Ferasyl Arabialtin

Player: Darvins
Name: Ferasyl Arabialtin
Race: Wild Elf/Half-Fey
Deity: Wyld Court
Initial Alignment: CN
Class: Witch (Seducer)

Description

Long Green Hair with leaves and flowers, some fresh and some autumn no matter what she does those seem to return. Tattooed across large parts of her body, including the face, they are a mix of animals and clearly identifiable pictures, and Sylvan script and of varying ages, and new looking wings when she shows them in a butterfly style they lack many of the signs of age and use that other such wings might show.

Background

The tribe had always lived close to the Fey, for generations the main outside contact they had was with the Fey Courts of both sides, and dalliances between Quessir and Fey where not uncommon, some resulted in children, though in her she had never explored it, denied it, there where whispers about one of her parents, but it fell on deaf ears she was happy as just part of the Tribe. Then came the days of loss. It started with Orcs that slew most of the leadership of the clan, in desperation to preserve something the last child of the old clan leader, and the apprentice of their druid was sent out into the world to try and preserve something, in the absence that followed, the Clan fell to a darker evil. The Orcs where defeated, driven back but then came Quessir or those who claimed to be Quessir and they whispered lies.

What followed was a sundering of the Clan, for it seems at times that history repeats, many fell to the lies, their pain over the many loses made them easy pray for such whispering and they hunted the few who said no. Chasing them across the woods that had been their home. Killing all but twelve, and then the child of their old chief returned, and saved them. She took them to the Hullack all Twelve Thirteen with her, and made it their new home, but some pains run deep. so it was with her. Blood that had lain dormant mixed with her pain and loss, and her sense of separation, the Quessir had betrayed them, hunted them, was she really part of that anymore, she was part of the Thirteen of the Hullack she knew that but part of the Quessir as a greater whole? She didn’t feel it anymore, they where so easy to convince to be Kinslayers, and the blood woke at that.

Arriving at the Hullack at first like the others, all she was focused on was settling into the new home, learning this forests ways. It was a hard time for them all, they distrusted everyone except each other, as they slowly began to watch and learn and let down barriers she felt more and more apart. As other Quessir where slowly introduced she watched these new Elves with distaste and distrust, they could not be trusted.

This led her to wandering further afield which is when the calls began, when the blood began to quicken she wandered the ancient wood, and the deeper she went the more certain of her path, her feet began to walk without her conscious control until she stumbled into a grove, and within the grove she found an egg, just sitting there, delicate and Crystal like the light seemed to catch it and sparkle from it in every colour she could imagine dancing around the glade. Beneath the egg where Precious and semi precious gems, and next to it a supply of berries. As she stood staring at the egg she heard a whisper coming from near the egg as if something was there talking to the egg. ‘I found you one! Like my Wizard she needs a Dragon like you to heal her, my  Ky’Lonna. I can’t wait to meet you again…’ and then the voice was gone with only the sound of slowly departing wings.

Later Fera would awaken back with her tribe, Butterfly wings now emerged from her back, and in her arms slept a tiny Fey Dragon, clutching in her little claws two gems and her lips stained with berry juice. The only proof of her journey that night, and somehow she knew the little Dragons name, it was Ky’Lonna.

Now she is torn between the two worlds. The world she has known all her life and the world of the Fey, between hope of rebirth as her tribe’s move to the Hullack promises, and the pain of loss and death and endings. She is not sure which side of her will win, the life she has always known and this new one that has emerged, she isn’t sure she wants to go back.

Personality Profile:

Suffering from buried pains she can dart from happy jokey and wild to a deep depression without warning,

Goals:

To grow to find where she belongs, called between two worlds and dealing with severe PTSD she just wants to recover

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:

Half Fey though she has not explored this side of her and it even comes somewhat as a surprise, her exploring it only now in the wake of great emotional trauma and loss
A Wild Elf living in the Hullack along with her 12 Clan Mates
Disgusted by other Quessir she is weirdly more drawn to none Quessir than her fellow Elves outside her Clan.