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Parents: Mostly deceased, names unknown
Siblings:Mostly deceased, names unknown

Obtaining a cohesive history from Phoenix is a task of significant magnitude, for time, as a force, appears to act differently upon her mind than it does to most others. It is clear, however, that she was normal once, and sane. That she lived on the outer reaches of what became the Noble Lands, where a language other than Common was still spoken. How long they lived this way is unsure, Phoenix's own accounts varying from non-existent to vague, but she is clear on her family, as they were. Mother, Father and Brother, all of whom she references often, yet cannot assign names to, other than their relation. As Phoenix's accounts continue, from this point onwards the timeline becomes increasingly uncertain, though she can describe, with clarity, the moment the Noble soldiers arrived, their torching of her home, and the capture of herself and her kin. Here, often, she will seek another topic, becoming distracted or completely uncommunicative. If pressed, however, the catalogue of tortures laid upon the young Phoenix and her family is long, sickening, and expressed with an utter lack of emotion.

It is only when it comes to the death of her kin that Phoenix appears to express any connection to the memory, and even this appears to be vague at best. She is clear, however, in it's outcome; three other souls bound intimately with her own, through magic she does not have the desire, nor drive, to understand. They were separate, she would explain, and then they were not. Once again the accounts of Phoenix's time from this point become vague and vary wildly in chronology, her immediate escape mixed with events that occurred only months before her arrival at the Rebellion.

There is little question that this initial experience with the Nobles caused utter insanity, the shattering of Phoenix's mind the only method of coping with the horrors visited on her, and her kin. The severity of the symptoms, however, varies wildly depending on her mood, and her company, at times completely lucid, at others nigh unreachable. Over time she has developed a particular attachment to Alannara Lasheea, whom she appears to have adopted as a maternal figure, and though her, her shieldmate, Adrian Rustam. It is this bond which delivered the pair's offspring into Phoenix's care, a duty she views with utter seriousness. She is also displays an increasing bond with the head mage, Reaver Zerstorung, his views appearing to guide her own in matters regarding both magic, and combat.

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Ramiel DeMarco - Deceased King

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Ramiel DeMarco - Child King

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Husband: Ramius DeMarco (Deceased)
Children: Ramiel age 2
Occupation:Dowager Queen/Mage in training

Salindra is the daughter of one of the Corrupt Nobles, Lord Varesha Vashal, of Vashal Keep of the Sundarian Plains. At age 6, one of the Lord's nobles, seeing the little girl fighting off some of the bullies allowed to roam the castle, seeming to imitate the sword fighting that was practiced on the fields, felt sorry for the young lady. Going to Lord Vashal, he had himself appointed her protector and then, on the pretext of riding and learning their vast estates, took her to a hidden glade and began to teach her sword-play. It was when she turned 14, her ethereal beauty catching the eye of one of the lecherous, older wizards hired by Lord Vashal, that the training was discovered. Scrying for whence she and her protector vanished to each day, he learned of the training sessions and went to his lord and protested. Upon their return that day, her only true friend was pulled from his horse and beheaded before her eyes.

Raging, she sprang from her own horse, only to be backhanded by her father, who declared that from henceforth she would be confined to the women's quarters until she learned more seemly behavior and that a husband would be found for her to keep her in check. Banished to her quarters, rage and sorrow blazing within her, she learned a dark secret she dared not let anyone in the keep learn. In her fury, while pacing her rooms, weeping for her departed friend, suddenly, the small fire within the fireplace raged as if to consume everything within its reach. Shock was the only thing that halted the blaze, dampening her rage and sorrow as horror overwhelmed her. She had seen to what use the mages within the keep were used and fear became her abiding companion.

In an effort to hide any trace of her new abilities, she appeared to become exactly as her father wished, a meek and biddable lady, whose pursuits only included those that were appropriate for the women's bower. That is, until her 16th birthday when her father advised her that she would be wed to an old lord who had already beaten his previous wives to death for not producing the son he so desired. Remaining still and meek before her father, she began to plan. She first began to sneak food to her chamber from the larder, then, with the excuse of mending, managed to conceal a set of male clothing her size. She waited for a night when the two moons of Avarill left the planet in darkness, then binding her breasts and hiding her silver mane of hair beneath a cap, dressed and slipped out of her chambers, striding to the stables as if sent there. Saddling one of the lesser horses, she rode out, roughening her voice at the gate when she was challenged, saying that 'he' was being sent on a personal errand for the lord. Since these personal errands usually meant that someone in the village would die that night, the guards opened the postern gate and allowed 'him' to pass. Unhindered, she rode out in the night and started northwest, where she knew the rebels were hidden.

One night, chancing upon a band of drunken soldiers, she remained hidden until they slept, then crawling on her belly to the edge of the clearing, managed to obtain a sword and sheath and slipping out without being detected. Feeling safer, she continued towards the Rebel Stronghold. After days and nights of sneaking through the lands of the Nobles, she finally entered the stronghold of the Rebels, offering her abilities with the sword to them.

It was Reaver who confronted her about her untrained abilities, warning her that if she didn't begin to learn to use them, they would begin to use her. Frightened, she tentatively agreed to consider having him tutor her gift. It wasn't long after he began to train her to shield her abilities properly, a grounding for further training, that she met and fell in love with Ramius DeMarco, the only remaining heir to the long, dead lineage of royalty. Wedding her, bedding her, Ramius soon began to abandon her, seeking out knowledge in an attempt to win back his throne and defeat the Corrupt Nobles that ruled the land. Learning that he was going to begin a journey to seek the knowledge necessary to defeat them and not knowing she had already conceived his child, she insisted on joining him on his quest, despite his adamant protests to the contrary.

They set out and a month after their journey began, Ramius disappeared. Wandering alone within the lands of the Nobles, seeking her husband, growing great with child, she finally gained succor from an old noble, living alone with only his servants. She abided with him, acting as chatelaine to his estates until she gave birth. It was only at the birth of her son that she learned that the life she had lived was a ruse. The ancient noble, his features obscured by magic to deceive her, now held her and her son, Ramiel, captive within the his hands.

She was allowed to continue as chatelaine of the keep, yet bound by magic to remain, her son the key to her obedience, for while she could leave, if Ramiel was taken from the keep, he would shortly wither and die. She was allowed to train her magics, the lord agreeing on one thing with the Rebel mage, her magic, untrained, could irreparably harm not only her, but also her son, linked by blood, as well as any of those without shielding around her. With this in mind, he gave her certain books to study, modified to contain her abilities. Salindra is a journeyman class wizardess, with very limited spells in her repertoire.

When Ramiel reached the age of three years, Adamire had within his keeping the rebel, Phoenix. During one of his plans for torture, he brought Salindra to observe for she had begun to challenge him in protection of her son. Phoenix escaped and Salindra made the error of laughing when Adamire's plans were thwarted. Soon after, Adamire bespelled Salindra and had her taken to a village on the border of the rebel encampment. In a letter to Salindra, bespelled to look like a writ of passage through Noble lands, Salindra learned that Adamire had cast her away from her son due to the fact that she had defied him once too many. She was also advised that it had been "proven" that she had killed a minor Noble, one that had been partial to the rebel cause, and if she returned to Noble lands, she would be tried for murder. Being gated to StoneTalon, she informed the rebels of her circumstances.

Cantrips

Detect Poison
Daze
Flare
Dancing Lights
Mending
Open/Close
Prestidigitation
Read Magic

First Level

Alarm
Grease
Mage Armor
Obscuring Mist
Unseen Servant
Comprehend Languages
Color Spray
Ventriloquism
Erase
Feather Fall

Second Level

Protection from Arrows
Detect Thoughts
Locate Object
Cat's Grace
Dark Vision
Endurance

Third Level

Tongues
Wind wall
Illusionary Script
Secret Page

Fourth Level

Minor Creation
Locate Creature
Scrying
Illusionary Wall

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Character's Family: The Royal house of the high elves, ruling family. Father: Vaedaer Byli'os Aelael'Cysti (Peoples voice of elven home)
Mother: Dead in birthing of a younger sister who didn't survive
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Brother: Thor'vyr

Weapon: While his sword is not persay, special in fighting or even social standings, it does call centering only to him, a focal point sort of. It is nothing that would make it harder, stronger or even more deadly in his hands, it is a meditative tool only, a sedative to his mind to aid him in keeping his emotions at bay.

Having watched and helped in his youth,(perhaps 12 or 13) he became a prince through a series of works and civil war that brought forth his family into ruling order. Since that time he earned many titles, for titles in high elf society become part of ones name, so his full name wasn't given above, si Ma'eryl Tara'es (the season master), Tylor'm Byli ( Council's voice),Caedaes s'Cyrdaedi(keeper of Knowledge), Voli (prince) Fera'emar ( Honor Champion) Alean'ghymn ( Of the Noble line of the Forgotten Ways), however is his full name. He earned The Season Master title for going through the full schooling of the seasons, in high elf culture this being a school not only of magics, but combat, tactics, artisans, scholars, and all branches of society in general.

The Forgotten Ways is actually part of his name due to this, they are rare in the high elves, conjurers in their own right who call up the elements rather then those that exist, for example, a flame burns on a candle. While most elves would work with that existing flame, he is not limited to that, but rather calls to the elemental energies themself to manifest fire, water, earth or winds. This however comes at a high cost, from anything as minor as high fever to full out sickness and catotonic states. The more he calls the more it taxes his body and mind, shattering him with the emotions he calls forth to wield these elements for that is the only way he knows to call them into existence.

Other then magics he studies constantly, and has mastered smithing of metals and ores. Basic mechanics, from study with dwarves near their province. He earned the right to be called Blade Singer from a group of Drow, a strange story in itself that served to aid him in his emotionless state. Horse training, Solider training in combat and tactics. Diplomacy. Agriculture to a point. Herbalism, basics, nothing heavily advanced, and mostly poisons more then healing. Basic healing in the field, splints and such.

While I do not say he grew expert in all these things, he grew adept in certain areas of each area. His tactics and diplomacy came into question after the Wood elf wars, in this he was the diplomat and voice of the people in that realm. He gave them little chance to state a case after what his people felt were sins to their own. He had butchered the patrols of the woodelves, taking their heads before the council of the woodelves and having them poured out before them, declaring war with the tribe. He became a champion in this, his leadership was unmatched as was the fact their casualties ranged in the single digits. During his time in testing to become Season Master he was sent out in a nature walk, a time where you have what you wear and survive in the wildernesses for a full turning of the seasons.

Then you come back with that which you learned, though his learning was most tragic. He brought back with him a tail of almost drowning after ice broke beneath his weight, and through this he found he could call upon the elements, something his teachers thought him not adept at considering he could harness those already existing. He's a conjurer of the elements, it is triggered by emotion and therefore he has little control for it is looped, self perpetuating. He found cold to be the most comforting, they called him Walking Winter, which was something they only called those taken in by war to a point of not functioning in society. He earned respect with many outer tribes though his own people do not understand his hardships for his brother and he have never seen eye to eye, they hate one another to a point of near murder numerous times.

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Wandering astray, the demon had come across a strange band of humans where a woman by the name of Nara, challenged him. Intrigued and irritated by her lack of respect, he accepted�and lost. After his defeat, the demonic equine respectfully and humbly accepted his name and position as the woman�s mount. He has also accepted her �friendship� and considers no other his master, but her.

Little is known of the demon�s life prior to coming across the Rebellion but it appears as though he knows little of his own skills as a Nightmare...Either that, or he chooses to show little of it.

Beauty possesses an array of abilities familiar with his breed. Or at least, that is what some believe. Showing little of his strengths, the demon acts more like a horse then a demon.

His breed means it all, and although being male, he does not fall short of his special trait. Beauty can invade another�s mind whether they are asleep or not and create hellish images and terrifying feelings within them. The more the being holds doubt and fear within their heart, the easier he can invade and bring those emotions to a boil, petrifying his prey, or breaking a sound mind.

It is unknown whether he can or cannot step through the shadows or pass through ethereal planes as other Nightmares have been known to do. If he can, then he chooses not to reveal it. Perhaps the only being who would know such a thing would be his Master.

Although he is demonic, he is surprisingly quite civil�to those he feels deserve his respect, at least. Because of this, Beauty prefers to only associate with his Master and those she holds close and dear. Gaining his trust is difficult but those who do will quickly find out he is extremely loyal and devoted.

He dislikes healers and prefers staying away from them even if they are close with his Master. And although he has the figure of a horse, he refuses to be treated like one. The one and only being allowed to use him as a mount is Nara unless she alone asks him to carry someone else.

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Occupation:Fighter
Weapons: Warhammer, Light Crossbow, Great Axe, Dagger
Armor: Scale Male and Shield

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Mathiu was born the youngest of four sons, children of a minor Noble who was the primary supplier of materials, both raw and finished, to the greater Nobles. Stone, cloth, ores, weapons, whatever was tasked to them was fulfilled as quickly as possible, and had been for generations by the time of Mathiu's birth. As the youngest, Mathiu was not expected to take over the primary business, but was required to undertake the full gamut of education required of all his father's sons, in the event of his elders' passing or even placement in a lesser management position within the business itself. Raised properly as all Noble families demanded, he learned both the ways of the court, as well as a firm but not solidly-founded fear of the nonhuman races.

However, it was not until late in his education that Mathiu discovered something entirely unique to his experience: Knowledge, untouched by living hands in more generations than even he could imagine. Even the language was unknown, and took him more hours than he cared to count in trying to translate and/or learn. Eventually, however, he did succeed, and began to learn of an ancient science that had been lost for ages beyond measure: Transmutation. It was not magic, for it did balance cost and effort against the results, but it was also not simple physical exertion either. Rather, it was an understanding of the properties of non-living matter, how it was constructed, and how it could be altered to suit the transmuter's needs, within reason. Mathiu learned and learned, studying with a will as he had never approached his previous schooling, and became truly proficient in the science of Transmutation. Then one day, without any warning whatsoever, he was called back home and regretfully had to leave the texts behind, though he had gleaned every scrap of knowledge he could from them already.

His return to the place of his birth was no tearful homecoming, however, for he was almost immediately sequestered and tested on the extent of his education, how much he had absorbed and what cleverness he might wield in its implementation. A brilliant lad, he very nearly surpassed even his father's understanding of such things, but his objections were strong and persistent. "How can we use such methods on our own people, father? They are not simply animals, any more than you or I. They hunger, they need to sleep, yet we drive them as we would oxen. It's all so inefficient, and needlessly cruel," he stated to his patron, who flew into such a rage that it was necessary for Mathiu to retreat into his chambers until his father cooled off. From that moment, they could never seem to agree on anything, including his father's wish to use magic in the harvesting and processing of materials. Once more, Mathiu's voice rose to challenge. "Why magic? It is an unstable power, dangerous to both the users and the things it's used upon. Unreliable, and by my observations, it eventually drives its wielders mad with illusions of power!"

That was the last straw, and his father threw an ultimatum in his face: Behave and work in the business like his ancestors, or leave and never return. Mathiu withdrew to his chambers once more, and set to planning that night. Over the following week, he gathered the resources he felt would best suit him for traveling, then left one night with a full pack and one of his father's favorite horses. A letter had been written as well, and left on his pillow, explaining his decision though he did not expect his father to understand in the slightest, and he began to travel away from the heart of the Nobles' empire.

It was not long before Mathiu began to understand the burden of his special knowledge, and it came unexpectedly. He had arranged to stay in the loft of a farmer's barn, in exchange for some doing some work around the farm, and had decided to repay the kindness by repairing some of the old, broken tools that were piled in the corner. The farmer must have seen, by chance, what he had been doing, for he awakened late in the night to the sound of voices, arguing about how they were going to capture Mathiu and the things they might convince him to do with his 'magic'. He waited until they were nearly upon him, feigning sleep, then transmuted the hay in the loft into bindings that would hold the men until Mathiu could be well clear of the area, which he proceeded to undertake with all haste. This taught him a lesson he has yet to forget: Never trust anyone with more information than they need, particularly when it comes to Transmutation. The world, in his eyes, was not ready for the knowledge, and so he sought a place where he might be able to do good without falling prey to the greed of others.

Mathiu

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Mother:Christina Swan - Deceased
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She couldn�t remember who she was...
All she had were her dreams.
She wasn�t able to speak...
All she had was the memory of such a sound.

The household called her Calliope Autumn, but she was always better known as. �Slave Autumn, bring us some more wine. Or Slave Autumn, play us some music on your Lyre.� And they would laugh at her, laugh at her disability. What a hoot! The mute girl playing music!

She was a slave, in a place called Gilroy�s cot, where once hers was the barest of existences: an endless cycle of drudgery and exhaustion and dull fear. Her music was the only thing that had kept her going and the memory of a past she could not piece together.

Calliope was still too young to have given up hope of escape, although as she approached adulthood, and began better to understand her own limitations, she understood it to be a childish dream. Freedom was a fantasy she gnawed obsessively in her few moments of leisure, like an old bone with just a trace of meat; and like all illusions, it left her hungrier than before, only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse...

Calliope had belonged to a Bardic house as her mother before her. This house was a place where potential bards would come and learn their craft from the best teachers.

With the nobles views on any use of magic, and Bardism as a form of sorcery, the Bardic house ran itself in secret; for if there was no one to monitor and teach the new bloods, who else would and how would they learn?

In a twist that wasn�t really surprising, for a Bardic house to be legitimate, they needed to be approved by the nobles, who would then proceed to bring out a curriculum they needed to follow. A curriculum that would monitor what was being taught. Censorship was taken to a new level.

It was under this regime that the Bards lived... Calliope�s mother was a talented Bard; bright, intelligent and enthusiastic, a feisty woman who disliked the regime. Calliope�s father was a man unknown to her but there was the suspicion that he was another Bard.

Calliope, who had never been a Calliope but a Melia suffered through a fateful day that saw the death of her mother and all that she had know. Melia had been twelve and on the cusp of woman hood.

It had been the twisted who scarred the young girl for life, it had taken one moment for shock and terror to steal her voice, and steal her memories. She was found by Gilroy�s men, wandering aimlessly, bloodied and torn and it was from there that she became known as Calliope Autumn.

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