Yumera Ryuelin
 Yumera Ryuelin
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| Woeful Maiden | |||||||||
[[Image: Born of Spilt Blood | |||||||||
| OOC Character Information | |||||||||
| Main Job(s): | Black Mage | ||||||||
| Main Tradeskill: | Botanist | ||||||||
| Preferred Role: | Damage Dealer | ||||||||
| Server: | Balmung | ||||||||
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| Alignment: | Chaotic Evil | ||||||||
| Reputation: | Currently Unknown | ||||||||
| Occupation: | N/A | ||||||||
| Education: | N/A | ||||||||
| Marital Status: | Widowed | ||||||||
| Sexuality: | Straight (Not Gunna Happen) | ||||||||
| Guardian: | Zodiark, Bringer of Chaos | ||||||||
| Free Company | |||||||||
| Wark Souls (OOC) | |||||||||
| Items Carried | |||||||||
| Hardened Aether Mask
Titanium Chocobo Whistle Mysterious vials –thought to be used in syringes | |||||||||
| Characteristics | |||||||||
| Race: | Au Ra | ||||||||
| Clan: | Raen | ||||||||
| Age: | 153 (Approximately 29 in Human Years) | ||||||||
| Height: | 5'6" | ||||||||
| Weight: | 117 lbs. | ||||||||
| Eyes: | Icy Azure | ||||||||
| Hair: | Amethyst w/White | ||||||||
| Complexion: | Ghastly Pale | ||||||||
| Physical Build: | Slender yet Toned | ||||||||
| Notable Features: | Crimson slivers tainting both irises, Aether aura can be sensed as corrupt | ||||||||
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Yumera "Ryuelin" (pronounced/"yuu-meh-rah roe-lyn"), known by many through the title of “the Woeful Maiden” as her surname entails, is a Raen descendant of the Au Ra. Presumably birthed in the Dravanian Forelands, the youngling was given the name Yumera by her brood-mother which is thought to mean “flame’s existence”. Though she led a much secluded life, after having endured unfathomable lose this being has become what many know as a “Harbinger of Darkness”. Those that may catch glimpse of her are to be warned: she is all too willing to coat the earth with bodies –no matter if they be guilty or innocent souls.
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History
Over a millennium ago, preluding the war that ravaged the lands of the Dravanian Empire, a clan was born of the most unlikely of kin. Under the guidance of the brood-mother Nevryll, a small group of Raen discarded their solitary nature and gathered in the mountains of the Dravanian Forelands. Arriving at the peak of the autumn season, the beings chose to memorialize this moment and thus took on the name of Akiyama –meaning autumn hills. Out of the sight of prying eyes, the clan would prosper in tranquility for decades to come; but in time everything ends for a new chapter to begin.
Word soon reached the Akiyama of the chaos which ensued from humankind’s treachery, much news came with the hopes to recruit all those who sought vengeance for their kind. Despite many of the youngsters seeking to shed blood, Nevryll did not seek conflict but instead focused upon keeping this new haven from the eyes of mortals. A many few would leave her care to go and fight for their justice; however from those who remained new life was born. One such life came to be known as Yrellian, one who was born nearly three-hundred years after the start of the Dragonsong War. It was clear that this one was special, one that had a fate far grander than those who had come before. Nevryll was not wrong in this assumption and thus did she take the young whelp under her wing as one of her many disciples.
Excelling in the ways of magic, Yrellian would become one of the priestess' whose main purpose was to support the barrier which Nevryll constructed. Unfortunately, due to Yrellian’s carelessness when attempting to practice the creation of barriers, a lone dweller managed to enter the village. Though he bore no hostility, the Auri did not take kindly to his presence –except Yrellian. Per her request, Nevryll offered the man refuge amongst her brood in exchange that he but teach them of the world outside their own and of the conflict which raged around them. There was no hesitation in his accepting of such a generous offer. Most pleased with the outcome, Yrellian was the one whom remained by his side at all hours of the day: learning, observing. The man fascinated her, excited her, and it was quite clear that he too had taken a liking to the young Au Ra. Though a nomadic man, he remained in Nevryll’s care for many years –only lingering outside to search for new tales to tell to Yrellian. One day, however, the man did not return. Nevryll knew what this meant, but Yrellian could not accept such a fate –not for the one she loved. Still, time would pass and even she could not deny that he was no longer there with her.
Nearly four-hundred years had passed and Yrellian was given the choice: to linger in the past or seek comfort in the future. Having been lost for so long, she sought towards a better future. One such future came by the name of Ran-ko. Not two moons had passed since she had taken comfort in his arms and already she could feel something inside of her: she was with child. Although unsure of whether her heart could handle such a life, Yrellian did everything in her power to ensure that the life inside her did not dwindle. Three moons into her pregnancy, an unexpected visitor appeared within the confines of her home, a man who should have long since passed: her first love. Having fused with the eye of an ancient wyrm, the nomad had managed to continue living as a husk for all these years. Despite the consequence of his actions, Yrellian sought nothing more than to return to the nomad’s arms; however Ran-ko would not allow this to occur. Despite Yrellian’s pleas, the Akiyama gathered under Ran-ko’s plea and slew the nomad, avenging those who had fallen to his hands.
Crazed with grief at the loss of her lover, Yrellian attacked her kin with blind, corrupted rage. Fearing for the safety of her child the Raen did not retaliate, though such a decision shed much blood. For many moons the female rampaged, even going as far as to take on the form of her brood-mother and take flight against her. As Yrellian neared the day of birth, Nevryll took to the skies to calm her child to the ground –though sadly her efforts were to be in vein. The ancient was forced to use brute strength to bring her child down and Yrellian fell with grave wounds from the conflict. Several hours would pass as healers worked to save the life of both mother and child, yet only one would survive: a child who would come to be known as Yumera.
Without a mother, Yumera was bound to starve; however, as the clan saw responsibility in the death of her mother, the Akiyama came together as a whole to care for her. Each member would care for her as if she was their child, yet many could not bear to look her in the eyes. Not after what they had caused to her, to her mother. It was only Nevryll who truly taught her what it meant to have a mother. Nevryll did everything in her power to ensure that the youngling would not end up alone as her mother had. Yumera would be the first to have a personal servant: a Xaela by the name of Zuryen. She would also tread the same path as her mother once had, a disciple of Nevryll trained thoroughly in the art of magicka.
Though talented beyond measure, Yumera did have moments of failure just as her mother had. Once more, the failed creation of a barrier shattered the protection which surrounded the Akiyama’s home allowing a stranger into its midst. Having lost one of their own to such a being, Nevryll herself confronted the man and sought for him to turn back, yet he respectfully refused. Despite Nevryll’s warnings, the man would approach each day bearing gifts. After the sixth day of his attempts to win over Nevryll, Yumera approached where the man sat and kneeled across from him. Staring him down with a cautious eye, Yumera calmly appealed to Nevryll as to why the man was not a threat to them. It was the first time that Yumera had truly taken an interest in someone, and that was what truly worried her. Despite her hesitations, Nevryll once more offered refuge to an outsider; however, this time once inside he would not be allowed to leave. Ever. Having been given three days to decide, the man left the misty mountains to obtain his decision, leaving a once calm Yumera anxious for the first time in her life. It was clear what this man would mean to her, and she only hoped that he did not become the bane which caused her mother’s demise.
With the three days coming to a close, Yumera was found pacing outside the clan’s halls, waiting with anticipation for the man she knew would arrive. One hour passed, two, no sign of the nomad were to be seen. It was only when the sun had nearly set that a shadow fell upon her. The man had returned and with a stunning albino Chocobo, one who she would hold dear for the entirety of its life. After having accepted Nevryll’s terms, the nomad came to live side by side with the young Yumera, teaching her of the outside and in turn being taught by her. The pair shared everything: food, Chocobo, even the same room. He was the one she wished to spend eternity with, and the one who sought nothing more than to be by her side. Tranquility once more had set upon the clan -though it would not last long.
In the early morning, on a day like any other, fires erupted along the hillside waking the clan in a fit of chaos. At first many presumed it to be simple forest fires… till they came. Man had discovered their location when searching for the nests of dragons, and the Raen were close enough for them to take action. It took mere moments for the forest to be consumed by bloodshed, warriors taking up arms while many tried to gather the children to a safer location. Yumera was on the front lines as the troops advanced, and she was one of the first to be taken captive as the clan was forced to fall back –for she was no match for an army. They did not take her prisoner for information but so that she could be made as an example to those who were unable to fight: an example to show that this was the might of mankind. Yumera did not fight back, she knew that if she perished her death may very well save the life of those remaining or at the least that of her lover’s. As the blade came down upon her, a shadow bloated out the light above her and in the moments following she found herself unharmed. Gazing at the shadow before her, she discovered it to be none other than her love who had shielded her with his own body. The blow was fatal, that much she knew as he fell back into her tied hands. She could only watch in horror as the light slowly faded from his eyes, her body shaking as she tried to no avail to close his wounds.
Merely seconds after he had succumbed to his injury, Yumera snapped. There was no life before her that she could see without him; there was no happiness left to live for. Burning from the depth of her core came a fury unlike anything ever seen before, a destructive power so massive that it reduced the surrounding stone to ash. This fury drove her to madness, madness which could not be sated even after the intruders were slain. With naught but her clan left to draw her attention, Yumera was soon to stain her hands with the blood of innocents when Nevryll appeared before the crazed one. Once more the ancient fought with her kin for the sake of her brood; tooth and nail the pair would bleed till Nevryll could not take any more. She had already taken the life of one of her own, she could not take another. As Yumera’s rage reached its peak, Nevryll fell to Yumera's hands as a means to quench the undying thirst of the young whelp. With her brood-mother’s blood upon her hands, Yumera was drawn from her frenzied state only to be left in the wake of endless sorrow. With Nevryll about to take her last breath, Yumera took from the beast the one thing which would bind them together: her eyes. Consuming them along with flesh from the wyrm itself, Yumera would find herself devoid of everything that had given hope to her life.
Those of the Akiyama clan who survived the ordeal returned to find the blood upon Yumera’s hands and the first-hand account of the survivors; no matter how much guilt they had felt in the past, this atrocious crime could not go unpunished. After having lost her lover and her mother, Yumera found herself without a home or a clan. Exiled from her home with naught but her lover’s chocobo and her faithful servant, Yumera’s heart fell to a darkness which light could never again reach. It was this darkness which drew forth the worshipers of Zodiark: the Ascians. Seeking naught but to rid the world of mankind, Yumera was all too willing to fall into depravity for her vengeance. Fueled by an undying thirst and a bottomless pit of sorrow, the Ascians would bring her into their ranks as Yzellian, a warrior of darkness. Though she would take on both names as her own, never being able to forsake one for the other, she would remain to be known as Yumera least in the company of the Harbingers of Darkness. As the years passed many would come to know the Raen simply as Ryuelin, “the Woeful Maiden”: an explorer whose sorrow forever plasters her cold irises and whose rage forever fuels her hatred.
Appearance & Attitude
Striding through the busy market streets, this cloaked individual holds two particular traits that are prominent at the initial glance: the first being the palpable ivory horns and tail of scales which have ripped through the fabric of the creature’s cloak –allowing the identification to be that of the Raen family. The second attribute defines this being as a female as the organism is clearly shorter than a male -albeit several inches above the average female Au Ra, ranging closer to the standard height of a female Miqo’te or Hyur. Though it may be difficult to see what else lies beneath the thick cloak which conceals her form, there is one this that everyone recognizes her by: those horrific scarlet demon eyes, thus giving her the nickname of “Demon Eyes” among most of the merchants no matter the region.
Stalking her past the confines of the alleys one may tentatively revel in the unveiling of this being. Deprived of the straight-cut cloak one can find a slim figure who could not possibly weigh a ponze over one hundred and twenty, though every fulm of her is seemingly chiseled to an unnatural point. With a seemingly bony stature it is unsure how she has managed to sustain such defined muscles but chemicals are perhaps the first thought to cross one’s mind. Beneath the half-cut mask of hardened amaranth aether one would find an expression devoid of emotion which is only amplified by sunken cheeks, black scales between long eyelashes, and dark violet circles under the eyes. With the mask removed the true eyes of the demon come to light. Dilated, slit pupils flare amongst slivers of crimson, tainting the icy azure color beneath while faint umbral rings of scarlet surround the iris; however, these rings seem to fluctuate as time passes, deteriorating from a vibrant solid halo to that like a wispy cloud which begins to taint the sclera. Though as clear as crystal, there is a haze about them, almost as if she herself is within a hazed mindset. Below the haze waves of sorrow, anguish, and a boiling rage can be found swirling in never-ending chaos –always clashing to become the dominant being. Simply staring into them for too long can cause pity to well within another, perhaps it is best not to look for too long.
Cupping her solemn expression is a thick bob of silk. Despite the fact that the majority of strands are amethyst, the few strips of silver beneath seem to reveal that they are her natural color. Upon closer inspection the amethyst appears to be gradually seeping into the remaining silver, fluctuating as the corruption tainting her aether develops further. The aether surrounding the girl is heavy, suffocating, but seems to have no effect on anything not within ten fulms of her position. It’s safe to assume that it is best to keep one’s distance. If one remained with her longer, though at this point one would have to have serious stalking issues, they would catch a glimpse at the full nature of her Raen form. Just behind the girl’s ears are the bases of her ivory horns which protrude forward just enough to reach her cheeks before curving back against her head like a wave in the ocean. Though ridged and scaled the bone feels seemingly smooth to the touch with a cusp of metal clasped around the tip. It would be best not to be hit by those. From the base of the horns a line of scales run jagged behind both her ears, reaching forward ever slightly along her jaw before wrapping around towards her jugular to form a sort of protective choker. The bone reaches down to the edge of her sternum and reaches across her collarbone before ending just before her shoulders. Returning to the base of her horns, the scales wrap her skull to form a barrier protecting the cervical vertebrae. Thereafter the bone proceeds along her spinal column reaching down to the base of her tail which reaches to her calf, splitting into five points at the tip. The spinal bone branches out along the last of her ribs and around her side to fully cover the hipbones of both sides before continuing to reach to approximately mid-thigh. Although not directly connected to the main piece, bone branches from the ankle to cover the top of both feet before reaching up the front of the calf and branching up to just below the back of the knee, resembling that of a boot. The same pattern occurs from her wrists with bone reaching across the back of her hand till it reaches the knuckle of her middle finger, the bone then covering the front of her arm till the end nearly reaches her elbow acting as a glove of sorts. The structure itself is solid yet smooth, acting like armor while remaining comfortable like cloth for the Raen.
After watching the girl change and deciding to watch her for several more hours to come –seriously, what’s wrong with you?-, one would come to discover very little. While her retainers bustle around her, searching for food or setting up camp, the girl remains seated by the fire. Rarely will she move, least it be to reach for a rice cake or to warm a cup of mulled tea. As time passes she begins to fidget before reaching for a titanium whistle around her neck to blow on it softly. From there an albino Chocobo appears and lies behind her, allowing the girl to rest against it. Despite the soothing atmosphere the Chocobo releases, the girl grows restless with each passing moment. The fidgeting turns into twitching as she breaks into a cold sweat, her body quaking for reasons unknown. As her state deteriorates the girl draws a metal syringe from her bag and pulls a small vial out with it, carefully piecing the two together with her unsteady hands. Several moments after violently stabbing herself in the arm, the girl stills before gripping her head in agony. The girl’s aether spikes pulsing outwards as an insatiable bloodlust powers the darkness within, screams erupting from her lips before silence. She turns towards the one who has watched her to this point. Best to run now, it is unlikely that you will live otherwise.
Relevant Information
For the most part, it is highly unlikely that you will come across this character. Due to the nature of her backstory, spotting her in a city is near impossible unless it is OOC. Though I am still open to RPing with her, as indicated by the creation of this page, for the most part there would be little interactions that do not concern the obliteration of any and all life. That is just how this character is, it just means that you should not expect nice "Oh hi there!" conversations or sitting around a cozy campfire. I also want to clarify that just because my character may be harsh or rude does not mean that I am personally acting that way. There is a fine line between how my characters act and how I act. Please know this and do not take what is said IC personally.
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Known Associates
Zuryen
Abandoned in the mountains of the Dravanian Forelands several years after his birth, this young Xaela had no chance of survival out in the wilderness. Barely able to crawl, the boy was on the brink of death when a young Raen of the Akiyama clan stumbled upon him. Though unsure of why the boy had been abandoned, he could not leave a defenseless runt alone –not with his mind ridden with guilt from the loss of his brood-sister. Taking the child to his brood-mother, Nevryll, she discovered the runt’s aether morphed in ways she had never seen before. Corrupted could not truly describe what she felt, for it was as if his aether had been tainted since his insemination. It was clear to her why the Xaela had abandoned the boy but she was not about to follow the same path as them. Bestowing the name Zuryen upon the boy, Nevryll became the surrogate mother for not two orphaned whelps.
As the boy developed Nevryll deemed upon him a task that only he could achieve: the task to unconditionally love, care for, and protect the one known as Yumera. Though unable to properly use magika due to his aetherflow, Nevryll saw to it that his body and mind were molded into that of a warrior, a defender, one who could take on any foe with cunning and force to protect the young Yumera. The Xaela would develop knowing nothing of the outside world, simply knowing that he was not like the other clan members and that it was his responsibility to watch over the Raen girl. The path he walked was not one he had chosen but he would not forsake his duty, never taking his eyes off of Yumera: even if it would cost him his life.
After the unfathomable occurred and a nomad entered the clan’s home, Zuryen did everything in his power to prevent Yumera from approaching the beast; unfortunately, for the girl who was too strong-willed to be tied down, his interference was unacceptable. It did not take long for Zuryen to be forced into submission, and it was there after that Yumera proposed to Nevryll that she allow the nomad to stay among them. When the nomad left to decide whether to accept Nevryll’s proposal, Zuryen wandered outside of the Akiyama’s home for the first time since they had found him. Using the tracking skills taught to him by the hunters of the clan, Zuryen found the nomad and attempted to persuade him against accepting the proposal; yet the nomad would hear none of it. Though he was already convinced that he would take the brood-mother’s offer, he had left on account that he needed to gather his things. The man was soon to return upon the same day –till Zuryen ensured that he would encounter several complications. Destroying food supplies, releasing Chocobo, burning books, Zuryen did everything short of murder to keep the man from returning. After it was clear that the man would not stray from the path he had chosen, Zuryen returned to camp with the nomad at his side. Though Yumera was overwhelmingly pleased, enough to cause Zuryen heartache, he could never rid himself of the dread in his chest.
The trio would share the same food, the same room, and Zuryen would learn much from the nomad about the people who had abandoned him. As the years passed the two bonded as brothers, enough for Zuryen to confess to the nomad how he truly felt about Yumera. Though he knew that her heart belonged to the nomad, Zuryen could not help but seek after her –despite knowing that it would never truly be what he desired. The pair would hold his secret and came to respect each other on a higher level, yet the dread did not leave Zuryen and it did not take long for him to understand why. When the clan came under fire, Zuryen was one of the first to encounter the intruders –seeking to annihilate anyone who could harm his mistress. Though he managed to ward off a great many, the nomad could see how this would play out. There were too many of them and too few of the Akiyama, and so he took Zuryen aside away from prying eyes. He asked of Zuryen two things: that if he could not return with Yumera that he must find her and that if he were to fall Zuryen must be the one to never leave her side. These were the two things that he knew Zuryen could do even without asking, but it was clear in his mind that the nomad was going to die. Even if he had gone with him, the dread told him what was to come. All he could do now was watch from a distance as his mistress was taken captive, as his brother died protecting her, and the unquenchable rage that consumed her thereafter.
Once Nevryll had fallen to Yumera’s hands, Zuryen came to her side to pick up the pieces left behind by the nomad’s death. Though he was able to stay the hands of the Akiyama, Yumera was now without home and Zuryen would follow suit. Though he was now able to hold her the way he had always wished, to care for her as he once had when they were younger, Zuryen could feel the pit of sorrow and rage consuming her. When the Ascians took notice of her, there was nothing he could do but follow as she spiraled into the depths of chaos. Despite the destruction lurking within her every word, Zuryen would keep to his promise and never leave her side. Even as blood coated his hands and his thoughts grew dark, he would never stop loving and caring for the one who was now his. Not even death would stop him from keeping to his word.
Lalachi
This female Lalafell was born into a rather unfortunate situation. Just after being conceived, the supposed father was brutally murdered by poachers while stationed as a guard in the Central Shroud. Left alone and pregnant, the mother did whatever she could to provide for herself and the growing child within her stomach. Unfortunately, this entailed dealing with rather shady figures –which inevitably led to her demise. With a knife wound to her side the woman was found dying in the trees just outside Gridania. Conjurers attempted to save her, the best they could do was birth the baby prematurely in an attempt to save its life. Thankfully, their efforts were not in vain. Though born smaller than the average Lalafell, she was a healthy girl –completely uninjured despite the positioning of the blade wound. Still, the baby was now an orphan and only those who truly treasured life sought to treasure her. Thus the conjurers who saved who would be the ones to raise her, the ones to name her: Lalachi.
Growing up alongside the Conjurers of Gridania, Lalachi wholeheartedly believed in every teaching. As she developed, they found a pure aether within her that sparkled like the sun’s rays, a perfect fitting for Conjuring. The young Lalafell would excel in the walls of Gridania, never knowing of the harsh world outside: at least, not till she was sent to aid the Twin Adders in the Shroud. It was then that she saw battle for the first time, and came to be utterly appalled by it. Though she was tasked only with healing the injured Twin Adders, she went far beyond her position; instead she healed the opposing forces as well, bartered with the other side, and attempted to bring the fighting to an end. Unfortunately, the Twin Adders would hear none of it. In their eyes, she was just as much a traitor as those they were fighting. It was then that Lalachi realized how secluded and ignorant they truly were, unable to even attempt to make peace for the greater good. It was then that Lalachi left her home, the barely even seventeen, two fulm six Lalafell who had known nothing but luxury.
Though the Shroud was forgiving, its inhabitants were not. Having never been forced to fend for herself, the Lalafell was forced to sell her services to those in need for food and supplies instead of simply lending a helping hand. The things she witnessed broke her spirit –but she could never return to Gridania, even if she wanted to. As time passed she found herself in the Coerthas Highlands, hoping to reach Ishgard in order to provide her services for those who could truly use it. Perhaps if she could aid them, she could atone for her past mistake and do the good she had always dreamed of; however, before she could reach the walls, the Lalafell stumbled upon a Raen female stumbling through the snow with a thick trail of blood falling behind her. A young Xaela was not far off, warding off the animals from coming closer but it was clear that if she did not receive medical attention she would collapse and never wake. For the first time since she had left Gridania, Lalachi aided one who needed her without even worrying about the cost or consequence. Perhaps she should have.
Once Lalachi had healed the Raen, and the Xaela had finished protecting the pair, she began to sense the abominable aether surrounding the pair. It was as if their souls had been sucked into the void and replaced with pure darkness, simply sitting beside them began to suffocate her. Without her, they would fall deeper into the darkness, that she knew yet if she remained with them she could end up becoming tainted like them and losing all she had left. The decision was hers alone: would she hope to save the life of one over many? Her thoughts returned to the Twin Adders and at that point she knew that she could not bring herself to Ishgard, not if there was even the slightest chance that the same incident may occur. Thus Lalachi nursed the Raen back to health, remaining by her side despite the things she would come to witness, the things she would come to aid in, the things she would regret for the rest of her days.
Belamone
It is unsure how exactly a certain nomad was able to acquire such a rare albino Chocobo hatchling, or even how he was able to properly raise it from an egg. What is certain, though, is that the Chocobo managed to thrive stronger than most of his kind. Given the name Belamone, as decided by both the nomad and Yumera, this Chocobo had been the most prominent fighter and defender when it came to his masters. The bird relished the attention given to him by Yumera, even the attention the angst-ridden Zuryen gave. There was no better place he would rather be and was given free reign over where he wished to go and when. Not a single Auri would stop him from flying off if he so chose: yet he never would. Instead he would snuggle up to Yumera every night and ensure that no harm would come to her.
When the Akiyama were assaulted, Belamone vanished. It was unsure where he went during that time: in fact he was presumed killed in action; however, upon Yumera’s banishment from her home the bird suddenly reemerged. It is unclear whether the bird that returned to her was truly the original Belamone, if he had even managed to survive the attack. However he has been with her from that moment onward. Every night he would keep watch over her, guarding her, never seeming to sleep a wink. Even Zuryen began to trust the beast enough to get some rest under his watchful eye. If one manages to look him in the eye, one could tell that he would never leave her side, no matter the cost.
Miscellaneous
- * Yumera is rarely seen wandering the cities or any densely populated area. If seen there always seems to be a shroud of darkness around her eyes, acting as a mask (though it does very little good if she does not choose to hide her horns and scales).
- * She is not on good standing with any remaining Akiyama Clan Members; however she neither returns said hatred or displays any sign of remorse towards them. Many respect her due to this but there will never be a true acceptance of her actions.
- * The lingering effects of consuming the eyes of her brood-mother have left her young body with the inability to age. Though hardly noticeable to other Au Ra, due to their already slowed aging, many mortal born have been known to attack in her hopes to acquire the power for themselves.
- * Yrellian was one of the first Raen to fall into depravity which the Ascians no doubt took note of. It is for this reason that her daughter, Yumera, would take on the name Yzellian as she is quickly following the path of her mother.
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