Player's Name: None. Adoptable

Player's Email Address: None. Adoptable

Character's Name: Arkiyé

Soulname: Kiy

Soulsymble: Full Air

Gender: Female

Age: 4109

Parents and siblings (if applicable):

Mother: Siara (deceased)

Father: Amanu (deceased)

Son: Raèneil

Lovemate(s): Cyaris (deceased)

Lifemate(s): Cyaris (deceased)

Position in the Tribe: Air elemental shaper, hunter, warrior

Height/Build/Shape of Face: Tall, etheral, slender, and graceful. Her face is lovely, smooth and oval shaped, very kind.

Eyes (shape, colour): Beautiful grey eyes, very mystical, with long lashes. They’re huge, shaped like almonds.

Hair (style, length, colour): Very long, thin, whispy strands of molten silver, worn in intricate braids, and coiled on the top of her head, held up with two finely carved wooden sticks.

Clothing (keeping in mind that it's always warm): A long, loose robe, belted at the waiste with a black leather belt, clasped with a silver broach, shaped like a tangled piece of string. Silver sandles, laced at her ankles. Sometimes, instead of a robe, loose white breeches and a thin tank top, usually light purples or blues, embroidered in silver.

Weapons: Daggers, and her powers, mostly. Sometimes an arrow whip.

Jewelry: A long silver chain, on which is hung a moonstone shaped like a teardrop.

Items of Importance: The necklace, a gift of her dead lifemate.

Tattoos/Scars: Stetching from her left shoulder to her right hip. It travels accross her stomach, a grim reminder of the last real battle she fought.

Personality: A soft, quiet spirit, with a gentle nature. She enjoys communicating with the spirits, and playing with the cubs. It was not always so, though. Once, she was a fierce warrior, and a tough hunter. She exulted in the chase, and the kill. Until one sad day, when her lifemate was killed. She saw him die, burned by the flames of the pheonix whose nest he’d disturbed. She held him as his spirit fled his shattered body. After this, she went into a killing rage, searching for some way to avenge him. Now, she’s changed, quiet, subdued, content in that her lifemate, although dead, has finally fond peace. She still hunts, but it no longer holds any joy for her. She hopes to see the city again, but does not wish to live during a war.

Likes: Pondering the mysteries of the universe, playing with the younger unicorns, making up stories to tell at howls.

Dislikes: The needless waste of life, mysteries that she can’t unravell.

Skills: Communicating with blessings, and some slightly stronger entities.

Weaknesses: She isn’t a strong swimmer, and gets a little nervous when she has to communicate with the spirits of that element.

Fears: Pheonixes, like the one that killed her lifemate, fire in general. She is also slightly nervous around those with control over the element of fire, as she sees that element as completely uncontrollable.

History(this is probably the most important part): She was a cheerful, energenic cub, loved by, except that she was a little bit anyone, since she had a tendancy to listen and watch where she shouldn’t have. She recognized her lifemate, Cyaris, when she was only a little more than a century old, but, as she loved cubs, it was more a blessing than anything. They hadn’t known each other well before, but as her parents had recently died, leaving her alone, she welcomed a new life. Her parents were both air shapers, like their daughter, and their deathes were a horrible lesson for her. They wandered too deeply into the realm of the air, leaving their corperal forms behind. Tragically, they never returned. All that remained were too lifeless shells, who couldn’t live without their souls. They were original city dwellers, however, and fairly old, having lived good, long lives. For this reason, though their passing was mourned, the tribe was able to go on. Trajedy was soon to strike Arkiyé again, however. She had become lifemated to Cyaris, and truly loved him. They were hunting together one day, several years after their son’s birth, when Cyaris accidentally stumbled upon the nest of a pheonix. He was badly burned, and beyond the help of a healer. She held him as he died. She isn’t really over him yet, and can’t often bring herself to hunt. It doesn’t hold any joy for her, and she doesn’t like the risk; she doesn’t want anyone else to die. This is the reason she doesn’t want to be involved in the war.

Dreams (hopes for the future): To find peace, and perhaps love again.

Bond-Beast Information

Name: Aloron

Age: 897

Gender: Male

Appearance (coat, mane/tail, & eye colour, build & height): Silvery, a fairly dark grey-ish colour, with a pure white mane, tail and pearly white horne, shot through with silver. It spirals towards the heavens, beautiful and long. His eyes are pale blue, glittering with love. He’s small, with delicate legs, a long neck and an elegant head. His hooves are silvery, and chime like bells when he steps on hard surfaces, like stone.

Personality: Very young, and eager. He loves excitement, and new experiences, and loves his mistress even more. He’s beloved by all, thanks to his cheerful, naive disposition. He’ll honestly believe anything -and I mean ANYTHING!- that he’s told, no matter how rediculous. He’s very earnest, and eager to please. A real sweetheart.