Emory Ruin, daughter of the sky

[Emory Ruin]

Name: Emory Ruin Race: Human, Inarta Age : AV 488 (21 years old) Gender: Female Height: 5 '3' Newly born with frail red curls and tiny gemstone eyes, young Emory slept in the comforting arms of her father, Maverick. Thus was the beginning of her immaculate little life. Emory grew up adoring earth, the critters that ran along the carpeted floors of the forest and the birds that fluttered miles above. Every day was an adventure. Prone to intractable behavior, Emory often found herself shooed away from the other Inarta children. To abridge the workless hours of her day, Emory established solitude among the crimson leaves of her Redoak trees deep within the woods. From there she could prattle endlessly to the neighboring birds and roaming beasts that scavenged for food along the ground. Emory inured the scathing remarks from the children she never played with; she lived peacefully with her twin brother Fenilen who frequently acted as her soul confident. Her father slept was gone for the majority of the day with his mount. The luxury of living with her father throughout her entire upbringing became an excuse to disregard the other common folk or potential friends her age. Emory was educated in the skills of glass blowing, archery, falconry, reading and even medicine. During her childhood, Emory remained more warmhearted to the waterfalls and forests of Mount Skyinarta than to the cold carved streets and stone arches within the fortified city. The perfect time to escape daily chores was late afternoon when the riders went fishing and the Inarta you would gather to the communal kitchens to be served a meal. Maverick and the other riders were all fed separately along with their families. Her father’s mount was a large male named Alai, an eagle whose blue wings imitated the splendor of a crisp morning sky. One afternoon after Emory’s father took flight with his sky-brother, a traveler appeared in Wind Reach. His name was very odd sounding, consisting of many slurred syllables. Emory never learned to articulate it and merely referred to him as Magic Man. Magic Man was a traveling sorcerer who had come to live with Inarta in hopes of learning their tales. His practices, though not spoken of, were not received well among the Inarta. He dwelt with Emory’s people for twelve moons, scrupulously bemusing Emory the entire time. Though he mostly spoke in conundrums that Emory’s eight-year old mind could not comprehend, she generally liked the stranger. Water would surface from the earth under his touch, and fire erupted atop his fingertips. It was he who inspired Emory to become a sorceress one day, but all well dreamt reveries come at a cost. Magic Man desired information about her people and the eagles; in return, he would teach her the ways of his profession. Naïve little Emory promptly accepted, blinded to the work and pain such a vocation necessitated. Many nights were thus efficiently spent surveying Magic Man draw shapes and explain to her the history of his skill. All of these wonders mesmerized Emory’s typically ephemeral attention span. One day she would learn to master a windstorm and call upon fire, one day…. Emory bonded with a female mount at the age of eleven. Her mount’s name is Raisia, meaning “Flying Roses” chosen because of her speckled pale red wings. Raisia, though fierce in nature, completed Emory’s inquisitive nature and shyness that transpired as she developed into a young woman. Now they are inseparable, together conceiving a single free spirit that permeates the mountains of Skyinarta with their captivating strength and unity. Emory has a very introverted personality. She is soft-spoken with words that often run together like a mellifluous breeze. Discovering no pleasure in socializing with the youth of her childhood, Emory enjoys the extravagance of having her very on aviary in which to share with Raisia. Surprisingly, the saying “It is better to ask forgiveness than permission” infuses her believably tranquil character giving light to her true inner stubbornness. With Raisia perched beside her branch, Emory fancies spending starlit nights under a canopy of the Redoak leaves throughout the summertime. She is incredibly open-minded and overtly expresses her thoughts on any particular subject. Emory may be a bit of a neophyte when it comes to her practicing sorcery, but that doesn't sway her from the phenomenon magic entails. Though she remains precarious in revealing her training in public, Emory holds a strong affinity for her work and refuses surrender her sole joy [apart from Raisia that is]. Lover of secrets and hater of speech, creator of magic’s that few minds can breach. Emory is not a particularly talkative person among her people. A one-on-one relationship is more her approach because of the solitude it offers. If caught in a larger crowd, Emory will more oft than be found examining the traits and quirks of those who are surrounding her. She is always frank with the people she speaks to, never screening her desires, only her motivations. Emory is excruciatingly wary of vast waters and is generally adamant in her decision to never step foot upon a seafaring boat. Aside from that, Emory is reliant on Raisia for constant advice. However, because of her obstinate mentality and sense of overwhelming intractableness, she hardly ever accepts it. Overall, Emory thinks of herself as a self-reliant woman and an independent character. In truth, though, she thrives off of the attention given by those contiguous her and the adoration expelled from Raisia bold nature. Emory’s physical features imitate the eagle-like beauty of the sky born creatures she adores. With fervent green eyes that set off her pale smooth skin, Emory’s demeanor is calm and her presence demanding. Dark crimson locks encircle an observant face, but one must not mistake wisdom for the questions hidden behind those emerald eyes. Emory is both flexible and athletic, a trait that was developed while learning the art of riding Raisia, her bonded Wind Eagle. Though she is often found wandering aimlessly, it is generally because her graceful form is deep in thought.

[Emory Ruin]

Spring is coming, The winter’s reign now ends. Mirth among the family, A gathering of friends. Look to the sky! Oh children of the air. Tell what you see, What flies up there? Mighty roars outdone, By their fearsome screech. Our ancestors are one With the eagles of Wind Reach. To be chosen by a Wind Eagle is a high accolade among the Inarta. On her eleventh spring, deep within the aviaries of Wind Reach, Emory prepared herself to go with her father, Mavrick, to care for the The Wind Eagles were creatures to be praised among the Inarta; thus they were well cared for and groomed by the offspring their riders and common folk. Red curls, locks, freckles and shoes darted across the lavish aviaries into which they were led. The assembly sauntered only a short distance before entering the heart of the vast crater. Gravelly stones beneath their boots lay blanketed with the fallen feathers of eagles. Emory Bent down to snatch the first feather she came to. It was the meager length of her arm compared to the feathers surrounding their rather small assemblage. Some of the eagles were very small compared to Alai. Fearlessly, the children wondered about the magnificent beasts. Emory stepped from one eagle to another, secretly waiting for one to call her name, recognize her thoughts, but none did. She stood near enough to touch their feathers, but not to gaze into their piercing eyes. The children often chosen first were those who were young masters in the skills of falconry. The mounts generally found that an appealing quality. Some of the other chosen were excellent archers and glassblowers. Emory began to wish she had excelled at even one of those tasks. She was competent enough when it came to archery; she could hit a close ranged target and even a moving one. Glass blowing had been a mistake, though her brother has picked it up faster than she. Falconry had certainly not been her calling, though she had not exasperated the exercises. Emory slung a woven basket over her shoulder, avoiding a freckled face boy who nearly ran into her. She had been assigned to feeding a particularly “snobbish” eagle as one of the foolish children pointed out. Emory strolled over to the female mount and laid down the basket of raw fish. The massive eagle slowly turned to her and peered into the basket before looking gazing at her. “Here,” said Emory, bowing her head to allow the bird some privacy. The creature repositioned her wings and the lurched forward slightly in order to stand up. Emory watched with fascination, knowing she should be retrieving another basket. The young girl merely stood there as the beast began to devour her meal. Emory wondered what it was that enraptured the attention of an eagle. She scanned over the bird, feeling the need to go back to her work. Her eyes froze over the birds rosy wings. “I wish I could call upon the wind and fly away from here,” she imperceptibly moaned within her own thoughts. Perhaps she wasn’t very good at falconry or glass working, but she had other talents, did she not? Emory could call upon a gentle wind. Surely that would impress the fearsome creatures. She had been practicing the new art from Magic Man. It came somewhat naturally enough, and small gust of wind was all she needed. Magic Man had austerely waved his hands in the air with a concentrated look about his eyes. She knew all about the gestures it would require, surely she had the strength to stir up some rocks? No one was even around paying attention to her. Emory breathed in deeply. The pungent scent of feces and earth swarmed her senses. In an animated fashion, she began to close her eyes and raise her hands before her slight body. The stance was cumbersome, but she intended to imitate her master precisely. Come, arise, flow!, she urged. A full minute passed. Nothing happened; she could not feel the Res leaving her body, what was wrong? A light wind slowly picked up the strands around her head before dissipating. She had wantedsomething more…something to impress the bird. Now she just felt tired. Surprise swept across Emory’s face as she stumbled to greet the face fixated only inches from her own. “Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!” the face demanded in a high pitched call, “Do you call that magic?” It oddly translated inside her head. “Umm,” came the unintelligent response to the bird’s rhetorical question. For the first time Emory noticed the giant ash grey claws that the bird possessed. Likee daggers they dipped into the stone floor. “I am done,” the bird hummed, lowering her beak to where the basket upturned. Cocking her head to one side, Emory saw her face in the bird eyes like a mirror into her soul. Crimson flames danced inside the glassy black pupils, those flames she recognized as herself. “I am your rider,” she whispered figuratively. A smile emitted from the corners of her tentative lips. The bird nodded and Emory placed her two palms on top of his onyx beak. “I must name you, or do you already have a name?” asked Emory. “I have no name among my brothers, you must name me.” Emory blushed for her ignorance and then contemplated a new name, “Raisia,” she whispered, It means “Winged Rose” in our tongue. and I really think it fits you She said, switching to her thoughts. I think so too, Emory, I think so too. Emory couldn’t help but glow as Raisia spoke her name. Everything in the world at that time seemed to perfect. Nothing could ever change it.

[Emory Ruin]

Starting Package SP| 1 Set of Clothing (Yellow and black Vinati [top], black bryda [pants] & black with yellow spiral designs katinu [cloak]) SP|1 Waterskin SP| 1 Backpack which contains: an azure glass orb SP| 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) SP| Food for a week SP| 1 eating knife SP| Flint & Steel SP| 600 gold rimmed mizas Later Obtained LO| Blue Wool Tunic [-5gm] LO| Black Leather Pants [-15 gm] LO| Longbow[-100 gm] LO| 20 Barbed Arrows [-2 gm] LO| Archer's Bracers [-2 gm] Current Amount SP| 600 gold rimmed mizas CA| 471 gold rimmed mizas Starting Package SP| Archery [11/100] (+10 rb) SP| Flying [6/100] SP| Reimancy [28/100] SP| Glyphing [5/100] SP| Falconry [10/100] (rb) Later Developed Starting Package SP| Lore of Sensing Djed SP| Lore of Inarta History Later Developed LD| The Golden Dragon LD| Dangers of Drunken Men LD| Layout of Syliras Detecting Bird's Thoughts

Name: Maverick Ruin Age: 43 Gender: Male Race: Human, Inarta Height: 5'8' Weight: 210 lbs. Maverick remains a stalwart and judicious man among the Eagle Riders of Wind Reach. Selected as a Flightleader, Maverick is often in charge of training the lately bonded riders their new responsibilities. Maverick is bonded to a great male eagle named Alai. Alai’s 35 ft. wingspan is not what makes him so intimidating, rather his overwhelming sense of hunger. Notorious for creating meals out of any animal that walks in his path, travelers are cautioned to keep their horses out of sight. Alai possesses brilliantly faded blue wings, a color that complements Maverick’s stormy blue eyes. Name: Fenilen Ruin Gender: Male Fenilen is the son of Maverick and twin to Emory Ruin. Like his sister, Fenilen grew up as the son of an eagle rider. At a very young age, Fenilen began to excel at many of the common arts of the Inarta. Glass working and falconry came easily to him, unlike Emory, a talent which she envied. This courteous [and somewhat overly protective] remains Emory Ruin’s best friend and only brother. Heading Home: Emory leaves Syliras and heads back to WInd Reach with her newly acquainted friend who is very far from home. http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post24069.html Haley Williams, Flaming Redhead : Deviant Art ©2009-2010 ~Hydro-King Red Tree: Deviant Art by ~nayein Eagle: DeviantArt ©2009-2010 *ShadowPride I take no credit for any of the images shown CS, most were either found on deviantart or Photobucket. Those found on photobucket [like my main PC picture] I have no way of finding their creaters.