Ax'Ruvyen, Daughter Of The Vulka
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Character NameAx'rúvyën, Daughter Of The Vulka
Created ByDrake PhyreDrake Phyre
Concept
Lifepaths— Born Etharch, Lead to Citadel, Soldier-Protector, Lead to Protector, Soother, Spearbearer, Sword Singer, Bladesmith, Lieutenant, Bladesmith, Captain, Lord Protector
Age— 547

Stats

Wi Pe Ag Sp Po Fo
G4 B8 G4 G4 B4 B4

Attributes

Hea Ref MW Ste Hes Res Cir Multi. Grief
B7 B6 B10 G3 6 B0 G2 x3.5 G7
PTGS Su: B3 Li: B5 Mi: B7 Se: B8 Tr: B9 Mo: B10

Skills— Alarm G4, Anthem of Courage G6, Armor Training, Ballad of Rage B5, Brawling G6, Command G6, Doom of Strength G6, Elven Script B6, Etching G2, Etiquette B8, Flight B6, Formation Fighting, Knives G4, Lyric of Healing G2, Oratory G2, Paean of Deeds G2, Riddle of Steel G2, Shield Training, Silent Fury G4, Sing G6, Song of the Sword G4, Spear G6, Spearcraft G4, Strain of Far Sight G4, Sword G6, Tactics B4, The Hymn of Victory G4, Threne of the Chameleon G6, Throwing G6, Winged Training

Beliefs

#1 Az'rúvyën's place is with us she is a part of us.
#2 Av'rúvyën and I need to protect Az'rúvyën.
#3 Father wants to find Mother as much as we do but he cannot find any clues as to who took her.

Instincts

#1 If surrounded by hostile wingless take to the air and use Threne of the Chameleon.
#2 Uses Ballad of Rage or Silent Fury when entering battle depending on the need for stealth.
#3 Uses her Spear for air to ground, Winged Folk swords for air to air and her Greatsword as a last resort.
Gear— Elven (Boots, Clothes, Finery), Weapons (Elven Superior Greatsword, Elven Superior Spear, Winged Folk Throwing Swords), Armour (Elven Plated Leather)
Property
Affiliations— 3D The Daughters of Odrámwë
Reputations— 2D Daughter Of The Vulka
Relationships— Beloved Father: Odrámwë (Powerful, immediate family)
Captured Mother: Elyrië (Significant, immediate family)
Sister: Av'rúvyën (Significant, immediate family)
Sister: Az'rúvyën (Minor, immediate family)
Spells or Rituals
Traits— [Char] Born Under the Silver Stars, [Dt] Essence of the Earth, [Char] Fair and Statuesque, [Dt] First Born, [Dt] Grief, [Dt] Keen Sight, [Dt] Etharchal, [Dt] Sword of the White Towers, [Dt] Acute, [Dt] Ear to the Ground, [Dt] Sworn to the Lord Protector, [Dt] Sworn to Protect, [Char] Buxom, [Char] Fiery, [Char] Hollow Bones, [Dt] Fey Blood (Winged & Feathered), [Dt] Essence of the Wind, [Dt] Hand of Iron, [Char] Impulsive, [Dt] Iron Will, [Dt] Light Sleeper, [Char] Claustrophobia

Weapon Type I M S Add VA WS Strike Dist
Bare Fisted 2 4 6 2 0 Fast Shortest
Elven Superior Greatsword 12 4 7 10 2 2 Slow Longer
Elven Superior Spear12 3 6 9 2 2 Fast Longest
Winged Folk Throwing Swords 4 7 10 2 1 Slow Longest

Weapon Notes
1 Two-handed, may not be used with a shield2 May Great Strike
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Stories:

Wingless:

The morning fog clung to the snow draped slopes, the nearby murder relishing it's prey. The purity of the landscape tarnished by the splattering blood from their feasting. Dark feather's rustled from within the shadows of a cliff-side den that overlooked the scene. Cloaked in black feathers a being emerged into the morning light, her musical laughter echoing down the mountainside, clearly bemused by the bickering ravens. The long cloak of raven feathers hung regally from her shoulders, the the beaked hood shading her eye's from the harsh glare. She took in a deep breath of crisp air, her breast rising slowly as she gazed at the clouds longingly. As she sighed, a gentle breeze fluttered her skirt, exposing her legs to the cool air. She pulled her cloak over the corset-like leather vest which guarded her bosom against the chill mountain air. Her moccasin boots crunched softly into the fresh snow as she descended the mountain, her cloak dragging on the snows behind her erasing her trail.

The ravens paused bowing their heads in salutation, as their soft whisper reached her ears "Good morning, Lady Az'rúvyën!"

Smiling, her melodious voice answered them "Good morning my little murder." Their response a crackle of laughter at their naming. They returned to their meal as she passed them by. She walked quietly through the wilderness as she made her way into the valley. As she reached a snow speckled glade, she took a seat upon a small boulder at the edge of a small stream which bisected the clearing. "It's a good thing you have wings or you would be slain. Your noisy enough that a deaf man could hear you approach on foot."

"How is it that everything I do to remain silent on land still gives me away to you." The winged figure spoke as she made her way toward Az'rúvyën, her voice exasperated.

Az'rúvyën smiled at her sister "Its a matter of balance, my dearest Ax'rúvyën. Next time try tucking your wings about your chest under your arms."

"That is surely madness! How would I quickly take to wing if I needed to fight." Ax'rúvyën's horrified face matching the emotion which flew from her lips with her question.

"That is why you are hopeless when earth-bound." a soft sigh emphasized Az'rúvyën's statement, as she answered her sister's confused glare "Ax, consider that you must choose between the ground and sky. What bird would walk when they could fly, sacrifice their flight to stay earth-bound. Consider it a choice between enduring the battle or calling the retreat, there is no middle ground. To sit indeterminately between them is very foolish."

"I do not believe she understands dear sister." Said a disembodied voice belonging to a now materializing young woman unfurling her wings from about her chest. Ax'rúvyën jumped her spear twirling to point at the young woman, Az'rúvyën sat unmoving a smile resting gently on her lips.

"See Az it wouldn't have worked even if I had tucked my wings, you still heard her approach." Ax'rúvyën uttered as she lowered the spear.

"Our dearest sister Av'rúvyën has a rather different issue I'm afraid." Az'rúvyën spoke choking on the laughter she desperately tried to reign in.

"What??? What is my problem?" Av'rúvyën's harsh demand drawing spurts of amused laughter from one sister and confused looks from the other.

"Dear Av, you smell like a laboratory!" Az'rúvyën managed to hold a straight face long enough to utter the words before both she and Ax'rúvyën where crippled by laughter. Their amusement's only audience a pouting Av'rúvyën and an unnoticed shadow drifting just outside of their perception.


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