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kyara

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Current: x x
Ari: x x

Name: Kyara Tahl [kee-are-ah]

Gender: Female

Race: Elven

Age: Seventeen

Job: None; she's merely a poor traveler.

Height: 5"3'

Hair Color: Golden blond

Eye Color: Her eyes change with her mood, and can range from a strange ultramarine to a murky blue. Their natural state, however, is that of a unearthly, pearled white, betraying her forever blind state.

General Description: If one were to stumble across Kyara on an empty street, they would most likely be inclined to stop and stare. If not because of her mysterious beauty, for her clothing. She dresses as if she were a noble, in fine silks and shrouds of fitted fabrics in which accentuate her petite frame. Kyara dresses by the feel of the fabrics, and will often spend hours running her hands over the garment to visualize how it would look. She adores clothes of any kind, and will more readily spend her hard-earned coins on outfits rather than food. This method of shopping, although impractical, earns her quite a bit of respect and admiration. Travelers will often approach her, showering her with praise and high titles such as "milady." She believes her carefree persona greatly dominates her wardrobe, and can often be seen with fun trinkets and homemade knickknacks on her wrists or neck, further expressing her happy demeanor.

Her face holds very refined, feminine characteristics that are generic to almost any elf. Her ears are long and flat, cloaked mostly by her hair. The gently curling locks that cover her head are a luminescent flax hue, and twirl down to her mid-back in shimmering ringlets. On a good day, however, her hair lays flat and straight, the ends caressing her small waist. Choppy bangs veil her expressive eyes, and cover most of her wide forehead. Her skin is fair and pale, an unbroken cream that is untainted by freckles or scars. Kyara's body is small, or vertically challenged, as she likes to put it, standing at a mere five foot three inches. Her body is lean, and possesses a sort of willowy grace despite her tiny frame. She is able to move with an otherworldly elegance, as all elves can. Although mysteriousness radiates from her very being, you can ask her all about her life and she will tell you of it with a smile on her face. Just don't ask her about her eleventh birthday. For your sake.

Personality: Quite the happy character, Kyara is almost always a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. A typical elf, she is, and forever will be, a joyous person. She holds an enormous, caring heart within that small body, and will reach out to help any in need. She is a full-blown extrovert with a bubbly persona and can be, at times, rather overwhelming. She holds no common sense when talking to strangers, and will often catch sight of one and attempt to strike up a conversation. She seems to have no knowledge of personal space, and will hug and cuddle with someone just hours after she has met them (if she deems the situation appropriate). One wouldn't have to be a doctor to immediately diagnose her with ADHD and OCD and every other ABC in the book. Any task in which she has to focus on is a torturous ordeal; she may want to go caress a certain flower on the ground nearby or try to grasp a fluttering insect in the air.

Although she's extremely child-like and rather immature in her actions, she also has a very well mannered and outspoken side; one who is always up for a good debate. She stands strong by her beliefs and is as stubborn as a mule; once she sets her sights upon something, you'd have to strap her down to make her stop from getting whatever it was that she wanted.

A daydreamer by heart, her imaginative mind is often set free in vivid scenarios in which are conjured up in her head; whether it is about an adventure to far off worlds or the voice of her current crush, she can almost always be found staring into the sky, a smile gracing her delicate features. Without sight, she is limited to her imagination, and often uses it as an outlet for any overcoming feelings she may have. Although at once many see an undeniably care-free person, those who spend more and more time with her begin to unearth the other side of her personality. Inside, she is just as troubled and depressed as the child who witnessed the murder of her father and mother.

History: Kyara was raised in a rather normal environment; her mother and father were both very beautiful and secretive characters, mysterious in all aspects of their daily lives. Her family's small house was located on the outskirts of Orias, and as a child, she was raised in very open, accepting customs. Travelers that happened upon their home were welcomed with wide arms, and would often stay days at a time. Their home was constantly occupied with injured or helpless people and animals, all of which seemed innocent in their ways. Life was happy then; and it seemed as if it would stretch on forever, into eternity.

It was on Kyara's eleventh birthday in which it happened. The articulate, boyishly handsome scholar in which they had been housing attended the celebration with the rest of the family, and in the flickering light of the fire in the hearth, the group held a joyous but small party. The three were crowded around Kyara as she sat at the wooden table in their small dwelling. The man, however, stood back a few paces, a small smile still prominent on his youthful face. He was singing and laughing with the rest of them, but in the young elf's stomach, she felt a dreadful, sinking feeling. Something was not right.

The man then seized his chance. The manipulative, insane creature transformed behind the backs of her parents, into a deathly pale, skeletal figure. His bones seemed to strain against the confines of his ashy skin, as if they were about to burst from the papery layer. The light reflected of his crazed smile as he wielded a dagger and plunged it into the backs of the elves without pause, who had not even noticed the change in scenery. His laughs merged with their bloodied gasps. Kyara sat, shocked into silence, as their bodies dropped to the floor. The last thing she heard was his grating voice, sadistically optimistic as it tore at her delicate Elven ears. Now, what shall I do with you, pretty little birthday girl? I hope you enjoyed your present. His maniacal chuckles echoed in her head as her vision blurred, then finally disappeared as she lost consciousness.

When she awoke, she was amid the wilderness of Tylwyth, her clothes ripped and torn, dried blood coating her pale white skin with a deep burgundy. Cuts laced her wrists and arms. Intense, painful throes sliced through her body; her muscles ached, and her body was mangled and bruised. She attempted to open her eyes, but still her vision was as black and endless as the bottom of the ocean. Her long fingers caressed her face, and came back with liquid covering the shaking fingers. Her eyes were open. Realization settled upon her like a horrific cloak. She was blind. She had no vision. Panic ensued; her sorrowful cries echoed off the surrounding trees, her child-like weeps and moans flying from her lips. She lay there for many hours, the silence as thick as the tears that still flowed from her useless eyes.

Nothing could prepare her for what happened next; the deep pants of some creature apparently attracted by her cries grew in volume as it approached her, twigs snapping beneath it's weight as it made its way to her side. NO. He was back. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating from his large frame. Despite her aching state, she crawled away from him, clawing at the leaves as she dragged herself farther away from the beast. Her sobs grew as she cried out. Constantly she would whisper, her voice cracked from long hours of producing remorseful tears. "Help, help me please! Oh, someone help, help, help..." No one came; in fact, the creature drew closer, and she cringed away in fear as his warm breath washed over her trembling body. He was smelling her.

A resounding whine broke the shivering silence, and immediately the young elf lifted her head. Perhaps... Perhaps it was not the ghastly figure from her celebration. A trembling hand lifted, the long fingers shaking uncontrollably as she hesitantly brushed against the body. Fur. A wet tongue slid across her anemic cheek, brushing away the blood that continued to flow from her eyes. A strange warmth filled her, and she felt safe for the first time in a very, very long time. Her sobs became quiet whimpers, and finally, she drifted to sleep. She could care less if he killed her. That's what she wanted, after all. The sweet solace of death. It never came; in fact, the girl soon learned that this mysterious beast meant no harm to her.

As she adjusted to her newly disabled state and healed her massive wounds, he stood by her side. She learned to identify him by his smooth, flowing gait. She realized that with her hands, she could memorize the contours of his face and body. She applied this knowledge with everything possible, and could get an almost entirely accurate picture of what she was feeling, whether it was the smooth petal of a flower or the rough bark of a tree. Her senses became abnormally heightened, and with these extra abilities, she began her life anew. She was able to conclude that he was a fox, although wasn't a kind of which she had previously, for lack of a better word, seen. He came to about her waist, and was rather small, with many heavily furred tails sprouting from a lean body. Despite his rather short stature, he had a fiery personality, and would ward off any attacker with vicious growls and bared teeth. No one touched the blind maiden, and the fox made sure of it.

The first time he spoke to her, she was playing in a small field, reveling in the warmth of the sunshine on her back and the quiet caress of the grass on her ankles. Kyara began to run, her feet dancing with an unmatched, elegant grace in which she was born with. Her tinkling laughs flew forth like the chiming of church bells through the clearing, and in that moment, she was innocently happy. Her stride was interrupted, however, with a loud echoing voice inside the confines of her skull. Stop! Someone is nearby. Sure enough, the sharp whip of an arrow shooting by her face ruffled her golden hair. Terrified, the girl ran with inhuman speed in the opposite direction. She blindly leaped into the forest, and ran until she was sure the danger was behind her.

She sat under a massive tree, letting the realization that she was alone settle into her mind. Without her guardian, she was helpless. Her eyes were wide and terrified, though they saw nothing. Tears began to well and spill onto her creamy cheeks, until the voice from before spoke quietly in her head. It was gentle and almost feminine, and soon after she detected the crackling of leaves in which announced her friend's arrival. He explained how the man thought the odd fox was stalking the child, and that the arrow was meant for him, and not Kyara. His voice, as light as a whisper, went on to explain how he happened upon the telepathic connection. Perhaps it was because they were together constantly, but somehow the pair could now communicate. He himself was perplexed by the new ability, although it made life much easier for the two. She decided to name the animal in which saved her life, and after mulling over many different callings, she settled upon Ari. It seemed to fit, and the mysterious being accepted it delightfully.

They are currently inseparable, often traveling into town to buy clothing with spare coins that were earned from various odd jobs. Ari, though he does not wish for Kyara ever to find out, is stealing from as many wealthy merchants as he can get his shifty white paws on. With an unmatched stealth, he was successful every time, and every dime goes straight to Kyara and whatever she wishes to spend it on. His motives were never really present when he joined her; many believe it was a strong need for friendship that drove him to accompany the girl on her travels. Either way, life continued as such, and as the elf matured both physically and emotionally, Ari found himself warding off more men than blood thirsty creatures. But, as the father figure he was, he embraced his duties with a glad heart.

Weapons/Powers: Kyara is well practiced in the art of healing and defensive magic, and though she is far from perfect, the girl is able to wield a near impenetrable shield when concentrating. She has trained herself to have currents of electricity pulsing through her body, and, when willed, will flare up and prohibit anyone from laying a finger on her without a sharp jolt of pain. She is able to heal minor wounds, binding the flesh or bone where it is broken without a moment's pause. Like many magic wielding beings, her power spawns from a single artifact or jewel in which she carries with her at all times. In her case, it is a tiny, but magnificently cut sapphire embedded in a silver chain that goes around her wrist. Other than her usual attire, she carries no weapons.

Other: Hope its okay that I randomly made up a three tailed fox. ^^ Wanted to spice things up a bit. He shouldn't really play a large part; mostly he'll follow her around, serving as both her eyes and her protector. I couldn't just put her out there without some means of seeing, now could I?

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