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| Liane Eastoft | Sun Jun 11, 2017 11:24 pm Post #1 |
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Liane Eastoft Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Age: 22 Species: Human Class: Forest Witch Occupation: Alchemist/Mage Nationality: Originally, Balefire Dominion; Currently Kingdom of Norwood Primary Element: Nature Secondary Element: Earth Appearance: Liane is a slender woman in her very early twenties, with very light green eyes. She keeps her hair slightly longer than shoulder-length and has braided in a number of decorative beads. She is fit, with some curves to go with the slim frame. Her normal clothing is usually practical rather than fashionable, given that she is often found scouring the forest and other wilderness areas for plants and fungi to use in her concoctions. Though the top may vary, she usually wears a dress or pants of leather to help prevent being scratched by briars and the like. Personality: Liane can be rather shy with strangers, given the rather unusual circumstances that happened in her youth. She is more willing to give her trust over to animals than most humans or humanoid races. However, once she gives her trust, she will turn over heaven and earth to do what she can for friends. Her greatest friend is the black jaguar Dusk, who she considers as much her family as her birth family. One of the fastest ways to earn Liane’s anger is to harm Dusk; in return, one of the easiest ways to risk having one’s throat torn out by Dusk is to harm Liane. Though there is no evidence that the two have more than a very strong bond, it has been suggested that there may be a more elemental link between the two. Given that Dusk does seem to be more intelligent than an average member of her species, there may be some truth to the idea. History: Liane Eastoft was born in Farhelm, a small city that acted as a fortified outpost in Balefire, not far from the southwestern border with Norwood. Her parents, Keon and Aubine, were members of the local gentry. Keon worked for the city’s rulers, advising on matters of trade, both locally and internationally, and, thus, having considerable influence in the city. Aubine was a loving mother to Liane, Brenna (Liane’s fraternal twin), and their older brother, Gravin. Though twins, Liane and Brenna were quite different in personality. Brenna was as much a girl who enjoyed being around others and being the center of attention as Liane was one who enjoyed the outdoors and seemed to have an intuitive knack with animals. Gravin, though, was a soldier and a very good one. By the time that the girls turned seven, Gravin, seven years their senior, had already been training to fight and was leading other boys in his age group in patrols of the city, along with military mentors. Though his duties often kept him away, he was fiercely loyal to his family, and especially protective of his sisters. They in turn adored him, even if that didn’t necessarily stop them from the usual sibling teasing. By the time that the girls were ten, Keon had advanced and was now a senior member of the city council and there were suggestions that he could run for mayor, if he played his cards right. Keon was a well-liked and respected individual; just the type that often made those who sought power for power’s sake very uncomfortable. A coalition of Keon’s opponents decided that they needed to nip his mayoral ambitions in the bud. And they chose to strike at the most vulnerable member. One evening, Keon, Aubine and Brenna attended a ball. Gravin was on a training mission outside the city with the soldier mentors. Meanwhile, Liane was home resting, having been dealing with a cold for the previous couple of days. A group broke into the house, slaughtered any servants they found and kidnapped Liane from her bed. By the time, her parents and sister had returned home, it had been several hours. Keon sent any military forces that could be spared out searching for his daughter. Liane was not just well out of the city by that time, unfortunately; she had been taken across into Norwood to an encampment specifically set up to keep the young woman out of sight. A messenger was dispatched to give Keon an ultimatum: drop of out contention for mayor or Liane would be delivered back to him piece by piece. Though she was naturally terrified, Liane was wise for her age. First, she gave them no trouble. Next, she kept her wits about her, looking for possible avenues of escape. The kidnappers, assuming that they had a sniveling brat on their hands, underestimated the girl. It took several days, but she had been able to work her bonds loose. By then, the kidnappers had all but lowered their guard against her. That suited her just fine. That night, with most of the camp asleep and only a few half-awake guards on duty, she silently crept away. But one guard who had gone to relieve himself saw her slip out. He raised the alarm, and the camp sluggishly came to life to pursue her. The darkness, her diminutive size and the fact that many of the kidnappers were still drowsy worked in her favor, though it was a frantic chase. She ran blindly into the night, not knowing what direction she was heading, other than whatever one took her from her pursuers. Liane ran throughout the night, coming very close to being recaptured on several occasions, but she managed to stay out just out of reach. However, her strength, driven by dread, was spent by the time the sun rose. With the last dregs of vigor, she stumbled into a clearing in the forest. There was a small spring of clear water there, but no place to hide for all its natural beauty. Suddenly, they had found her, just as she tried to cross the clearing. Liane accepted that she was likely to die now, as was probably their idea from the start. She closed her eyes as several of the men closed on her weapons drawn and hatred etched on their rough features. When vines of ivy suddenly entwined one man’s ankles and he was yanked back into the tree lines, everyone was surprised. Then several more were dragged back in, with each and every one followed by screams of terror. With Liane all but forgotten now, the men tried to fight their way back out. When a large black jaguar pounced on them, ripping out their throats, they realized that escaping was impossible. It moved like a black ghost, killing one man after another. While this was happening, more vines erupted from the forest, strangling whomever the great cat did not kill. In less than five minutes, not a single man that had pursued Liane was left alive. She screamed when the jaguar turned toward her, fearing that she was to be its next victim. Instead, she was baffled to see it calmly sit down and clean its paws. When a slender, green figure stepped out from the trees, she went from baffled to downright confused. The woman seemed human in appearance, though her hair was dark green and her skin looked like smooth bark. The being introduced herself as Orla, and she was a dryad. Liane and her pursuers had entered the forest and sacred grove that was under her protection. Though she did not know whom any of them were, Orla knew enough that they meant Liane no good. Thus, she had asked her jaguar friend Umbra to kill them and protect the girl. When Liane asked what was to be done with her, Orla admitted that there was a problem. As a dryad, she could not leave the area of the forest that she protected and to which she was bound. She also knew that the other men would come looking for Liane. But the girl had no idea where she was in relation to Balefire, much less Farhelm. To leave now would just as likely get her killed, either by stumbling blindly in the forest or by the remaining men. Orla’s solution was a rather simple one. She would take care of Liane for as long as necessary, and teach her the ways of nature. Given her other options, Liane agreed. In the years that followed, Orla trained her in alchemy and the secrets of the forest. The dryad became as much a mother to Liane as Aubine had been, and Umbra her protector. As much as she came to love the pair, Liane never forgot about her real family, and she often wondered if they still thought of her. At the age of twenty, Liane was very competent in alchemy, and was developing a talent for magic as well. Orla was a somewhat skilled mage and taught Liane as best she could. Umbra, meanwhile, had become a mother to a litter of cubs, and one, who Liane named Dusk, seemed to take a liking to the young woman almost from the moment Umbra let her hold the cub. As Orla had become a surrogate mother to Liane, so Dusk became a combination of Brenna and Gravin. Word eventually reached Orla of Balefire’s seizure of Norwood territory and the deforestation that was occurring. As much as Liane wanted to see her family some day, she could not agree with the acts of Balefire against the country that she had called home for over a decade. She renounced any claims to citizenship to Balefire, but was unsure what she could do to help. Orla suggested that it was time for Liane to strike out on her own. She would always be welcome back, but Orla felt that Liane needed to live her own life, even if that meant letting go of the closest thing the dryad would ever have to a daughter. And Dusk refused to be left behind (Liane got the impression that Umbra had given her own sort of blessing first). After a tearful farewell, the pair started their journey, with Liane not sure where they should go, but trusting that fate will lead them to where they need to be next. |
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2:22 PM Jul 11

