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Rapian Bavon

## Appearance & Character

A Bavon boy through and through, Rapian stands tall for his age, with a lean physique accumulated from countless hard lessons of squirehood, but when compared to his father in many ways, Rapian looks far less impressive in comparison.

Black as sin, a mess of dark hair crests Rapian's head in various states of tangled messes, offering a stark contrast to the neat brows that guard his hazel eyes. Underneath, a dark fuzz of hair is strewn across the boy's jaw, giving evidence to all of his progress into manhood.

The same cannot be said for Rapian's spirit, however. Always coddled and protected by his parents, his wartime upbringing has given way to an uncertain mind that knows, when to speak and when not to even in serious anger often holding himself back. Not shy by any means, this lack of taking initiative tends to let opportunities go to waste as he insists on waiting things out instead.

In a similar vein, Rapian has a ton of interest within the political game, in leading men into combat, or boring stewardship, yet he is driven by his friends and family, and will go to great lengths to live up to their expectations, whether real or imagined & self-imposed.

If there is one thing that Rapian is passionate about, it is people. What they think, how they act, and what they like, Rapian wants to know all, often preferring to remain quiet and observe than partake, though when push comes to shove, he is more than willing to do that as well. This extends to culture and music, which often consoled him in his childhood.

In 1,325 AC, the War of Three Dragons raged across Saerial, and though Rapian was too young to participate in it, he was impacted by it all the same. His aunt had perished at the battle of Bloodkeep, leaving the Bavon family shattered at the very least. Rapian's life would take a drastic turn in a scant year later when he was sent to Firekeep to squire under Malaev Vakerian the Savage Prince. Like with his aunt's death, the change of scenery and caretakers were hard on the boy, and feelings that he'd not felt in years resurfaced, but without his siblings to keep him safe, Rapian was forced to adapt to his new duties and ended up performing very well for his station.
Javer Dandemire

Javer Dandemire is the son of Narkian Dandemire and Helenys Dandemire. He is a knight of Roosthill, being the newest member of the order. Javer strives to live up to the vows he swore both as a knight and as a protector of his family. He is a chivalrous individual, but has a rather black and white way of thinking and is firmly content with his place in life.

## Appearance and Character

A good word to describe Javer Dandemire would be “sturdy”. He’s a relatively small man, both average height but very broad, with monolithic shoulders and thick limbs honed from years of practice and physical training. He has the blonde hair of his family, kept fairly short and often swept back with his face clean shaven, that could grow out during travel or war. He has a small and thin nose, light hazel eyes and thick eyebrows and while he can look intimidating, he wears a broad smile most often.

Javer is a skilled knight, having proven his worth on the field of battle and in various tournaments, though he is not fond of killing or violence. When it comes to the his family however, he is willing to use any means to see them safe. A unambitious man, Javer was shocked upon his father naming him heir after he became of age despite being the eldest son and strives only to see his charges succeed. A jovial man who enjoys the company of others, he is fond of feasts and tournaments, and works hard to improve himself daily.

Despite his many good traits, he is a narrow thinker and holds himself and everyone else to a rigid sense of duty and honor. Despite efforts to change, he is also quite stubborn and believes he knows how to do things best most of the time.

Growing larger and much stronger, Javer was easily on a fast track to becoming a valued knight, and he set his eyes on the role of Master at Arms of Roosthill, but felt no particular need to pursue it passionately. With his mentor teaching him all he could, the youth became a much more responsible young man and came to believe he firmly understood what duty and sacrifice meant.

Something that he had never truly considered was death and the thought that he could die in the streets of battle in the War of Three Dragons shook him to his core. Despite his youth and inexperience in actual combat, he was able to defeat numerous foes, slaying many and even capturing a knight in the Battle of Tar and Soot. He took numerous cuts and wounds but managed to continue to fight, the pain only making him more desperate and stronger.
Pyxis

## Appearance and Character

Pyxis, also known as Vuhaerus and often referred to as The Fire Priest**,** is a Red Priest of the red faith and some claim the eldest of the god named children. Pyxis is a priest of the Red God who appeared mysteriously in Saerial after Vaenyx Vakerian III's false skull was returned to King Aerydar Vakerian.

Pyxis revealed to Miriam that he holds past memories as a man named Vuhaerus in the times of the Saerali Split. Supposedly when the split occurred and Pyxis was badly injured, his soul was given warmth and thanks from the Red Priests, who some claim is the reason that his soul is back now. How his life has returned he has not yet revealed if he even knows.

He was found amongst volcanic ash out in the Volcanic Isles in the Foreign Isles by Ash who gently picked him up drawing a symbol on his forehead in ash and seared it permanently into his skin almost like a tattoo. She went up the volcano holding the child above the lava and a large flame burst up from the Magma and Ash heard the name 'Pyxis' and as such that became his name.

On his adventures however, volcanic rubble from an eruption hit him which scarred the left side of his face and killed his travelling partner. Pyxis survived after being nursed back to health by what he claims to be his gods very will. Around this time, There are rumors that Pyxis has extended his life indefinitely, in about the same way as many assume Ash has done. Pyxis has always belonged to the religion of The Red Faith but seems to have no complaints as he spreads his religion.

He has been known to be a miracle worker for those who convert and pledge themselves to the Red God. He has been known to restore lost limbs alongside giving people sight if they were blind or healing from chronic diseases. It is said whenever he communes with his god the mark on his forehead glows but nobody can necessarily discern how or why.

At some point in his travels around Saerial and the Foreign Isles, Pyxis found a young slave girl who managed to escape her masters with blood splattered on her face. Impressed by the girl's steadfastness, he took her under his wing and inducted her into the Red Temple, teaching her everything he knew. That girl would later become Miriam, the Red Woman.
Dovan Rowan

## Appearance and Character

Dovan Rowan was born in 1,317 AC as the son of Elras Rowan and Grayce Rowan, brother to Barthar Niera and Sarila Rowan.

At the time of his birth, Dovan was 2nd in line to the Lord of Penrith and controller of the hills. As of 1,337 AC, he's fifth in line due to his knighthood and aspirations into the Kingsguard one day although he has a wife so it is wholly unclear if it would even be possible. That doesn't bother Dovan at all though.

As a small child, he was very close to his father Lord Elras' heir, Barthar who was his brother although he often thought of him like he was a distant cousin and as such deserved the upmost respect. Barthar was a sickly boy and many thought he wouldn't live once he got to Uliria. This was proven wrong however and almost as if it were clockwork Dovan started training for knighthood wishing and hoping to destroy the Vass family and ending the war and strife between them.

When Dovan started his training. He soon found out he had a knack for swords. Not only that, but he started to show a good amount of strength. Although he was good at fighting, what interested him the most was leading men in battle rather then being led by another man.

At this time, Barthar had started to be trained as well in his time that he was home. Dovan has always proved to be the better duelist of the two. But this wasn't an issue since his brother was always more of the brains where he was more of the tactician and warrior in his minds. He also proved himself quite skilled at handling Logistics, after his interest in martial matters reached his father, who started to trainstarted to teach him how to handle logistics, which he applied as part of the Rowan lead army that went south in the War of Three Dragons

When he was 17, he married Riya Rowan who was currently only 14. It hasn't been exactly a happy marriage, but it has been full of love. Unfortunately, over their years of marriage so far, Riya so far has only gave Dovan stillborn children. Even though there were problems caused from the multiple stillborn children he has repeatedly always been there for her when she needs him.

Shortly after they married Dovan found himself fighting in The War of Three Dragons. Although he spent most of the war helping his lord uncle with tactics or logistics, he also wounded one of the Vass' faces permanently making a nasty burn mark land on the left side of his face while they were at the same war camp.
Nilissa Aeori I

**Nilissa Aeori** is the fifth daughter of Sael Uaemik, and Wysperia Faetla lowborn farmers that lived on the gilded isles with little to their name. Nilissa spent the first years of her life learning a bit but mostly helping to tend to the fields and such which she hated. One day on a progress of Lord Harkin Aeori she met an Aeori boy just a year older then her and fell for him instantly his name was Bavinil Aeori and over time their love cultivated together during that progress until the progress had to keep moving. Nilissa was crushed at knowing that the man she had liked so dearly she would likely never see again however Bavinil pulled aside her father and got him to agree to bring her along with them. They wed in the year 1,319 and since then she has birthed four children one of them being stillborn and is the Lady of Xabia.

## Appearance and Personality

Even for a lowborn family of commoners, Nilissa was incredibly beautiful. Her hair shines brightly like fire, and her eyes are brown but they seem to glimmer in the light. For many years, the youthful fire that once burned in her eyes has slowly been replaced with far-off sadness, this has slowly been replaced with happiness with hints of deep down slight sadness.

From her earliest years past the farm, Nilissa was an avid connoisseur of the arts, especially music. She longs nearly all forms of sensory pleasures, and these interests have led her across many interesting experiences one may not experience normally. She maintains this curiosity even after becoming Lady of House Aeori, and considers the normal duties of her position to be rather dull in comparison to much which often gives people the impression that she is a cunt of some sort.

She is typically quite rude to those who she first meets but over time if you show her kindness she will in return, but she seems to think she has mastered the art of the political smile... even if the experienced could see right through her. Though not quick to admit it, especially to herself, what she desires most is to travel the world with her family during peacetime..
Ilanea Osdial

### Relatives

Spouse: Vyreo Osdial VChildren: Vargor Osdial I, Tregen Osdial II, Dorissa Osdial I

## Physical description

### Eye color

Black

**Ilaenea Osdial** was the Lady of Aseryn and the the Moon Lady of the Qairan Lords. The second child and final daughter if Lord Cavakazian and his wife, Tya Xoa, Ilanea came to her power through marriage to an elder man named Vyreo Osdial, Many claim that they never truly fell in love but had love for the positions they held individually. They had three children together all of which grew up healthy and strong. Ilanea is now 78 years of age and although her age is intense and her physical aspects have started failing her she seems to be of good mind and constantly helps her children through differing ideals especially trying to regain the land she believes was stolen from them by the Vakerian and simply gifted to the Faewyn.

## Appearance

A woman decorated in lavish silvers, adorned by earrings of silver and ornaments the color of ice, Ilanea Osdial wears her namesake well. Wealth and extravagance weep from her, cascading her in a never-ending array of wealth and as she was younger beauty that assails her from head to toe.

Her very presence commands the room. The effort she places into her appearance seems to have diminished over time due to a lack of caring however her presence somehow still exudes wealth. From occasion to occasion, she wears silks of dark violet, grey, and white, when it’s best suited but most often, she’s seen wearing black.

Ilanea stands just short of five foot five, and wears striking hips; figure as full as her pride. Her skin is heavily wrinkled over the years, her lips tightly pressed, eyes dark black, and narrow. Her face is framed by curling locks of black that has since turned to white.

She was not raised to become the woman she would inevitably become. The young woman was prone to mood swings, and from the moment she could speak displayed a certain fierceness not evident in most of the recent Qairans. She saw the world, by her late husband’s own words as black and white. Issues were of no matter to her. There was right and wrong, and no in between. Despite her aged, sometimes haughty attitude, Ilanea now wears black more oft than not, and is seen wearing silver very rarely. Her hair was drawn back, where it was loose before, and starting caring much less for extravagance. Her husband died in 1,334 in a battle that she called him a 'raging idiot' to go into, he was over sixty five years of age with only one eye rushing into battle against a bunch of accomplished Talon Knights. The Golds mourned his death but not for long as he was succeeded by the much smarter much younger Vargor Osdial 'The Scorpion' this death turned the tides for the Golds once more becoming the dominant force in the south.
Gwyneth Utrilia

**Gwyneth Utrilia** is a princess of Nuxvar and of House Utrilia. She is 17 years old, and is the fraternal twin sister of her sister, Lelani Utrilia.

## Appearance and Character

A tall and slender woman by any means, Gwyneth is the spitting image of her Qairan ancestors. Dark, straight hair, large black eyes and thick brows. Her form is rigid and defined, the product of years spent in the sands of the Qairan Deserts, her skin the color of rich copper.

Born in 1,328 AC, the third child of Lord Maron Utrilia and his wife Waelia Utrilia, Gwyneth was a child that was mostly her father, healthy, strong, and pretty, without much of her mother's traits definitely not inheriting her ancient Qairan traditionalist ways.

Though the other children might’ve been called lively in comparison to her, it was Gwyneth who was a quiet child, rarely crying, rarely causing a fuss. She took to her studies young, but she did not truly excel at much outside of her studies, unlike her brothers.

At a young age, their father begins to train them in the art of the spear. Gwyneth is given a choice: The spear or the book, and she chooses the latter although she still trains with the spear. Her life becomes that of ridicule and pressure into her studies now, and she still spars with her brother daily. Father treats hers more like a hobby, but scrutinizes her brother Lewyn every time he fails.

The year 1,338 saw a swift change in the air of Nuxvar. Gwyneth's eldest brother, taken to a sickness, passed away in the night, leaving Lewyn as her father's heir and she as the third in line. He imposes harsher lessons on her, which grow to be more and more taxing, and she becomes demure in that time, seeking solace amongst the people elsewhere. She left across the deserts only saying farewell to her siblings and not her parents, going off for years before returning to Nuxvar much happier once again with a vigor for knowledge and research.

Gwyneth is a gentle, good, and gracious lady, but many also describes her as too strong willed to ever truly be comely, due to her insane work ethic into her own knowledge and strength. She is also kind and clever, with a sweet wit. Like most women from the deserts she can be known to flirt on a occasion, although much less then other ladies of her age.

She makes a new sigil for herself after a long voyage across the deserts and even going abroad some claim although nobody knows where she directly would of gone, mimicking their sigil however mirroring the coloring of the Vakerian banner with a fancied golden border.
Gregor Thulum

**Gregor Thulum**, known as the Grizzly Bear among those in the North for his size and strength, is the current husband of Meya Thulum I, Knight of the Vakerian family and father to two children. He is the eldest son and firstborn of Medrick Xetral and Jeyne Xetral.

## Appearance and Character

The Xetrals are renowned for being some of the hardiest people of the North, and Gregor is no exception. He has short blonde hair and stony light brown eyes, and sports light stubble at times. He often dressed in simple clothing however more in recent years he has started to dress slightly fancier for his eldest son forced him to. Easily the most distinguishable feature is the man's size. Gregor is a hulking brute of a man and almost always the most muscular man in the room, sporting muscle befitting of a knight.

As a child, Gregor was recognized to grow up to be a fine warrior; Often doing his best to avoid lessons with his father or the maester and instead train with the knights in the yards of Faritan. During his practices, the greatsword was always favored despite being too heavy at first, until eventually swinging it felt almost natural. After his father's death to an attack on the northern shores of the island by odd forces, Gregor became withdrawn from almost everything but his practiced prowess with a sword. Later on in life, Jakob began to become less withdrawn and more outgoing, meeting Meya Thulum.

They went south together both for the reason of becoming knights to the Vakerians, they were said to of slept with one another countless times on the Dragonsroad down to Vakar at night when everyone was sleeping. They chose to wed in a cathedral on the pathway down to Vakar. When they got to Vakar he became a knight and Meya became a Knight for the crown eventually becoming a dragon maid when they are formed. Meya quickly became pregnant with their first child eventually giving birth to a son and a daughter both. They now reside within the Palace of Fire to protect the crown and often go on expeditions with one another.
Nakri Pecerean I

**Nakri Pecerean I** is the firstborn child and daughter of the current Lord of Duskval, Randall Pecerean and the Lady of Duskval Keyana Pecerean. Now, in lieu of the treachery in The War of Three Dragons, and her fathers disgust mixed with her mother growing barren, Nakri has been risen in status beyond what she ever imagined possible, not that she ever wanted such.

## Appearance and Character

Nakri Pecerean is thin of build, standing at the rather short height of 5’4’, with long flowing blackhair crowning her head, and blue eyes to match, however her blue eyes have specks of silver in them and nobody quite knows where they come from. Spotted across her person are a number of faint freckles, although they grow more notable around her nose. As is expected of a Lady of House Pecerean, Nakri dresses appropriately and has never been one to not do so.

In nature, Nakri is a modest youth who understands the weight of the sadness and loss surrounding her more immediate family’s rise within the past half-decade. Nakri is oft defined by her kind and caring nature, although does have a ‘fiery’ side when needed, but many would hesitate to truly call it fiery.

Born to Ser Randall Pecerean and his lady wife, Keyana Pecerean, she had a distant relation to Lordly branch of her House, but that was not to say she was distant from them. She eventually got a younger daughter, while this daughter, whom would be named Layla, but known as Lay, already had many other friends to play with and talk with, he and Nakri seemed to find a special closeness, the kind of friendship that cannot be broken with spilt milk and a lost toy.

Nakri too had her own cousins that she barely knew, but her cousins she finds cruel in a childish way for they only ever cared for swordplay and little more. In the midst of the war of three dragons, she lived her life as any normal noble girl within the walls of Duskval would, happy and care free, with Layla by her side, much the same.
Noya Runeri I

**Noya Runeri** is the secondborn child of the late Shibuya Bayeri II and her husband, Blaine Runeri. She was born in Sudal and had a peaceful upbringing always loving the various flowers and trees. She was a good scholar when it came to history and nature but didn't care about other kinds of studies leading her to hate certain Maesters that tried to teach her other things

A proud woman, known for her beauty, Noya eventually became a woman of many suitors when she turned sixteen which is recently now of age.

## Appearance and Character

In her youth, Noya was every inch a scion from that noble house, beautiful and proud and enticing. She was willowy and slender, neither tall nor strong a woman clearly not suited for manual labor nor combat.

Noya, in her age of sixteen, is a commanding and proud woman, much the same to her younger counterpart. Her black hair remains rich, and her eyes shine a beautiful and somewhat opulent color of blue that in certain lights appear almost purple. Age has refined her up to this point, some might say, but the truth is much simpler: in her age, Noya Runeri glows with unprecedented beauty.

Her skin is very smooth, and she moves slower than others her age, the Maesters claim this is nothing of a health concern but rather just a choice by the lady herself. All the same, she carries a strong voice and much influence within Sudal even at her young age.
Dain Seronyth II

Ser **Dain Seronyth** is the captain of the winter army The Snowbringers; called 'Snowbow', he is a renowned archer and swordsman. He is the youngest child of the lord line of House Seronyth. The years and circumstances of a difficult life have eroded most of Dain's morality, leaving a man who will do whatever it takes to climb the ladder of chaos.

## Appearance and Character

Dain spent his early life in The Runekeep, apprenticing in his mother's wit and squiring for one of his fathers knights who taught him how to use a blade properly. Quickly after he learned his noble blood easily saw him promoted to captain of the guard. Dain also took to catching rats, conditioning him to be nimble and patient, awaiting the opportune moment to pounce. Peaceful life was a constant until the Great Famine struck.

When he was small, it was too dangerous for Dain to fight a man up close, so Ser Osmund instead taught him to shoot a bow. Dain became a proficient archer, but wished for more; and his wish was granted as he grew. The Great Famine eventually came to an end, but the rugged pair had grown so accustomed to life on the road that they kept it up. Monira was understandably upset by these events, but had little say in their occurrence.

Heading north, Dain left Ser Osmund in a small riverside settlement, hearing of work in the North. He and one of his close friends Lorent protected an old man with but one cart, who had offered to pay them in great riches once they'd reached the city. Dain was skeptical of this claim, but needed to reach Sarilt anyhow and didn't intend to take his courser through bare valleys without food enough to feed her.

When they'd arrived in Sarilt, the old man's word proved not entirely true. Instead of great riches, he instead bequeathed upon Dain an Ossen Steel blade, which he would later discover to be called Lightning Lure, a fabled weapon of legend. It would prove all too sweet an omen for the days to come. After he identified the blade he instantly went back to the old man and found nobody, to this day nobody knows who the old man was or how he was in possession of this blade.

When Dain and Lorent arrived in Sarilt, they heard tell of a mercenary band in need of swords; a mercenary band called the Snowbringers. Fitting, thought Dain, for his ambition had been found, the snow called, brought forth by his rising success. He joined to the pleasure of the Northern captain, but pleasure soon turned to dismay as Dain put an arrow in the man's eye and took leadership of the company not a fortnight later. He then quickly rallied everyone together and returned to his ancestral home with Lightning Lure at his hip, and became some sort of fabled hero throughout the midlands even to this day.
Aiasia Aeori I

Lady **Aiasia Aeori I** is the reigning Keeper of the Gilded Vaults, and more recently likely future Lady of Crakclaw, due to her attraction to her Paramour Casten Faewyn.  She is the eldest daughter of the Lord of Xabia Bavinil Aeori, and his wife, Lady Nilissa Aeori. As her father was afflicted with tragedies and setbacks due to the War of the Three Dragons, so too was she.  Rather than yielding to such challenges she has, time and again, risen above them to become a formidable peer of the Realm in her own right. She has had her issues with illness over the years but manages to remain bright as ever and in decent health.

## Appearance and Character

Lady Aiasia Aeori I is a lithe, thin woman with a face that carries with it a soft sense of beauty.  As with all that dwell in the realm of the living, her repeated illnesses has begun to take its toll upon a few of her features.  Her light blue hair, hair has begun to show slight grey and blonde hair over the past few years.  Very slight wrinkles and permanent pox scars have formed at the corners of her mouth and increasing lines have become visible upon her forehead.  Nevertheless, a normal person would never know this with her extensive use of makeup to cover the harsher looking features of herself.

As a girl, Aiasia indulged in vibrant gowns, richly colored and poignant in their flair. This frivolous sense of style abated with maturity, and most notably so when she assumed her aunt's old title and became the Keeper of the Gilded Vaults in her own right. Since she has tended to the lighter, more opulent dress that has so often been associated with the great isles that she calls her home. Jewels, by her accounts, bear no interest to her and other then her moon earrings gifted from her uncle Davios, and a few differing brooches.

In many ways, the lady’s wardrobe, and its evolution reflects the change in her nature as she transformed from girl to woman to lady in her own right. Her father had taught her to be an unassuming woman, bringing her up to charm and demure.  As a child, she had been quick to smile and possessed an easy laugh. In that way, she was meant to facilitate the goals and ambitions of her future husband so that she might curate his bloodline quite as tenderly as her mother had done in the name of her lord father.
Karrem Seronyth I

## Appearance and Character

As a boy, Karrem was considered a gangly, long and lanky youth.  His features were too sharp by half, and his bony frame was not what one would hope if a parent nursed ambitions of rearing a great knight to display to all the realm.   To say he had been off-color, and awkward would have been the most succinct of understatements.  He seemed malformed, age, however, proved to be his greatest bounty as he grew into the body he had been given by birth.  Adulthood finds the Golden Rose as tall and lanky as ever, but where once there had been awkwardness, there was now grace.  His chiseled features present a unique visage, with all the lines and edges giving him an almost statuesque demeanor.

With the passing of time, Karrem allowed his fading features to be hidden by a beard before he god wed of which he shaved off and his features are now hidden by shoulder length hair at her request.

Like so many of House Seronyth, the young man dons the dark hair akin to the midlanders. His eyes are a dark, brown that sometimes appear as if they might even be hazel.  In his manner of dress, Karrem tends to darker colors in varied shades of red and of blue.  Upon the matter of armor, he has always preferred chainmail and leather to plate, feeling that the traditional garb of Saerial knights were too limiting for his preferred forms.

Though he has been knighted in the Faith, Karrem cares little for the traditional codes and honors upheld by the knights of the realm.  He maintains as pristine a façade as he is able, and despite his genteel manner, there are few whom have crossed his path that might describe Karrem as a kind man.  He is ambitious, ruthless and willing to do whatever he must to see what many see as the fading fortunes of his family restored. He is regarded by some as a great artist, only of a decidedly more visceral cast.

He wedded a beautiful foreign girl who happened to be one of the Lords pirate admiral's children, they wed in the traditional Saerial fashion and as of now no children have came from their union.
Christor Thulum III

Christor Thulum, known as Christor the Cruel and Coldlips, is a member of House Thulum and is the younger brother of the late lord Tyron Thulum and some believe he is partially responsible for his brothers death however there is no proof to back this up.

## Appearance and Character

Christor is pale and handsome with black hair and a dark beard. He wears a patch over his left eye, and where most some people make fun of people with only one eyes people fear making fun of Christor for once when he was twenty two years of age he ripped out a mans tongue for making fun of him calling him 'One-Eye'. Nobody knows what resides under his eyepatch as he is never seen without it however according to Christor's nephew, Lord Denzin Thulum, the patch conceals a congealed almost liquidy mess of his former eye that seems to never of been cleaned post incident. His right eye is as silver as the hilts of the city watch of Vakar and is regarded as where you can see all of his malice. In addition, his lips are a pale blue giving him his pseudonym, this is supposedly linked to drug use however nobody is definitely certain.

Christor is a wildly unpredictable man, known for his delight in playing vicious torture games and waging psychological warfare on anyone around him. He was hated by his brother for this reason. A skilled warrior and manipulator, Christor is cunning, shrewd, and ruthless.

Despite his dangerous and mercurial nature, Christor has little trouble in drawing men to his service, being a very charismatic man himself. While most northern captains in war keeps the share of plunder, Christor seemingly takes almost nothing for himself almost as if content with everything he has in life.

It is said that Christor hates the Vakerians more then any Thulum currently alive and resented sitting on Rhaelarys Vakerian II's council as Master of War for each and every moment he wanted to stab and kill everyone in the palace. He seems to hold the most respect for the old Vaenyx Vakerian III respecting his age and power and wishes to face against him one day in the war purposefully putting himself in Vaenyx's way but they have still never met one another.

In 1,340 A.C Christor was sent away from the North by Lord Denzin as punishment for the potential killing of Lord Tyron Thulum, and he was warned never to return to Sarilt while Denzin or his sons were alive. Christor has several bastard children but does not have any regard for any of them and nobody quite knows who they are or what they even look like.

Since Christor's banishment, he left without his wife leaving her alone with the kids and grandkids he now has. He has wandered Saerial, however his exact location and doings are unknown many suspect him to still be seeking Vaenyx Vakerian III to face off against him in one on one combat.
Dragons

**Dragons** are magical intelligent creatures, descending from the start of time formed by fire and ice of the primordial chaos of the original world.

## Characteristics

It is said that dragons are fire made flesh. Great heat emanates from dragons' bodies, to the point that they steam during cold nights. Dragons only eat cooked meat, and use the extremely hot dragonflame which they breathe to cook their meat before eating it.

A dragon's scales are largely, but not entirely, impervious to flame as well, and serve as protection for the more vulnerable flesh and musculature beneath. As a dragon ages, its scales thicken and grow harder, affording even more protection, leaving dragons nearly immune to fire, although they can still be wounded by dragonflame. Similarly, as dragons age, the fires they breath become hotter and fiercer. Where a hatchling's flame can set straw aflame, the flames of older dragons, in the fullness of their power, could melt steel and stone. The lifespan of dragons is many times that of a human, though their maximum natural lifespan is difficult to determine: as beasts of war, most of the known examples died in battle. It is however assumed that they live for at least 300 years under good health and feeding. Dragons are not invulnerable; a stinger bolt developed by the Mullyn Vakerian forces can easily pierce through a dragons body as long as it hits straight on.

Dragons are believed to be intrinsically tied to magic in the world. Whenever a dragon dies it is said to bring a little more coldness to the world and some believe that if the dragons were ever to be fully wiped out then maybe one day it will plunge the world into pure fire or pure ice.

Dragonbone is as strong as steel, but lighter and far more flexible, and impervious to fire. It has been used to make brooches, bows, hilts of Ossen steel daggers, and whip handles.
Vhaerla VI

Lady **Vhaerla Vakerian VI** is the child of Lord Suoka Bayeri and his wife, Lady Haerya Vakerian.  Born in 1,327 A.C., Vhaerla has been a central figure in the royal court for the entirety of her teen life.  Even as a child her precocious nature, and astute matter could captivate the potentates of the capital.

Lady **Vhaerla Vakerian VI** is a member of House Vakerian.  She became a mainstay in Visaenys Vakerian IV’s court in Vakar.  By all accounts she was an able advisor to her friend and aunt, she was also a great companion to her aged uncle before his death at Bloodkeep. At the time she was one of the darlings of a court, and a great rival of Gaera Vakerian following the untimely demise of her mother Haerya Vakerian III in Duskval.

## Appearance and Character

Vhaerla VI is imperious woman who inherited all the classic Vakerian features of her house. The only marked difference is that which she inherited from her father, a lord of House Bayeri.  Her long, luxuriant hair is platnium.  The hue of her eyes is a deep, dark red.  All in all, Vhaerla carries herself with a chilled air of eminence that echoes the dragonlords of old.  Her manner of dress is diverse, being comfortable in light armor, but rarely wears it instead preferring large dresses or silks like the gowns more accustomed to the court.  Frequently she is adorned in black, silver, purple, and gold.

The Princess of Thouria has oft been an enigma within the Vakar court.  Much and more is known of her proficiency, of her deeds than is known of the woman herself.  Much of her reputation within the court has been garnered by good notions of governance, and clever tactics in war even as a woman.  In both arenas she has excelled, and had already began to shape a legacy that eclipsed that of her brother at least at this time.

The Princess took a far greater liking to Grand Maester Araphos than did her brother.  From him she learned all there was to know of Saerial, its histories, heraldries, and cultures.  She had an inquisitive nature, and had heard well the stories of Araphos within the court.
Aliana Seronyth

## Appearance and Personality

Aliana is apparently extremely beautiful, with thick orange hair, piercing green eyes and a slender figure. Aliana had became thick-bodied due to eating issues she developed at one point in her life but got back to her slender figure after her husband Robin Seronyth threatened her. Ever since she has married Robin Seronyth Aliana looks like she has aged ten years and has become pale and almost too skinny. She has an aggressive look to her, with a petulant mouth. She tends to dress in the blue clothes of her husband's house.

While Aliana had been sweet and kind, if shy and nervous and delicate as a girl, tending towards fits of giggles and nervous silences, she has become both hardened and complicated as a result of her life for a time in Vakar. A number of people in the kingdom had low and demeaning opinions of her, thinking her to be eccentric, frail of mind and petulant. There is some truth in this, since Aliana is excruciatingly paranoid and fearful to an extreme about those who surround her. She had a cold and uneven opinion of the Seronyth bannermen and supporters, and those of her husband, thinking of them as vultures who are trying to pick her world apart in fact, she sees almost everyone in this regard.

Despite everything he does to her Aliana is supremely, almost dangerously protective of her husband Robin, and will go to extreme measures to protect him and keep him close even though she did not love him when they first met and was rather forced into the marriage. Aliana has developed an intense hatred of her remaining blood family, going so far as to threaten her own sister upon the suggestion that her husband be killed for the realm and refusing to take part in the War of Three Dragons despite the violent effect it has had on her new family. She is quick to anger, and temperamental, sentencing people on the grounds of personal prejudice and rather thin evidence whenever she gets to make a choice.
Qeryk Hopiar

## Appearance and Character

Qeryk stands proud, with curly, dark orange hair pushed to the side. He has deep blue eyes and a stern look about him from time to time, though he remains a awkward man to most. While he possesses a skinny build, Qeryk is much stronger than he initially appears and has rather broad shoulders. He is more comfortable in armor than out of it, and he mostly dresses in the red and blue of his house. A worn, black cape is almost always donned by Qeryk, pinned with a clasp shaped like a Nightingale.

A charming but serious man, Qeryk believes in trying to uphold the vows of knighthood, though it is an ongoing struggle. He finds it easy to make friends, though he trusts few, and the smallfolk of the Runic Midlands enjoy watching his skills with sword and lance. Qeryk has been known to play to the crowd during tournaments and lives for the thrill of competition and the rush of combat.

Born in 1,322 AC as the firstborn son of Lord Markas Hopiar, Qeryk was raised to be a model knight and lord. Not sparing his child any luxuries outside of what was needed, his father raised him to be a just and proud man, and Qeryk took to his training with weapons very easily. He also learned to ride a mount well and showed great aptitude for jousting from an early age, enjoying the thrill and competition. A charismatic if dry youth, Qeryk learned that respect and loyalty is earned and must be protected and he always strove to do his best to be a good role model for anyone younger than him, including his younger siblings.

In 1,335 AC, Qeryk was sent to Srille, the seat of House Opunia to serve as a squire. It was here that he continued to hone his abilities and truly learned how to be a fair, but strong man under the guidance of Lord Saloman Opunia. Absorbing all the information he could during these years, Qeryk made a multitude of companions and friends. Known to be quite skilled with a sword, he could often be found working on his swordplay or riding whenever he had free time. He dreamed of being the champion of tournaments and winning over fair maidens, and made sure to be as chivalrous as he could be to those at Srille.

After many years of service, Qeryk was knighted in 1,343 AC for his abilities by Lord Grandison. Heading home to Ingving, he proceeded to serve his father, family and lands in any way he could find, earning the respect and hearts of his people, who were thankful for his strong but fair attitude. Riding in a few tournaments, Qeryk captivated the smallfolk and performed well, though he had not yet won anything major.
Talia Glacerr I

## Appearance and Character

Crafty and owing to a difficult temperament, the youngest of the head Glacerr brood is best known as the stark contrast to her brother. Where he is a savage that has unkempt nature, Talia is smart and tends to keep her appearance very prim and proper.

Red-haired and blue-eyed, she has full and rounded features, yet she is noted to look more similar to their father Arren in her brand of beauty; one that is notably soft, compared to the barbed personality it comes with.

Her reputation preceded her in the North, infamous as a troublemaker and perhaps even more so for her flighty temper. Talia is often brash, and has no talent for making friends. She is disobedient and willful to most, taken to doing as she pleases with little regard for consequence. Despite this wider belligerence, keenly does she obey her father or brother when so forced, and will often heed the advice of her mother without question.

To some, her quick wit and pretty face are enough to make her tolerable, but in truth she has maintained no particularly meaningful relationships outside her own family and some members of the Seronyth family. Once she was close to one of the Lakoran boys before she killed a hog and put it on his bed, as a result of her awful trickster tendencies. Eventually she manages to drive any and all away, for at her core she remains bitter and spiteful over her birth nature.
Sarila Rowan

## Appearance and Character

Sarila is a Rowan in more than just name. With her light brown hair, pale skin, and eyes as brown as the dirt. It would be quite hard to know she was of Harlon Rowan however as she dresses with a somewhat messy cloak and a permanently crippled and closed eye. Now at twenty years of age, she has still to lose her slight gangliness from her younger years, and her youthfulness is still somewhat plain on her face with soft skin and slender shoulders.

For the most part, Sarila’s childhood was a happy one. A precocious child, she was often seen around Penrith, charming the small folks and lords alike, her sister often by her side. That is, until the sisters started growing older. As the heir to Penrith, her brother was pulled more and more away to practice at war and fighting, while Sarila was left more and more to her own devices for once without a constant shadow. However, she was not alone for long when she gained a handmaiden to help her along. Fascinated and lacking a friend, the two spent many times together, riding through the forests, playing at swords and generally getting into trouble at Penrith. And for a while, this is how it continued until one day when she left and saw a mage clad in pure red with a golden necklace who she claims laid a hex on her arcanely scarring her face and making her left eye useless and impossible to open. After this many saw her as an abomination and what little friends she had wanted far away from her.

Her friends and family majorly left her alone not wanting her to be a bad omen to their life. And so Sarila, was left in Penrith or more specifically her room. Perhaps this is why it was no surprise that Sarila grew distant from her family. She watched her father carefully as he passed out his rulings and made decisions of the realm from the shadows. As she grew more sure of herself, she began to form opinions of her own although she had nobody to voice them to and it was not uncommon to hear her siblings squabbling in the middle of the night, debating this ruling or this order. Still there was one thing her father did talk to her about which was the hatred of the Vass family. Something that the Rowans and Vass' could not live without; not truly. In secret in her room, the books gathered. War tactics and histories, of machineries and how to best manage the men you were given - and to her surprise, she was *good* at it.

Now at twenty years, Sarila is well aware that she is unlike most other girls her age still unmarried and living in the hold of her family and an eye that hurts any chance of being friends with anyone let alone married to someone. With her heart in her throat she accepted this fate and seemingly just reads and occasionally goes into the city donning her cloak.
Kyrak Pecerean I

**Ser Kyrak Pecerean**, known as the Starpiercer, is a famed and legendary knight from House Pecerean and a member of King Vaenarr Vakerian's Kingsguard. Many consider him to have been the most chivalrous warrior and perfect dual wielder of Saerial. Kyrak over time grew to be close to the Vakerian family. He was the brother of Lady Alic Pecerean.

## Appearance and Character

Kyrak's body is muscular but lean lending from his upbringing in the Midlands. Though despite the lack of meat his body is defined well. His hair in its natural state holds a slight curl to it at the tips. Though he holds little doubt to his heritage as his eyes are a blue that almost shines purple and his hair holds its black color to it. He wears his slight Qairan features like a badge of honor.

According to many men and women, Kyrak is the deadliest of the seven knights in the history of the Kingsguard. Janik, who idolized Kyrak in his early years, recalls that Kyrak is stronger than he five times over. Vaenarr and Vaehna consider him to be an efficient commander.

Kyrak wielded the ancestral Ossen Steel blade called Starblade as part of his office as a member of the Kingsguard gifted it by his father, carrying it slung on his left side. To defeat the Godswood Brotherhood, he gained the trust of the smallfolk of the godswood by paying for what he and his forces took and taking their grievances before King Rhaelarys Vakerian II. In the end Kyrak slew the ringleaders of this cult in single combat and ended the threat of the outlaws. Following that victory, he knighted many soldiers, who would later become hopeful sworn brothers of the Kingsguard.

Kyrak was the champion in the tournament in honor of Vaenarr's birth in 1,303 A.C, defeating Prince Vargor Osdial. Kyrak broke twelve lances against Vargor in the tourney at Vakar, before coming out on top. At the First Tourney at Duskval, he decimated the first two knights that went against him before faithfully forfeiting and watching the rest of the tourney from afar.