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The Golden Tether

Veylenari

Furcadia

Cyntawni

things happen

Page is a WIP! Bear with me.

Disclaimer:
There are many bits and pieces surrounding this character that have been mused from various sources.
The character itself, however, is mine.

WIP!!!

[Art © Naikios. Character © her player]

~~Cyn's desc.~~
Personality stuff.
Info
clothing
Hobbies/interests/skills/talents

Rumors and 'facts' others may have heard. By all means, you're welcome to use these as though your character has heard about them.

-She bit off a slaver's fingers and ate them.
-She's mute.
-She's a virgin.
-She communicates with ghosts who will do her bidding.
-She dabbles in black arts, bewitches people and eats them.
-She's a demon but the suppression collar prevents her from taking her evil form.
-She has bewitched the male who purchased her and now holds him under her thrall.
-She be-spelled her master into getting her pregnant and now uses black magic to delay the pregnancy while using threats to his unborn young to ensure he doesn't sell her/rent her to anyone else. Because of the unborn young, he is very protective/possessive of her.
-While being bathed in the underhall by five guards (for safety purposes), she still managed to kick one of those guards. Now that guard holds a grudge against her for humiliating him and is biding his time, waiting for a good opportunity to take revenge on the slave.
-Her Master had her broken to the point she is feral.
-She was severely tortured and her Master vowed to hunt down and kill the one who tortured her.
-She begged to be treated as a pet so her Master placed an enchantment on her to make her act like a dog.

Cyntawni

"She-wolves have a different sort of courage than males.
Their courage is in their hearts. A male's courage is in his balls.
You can castrate a male to make him worthless,
but you have to kill a female to stop her.
If she says she will fight until there is nothing left of her, she will."
-The Alpha's Oracle (IronMoon Book 1) by Merry Ravenell

☪ Given Name: Cyntawni
☪ Nicknames: Tawni, Cyn, Priestess, Wolfie
☪ Gender: Female

☪ Species: Veylenari
☪ Subspecies: Lycanthrope

(Born Bloodling)

When her birth was foreseen, the alpha traveled to her birth mother’s home in order to see her through the birthing. The alpha kept a tight rein on Cyn’s wolf as she was born in order to cause the mother minimal damage. Cyn was raised by the tribe, has yet to come into her full wolf strength.

More on Bloodlings can be found on the "When Theres" page.

☪ Fur Color: Black
☪ Hair Color: Lavender with silver highlights and tips
☪ Eye Color: Amethyst
☪ Height: 6'1"
☪ Weight: 166 lb. Mostly muscle
☪ Body Type: Warrior

☪ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

☪ Master/Owner: Unowned

Information here may be irrelevant in current timeline.

☪ Former (Inactive) Master/Owner: Purrcival

Purrcival and Cyntawni
Art (c) the amazing Zorkia!

☪ Biological Sister: Vasanti
☪ Tribal Sister: (Believed to be deceased.)
☪ Other's from Veylenar tribes: Reilithe

☪ Tribal Origins: Muu’Nati
☪ Tribal Status: Priestess of the Moon
☪ Deity: Meyotah
☪ Homeland: Veylenar

☪ Natural Markings: All markings are Periwinkle in color and have a natural glow even in brightly lit rooms. (Markings/Scars Ref)

Very light spots that run between her eyes and down the bridge of her nose
These spots also trail over her hips and dust across the tops of her toes.
Peculiar marking on her that runs along the V of her stomach.
‘Lines’ of spots that trail in two lines down her torso from throat to belly button as well as down her back on either side of her spine.
Arm bands at wrists and biceps
Splash of color on ear tips
Unusual ‘line and dot’ pattern that runs down both legs.

☪ Scars:

Three 'claw marks' on each of her cheeks just below her eyes
Two crescent moons, one at each shoulder blade
A series of slightly curved lines along her outer thighs

Description:

Warrior. The she-wolf's body was lean and defined, hardened from years of work and training. The velvety, raven fur softened the effect but it was the sultry, amethyst eyes that threatened to capture the soul. Longish, periwinkle-tipped ears peeked from a mass of calf-long hair; usually swept back in a thick, loose braid, gorgeous strands of lavender silk were lightly highlighted and heavily tipped in silver. Exotic, periwinkle markings covered her body and were a delight to the eyes, a glow from within drawing attention even in a brightly lit room. The woman also bore scars along her form; scars that were very clearly self-created in a beautiful rendition of scarification, a tradition embraced in her tribe. What could only be considered three 'claw marks' were scarred along her cheeks on each side of her face. Her back displayed two crescent moons at her shoulder blades while her legs showed a series of softly curved lines along her outer thighs. An airy white gown clung to her curves, providing modest coverage while being sheer enough that the glow of her markings shone through. Around her neck, a collar rested alongside a peculiar tag on a black thong necklace marked her as a slave to a certain lion. [Owned: Purrcival]

Previous Descriptions

-First
Warrior. The she-wolf's body was lean and defined, hardened from years of work and training. The velvety, raven fur softened the effect but it was the sultry, amethyst eyes that threatened to capture the soul. Longish, periwinkle-tipped ears peeked from a mass of long hair; usually swept back in a large, loose braid, gorgeous strands of lavender silk were lightly highlighted and heavily tipped in silver. Exotic, periwinkle markings covered her body and were a delight to the eyes, a glow from within drawing attention even in a brightly lit room. The woman also bore scars along her form; scars that were very clearly self-created in a beautiful rendition of scarification, a tradition embraced in her tribe. What could only be considered three 'claw marks' were scarred along her cheeks on each side of her face. Her back displayed two crescent moons at her shoulder blades while her legs showed a series of softly curved lines along her outer thighs. A ragged 'dress' was the only thing offered to provide modesty while a suppression collar was locked about her neck marking her as a slave. Simple it was… but simple she was not.

[Art © Zorkia. Character © her player]

Addition Info.

☪ Skilled in:

Herbs
Toxicology
Various weapons

Skills of the mind

Abilities:
Psychic illusions: She’s capable of making others ‘see’ and ‘feel’ things that aren’t really there. (This includes feeling pleasure and pain, seeing wounds and bodies. It also includes her creating an illusion over herself so that the person(s) affected SEE her as someone else. In this way, she could potentially ‘pretend’ to be someone else, her magic hiding her from various senses.)

Psychic terror: She can meddle in the mind and cause one to hallucinate their fears/nightmares.

Psychic healing: She can, potentially, guide the mind to heal the body, or even heal the mind. This is not guaranteed and can prove dangerous for both.

☪ Talents: Dancing, Singing,

☪ Interests: Poisons, Psychic Arts,

☪

Journal

One year previous:

Three years… for three years they have come. For three years we have held them back despite overwhelming odds. This is our home. We know these lands better than they could ever dream. We know these people. We are these people. And they are us.
But even we can’t hold out forever. They have finally brought the full force of their nation against us… it’s only a matter of time.

The Tinzar have wanted these lands since the oldest among us was a child. I’ve heard tales of the first arrivals and I see it in my dreams… my visions. A land, rich in resources that could provide for a tribe for years to come, resources that are granted us by the Great Goddess. Even they, so detached from Meyotah, can feel the power that flows through everything within our land. They can feel the strength and serenity of the very earth beneath their feet. They can see the lush greenery of a world, unmarred by the ravages of their overwhelming numbers. Every piece of our lands balances out the other in a cycle of life from the soil to the plants to the wildlife, to the hunters and, eventually, back to the soil. That is as it should be. They can feel the power… but they can’t find it. What they don’t realize is… that power… is us.

Present Day:

"I'll never get those screams out of my head. I failed them... we failed. Forgive us, Goddess."

When the first attacks began in the north, Kaian’Ti, the Alpha of the Muu’Nati, sent a small group to defend the northern tribes and their borders. With the cunning and skill of the Moon Kissed to guide the people, the Tinzar’s blood was scattered to the winds in a matter of days. By that time, however, the first attacks in the south began as well; then the east… and the west.

We had skill and the powers of the Goddess but they had sheer numbers. Even as the bodies stacked up, the Tinzar continued to come in droves. My Sisters, for all their skills, talents and training, are not invincible. They suffered wounds and their bodies demanded larger quantities of flesh to keep going. Rather than stand on the front lines, I retreated and spoke with the Goddess. With her aid, I reached through the vision and tended wounds, provided information and shared my strength where I could. It hardly mattered. The attacks continued to come.

We were too few and they, too many. Spread as we were, there weren’t enough to stand against the onslaught of the main attack, when it finally came. Those along the borders had been a diversion while they slipped through our defenses and surrounded the village. When they struck, we barely had time to realize what had happened. The Tinzar were not acting alone. With the help of others, they penetrated our forces and brought the Muu’Nati to their knees.

There was nowhere to run… nowhere to hide, and nothing left that we could bring to stop them. Too many of those left behind were young and inexperienced. One after the other, they were pulled down and destroyed. The Goddess wept with me as we felt each life be snuffed out. I was too exhausted… to weak from sustaining the others in their battles... to be her vassal. Even if I hadn’t been, even the great Meyotah can only do so much. We felt it, she and I, as her people… as my people, were torn asunder. And now? Now I have to live with my failure.

☪ Possessions: All items are currently stored safely at The Golden Tether and may be gathered upon purchase or rental.

Small ‘sickle’ shaped necklace with elaborate leaves on the outer edge of the blade. The blade itself is made of a strong, smooth stone that the Muu’Nati call “Moonstone” and sharpened to a hair-splitting edge. This item is used in rituals, mostly during scarification.
Moon Priestess attire. Tawni was enslaved while wearing these garments. While she’s not permitted to wear them as a slave, the items were kept for later use.
✵ Headdress of antlers.
✵ Feathered chest piece/robes.
✵ Arm cuff
Small box of odds and ends used for her craft.