JeVondair Family/Ayden Tórrarin

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Ayden is of average height, slim, with a high forehead, full lips, and a youthful face. She paints her face with ash most of the time for night hunting. She also has long brown hair that she keeps pinned back in complex braids. Ayden would become a proud and wise warrior who keeps her feelings very guarded, and as someone who is usually unable to show she cares. The vulnerability that results from caring, and particularly loving a person, is something she views as a weakness.This was significantly exacerbated by the death of her family; the anger, grief and subsequent dissipation of the grief hardened Ayden further and first brought her to the attention of Godric of Tor. She is characterized by that mix between vulnerability and tension and a wiseness beyond her years

Banned (but freed) (8 hours, 6 minutes ago) personal message Chief Justice Sundar Apasurain has thrown you out into the streets, and proclaimed you banned from his realm. If you should return and be caught again, your life is forfeit.

Tortured (8 hours, 6 minutes ago) personal message While you are sitting in your cell in Free State of First Oligarch, one night the cell doors open and Chief Justice Sundar Apasurain enters together with his torturer. Dragging you off, they make your nightmares come true. As you regain consciousness the next morning, you feel your body in the worst possible way. You remember little of the night and are grateful for that. Roleplaying notice: Torture is one of the worst things that can happen to a human being. Sundar Apasurain should be very high on your black list for this. But we will leave it to you whether or not to roleplay that. The abuse of your body has left you sore and with strained muscles. You lost 1 point of your infiltration skill and will have to regain it the slow way.

Dungeon Event (8 hours, 6 minutes ago) message to prisoners of First Oligarch You hear the guards entering a cell nearby, and dragging its inhabitant away. His screams are heard for the next hours from where you know the torture chamber to be.

Roleplay from Godric Tórrarin ka Habb (1 hour, 36 minutes ago) Word reaches Godric of his ward's misfortune and his blood boils. He cannot leave the south, but should he ever find Sundar Apasurain he will make him bleed.

Roleplay from Ayden Torrarin (6 days, 21 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in the region Isadril (9 recipients) "You Remy?"

A dark boot planted on the chair beside him as he sat. The boot was attached to an athletic calf and a knee armored in spiked steel blackened by fire, all belonging to a young woman clad in fitted brown leather armor so dark it seemed black in places...presumably where bloodstains had resisted all efforts at cleansing. Bone-hilts of various implements stuck out seemingly from everywhere. Her face was ashed, making it appear as though black wings swept from the bridge of her nose over her eyes. Long, auburn hair was braided to the crown of her head to fall down past her shoulders, framing a face whose expression carried the message that she'd lost all patience for nonsense long ago. A steel paldron, also singed black and spiked, protected her left shoulder attached to a leather baldric from which hung a wicked-looking curved blade along with a black half-cloak that she flared out behind her as she made a show of inspecting the laces of her boots.

Beneath it all, she might have been conventionally pretty, beautiful, even. But for her eyes. They were the eyes of a soldier, they held stories of suffering, the promise of cold pain, oaths of vengeance. Eyes like those could consume the whole world and still hunger.

And right now, those eyes were locked on Remy...

Nobody commented on the display, this was the Common room of the Black Swan on the other side of the building from where the nobles had their to-do's, weapons and swagger were the norm and those lacking in either tended to end up dead in an alley by dawn.

"Try to kiss me, and I'll slice your throat in your sleep. Call me anything other than my name and I'll drug you first so you're awake when I kill you. Speak too much or too loudly while we're on the move, and the Vix will be the least of your trouble-"

She finished with her boot laces and straightened, hooking her thumbs in a belt already festooned with weapons, "-I'll feed you to the monsters and undead myself. Now that we're acquainted, scoot over. it's crowded, I'm hungry, and we should recoup while we can. It's a long road north. and this is the last hot bath I'll get for a while.