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Lyern Teys'lithar

"I will end 'The Darkness', one way or another!"

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a character in “The Eternally Shattered Soul”, as played by AeJylhis

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GENERAL INFORMATION

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Gender
Female

Race
Half-Elf, Half-Beastkin

Nickname(s)/Alias(es)
Ly, The Ranger

Age
24

Dominant Hand
Ambidextrous

Face Claim
Android 2B from Nier Automata

Role
Ranger



APPEARANCE

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Height
5’11”

Weight
152lbs

Build
Lithe, but possessing defined muscular features

Hair Color
Silver-white

Eye Color
Amber, shines when anything tainted by the Anti-Aether is in close proximity

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings
Lyern’s body is heavily littered with scars, she has a three piercings on her left ear accessorized by bone jewelry, runic tattoos inked onto her back.

Description
Lyern Teys’lithar is of both elven and beastkin blood, and has the best of both traits. She possesses elven-shaped ears that are slightly shorter, but wider and covered with tufts of fur. Her fingers and toes have a unique padded layer that allow her to sneak around silently on bare digits. Her canines are highly pronounced. Lyern’s hair is roughly cut short and cropped around the sides. Her appearance becomes more and more feral for each creature she sees that is tainted by the Anti-Aether, causing her to grow more fur, to become less bipedal and more digitigrade the longer she is exposed to it.

Preferred Clothing
Loose, yet fitting clothes that allow for ease of movement, coupled with worn out leather armor nicked with cuts and scratches, some old archer’s armguards that she wears on both arms, light padded elven footing for her feet. She has only one set of clothes and wears them for days, washing them during her downtime. Lyern seems to have a penchant for elven clothing, of the noble kind. In the winter, she has an old hand-me-down of a bear coat, made from skinning a bear and then turning the furskin into a coat, that she wears.



Abilities


Skills
Killer Vision || Lyern discovered that she had an incredible gift of sight when she lived in the wildlands: she is able to pinpoint the exact location of a living creature, even those hidden in obstructions, and locate their vital spots. When her target is behind an obstruction, her vision allows her to see ‘echos’ of them. This has made her into an extremely skilled ranger, and a terrible adversary to deal with.

Master Archer || No one is as talented with a bow and arrow as the half-breed of nature. Lyern’s aptitude for windspeed and direction has proved to be her greatest asset in her skills in archery. That, coupled with the fact that she is innovative and daring, makes her pull off manuevers such as shooting projectiles down with her own, catching enemy arrows with her hands midflight, and switching bow hands on the fly.

Survival || While living years away from civilization and in the wildlands alone may have strengthened the half-breed’s constitution towards the elements, her knowledge from her family has served her well in discerning even the most closely resembling herbs from one another, and brewing healing tonics from them to aid her.


Strengths
Beastkin Hearing || Lyern’s beastkin lineage bestows her with great hearing, allowing her to catch whispers with ease. She can also hear through wooden panels if she presses her ear against it.

Disciplined || Lyern will do what needs to be done, and if something will hold her back from completing her task, she is willing to let it go. She also puts down creatures who are beyond helping, a mercy killing, intent on not letting them suffer. Many see her as cold-blooded, but she merely does what is required and what she believes is the best path.


Weaknesses
Killer Vision || Her enhanced sight has also become a bane of hers; she becomes extremely primal and bloodthirsty when a creature tainted by the Anti-Aether is within her sight. Lyern is able to see through blindfolds, and it limits the effect the Anti-Aether has on her. When blindfolded, she sees the outlines of people through a blue filter, yellow glows for their vital spots, and red marks for areas of a creature that is tainted by the Anti-Aether.

Beastkin Sight || Being a beastkin, there are certain colors that Lyern cannot distinguish from other colors. For Lyern, her colors are purple, which appears to her as a shade of blue, and grey, which is a lighter shade of blue or sometimes white, dependent on the light source.

Beastkin Hearing || Lyern’s beastkin lineage bestows her with sensitive hearing, causing her to be greatly affected by loud, shrill, or any high frequency noise. It can cause her to go deaf momentarily or incapacitate her.




MENTALITY


Oddities
It’s always unnerving whenever Lyern turns to the person she is speaking, considering the fact that she is supposed to be ‘blind’. She doesn’t seem to find this odd herself. Lyern also sleeps with her blindfold on, so no one really knows if she’s asleep or not.

Likes
Meat || Lyern’s diet consists almost primarily of meat; she has no qualms eating any sort of meat. She also has great knowledge in preparing different prey for the most satisfying meal.

Hunting -|| Hunting keeps Lyern’s perceptions sharp and helps calm down her otherwise enormous amount of energy. The larger and more dangerous the prey, the better the hunt for the half-blood.

Archery || Hand in hand with her love for hunting, it serves to allow Lyern to practice and experiment with her archery skills. Her love of archery is so strong that she is willing to learn from other archers to add to her repertoire of skills.

Baths || As grimey and dirty as Lyern gets, she is extremely fond of baths. It’s refreshing to get a nice hot bath, and can cause Lyern’s mood to be lifted significantly.

Dislikes
Vegetables || Although she doesn’t outright hate them, and acknowledges the need for certain nutrients in vegetables, Lyern isn’t exactly fond of them.

Thunder and Lightning || Living in the wildlands, where everything is open and there is no place to hide, plus sensitive-hearing isn’t exactly the best thing when a thunderstorm rushes by.

’The Darkness’ || Her people call the Anti-Aether ‘The Darkness’ that corrupts. She has become a dedicated eradicator of anything tainted by it.

Hobbies
Archery || Lyern can be seen spending her downtime practicing with her bow and arrows, experimenting and developing new techniques to ensure her status as the prime hunter of the food chain.

Phobia(s)
Astrapophobia

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Personality
Lyern is a very steadfast person. Willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the best outcome, her decisions can come of as extremely intense, merciless, and impetuous. The fact remains that she does indeed know what she wants and how to obtain it, and every other path is lesser to the one she has decided to take. Lyern is extremely intuitive when it comes to her surroundings, courtesy of her incredible sight and natural advantages over the human race, but that belies her constant awareness to everything around her. Lyern is always the first to notice something wrong with a place or item, the one making a mental map of every route, the one who charts the escape. A natural ranger, she comes off as a lone wolf, preferring to work alone, as company only serves to make her work harder. The half-breed can also be very curt and direct when dealing with people, a sort of ‘no nonsense’ attitude, if you will. She is very blunt with her feelings for people and will spit them out without any worries or repercussions.





BACKGROUND

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Family
Lyokash Azathas - Father, of Elven blood, status unknown
Soora of the Tazzaris - Mother, of Beastkin blood, status unknown

Personal History
Since she was young, Lyern Teys'lithar had been expected of greatness by the Azathas family of elves and Tazarris beastkin clan. A half-breed child devoid of human blood, she exhibited intense prowess gifted from her lineage. Prophesied to be a Savior by her people, she did not take well to the pressure of greatness and ran away from home, taking with her the knowledge of hunting and combat. Protecting herself countless times with the skills she learned from the archers of Azathas and hunters of Tazarris, she survived the wilderness. As the years went by, she began to discover her incredible sense of sight that allowed her to see beyond reasonable capabilities. Only through an encounter with a beast tainted by what her people call 'the Darkness', did she realize her true abilities. By sight alone, she could see the tainted essence of the beast's life force, which in turn affected her own. She became more primal and tore the beast apart as if possessed by a malignant power. Deeply frightened by her experience, Lyern blindfolded herself in hopes of never becoming that wild again. The event left her feeling a gnawing darkness deep inside her, and she soon made it her life mission to hunt down every last tainted beast, as if it would potentially cure her affliction.




OTHER


Thoughts on other
On Humans || Folly. Weak individuals with an appetite for self-destruction and ruining civilizations with their ‘causes’.

Love interest
None

So begins...

Lyern Teys'lithar's Story

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Character Portrait: Nero Dalmascer Lucifer Character Portrait: Celica Hallowtide Character Portrait: Gaelin Xyrneiros Character Portrait: Lyern Teys'lithar
  1. Gaelin is asleep by the time the sun rises

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Gaelin Xyrneiros

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Looking up at the ceiling inside the room of the inn he had taken for the night Nero lied on the bed limbs splayed across the mattress. "It's been so long since I've slept in an actual bed that I almost forgot what it's like." He said through a big yawn. "Any way it's been a long day so I really should go to sleep early since it'll be an even longer day then usual tomorrow." With another big yawn sleep slowly over took his mind. Although the night had a very different plan then a peaceful sleep for the tired young man.

Through out the night Nero kept tossing and turning while he eyes flitted about under their lids causing the young warrior to wake several times clutching the sides of the bed as though it was the only thing keeping his body from floating away. "Gods either I've gotten so used to sleeping on a bed roll... or it might be nearing that day..." he said to himself rolling onto his side before trying to make himself fall asleep once again, but to no avail. Now with a heavy sigh Nero kicked the sheets off himself as his eyes wandered around the moon light dowsed room. As he swung his feet off the bed Nero began to yawn letting his feet guide him to his semi neat pile that was his equipment covered by his shirt. "I should clear my head, perhaps the fresh air can calm my nerves." as he let the sentence sink in Nero simply shook his head as he put on his shirt.

Once he was finished dressing himself Nero reached for his sword as to mount it to his hip, only making afew adjustments so it would sit comfortably. "If anything I can get a handle on this town maybe find a book store." finally contempt with how he looked the young warrior left his room leaving the arm platemail on the floor fully intending to return after he had time to clear his head. Once out of the room Nero began to glance up and down the hall way he was standing in before making his way to the stairs afew loose planks creaking under his feet the entire way. "Oh Sir Nero are you leaving now 'tis still the middle of the night it is!" the Inn keeper called waving Nero over. "No I fully intend to return I'm just going for a short walk to clear my thoughts." he replied stepping away from the counter towards the door.

Letting the cool air touch his skin Nero placed his left hand upon the pommel of his sword while scratching his head trying to plan out what he was going to do for the evening. 'First to clear my head, then perhaps I can find a good black smith who can help do a small maintenance for my platemail, then maybe off to a book store.' nodding to himself the young warrior headed down the main street, glancing over at displays each time he passed a store.

After spending a decent amount of time wandering through the town Nero began to make his way back to the inn only stopping briefly when a elf with orange hair waved him down. "My apologies for interrupting your walk young man but could you point me in the direction of the inn here?" he asked sounding as though the elf didn't want to somehow upset Nero. "I'm just heading back there myself perhaps I can guide you." he said waving his hand in a gesture for the elf to follow.

"I must warn you though the inn is run mostly by humans, so you might find some prejudice with your stay, and may be asked how long you intend to stay and even pressured to leave sooner then you intend. Don't put any mind to it their still pretty crossed with the concept of having a truce with elves." Nero pointed out after walking in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes. "Right I'll do my best to keep that in mind." the elf replied with a confident under tone in his voice this time.

"Any way I fully intend to leave town soon sir... I'm sorry but could you give me your name?" This caught Nero off guard causing him to lightly stumble over his feet before catching himself and straightening out. "It's typically polite manners to introduce your self before asking for another's name." he said shifting his feet to avoid tripping again. "Right I suppose human culture is quite different from my own, you see in elven nations the younger must introduce themselves before the elders." the elf stated before falling silent. "I suppose the difference in culture would make me seem out of line... Either way my name's Nero Dalmascer, and who might you be?" he said turning the question back towards the elf. "You may call me Gaelin Xyrneiros." Gaelin answered falling back into the awkward silence until they reached the inn.

"Here we are. I'm going to turn in and try to get some sleep for the night." Nero pointed out waving at Gaelin as he watched the elf go to the Inn keeper to rent himself a room before disappearing up the stairs and back to his room.


The Next Day



As the sun shined through drawn curtains Nero began blinking the sleep from his eyes before getting out of bed and rubbing his shoulder. "Another restless night maybe I should have asked for something that could help keep me a sleep." he sighed walking over to the water basin dipping his cupped hands in and splashing the refreshingly cold water on his face. "Wow that's cold!" he gasped shaking the water from his hair before dipping his hands back into the basin and bringing them back up cupped and filled with water to his lips taking a small drink and letting the remaining water splash back into the container before flicking the remaining drops of water off his fingers.

After he finished washing up and rearranging his rather limited wardrobe so it sat comfortably on his person Nero began lacing his boots. "I still can't believe that today roughly ten years ago today. Though I wish I could forget and just act like it didn't happen but that's only in my dreams." Stretching his arms over his head Nero walked out the door. "My reality isn't full of happy endings rather it's just a twisted road filled with sink holes when I believe I make head way something just pulls me deeper." He sighed shaking his head rather violently causing his hair to whip around.

"No I made a promise that I would keep fighting until the day I can't fight any longer." Slapping himself afew times Nero made his way down stairs before handing the key to his room over to the keep. "Thank you for your patronage, we hope to see you again soon!" she called out as Nero walked out the door.

Feeling the cool air on his skin Nero looked around 'This place looks different during the day but that book store should be this way.' he thought pointing to the west of where he was facing. "But that can wait for now. What going on?" Stepping away from the door Nero placed his hand up to his chin.

Walking to a nearby stand Nero reached into his pocket grabbing a couple pieces of gold coins. "Sorry I'm sort of new here mind indulging my curious mind as well as my hungry stomach?" He asked the clerk grabbing a small loaf of bread and taking a bite. Seeing the clerk look the coins over for a second before deciding they were satisfactory enough he looked up to Nero and said. "I don't know much about the details myself but from the rumors going around I reckon one of those fabled Black Knights are coming to town." He said pocketing the coin while fetching out the change for Nero's payment.

"Oh no I'm good for now." Nero said patting his pocket. "By the way you wouldn't know which Knight is coming would you?" He asked only receiving a head shake in return. "Sorry sir I didn't hear myself. But I reckon their pretty important to get the whole town bustling like this." The clerk replied. "I see well thank you for what information you could provide it helped more then you would think." Nero said walking away while finishing his bread.

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"Do you need some hel-"

With a curt motion of her archer gloved hand, the fair-haired ranger silenced the young man. Dressed in a knee-length, angle-cut hem, flowing tunic that spread apart below the hips, overlaid with a leather jerkin, and oddly enough wearing two archer gauntlets, and archer gloves. Below her waist, she wore cloth leggings and footings, that were almost silent while she walked. Tall and graceful, her every step filled with intent. Despite the dirt and dried blood that covered her clothes and body, she seemed to be rather unconcerned about her appearance, although the townspeople around her would occasionally cringe at the filth she was covered in.

A quiver sat by her hip, filled with both freshly made arrows, and arrows that had seen their fair share of use. Slung on her shoulder was her bow, still strung and taut, ready to be fired in a swift motion of her arms and fingers. Her hair was a beautiful shade of silver, white almost, which was matted by mud and dried blood, and had been cropped short around the sides, and the top and fringe cut short. No sense in having lengthy hair at all when you trudge through the wilderness as a lifestyle. What was the most curious was the dark cloth that the woman seemed to have wrapped around her eyes. What was even more shocking still was her turning to face the man who had spoken to her.

"It'll save me some time. Point me in the direction of your nearest bath house, and I'll be on my way shortly." she told the man.

"I... I-I, wha-?" the man seemed extremely confused by the turn of events, before managing to be coherent enough. "It's not really a bath house, but you can wash yourself down the street, urm, Slough Shack or something. It's a little house with the cha-"

She was already off before the man was able to complete his sentence. There was no point in the unnecessary chatter. All she wanted to do was get washed and then be off on her way. The crowded streets on this town, Fathrial, was not to her liking, and being surrounded by humans didn't do her disposition any good either. She's been trudging around in like this for almost a week, and despite being a ranger, her hygiene was somehow a priority to her.

The ranger paid no heed to the whisperings of the people around her as she continued to walk towards her destination. They whisper of her appearance, the blood on her, her odd ears, her blindfold, almost everything they could use as gossip. She scoffed to herself. Humans. She passed an oddly shaped pair, her unique vision painting the visual for her in a weird way... Ah, weapons of sorts. Adventurers?

"Excuse me. Could you by chance tell me about the Black Knight supposedly coming to town?"

She stiffened for a moment before slowing down her pace and twisted her head as if to look back. With her ear now in better position to hear more clearly, she became slightly more attentive to the conversation. After all, if there was truly a Black Knight coming... she could stall the wash for a few more days.

"Tch." she scoffed to herself in disgust. The Azathas elves spoke of them. Black Knights. The so-called 'heroes' of the Blood War, flaunting their superiority as righteous beings despite the blood they've shed during the way. The Azathas also told her to never trust one; Black Knights would kill elves on sight.

"Not this one, I will kill them before they even realize what happened."

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"Excuse me. Could you by chance tell me about the Black Knight supposedly coming to town?"

Turning towards the direction the voice came from Nero noticed the blond hair that came into view. "Uh well I barely heard of this arrival myself. It could be any of them." he said trying to sound as UN-interested by the rumor while casting a glance toward the passing woman with white hair when she scoffed causing the young warrior to shake his head "I understand the hatred elves have towards the Knight believing that the group needlessly killed their kind just to end the war... But killing out of cold blood wasn't my dad's way he wanted to end the Blood War without any casualties or as little as possible." he said to himself not realizing how loud he was speaking.

"Any way if your looking for the Black Knight it might be best to look towards the entrance of the city that is where most people to go when coming into or leaving the city." Nero Pointed out gesturing towards the growing group of people as time went on. "That's typically true. Unless the Knight sent a decoy in his place there so he could sneak in without being noticed and crowded." came a familiar voice which caused Nero to recoil and ready himself to let loose a punch on the party guilty of sneaking up on him.

"Dammit Johnathan hasn't anyone told you it's rude to sneak up on people I was about to punch you." Nero said lowering his hands a reaction that only garnered a chuckle from the older man "Also I doubt it was a smart move to basically admit that your father lead us when we Black Knights were still mercenaries." Johnathan stated eliciting a cough from Nero followed up with him covering his mouth with both hands. "Crap... um... right, please disregard what I said about my dad." he stated turning his gaze back to the priestess as he received a heavy patting on his back courtesy of Johnathan.

"Too late Nero you already let it slip, now own up to your own mistake and tell the lass your name." Johnathan stated ushering Nero towards the Priestess before being shrugged off. "Fine just stop shoving before I really do punch you." he growled bowing his head "Right My name is Nero Dalmascer Lucifer as you may have guessed by the name and apparently my big mouth, my father was the original captain of the Black Knights before his untimely... uh passing"

Dropping into a low bow Nero then turned back towards Johnathan "So what brings you here? I thought that ever since you became the new captain the king would keep you stacked with work or you'd be hunting down bandits." Nero's tone seemed annoyed though it seemed fairly obvious that he was annoyed with himself and his own loud mouth.

"Actually I received a letter from an unknown source. This letter stated that there has been a string of unusual events happening. One such event has people disappearing once they enter alley ways with no evidence that there was a struggle left behind not even blood."

As Johnathan spoke Nero was rubbing his chin. "That doesn't sound very odd I mean it could be possible that the people who "Vanished" left willingly or ran away." he said which got a nod of agreement from the knight captain.

"My thoughts as well it's not unheard of for people to elope or runaway if they feel like their in a hostile enviroment. But that brings me back to the letter, after that it continues saying that a large creature has been spotted in the same alleys where the disappearances have been taken place. The letter even states that this creature if we're sure it's a creature feels sentient almost as though we're dealing with a demon who can change size or shape depending on the situation."

Hearing the phrase demon brought up Nero immediately began to rub his exposed right arm only to then grip at the spot of his shirt that sat over his scar as though it was burning. "Well that sounds a bit more serious." both nodded in agreement

"I would appreciate it if you left town as soon as you can, if this is true and there is a demon loose inside this city then we're facing a rare danger that will require my full concentration."

'If it is a demon I doubt you'll even be able to do much before getting infected yourself apart from injuring it.' Doing his best to make sure Johnathan couldn't tell what he was thinking Nero simply gave a nod of acknowledgment before adjusting the platemail on his arm. "Right then I'll just go find a blacksmith and be on my way." he said casting a glance towards the priestess. "Could you guide me towards the blacksmith?" he asked doing his best to keep his voice calm to avoid Johnathan from catching onto his plan.

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"Uh well I barely heard of this arrival myself. It could be any of them." Well, that wasn't particularly helpful. Celica sighed and was about to ask someone else when the young knight continued talking. She noticed a young woman, clearly not human, was scowling in their direction at the talk of Black Knights. Not surprising. The Black Knights were highly controversial.

"I understand the hatred elves have towards the Knight believing that the group needlessly killed their kind just to end the war... But killing out of cold blood wasn't my dad's way he wanted to end the Blood War without any casualties or as little as possible." Dad...? That implied that this young man- Before she could continue her train of thought another voice mingled into their conversation. Still puzzled over the mentioning of his father, she was surprised when the Black Knight in question appeared before them. She smiled slightly as the older man, Johnathan as she found out from their conversation, scolded the younger swordsman for his apparent slip of the tongue. He reminded her of Almina. Remembering the blind-folded woman, she discretely glanced over at the woman gauging her reaction to the Black Knight to see if she would be hostile or not. She was startled from her thoughts when Johnathan told him to apologize and introduce himself.

"Right My name is Nero Dalmascer Lucifer as you may have guessed by the name and apparently my big mouth, my father was the original captain of the Black Knights before his untimely... uh passing" Now that was surprising. To think two Black Knights had entered the city. Well, despite being the son of the famous Black Knight leader, that didn't mean he was necessarily a Black Knight she supposed.

"Ah, I see. My name is Celica Hallowtide. I am the priestess in charge of the Fathrial Temple. I left the temple to seek information regarding the rumored Black Knight visiting. To think I would not only find him, but the past leader's son as well.
Quite the coincidence. If either of you have a need of anything, I will do my best to make sure it is met."
She bowed slightly in return.

She listened intently to their conversation, her brow furrowing more and more as they spoke. Disappearances? A shape-shifting demon? This was the first she had heard of such incidents. Then again, she vaguely remembered hearing a woman crying in the temple over her missing child... Could that be connected? Celica was once again pulled from her speculating by Nero addressing her.

"Could you guide me towards the blacksmith?"

"Oh, I suppose I can do that. Follow me." This isn't what she exactly had in mind when she offered her assistance to the Knights, but if she could be helpful, then she supposed it was fine. She started walking down a side street leading towards one of the more prominent blacksmiths in Fathrial. As they walked, she turned towards Nero and asked a question of her own.

"If there is a demon in this town, I would like to be of assistance. I am well-versed in light magic, so I have an advantage against any manner of unholy creature. Plus, my healing abilities are second to none around here. I hate to think that some demon is slinking around claiming innocent lives and tearing apart families. I cannot rest knowing something like that is residing in Fathrial. Would you allow me to help?" Celica kept her eye contact steady with his to communicate her resolve and seriousness on the matter.

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"I understand the hatred elves have towards the Knight believing that the group needlessly killed their kind just to end the war... But killing out of cold blood wasn't my dad's way he wanted to end the Blood War without any casualties or as little as possible."

"The son of a Black Knight? That makes you one of them, of course you would defend them. Humans. You wouldn't understand the fear the elves had."

Despite her anger, she took a look at the other human, a considerably shorter female, who had made a slight movement of her head, no doubt to look at her. She managed to contain herself and turned on her heel, continuing on her way to the Slough Shack at a brisk pace, her mood considerably soured by this. "If your father's way was to end the war without casualties, he failed. He was naive to think it was possible."

A short pause on her otherwise graceful exit.

"And it would do you well not to approach me in the future, Black Knight, unless you want your head shot clean off."


The half-breed sighed in relief as she sat down the riverbed of a cool, clear stream, enjoying it's refreshing feeling on her tired body. It wasn't a warm bath that she wanted, but if it cleaned her up, she was okay with it, and honestly the cold water really helped with a few sores she was having. Her clothes and blindfold lay by the river bank near her, as were her weapons; a bow, her quiver of arrows, a small sword, about 5 inches blade-length ending with a hooked tip on the beveled side of the blade, presumably used for hooking into the flesh. Her leather armor hung by a low hanging branch of tree by the stream, oiled and waxed. The old couple that lived in the shack was more than happy to let her wash up, not paying much heed to her appearance.

"Old age catching up with their sight perhaps." she mumbled to herself as she scrubbed herself down, the clear, flowing water becoming lightly dirtied, discolored by grime, dirt, and blood, before eventually being washed away downstream.

When her washing was done, she shifted her attention to her dirty clothes and placed them into the water, doing her best to rinse out all the sweat, dirt, and the smell from it. When she was finally satisfied, she took them up, got out from the stream and made her way towards the tree to hang the rest of her clothes. She eventually made her way back into the water and gave herself yet another scrub down.

Her body was littered with scars, ranging in size and definition. Along her spine are tufts of fur that ends by the small of her back. Her shoulders also have the same fur on them. When she was as clean as she could be, she waited until the water settled enough for her to look at her own reflection. Her wet hair now looked darker thanks to the water, her amber-yellow eyes staring back at her, before droplets of water from her hair and nose fell onto the water, causing ripples to distort her reflection. She closed her eyes, leaned back while submerging herself into the water, allowing her fur tipped, elven shaped ears to be enveloped by water and drowning out all the sounds around her.

For a moment she fell into a trance, a meditation. Shifting through memories; everything she'd ever done while in the wildlands, every single kill she's ever made, the scents she smelled, her family, and then... a white door. Cautiously, she took a step towards it, as just like all the other times she's ever done this, everything went silent. The memories disappeared, and everything became dark, with the white door as the sole shining beacon in the dark. Each step she took reverberated and echoed through this endless space. As she reached to open the door, it creaked open. Pulling the door open, the half-breed stood in terror as a wave of shadows surged forward, smothering her in its suffocating embrace.

She lurched forward from the water, panting in terror as she clutched her heart. She sat still for a moment, before she got up, this time with the intent to get dressed. Her clothes were dry enough to wear, just a tinge of dampness. As she put them on, to her satisfaction, the clothes didn't seem to smell anymore. She smiled a little as she tightened the leather armor around her, which was short-lived as she picked up her blindfold and stared at it for a moment.

After a considerable amount of time, she finally wrapped them around her eyes and head.

The ranger walked into the shack, nodded her thanks to the elderly couple, who were unreasonably cheerful. "We sure hope the stream was nice to soak in, dearie."

"Very much so. Thank you." she replied with a small smile, before walking out into the streets again. Now that she was clean and rested, she could go back out into the wilderness again.

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"If there is a demon in this town, I would like to be of assistance. I am well-versed in light magic, so I have an advantage against any manner of unholy creature. Plus, my healing abilities are second to none around here. I hate to think that some demon is slinking around claiming innocent lives and tearing apart families. I cannot rest knowing something like that is residing in Fathrial. Would you allow me to help?"

"Understandable that demon is the reason I don't plan to leave yet, despite John telling me to do so, and your help will be appreciated." Nero said biting his thumbnail as he spoke. "And before I forget, please don't treat me like I'm a Black Knight. I maybe the son of their late captain but that's all the relations I really have with them." he added taking his thumb away from his mouth. "Back to the subject of the demon, I haven't fought one personally but I did see what a demon is capable of doing. I'll have to find both the demon and the victims before it's too late." he pointed out placing his hand over his the scar on his chest as though it was starting to burn him each time he thought about the creature of Anti-Aether.

Setting his hand back down to his side Nero stepped out of the side street 'I just hope I can find the demon, before it can get to uncle John.' he thought following Celica to the Blacksmith lightly adjusting his sword so it once again sat comfortably on his hip. As he moved along Nero began to take notice of the loud clanging signalling to him the blacksmith was nearby. Parting ways with the priestess stating that he meet her at the temple later before vanishing through the door.

"Maybe if I can do more then just help... It's possible that if I get close enough... But will I be able to even touch it? Will it even work on a demon like it can monsters?" he mumbled to himself as he began removing the platemail arm. "Doesn't look like it needs repairs." the blacksmith stated causing Nero to shake his head. "No I'm hoping you can adjust it so it's more secure on my arm while I'm moving." he said doing his best to explain the problems the armor piece had and which spots he was concerned about.

"Right then come back in afew hours this should be done by then."

After thanking the blacksmith Nero walked headed back to the street where he noticed a patch of darkness sitting in one of the side streets 'Odd I could have sworn I saw that thing pulsing.' Keeping the patch of shadows in the corner of his eyes Nero began to walk towards a book store he saw a short ways back stopping only when he noticed that the patch was moving along with him faintly pulsating as it followed. 'What ever that is, it's following me , or it wants my attention.' turning to a side street Nero started to pick up his pace weaving in and out of alley ways in fruitless attempts to shake the shadowy pursuer, until he found himself cornered.

"You finally stopped, although it took me cornering you into a dead end to get you to that point."

Looking back where he heard the voice that sounded eerily close to his own with a tinge of maliciousness tied in Nero saw a sight that would almost frighten a normal man. Growing out of the shadow that was pursuing him Nero watched as what he could only describe as a doppelganger emerged his sickly light grey skin red eyes in the center of pitch black sclera and cream colored hair stood in stark contrast to Nero's own lightly tanned skin, sky blue eyes and brown hair.

"Frightening sight isn't it, I honestly don't know what my master was thinking when he decided to create me from your blood because he thought you might end up being a threat but I can't argue with his decisions now."

The doppelganger grinned in a near menacing fashion as he spoke an action that sent chills up and Down Nero's spine. "Oh but where are my manners, my name is Weiss and I was created from your blood as a way of making sure you don't ruin my masters plans too badly." Weiss bowed although he never once took his red eyes off of Nero. "Also I came to warn you that the demon your looking for has taken notice of the Black Knight that has came to town and fully intends to add their power to it's own."

Wandering why Weiss would freely divulge information like this Nero went to ask, only to find that the doppelganger vanished with in a blank of an eye.


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Opening a notebook book Gaelin began to scribble some notes inside all the while mumbling about mixing different elemental magics for a much stronger spell. "Right Fire and lightning is no good... Fire and Wind on the other hand, they can make a flaming tornado that will either cause major damage to my targets, or it can backfire during it's creation... really only one way to find out." he continued mumbling as he scribbled several incantation possibilities in an attempt to find a good combination of words to summon the spell.

Setting the quill down Gaelin let the ink dry before shutting the book and turning his attention towards the tart that had just been set in front of him. "What is this is this pastry supposed to be sour? It's my understanding that tart means sour am I mistaken?" he asked in confusion as he poked an inquisitive finger at the small pastries. "If your not satisfied I'll return your order and give you a full refund." the waitress said reaching for the plate only to have Gaelin quickly grab it. "I never said I'm not satisfied with my order!" he declared biting into one of tarts in front of him, with a shocked yet pleased expression the elf began to devour what remained on his plate.

Once done with his food Gaelin left his payment on the table and made his way to the door. Outside the elf began reaching for his notebook once more until the sight of a whit haired half-elf caught his eyes 'how curious I didn't think I'd see a half breed wandering around these parts.' he thought following the girl to slough shack he waited outside for her to re-emerge so he could take his chance and ask questions and satiate his curiosity.

Scribbling in his notebook again Gaelin sat around for what felt like hours until the half-breed finally came back out onto the streets. "Excuse me young one but can I take some of your time?!" he called out waving his hands towards her. "I can see you have no human blood in your body. So would you mind telling me who you are and what brings you to a human settlement such as this?"

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"Understandable that demon is the reason I don't plan to leave yet, despite John telling me to do so, and your help will be appreciated. And before I forget, please don't treat me like I'm a Black Knight. I maybe the son of their late captain but that's all the relations I really have with them." Celica nodded in response to Nero's disclaimer of the Black Knights. While the Black Knights were certainly alive and well as she found out today, their original purpose had long since ended. Speaking of which, Celica couldn't get that half-breed out of her head. She had shown so much resentment and anger that Celica couldn't help but wonder what had caused her to feel so strongly.

"Back to the subject of the demon, I haven't fought one personally but I did see what a demon is capable of doing. I'll have to find both the demon and the victims before it's too late."

"Agreed. The longer it takes to find, the stronger it's going to become. We should waste no time and look for it as soon as possible. You clearly have some errands to attend to, so I'll allow you to finish those. When you're done, meet me at the temple and we begin the search." Celica left Nero at the Blacksmith and made her way back to the temple. She was immediately swarmed by a horde of priests and clerics all asking her dozens of the same kind of questions. She first tried to speak over them, but noticing she wasn't getting anywhere, she slammed her staff on the stone floor causing a loud reverberating clang to reverberate in the main hall.

"Now that I have your attention, I already met with the Black Knight in question. He didn't indicate whether he would visit or not, but if he does, assist him with whatever he needs. I would do it myself, but a more pressing matter as shown itself. Holly, Barnabas. Come with me please. The rest of you carry on with your duties." The crowd slowly dispersed in different directions leaving Celica and those she called out behind. She led them to the back of the temple before closing the door to her meeting room.

"I called for you since you're two of the best we have at the temple. I found out from the Black Knight that there is a demon victimizing people here in Fathrial." Both showed varying degrees of shock. Holly was a woman in her mid-twenties with a medium height and short brown hair. Barnabas was a tall skinny man with a shaved head. He was approaching his late forties, and gray was beginning to show in what little hair he had.

"Wait, how long has this been going on without our knowledge? Surely we would have noticed if a demon was mass murdering people?" Holly inquired slightly skeptical. Celica couldn't blame her. If it hadn't been the Black Knight who told her, she wouldn't have believed it herself.

"Is this connected to those disappearances we've been getting lately? For example, the young woman crying hysterically for her child that had vanished into thin air?" Barnabas mused thoughtfully.

"I am afraid so. This demon is being cautious. They're taking their time. It would have taken dozens more disappearances before we would have noticed anything amiss. Regardless, a swordsmen will be stopping by the temple some time later, and we plan to go track down the demon. In the meantime, I called you two to help me approximate the location of its lair in the city. I just need you two to maintain the circle while I extend my senses to look for it. Let's get to it."

The three servants of the Divines set to work drawing the circle and preparing the proper materials for maintaining the magic circle. Barnabas and Holly sat on opposite ends outside of the circle while Celica situated herself in the center. She held her staff horizontally in both hands with her eyes closed.

"Ready?" she called out. When she heard confirmation from both Holly and Barnabas, she twisted the staff in her hands before slamming it down in front of her vertically causing it and the circle to glow a light yellow color. It took over two hours of scouring the city to locate a small bubble of evil energy over in the administrative side of town. It probably would have taken less time, but she had found a spike of evil energy in an alley, but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. She had wasted time combing that area only to come up with nothing. Even after finding the approximate location of the demon, she couldn't pinpoint its exact location, but it was better than nothing.

Celica took the time to thank Barnabas and Holly for assisting her despite their busy schedules, and spent the rest of her time bidding her time with various duties while she waited for Nero to reappear.

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"Excuse me young one but can I take some of your time?!"

"I can see you have no human blood in your body. So would you mind telling me who you are and what brings you to a human settlement such as this?"

Turning to face the person with her blindfolded eyes, she spent a few seconds staring at him, making note of the unique physiology and the different 'kill spots' he had compared to a regular person. The blue outline she was seeing was slightly mingled with white, the colors seemingly exploding out like solar flares from his body, but the outline it showed was that of an elf nonetheless. Allowing her guard to be down, she dipped her head slightly as respect to the older elf.

"This young one's name is Lyern, sire." she looked back up at him, "I am of elven and beastkin descent."

Although visibly confused by the blindfold, the elf smiled and gestured towards the street. The two began to walk at a comfortable pace, the elven male clearly in no visible rush.

"I have spent days out in the wildlands, I merely came to wash myself and now I am on my way out. If you do not mind me asking you in return sire, what brings you here? Have you not heard of the Black Knight that has set foot in this town?"

"What is sire's name?"

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Heading back to the blacksmith Nero began to really chew on his nails switching fingers each time he felt the tips of one finger come into contact with his teeth. 'I don't know if I should trust that Weiss, but I can't shake the feeling that he was telling the truth.' he thought fishing out a few gold coins and paying the smith who in turn retrieved the piece of armor Nero left for repairs. And after a short conversation about different kinds of metals and their properties Nero left the building mounting the piece of armor as he walked breaking into a light jog when he got the piece securely set on his arm.

As he made his way to the temple to meet up with Celica Nero noticed a familiar orange haired elf conversing with the white haired half-elf who passed by earlier. But rather then stop Nero walked by with a brief yet curt nod in Gaelin's direction while doing his best not to look towards the girl fearing she might actually try to kill him if he did, once he went past the two Nero broke into a quick dash, moving in the direction he was certain the temple was. Upon reaching the main street Nero began to ask about for directions.

"The temple just head down this street and you should be able to see it straight away can't miss it."

Following the directions he was given Nero was able to make it to the temple bursting through the doors with enough force he almost caused them to fly off their hinges. "Excuse me sire but if you need help I'll be willing to..." one of the clerics began causing Nero to turn to them "Has Johnathan arrived here?" he asked only to receive a confused look in response. 'Right I suppose they would only know his name if I said he was the Black Knights captain before saying Johnathan.' he thought letting loose a deep sigh as he began to rephrase his question. "Has the Black Knight arrived?" he stated looking around to see if he could find Celica.

"I'm afraid not Sire. Why were you wanting to speak with the Black Knight. You can wait here if you'd like."

Once again bringing his hand up to his mouth Nero noticed he had left his finger nails as nubs and put it back to his side. 'He should have came here first... Dammit John now I really need to find this demon before it's too late.' As he was about to walk back out the door he turned to the priest "If you don't mind would you send Miss Celica out? I'll wait on the steps so if the Black Knight arrive I'll be able to see him." he stated walking down and sitting on the bottom step.


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"Seems that the young man I met last night is in a bit of a rush... Rather curious behavior I would think." Gaelin remarked watching as Nero ran off towards the main street without even stopping for a simple 'hello' only a simple nod of acknowledgment.

"Any way I am Gaelin Xyrneiros, and I'm here to try the human cuisine funny they live such short lives yet create such delectable foods, also I'm looking for fault lines locations that are brimming with Aether. And I have indeed heard that there is a Black Knight in town, I've even met their captain in my travels before he dropped out of the public eye. Shame he had to be born in a time where a war between our races was inevitable." Gaelin said as his ears drooped near the end only to perk back up.

"Now then which clan do you hail from?" He asked placing one hand on his chin as he examined her, while he waved the fingers on his other hand around mumbling a silent incantation this caused faint sparks to form between the tips of each finger. "Why are you wearing that blind fold? ending the incantation with the question Gaelin stopped waving his fingers which caused the sparks that were flying in between his finger tips to fade making the air near him to become slightly warmer not unbearably that it was uncomfortable but warmer all the same. "Where do you plan to go once you Leave?" after Gaelin asked the final question he opened the notebook and bega flipping through pages looking for a empty page"I should get a new journal eventually I'm running out of room in this one" he mumbled to himself as he began to scribble some notes down.

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Sensing the presence of the son of the Black Knight that she met earlier, she kept a hand out as if to protect the orange-haired elf, her other hand ready to swiftly draw her small sword if ready. Instead, her sight gave her the view of the young male nodding towards the elf before swiftly moving by. Under her blindfold, her eyebrows furrowed in both disgust and confusion. He just left them alone.

"I apologize for my previous action, sire." she returned to her original standing position, "I don't trust them."

"Seems that the young man I met last night is in a bit of a rush... Rather curious behavior I would think."

"You know him, sire?" her voice did nothing to hide her surprise.

"Any way I am Gaelin Xyrneiros, and I'm here to try the human cuisine funny they live such short lives yet create such delectable foods, also I'm looking for fault lines locations that are brimming with Aether. And I have indeed heard that there is a Black Knight in town, I've even met their captain in my travels before he dropped out of the public eye. Shame he had to be born in a time where a war between our races was inevitable."

Gaelin's essence seemed to flicker into what Lyern had learned to discern as a sense of sadness. Just as quickly though, it flickered away.

He had met with the captain of the Black Knight? Lyern was very confused by this revelation. Not knowing what to make of the statement Gaelin had made, she merely nodded in response, mulling over the different scenarios that may have made Gaelin come to, oddly, peace with the humans.

When asked of her clan, she replied instantly, almost with pride, "Azathas elves on my father's side, Tazarris beastkin on my mother's."

From her sight, Lyern could see that Gaelin had waved the fingers on his hand around mumbling a silent incantation this caused faint sparks to form between the tips of each finger. "Why are you wearing that blind fold?"

"...It's a topic I wish to not discuss." she replied curtly, though not disrespectful,

"I leave and explore the wildlands. That is the way I live." she seemed to look off to the side, where the street led to the gate. "I don't particularly enjoy the company of others. It messes with the hunt."

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"Nero, I see you have found the temple. Welcome,"

Once Celica's words reached Nero's ears he turned his attention away from looking for his godfather. "Sort of hard to miss it. After all it's by far the tallest building I've seen in the city." he said jokingly.

"I heard you that you had asked for Johnathan. He has not been here I'm afraid. However, I have some good news. Instead of sitting idly for either you or Johnathan to arrive, I took it upon myself to try to be more productive. I managed to narrow down the demon's location to the administrative district which is not too far from where we are now. It's not a lot to go off of, but it's better than combing the entirety of Fathrial." As Celica spoke Nero quickly became more serious.

"I know you want to see Johnathan, but he wouldn't approve of you going to slay the demon. Our best bet is probably tracking it now since it's still daylight. Once night falls, it will be roaming and significantly harder to catch. Wouldn't you agree?"

"No it's not just that I wanted to see Johnathan..." Nero started pondering his words as he spoke. "Ever since he told me about the letter something hasn't really been sitting right with me." he said trying to find the right words. "Well I think I understand why my gut didn't sit well with it all..." letting his words sink in for a moment Nero took a deep breath.

"I'll skim over what we know, Johnathan received a letter from an unknown source, people have gone missing, and there is an unknown entity stalking the streets at nigh." again he let his words sink in while he turned in the direction he was sure the administrative district was sitting in. "Now this might just be me breathing hot air but... I think Johnathan might be walking into a trap, no one knows what the demon really looks like. So who's to say it won't change it's form to look like a human?" as he walked Nero gripping the hilt of his sword. "And if no body can differentiate the demon from other humans then they walk right into the demon's trap... Just like Johnathan might be doing if he hasn't already."

Picking up the pace Nero kept making his way towards the administrative district, lightly pushing individuals to the side when they got in his way, and side stepping carts when he noticed them. Then after a few minutes of silence Nero tried to think of how to explain the run in he had with Weiss. 'Oh and by the way I figured all this out after i ran into my demon doppelganger... no that would make me sound crazy.' he thought shaking still having a hard time believing it himself even though Weiss stood right in front of him not that long ago.



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Watching Lyern's confused expression Gaelin gave a small understanding smile while setting his note book back into his shoulder bag though that too seemed to only last a moment when she explained her lineage. "Ah I see one of the Azathas clan. I never really under stood them or their hatred of the Black Knights, or humans for that matter. Personally I thought the whole Blood War was meaningless." Shaking as he thought back.

As they continued walking Lyern mention how she didn't want to touch on the topic of her blind fold. "Fair enough I suppose everybody has a secret they want to keep to themselves." he said despite his ears still twitching at the idea of a mystery that he would uncover in time.

"Seems like you're anxious to leave." Gaelin said observing Lyern's actions. "However I must now ask. Aren't you curious as to why that boy was in such a rush? There's something about that boy though I can't put my finger on it." he added rubbing his chin thoughtfully. [color=#FF40000]"I feel like where ever he goes there is bound to be some kind of adventure. Perhaps the Aether is drawn to him though I must admit he doesn't strike me as some one capable of using it."[/color] He mumbled shrugging as he looked back towards Lyern. "We'll never know right?" Waving his fingers again the heat around Gaelin dispersed allowing the cool breeze through.