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Cináed Rubina la Fabre

"I want to protect my family...even if it means my life."

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a character in “Of the Strange and Wayward”, originally authored by Jakuri-chan, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Cináed Rubina la Fabre
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Theme: A Song for Counting the Memories – Ar tonelico: Melody of Elemia OST
Image Song: magenta – Nano

GENERAL INFORMATION
Role: The Self-Appointed Salamander Huntress
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): Given her rather unusual first name, she doesn’t really have many nicknames by which she’s been deemed. One to note, however, would be ‘Ciná,’ another would be derived from her middle name in the way of ‘Ruby,’ and by several elder Salamander in her family-clan, she’s been called ‘Cinder’ thanks to her being perhaps the weakest of her father’s children in the way of power. Being called ‘Cinder’ is something Cináed cannot stand.
Age: Seventeen
Race: Salamander

APPEARANCE
Height: 5 ft 2 ins (157 cm)
Weight: 96 lbs (44 kg)
Measurements: 33-22-35 (84-56-89)
Build: Somewhat Busty/Slender/Pear-shaped Figure
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Given her life as a nomad, Cináed is a young woman whose body bears upon it a number of scars. However, these scars for the most part of trivial at best, cosmetic and pretty much otherwise just…there. Her exposed skin is covered in random little discolorations, dings and dents too, here and there you’ll find them scattered all over. Still though…Cináed isn’t entirely free of rather notable and noticeable scars. Like most everyone, she has one marred place upon her skin that is a story to tell and a sight to see. There is a good reason why Cináed is most always seen wearing gloves rather than not. Her left hand and her forearm partway up is more or less screwed. Although she’s lucky to retain her fingernails on this hand, the thing suffered from what seems to be a rather nasty sort of burn, which is somewhat ironic considering the fact that she’s a full-blooded Salamander. Her skin healed up well enough, it’s not distorted or disfigured, simply…it’s discolored—instead of a sort of ivory, the hand remains a mixture of differing hues, ranging from maroon to a more subtle pink, and a white which carries with it a sheen.

Although not ashamed of her scar, Cináed still keeps on her hands at almost all times her gloves in order to keep people from staring. She knows that scars can make others uncomfortable, even if she herself is not. It’s not exactly like anyone could help her taking a tumble sideways while her hand landed in a fire pit as a kid….
Description:
Hair – Being a natural shade of beige, Ciná has to her a head of rather lightly colored hair. Although her hair might be considered lovely if kept long given its texture and type…how it is she keeps it makes it simply look messy, uneven and completely unruly. In line with her somewhat odd nature and self, and the fact that she’s something of a tomboy at heart, Cináed keeps her hair, for the most part anyway, relatively short. Most of it only reaches about the nape of her neck, and is shorter still over the rest of her head, much like a boy’s haircut. She keeps bangs, which half-fall into her eyes too. Despite the shortness of most of her hair…Ciná does keep at the very nape of her neck, at the back of her head, a bit of her hair which is longer than the rest, going about to her elbows. Why she keeps this particular part of her hair longer is unknown, but she keeps it tied in a braid with a set of Sylph feathers woven into it near its beginning.
Body – In all, she’s pretty much got an otherwise average body. Her bust is on the average side of the spectrum, maybe a bit bigger than normal, her waist measures fairly thin, but it’s not an unhealthy sort, and her hips are slightly on the slender side too, but still measure larger than her bust. Her figure is a slender pear-shape, and it’s something she’s quite comfortable with—as far as things go, Cináed is aware that she’s got a pretty decent body.
Face – She’s got something of a cute face, because she’s at a healthy enough weight for her height, her face reflects her health. Not overly thin or boney, it’s slim but cute.
Eyes – Lively and excited, Ciná has rather lovely, clear blue eyes.
Expressions – Given her nature…Cináed tends to display a variety of expressions upon her face, ranging from the brightest of smiles to the most annoyed sorts of pouts, she’s a bubbly and energetic sort of young woman and this shows.

Preferred Clothing: The kind of clothes she likes are kind of…strange? Unlike most women and young ladies, Cináed just hates skirts and anything of the sort—she likes stuff she can move around in, light clothing, breathable and such. This has led her to wearing what she does now, which could be considered inappropriate by some…her shirt sort of just hangs on her person, while she’s guilty of wearing shorts that are well, short. Regardless of what others might think of her attire, Ciná is completely content and comfortable wearing her usual duds around, as far as she is concerned, she’s got all of the important areas covered, so what’s the big deal? Among her family-clan, no one ever said anything to her about her choice of clothing. People seemed completely content with her attire there.

The only time Cináed’s taste in attire does change though, is when it comes to cold. She utterly hates being cold and when it is as such outside, during the colder months of the year or when she’s within a cold area, she will surrender and swap her clothes out for something warmer; pants, a long-sleeved shirt, cloaks, etc….

MENTALITY
Oddities: She’s a sleepwalker/talker. A number of times she’s been found sleeping in the most random of places, like when she was still at home, she’d be found conked out on the kitchen table! Other places, yeah, she’s managed to wake up, or be woken up, in the most bizarre of ways. Once, she was even found out cold in a tree, how she got up there she doesn’t know…but she was lying next to a dying fire when she last shut her eyes. In line with her seemingly restless sleep, Ciná also has been known to talk in her sleep too. More than a few times things have slipped from her mouth.

Despite her relatively small size, Cináed has to her a rather shockingly large appetite. Saying she inherited from her father, who has to him a pretty big enthusiasm for food too, she’s able to out eat most men, even those who would be over twice her weight and size! This was known within her family-clan, as the only male Salamander there who were able to ingest more food than Cináed were her father and her older brother.

For as airheaded as she can seem, Ciná actually is quite the clever young lady. Due to how she initially grew up, living in a clan of Salamander who traveled the world over before attempting to settle into a permanent place, she picked up on a wealth of knowledge and random information that proves rather useful when one is journeying through less than habited areas. Knowing tricks and secrets about flora and fauna, she’s actually a pretty capable companion to have when wandering around.

Although she’s a bit of a seasoned traveler, there is no denying the simple fact that Cináed is still inheritably a klutz. Claiming it comes from her mother, who is also a bit of a clumsy one, Ciná’s suffered instance after instance of luck that just doesn’t seem possible at times. She’s slipped, tripped, fallen, and had so many things happen to her that it’s ridiculous that the girl is even alive it might seem.

She’s quite unlike the rest of her family in the way that she doesn’t quite possess full control over her Salamander blood, if she becomes excited or startled, also angry like the rest of her people, she will more than likely spout a dragonic sort of feature upon her body. Horns, claws...a tail. You know, just the usual Salamander stuff. Unlike most others in her family-clan, she can’t yet control her changes. And also, with this in mind, she’s actually lacking a few dragonic features to her person so far...notably her wings.

Skills: Knowledge of anatomy and of medicine. Cináed has learned how to treat wounds, and the injuries of people over the course of her travels. She has gained a very solid knowledge of how to make sure people can heal properly, and survive their wounds without incident, it’s become second-nature for her to know and understand the workings of the body.

All things considered as well, she’s quite capable at identifying poisonous plants from edible ones, and she’s also quite skilled in predicting the weather too by looking at her surroundings and the sky at sunrise and sunset.

She’s a capable cook, while she may not be the most amazing chef out there, she’s able to at least make food that tastes decent. Although, there is no denying the fact that her food tends to have a rather rough appearance due to the fact that she tends to rush making it, and cranks up the heat so it’ll get done ASAP.

Fleet of foot; because she is small, she is rather quick, though she does not possess the stamina to maintain a top speed, she is still able to get short bursts of high speed out of her body to rush something or someone.

Likes: Books, writing, her family, sleeping, daydreaming, moon/stargazing, being lazy, animals, people, flora, peace, friends, shopping, sweets—especially cinnamon, good food, and dozing off in the sun.
Dislikes: Pain, suffering, bitter/spicy foods, having to think too much about anything she doesn’t want to, excessive labor, blood, burnt things, pitch darkness, rain, insects, being alone, injustice, being confined to a small place, and math.
Hobbies: Writing, reading, stargazing, and daydreaming,.

Phobia(s):
Achluophobia – Complete darkness
There’s no rhyme or reason for this fear, Cináed simply suffered from the normal childhood fear of there being a boogie man under her bed as a child, and that of course led her to being afraid of the dark. While her belief in the boogieman certain faded as she got older, the fear she felt of the dark did not. She can bear darkness now, but she still really doesn’t like it, and she still sleeps with a light on when at all possible.
Aquaphobia - Deep water
This is simply explained; she can’t swim, so deep water scares her. Cináed fears drowning...this does not mean she’s incapable of floating in water though.
Claustrophobia - Tight spaces
Self explanatory, Cináed just doesn’t like the idea of being stuck in a small space and having something happen that keeps her trapped there.

Personality: Defining her personality in a few words, Cináed is a young woman who is persistent, understanding and honest. She’s not exactly unique in the aspects that define her person, but Cináed is simply as she is, she is human and because of this, she has human emotions like everyone else in the world, but how she expresses these traits and such are what set her apart from other people. While most people in the world hold their emotions back, as well as any thoughts or opinions that would potentially irk or rub someone else the wrong way, Cináed does not at all do this. The opinions of others do nothing to defer her and her feelings—she claims though, that this is not intentional. Cináed says that she doesn’t hold back her sentiments or beliefs because she is simple minded, and that she does not at all think about what she is going to say in some situations when she gets fired up about something. If she feels the need to say something, then it’ll happen, her mouth will fly open and something will come out of it….

The fact that she tends to just say whatever comes to mind rather than think about it first, is something she’s trying to work on, because she knows having such a loose jaw can get her into sticky situations in the coming days if she doesn’t watch it. But really, she’s not a bad person, she just happens to be on the clueless side of things at times. At the same time, she’s also very much a hardheaded young lady, even if she’s not thinking about what she is saying when she’s fired up, often enough the things she says reflect her views and are really what she feels. Honestly though, some of her views are so simple that Cináed really seems like she might be naïve and silly, it sounds like she has very little life experience to back up what she feels. This is true, Cináed is a rather naïve girl in many aspects. While her life hasn’t always been normal, and she has had a few experiences in it that set her apart from others, she is still lacking in a lot. There are many situations she’s never had to face first hand, and as such, she doesn’t really know how she should handle them. Still, despite her lack of experience, Cináed does her best and often sticks to what she says about it. And, if she feels like she doesn’t know what to say or do, she’ll simply provide a shoulder to cry on or lend an ear to someone who might need to just vent.

With all of this in mind, Cináed is also a girl who has a rather odd temperament—that being said, she’s naïve in a way, and also simple minded in a sense, she also has an odd way of going about how she gets angry. There are not a lot of things that get her angry, but the things that do push her berserk buttons set her off in a snap, to say it simply, she has utterly no patience for the things that tick her off. That simple mind of hers will break upon the first bit of irksomeness and she’ll go on a tangent more than likely….


But still, she is naïve and silly in regards to a lot of things, and because of this, she seems rather lighthearted compared to other people when it comes to dealing with serious stuff.

Because of her naïveté, Cináed comes to trust others very easily. She approaches others with her heart on her sleeve, a smile on her face and no doubts about them; she figures that if she knows nothing about someone, why should she be judging them? This is not to say that she doesn’t have a few shallow thoughts enter her head when it comes to people’s outward appearances, but hey, she’s only human and it’s an unfortunate aspect of human nature to judge others by appearance. Even if she still does fall victim to this, Cináed often just brushes it aside and does her best to put her faith in someone until she has a legitimate reason to not. As she is, Cináed really gets attached to people easy and comes to trust others at the drop of a hat and also, she’s rather hardheaded when it comes to her opinions on people in general. When she’s formed some ideal of a person in her head, it is very hard to defer her from it. This means that if she sees a person as being good, she’ll stick to believing in this, almost indefinitely. You can barely shake her thinking like this, and it would take a near traumatic event to turn her views on a person she has deemed good. This also applies to her seeing a person in a negative view….

Cináed is like many girls her age in the sense that she has a developed view of what she sees as right and wrong. Her sense of ‘justice’ is powerful and etched very deeply into her heart and mind, these ideals though, are not like her views regarding people, Cináed’s sense of what is proper and such is rather flexible. The world is not black and white, and she believes there are many shades of grey, which is part of the reason it is so hard to defer her opinions of others.... If an action by someone she sees as good falls into the grey area of her views, then she’ll begin to try to rationalize the act immediately by thinking about possible reasons it was carried forth. It causes her to enter a time of denial about the person, until she eventually returns to seeing them as she did before—as being good.

In a word, as well, as happy a person as she is, nothing pleases Crem more than having a comfortable, soft place to sleep. In a way, she’s kind of lazy because she does enjoy sleeping so much...but her reason for enjoying it as she does comes back to the fact that she just loves that feeling of falling asleep while being warm and comfy. Because this can be a rather rare thing to happen upon, she’s made adjustments to her love of comfort—as in, she won’t just sleep on things, she’s willing to sleep clinging onto people as well. She doesn’t quite grasp the concept of normal socialization, and thanks to this, she’s not exactly afraid to go and cling onto someone, or to conk out on them too.

In a way, she can really seem stupid as well. She’s someone who is willing to give a thief something willingly so that they don’t have to say they stole from her...she doesn’t get upset when it is that someone insults her either, this might be because she doesn’t quite get what an insult is though. Or it might be because she has an uncanny ability to be inhumanly patient with any person.

In truth, Cináed De Fabre is a young lady who is very hard to define and to comprehend. She’s innocent, naïve, loving and a patient sort who is also very much an optimist.

She does have some drawbacks to her personality though, given her history and her upbringing, despite how she acts, Cináed can be a little domineering. She doesn’t mean to be this way; but she can get irritated if someone can’t come to a decision quickly enough, and if this happens she’ll take control of a situation herself and make the choices. It also isn’t out of the question for her to spill a crud joke or two to the world, she isn’t beyond this, as odd as it might seem.

And in line with a number of things, even with her temperament being so…happy, Cináed is a girl capable of holding grudges, although she can find it hard at times, if she’s passionate about something, she will hold to it.

COMBAT
Weapon: A Dagger kept hidden on her person, kept at the small of her back, Cináed has this with her for moments where her Salamander abilities might not be enough to get her out of a situation—intended only for close combat though.

Fighting Style: Rough, random and completely insane…. Really. There’s not much of another way to describe how this girl goes into combat, she’s freaking crazy when it comes down to it, it would seem. There is no thought applied to her manner of fighting, she just charges into things most often without thinking about it, basically exerts her full strength from the get go without holding anything back at all, even knowing that this might tire her out quickly. But, when going at it like this, she holds nothing in, every bit of her power is put into what she’s doing and she shows no fear in her attacks or tactics, her movements are random, disorganized and haphazard, but she’s everywhere and throwing all of her strength into her assault.

Whether or not she’s physically strong, there is no doubt that Cináed has a good deal of luck on her side…. She’s speedy, agile and apt to dodging attacks, and she’s usually able to figure out where it would be best to strike an enemy in order to quickly end a battle with the least amount of effort. Despite her airheadedness, she’s got a smart head on her shoulders, even if she just throws caution to the wind when she’s attacking.

Abilities:
Pyrokinesis – Born of Salamander blood, Cináed is gifted with the ability natural to all of her race—she’s able to control fire.

Burn Blaze
This is something pretty basic; Cináed simply holds her hands out and produces a large stream of fire from them, basically it turns her into a moving, human flamethrower. There is a problem with this though, if Cináed produces too much fire, or the streams get too large, she loses control over them and they can engulf her and anyone or thing around her.

BAH-BOOM!
When doing this Cináed has to hold her hand outward of her body, and focuses on condensing fire into a rather dense ball before she launches away from herself. The fireball explodes upon making contact with something; this is a very dangerous technique as if it touches something it burns and harms them. Cináed has no control over the flames when they leave her, so she can burn something or someone without intending to.

Spiraling Flare
This is an extension of Cináed’s ability to create streams of fire from her hands, only it involves her focusing on extending flames outward from one of her hands into an ever changing, fluid line. This technique requires her full concentration, and she is unable to actually use any other sort of ability while using this. She prefers not to use this because Cináed honesty is afraid of it, she still lacks good control over her abilities and creating a fluid line of fire like this, she can’t always tell where it will move or what it will do. She doesn’t want to hurt someone with it by accident.

Hellion’s Shield
Perhaps the technique Cináed favors most out of her derived abilities. Cináed is not a girl who likes to fight, so if she, or her friends, are put in danger, she conjures up a tall wall of flames to guard herself or those she cares for. She’ll use it to seal off an area around herself and others to act as a barrier, after all, not many people are going to run through scorching flames. This ability can be a very draining one considering she has to keep the flames going herself, and focus on what they are doing in order to keep them under her control; she can only keep it up for under an hour, at most.

Angel’s Inferno
Cináed uses her power over fire to summon up flames from her feet and hands and propel herself into the air-basically she’s using her powers to act like a jet pack so she can fly. Problem with this is though that Cináed lacks the actual control to use this ability to its full potential, so if she tries using it to fly for extended periods, she might wind up flying into something or spiralling out of control. Normally she’ll just use it for a few seconds so she can gain some distance on a jump or get to the top of a building so she can hop across the roofs. She figured this one out to make up for the fact that she’s still lacking in wings, and thus, is unable to fly if the need be.

Augmentation
Although she is able to conjure her flames out of thin air, if Cináed focuses enough she is able to control pre-existing flames and bend them to her will. Also, if Cináed winds up getting emotional around fire, the fire will react in line to how she feels. Angry or excited, it’ll spike up, and if she becomes drained or sad, it will grow weak.

Heat Control
In line with her abilities, Cináed is able to control the heat in substances to an extent. She can heat up liquids, solids and melt things if she can get the heat hot enough. Once more though, Cináed isn’t very great at using this because she lacks great control over her powers and she can let the heat go up to much and burn something, or cause it to evaporate. At the same time, Cináed is also able to suck the heat right out of things and cause them to cool down. She can’t at all control water or any other sort of liquid, but she is able to both heat them up and freeze them.

Breath of the Divine
This is something Cináed has yet to fully master, this ability allows her to induce a rapid sort of healing on someone's wounds. By using her powers to control heat, Cináed is able to use to force heal an injury by stimulating a person on a cellular level. This causes cells to divide and replace themselves at a much quicker rate than they would normally. However, because she is still lacking sufficient control over her powers, she is only able to actually use this power to the extent that someone might have a non-life threatening injury, to heal that up, and even then, she is only able to seal the wound, not make it go away completely.

BACKGROUND

Relationship Status: Single

Family:
Father – Savitr la Fabre.
Living.
Age – Forty-five.
Mother – Csilla la Fabre.
Living.
Age – Forty-two.
Elder Brother – Lucian la Fabre.
Living.
Age – Twenty-six.
Elder Sister – Althea la Fabre.
Living.
Age – Twenty.
Younger Sister – Mist la Fabre.
Living.
Age – Fourteen.

Personal History: To say her life started off normally would be a lie. The life to which Cináed was born was an interesting and somewhat odd one. The third child to be born between her parents, she had before her two elder siblings, a brother and sister…. The family-clan that Cináed’s parents and siblings belonged to was like most any other, nomadic, traders and merchants, all that. The majority of her younger years were spent traversing the world, going along with the rest of the clan in where it was they were led next. She lived her life on the road, and saw much in a short time. Growing up like this gave her an interesting outlook on the world and life; she came to be a bright and optimistic young girl brimming with energy and self-confidence. However…it was obvious from the get go that she was unlike her elder siblings in a number of ways, unlike them both, Cináed seemed to display no natural prowess in regards to her Salamander abilities. There was no strength there, no spark or potentiality to become a powerful and renowned individual….

Her father, the head of their family-clan at the time, along with her mother, did not seem to mind this fact though, their daughter was simply herself, and they had no qualms with that, no reason to be ashamed or anything of the sort. She was a bright and right-minded child who sought to do her best and live life well. Besides that, Savitr was already well on his way in training Lucian to become a powerful young Salamander at the time, to possibly become the next Clan Head, if he desired when he got older. And there was also Althea, who was in her own right a young Salamander who held a lot of promise. Though it was true that Cináed was lacking when it came to her Salamander blood, she was still very much loved and adored by her family—even if she were sometimes gossiped about among the other members of the Clan.

Eventually, around the time that Cináed’s younger sister was born, the last member of her family, Savitr took to a project that seemed most strange…he came to announce the decision he’d made to attempt making a permanent home for the family-clan, so that they no longer had to be worldly wanderers.

Although being nomads was the standard of living for the Salamander, Savitir desired to see something different for his family, for his Clan. There was much questioning and discontentment with what it was he wanted to do within the Clan at first, but, soon enough the whole of the Fabre clan was in on the beginnings of a new, permanent settlement. It’s been fourteen years since the construction and habitation of the town began and still, it is not yet finished due to the fact that a number of new Salamander continue to show up within its bounds, seeking a home there too.

For as strange as the idea seemed at first, and as hard as it was to kick the construction off too, the settlement started by Savitr has slowly grown and become a rather well known and prosperous place due to it becoming a hub of trade and sales. Perhaps a bit strange, the environment which Cináed came to grow with here was a very warm, and open one as opposed to some of the cities she visited early on in her life. Different from a number of places in the world, people of all races were welcome within the town, it didn’t matter if one was Salamander, Undine, Sylph, Gnome, Fae or Human—no one was turned away and were treated warmly. Growing up, she got to experience a variety of cultures from each of the races, and grew up without a sense of close-mindedness that might’ve become present had she grown within another part of the world.

With a permanent place to call home, and a relatively stable lifestyle, Cináed grew up an energetic young child, and a normal one at that. Despite lacking in the skills her siblings seemed to possess, even her younger sister, she still had a very good childhood, a very happy one. She played with her siblings, bonded with her father and mother, and got to see so many interesting things just from where she lived…. Life was good, she knew little suffering or sadness in her time, and the only times tears might be shed was when an older member of the family-clan would pass on. But even then, the sadness would be short-lived as it was considered insulting to cry too long when one die, following the scattering of one’s ashes to the winds, a family-clan would host a celebration in honor of the departed and regale each other with tales of their life.

As she was, Cináed led a very good life, nothing to complain about or worry toward…the only thing she felt uncomfortable about would be the fact that she was sometimes gossiped about or poked fun at due to her lacking in Salamander abilities. At least, when compared to her family. Even then, Cináed didn’t take things too seriously and often just shook it off while choosing to act like she hadn’t heard a thing said to her….

The comfortable and interesting life Cináed led was something which lasted for a long while—until recently, that is. As unfortunate as it is, this happiness was shattered several months ago when it was that Savitr came under assault by several powerful and known Salamander rogues. The match came down to being four-on-one…Savitr stood no chance against them alone. As soon as the struggle became known, several members of the Fabre family-clan, Lucian included, intervened before the battle proved fatal. To say it, Lucian did his old man proud that day, though he had the aid of the family-clan, he managed to combat the rogues and staved them off. However…Savitr had been near-fatally injured, he was alive, but barely, and Lucian too suffered some serious injuries.

The rogues ran off, escaping, able to return to attack again at anytime…. With both Lucian and Savitr incapacitated, it fell to Csilla, Cináed’s mother, to overlook the wellbeing of the family-clan until it was that either her son or husband recovered enough to take charge once more. Knowing the threat that remained over her family, with those rogues on the loose, Cináed began to insist on knowing what it was her mother planned on doing about their lingering presence—to this, Csilla could only tell her daughter that she didn’t know what could be done as they’d vanished, whereabouts unknown.

Frustrated by this answer, Ciná stormed off, in a fit of tears. Her father and brother had been hurt, violently and randomly assaulted by a group of rogues for whatever the reason…. And her mother was left to overlook the clan and town while not even knowing what to do, or what could be done to deal with these Salamander. Though she knew her own weaknesses, that she was lacking the strength present within the rest of her family—that she didn’t even have her wings yet, Cináed came to a choice on what it was she was going to do. In the dead of the night, she left home to track down the bastards who threatened the sanctity of her home, who’d injured her family, and who remained an ever present threat to not just her Clan, but to any other Salamander in the world.

Though she knew she would miss her family dearly, she still left, leaving behind only a not explaining to her mother what it was she sought to do. Even if the odds are against her, even if Cináed can consciously admit what she’s doing is stupid, she still presses onward to find the rogues, feeling so strongly about ending them so that they cannot hurt another innocent person again. Some months have passed by since Cináed left behind her family and home, seven. In recent weeks, she’s finally picked up on the trail of one of the rogues, and very soon, she’ll be going against them in combat…even if she knows she might not make it out alive.

OTHER:
A Sylph of a Feather
The feathers Cináed can be seen wearing, woven into her braid belong to a Sylph. At one point when it was that her family-clan was moving through the mountains, through Sylph territory that at that point in time was unoccupied due to migratory patterns—Cináed got curious about what the homes of the Sylph looked like…. So, being the nosy youngster she was at the time, she went ahead and snuck away from the campsite her clan had established for the night and took to exploring. While rooting through the empty homes of the Sylph, she came across two feathers, very pretty ones. Even knowing that if she were caught with the feathers that her little exploration would be discovered, she couldn’t resist herself. Cináed took with her the set of feathers, and of course, she was found with them the next day and wound up having to go without dinner that night, but in the end she got to keep the pretty feathers, and keeps them with her to this day, woven into the brain she keeps within her hair at the nape of her neck.

A Broken Memento
Upon her person, Cináed can be seen carrying a pocket watch, and while this little detail would be otherwise insignificant, there remains the fact that this little accessory of hers is actually broken. Although it should be considered useless to keep a broken watch, Ciná refuses entirely to part with this thing, even if it doesn’t work. Having had it with her for some months now, this thing of hers hold to it a sort of sentimental value, it serves as a reminder of the resolve that burns within her heart. The pocket watch belonged to Cináed’s father, and it was something precious to him…he kept it with him always and made sure it was in good condition and working order…. However, when he came under assault, the watch unfortunately met its end as far as telling time went. It wound up suffering critical damage, and though repairs were attempted on it, it could only be restored to the point of looking like it once did.

Despite this fact, when it was Cináed took to her own journeys, seeking out the assailants who nearly killed her papa, she snatched up the broken timepiece and took it with her in order to remind herself of what she was doing…. There will be instances where she will take the watch out of her pocket, click it open and stare at the unmoving hands, although it looks strange, she’s actually reminiscing of her father and family when she’s doing this, while strengthening her resolve in finding those rogues.

A Bag of Tricks
The shoulder bag that can be seen on her person at most times holds within it a variety of things Cináed finds to be very useful…. From vials of toxins, medicines and such, she keeps with her things that she can use in a tight spot as far as illness, injury, or escaping humanoid enemies go. Kept in here as well is her money for and from her travels.

So begins...

Cináed Rubina la Fabre's Story

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[Cináed Rubina la Fabre]


Life, it was never easy, was it? No, it wasn’t, then, really, nothing was when things boiled down. Really, life just threw whatever the hell it felt like at you, probably for its own entertainment. To see how it was one handled it…or if they could. Some people were more than strong enough to take the hurdled placed before them, and others simply weren’t. In all, it simply depended on what life wanted to do to you. Sometimes the obstacles were large, other times, they were small. In the case of one certain Salamander in particular, however…life sure seemed to enjoy putting mountains in front of her to trounce. There seemed to be few gaps between them as well, it was just one struggle after another, there was never a rest or reprieve between. Though these circumstances were self-imposed, occurring because of the choices she’d made consciously…there were still times where things proved too much, where she wanted to stop it and give in, give up and go home because it was completely overwhelming.

More than a few times, she honestly couldn’t help but wondering if maybe her life had become entertainment for the Gods, if that were the case, the seven of them really must have been enjoying themselves, laughing their divine asses off at what she underwent at times. Even Father Frena might’ve been in on it all....

The last odd months of her life had consisted of constant travels, moving all over the face of Edasler Bria in order to seek out those rogue Salamander responsible for the assault on her father. Those whom her family and clan barely managed to stave off.... Upon being overpowered, they turned tail and fled, though not without bearing some arrogant and cocky smirks that bespoke of their pleasure in nearly doing her old man in. Traveling was a task easy enough for her though, after all, Salamander were by nature nomadic, they rarely ever settled down in one particular place for long. But, the fact that she was always moving, and barely stayed in place for more than a day took its toll upon her, physically and mentally. The journey was not going to be an easy one of course, she’d told herself before she’d took up the duty of seeking out the rogues herself. She’d steeled herself for the hardships that would come her way.

And through it all, she seemed to have weathered it well enough, times might’ve come and gone where she wanted to break under everything, under the strain isolation put on her, and the missing of her family.... Every time those sentiments came to pass, she always reminded herself of why she was journeying to begin with—for the sake of her family, for the sake of her father who nearly died. Those smirks remained burned into her memory; she knew the twisted and sick joy behind those looks. They’d enjoyed themselves, fighting her father, and it was more than likely that they would again return to her home again to attempt an attack on him again. If they’d nearly succeeded in taking him down once, the chances of him enduring another bout were frightening to think about. Even with that in mind, there also existed the possibility that they would engage in battle another unprepared Salamander Clanhead.... The thought of that was enough to drive her onward in her self-appointed mission, connecting it with what had happened to her dad.

No matter if the circumstances of her life were but a bit of amusement to the Seven Divine, she pressed on, never breaking or losing herself to the pressure. She had taken it upon herself to end those who’d nearly ended her father, to keep them from disrupting the sanctity of her home, and the lives of others.

So it was that day after long day, she took to looking across the world. Trekking over half a continent by both foot and caravan, traversing the planet with only the wisps of fragmented rumors to go on, she did what she could to find even one of these rogues. She did all in her power to accomplish her self-appointed undertaking, as every day came to pass, things sometimes got harder, trails seemed to come up cold or the rumors would be false. Weeks could be wasted on a fruitless pursuit, until; finally, she caught wind of idle gossip while shopping for supplies in a small port. Word of some outlandish, out of place Salamander roaming along the coast of the human country she’d been within for some time.... Though tentative of what she’d heard, she followed through upon the rumors, chasing one after another from town to town, until it was at last it seemed as if one chapter of her journey was about to come to its climax.

From her travels from outside the borders of Martanth, to the southernmost coastline of Hemming, it began in the morning. A confrontation came to occur from the uncertainty of how to go about the situation. On the cliffside, above Songstress Bay, they fought, a small girl against a larger, far more experienced man. Cináed held out against him as best as she could manage, fighting and fighting with all she had in her, only for it all to end when one final blow was delivered to her by the rogue.

Right to her forehead, the blow enough to send the girl stumbling backward until she finally just tumbled back and landed flat to the ground, vision blurring in and out, her body aching from the multiple injuries she’d undertaken as a result of the hopeless battle. Cuts, bruises, burns.... Exhaustion was also beginning to overtake her to the point that she could barely move herself anymore. In the fleeting moments of consciousness following the blow to the forehead, Cináed had just laid there in the thick grass on the cliff, hoping the Frena that something might save her from a fate of death...dread creeping in upon her body with every slow footstep she heard, coming toward her. The fact that it seemed like death was inevitable, after failing to take on even one of the rogue, it was pathetic, she knew that her endeavors could come to cost her, her life, but she honestly didn’t think it could happen so quickly.

When the footsteps stopped, right above her, she knew that it was as good as over; her life was going to shortly end. It felt like ice surged through her as her body felt numb, tingled, and fear overtook her, regret too. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even scream as she was pulled up by a hand wrapped around her throat, nearly crushing it. Her body was too weak to fight back against him anymore. All she heard was a disturbing laugh before it happened, before he threw her over the edge. Certainly, there was a grin upon his face....

For a moment, she managed to open her blue eyes to see what waited for her below; only to lament it as she knew that things were undoubtedly over for her then. Below her was only water, the deep sea. She could not swim, and she’d never learned. The sea was one thing that she feared greatly. But now, she had no choice but to face it head on...and as she fell, she knew she was going to lose to it as she had lost to the rogue. Her small body hit the clear water with a loud smack, and not a noise came from Cináed’s lungs or throat as the thick liquid swallowed her up into its clutches, trying to pull her down into it.

Though fatigue plagued her injured and wounded form, still the Salamander struggled against the grasp had upon her by the sea, fighting to stay afloat...to stay conscious. However, she only sank deeper into the watery depths, the liquid rushing into her lungs, burning and stinging as it filled her throat and nose. Pain rocketed through her from her lungs, and her head grew quickly dazed and confused, the ache of fear and dread leaving her, the sense of regret ebbing away as everything came to be forgotten. Her family, her ‘mission,’ the trepidation of death, all of it slipped away as slowly she fell unconscious.... It seemed it really was indeed over. Yet, even after she’d fainted as she’d sunk down into the ocean, Cináed couldn’t have known that her body had begun to rise back up toward the surface; as the sea’s currents began to pull her out further from land.

From her though...had her breath been stolen, smothered by the water her lungs were incapable of handling. Following soon...her heart would cease its beating, and her mind would become unable to urge it onward, to force her body to remain alive any longer....

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[Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania]


He was swimming at ludicrous speed, just after escaping a Kingdom he was next in line to rule and leaving his fiance at the alter. Nobody was chasing him, so he wasn't really sure why he was straining himself to go fast, even in the current that was propelling him all the faster. Perhaps he still wanted to illusion of something exhilarating, because honestly, despite the recent chain of events, he was bored, of all things.

His thoughts raced back to the things that had just transpired, and the rate of which they escalated.

It had started years ago, really. When he reached the age that called for arranged marriage. It was easy to dodge at first, Nico simply ignored his suitors and occupied his time with other activities. But in the passing year, his parents, father especially, became more forceful about it. He would be locked in the same room as his suitors, or chaperoned on outings by his parents. He never bothered feigning interest, however, and wasn't hesitant to announce his distaste for each one. Sure, some were not deserving of it, but he simply did not want to be forced into marriage and it had been beginning to get on his nerves.

This only angered his father, but on the upside, he gained support from his older sister. She would agree and side with him, often settling down their father's qualms at the time. But as her duties as Songstress became more demanding, he was left vulnerable once again and events eventually lead up to a suitor actually being chosen and a marriage being arranged. A marriage he was now fleeing from.

His escape was aided by his sister, not that it was that dramatic of an escape. There were no guards or the like waiting to prevent his escape. In reality, his sister had just escorted him to the fringes and gifted him with things he might need, some of which he wasn't even aware of at the time.

His thoughts were uninterrupted as he swam head first into something; another body. It hadn't been there a second prior, but apparently had been swept in by the pull. He halted afterwards, though, dazed slightly by the blow to his head as he observed it. It was a girl, she appeared small and young. She also appeared human and lifeless. As that registered in his mind, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest, forcing himself out of the current and towards the surface.

It had only been a matter of seconds, but it felt like an eternity for Nico to reach the top of the water. His eyes searched for an opening to land, and when they found it, his tail kicked him off towards it at even faster speeds than the current was granting him. As he approached it, he practically leaped out of the water and onto the ground, placing the girl on her back as a small body of water formed into a sphere and rose behind him, taking on the form of a companion he had yet to meet.

He gazed at it for a minute, observing it's sleek body before turning his eyes back to the apparently dead girl. He looked her over, unsure of what to do, and his sudden panic was halted only by a voice coming from the sentient form of water.

Tha wedas ail has rilrr, sanuya aid.

He nodded at it, understanding what it had said and pushing the fact that it had used his dead language to the back of his head. He placed his hands above the girls chest and attempted to focus. He then slowly moved his hands to the right, directing the water out of her lungs and back into her throat, before moving them above her head and drawing it out of her mouth. He threw his hands to his side, launching the water back out towards its source and attempting to observe the girl now as panic started to seep into his thoughts again and a pain began to shoot through his body.

He remained sitting up as he clutched at his own chest, starting to feel a lack of oxygen himself. The gills that usually lay situated on his chest shrunk away to nothing, leaving smooth skin in their place, and the markings he had grown to pride in seemed to inch up his arm and chest, crawling out of his own line of sight. He felt a burning in his chest and looked back and forth between the girl and the creature once more.

Aais, rha laanr eais. Ill irrui weld has du raiya, rseld aid du has. Fairhd dhsuirh irruis feail. Yui'rr raiya, eln ru wairr rha.

It's voice strangely soothed him, and he once again followed its advice as the panic and pain seemed to fade. He took a deep breath, of direct air now, into his lungs and, ignoring the pain, leaned down and forced it into the mouth of the girl. He repeated this process four more times before beginning to feel faint himself and his ignorance to the pain diminishing. He began to writhe, turning to lay flat on his back as his tail shrunk in on itself and divided, giving way to legs. The color of his hair and eyes began to change, all the while a searing pain situated its way into every inch of his body.

His vision began to fade, and he took one last look at the creature before everything went black, hearing only the last few words it offered before passing out entirely, leaving him unconscious and nude next to a girl who he wasn't even sure he had been able to save or not, the words echoing through his head before it all went silent.

Id'rr err fa uyas ruul. Rard.
(It'll all be over soon. Rest.)


And rest he did, having drifted off into a slumber that was sure to be interrupted soon enough.

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The wind whipped Sylvia’s hair into her face as she walked out of her town’s limits and made it towards Songstress Bay, where she recently found herself being drawn to for the past couple of months. “Blahh, oh gosh how did flour get into my hair?!” She spat out along with her hair. The weather seemed to have roughened up a bit since this morning, causing a slight frown to creep up on her lips. She hadn’t brought anything to take shelter under if it rained.

Sylvia gathered her hair and put it into side ponytail and kept on through the, well it would be knee high to any regular height person but it went to her hip, tall grass. There was a pathway that would have been safer, but for a girl her size it would have been a very unwise thing to do. So she took her chances with the snakes and other mysterious creatures in the mini jungle.

“Cool grass blowing up the pass
Don't you know I'm feeling mellow
Oh I love your Roman nose, the way you curl your toes baby
Make me feel so mellow

It's the same old feeling I get when you're stealing
Back into my bed again, yeah
With the curtains closed oh and the window froze
By the rhythm of the rain

You make me mellow, oh you make me mellow
Rocking smooth and slow
Mellow's the feeling that we get
Watching the coal fire glow

Oh, you make me mellow, oh I make you mellow
Wrecking the sheets real fine
Heaven knows what you sent me Lord
But God this is a mellow time

Going down to the stores in town
Getting all the things we need
Oh, don't forget the beer, oh my little dear
It helps to sow the mellow seed

And it can't be bad, all the love I've had
Coursing through my life
Oh, Down in the pass where the wind blows fast
And mellow's feeling right”


Sylvia sang the song that her parents, Henry and Molly, had play around the house. It was a cute little tune that she learned to play on the piano as a surprise to their twenty year anniversary. She thought back to when she first heard the song and giggled. It had taken her a few minutes to understand the lyrics and when she finally did, she blushed head to toe. Her parents laughed as she ran to her room.

She was finally at the cliff, the wind blowing harder than before, and she took a big gulp of hair. Nothing made her feel more free then this. If it wouldn’t kill her she would have jumped into the water. Her eyes moved from the horizon to something that was go through the water at a fast pace and onto the shore. “What in the…what is that?” She got closer to the edge, making sure she didn’t fall, and watched. “Oh dear! Is she dead?” She saw a lifeless girl first. She couldn’t do anything from up there and it would of taken her to long for her to go to them.

Her thought process was cut off when she saw something lean into the girl. Sylvia’s eyes moved to the head of the other being and down till she realized that being was a he and he was naked. “For the love of all things that are clothed and not naked…gosh where are his clothes?!” She yelled, blushed, and hurried from the edge of the cliff before she fell to her death. “Some people take being free to the extreme. Maybe, I should go down there just in case and hopefully he is not naked.” She huffed and made her way to them, just in case by any chance the girl was alive.

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It was sudden—the return to consciousness. From the moment air was forced back into her lungs, she awoke with a start, body going completely rigid as her eyes shot wide open, her heart jumping to life so quickly that all she heard for a moment was its frantic beating in her ears, blood pumping through her cold and sodden body. She gasped inwardly, greedily sucking in oxygen before she broke into a fit of violent, breath stealing coughs. She sounded as if she were choking as it continued on, pain shooting through her limbs and form with every violent motion. In-between the choking coughs, she shakily attempted to breath in, body seemingly desperate and starved of air. Breath quivering as much as her suddenly very cold body, Cináed managed to force the coughing fit to subside, as she continued to take in air uncertainly, mind beyond the realm of foggy and dazed at the moment. The only thing that she knew for certain or that remained coherent was the need to breathe.

Everything . . . hurt, it hurt bad. Her body was aching as she quivered, but her head was so foggy, that she couldn’t remember why it was she’d be hurting so damn much. It was hard for her to form even a coherent thought for a moment, as she slowly brought her eyes to open, finding it hard to get her vision to adjust and focus at all. It hurt to even have her eyes open. Frena, what happened...? she thought, a slow and soft groan escaping her as a dull throbbing overtook her whole form, from her toes to her head. Nothing was free of pain.

And for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what had happened to her, or why it was she was in such agony.

As she lay there, silently on the sand...she was quickly enough pulled from her jumbled thoughts and confusion. Very much near her, she heard it, the sound of someone writhing about, squirming on the sand. Blinking a few times, trying to clear away the pain from just having her eyes open, Cináed’s head slowly turned to look to her side—only for her to let out a yelp, and bolt upright, sitting to stare at the sight that was right next to her. A male Undine was right near her, thrashing about in anguish himself, and though this was true, the sodden Salamander made no movements as she simply stared at him for a few seconds as her scrambled mind failed to connect any thoughts together other than what it was her eyes were seeing.

For a short time, the pain was forgotten within her...until it was she was near perfectly still yet again, a jolt of it ran through her without warning. A sharp seethe came from between the girl’s teeth though when a piercing pain shot through her chest, severe enough to cause her muscles to lock up, and for her to cringe up. The girl’s hands shot to her diaphragm as her breath was stolen right out from her lungs from the shock. Her face still locked in a grimace, Cináed turned her blue eyes down to her hand, vision blurring in and out a bit. Careful about it, she began to breathe again, albeit she took air in and out in shallow instances. Her ribcage...it really hurt, although everything else on her did too at that moment, but the pain that went through her at even moving it was enough of a shock to stop her in her tracks.... While her eyes began to at last, properly adjust to the lighting of wherever she was, she finally took note of a simple fact; Cináed caught a look at her bare arm, and realized that it was riddled with bruises, nasty ones. That was enough to make it all come back to her; the decided battle she’d engaged in before, with the rogue. She was fated to lose before she’d even began that.... For the sake of her father, she’d took on an opponent that she was in no way ready to take on. And it’d cost her indeed, although she was lucky enough to have escaped the brawl with her life.

Body still throbbing, the Salamander’s eyes widened as she stared down at her arm, shivering from being cold and wet; the pieces of the occurrence began to reveal themselves to her quickly, until everything fell back into place. I don’t remember much near the end, but, wasn’t I flung into the sea? She did her best to remember, pulling at the foggy and uncertain memories of near the end of it best she could, trying as hard as she could to make them coherent. A calm look came over her face as she maintained her position, and breathing pattern, remembering. Yeah, he did throw me into the bay, I can remember hitting the water, and it swallowing me up before I passed out. Carefully, Cináed turned her head up, noting the pain in her neck as she did so.

Wait...if I passed out in the water, I should be dead...not sitting on land, very much alive and in pain. The girl’s body felt like it went even colder, heart skipping a beat in her chest as her memory connected together at last, and she came to realize what she hadn’t beforehand—the Undine writhing around right next to her, who was very clearly in pain!

That was when it kicked in—the adrenalin that is. A yelp came from the girl’s throat as jerked her head over to again look at the poor guy, a very distressed expression overtook her features. How the hell had she not realized that there was someone right freaking next to her thrashing about in pain?! Whether or not she was just coming out of being half-drowned, she should’ve been able to acknowledge his situation—of all the times her obliviousness had to strike, it had to happen at what could’ve been one of the worse possible moments! About a bajillion thoughts slammed into her mind at once regarding this whole state of affairs, her own situation forgotten for the moment, her injuries becoming the very last thing on her mind. Cináed didn’t know what was wrong with him, why it was the Undine was in such distress for the moment, and being careful about it, to avoid being slammed with his tail as he did squirm about, the Salamander turned to face him, a look of worry on her face.

What in the name of Frena do I do?! He’s, I don’t—gah! the girl’s hand shot to grip the side of her head as she slammed her eyes shut, unable to comprehend or think of how to handle this mess, the guy was in no shape to talk, so she couldn’t find out what was wrong, and without that info, she was useless to help him. A groan slipped from her while her body shook from the anxiety and panic she felt at being unable to help him, she hated the idea of being useless to given assistance.... However, it took a few moments, a few moments of scrambled and jumbled thoughts for something to drop in out of nowhere, a thought that actually made sense amidst the chaos of her mind.

A memory, and knowledge. With it, her eyes opened about as quickly as they could, before she stared at the poor Undine before her. I...forgot, Undine, when they leave the water, they change between their aquatic forms and their terrestrial ones. A frown formed over her face, And unlike the Salamander who also can change...their transformation is very painful; Osael did not show much kindness to his children like Frena did in that way. Cináed removed her hand from her head as she remained overtop the Undine, watching. Still yet, she could not help but notice a very strange thing happening as it was he turned. The markings that had been upon his body, ones she’d thought tattoos began to recede away while it was even his hair color began to change. Okay, I don’t think that’s supposed to happen? she thought blinking.

A moment after this thought passed through her head though, another surfaced in her mind while it was the most wrenching part of the Undine’s transformation occurred...the division of the tail into legs. However....

Gah...I forgot about that too! The small Salamander’s injured body went rigid while it was her face turned beet red at a moment’s notice. Not only is their change painful, but it doesn’t exactly come equipped with clothing! Although she definitely wasn’t as squeamish about the matter of nudity when it came to the opposite sex as some girls her age might be, that didn’t mean she was perfectly comfortable with it either. Cináed averted her eyes while the Undine’s change came to its end, feeling her face redden even further. It was only at this point that she was able to take note of one other thing that persisted within proximity of her as well—seeing what looked like water move within the air out of the corner of her eye, the mortified Salamander found her gaze drawn toward its source.

Hovering about the now seemingly human boy before her was a sort of creature, looking rather like a fish, formed of...water. She could only stare at it a moment, as its attention was focused upon the Undine who it seemed to accompany. Okay, make sense of that later more important things.... she thought, forcing her mind from the subject of the strange creature. Her face still red from the fact that the Undine lying before was undoubtedly nude...and seemingly unconscious now, Cináed found herself letting out a sigh as she shut her eyes and moved her hands to what lay around her neck now, though it was sodden, the cape she wore would at least provide some cover for the boy and make it bearable for her to look at him without flushing.

Undoing the knot that held the article in place, the Salamander removed it from around her, and very quickly draped it overtop the Undine’s middle, sighing as she did so. “Oh Frena.... What happened?” she mumbled, looking back to the water-fish for a moment as she drew a hand up to her head.

Slowly, the pain and ache of her battered body returned to her as she came to calm down. And she remembered before, what her mind had been on about…the fact that she’d been flung off a cliff by the rogue she’d engaged in combat. So, since I somehow managed to survive a bludgeoning, drowning, possible internal bleeding, and dying from dehydration or starvation...and since I woke up to find a writhing Undine near me on a beach, I think I can come to the conclusion that he’s the one who saved me. Her eyes went back to the unconscious Undine boy...to whom she likely owed her life.

A groan slipped from her as the distress of her injuries began to make a return to her body, throbbing and such. A sharp pain around her neck too got her, a bruise forming from when it was the rogue had hoisted her up and tossed her into the ocean. Sighing, the girl set her eyes upon the face of the seemingly sleeping Undine, the strange fish thing still floating about him...what it was she still had no idea, but it seemed to have intelligence about it that she couldn’t deny. ....I know Undine changes are painful, but, I can’t help but worry. Looking around a bit, a look of discontentment upon her face, Cináed was uncertain of what it was she could or should do.

So, she did the only blatantly obvious thing that occurred to her—which was to carefully reach out, and set a hand on the boy’s forehead and attempt to speak despite the discomfort in doing so. “U-Um, please, wake up? You....are you all right...?”

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[Nicodemus Nylgunir Osael de Oceania]


And wake up he did, after some delay.

Not much went on his mind as he lay there, not moving for a split second. It seemed like an eternity, though, and thoughts slowly began to surface as he stirred. He heard talking, and felt movement, along with something touching him. He was head, and he would have been more alerted had he not been in the state he was currently in. He struggled to move, but felt sluggish, and still in slight pain. The new appendages felt odd to him, and he wriggled his toes slightly, as if testing them out. And then, he opened his eyes.

It was just darkness for a moment, as if inky tendrils enveloped his vision, but then the light flooded in and memories came rushing back to him. His eyes just stared at the visible expanse of sky for a moment, before crossing slightly to focus on the hand placed on his forehead, then zoning in on the owner of said hand. He stared at the girl for a moment, blinking once, looking away, then blinking again and returning to his stare. His mouth opened for a moment, then closed.

Then his brain kicked in and he brush the hand off of his head, sat up, and moved his hands to cover what he thought he was exposing to the poor girl, only to feel the brush of cloth already there. Which means that it had already been exposed and taken care of. He sighed then, mostly out of relief due to the fact that the girl had lived and had managed to remain nonchalant enough to somehow cover him. His gaze moved then, from the girl to the creature that had spoken his dead tongue earlier.

"Yuis lena, whed air aid?" He spoke it as a hushed whisper, the tone of which came out sounding more demanding than he intended. He mentally justified it by noting that he was rustic with the language.

Lear. The reply came almost immediately, as if the creature had read his thoughts before they were vocalized. Nico turned his gaze back to the girl for a moment, before replying to Laes.

"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" He asked, curious as to what exactly transpired when he was unconscious. He then turned slightly to the girl, repeating the question, in a language she'd understand. "What happened?"

Yui wasa lud uid llus rulr, rha suyasan irrui, runafunirr irrarran llsun e sraillll, dhal rha fresan has heln ul irruis haen eln irrui wuca if. Laes' answer came first, and he nodded to the entity. His eyes then turned up to the cliff Laes mentioned, pupils contracting as they hit the light. He hadn't been told much, just that he was out for a few moments, and that all that had transpired was a person yelling from a cliff, and then his head being touched. Still, it left Nico wondering who had been yelling from the cliff. Had it been the very person who caused the girl to nearly die? Were they now headed back for more? It put him on guard, but once again, as if reading his thoughts, Laes soothed him.

Nu dhsaed. A rnerr llanera.

No threat. It repeated in his head and his breathing became more calm. Nico stood then, bringing the cape placed on him up with him and tying it into a knot at his side, so it acted as a skirt of sorts. He turned to face towards the incline he had previously been facing away from, looking up at the wooded are it lead to. He wondered if it lead to a path, and then began to wobble a bit, the balance portion of his new legs now becoming difficult. His heel dug into the sand as he braced himself more and he looked down at the girl once more.

"You're okay."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and he said no more before offering his hand to the girl. That is, of course, until Laes interjected.

Yuis lena.
(Your name.)


He nodded, once more, and looked into the girls eyes before raising his other hand and placing it against his chest. "Nicodemus." He then motioned it towards her, eyebrows arcing as he waited for her response.

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As he came to, a sigh of relief slipped from her, although she knew the reason he’d gone unconscious in the first place, something which she couldn’t help at all…the fact that he was waking up made her feel at least a bit better, mentally and emotionally anyway. Physically she remained in some levels of pain—the discomfort from her injures, known and unknown went through her with the slightest movement she made, and the shallowest of breaths too. His eyes opened, and he turned his gaze upon her for a moment, though he was undoubtedly disoriented. As she’d been upon her waking too. To him she offered a weak smile, something hard to manage given the fact that a part of her just wanted to let out a groan and tumble backward, to lay there until she felt better.

After a moment of silence, the boy opened his mouth, as if he were going to speak before he shut it again, and brushed her hand away from his forehead; how could she have forgotten to remove that upon his waking…? The Undine sat upward, seeming to move his hands to cover what she’d taken the liberty of beforehand with her cape. Cináed moved back a bit, giving him some breathing room as he let out a sigh, of what she assumed was relief. I suppose he’s glad I was able to cover him up.... she reasoned, her gaze was kept upon him as he turned to look at her again, before his own eyes turned to the watery-creature that remained at his beckon.

He spoke to it, voiced hushed, a whisper only—the tone of his voice sounded near-demanding to her. She couldn’t make out what he’d said, or asked, of the strange fish. So, she was left only to stare at him, eyes going between the Undine and the fish. His gaze went back to her again, then again to the fish.... Cináed didn’t know what to make of this, of him, at the moment. For certain now, all she knew was what she could figure. She’d almost drowned after her being defeated, then her life was saved by this Undine who she woke up to find writhing about in pain as he underwent his given transformation. Her face was still a shade of red, this she was sure of because it felt hot compared to the rest of drenched and sodden body. He’s seems a bit odd, at least, compared to the few Undine I’ve dealt with in my lifetime. But, I’m sure that I owe him my life. I’d have drowned if he hadn’t of saved me

"Lear. I'n Naisunanir. Whed heffalan?" he spoke again, loud enough for her to hear this time—but clearly not understand. The language in which the Undine spoke, it was different, a tongue completely foreign to her ears. Hearing it caused Cináed to tilt her head to the side, an obviously perplexed expression crossing over her features. Yep...she was lost with what he’d said to the fish. Frena, please don’t let that be the only language he speaks—because I’ll be unable to communicate with him if that’s so.

“What happened?” he suddenly asked her, which startled her back into reality. Her crystal-colored eyes widened a bit and she looked upon him a bit blankly, startled by the fact that he’d gone from speaking one language to another. The question itself was easy enough to answer, but with her state and the suddenness of its asking...she couldn’t help but be a bit lost.

Before she could say anything though, he was looking away again, toward the nearby cliffs—the ones she seemed to have been thrown from before. The rogue! her mind jumped backward, remembering the encounter she’d had before. She was supposed to be going after the rogues...but that was what netted her, her current state to begin with now. Regardless though, she’d imposed the task of ending them before they could disrupt anyone else’s lives like they had with hers and her Clan’s. He’s gotten away by now...and even if I could track him down, trying to take him on again like this would get me killed. I at least need to try to heal. she sighed, shutting her eyes. Cináed did her best to make her body relax a bit as best she could.... Before she could go and even consider combat or tracking again, she needed to recover, and also pay her dues to this strange Undine for having saved her sorry ass.

About half a minute passed by, only the lapping of the waves upon the seashore filled the silence until it was she heard the Undine begin trying to ascend to his feet. Blinking a couple of times, pushing the pain she felt back again as she turned her head up to look at him—noting that he tied her cape into a very fashionable looking skirt. He was looking outward, toward an incline that lead to a small patch of forest. The fact that the boy began to wobble a bit where he stood did not go past her either, she noticed the fact that he seemed a bit weak in the legs for a moment before he steeled himself against it. New to land, perhaps? Obviously, a newly landbound Undine would have a bit of trouble finding their balance when fresh from water....

He looked back down to her, “You’re okay.” he simply said. Not asking, just stating a fact, an observation.

Define ‘okay.’ Cináed thought to herself, staring up at him.

With no more being said by him, he held out his hand to her. Before he again nodded, and promptly looked down at her, right into her eyes. His other hand went to his bare chest, and he spoke, “Nicodemus.” He then gestured to her.

Nicodemus...? Was that his name? So, did he now want hers as well?

Even with the pain she felt in her bruised throat from speaking at the moment, she knew well enough it’d be rude to not oblige when he did manage to save her from a premature, watery grave. Giving to him a simple nod, to show she understood what he meant. Breathing out, the Salamander readied herself for the discomfort she would feel for doing this, “I’m Cináed Rubina la Fabre...and yes, I’m ‘okay’ for the most part, sans the injuries....”

More than a few times, her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke, eyes glassing over a bit with the obvious pain she felt. “Y-You saved my life...didn’t you?” she asked, “....thank you for that,” Her crystal-eyes turned down, looking upon the hand still extended out to her. It would hurt to move, and to stand, but she couldn’t remain where she sat. After a moment of looking at his hand, Cináed tentatively extended her arm outward, setting her gloved hand into his, gripping onto it lightly as a surge of pain traveled up her arm.

“Are you all right...? I know that the change an Undine undergoes is extremely painful, unlike what I would go through as a Salamander....” she spoke again, still concerned for his wellbeing.

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Sylvia stumbled down the cliff as she hurried towards the two by the water. She had no idea what she would do once she got there. Fighting was not her forte; having only basic defensive skills left her pretty much defenseless. The blame couldn’t be put on Henry or Molly; after the adoption Molly had wanted her to take lessons in many fighting classes just in case her biological mother came back for her, but after a few classes she just couldn’t take hurting another person and came home crying. Henry and Molly let her drop out, but on her sixteenth birthday they gave her a pocket knife and made her promise to always carry it.

Now here she was, walking back in the woods that lead to them, with her hand in her pocket curled around the knife. Just be kind, maybe the guy won’t kill you. Apparently he tried to save a girl…or eat her.” Sylvia shivered at the images that played in her mind. Seeing him digging into the poor girl’s flesh and ripping it off, blood and guts pouring onto the ground, made her stop in her tracks. Leaning onto a tree she took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her stomach and nerves. She would be no good if she needed to fight if she was driving herself sick. Sylvia patted the front of her thighs, Okay….I got this…she ask him kindly if the girl is alright…that is all you have to do, hopefully.

She hurried and made it to where the woods stopped and suddenly stopped, I-I can’t… Her mind ran back and forth before she finally stepped into sight. A gush of wind blew, taking this a signal and becoming a little more courageous, she walked up until there were six or seven feet between them. She had seen the girl was okay and the boy was clothed. Thank Sweet Nectar! He is clothed.

“A-are…I-Is everyone alright? I saw…uhm…the girl was kind of lifeless…” She said so low that it would be a miracle if anyone of them heard her. Her face was red with embarrassment, but her eyes showed something different. She was a little bit confused, but also cautious. The guy looked funny, plus if he was the one who was swimming super-fast then she wondered how. He had normal human legs. She shook her head slowly and stared at the two. The sun hitting on the water made her green eyes shine, which made her look more angelic.

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"Just because we wear some word called 'honor' like armor, doesn't mean it protects us. You're nothing more than scum."





Hikari slid back into the sheath with a small, low, metallic sound, as Alesiar walked out of the small, slightly decrepit village. It was a poor town, many of the people left were the old and the sick, or the young and the sick who were orphans. The only strong ones were the few urchins who ran around stealing bread and cheese from merchants' carts to help feed the weaker ones.

Alesiar knew how that felt a little too well. It hadn't been very long ago that that had been what he had been doing. Though he had only been stealing for himself, so that he could survive. Many of the urchins and orphans in the village had been mixed races. Some had been Sylph, and he had seen a couple Undine as well, which surprised him, but at the same time, he hadn't bothered to ask any questions. It wasn't his business, so why bother? Besides, urchins and orphans weren't about to talk with a six-foot-two guy dressed all in black with two swords strapped to his back.

Well, apart from the one who was trying to follow him at the moment. He knew who she was, she was the one who had thanked him, and he had only looked at her, and turned and walked away without a word. And now she was following him. What could she want? Money, perhaps? It would make sense. His thoughts were interrupted but a large and beefy hand grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around roughly. It wasn't hard for the overweight man, Al was rather light. His stoic expression changed in not the slightest while the man, who had been his employer, stuck a sausage-like finger in his face and began yelling at him, his face going purple and his mustache bristling. As the man ranted, Alesiar's only thought was wondering how the man had gotten so fat in such a poor town.

"Now you listen here, you, you...rat! I gave you a job to do, I wanted the heads of the thieves robbing my carts! And here now you just think you're going to hand over my own goods to the little cretins and just waltz out of here?! I'll have your head, you filthy bastard, you, you, thief! I'll--"

Alesiar had had enough of the man, and he snatched the man's finger in two of his own, twisting it so that the fat man cringed and cried out. His eyes flashed crimson as he glared at the fat man in front of him. Silently, with his free hand, he unbuckled the strap holding on his swords, which fell to the ground with a clang, and then let go of the man in order to take off his long coat. The man stumbled back away from him, holding his injured finger, his purple face now white from pain and fear, his beady little mouse eyes swiveling around for an exit, and then latched on to Alesiar when he realized what he was seeing. Alesiar had let his wings out, one six-foot pure black, the other six-foot pure metal. It was a thing of both beauty and horror, and he heard the girl hiding behind the tree gasp. She was also a Sylph.

Alesiar advanced on the man, moving both of his wings so that the sharp tips were only inches away from the man's face. "Who you sent me to kill were nothing more than young children. If you want them dead, then you're nothing but a cowardly prick who deserves to die. They're children. Are your goods really that precious? Then again, by your sheer size, I would hazard a yes to that." His ebony eyes shone as he leaned down and picked up the man, who was trembling so hard he could barely stand on his stubby legs. Alesiar turned and picked up one of his swords. "Get out of here, child, this is nothing you should see."

The girl, wide eyes staring at Alesiar, turned and ran back to the village. The trees swayed around Alesiar in the breeze as he glared at the cowering man, who was stuttering over questions and choking on his words. "You might want to learn more about your hirelings and targets before you send a Sylph after a Sylph. We usually don't take too well at being ordered to kill our own kind for money. Whatever god you pray to, I suggest you start begging their forgiveness. You sure as the Seven Hells are getting none from me." Kurai flashed black in the sunlight as the sword was brought around to the mans' neck, silencing his scream. His head rolled off somewhere to Al's right, and the body slumped to the ground at his feet, blood leaking out and pooling around his feet. He put Kurai down and sunk the tip into the ground, leaning on it slightly.

And there, in the middle of the path in the woods just south of the village, the Sylph with one mechanical wing, body at his feet and coat and sword scattered around him, fell asleep fast on his feet. But before he completely drifted off, he thought he heard the sound of waves on a beach. Funny...he didn't remember being near one before...

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"M'fine." He responded, eyes narrowing at her as she winced. But he left it unmentioned, and decided to question her on it and her origins at another time. His hand lingered in hers for a moment before he pulled free of it and held it towards Laes, using his other hand to tear off a piece of the cloth covering him. His hand motioned fluidly, pulling a length of water and guiding it into the torn cloth. He used both hands to tie it into a pouch around the liquid, and then used the excess cloth to tie it to what was covering him; he really needed to get some clothes.

Sha effsueshar.

As if on cue with Laes' heeding, the girl that had been up on the cliff now broke through the treeline and began speaking in some sort of panic. Nico greeted her with a stoic expression, and after she had asked several questions, he cast a glance that said 'you handle this' at the girl who had introduced herself as Cináed.

He didn't really find himself in the mood to talk much at the moment, not that he was much of a talker in general anyway. Regardless, he was tired, still in pain from the shift in forms, and disoriented and not yet used to walking on legs. And so he remained silent, heels still dug into the sand so he could maintain balance and not end up toppling over. He took a deep breath as he calmly recollected his thoughts and once again turned his gaze to the woods that the incline lead to, the one the strange girl had just come through.

It left him thinking that there might be a path again, and he exchanged glances between the mystery girl and Cináed, before deciding to at least say something. "Clothes. Path." He gestured to the cape tied around his waist, and then to the incline that lead into the woods. He didn't think it needed any other explanation beyond that, he was still overtly exposed with the cape, and a path meant that it led somewhere.

He didn't really wait for a response from either, and steeled himself as he approached the incline, attempting to climb up it before losing his balance and falling flat onto his back in the sand. His vision flashed white before he let out a groan. And as if the blow to the head flipped a switch, he began exclaiming. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" He didn't offer any attempt to get up, and lay there on his back, crossing his arms over his chest. He blew a tuft of hair out of his face, cheeks beginning to flush.

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Cináed offered a hesitant sort of wave to this new girl who’d evidently come so far from wherever she’d been to inquire about her own wellbeing and the wellbeing of Nicodemus, along with gesture did a nervous sort of smile slip over her fatigued features. Standing up was in itself a rather difficult task at the moment, given the pain in even breathing from the encounter she’d weathered only a bit ago, before presumably almost drowning. Her body was tired, injured and undoubtedly weak from what she’d undergone. Although she’d imposed this duty over herself, Cináed’s mind could only partly wonder what would happen in the near-future to her if she’d brushed death with just one encounter—with the supposedly weakest member of the rogues, nonetheless. ....she herself was considered weak too, by the standards of her Family-Clan. Of her father’s children, she was the least refined Salamander, her powers were laughable and her control over herself the same.

If she did this badly against the supposedly weakest member of the Rouge clan...then what awaited her as far as the others meant was certain death. The only reason her ass was even alive now was because of a random chance encounter with an odd Undine who’d saved her from drowning.

Her hand dropped back down to her side, eyes slipping ground-ward as a small huff slipped from between her lips at acknowledging the sordid truth. She wanted to stop the rogues, not just for the sake of her own Clan, but for all those other Salamander out there. If they attacked her family on a whim, then it was likely enough that they’d go and do the same to another Salamander Clan. She had to find some way to get stronger, and to stop them.

A shudder went through her body, skin going gooseflesh as the reality of her current situation settled in on her—she was dressed in her usual, somewhat revealing attire while also being sopping wet. A truly good combination...and she was without her usual cloak due to the situation that had surfaced with Nicodemus’ shift from his Undine form to his Human one. She had noted the Undine had gone and ripped a section of it off as well to serve as a sort of pouch. Oh well...I was going to get a new one anyway, don’t really want that one back after this.

“A-are…I-Is everyone alright? I saw…uhm…the girl was kind of lifeless…” the girl spoke, voice so low that the constant lapping the sea waves behind nearly drowned it out. Cináed managed to make it out, but only after struggling a bit to make sure that she had heard right.

Again, a hesitant sort of smile was offered to the girl by Cináed. So, it seemed that she was not only indebted to Nicodemus, but this lass as well for being worried about her. Well, she had time to kill now while she recovered from her injuries anyway...perhaps in that time, she could find a way to repay them.

Nicodemus was looking between herself and the newly arrived girl, seemingly composed...his aura almost regal. Cináed returned his gaze with a silently questioning one of her own; did he have something to say...? “Clothes. Path.” he gestured to the skirt he’d made from her cloak, and to the path that led into the nearby woods, the same one taken by the girl. The Salamander girl tilted her head to the side, she understood what he meant and what he wanted...yeah, he could use some actual clothing. But at the same time, it was noticeable—to her at least—that he was not looking so good himself. Gonna guess he’s still not used to having legs, and that there’s some lingering pain from his change.

Trying to find a town now would definitely be nice, if not for getting Nicodemus some clothing, then so that she might find a bed to collapse into until she recovered from her injuries. That sounded quite nice at the moment. Such a sight she had to be...a waterlogged Salamander; one of Frena’s children, a being born of flame and warmth, battered and sodden.

Without another word, Nicodemus took to trying to climb the slight incline that led from the shore to the pathway, looking as if he were trying to maintain his composure. The water-fish-thing floated about near him still, before it was it happened with little warning. The Undine boy’s legs looked like they were suddenly made of jelly...and he flopped over backward, landing flat in the sand on his back. Cináed couldn’t help but wincing when he hit the ground...She’d fallen enough times like that to know it was both a bit painful, and definitely embarrassing to do in front of others. And embarrassed was definitely what he seemed to be, as his cheeks began to seep with red, the color clashing with his hair quite well. "Osael damn these infernal legs! How do you even navigate with these clumsy, pale appendages?!" he crossed his arms, lying there, not bothering to try to get up again.

The smile that formed over her face was one that she couldn’t help. The way he’d just spoken, coupling it with how he’d just flopped over backward was too funny to her…and a small little laugh slipped from her bruising throat. A heap of giggles came from her, in-between them slipped, “Ow.”s due to the injuries overlaying her body. After about half a minute of this, Cináed managed to make them subside enough to sort of limp over to him, standing overtop of him with a weak sort of smile. “We can ‘navigate with these clumsy pale appendages’ because we were born with them, and you weren’t—you aren’t used to them yet, so you can probably expect to flop over like this in times to come more than once.”

Looking back over to the seemingly timid green-eyed girl, a half shrug came from Cináed. “I’d say we’re all right, sweetie, a little worse for the wear, but overall, okay. S’not like either him or I are dead, just a bit banged up maybe!” that ended with a laugh.

With that, the Salamander turned her crystal-eyes back to the pouting Undine below her and held her hand out to him. She was injured and sore...but she might be able to handle helping him up, if he let her of course. “So, Nico, you gonna stay laying there all day, or are you going to try to navigate your clumsy legs again?”