Arrian Shaxarn- lawful neutral -they/them. fire genasi- blue draconic bloodline sorcerer/assassin rogue. (belongs to @greyfen)

The first of Zephrine's children, a former assassin who was reincarnated by Zephrine after they met their gruesome end at the hands of a vampire. They're in their mid 20s(late teens equivalent for fire genasi) when they meet Zephrine, which initially made her a bit bemused and apprehensive when her newlywed husband Viseryn suggested they adopt them after the defeat of the Midnight Sun. Initially it was proposed as a means to grant them citizenship in Tiamyra faster, but ultimately the two consider Arrian as one of their own and are very supportive and close. As far as Arrian themself; they're very thoughtful, polite and kind, though they do have a slight vain streak befitting someone with dragon blood. They end up being quite politically active and have similar views to Zephrine, which means they get along quite well, and they're very supportive of each other. Overall they're quite grateful to both Zephrine and Viseryn for the opportunity at a literal new life that doesn't involve being a tool of an assassin guild.

Marciel Celestine DuPrei- she/they/he-  gold dragonborn -chaotic good- swashbuckler rogue/circle of the shepherd druid

Marciel is Zephrine's first biological child and only child with Florian. She was unplanned, which combined with Zephrine's political career meant that socially she may as well be a bastard (Zephrine is married to Florian but unofficially, her official marriage is to Viseryn, though she loves them both. The polycule isn't entirely secret but not publicly broadcast either. It's complicated), and therefore she was mostly raised by other people, predominantly Therila and Florian. She has a bit of a complex about this and thus her relationship with her mother can be a bit contentious and Marciel generally avoids her when she can. As for them, they're rebellious, hedonistic and arrogant but good-hearted and fall into the life of an adventurer quite easily as they very much enjoy fighting monsters, helping the downtrodden, and being the center of attention.

Circe Shaxarn- she/her- aasimar(abishai)- lawful neutral- Cleric of Tiamat, arcana domain 

Circe is the first bio child that Zephrine has with Viseryn, and due to her lineage + being an aasimar, she has a lot of expectations placed upon her shoulders. While her parents are very supportive and understanding, she unfortunately is somewhat of a public figure and some people get pretty weird ideas about her and her future. Some even go so far as to believe she's some sort of Chosen One, which Circe, as someone who wants to succeed on her own merits, hates. She's an intellectual and very passionate about magic and faith, but lacks the charisma of her mother or her siblings and hates being the center of attention. Despite being a bit grumpy as a person, she still shares Zephrine's more idealistic version of Tiamat, and is quite idealistic in general, even if she's bad at showing it. She wants to invoke change, but she wants to avoid harsher methods of doing so where she can. She argues a lot with Kallista and Marciel but gets on well with Arrian.

Kallista Shaxarn- she/her, red dragonborn, true neutral, green draconic bloodline sorcerer (belongs to @greyfen)

Kallista sat on the sand, her knees close to her chest. She was relatively away from the ocean, but a few waves would still reach her toes. She did not care. 

The night breeze made her wince, the scars on her chest still fresh. But physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. 

Five years. 

Five years since the one she considered her father almost killed her. 

Five years since Elizabeth had proposed. 

Five years without Elizabeth. 

They had been forcibly separated that night. Kallista didn’t blame her for running away. Had Elizabeth stayed, she would have been killed. 

But in doing so, she had left a hole in Kallista’s heart. One she had been tyring to mend for five long years. 

Once the tiefling had recovered, she first searched Elizabeth’s old family home, finding nothing but ashes. She spent the next years traveling the continent, with no clue of where Elizabeth could be. 

In a way, she felt as if she was chasing a ghost. There were no traces of the woman, no people who had seen her, nothing. In her dreams, Kallista would be haunted by her face, her smile, her scars. On the nights were it hurt most, she would clutch the necklaces Elizabeth had once gifted her. One was a simple copper chain, with a raven pendant. The other was an oval locket. When opened, you could see a small sketch of Elizabeth and Kallista on each side.  

All Kallista had left of her were that and her memories and dreams. It wasn’t enough. 

She longed to have her once again in her arms, to hold her, kiss her, love her and most importantly, talk to her. She missed their early morning conversations during breakfast, the witty remarks made during a hunt and the late night talks that went on until the sun shined in the horizon. 

When she figured Elizabeth was no longer in the empire, Kallista decided it was time to travel overseas. Now, she was stranded on an island, having been captured and branded, her precious items hidden away from her, Kallista felt more lost than before.

Sometimes, she wondered if Elizabeth was still alive. If she had died or if she had moved on. If she even remembered who Kallista was. 

Kallista embraced her knees, looking at the two moons in the sky. If the gods had allowed her to still live, after everything that had happened, it had to be for a reason. She whispered to herself

I’ll find you, Elizabeth, in death or in life, I won’t stop until I have you again. 

…

The others had helped Elizabeth lay on the hammock. Her injuries were fresh and she felt weak. It was not easy getting stabbed in the chest twice within a week. It was also not easy seeing your allies be murdered because of your mistakes. 

That’s all she was able to do now. Commit mistake after mistake. 

She closed her eyes and shook her head. With some effort, she was able to reach into the pocket of her clothes and grab her drawings, the ones that had been saved by the fire. On them, there were various sketches of her family, her companions and most importantly, of Kallista. 

Kallista, who had given Elizabeth a second chance at life.

Kallista, who had shown Elizabeth what it felt like to be loved. To think of a future together.

Kallista, whom Elizabeth had left behind all those years ago. 

Elizabeth had spent five years not knowing what had happened. She wanted to believe Kallista was alive, but it felt like clinging to a false hope. 

Until it wasn’t. Until the goddess revealed that her lover still held breath. Despite destiny’s wicked attempts, Elizabeth now had hope she and Kallista would grow old together. All she had to do was find her. 

She wondered if Kallista remembered her, if she had been looking for her or if she had moved on. On her darkest nights, when her dreams would replay the pain of the past, Elizabeth questioned if Kallista still loved her. 

After all, it had been five years. 

Elizabeth traced her hands on the drawing she had made. Her biggest fear was forgetting what Kallista had looked like. Had she acquired new scars over these years or had she stayed the same, just like on the paper? 

Kallista was her muse, her fire, the reason Elizabeth had to keep going. 

She did not know where this journey would take her, but she would do everything that was necessary to guarantee that it would end with her and Kallista reunited once again. 

Elizabeth brought the piece of paper to her lips, giving it a gentle kiss as to not smudge the charcoal. She held it close to her heart and looked at the sky, the two moons shining brightly. 

She made a silent promise.