Character Histories
((Alright, so after reading a post that dealt with how Non-Gifted regard Gifted and vice versa, it lead me to wonder about my own character and why she is the way she is. Then I thought, well hey, I'll write up her history! Maybe others would enjoy reading about her, and perhaps want to write about their own characters to flesh them out a little more. So without further a due, here is the history on the Dragoness Avalina.))
Many, many seasons ago, when Istaria was still young an egg was abandon and left to die in the snow covered wastes. It's parents had disappeared without a sight, what had happened to them, or what had led them to abandon their pride and joy may never be known. What was known is that the embryo inside the egg was destined for great things; the dragon that grew within did not die from the cold, but actually flourished! Day by freezing day the egg was packed into the snow, the babe inside growing and waiting for the day it'd be strong enough to break from its prison and glimpse the outside world.
When that day came, the young hatchling did not open her eyes to the loving faces of parents, but to a wall of white. Digging herself from her snow tomb, the hatchling found her still soft scales matched the colors of the snow and ice, she was an ice dragon. Completely at home in the cold wilderness, she had no one to guide or teach her, it was a wonder she was able to survive. In the beginning she believed something was wrong with her, that since she was packed in the snow during her incubation stage she was different, and therefore didn't need to eat like the other animals.
Lonely and afraid she wondered the vast snow covered mountains, narrowly escaping Ice and Snow Ogres and wolves. In a time, her wonderings led her into Madghara, home of the half giants. It was there that she learned she had a calling in life, a duty to the living races of Istaria, she was what they called Gifted. Sending her to New Trimus to begin her training, she went by the name Shiella.
The hatchling worked hard, though an empty feeling of loneliness never left her. She found it hard to make new friends, awkward when dealing with others. It was in her first years she developed a complex of sorts, the old familiar feeling of being different coiled it's black trindles around her heart. It was then despair caught up to her, she saw other hatchlings so happy and already finding mates. She believed she was undesirable and went back to the icy peaks where she hatched and fell into a deep sleep that lasted many years.
It was dark times for Istaria during that time; the undead grew stronger and attacked the living races. The other Gifted were able to fend them off for a time, but soon they were over thrown. Fleeing, the people made a desperate attempt to leap into another realm, our little Shiella awoke around this time, just in time to make the leap into the new realm of Order.
Her time was short, the leap having taken much out of her, and soon she fell back into slumber. After a time, she awoke again, everyone she had known were gone and the world was a desolate place. Whole towns were left abandon save for the few shop owners who refused to leave. It was during this time she chose to take on a new name. A new life for a new world. She called herself Avalina.
The years went by in a blur, occasionally she'd fall into deep sleeps, but her loneliness never disappeared. It wasn't until recently, during one of her many sleeps that she felt something shift in the world, a new force. Dragging herself out of her slumber, she awoke to find Istaria bustling with new life. Intrigued, she ventured out and once again began her training. The undead were still present, and the fight continued. She had seen what had happened to her previous home, and she would not allow it to happen again. Devoting herself to her training, she met many other dragons along the way, and even a few she hesitantly called her friends.
Joy gripped her heart, beating back the black hate of loneliness. Soon it was time for her to begin her Rites of Passage; she'd finally grow into adulthood and have her wings. With the aid of her new friends, she ventured to Drakul. What she experienced and saw there filled her with a new found sorrow and despair. All those hatchlings and dragons, over thrown by the undead and forever cursed to wonder the land. It was that day she vowed to never fall asleep for a prolonged period of time, for she felt as if it were partly her falt this fait had fallen on these poor souls. Perhaps if she had trained harder, and fought longer, she might have been able to make a difference.
After her ascension Avalina trained hard. She took up a lair in Parisina, one she made sure hatchlings could reach. The reason, though she'd never say this out loud, she never wanted another hatchie to be along, and grow up with no one like she had. Her time alone had made her bitter, and while her new friends had helped change such feelings, they still lingered. Still alone, she had no mate.
And here we are at present day, the Ice Dragoness now toils away on her lair to make a safe haven for all abandon and homeless hatchlings, and also a home base for the guild she founded, Guardian Flight.
