Asura Wildfire

### Relatives

Cinder Svantnif (mother), Irah Wildfire (father), Slifar (stepmother), Gwen Fairweather (aunt)

## Appearances

### Portrayed by

Izzy! (Izzy Heartsong)

Asura of the Silver Vanguard

Asura Wildfire was born in the spring of 1824 CE, though she would probably argue that her true self was born in the summer of 1875. "Why?", you may ask, and the answer lies ahead:

Asura was born to the repurposed shell of an old woman named Quinn.Though Quinn was only the name of the body, Miss Wildfire would not do so much as name the woman who raised her at the start. At the young age of seven, her birthmother decided it was time to begin teaching her about magic. After all, Asura is a first generation Tiefling, which means she is the direct descendant of a demon or similar entity; the same entity that had claimed her mother's body years before her conception. While learning about magic at a young age doesn't sound so bad, it gets a bit rough when your teacher expects you to immediately know how to harness it and sees you as an avatar of what they could never be.

Ara's mother constantly pushed her past her limits, and when dealing with the chaotic magic that flowed through their veins, the young girl's body took a rather heavy toll. Being a half-elf, Asura has a much longer life expectancy than most, however in the years of training with chaos magic, it had aged at a more normal rate. It wasn't until her teens that she was taught the age-reversing magic that her mother had used once, little more than a decade prior. Asura had not initially known about her mother's origins, which is something that only made this situation worse, because she felt she didn't know anything about this woman who claimed to love her. How could this apparent teen mom know all this magic? How was she so powerful? Who else was involved in conceiving this child? Obviously an elf, but **who?**

Time went on and her mother's love, pure as it was, was no match for her obsession with making Asura her prodigy. Asura had the potential to become a mage twice as powerful as her mother could hope to be in this world. While her mother was born elsewhere and summoned here, having to leave her power behind and limited by her vessel, the half-elf was born of this realm and had far more potential to grow within her own means without worrying as much about burning out and being kicked from her own body. This obsession would lead to a cold heart with ridiculous standards set for herself. By the time she was fifty, she had hit her limit.

One evening, Asura snuck off to a market her and her mother visited earlier that day. One of the vendors there was a Mystic who could see into ancestry and trace your bloodline. In the middle of the night, the young Half-Elf came into the vendor's tent, but naturally, the Mystic was waiting for her. She warned Asura that she may not like what she finds when going into her bloodline, though the warning fell on deaf ears. Asura learned of her other parent, Pathfinder Irah Wildfire, of the deal made with her mother to never come back, and of her mother's origins. She was sad and furious. All her life she had just wanted a mother, not a teacher. Not a slave driver. That night would be the night where Asura set out to find her Elven parent.

It took a long decade or so of traveling and hardships for Asura to make it to where the Lyllalean Dynasty Capital City was located in Treaq. She knew she would not be well-received, but she had a hunch that even with as shitty a move as her Elf parent made by sending her off, they would probably a better parent. A shoe could be a better parent, in her mind. The months spent traveling were some of the toughest days in her life. A Half-Elf Monsterkin is a rare sight to behold and as such, she was constantly ambushed and threatened by capture to be sold on the black market. Each time she had to use her mother's magic to fend off a threat, she grew more and more angry. Why did she still have to rely on this woman? She needed to learn her own way. Something that wasn't linked to her bloodline. One day she plucked the Zweihander off of a bandit that attempted her capture and at age 56, began to teach herself how to use a sword bigger than her.

Finally, in the winter of 1886, she found herself on the steps of the capital of Treaq's government building; bloodied and tired, with a trail of injured guards behind her that tried to keep her from her goal. She was no longer able to fight and the cold air just felt so... relaxing. She collapsed there and woke up in a cell the next day. Before she had any time to assess and react, an Elf in decorated military garb came to the door to greet her. They stared for a long while before saying anything, but it was as they feared; their past had returned. Irah, having been open minded enough to previously fall in love with a Beastkin, heard their daughter out. At the very least, the fact she could get as far into the capital as she did, and not die was impressive. And additionally, this girl had a great potential within her. Irah bit the bullet and came out about their daughter publicly. It took less a toll on their reputation than they thought since they were in The Pathfinders, and in a few years, Asura would prove herself enough to where no one thought twice about it.

Years later, Asura realized that she was right; that her journey from her mother was a success, as Irah was a better parent- and a better teacher than their former lover. Though it did not heal all of the turmoil within Asura's heart, she was happy to have had a place to call home and a parent that actually seemed to care about her, and not just what she could become. Irah tried to enroll Asura in a combat mage school during this time, and she refused to go. Then they tried Spellsword training, to which she only went half of the time, choosing to sneak into the Warrior, Rogue, and Samurai lessons to learn more about physical combat. The last thing she wanted to do was learn more magic and rely on her mother's lineage. She wanted to make her strength her own, and eventually adopted dual blades as a favorite weapon, second only to the Zweihander she picked up all those years ago.

During her training and upbringing within the Dynasty, Asura decided that the Pathfinder Knights may not be the best path for her, despite it being her elf-parent's choice. She'd decide that Scantly clad armor and a basis in striking against the Monsters would better fit her... Mommy Issues. She was accepted into the Silver Vanguard, though her initiation was difficult and met with many obstacles as she was not a purebred elf. Her saving grace was that she was female and not only skilled, but determined to succeed. That and she ground down her tiefling horns to "fit in" better after an investigation was launched on her elfparent regarding Asura's lineage and mother. Through her training and further involvement in the Vanguard, Asura became skilled in Guerilla Warfare tactics and learning how to avoid getting hit and redirecting attacks. The Vanguard training hardened her and only drove her determination to fight against Monsterkin further. As the traditions of the Vanguard went, she'd have her favorite Zweihander scrapped and a new one forged from Silver. Eventually in 2048, Asura went on her way to continue field training and missions In Lesicia, eventually leading her to Lesicia Village.

Over time, things changed and so did the lore I guess so now Asura is a valiant Queensguard, loyal to her Princesses and Queens to her last breath.

She arrived in Rixentop to rejoin the Dynasty forces there, and is now in the Dark Hemisphere with everyone else