Name: Aria-Haizen 'Hazy' or 'A.H.' or even Ah!
Species: Storm Kyte
Gender: Female
Age: The equivalent of a 22 year old. Actual age is around 67 years. This species can live up to 400+ years.
Description:
Personality: Aria-Haizen is a being full of spirit and fight. You wouldn't know this creature had witnessed murder unless you asked about the scars on her body. She has a strong sense of resolve and family value, never outing someone in need of help. Though the past has left her far more hesitant to meet anything humanoid, she often warms up to other creatures fairly quickly. As Storm Kytes usually are, Aria has a capacity for extreme gentleness, though can be incredibly destructive when provoked in the right way. Luckily an even temperament keeps any erratic behavior in check. She is patient and willing to learn, especially when she has a personal need to fulfill. Some may contest that the wyvern is not patient though, as she often looks for work-arounds or alternative methods to achieving particular magic more quickly. Aria will claim that this is simply experimentation for learning's sake, or for the sake of efficiency. There is nothing learned if you do not make some mistakes.
Aria-Haizen has a protective side to her that still remains from the before the Hunts, and in her head she will often make herself the protector of some group. She learned to speak the common language to better help others and more often than not, uses it to sass or come to wit contests with friends. Aria does not speak too often though, as she much prefers having others learn her language that is nothing but humming and thrumming combined with body language. As long as she doesn't need to speak in excess, she is fine. The wyvern usually has a good sense of humor, though sensitive subjects taken too far or with ignorance can make her a bit upset, usually reminding her of how her kind are treated as resources. Aria, being a decent user of magic, is always fascinated by learning more about it and learning how to use more of it, being the first Storm Kyte to ever become somewhat adept in using the practice.
History: Storm Kytes live a life of near eternal flight and Aria's life was no different. Being born of an intelligent, but often non verbal species, moments after the wyvern was born was when flight lessons began. This was an essential part of her life as the flocks, often called 'clouds', were always moving from one place to the next. All over Ariel these beasts would roam, though there were multiple clouds of these beings at a time. There were four great clouds representing each of the winds, with four lesser groups representing the mixed winds, as their instinct and affinity with the sky often let them know of storm warnings and would fly to great lengths to warn settlements of risks with their presence, hence their earned name. Aria was quick to learn everything about the sky and lived the nomadic, beastly lifestyle.
Cloud social structure worked where the entire group was a family. There was no real designated mother or father, as everyone took care of everyone, making sure that no beast would leave a bad influence on the offspring. Aria-Haizea was from the East Cloud, and migrated a pattern counter clockwise to the compass: resting in the Dragonrise Mountains, Whistlewatch Islands, Grim's Reach, Fay Oasis and several other locations on the southern end of the map. A few other wyverns from other clouds would temporarily visit the other, passing stories or information from one group to the next. This kept peaceful relations and up to date information about where nesting locations were, or had been moved. The only places that ever remained were the First, and Second Nests, on Raya and Dyrin respectively. There are a Third and Fourth, but those locations are left to the most elderly and trusted of Storm Kytes.
The species went about their lifestyles and ways, learning about smaller communities as opposed to larger ones, meaning that what the King was doing before the Crusades were to begin were well unknown to them. They weren't beyond listening to a few murmurs of what other places had thought of the other. Aria lived a simplistic life without too much worry, beyond fighting off the occasional monster and trying to learn how to properly expel her acid without heartburn.
Then came a day when worry befell the wyverns. Upon what would have been the annual Cloud Convergance -a meeting of all of the flocks in one space usually under Skybound City and their caves- was a day to begin the tragic disaster: some of their family had gone missing without a trace. To a Storm Kyte, that was unusual, and very worrying, as even those who would die without a cloud knowing would find them eventually. Those that may have fallen in battle left some signs, but this was unsettling. It was decided that there would be ongoing investigations to find their lost kin. Over three years worth of searching, they could not find a solid lead. They then started to look into the much larger cities when storms grew near them, and a small flock went to warn a farming village just outside the castle with their presence, though they felt the storm was something unnatural.
The King's guard struck the night they rested.
Aria knew it took a lot to kill one of her kind, but by falsely generating a storm and using other powerful magics to keep the rest of her cloud on the ground, and unable to turn into a more sturdy body left them at a disadvantage. The few that weren't contained or immediately killed fought back, and some to no avail. The Crusade had the upper hand and Aria and a few others barely fled with their lives, at the protest of some that they had known their entire lives. To humans, Storm Kytes were just somewhat smart, flying lizards. Despite the fact Storm Kytes chose to not speak words, they were not beyond language and understanding it. This small group of hunters took in their kill, but for reasons unknown to the rest of them. The species was not inherently magical, though believed in it and were capable of learning it. None had bothered as none needed it, they had their natural skills to guide them.
Aria fled to a safe space she knew the few of them could rest, and warn the others. However they were met a few nights later by the same party, who had managed to track their location. Someone had memorized some of their flight patterns and routes, and they were being targeted by these hunters. Out of the four that had escaped, one fell that evening as the three of them left to fly as far as they could to warn the rest of their kind. A few weeks after what would be called 'First Hunts', word began to spread within the other clouds, who became wary of the entire Dyrin continent, taking up patrols and sentries whenever they needed to rest, taking alternate flight paths and tours around the world to avoid such bloodshed. There would be word of a few more missing from other groups, and they had resolved it was because of this sudden targeting. Aria was curious and enraged to investigate why they were being hunted, as all talk and evidence when resting on other continents seemed to say there was no reason.
Aria was a key speaker when visiting the Second Nest, though this meeting and visit did not last for long. A small army somehow found the Nest's location, and began to destroy everything inside of it, including an attempted genocide of these Storm Kytes. Many fought and left the younger ones to warn those who could not come, save a few of the adults who needed to take care of younglings. Aria fought alongside her own kind against the humans, wondering how they had managed to sneak into the Second Nest without alerting them.
Aria-Haizen then saw the answer to all of her questions.
Before the face of a soldier was melted by her own acid, she recognized the plating on the man's armor. It was the plating of the friend she had lost a month before. Enraged by this revelation, the Storm Kyte ripped and teared through anyone who dared to stand in her way, showing just as much brute force as she realized more and more of these foes bore the skin of her family members on their backs where simple metal once was. This went on for hours, until one other comrade dragged her away from the fight in retreat. They were losing sorely, and now it was a matter of those who had deemed themselves expendable to do as much damage as possible before being snuffed out. For those who were able to leave, they could only watch as the Second Nest as destroyed by the humans that remained.
All of the Storm Kytes fled Dyrin that night.
Weakened and frightened, the rest of the wyverns hid while trying to assemble all of the clouds for their own safety. Scouting parties braved flying Drin's skies to find the smaller groups to bring to the First Nest on Raya, knowing their numbers had dropped significantly. Aria was motivated by revenge to curb the human population that sympathized with King Vrell, however that would be sated in the near future.
A smaller hunting party of the same nature managed to track down Aria specifically, knowing she was the survivor of the 'First Hunt' and the one that always got away. They reached into Raya and the few of them almost caught Aria off guard. Having survived too many surprise encounters before, she was hard to startle. Alone, and full of rage, she fought against the small party with everything she could, but in the game of sheer force, they still had the upper hand on her, and still wore the skin of her fallen family. With the name of the 'Crusade' with them, they were gaining a slow victory on her when something intervened and let victory become Aria's. She did not know that it was a friend until after she stopped trying to fight it too. It being a her, and that her being part of the Wind Guild.
Aria had no idea what this Guild was, but she was thankful it existed. Being brought in and mended with magic and given a safe place to stay was a welcome change to stealth and flight. She stayed there until she fully recovered, learning of the magical folk there and listening and learning a few things from someone called Lightthroat. Feeling indebted to the Guild, Aria-Haizen wanted to learn how to use magic. That was a task and a half and the two of them formed an interesting kind of friendship over it. While Aria stayed at the Guild, after having let the rest of her kind she had not fallen to the Hunts, was when the Guild Leader had changed, putting Lightthroat in charge of everything. Thinking a bit rashly, Aria thought to be said new leader's bodyguard, at least in her mind. She was going to have to stay to put finesse in her learning magic and being able to be one with the storm.
No more would her kind be a resource for the ones that followed the False Crown. They would find that they could not murder the storm that would now no longer come as a warning to them.
Guild: Wind, specializing in Wind Gusts and general storm and thunder abilities. Actual thunder and not electricity.
Likes: Open skies, a good friendly brawl, demoralizing troops of the 'False Rule', impromptu painting
Dislikes: Wasteful hunters, racial targeting, indoors, speaking excessively
Other: Anything else you'd like to add that wasn't covered in previous areas.
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