Fera Teyne
Name: Fera Teyne
Race: Half-Wood Elf
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 5’5″
Weight/Build: 190 lbs/ Muscular
Age: 22
Eyes: Sky Blue
Hair: Silver
Deity: Bahamut
Classes: Skald (Battle Scion)/Silver Dragon Disciple
Notable features: Fera has developed scales and wings similar to a half-silver dragon. She happens to also be incredibly strong for her size.
Appearance: Although she once had brown hair and normal skin; these days Fera has White hair and Silvery scales across her body and glistening silver wings; she often wears functional plate and carries a heavy flail for defense.
Languages: Common; Elven; Chondathan
Personality
Fera has always been kind hearted; always willing to help others- the death of her grandfather has left her rather unprepared for the rest of the world, however. Fera doesn’t know how humanoids communicate; and has made some incorrect assumptions about it that might lead to awkward moments.
Background
Fera slips into the cave; her brown hair crisped by the cold; mountain air… how she always was jealous of her gramps… the cold never bothered him. The stack of wood for tonight’s dinner was rather tiring to carry; despite being bundled correctly. The silver dragon’s gaze turns towards his distantly descended grandchild with what Fera has learned is meant as a draconic smile.
“My Little Fera… what a bounty you bring.”
“I’m not little anymore gramps…” The girl responds as she sets down her package next to the other cords of wood… she stands up once it is secured; only to see her grandfather’s gaze twisted towards the corridor.
“Fera… did you close the door; dear?” *His gaze is unmoving, words dripping with a sudden concern.*
“I-I did gramps; what’s wrong?”
His neck carries his face to look at her, and he smiles again at her. “Oh… nothing sweet; come here please.”
Sweet? She hadn’t been called that in years, but the half-elf didn’t mind the sudden nickname swapping. She waltzed up to him, giving him a hug, armor against scales made a slight scrape as she did so. It wasn’t until she looked up and saw her grandfather’s claw coming down to touch her, and then… all went black.
Her grandfather sighed as the ground sequestered his little champion. There were intruders in this place; he heard the door open; obviously they followed Fera here — no fault of her own, he had never taught her to cover her tracks. He took an uncertain step forward — he was certain he only heard them due to luck — and whispered a prayer to Bahamut that if they proved too much for him, that at least the last of his line might survive.
Fera jolted awake as the ground released her a week after taking her. Her gaze could not make out anything in the dark, but she scrambled for a torch out of her pack as she called out into the pressing silence of the cave she knew as home.
“Gramps?” …Nothing. She could feel a lump in her throat as she found the tindertwig she kept in emergencies and lit the torch, carefully lifting it and seeing her worst fear.
Silver scales covered in blood lay still in the dark. Fera’s throat tightened in a vice; air struggled through as the young woman staggered to the front, eyes stinging as she fought back tears. There she saw his face — mouth agape and tongue against the floor. The ground was slick with frost even now, but her grandfather was no longer of this world. The sharp scrape of metal on stone, groaned as she fell to her knees, wetness freely flowing down her cheeks as she sobbed out her pain.
She knew not how long she held her only family in a vice like grip, but her hand felt something not scale on her grandfather’s person- taking a steadying breath she pulled out the rolled scroll and opened it. Instructions written elven greeted her teary eyes: exercises and a dedicated meal and training program — researched specifically for her by her grandfather. She knew what she had to do; she had to follow these instructions, and awaken the blood she shared with him.
Dawn rose to greet Fera as she made her way down the mountainside — making her way to nearby Thundarlun and from there, take a caravan to Arabel.
Goals: Fera wants to find out why her grandfather was killed, and if needed; stop it from happening again.
Possible Plot-hooks: Besides finding out more about her grandfather’s killer, anything that involves good aligned dragons and serving Bahamut’s cause would likely be good plot hooks. Or just helping people.