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General Information:
Name: Auriella Venat
Nicknames: Aurie / Ella
Kingdom: Arcelia
Rank: N/A
Species: Avisyl
Magic: Cosmic
Age: 935 (Adult)
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Sexuality: Pansexual & Panromantic
Occupation: Tailor
Appearance Info:
Height:
167cm | 5’6”
Weight:
75kg | 165 lbsOverall Description:
Standing at only 167cm tall Auriella is considered to be very short among Avisyl. Her face is slightly more rounded, her lips a soft pink and on the thinner side. With fair skin, and light strawberry blonde hair, long and flowing reaching down to the middle of her back. Her eyes, the left a beautiful blend of gold and white, the right — in a similar pattern — blue and purple. Their beauty is normally hidden from the world by two small white feathered wings that sit in front of them. Across her arms and legs, white feathered patterns spiral. And on her back sit two massive feathered wings of pure white.Items/Clothing:
Auriella often wears toga-like robes, or long flowing dresses. Normally of white, or a pale silver with subtle gold or yellow patterning and highlights. On her left hip rests her notebook, black with a pattern of stars and the moon. Around her neck rests a moon shaped pendant. And in her hair she wears feathers, dark blue feathers, that do not belong to her. She often wears sandals, though sometimes goes without them.
Personality Info:
Likes:
The Stars. The Moons. Discovery. Making idle conversation. Things she finds cute. Cherry Blossom Trees. The rain/snow.Dislikes:
Lakes. People who only get close to her or those she knows for their own gain. Moonless nights. People who refuse to help others even if it is within their means.Overall Description:
A kind and caring woman, driven by her desire for an answer to her question. She goes out of the way to help those she can, even if sometimes to the detriment of herself. Having come this far she would rather let herself get burnt by her kindness and care than bury it from the world. Though timid and often shy, she will stand her ground when it comes to those she cares about, sometimes to a fault. If you can get to know her, she is warmer and more bubbly than first appearances may suggest. She is extremely protective of Phoebe though she tries not to show it.
Biography Info:
Connections:
Phoebe Diomedes - Adopted Sister
Aesvii Linn - Friend
Miette Faelyn - FriendBiography:The following is a summary. It is highly recommended that you read the extended lore below to fully understand the character, her story, and her motivations.Born to a lord and lady of Arcelia in a time long past, Auriella grew up in comfort. Caring for her siblings from the time she was able to care for herself, she found joy in that task. For her 500th birthday her mother gifted her a pendant passed down to the eldest female child of the family for generations. Shortly after her mother passed, and her responsibility to her siblings increased.The youngest, and now only other woman in the family, was the one Auriella prized most. Often being more lenient and protective of her, letting her be free where she herself couldn’t. Then, one fateful moonless night, her sister was torn from her. Dragged to the depths in a lake once visited often by the sisters, and when she was still alive, their mother. For centuries after this Auriella isolated herself and asked a single question, “Why?” Never receiving an answer she watched as her family slowly dwindled until only she and her father remained.On his death bed her father gifted her a note book, one meant as a gift 200 years ago, but delayed because of her isolation. She took this note book, the pendant from her mother, and the feathers of a wing that did not belong to her when she left — her destination unknown.For a time she spent her days in the frigid cold of the mountains, until one day, spurred on by the beauty of the heavens, she took a leap of faith. Taking to the skies once more with a partial answer to her question — only through a life lived would she understand why. As that night drew on she glided to a stop upon a beach. It was there she met Phoebe, and in the silence of that night, a bond of sisterhood was forged.Through Phoebe's continued departures and returns Auriella eventually stopped worrying that Phoebe would leave her, and began to pursue her own path in life.Headed to the Grand Library of Aerius she ran into an old friend, Aesvii Linn, whom she reconnected with. Though their belief systems do not always align, she finds joy in their friendship. As her 825th birthday approached she took flight once more, returning to Arcelia.Present Day:
Auriella’s present life is one of calm and happiness. With her sister Phoebe coming and going as she pleases, and she herself making trips to the Grand Library of Aerius to visit Aesvii, life flows steadily onward — ever moving. At times she pauses and visits the spot she camped on those mountains all those years ago, still wondering what the true answer to her question may be. And as time goes on she feels a pull towards the Sanctum of Arcelia, an organisation of faith and knowledge. And though she one day hopes to join their ranks, for now it remains just a dream — a path present, but not yet tread.
Extended Lore:
Born to a lord and lady of Arcelia, Auriella's early life was one of comfort, of joy and laughter, one free of hurt and harm. A life of bliss. A life that many would envy. A life… destined to fall.From the time she could care for herself she was also expected to care for her 4 younger siblings while her parents tended to their duties. A task, a purpose, that brought her nothing but joy. To see her siblings take their first steps, speak their first words, take flight for the first time. To hear their laughter, and their sweet voices. To experience that and more, brought her immeasurable happiness. But, perhaps the one that brought her the most joy, was the youngest. The only sister she had, Alvaerelle, a carefree and kind young girl. Innocent and naive, Auriella’s pride and joy. Though Auriella cared for all her siblings in equal measure, her care for her sister was obvious in every action, in how much more protective she was, how she would watch over her whenever they went out, how much more… free she allowed her to be.For her 500th birthday, before the first light of dawn and under the moonlight, Auriella — for the first time in centuries — was able to spend some alone time with her mother. Soft silvery moonlight, cast by Eiana’s three moons, filters through the branches of the towering and ancient trees of Echor painting the two women in an ethereal glow.“Aurie, my dearest ray of moonlight, you’ve grown so much.” She pauses taking off her necklace, a crescent moon shaped pendant, “I wanted to give you this, it belonged to my mother, and before that, hers. It has been passed down to the eldest daughter of our family for generations, when they come of age or when you become a guiding light of love and compassion.”She reaches around her daughter’s neck and clips the necklace closed.“My daughter, for centuries now you have guided your siblings, shown them nothing but love and care in your actions. Your father and I are very proud, it was a burden we never meant to place on you, but you have taken to it well.”Hours pass, and dawns first rays of light break the horizon. For a moment both women stay still and silent, offering a prayer to Soltec, God of the Sun. Once the moment passes her mother breaks the silence, “Ni mel tye, my dearest ray of moonlight.” With that she flaps her wings and flies off to tend to her duties as Lady of Arcelia, the calm surface lake in front of where they were standing disturbed as she passes.When her mother passed, she was forced to accept the full mantle of responsibility for her siblings, gone was the time she had for herself. Caring for her siblings became all she did, her father, kind and helpful as he was, remained busy with his duties as a noble. Still, life was comfortable, enjoyable. Her care for her sister only became more intense in this time. Auriella always made time for her, was always kind and warm, and often accompanied her when she wished to go out and explore.And perhaps it was this care that she had, this willingness to let her sister be free where she could not, that led to the shattering of her once perfect life.A starry moonless night, tranquil and cold, save for the warmth of two sisters. The wind carrying their whispers. Trees tower over them as they sit at the edge of a still crystal blue lake that reflects the heavens above. Their conversation mundane — idle talk to pass the time. The younger woman, Alvaerelle, flaps her wings slowly and flies out to the centre of the lake, ripples follow her with each beat of her wings. Auriella stays on the shore, content to watch her baby sister enjoy herself.The rustling of leaves draws Auriella’s attention away for but a moment, but a moment is all the cold hands of fate and the icy touch of death need to pull someone down into the deepest pits of despair. When she turns back to the lake Alvaerelle is missing, the surface of the lake no longer disturbed by the beat of her wings but instead by bubbles drifting slowly to the surface. The cry of a sister in desperation, “Alvaerelle!” and the powerful beating of wings shatters the once tranquil night, the surface of the lake no longer still — the stars it once reflected distorted beyond measure.The water, cold and dark save for the light of the stars, a source of comfort and peace moments ago now provides only fear and desperation. Auriella dives where her sister once was, wings folded back behind her in an attempt to make diving easier. Her mind filled with nothing but desperation — with the fear that her whole world was ending. Alvaerelle, barely visible, continues to drift down her wings curled slightly around herself. She reaches for her sister. And Auriella reaches for her out stretched arm, but no matter how hard she kicks. No matter how much she struggles in desperation. She can not close the gap that slowly widens. Her wings, that which lets her claim the skies as her own, serve only to slow her down here. Now breathless herself, she is forced to surface, gasping for air. She dives once more, but her sister is nowhere to be seen — lost to the unknown.Hours passed and dawn began to slowly march across the sky, the world brightened and warmed, but for Auriella — still sat by the lake’s edge, arms around her legs, feathers of a wing not hers gripped in her hand, staring at the lake’s center — the darkness and cold of that night had yet to fade. And for the first time since she could understand the world she offered no prayer to Soltec. A single word echoes in her mind, “Why?”.It didn’t take long for her father to find her, worried as he was when she and Alvaerelle snuck out — he had let them go. Yet when they did not return by dawn as they normally did he set out. The sight he saw when he arrived, his eldest daughter huddled by the lake with no sign of her sister — the wings on her face closed for the first time since her mothers passing — his heart broke for himself and for her.“My Hinya, dearest ray of moonlight…” his voice trails off, the stillness of his child worrying and though it pains him to ask — he does, voice soft, “Your Seler…”Before he can continue without lifting her head Auriella points to the lake, the stillness of which mirrors his daughter. He closes his eyes and takes a slow deep breath, his fist clenching as his now only daughter confirms what he had come to suspect. His breath hitches and he opens his eyes. He approaches Auriella and scoops her up in his arms, she pushes herself further into him — seeking warmth. He runs his hand through her hair, his voice when it comes is soft and fatherly “Have faith my dearest Hinya, Faire may have claimed your Seler but Eiana will guide her to a peaceful rest. And may she guide the spark back into your eyes in time.”He lifts off the ground slowly, the rhythmic beating of his wing lulling his daughter to peaceful sleep.Time flows differently for those with shattered hearts. The weeks blend into months, the months into years, and the years into decades, until the passage of time becomes unnoticeable, a blur — a ripple in the ever flowing river of time. And while much of these two centuries has been reduced to one long breath in her mind, some events have been imprinted like no other. First it was the eldest brother, set in his ways and with the ambition to become a great warrior who would one day lead the armies of arcelia — he took flight to experience the world, never to be heard of again.When no word from her brother was received her mind echoed that same word it did when Alvaerelle was taken from her, “Why?”The next was the youngest brother, who ran away in the dead of night. Leaving only a note saying he wanted to explore the oceans on his own and find others that shared his passion. Again, Auriella asked, “Why?” but no answer was given.The last of her siblings, the middle brother, left to join his friends on a trip around the lands, to explore and uncover ruins, to advance the knowledge of the future with the knowledge of what came before. And one day, his letters stopped coming, and she asked once more, “Why?”For two centuries, each day instead of her prayer to Soltec or Eiana, she would offer them that single word that haunted her mind since that moonless night, “Why?”And each day no answer would come. Each day she would wonder why it was that no matter what happened people would always one day leave — never to return again. Each day wondering why despite having lives of comfort and safety — lives of bliss — would people choose to throw it all away. Wondering why given this life would those around her seek solace in the abyss. Wondering why, given life, everyone is doomed to suffer, to die, never knowing why. Helpless in their search for purpose and meaning.Dusk slowly settles across Arcelia, activity in the Venat estate is slow — the atmosphere somber. Auriella sits by her fathers bed, his hand clasped in hers. Silent tears roll down her cheeks. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet and broken, “Pater…”She feels her father try to move her hand and loosens her grip. Slowly he raises his hand to her face, and with the tender touch only a parent could muster, wipes her tears. His voice, raspy and strained, carries to his daughter’s ears, “My Hinya, dearest ray of moonlight… Do not cry for me. My Faire approaches but Eiana will always be there to guide you when life places you in a situation you can not make heads or tails of…” His voice trails off as he pauses, taking a strained breath he continues, “My Hinya, in my desk is a notebook, it remains blank, a gift I had meant to give you some two centuries ago, but the gods had other plans it would se—” he pauses for a moment his hand drops from her face as he coughs, “—em. When faire finally embraces me, take it. Fill it with your questions, your wisdom.”He coughs again, this fit worse than the last. He forces his voice quietly into the room, “My Hinya…” his hand comes up to Auriella’s face once more, “Be strong. Trust in Eiana. Trust in yourself. Ni mel tye, my dearest ray of moonlight… always.” As night begins to settle, and moonlight lights the room, his hand slowly falls from his daughter’s face as he breathes his last. Auriella makes no sound, yet her tears fall in a steady stream. The last of the life she once knew, taken peacefully by death, perhaps this time in mercy.Night deepens, Auriella still by her father’s side — only moving once she has no more tears left to cry. She stops in the doorway — gripping its frame — hesitating, hoping. But when she looks back at her father, she knows — even if she won’t admit it in full — that there is no going back… not now. She sighs, and continues out the door to her father’s study.In his desk, in the top drawer, she finds the notebook — her notebook. It’s… beautiful. A hard black cover, on it the three moons and constellations of the night sky. She returns to her chambers, notebook in hand. Though not sure of it, she has made her choice. She clips the notebook to her hip. Retrieves her mothers pendant that she has not worn since her sister's passing and finally puts it on once more. And finally, in her hair, she clips the feathers of a wing not belonging to her. As mourning begins to grip the estate she leaves, with no destination in mind.The snow capped mountains of Echor are an icy bone chilling cold. Auriella, sat by a fire, has been living on them since her fathers passing. Her resolve she had when leaving vanished quickly, and so she trekked to the tallest mountain. The first few pages of her note book, filled with questions, with ramblings — and for the first time in centuries, a soft fragile hope not fully realised. As the three moons climb higher in the sky Auriella closes her notebook and latches it with a soft click. Standing and stretching a soft groan slips past her lips. She stands at the edge of her little camp, where she has for hours each night, and simply looks out. The massive forests below, dotted with lakes, the few sparse clouds that dot the sky. Above them, the stars, those beautiful constellations of light and Eiana’s moons, beacons of guidance. A scene of indescribable beauty, one that evokes perhaps one of the deepest feelings, deepest driving force behind any living creature — curiosity… and perhaps, purpose.Unaware of what has come over her, Auriella flutters her wings and folds them back behind her. With three quick steps, she pushes off the ledge — jumping into the unknown, hand outstretched. For a moment she tumbles in the air, but she regains control and points toward the ground, arms by her side. Wind whips her hair and face, the clouds and trees below rush up to meet her.As she falls, she closes her eyes and asks once more, “Why?”This time, an answer, however incomplete, forms in her mind, “To witness, to guide, to love. Only through a life lived can I find my answer.”She opens her eyes, those brilliant eyes of blue and purple, of white and gold — normally hidden behind small white wings, now open — take in the world with a new perspective. The wings on her face close once more, obscuring her eyes from the world. Her wings flare to their full span, white feathers catching the moonlight’s ethereal glow. She looks forward to the horizon and begins to rise, she flaps her wings. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster. A laugh rings across the sky, one of one of anguish, one of joy, and one with hope found anew. Though her question remains unanswered, she has found a direction. And perhaps it will yield answers in time.Auriella flies beneath the beautiful night skies of Echor once more, still carrying with her the life she once had but now — now she is no longer bound by it. Guided by the moons and her newfound curiosity she flies toward the horizon with no destination in mind merely interested in seeing how far she can go. As the moon reaches its peak in the sky she slows, nearing Echor’s beaches. She descends with a graceful glide, landing at the waters edge. Her wings flutter slightly as they settle behind her. Her breathing quick, she opens the wings that obscure her eyes, exposing them to the world once more. She looks up to the moons hung in the sky, her resolve now solidified, she will live. She will learn. She will know her answer.As this occurs to her, she hears a noise behind her, startled the wings on her face snap closed and she turns around. A girl, a small gangly Avisyl with massive wings, a girl no older than her. Walking from the treeline. She looks lost and sickly. Auriella’s guard drops and her heart softens. The wings on her face open slowly, her gaze soft and tender. Filled with a love and care not seen since she lost Alvaerelle, a small sad smile graces her lips. She presents her hand, offering it with a silence backed by the soft lapping of waves. The girl hesitates for a moment… A moment that felt like an eternity, but in the end she takes Auriella’s outstretched hand. It was in that moment, without words spoken, an unbreakable bond of sisterhood was forged — and for the both of them, a life began anew.Life continued with relative peace for the two sisters. Phoebe took to Auriella and Arcelia well. Though the two could not live in the luxury Auriella once knew, they were at least comfortable. Time marched ever onward, when Phoebe took to the skies once more Auriella was nothing but worried. Worried that the horrid cycle she had once been subjected to would repeat. Yet her fears did not come to pass and Phoebe returned, unharmed and happy. Slowly over time her fears vanished, and now when Phoebe goes out in the world to do as she pleases, Auriella knows that she will return.At the turn of her 820th birthday Auriella took to the skies, bound for the Grand Library of Aerius. It was there she met someone she truly didn’t expect to, an old friend from childhood, Aesvii Linn. Friendship in school lost to time and the steady ebb and flow of life, now rekindled by a shared curiosity and want for knowledge. Though their exact processes and beliefs may differ, it holds no weight over their friendship. Debates between the two are frequent, as they often are among scholars, but never does any harm come from them. As Auriella’s 825th birthday approaches she bids Aesvii farewell, promising to return soon, and begins her travels back to Arcelia.
Auriella’s present life is one of calm and happiness. With her sister Phoebe coming and going as she pleases, and she herself making trips to the Grand Library of Aerius to visit Aesvii, life flows steadily onward — ever moving. At times she pauses and visits the spot she camped on those mountains all those years ago, still wondering what the true answer to her question may be. And as time goes on she feels a pull towards the Sanctum of Arcelia, an organisation of faith and knowledge. And though she one day hopes to join their ranks, for now it remains just a dream — a path present, but not yet tread.