V'lyria Azriel
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Dravanian Wilds Witch; Ishgardian Ward
| Name |
V'lyria Azriel |
| Gender and Sex |
Female ♀ |
| Race |
Miqo'te/Seeker |
| Tribe |
Dragon (Dravania-based Tribe) |
| Age |
Twenty-eight |
| Nameday |
18th Sun of 6th Umbral Moon |
| Height & Weight |
4 fulms 11 ilms, 115 ponz |
| Orientation |
Heterosexual |
| Status |
Unattached |
| Alignment |
Neutral Good |
| Free Company |
The Midnight Pearl |
Important Information
- Dravanian-Born, Ishgardian-Raised
The first nineteen years of her life were spent among her tribe until the rite of passage to fully establish herself along the path to becoming their high shaman led her to a life-changing discovery. This discovery had her fleeing from her homeland. She was found in Coerthas by an Ishgardian who later took her on as his ward, tempering the savage with knowledge of literature and etiquette.
- A Glamorous Sorceress
The art of destructive magick comes second nature to this Miqo'te who weaves aether as an artist paints, fluid and effortlessly - and while there are laws in place that govern the forces she wields she also largely ignores them, choosing instead to obey the call of nature as opposed to the ordinances of man. Few are as well-versed in elemental conjuration and fewer still can put the 'oomph' behind it that she manages. She has woven the ability to Glamour her form in closely with her casting, taking on various appearances to suit which element she is presently attuned to; it is no difficult feat to identify this diminutive glass cannon on a battlefield.
- Aether-Sensitive
There are some individuals in this world who go through life positively drooling aether, and they never know. Contrarily, there are others who revel in the magick of the world - and they can sense the power in others, have a niggling something pricking at the back of their mind when they look upon certain people or things. If an individual were ever in need of someone to bring along who has a natural ability to sense aether, this is your girl.
RP Hooks
- Alley Cat of the Holy See - (Ishgard Citizen)
If your character spent much time in Ishgard before or during the Dragonsong War, they likely know of V'lyria even if they have never met her. She was a popular topic of gossip on noble tongues, and a favorite feature of conversation between children with whom she spent much time. Her guardian and his household were looked upon with skepticism for a while after he brought her to the city, but in the years that followed, she was able to turn the hearts of much of the population by virtue of her deeds and winningly social personality.
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Appearance
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It wasn't just the sinewy tail and furred ears, nor any of her feline features which marked her as exotic. It was her presence, an uneasy air of calm elegance cocooned in an aspect of tenebrous wisdom. There did not yet exist words to describe her manner, that subtle undertone of predatory poise lying beneath the order of a regal bearing roughened by the raw wilds of her raising. The very air around her thrummed with silent waves of magickal energy. No, nothing of this world was similar, save for those points where the aether of Hydaelyn converged most strongly; even then, it was only in the flavor of magick in the air that similarities were found.
The goddess from whose canvas the sky was formed also poured its muse into this creature. Hers was a striking palette borrowed from late evening: skin with the hue of smooth bronze was faintly spotted at its edges, framed by an ebon mantle of silken hair that hugged her frame in an elegant fan, the dark night sky embracing dusk-warmed earth. Fur of an abyssal black counted itself glossy in appearance, freckled with open rings in a way similar to that of a coeurl, the endless darkness of the sky. Twin comets brought brilliant splashes of frigid contrast to the image, embodied in irises of a piercing and glacial blue, slivers of pale, icy stars against the abyss. Within, the slits of pupils seized that which she studied in a quiet and unblinking stare of cold fire - harrowing and unnatural.
Fit of mind and body, the witch's body was contoured by a shapely hourglass figure supporting a frame of lithe muscle, at once feminine and formidable. Her height was diminutive, but the woman's form was no less memorable, for it made up for what it lacked in uniqueness: it was the belief of her birth tribe that generations of ritualistic consumption of Dragon blood altered them to resemble the Great Ones in feature. Their fangs were sharper and larger than that of even Keepers; their eyes were more reptilian than feline; they had even inherited the Dragons' way of hearing the world, the songs of gems and the murmurs of elements playing silent arias to the children of the Dragon clan. Whether or not there is any fact to the belief, these traits do indeed exist in the Seekers, by evolution or otherwise - and V'lyria is no exception.
Notable Markings: There is a tattoo of a stylized Dragon at the base of her neck, often hidden by high-backed collars and her own hair.
Vocal Quality: A smoky timbre softens her voice, which has a smooth Ishgardian accent with thick, throaty Rs and broad intonation that adds an exotic spice to her words. The eloquent and often overstated manner in which she speaks suggests a sophisticated tutor in the common tongue. ( Voice Claim: Monica Bellucci )
