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| − | In his hand rests Ainerach, a beautiful blade of orichalcum, the national treasure of Whiteshield - a Reaver Daiklave of exquisite craftsmanship. Its hilt is long and thin, almost the length of a man’s forearm, and made of Orichalcum in ornate, but comfortable, releves. At the end of the hilt, carved in Moonsilver and Ivory, a beautiful maiden face, the visage of its creator, and at its sword-end there’s a beautiful craftsmanship in an opening, a wing of Moonsilver coming out of it, three hollow gemstone places resting amidst its feathers like a bird’s nests. It proceeds over the Blade’s left side, slashing back like a wing after 10 centimeters up the blade. It slashes back all the way to the face, serving like the sword’s guard.
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| − | Good-natured, kind-hearted, charitable and brave, Alexander is everything one would expect of a prince who grew up on tales of Exalted heroisms, always dreaming of becoming one. Trained on statesmanship by his father, and on swordsmanship by the southern mercenary Otieno, Alexander has the groundwork for a great man.. if he lives that long. Exalted with his mother's blood on his hand, taking the blade from his father's corpse, sending the bodies of all his family to heaven. All that he loved taken from him by the Bishop, by his crusaders, by the Vestal and the Disciple. Running off with his comatose brother, Cedric, and his handmaid, Millia, he was 'rescued' by the Dark and Pale Angels, the Lover's deathknights... and now walks a path to bring light back to Whiteshield.. or to hear the words of the darkness all around him, and sink in all the dark feelings he holds down so much... together with his sadness... together with his longing... together with the fear he feels, all alone, his family gone, seeking warmth and acceptance even in the Abyssals around him.
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| − | Alexander is a natural talent at swordsmanship, and, the very image of a Zenith Caste, a bullwark of faith and endurance, able to endurance the harshest treatment and recover from it easily. Animals love Alexander, and, hailing from a family that had close contact with spirits, he is well able to see spirits and magic, and to strike them down. But yet, he is a newborn Solar, still not having mastered the subleties of Exalted combat...
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| − | <b>Cael Pattona,</b> the Windwraith, is an Eclipse Solar Exalted. He Exalted when stealing a recovered and assembled first age airship it took mokes to rebuild, the Quicksilver Zephyr, earning the enmity of Hanslanti and a name for himself. He woke one day with the Empyrean Binds encasing his body, orichalcum tattoos encircling his arms. They let him write on the air in golden text ... and throw those words with deadly accuracy. He is a smooth and dynamic man, and well backed – the Zephyr is tended by Calisara, its spirit, powerful as the ship itself, and he works for the Seven Sages, a powerful council of northern spirits.
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| − | One of those, the goddess of music, Lowyn Innocent-Eyes, also known as Sweet Melody, has her sanctum in Whiteshield, and so asked him to help the prince and his assossiates, mostly to throw him away from them – she has no desire that the screams of pain that are now whiteshield become simply moans of passion, and the beauty of music is taken out forever...
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| − | : <b>Calisara</b> is the Spirit of the Zephyr, and is as powerful as the ship itself. Her large eyes are quicksilver within beautifully-rounded pearls. Her lips, like glittering gems. Her body is pale like the fairiest, most sheltered child of the north, milky white. A generous body covered only in swirling paintings of silver, like sharp clouds in a windy day. Calisara walks without touching the ground, as if swimming on air.. Calisara has wings, but they are usually seen only in the corner of one's eyes, shining like sunlight over clouds, which she can unfurl to full radiant majesty when needed.<br><br>Her irises are the inlaid desings in the ship, her lips and eyes its interior, her body its hull, her clothing the clouds that surround it. Her angelic face welcomes all as she floats, touching the ground only barely. A very cheerful and charitable spirit, she is able to take anyone and everyone in - as long as they help and make no trouble. She <i>will</i> insist that people clean after their messes, and will comment on their lives within the Zephyr - as long as it is concerned, whatever they are doing, they do right accross her on the living room. Calisara is prestative and happy to serve, but in no way submissive, one of the most outspoken spirit servants one might ever know.<br><br>Calisara is constantly aware of everything that happens on the Zephyr, and just needs a moment to find anyone, and anything, in it. She can pilot the ship remarkably well, inhumanly so, although not to the level of its intended pilot, an Exalted sailor, and is at home in the winds that the Zephyr sails on, controlling those winds, controlling the very motion, able to control the winds to blow and stop, or to command deadly windy knives, cutting air to protect her self and charge...
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| − | <b>Domiel Wintering,</b> the Ashing Dove, is musician and a coward. Born of the mating between his human father and a pleasure-slave Fair Folk Commoner who had long ago been gifted to his family, Domiel was destined to be outcast from proper society the moment he entered the world. Rural nobility in the northern most tip of Windia, his family was wealthy by local standards, though far from rich. Their lands had the good fortune to be occupied by the Summer Circle, a tiny court of Raksha whose Story was one of friendship with the locals and who wound Domiel up into their drama from an early age. Much of his youth was spent with his eccentric cousins, learning the art of music and love-making instead of learning how to manage his family lands, and it was with them that he Exalted in a flurry of music and passion that would leave an imprint forever on his soul.
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| − | The beautiful, pale musician desired nothing more than a life of leisure and pleasure; as often on someone else’s coin as could be arranged. Escaping his fathers desire for him to marry quickly, the Ashing Dove took to wandering the highways of Windia plying his trade as a musician and a lover – the two skills he excelled at above all else. With a habit for romantic folly, he had to take to his heels out of many towns and villages, but his reputation as a musician was one of such sought after prestige that unwitting noblemen and even kings invited him to play in their courts. It would be this reputation which saw him as guest of honor at a certain party. A party whose events inadvertently lead this cowardly man to rescue the princess Carina Holysword from the hands of the Bishop’s forces and set him on a path to become the unlikely care-taker of the young prince Cedric Holysword.
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| − | Happy to avoid the danger and adventure of the on-coming war, Domiel has since taken the prince and the servant girl who attends the lad back to his families estate to keep them safe.
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| − | Domiel is a startling beautiful man; fine figured and fair featured. Far too beautiful, in fact. The sheer perfection of his physical form is… unnatural. It disturbs something primal within mortal kind and makes them uncomfortable around him. He is all pale grays and whites – from hair to eyes to clothing, yet holds just enough pigment in his skin to fall short of a true albino. Perpetually short of money, his clothing is often cheap yet worn with enough grace and poise to seem fashionable none the less.
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| − | Coward that he is, Domiel avoids confrontation whenever possible and possesses few natural skills to help him over come this. He carries a fiddle known as Lover’s Sweet Sigh that can arouse passion in even the coldest hearts and rides upon a beautiful fire-elk named Kitrain, both gifts to him from the Summer Circle. Something dark and powerful does lurk within the beautiful musician, though he calls it out only in desperation. But to most the world, he seems what he is – a playboy and a lazy aristocrat gliding through life on the gifts he was born with.
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| − | <b>[[GoldenCat/Fiona|Fiona]]</b> is a Twilight Caste Solar Exalted. A cute young lady, her face almost child-like with big hazel eyes and a her warm amber brown hair tied in a high ponytail, bangs cut close to the brow, but longer around her ears, a body that is lithe, slender, all ehr proportions just right, if minimalist. Originally from the East, Fiona Exalted with a drive for knowledge, to know, to discover... what drove her to ruins where she discovered the secrets of Emerald and Sapphire circles of magic, what made her discover so much of history and spirit lore... her quest for knowledge brought her to Whiteshield, where she expected to find ruins, but was instead welcome with open arms by the royal family of a kingdom thriving over First Age ruins...<br><br>...there she met warmth, acceptance and happyness, more than she ever had, a teacher in the Queen, a mother in the head maid, a kindred soul in the prince's nanny, and a passion in the oldest prince... until Whiteshield broke down under the blitzkrieg of the Bishop's forces. Consumed by her <i>duty</i>, her responsability for the royal family, It was because of Fiona that Millia, Cedric and Alex survived, and it was her who stayed behind to cover their escape, over ascending souls of all the palace. And it was then that the Vestal captured her, breaking her, twisting her duty to serve her own ends, sullying her innocence forever.<br><br>Fiona used to dress in clothes of earthy or musky green shades, covering loosely her upper body, but leaving her legs bare, but after her capture, the Vestal has her dress in a minimalist, form-fitting clothing that could only be called an attempt of a lingerie to actually cover, covering most of her body in golden and purple laces, thigh high stockings and gloves past her elbow, golden chains around them. Yellow-gold veils come from its thighs, covering almost up to her knees... a dress for mistresses of Whiteshield the Vestal took, and which fit her newest slave quite well... and, of course, a black choker, marking her as a property of the church.
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| − | The torture lasted for most of Calibration, breaking Kanti's mind and soul, scarring her body with an intricate pattern of necromantic significance. As a final act of cruelty, the Vestal bade Berengiere to twist her screams into a garment for her, leaving her clad in her own torment. Broken and afraid, Kanti is in the service of the Vestal, at least for now.
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| − | Possessed of long raven-black hair, the beautiful Crimson Dragoness is covered in dark necromantic scars, forming a pattern disturbing to those with even a passing knowledge of Necromancy. The robes she wears, crafted of her own screams, shimmer and shift through all the spectrum of blood, depending on how the light catches them. Their form is mockery, bearing no small resembalance to the robes of an Immaculate monk, though revealing an amount of skin more appropriate to a Southern courtesan.
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| − | Selina lives on the Dark Wood, a powerful woodland manse just out of Nexus, and acts as a mystical assassin, and a well-paid one at that, most of the time. She has pledged herself to the Immaculate Order, and takes jobs from the more cynical ones there from time to time. Wreathed in a black leather leotard made wuth Soulsteel, high boots and long gloves, she is a beauty to behold, ravishing curves flaunted by her dress, great midnight-black wings behind her, pale blonde hair down her waist, and predatory turquoise eyes...
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| − | <b>[[Greymane/SeventhMoon|Seventh Moon]]</b> was born into a world of pain and poverty within Whiteshield’s dirty industrial city, the [[Greymane/Boil|Boil]]. The bastard off spring of a refugee from a village outside the city and an unknown Lunar assailant, the wild child was abandoned by his mother at the age of four, left alone in their shanty home within the Ash District. Like so many orphans of the Boil, his choice was starvation or damnation – to waste away as a forgotten feature of the smoky landscape or to integrate himself into the youth gangs who hunted the streets. Even from that age however, Seventh Moon was determined to survive and managed to earn himself a place with one of the less violent gangs in the city, the Half-Moon Howling Alley Pack.
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| − | Serving in Sijan, Alexsei learned the trade of the funeral priest, a profession that completed his duties as Chosen of Endings perfectly. Alongside Iluun and Gaijutsu, Alexsei waged many a battle in the Black Chase, fighting the servants of the Malfeans there for some years. The campainging against the Malfeans were a changing experience for the young Sidereal who, having seen much bloodshed in these dark years, has preferred the peaceful path since then. In the aftermath of their service, Alexsei, Iluun and Gaijutsu realized how the strands of their fate were seemingly intertwined, and decided to use a powerful divination ritual in order to uncover the truth of the matter, and find guidance in knowing what was to come.
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