Eilien Nymret
Ireda Skuladottir
Jasper Jeidan

Eilien Nymret
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Species: Mercentaur

Appearance: Eilien is not yet fully grown, looking to be about fifteen, but she will never be tall by Mercentaur standards for her type is built along light, slim lines. As she is now, her horse/mer part hasn’t entirely lost its coltishness, nor has her humanoid self developed out of a fragile-looking, awkward build (in essence, she is your typical “all-arms-and-legs” adolescent).
Human parts: Pale-skinned and somewhat colorless, her face is narrow with a small pointed chin, dominated by a nose of impressive proportions and large, light gray eyes fringed by heavy lashes (which could become quite stunning with time but for now, coupled with the nose, only serve to make her look strange and waif-like). Her hair is a deep red-auburn and the only thing she likes about her appearance; hence, she refuses to cut it – it comes to her (horse) knees, although she tends to keep it gathered back.
Horse/mer parts: Dapple-gray. In the mer part, this translates to dappling similar to a Narwhal. Her dorsal crest and fins are silvery-white, and in land form her horse tail is likewise colored.
She tends to wear a close-fitting, sleeveless wrap tunic of the soft green-gray of the ocean on a cloudy day (her favorite color), trimmed with bands of white in the style of Laugar’s druids. She usually has a few slim silver bangles on her left wrist, a silver hoop in her right earlobe, and always her water dragon pendant. Her staff is ivory, carved in frothing swirls and shapes at its head. She also keeps a small bone knife strung on a slim cord at her hips.

Guild/Rank: Druid (Laugar)/Acolyte

Personality: Eilien is serious, compassionate, highly intelligent and a creative thinker. She is generally even-tempered and thoughtful, but she is at an age where she is prone to irrationality and sensitivity, and at times displays stubbornness that would do a mule proud. However, if she can be convinced of the reason in something, she isn’t afraid to admit fault. On the whole, she is very self-deprecating. In a stressful situation she becomes tense and high-strung because she has little faith in her own abilities – she doesn’t yet realize her creative potential for problem-solving, having always had her cousin or parents to help her out. She has always let others take the initiative, preferring a purely auxiliary role. However, she takes her duty to nature very seriously indeed, and will do whatever is necessary. She smiles, but seldom laughs and jokes less frequently still. She rarely displays anger, preferring to keep it inside, but she is capable of quietly holding a grudge for a long, long time. She is very fond of animals of all elements (although she has only one pet) and dreams of some day bonding with a water dragon, a creature she very nearly worships. She loves art, particularly sculptures and carvings, and is fond of whittling fantastic little shapes in her free time. She also loves reading anything from high adventure to history to medical treatises. She occasionally writes bad poetry.

Family

Father: Elun Nymret, Artisan/master, 96
Mother: Anolea Nymret, mother, Artisan/master, 89
Other Familial Ties: Teyr Rodelei, Male 2nd cousin, 25

Background: Eilien was born to a pair of craftsmen in the Sea of Burunn’e, east of Libram isle. She was an only child, but very close to her younger second cousin, who lived nearby. Her childhood consisted of one scrape after another, usually perpetrated by her adventurous cousin. She discovered in herself a deep love for the sea and a fierce protectiveness towards its creatures, and in time decided she needed to become a druid of Laugar. Both parents were against this decision, as it would be a difficult and dangerous road – they would much rather she took up a life of ivory carving or some such craft, but she proved immovable. In time, her parents came to understand her passion better, but one who never understood was her young cousin, Teyr, who considered it an unfulfilling waste of energy and time. She found herself pulling away from him in the ensuing months leading up to her departure for the druid hall, and now, beginning her time as an acolyte, she looks back on their friendship with wistful resignation.

Pets

Pet name: Jiif (pronounced “jeef”)
Species: Raela
Pet description: Jiif has similar coloring to a sting ray (dark above, white underneath), but with a bluish cast rather than brown. Since he can’t communicate with Eilien telepathically, Eilien has developed a system of hand- and body-signals and it works quite well. Jiif is loyal and follows Eilien like a dog, moping if she goes on land where he can’t follow, often distinctly huffy towards her when she returns.

Bond

Bond type: Water dragon
Bond name: Rhaolle
In Training, Common Bond

Appearance: Dark, navy blue, with a lighter blue underside. Slim, with sparkling eyes.

Personality: Rhaolle isn’t necessarily Eilien’s polar opposite, but she is close. She is lighthearted and puns horribly. Eilien is frequently exasperated by her flippant attitude. Rhaolle can be deadly serious when necessary, however. She is much more confident than Eilien, and when they do bond, Eilien’s own self-confidence is aided immensely as Rhaolle helps her find her true potential. Rhaolle is easily an intellectual match for Eilien, and has a similar creative streak – in time they complement each other perfectly in finding imaginative solutions.

Ability: Size reduction for both Eilien and her bond.

Ireda Skuladottir
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Species: Human

Appearance: Ireda is very tall for a woman and even some men, being at least 6 foot, not counting her boots. She is big-boned and broad-shouldered, but gifted with generously proportionate curves; all-in-all a somewhat imposing physique. Her complexion is that of a naturally fair-skinned woman accustomed to the outdoors: weathered and alarmingly freckled; with good, strong color to her cheeks. The bones of her face are well-shaped, with a strong chin, a firm mouth, wide-set eyes and a broad forehead. She has heavy ash-blonde hair, usually gathered in a thick, loose plait down her back, with chin-length bangs framing her face. These are parted and swept to one side in order to mostly hide the left side of her face, which was badly scarred by fire. She is missing part of her left ear and the scarring continues along her jaw and down part of her neck on the left side. In addition to the burn scars, she is missing the entirety of her smallest right-hand finger. Luckily, this doesn’t cause problems as she is left-handed. Her eyes are forget-me-not blue, and very keen.

She tends to wear strong, bright, hardy colors. Deep blue is her favorite, but she also loves a good, strong red and goldenrod yellow. Her favorite outfit is a pair of very full, loose blue trousers gathered into tall, beautifully-tooled brown leather boots, and a natural cotton shirt with full, bloused sleeves under a deep red vest trimmed with heavy embroidery. She generally wears two or three necklaces: often a long, copper chain looped several times or a necklace composed of large amber disks, and/or one of deep blue glass beads. She is also fond of exotic things picked up in trade.

As for weapons: she is adept with the fishing spear and staff and any sort of long-handled weapon, but she prefers her matching set of long knives and occasionally just her fists. She’s also fancied having a cutlass, but never had the opportunity to get her hands on one. In addition she owns a fiddle-like instrument called the hardingfele. It has nine strings; four bowed and five strung beneath to vibrate harmonically, which produces a glacial, almost ethereal sound. Its sounding box is decorated with intricate inked designs; its fingerboard inlaid with mother-of-pearl. It is a precious family heirloom.

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Guild/Rank: None

Personality: Ireda tends to gather a lot of attention, not only because of her largeness but also because of her larger-than-life personality; she tends to refer to herself as big, loud, and easygoing. She has a deep, throaty voice with a tendency to boom out over the street, and a rolling, supremely confident stride. She is fond of gambling, fine ale, and playing her hardingfele. She is also a lover of storytelling; indeed, she is glad to tell anyone about the origins of her scars…the story, of course, varies with each telling; one day she lost her finger while battling pirates, another day it was bitten clean off by a barracuda. Each story is true as gold, of course. She can drink any man under the table. If she actually does manage to get drunk, which is rare, she is a generous and indiscriminate kisser.

However, in some areas of her life she is far from flippant. Music is extremely important to her. Whenever she plays her hardingfele, she seems to undergo a complete change. She gets completely lost in the music, her eyes becoming faraway and occasionally touched with tears. She is a very good player, producing beautiful, ethereal polyphonic sounds quite out of keeping with her boisterous nature. Family is another matter close to her heart. She comes from an extensive but tight-knit family where everyone looked after each other and children were valued above everything else. Even now she can’t stand to see a child mistreated, or even sad. Occasionally this does make her something of a soft fool. She entertains the idea of finding a husband and raising a family, but as yet has not had any lasting liaisons. It is also difficult to find men not intimidated by her size and nature. As it is she enjoys her life of freedom to its fullest, and is not averse to casual intimacy.

She is strong, courageous, and unfailingly loyal; the best sort of friend to have at your back. Indeed, she makes friends easily wherever she goes. She is sharp as a blade and fond of adventure in whatever form she can get it. She is generally fearless as a wolverine, but she does have one overwhelming fear: she loathes fire above all else. She also has a much milder fear of horses, as she has never ridden one, and a distinct mistrust of kitchens.

Family

Father: Skuli Hakkonsen, 63

Mother: Marina North, 58
Siblings:

Background: Born into a large family on the coast, in a small fishing village near Oceanica, Ireda has been around water all her life. She started out fishing with her father when she was five. At 10, she lost her finger in a stupid kitchen accident. At the age of 20 she moved into Oceanica to start her own ferrying business, using her beloved ketch, the Dog Star, to ferry people between the mainland and the smaller islands around. She became a well-known and well-loved personality on the water and in the streets and taverns, and she gathered much business from people who simply wanted to get a glimpse of “Mad Ireda”. She loved being the master of her own boat and would often, on her days off, simply go wherever the wind took her.

When she was 30, she was having a visit with her brother Hadran and his family when a fire inexplicably broke out while they were asleep. Ireda managed to save the children, but couldn’t save her brother and his wife, who were closest to the fire and couldn’t get out in time. Ireda came away from that with burn scars and a load of guilt, and it was some time before her booming laugh was heard in the taverns of Oceanica. It was at this time that she took to playing the family’s Hardingfele. In time, the rest of her family decided to give the instrument to her, in hopes that she would regain her happiness. The Hardingfele helped, but it was her two little nieces, now adopted sisters, that really brought her back to her old self. She loved those girls more than the world, and vowed to be the best sister to them ever. She finally went back to her ketch the day four-year-old Annuka wanted to go on “Sister ’Reda’s” boat, and hasn’t left it since. Now, her favorite pastime on her day off is going wherever Dana and Annuka want to go. Or rather, it was until the forces of Chaos sank the Dog Star and forced her entire clan to flee. Now she is intent on forging a new life for herself in Cascadia, the obviously most happening place.

Jasper Jeidan (Jas)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: ˝ human, ˝ mer.