[ gwendoline christie, cis woman, forty four, she/her ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and AVELINE STRAKER is one spoken more often than most. the HUMAN has lingered in the city for SIX MONTHS, working as a BODYGUARD AND SELL-SWORD. depending on who you ask they’re either LOYAL or SUBSERVIENT. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in A SWORD KEPT SHARP AS PRAYER, BLOOD DRIED BENEATH THE FINGERNAILS OF A KNEELING KNIGHT, and THE TERRIBLE SILENCE AFTER WAKING FROM A DREAM THAT WANTED YOU DEAD, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
suicide tw
More than twenty years ago she arrived in Oxenfurt with ink on her fingers and poetic ambitions. She studied literature, spent late nights buried beneath books and candlelight, and imagined a future built upon a litany of beautiful words. It was there she met some of the people who would become the centre of her world. She learned a lot there, including the youthful notion that one's youth will last forever.
It did not.
During her final years at the academy, a terrible tragedy unfolded within the halls of residence. Students began to withdraw into themselves. Despair spread through the building like a sickness. Three young scholars took their own lives before the truth was uncovered: a malevolent creature had made its lair beneath the academy and was feeding upon those above. By the time a witcher arrived to destroy it, Aveline's life had already been divided into a before and an after. When the dust settled, she left. Book learning had not been enough to save her peers; it had taken a strong arm wielding a sword.
So, Aveline abandoned academia and took to the roads instead. What began as messenger work and caravan guard contracts became a way of life. Always she had been tall, but gawky; this new lifestyle broadened her shoulders and grew her muscles, and now she is as physically intimidating as any Witcher. For more than two decades she wandered the continent, earning a dependable, stubborn reputation. Merchants, pilgrims, refugees, and fools with more coin than sense all found themselves under her protection at one point or another.
Though she has never sought glory, Aveline has spent much of her life trying to make herself useful. She knows too well what it means when nobody arrives in time. Perhaps because some part of her still feels indebted to the years she was given after Oxenfurt. Now, she will always stand between danger and an innocent bystander.
After years spent wandering, the roads have finally led her to Novigrad, where she may confront ghosts she has been running from for most of her life.
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in Novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and IRIS VAN RINDE is one spoken more often than most. the HUMAN has lingered in the city for ELEVEN YEARS, working as a/an OWNER OF THE SERPENTINE BATHHOUSE. depending on who you ask they’re either RESILIENT or DETACHED. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in QUIET FOOTSTEPS IN A DARKENED CORRIDOR, THE RATTELING OF GILDED CHAINS, and STEAM RISING FROM WARM WATER IN ORNATE STONE POOLS , the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
Bio in bulletpoints (tw: Child labor, manipulation)
Iris’ childhood was no warm nest but a game of survival. Born the fourth of five children to a destitute family in the small town of Rinde, near the Temerian border, Iris was sold into service to the Count of Troffke at the age of ten. Her parents, unable to care for all of their children, saw it as a mercy. A place she would get fed, perhaps learn a thing or two with the small chance that she might once rise above their faith.
The young girl quickly proved her worth as a sharp-eyed, silent, and resourceful servant. Not only quick with her tasks, but resourceful as well. The Countess, impressed by both wit and discretion, chose her to be a personal informant within the household. A child nobody expected to listen became a resourceful shadow within the household. Little by little, Iris became more proficient in the art of espionage and learned the value of secrets.
Iris was never mind to uncover secrets of the lady of the house herself, so it was a fire that would almost certainly cause her to get burned. At the age of 14 she uncovered the Countess’s affair with Sigismund Dijkstra, a rising power in Redanian politics. A secret she kept with her safely for over 2 years until it came to light. When the affair was exposed along with several allegations of high treason, the Count and Countess chose exile over execution. A deal offered to them by the sly Redanian, who had returned wielding more power than ever before. Iris intends to flee with them, but Dijkstra, seeing her potential, intercepted her with the offer of a deal: five years of unyielding loyalty in exchange for her life and future freedom.
The five year mark came, after years spent training and serving missions in various parts of the known world where Redania needed eyes. It was during this time that the man she had always reported to fell from grace at the court of King Radovid. With the change in power, Sigismund found a way to track Iris down and presented her with a contract she had no recollection of signing. Still trapped in his web, knowing well enough he still had contacts that could track her down, she followed. Witnessing another rise, but this time not in the light but in the darkness of the criminal world. Under the alias Sigi Reuven, Dijkstra co-founds the Syndicate, an underground alliance of criminals and corrupt officials who claimed their aim was to stabilize Novigrad’s chaos. Eleven years ago, he placed Iris in the Serpentine Bathhouse, a place where city dwellers came to relax, merchants camee to discuss investments and the heads of the criminal underworld planned their murky dealings. A den of secrets he entrusted her with, only because she was still firmly in his grasp. She learns the art of power and laundering influence, all while masking her true allegiance.
Iris excelled in her role, turning the bathhouse into a hub for Novigrad’s locals and underworld alike. She charmed, blackmailed, and outmaneuvered rivals, slowly earning the respect. But she would never be content as a simple pawn when she was once promised more. She played the game better than her masters, using her wit, beauty, and ruthlessness to carve out her own influence. The serpent rose.
After six years in Novigrad, and over ten years in Sigismund’s service, Iris renegotiates her freedom with Dijkstra. The details of how she broke free are nothing but whispered words but she emerged no longer his subordinate, but almost his equal. Some whisper she held a blade to his throat. Others that she knew a secret even he couldn’t afford to leak. Whatever the truth, she regained her independence and chose to turn the Serpentine Bathhouse into her sole domain. Forging on to build her own empire as the Serpentine queen, hosting the powerful, desperate and the dangerous - for a price. She knows well enough that the game is endless and she can not afford to lose.
As Novigrad teeters on the brink of rebellion against the Eternal Fire, Iris watches, waits and schemes. She holds little to no loyalty to any faction, focussed manly on her own survival. But the tides are shifting, and the day comes closer that she might need to decide: Will she strike from the shadows, or will she finally risks careful steps into the light?
[ olivia cooke, cis female, thirty-two / one hundred and forty, she/her ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and CELESTE OF LARVIK is one spoken more often than most. the MAGE has lingered in the city for A DECADE, working as a MEMBER OF THE LODGE OF SORCERESSES. depending on who you ask they’re either CHARMING or IMPULSIVE. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in A GRIEF THAT COLOURS THE SOUL, REACTING BEFORE THINKING IT THROUGH PROPERLY, and THE WHISPER OF MAGIC ON THE WIND, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
if one were to ask someone to describe celeste, it wouldn't have been unusual for them to call her a woman with reckless abandon. they would describe her as a woman who was loyal to a fault, especially to her siblings. they would tell you that laughter was never far behind where celeste travelled. it would have all been true a few months ago. a few months ago, her sister was still alive, after all. since the death of her sister, there is little left of the woman that was once known. in her place, stands a woman full of a burning rage. a woman who is determined to avenge her sister. a woman who will not allow anyone close to her get hurt again. the reckless woman has realised the true danger of this world and she is determined to not allow history to repeat itself for anyone around her.
HISTORY
the winters of larvik were always rough but that was not what celeste remembers most about her hometown. she doesn't even remember the voices of her parents. no, what she remembers the most are her siblings. her siblings who did whatever they could to ensure that they would survive.
her prevailing memory of her hometown, however, was when she and her siblings were finally taken from their parents. celeste had thought that maybe this would be the start of something good. perhaps they would finally have someone to look after them that wasn't just one another ... and then her brother was taken away. she remembers crying. she remembers screaming for axsel. she remembers sylvi holding her and ensuring that it would be okay.
mage school was not somewhere that celeste thrives. the idea of listening to any person of authority is one that does not sit well with her. her sister soars and celeste is all too happy to ride her coat tails, while making friends, a community for herself in her new home.
once their schooling was done, the sisters move to settle in novigrad and begin to make a life for themselves. one that no-one else can dictate for them. shortly after arriving in the city, celeste and sylvi came across the lodge of sorceresses. finally they find a place for themselves that they had always craved.
except there's still a piece missing. her sisters determination means that they were finally reunited with their elder brother. so many years together were lost but celeste was determined to make up for that. she's determined that the three of them are never separated for too long ever again.
when the hunt for the mages breaks out, her brother isn't in town and celeste has one motivation - to keep her sister safe. except her sister has the exact same motivation and celeste trusts the wrong person. her mind has blacked out a lot of what happened when the eternal fire come for them. she remembers her sister telling her to run. she remembers fighting but ultimately doing as she was told. she remembers hearing her sisters cry as she was murdered. she remembers the feeling of wanting to turn back and help but her feet refusing to do anything other than run.
she remembers finding solace - finally. somewhere safe. someone to be trusted. she remembers telling her brother. the feeling of resentment - of him being so far away - still bubbles within her. the need to avenge her sister is her guiding emotion.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
the betrayer - wanted connection on the main
the saviour - after the death of her sister, y/m took celeste in. they gave her shelter. they protected her. they still continue to protect her. they would've known one another before - we can work on that connection - but over the last few months, they've become more family than just friends ( or even acquaintances )
the ex best friend - this would be another mage. when sylvi died, celeste withdrew from the people that she knew - including the person who had become her closest friend since arriving in the city. she cannot stand the idea that someone she cares about could be taken from her that easily. she swears her heart has turned to stone and she feels nothing for the person that was once everything to her.
the almost - before the death of her sister, there was definitely something between these two. details we can discuss but after sylvi, celeste withdrew from them. she's almost mean to them - much rather keeping them at arms length than allowing them to get hurt because of her.
ringing in your ears. spitting blood into the dirt. a loud bang from somewhere in the distance. testing the cut on your lip with your tongue. fighting dirty. digging your claws in. exit wounds. flying off the handle. absolute carnage. relentless pursuit. a wildfire that consumes all in its path. a sharp-toothed grin. the trail of destruction left in your wake.
statistics.
full name: yair
nickname(s): yair nine-lives (or simply nine-lives)
name meaning: one who brings light
age: one-hundred-and-ninety-two (looks fifty-eight)
date of birth: 16th april
place of birth: niscemi, vicovaro he doesn't remember
current location: novigrad, redania
gender: cis-man
pronouns: he/him
sexual orientation: bisexual
occupation: witcher (school of the cat)
family: none he could name
education: knows his letters well enough to recognise a contract when he sees one, but not much more than that
living arrangements: lives a nomadic lifestyle due to his work
biography. (violence tw)
What little Yair remembers of his life before the School of the Cat is barely worth mentioning. It comes to him in snatches, sometimes: a half-drawn sketch of an alley in a city he can’t name, a faceless boy twice his size, a splash of scarlet painting the cobblestones, and through it all the dull ebb of hunger that would be his constant companion through the years.
His first real memory is of the Trial of Grasses. He can recall the process with startling clarity, each excruciating moment seared indelibly into his mind and written in the very marrow of his bones. Yair knows what it is to be unmade, and then brutally reforged into the shape he was always meant to be. He remembers the spent bodies of the four other would-be Witchers as they were loaded unceremoniously onto a handcart, knowing himself to be the only survivor - the only victor.
They say the Cats were made wrong. Where the mutations taken on during the Trial would usually dull the emotions of other Witchers in order to make them more effective as monster-slayers, those of Feline Witchers were only intensified. As a young man, Yair was already governed by his anger and led around by its short leash, but the other Cats taught him how to use it in his favour - not to control it, but to honour it, to live by it, to accept it as part of himself. It became passion, limitless and unbridled.
It wasn't long before he ventured out into the world alone. The Path was his to travel, and he did so gladly, taking pleasure in the hunt and all its spoils. He slew monsters and humans in equal measure, would do anything for the sake of a thrill, his endless quest to appease the hungry void in his belly driving him ever-onward. After the first decade, he stopped returning to his fellow Cats when winter came.
Somewhere in the lifelong haze of blood and adrenaline, Yair met a witch. His witch. They were the subject of some nobleman's contract and, having no qualms about hunting a person, he pursued them relentlessly across the Kingdom of Cintra. When he finally caught up with them, the pair fought viciously, but the witch vanished before either one could finish the other off. It sparked something in him, meeting the only person who has truly managed to get the better of him - the only contract that remains incomplete in his ledger. It's been eighty years, and the nobleman that wanted their head has long-since met his demise, but Yair's interest in the errant witch has not diminished in the slightest. He's never been very good at letting things go.
In the time since their first encounter, witch and Witcher have crossed paths on a number of occasions, these instances usually ending in violence, for which they both have an appetite. Increasingly, though, they have come to know and respect each other - bound together, every reunion an inevitability. Yair keenly anticipates each one, waiting as only a hunter in pursuit can wait. It's intoxicating, their game of Cat and mouse.
Now Yair finds himself back in Novigrad for the first time in twelve years, brought to the city by the rumour of a katakan skulking in its dark underbelly, and kept there by the crusade of the Eternal Fire. He would not see them deprive him of what he considers his: the witch's life, whatever that means.
other things.
Nine-Lives is not a particularly creative nickname for a Feline witcher, but in Yair’s case it’s particularly apt. People suppose he must be preternaturally lucky to have survived for as long as he has, but he would sooner put it down to his own sheer obstinance - he simply refuses to die.
Yair is heavily tattooed, his body a patchwork of designs that document his travels across the continent. Special mentions go to his left forearm, which bears the likeness of the Lioness of Cintra, and his right ribs, which are covered with the image of a three-headed chimera.
Only the faintest trace of Vicovaro remains in Yair’s accent. He sounds more like an Ebbinger, thanks to the influence of the handful of Cats he grew up around.
If you had the inclination to do so (without offering to fuck or fight him), the most effective way to ingratiate yourself with Yair would be to ask after the tales of his exploits. He’s a surprisingly natural orator, and might’ve made a half-decent bard, in another life.
Yair is a wanted man in the Duchy of Toussaint, and may not return there on pain of death. He knows what he did.
[ alexander dreymon, cisman, forty (one hundred and forty eight), he/him ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and AXSEL OF LARVIK is one spoken more often than most. the WITCHER has lingered in the city for A MONTH, working as a WITCHER (SCHOOL OF THE GRIFFIN). depending on who you ask they’re either CONFIDENT or CARELESS. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in THE LONGING FOR THE WINTER BACK HOME, THE KNOWING SMIRK OF VICTORY WHEN DEALING WITH AN ENEMY and FIGHTING THE URGE OF MINDLESS REVENGE, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
basics.
name: axsel of lavrik
age: forty (one hundred and forty eight)
gender & pronouns: cisman & he/him
sexuality: bisexual/biromantic
specie: witcher
occupation: witcher ( school of the griffin )
family.
parents: who cares :)
siblings: sylvi & celeste
pet: a wolf, though they're in skellige atm.
appearance.
faceclaim: alexander dreymon
hair: brown
eyes: brown
tattoos: a griffin on his shoulder
scars: too many to count
biography.
tw: bad parents, sibling death
larvik was a little town in skellige, the winter there was always rough but still, it was one of the few things that brought you back after everything. you'd think that the rest of it would be filled with memories that you didn't want to relive. like your parents spending time away from the kids that they're supposed to raise, that you resorted to stealing food at times just so you and your sisters will have something while your parents lived like you didn't exist.
then they made it so, didn't they? they sold their three children to a merchant. you didn't fight or scream as you were taken away, because anything would be better than staying here, no? that's what you hoped. you saw yourself being taken from the merchant someplace else and you would still need to take care of your sisters, a goal you never wanted but they are they only thing you have left.
the gods laugh as as the merchant separated you from your sisters. your sisters were sold to a mage school and only than you kicked and screamed, demanding to go with them. but sylvi told you it's okay, that she will take care of the little one and that the three of you will see each other again. still, you kicked and screamed until you were forcefully taken away and made the merchant's life a living hell until he wanted to punish you by selling you to a witcher school, a school that recognized the filth that was the merchant and saved you anyway. shame that the saving came with unbelievable pain.
becoming a witcher was the most painful thing you've ever experienced in your life, of course years later you would laugh, but still you would never wish that pain on another person. the school of the griffin felt like a place that made connections between the witchers and taught of the importance of brotherhood and sisterhood, with the knowledge of magic that came to you like breathing.
slaying monsters for coin has become the norm for you, you were made into a fighter, a thing you've been your entire life without pause, at least now you were at peace. still missing your sisters, but at peace nevertheless. but your family was if not, stubborn and after years of not seeing them sylvi has had enough and the reunion was full of happiness, the two of them becoming powerful mages in their own right. a family, finally reunited.
after the destruction of the school, you went back to skellige- not to lavrik, no, you had no business there unless it was for coin. you simply missed the winter. you were known as reliable when it mattered, but a bit rowdy in your down time because you allowed yourself to truly relax. after all, they were precious moments that didn't come often as a witcher.
when the hunt for the mages began, you heard at first that your sisters were okay but trouble was brewing in novigrad. you stayed, believing that if they needed you, they would call. eventually, they did but by the time you came, the promise you made to yourself ever since you were a child was broken and sylvi was dead. you should've been there at the first sign of trouble, you should've done so much more.
now? there's only the need for revenge in your heart. a need that is being held back by words and actions of the smart and careless. how long will you be able to stay still while the people that have taken away your sister still draw breath?
wanted connections.
axsel's younger sister ( a wc on the main )
sylvi's best friend: a mage & a member of the lodge, this person have known sylvi for a long long time as they probably went to the same magic school together. when sylvi died, this person while wanting revenge for what happened to their best friend as well, is smart enough to know that they need a proper plan and not go straight into battle because they would lose. so they've been basically one of the only reasons axsel has been holding his revenge back.
someone he saved: over the centuries axsel have done a lot for coin. one of those contracts could've been to save y/m or maybe he has stubbled upon them by accident, either way axsel saved them but that was probably years ago and he has been visiting novigrad very rarely. this is probably the first time they've seen him again. we can talk about the little details !
failed contract: while axsel is reliable, not every contract has a happy ending. this person probably paid axsel for something (probably the search of a family member ) and maybe it was too late, maybe this family member turned into a monster and axsel had no other choice but to end their lives. either way this didn't well.
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[ Clinton Liberty, Cis man, twenty seven, he/him ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and APOLLO is one spoken more often than most. the HUMAN has lingered in the city for TWO YEARS, working as a ACTOR at THE BUTCHER’S YARD. depending on who you ask they’re either UPLIFTING or DRAMATIC. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in COSTUMES SWIRLING AS THE CAST GETS READY, A DEEP FEAR OF THE DARKNESS THAT LIES WITHIN THE UNKNOWN, and SLOWLY WATCHING YOUR LIVELIHOOD FALL APART, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
Apollo was born Maponos Apollo aep Modron in the heart of Nilfgaard. As a pacifist, Apollo had avoided most of the expectations needed for a Nilfgaardian youth. His true passion lied within acting, wishing to convey tales and myths
When he was eighteen, Apollo was coerced into joining the Nilfgaardian army. While he managed to get away with clerical roles and avoid combat, it was only a matter of time before he would be forced to realize the crimes Nilfgaard was responsible for
The war started between the Northren Kingdoms and Nilfgaard, Apollo was then forced to perform as a foot soldier
He could not stomach going after innocents. He could not fight. One faithful day, Apollo told his only friend that he was leaving and trusted them with a secret
For months he wandered the countryside before disappearing into Novigrad performing as an actor, just as he originally wanted. His eyes are always on the horizon, watching fearfully for his peaceful choices to catch up with him
[ jessica chastain, ciswoman, forty-three (four hundred and fifteen) she/her ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and VESPERA MIKAELSON is one spoken more often than most. the HIGHER VAMPIRE has lingered in the city for A MONTH, working as a/an UNEMPLOYED / UNKNOWN. depending on who you ask they’re either PLAYFUL or SADISTIC. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in METAPHORS OF CONSUMPTION, GLITTERING EYES AND ROTTING MOUTHS, and SUMMER LIGHTNING, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry.
𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: vespera "vera" mikaelson
𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: vera, sometimes ves or vesper, only those close to her call her vespera
𝚊𝚐𝚎: appears in her mid 30s to mid 40s, is actually 415 years old
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜: higher vampire
𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: full-time menace & rich bitch (has been an opera singer in the past)
𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍: the tower
𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝: chaotic neutral to evil
. . . A L L HER BLOOD aflame WITH PASSION
for all the world knew, vera was born from chaos, arrogance and moonlight. which no one would question if she said so. the truth is far less mythical, the only child and daughter of a coven leader on the other side of the continent who voluntarily passed on centuries ago.
vera however, was born wrong, even for being something monstrous and non-human. from a young age she learned she enjoyed hurting others, pressing their buttons, lying, hurting, leading them astray like the devil himself. humans, other higher vampires- and anything and everything in between were her toys, the world her toybox.
eventually this behavior got to the point where she was exiled from her coven..
vera spent years after that traveling the continent and turning her wrongness outward onto humanity. she was a courtesan in one era, a madame in another, then an information broker, an herbalist, a midwife that stole away children, an innocent beggar,, an innkeeper, a dancer, and most notably and perhaps her most famous and most recent role- a world renowned opera singer.
in each of these roles she inflicted misery onto those around her... breaking apart marriages and families, going on a murdering spree, breaking the minds and hearts of the innocent, and a long list of sins better left to the mysteries of time.
but perhaps the worst of it? she isn't a bad person, or cruel...at least, not intentionally, she is capable of feeling sympathy and empathy, and does often...she's a walking bleeding heart...but much like an animal that is feral or rabid, she has a violence and intensity in her that spills out no matter what she does, no matter how she tries to stop it. so she spends her life going through cycles of extreme grief and guilt. how badly she tries to be good...and how badly she fails every time.
because of this her personality and life has been a study in extremes, extreme highs, extreme lows, she never avoids her feelings but embraces them fully, for better or for worse...
now she has traveled to novigard, following stories of religious upheaval and suffering.
. . .she was like a S T A R, nothing BUT THE BEAUTIFUL ECHO OF DEATH
vera is a certified man hater and believes women and feminine aligned beings to be superior.... sorry
vera is playful, passionate, intense, vibrant, empathetic, charismatic, but also manipulative, vain, arrogant, capricious, impulsive, sensitive, and sadistic. think of her like a cuddly, friendly house cat that got rabies.
she isn't someone who is empty and chasing a high, she is someone who is overflowing and trying to make it stop.
she stopped her physical aging to appear in her 40s because she learned that was the age where she was still beautiful and youthful, while also mature looking enough for people to take more seriously.
[ Alia Bhatt, cis woman, appears thirty three, is closer to her 90s , she/her ] in novigrad, names have a way of reaching the wrong ears, and SAHANA ELVERNA is one spoken more often than most. the MAGE has lingered in the city for TEN YEARS, working as a MEMBER OF THE LODGE OF SORCERESSES. depending on who you ask they’re either CALM or SEETHING. the eternal fire has yet to decide which. their presence is steeped in A LONELY LIGHTHOUSE FACING A COLD, DARK SEA, ORCAS CIRCLING BELOW, and BETRAYAL THAT LEFT A HEART OF ICE, the kind that draws attention… and not always the right kind. speak carefully. the pyres are always hungry
In the Isles of Skellige off the Cintran coast, Sahana was born to two fishers and granddaughter to one druid. In her childhood, it was not uncommon to find Sahana attempting to swim into the cold water
It was then where her unique magic manifested. She was mandated to control her skills. Sahana's powers grew more and more, almost to the point where she lost control.
Sahana took an apprenticeship under one of the more powerful sorcerers, trying to learn how to control her talent more tightly. Unknown to Sahana, the sorcerer ran his own twisted experiments. Keeping her head down, Sahana tried to flee quietly. That is, until her mentor decided to violently turn on her and chase her to the edge.
Running now across the continent from a fellow mage, she spent years in inns and other establishments. Polymorphing into her orca form if there was nowhere on land to be safe. She did this until the old coot died from one of his own stupid mistakes.
After this, Sahana decided to be a voice for those who had none back. She preferred to not advise a specific King or Queen, but rather be a consult for those who needed advice. Sometimes, this would lead to smaller conflicts but Sahana could have cared less. She decided to reside in Novigrad because of its reputation of freedom. After spending her entire life running, it seemed like a place one could easily disappear in.
She narrowly avoided dealings with Nilfgaard and the Northren wars, spending her time smuggling refugees through her lighthouse. Once the war ended and the empire of Nilfgaard set their plan to annihilate all mages, Sahana joined the lodge
The lighthouse she resided in in Novigrad was used as a sanctuary for mages in hiding. One mage in particular caught Sahana's eye, yet she could not invite him into the safety of the lodge. She sent him on his way but watches over him, hoping he remembers her good deed.
It did not take long until her operations were found out. While technically Nilfgaard had no authority on the land, there was nothing mentioned about the sea. During the night she was surprised by a ship, and had no choice but to abandon the lighthouse and the poor refugee she was protecting, throwing them to the solders. Polymorphing once again, she used her form as a giant killer whale to attack and sink the ship further off the coast.
She still lived in Novigrad as she had for the past decade, only confining herself to a small fisher's shack instead of her old conspicuous home. As far as anyone knows, Sahana the mage hides in the shadows, harmed by her past mistake and tired of running. Though, sightings of an orca chasing ships aligned with the Eternal Fire or Nilfgaard can be seen around the same old lighthouse.
