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Name: Nephenee Demandred
Color Code: #00a86b
Age: 16
Gender/Sexuality: Female/Demi
Appearance 5'9, lithe, sturdy build, 175 lb, green eyes and hair; as far as armor goes, use the second picture.

Appearance:

Tribe Title: Adult, Hunter, Scout.
Tribe Skills: Hunting, scouting
Personal Skills: Survival, spear/short spear and stick fighting, hand to hand combat, shield training, herbology, first aid, carpentry, climbing, archery, acrobatics, gardening/farming

Realm Rates: Corporea: 3; Leveates: 4; Archeron: 4; Mezzetez: 3
Soularm: None yet.
Caomhnóir [Kweev-note] – Family heirloom passed down the Demandred family line. A shield that is said to hold two wedded warriors that had a sending so that they could protect their descendents throughout the ages. (Will be presented to her one day)
Magician Type & Class: Soul Synthesis (Dragon Soul) –
Magic/Fighting Style: Dragon Soul/Spear/Spear and shield –
Dragon Soul - Taking on the attributes of a dragon, the wielder is imbued with the physical and magical characteristics of the dragon. Low level grants enhanced physical abilities, senses, and breath of the dragon while taking on some of the traits of the dragon (eyes, for example). Higher level takes on more traits, including growing wings, talons, and a tail.

Living Relatives: Stormy Demandred (grandfather)
Mentor(s): Stormy Demandred (Augmentor)
Back Story: Her grandfather was the infamous general Stormy Demandred, who was known for his power and ferocity in battle, having led his men to many victories against impossible odds. Everyone thought he'd die on the battlefield, and perhaps he would've, except that his only daughter was murdered with her husband by a group of marauding bandits, leaving behind a child. When told of the news, he immediately charged to the village. Leaving his grandaughter in the care of one of the survivors, he single-handedly charged into the bandits' stronghold of 50 strong and unleashed a swath of murderous fury and vengeance-filled wrath that would be sung forevermore in that area.

Afterward, to everyone's surprise, he honorably discharged from the service, took his granddaughter, and disappeared in the mountains. He has raised her to this day, teaching her how to survive and live off the land and how to fight. While well-read on the few books that her grandfather owns—and those that she’s managed to look at owned by her grandfather’s associates—she has had little experience in the way of people, despite a village being in the base of the mountains, instead taking her grandfather's hermetic tendencies and keeping to herself.

A feisty and adventurous spirit, she has roamed the entirety of the mountains, hunting and fighting every creature that roams there. However, in her travails, she came upon a secluded spot in the mountains not easily accessed. She felt close to this spot, feeling a reverence, something sacred. This became her favorite spot for refuge and retreat whenever she felt bothered.

For her trial, she left two weeks prior and went on a hunt. When she returned, she brought with her a felled gauss as her offering as proof of her strength and will as a hunter. Her grandfather was stony faced and said nothing, but she saw a twinkling of pride in his eyes that he claimed was just the light playing tricks on her.

A few months into her 16th year, while at her favorite spot, she began to hear a voice. “You are perceiving the resonance, child. Your fate has been wrought. Prepare for what’s to come…”

Alarmed, she stood ready to fight, but could only feel frustration-- and admittedly fear--as she could see nothing. But as the voice intoned, soon she could hear and see things that she couldn’t explain, and it only got worse as time wore on. Fearing madness, she kept it to herself until one night it was so bad she fled the house. She ran and ran—happening upon a group of brigands that had intended to lay waste to her grandfather. With visions and sounds assailing her, she was overwhelmed and would’ve been dead had not her grandfather given chase. His wrath was not kind.

Afterward, he took his injured and babbling granddaughter home to nurse her back to health and send for the shaman, for he knew what assailed his loved one and cursed the fates for choosing her.