#silverskel

THE AZURE ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 500+ SPECIES. Silver Elvhen FACTION. Raiders of the Veiled Sea OCCUPATION. Pirate Captain ( Neptune's Fleet )

The apple of your parent’s eyes, you could do no wrong. And, well, they were right. You were always a bit of a troublemaker, but that was to be expected. You also were a bit of a rampant spirit, wearing your heart on your sleeve and making irrational decisions at times. Like the one that kept you in Taravell. Love, or whatever debilitating word it was, you held onto it. It took you to Caribella, where you decided it would be your home away from home while you were outside of Avalon. You clawed your way to the top, the way you knew you always would have to, until you were finally the captain of your own Armada. It was your pride and joy, your hands stained with the blood of all those you had to step on to make it happen. But you didn’t care. What happened in Caribella, stayed in Caribella. You’d leave your ship in the care of your First Mate before you’d slip back to Avalon, bask in the Light of the Laurelin, then come back and claim your ship. Most gave it back to you, but there were times when they took advantage of your absence. This last time, you came back to a murdered crew, a new leader who had sabotaged everything in your absence standing at the head of your ship. So you did what you had to. Your brutality knew no bounds; you had friends in high places, no one stood a chance. That was the last time you let it happen. And as your twenty years slipped by, as the Light left you, you just hoped that you made the right choice. No one would take anything from you again for as long as you were alive

CONNECTS

THE STARS: The son of the human who took over the ship in their absence. They did not kill The Stars because they were only a child.

NOTES

ABILITY: Force Fields: The ability to create temporary force fields around themselves or objects.

THE TRADER ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Silver Elvhen FACTION. Merchant's Guild. OCCUPATION. Merchant.

There was profit to be made anywhere, coins were easy to come by for people willing to lower themselves to pick them up. Child of the Seven, you weren’t handed a gilded spoon like other wealthy heirs, your father had many children from many different sources, this was known, but no bastard was anything in his eyes until you could pay your own way. He put you on a vessel that landed on Iskaran shores, you came to the cold, brutal land with nothing but a ship, the clothes on your back, and an education. The first thing you procured was a knife, after a year you had a ship and a meager trade deal between jarlings. The year following you held an agreement between a noble of Lysara, a lesson came in your third year when Raiders swept a vessel clean. Then you hired pirates of your own, your competitor went under, and you thrived. You purchased another company suffering distress, absorbed their connections, and still you flourished. Business was good, and war was usually good for that sort of thing - all you needed to do was ask your friends in Astoria or Caribella, but Aetheron’s attack left little room for negotiation. Rescued and saved only by the thugs in your faithful employ, would anyone care if your greedy life was cut short? Did it bother you that they wouldn’t? Not really, because you’d had to start over before, and every setback presented a new opportunity. There was always coin to be made for those willing to lower themselves to pick them up.

CONNECTS

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NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee ABILITY: Gilded gold transmutation: The ability to transform objects into gold, but it does not last.

THE GRIEF ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Silver Elvhen FACTION. UTP. OCCUPATION. UTP.

Child of Ardalith, the youngest in a branch of Avalon that was born amidst the light of the Laurelin. Your people and your family were your world, noble blood coursed through you and for as long as you lived you swore there would never come a day where you could see yourself putting Varda’s Cavern behind you for good. Yet, here you are, silver elvhen. Here you are composed of tragedy, the product of violence, blood, and heartache. Here you are without the very reason you gave up immortality to begin with. Iskarans were unkind, brutish, and cruel. Yet, you loved one anyways. Iskarans hated all manner of magic, yet, this person that would someday be your spouse loved you anyways. In spite of, or perhaps because of. Your children would have a difficult life, but together you’d make plans to see them safely beyond the borders. The animals listened to you and you listened to them, it helped, this business of knowing things. Conquerors swept across Iskaran borders, Aetheron felled the fields, the trees, and their warriors swept across the nation. The world would go on to call them liberators, those who broke the chains, but you saw your spouse strewn in pieces, your family with them. Now you walk, you march, and you carry the great ache of unrelenting mortal loss. Grieving elvhen, is this the end of your story?

CONNECTS

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NOTES

THE OATHSWORN ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Silver Elvhen FACTION. Legion of the Dead OCCUPATION. Legionnaire

You were born on the outskirts of Lysara, close enough to the Silverlands to know that there would be a home there, yet also close enough to feel the chill of Iskaldrik on your back. You had distant family in Avalon, others that lived within the Silver Elvhen capital, but none of that ever really excited you. Your story was written long ago by the fates, tragedy mixed with anger, and your days were spent alone rather than with others. You grew to be a loner, a weapon that could have endless reinforcements. You traversed the Feywilds, you’d been to the Moongate, but nothing that could have prepared you for the temper that laid brimming beneath the surface of your chest. An act of violence branded you a criminal, and you gladly took the title. There was no regret in your heart or your cold eyes, and when the leaders of the Silver Elvhen gave you a choice, you chose the Legion. You’d go, and if you survived the Joining, you would have served your penance. With nothing to lose, you made your way to Amon Sǔl, barely an adult, and took the Joining head on. And as the years passed, as you were set within Nornwatch Tower, your resolve never changed. The dead would always be there to rise with you, and perhaps that was all you needed.

CONNECTS

THE WANDERER: Soulbonded

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee ABILITY: Reanimation/Resurrection - temporarily bring back the dead.