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A Circle of Solars

Here's my shot at a challenge. This Circle is a Circle of revolutionaries and terrorists.

His-Eyes-Are-Forest-Fire, also called Iri, once known as Ienka Sowun, the Thrice-Annointed Hunter of the Soaring Sunfire

Background

Some kids are useless. Simply useless. Iri was a proof. Unlike his six brothers and sisters, Iri was a troublemaker and a delinquent. Since young, he was quick to swing his fists at others. Iri's father punished him, but after a while, he seemed to make a sport out of enduring his father's ordeals. Because he liked to fight so much, Iri was made to tend the sheep. Surely, he was good at fighting off the wolves and other predators, but it seemed that the safety of the family livelihood was not of the primary concern. In the end, his father gave up. He accepted that he had sired a delinquent and ceased to expect anything from this little hellion.

Now that his father's attention was elsewhere, Sowun was finally free to chase his dreams. Somehow, the first thing he chose was the bow. With the bow in hand, Sowun roamed the woods and hunted beasts. Archery came to him naturally... The bow, to this delinquent, was like the voice to a poet and the vision to a hero. It was a part of him, and through the arrow his will was expressed. Finally, Sowun has found himself. He had no more reason to rebel.

At first, he began with game animals. Soon he sought for vicious predators and ferocious beasts. Oftentimes his throat and his stomach would burst with blood, but Sowun was young and healthy. His passion for the hunt and the competition fueled his body, and by simply dreaming about the ecstacy of conquest, he would feel as if he had recovered from a fatal wound over a night's sleep. But soon enough, even the most exotic and the most deadly of the forest's creatured offered Iri no more of his only joy. If he couldn't find a worthy prey to stalk, he would have burst and die.

Exaltation

The kid's obsessession and ambition was pure. It was of the most delectable kind to the Fair Folk who valued courage and conflict. Many enjoyed his fiery passion as some of the more strange preys he sought to hunt. But, on one moonless night, a Fae decided that Sowun needed a truly worthy challenge--none of these mindless beasts will satiate his thirst now. With his Gossamer bow, Gossamer robe and Gossamer mask, the scourge entered Iri's hunting ground and stalked him in his sleep.

The Raksha and the hunter traded blows--close blows, that could have easily killed one another. To them, each slash and each shot were like the sound of a lover's name and his caress. The way the blades and the arrows moved, it was a lustful dance of two lovers to a primal beat, much like the beating of excited hearts. The maddening need to kill one another was overwhelming, like the ecstacy in the embrace of your love. Through the entire night, the couple loved for one another.

It was perhaps the most invigorating feeling he has seen in a Creation-born. He wished it would last forever, but the sun was rising, and he knew that, as love must end, their duel must come to an end. Sowun recognized the sudden increase in his hunter's aggression. For the first time in his life, he has truly feared for his death--and the joy of surviving it eclipsed the most sensual pleasures he has experienced. The arrows of the Raksha hunter became more and more wicked and the Solar's arrows matched his, each tip charged with burning Essence. As the first ray of the morning sun pierced through the forest, Iri's arrow pierced through the Fae's dream-robe and dream-heart.

Thus, that morning, Iri was thrice-annointed; with the call of the bow and the arrow, with the fire of the soaring sun, and with the blood of his only lover.

Personality

Iri is haughty, gallant and fearless in the utmost. He is neither afraid to laugh and to drown the others with the loudness of his laughter, regardless of the context or his position. If anyone's got a problem with him laughing when he wants to, they will have to silence him by slitting his throat--and he knows that that's just impossible, so he laughs.

His self-given nickname, Iri, refers to the noble wolf in the language spoken by his family and his tribe. It is possible that he chose this simply because this sounds cool--he was only 15 years old when he Exalted, after all. Perhaps, his personality could be said to be wolfish by some. When asked to verify this supposition, Iri would laugh a laughter loud enough to kill a man and wake a corpse. "That is a hilarious thing to hear," he would roar, "Because--Hah! How dare you compare me to a prey animal like a wolf? Child, I am no wolf. I am the champion of the Unconquered Sun himself."

Appearance

Many people are disappointed by the sight of His-Eyes-Are-Forest-Fire. The popular imagination is that he is a hellish Anathema, half-goat and half-man, with a bow made of a forest god's bones and sinews. Sadly, he is none of these things (he might resemble the entities described in dispositions and tastes, however.)

Iri still looks to be 15 years old. As tall as a tall boy and as large as a large boy, his stature isn't exactly impressive. However, his relatively small frame is muscle trained and inured to the point of resembling an ancient oak. His body is tightly bound in strength and dexterity. His skin is of dark brown complexion, a hue between the hue of wet earth and dry bark. His hair is dull white-gray, with silvery tints here and there. Though he wouldn't say it, this is the color the blood that annointed him on the morning of his Exaltation. Iri keeps hair chest-length hair tightly bound with a string of brilliant white, which was once the string of his lover's Gossamer bow. To a mortal man, his eyes are perhaps the only unsettling sight. In the ires, shining red flame dances against his jade green eyes.

When Iri hunts, he covers his legs and lower torso with a folded Gossamer robe. He doesn't much care to protect his upper body, since nobody can even touch him anyways.

Current Status

Iri considers himself a big game hunter. Others consider him a disaster. When he is not conspiring with his Circlemates and helping them out, Iri spends his time in the forests, seeking a suitable prey to hunt. Ever since he murdered his lover, this hunter of the Dawn Caste could not quite enjoy hunting mundane creatures. He needed something more. He needed to fill this void their one-night affair created. So far, he has stalked many elementals and demons, making his name known to the elemental courts and the Yozi cults.

Motivation

Ultimately, he wishes to hunt all of the war gods in the Celestial Bureaucracy with his bow and arrows. He has realized that they may out of his league. For now, hunting a Dragon-Blooded of each Aspects and stuffing their bodies to be his trophy will satisfy his greed for glory. When that is over, he'll look for something more demanding, perhaps... a Lunar? Iri is aware that Lunars are tough, but he doesn't know how tough. He will have to find that out himself.

Desert Azalea, Favored Harlot of the Great Forks, the Shadow-Shattering Eye of the Sun at the Highest

Motivation

Azalea plots to kill every Terrestrials on the Blessed Isle. Her wrath is like the wrath of a desert sun. She will not cease until the Blessed Isle becomes nothing but an isle of sand.

Isaya, Destroyer of Sickness and Healer of Hopelessness, the Sunset which Sets Darkness Aflame

Current Status

Isaya occupies herself with the task of healing the sick and caring for the weak. Recently, she has directed her attention to the study of mortal herbalism and thaumaturgy. She has accepted that Isaya alone will not be enough to reduce the suffering of the world. Only when they are taught to take care of themselves and protect themselves from plagues, her desire will be achieved.

Motivation

This Twilight doctor wishes to destroy death. Whether this will be achieved through a widespread understanding of the medical arts or through the irrevocable destruction of the Deathlords, she has yet to decide.

Amber Horizon, the Adored of the Uncharted Waters and the Cherished of the Labyrinthine Forests, the Choirmaster of the Glittering Infinite Sky

Current Status

Scavenger Lord Extraordinnaire. She would like to travel the world more than loot it, but travel requires resource and information. For now, she will need to focus on gathering the appropriate materials and knowledge, so the future expeditions to the lost part of Creation will be of little trouble.

Motivation

Amber is the least ambitious of her Circle. Currently, she dreams of mapping the entirety of Creation to the tiniest of the details. To do so, she will need to see the entirety of Creation herself. Upon visiting Malfeas, she has thought about shifting her attention from Creation to the incomprehensible Demon City. She decided not to, though. Amber is much more realistic compared to her Circlemates.