Sykera D'Vern

Sykera, her appearance depicted from when she participated in Kuenos' tournament.

### Aliases

Motherqueen Sykera, Motherqueen, Momma (Aezirak)

### Occupation

Sorceress, Super Criminal, Liberator, Motherqueen

## Physical description

### Height

5'7

Sykera is the mythical sorceress who won the First Tournament hosted by Kuenos, Prince of Inon, as well as the original wielder of the staff Nevermore. She is also the creator and Motherqueen of her found family, House D'Vern, as well as the adoptive mother of Aezirak D'Vern.

Sykera rose to power following her victory in the tournament, later murdering the Lord High Commander of Conglacia, and forcing an alliance with the god Rapsorash, the Dragon. She was eventually defeated and killed by The Starblight during her attempt to lift the city of Nalmric from the ground and use it to travel to Ryyglstrala, the white moon of Kyeaph.

## Life Summary

### 1077-1100 (Backstory)

Born in the slums of a southern Zenrian city, Sykera was the child of two people who were the last of their kind. A subrace of humans known as the Abavonesions, who were biologically predisposed to being proficient in rift magic. Due to this genetic alteration, Sykera, like her ancestors before her, was born with tattoo-like lines running all up and down her body. In her case, they were red.

Sykera’s heritage was always a mystery to her. She had no recollection of her parents whatever, not even remembering vague details about them. However, bittersweet as it may have been for her, she ultimately saw it as a good thing, as since she had no memories of them, she had nothing to miss.

Sykera’s childhood was harsh and unforgiving, having to rely solely on herself and the kindness of strangers to stay alive. Although, compassion from others was seldom found, with cruelty usually being the only thing she’d happen upon. Because of this, she internalized very untrusting and individualistic behaviors from a very young age. She was introverted and self driven, not caring about others, both in a positive and negative sense.

This individualistic lifestyle was further supported by her Abavonesion blood, and her prodigal relationship with spellcasting. Due to the intuitive and instinctual nature of rift magic, Sykera, as but a child, discovered her abilities on her own. She realized that she was able to summon elements such as fire to protect herself, but only when danger was present. Only through the feeling of a “need”, was Sykera able to bend magic to her will. But she knew that there was more to be gained. Being the hard worker and fast learner that she was, she eventually was able to turn the requirement of a need, into only the requirement of a desire. Mental training and rigorous practice, along with time, allowed her to summon her power on nothing more than a whim. She had taken her first steps on the path to mastering spellcasting.

However, as readily available as her magic was, it was still weak. She could fend off small beasts and hostile commoners, but she was no match for when she was found by a Conglacian slaver named Vaenrik.

Sykera tried to fight back against Vaenrik, but she was easily overpowered. Yet, despite her weak power and young age, she remained resilient, not showing fear or begging for mercy. Her rebellious nature amused but also irritated him, causing him to make her his labor slave. For deita he made her work, treating her horribly and torturing her as well. But despite all of this, she never mentally submitted to him, nor tried to please him in hopes that he’d make her life easier. She remained stubborn and resistant for each and every day of her captivity.

Whenever Vaenrik tortured Sykera, he’s make sure not to inflict any fatal or permanent injuries, as to not kill her or impede on her ability to work. However, one day when Sykera was about an early teen, his annoyance with her attitude and unbroken spirit had come to a peak. He took her and pinned her down against a table, and began to cut into her right arm with a dull knife. She tried to fight back, but she was too weak. He carved her arm open, and chopped away at her exposed bone and muscles.

Sykera was in unimaginable anguish, bleeding tears of pain and anger, but also fear. She had never felt so much pain before, she had never felt so close to losing her life. She felt like she was in genuine mortal danger. In a fit of unbridled fury, she summoned flames greater than she ever had before to envelop her captor. The rageful fire burned away at Vaenrik, not killing him, but scarring him permanently. She took this chance to escape from him, running as fast as she could as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

Eventually, she was able to find shelter, alone. She sat down, finally getting a chance to rest and examine her arm. The injuries were gruesome, and she was bleeding heavily. She would have to cauterize her arm to prevent herself from dying. And so, despite the pain, she did. Her arm, and by extension hand, were unusable at this point. But she was alive, and she had finally regained her freedom.

(Backstory unfinished, still under development)

## Physical Description

Hair: Red

Skin: Fair

Eyes: Purple

Height: 5'7

Horns: No

Tail: No

## Biographical Information

Status: Deceased

Sex/Gender: Female

Race: Human

Subrace: Abavonesion

Nationality: Zenrian

Continent of Origin: Zenrith

Biological Father: ???

Biological Mother: ???

Age in Deita: 22 (1100) / 27 (1105)

Age in Years: 26 (1100) / 32 (1105)

## Appears In

*Twins of Fate: Legend of the Night Sky*

*Motherqueen of Hell*

*Assault on the Red Moon* (mentioned)

*Black Priestess* (mentioned)

*Legend of the Kyeaph Crusaders* (mentioned)