... or was it green silks?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Dragon-Blood realized, then, that it was time to escape -- again, and this&lt;br /&gt;
time without anyone's help. Departing did not take long, for he discovered he had&lt;br /&gt;
few belongings of his own, but he made sure to take with him what equipment would&lt;br /&gt;
aid him on his journey, that which felt most like &amp;quot;his&amp;quot;: a surprisingly light&lt;br /&gt;
dire lance of blue jade, Heaven's Pinion, still fixed with the hearthstone of&lt;br /&gt;
some unknown Manse; a silver-grey coat reinforced with white and blue jade&lt;br /&gt;
plates; and a curious blue fedora hat that came to be his trademark. With that,&lt;br /&gt;
he departed for the first and last time from the dwelling of Fragrant Camilla,&lt;br /&gt;
determined now to forge his own path, on his own terms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blaine was well suited for mercenary work, which preoccupied his time and earned&lt;br /&gt;
him a living, but his vagabond nature kept him from settling down or staying too&lt;br /&gt;
long in one place. This is not because he lacks concern for others, or prefers to&lt;br /&gt;
be alone. In fact, he is a friendly and well-mannered sort of person -- albiet&lt;br /&gt;
hot-tempered if roused -- and tries to treat others with respect. However, his&lt;br /&gt;
life experiences thus far have made him more than a little bit wary of trusting&lt;br /&gt;
others with his back, and the fact that he has spent much of his life shackled to&lt;br /&gt;
one place of another contributes to his periodic wanderlust. That, and he'd&lt;br /&gt;
rather Camilla not catch him standing still any time soon!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the other hand, Blaine has been known to have quite a soft spot for people in&lt;br /&gt;
need, and will sometimes go out of his way to help those less able to defend&lt;br /&gt;
themselves, expecting nothing in return. More often than not, those he helps in&lt;br /&gt;
that manner are left with little more than the impression of a rush of wind, a&lt;br /&gt;
flash of silver hair, and a distinctive cobalt blue hat as he leaps away from the&lt;br /&gt;
scene. Once in a while, though, an individual he meets in passing catches his&lt;br /&gt;
attention, inspires his curiosity and taste of adventure, his thirst for&lt;br /&gt;
something new, or perhaps -- deep inside -- his desire to find a deeper and more&lt;br /&gt;
lasting purpose to his life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amethyst Brilliance is one of these people. Blaine ran into the lady crafter&lt;br /&gt;
purely by chance, fleeing a god that had enslaved her, and he found himself &lt;br /&gt;
acting purely on instinct. With spear and spell he protected her during her&lt;br /&gt;
clever, if close escape, and has remained by her side ever since. There could be&lt;br /&gt;
many reasons for this, none of which Blaine has managed to decide on. They had&lt;br /&gt;
fled similar circumstances, having attracted the attention of powers more mighty&lt;br /&gt;
than them. They were both women, though Amy would not know that -- maybe not&lt;br /&gt;
ever. She reminded him, one could say, of the sort of elegant, cultured, proper&lt;br /&gt;
lady that he had once been bade to become. Did she make him pause and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;
about the identity, the life she left behind? Did it inspire him to protect and&lt;br /&gt;
safeguard the femininity he saw in her? Certainly he was interested and deeply&lt;br /&gt;
impressed by her master craftswork, in her learned wit and her way with people,&lt;br /&gt;
both professionally and otherwise. He simply could not help but offer his spear&lt;br /&gt;
in service of her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But will it last? And why? Circumstances have set Blaine on the run before, from&lt;br /&gt;
people who would use him for their own whims and ends. He's enjoyed his time with&lt;br /&gt;
Amethyst thus far, and will continue to guard her so long as the feeling remains&lt;br /&gt;
mutual, but everyone harbors their secrets, and not all people are as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;
He, too, is a living falsehood in a way, a born woman masquerading as a man,&lt;br /&gt;
something that had started as a game and became everything that he was -- or more&lt;br /&gt;
accurately, everything that protects herself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fortunately, Blaine is not one to remain too long on the brooding side of things.&lt;br /&gt;
He has places to go, things to see, and a lady to keep safe. They are traveling&lt;br /&gt;
to Gem now, for reasons he is not quite sure of, and it is his first time coming&lt;br /&gt;
so far south. Whatever may beset them, he will persevere... until the time comes&lt;br /&gt;
to make the next great escape.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>DarkSirenSally</name></author>	</entry>

	</feed>