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Personality Aedari is a rather happy person overall, partly due her very childish behavior terms like "talkie-talkie (talk)" are commonly used. In many aspects saying that a child's mind was trapped in an adult body would be very accurate. She's also very impulsive (yet another child-like trait), which often makes many of her decisions and actions seem random. Otherwise she's rather affectionate, shaking hands as greeting is not happening, a hug at the very least. Another thing that defines her, is her view of sexual acts she'll do it with pretty much anyone with a neat appearance. The only exception being that she has to be the one to choose her targets, not the other way around. She has a few truly nasty hobbies as well, such as occasional cannibalism and torturing and eventually killing her 'targets' afterwards. She got ashen, somewhat long hair. Pale skin, red eyes, slim. Her clothes highly depend on the situation, she usually prefers leather clothes due their usefulness when traveling but it's not too uncommon to see her wear a dress every once in a while if the situation allows it. She always wear some jewelry, however not a massive amount a ring or two together with a necklace is the default. Nothing is known about Aedari's past prior to her being forced to join Genesis. At least not to the common civilian, very few are aware of Aedari's history. Sapphire herself, the one who claimed her soul do not have a lot of knowledge about her, through interrogation she learned that Aedari could naturally command the elements, calling it magic would be misleading, she did not use mana, words nor movements, the elements simply obeyed her will. She also got some vague hints of her origin, Aedari hinted at being from a clan of the arctic north. Unfortunately Sapphire could not subdue Aedari's mind when holding back, thus Aedari's mind became damaged in the process, making her a bit less useful perhaps. Clan's Origin Since ancient times dragons ruled the northern parts of the world, at the time the environment was too harsh for humanoids to survive leading to the dragons lived there alone and in peace. Eventually various races came to explore the north for different reasons, them being able to do so by natural evolution which was a slow process of hundreds of years. Some came for the thrill of exploring, some came to slay the dragons to showcase their bravery - or perhaps foolishness, some would say. Others came because they were hunted and escaping to the north would give them salvation from their hunter but get into the claws of the dragons, some were afraid enough to take the risk. The huge variety of the unique humanoid beings caught the interest of one particular young dragon (by dragon standards), he found them highly entertaining and interesting in many ways, to him most of the dragons were the same and it would sometimes hard to tell them a part, even for a dragon. This dragon did not engage the humanoids, he observed them from afar, eventually he came to the stage where he had discovered a way to take the appearance of a human, he then spent his time trying to communicate with the humanoids, trying to seem like one of them. He was successful and did so for a long time, after all the best hunter always wore sheep's cloth. However his kin would find out about his actions with the humanoids and made a fool of him, why would a mighty dragon lower himself to the level of a mere mortal? the young dragon did not reply to their taunts and continued as he already was, however he was now considered an outcast among his kin. The more he learned about the humanoids, the more he understood their potential in many ways. While dragons were naturally mighty without really doing anything, it also made their ego huge, made them think they were superior in every way. While this was partly true, it could not be compared to someone who had honed skills for a lifetime, the skill by such an individual would surely kill a dragon who'd not expect a mere mortal to be able to wound it in the first place. Pride and ego would be their downfall in due time, he was sure of it. He spent the following time to adapt his dragonic techniques to the human body, while doing so he came something much like a role model for many fighters and adventures, eventually he began to take apprentices. Over many hundred years a clan had formed around the dragon, treating him as something very close to a god at the point. After all, at the time there was doubtfully anyone who could beat him in combat after all these years, the god-like treatment began to tear down his mind, eventually he would start to act like one as well. He had become what his kin was - but worse, the worst part from his point of view was that he was painfully aware of it but could not change himself. Among all the god-like thoughts of his, one extraordinarily idea appeared. A god obviously had to had mistresses to please him, and as such he got many of the clan's young women who gladly offered their bodies for their 'god's pleasure. Eventually even his lust faded, he came to view his mistresses as simple beautiful objects. Such was the case for many years until one woman caught his eye, reigniting him. While he desired her dearly, he also feared that he would come to treat her as the others, lowering her to a simple object. With great effort he held back his feelings and watched her from great distance, keeping a watchful eye over her in secret. As fate would have it, this woman was out doing her normal duties for her family when she was assaulted by an unknown man. He swiped a simple knife, due surprising reactions the woman barely avoided the strike, the dagger merely scratched her leaving a minor wound at the side of her stomach. She turned around and run but the man was faster than her, and would catch up not many seconds later. The dragon felt fear in his heart, losing his 'beloved' seemed to be unbearable to him, he rushed to her side with insane speed, enhanced by the cold arctic wind which was somehow summoned at his side. Yet even with this almost god-tier speed he barely made it. He threw himself in between the woman and the man assaulting her, taking the strike. The dagger was stuck in his chest as he stood up and walked towards the man with seemingly endless fury. The man suddenly burst into flames, painfully burning to death, turning him into a pile of ash. The dragon aimed a kick towards the pile, shattering it and spreading it throughout the lands with the help of mother nature, effectively denying the man the honor of a burial. He then fell down, the woman caught him in her arms, embracing him. She watched the dragon with fear and sadness in her eyes, she had just witnessed something horrible after all, on top of that she felt guilty for the dragon's injury. Before the dragon drew his last breath, he put his hand on her stomach it glew faintly he then whispered with a weak voice: "I'm sorry for what I've now forced upon you, but yet another sin wont matter at this point. Still, I do this because I believe you can handle it when I'm gone." The dragon passed away in the arms of the woman he loved, he was already slowly dying due the knife to shorten his suffering and also try to do some good in his final moments he had infused his essence into the woman, making her pregnant oddly enough. Later on she'd give birth to his descendants, those would be half dragons and have the attributes he himself hated. However many generations down his descendants would not even be 1/128th dragon but still be able to learn the methods and techniques of his, along with controlling the elements. At the time Aedari entered the world, most of the clan consisted of the founder's descendants, meaning all of the warriors used his techniques to some extent, not everyone was gifted with the control over the elements though. Aedari showed early signs on being exceptionally gifted in that regard. Her talent did not give her any high rank though, the standing within the clan was determined by strength alone; and since Aedari held no interest in pointless fighting she never challenged anyone, she went out of her way after the training given by the elders, continuing to train on her own, as she started to come of age and gaining a more woman like appearance most of the boys started to take a certain interest in her, thus making it harder to stay out of trouble due their foolish fighting to impress her, it should be said that they actually succeeded in impressing her; she merely tolerated it due her learning by watching. Eventually she came to enjoy controlling the events to an extent, winking at the right moment to the right person would inevitably start a fight between some of them. In a way she had half a dozen equally aged men wrapped around her finger, she did not abuse this too much except for harmless pranks - such as making them rob a merchant of a necklace for her. Otherwise she rewarded them by allowing them to practice together with her during their spare time. With other words, most of those who knew her acknowledged her abilities, ranking her among the top three among the youths. However, officially she was unranked thus her word during clan meetings and similar occasions meant zero. When Aedari reached her early twenties her little gang of follows had increased dramatically. She controlled roughly forty percent of the clan's youth, at that point the elders could not longer turn a blind eye to her actions despite her being a great asset to the clan. She was summoned to the council of elders whom ruled the clan through voting. She was ordered to disband her little gang, "stop playing queen". To which Aedari boldly said she refused, claiming that it was true that she was technically the leader but she had never once forced anyone to follow her. For her insolence a punishment had to be given, to set an example. The judgement given was 20 whips across the back in public, Aedari had no power to protest and thus it was carried out in front of the entire clan. While it was humiliating and highly painful experience, she was happy that she did not have to disband her little gang. The same night she had problems sleeping due the multiple wounds across the back, she then awoken by screams and running people she went out to see the elder's building in flames after half a minute the screams ended and some people exited the building, proudly announcing that the elders were killed in their sleep by their hands. She recognized them easily, they were from her little gathering of friends. Some of the clan member cried out, questioning their actions, to which they replied "because they dared to raise a hand against our leader.". Aedari stood still in shock for a moment before she turned around and ran until her legs could no longer carry her, she had not noticed how far her followers were willing to go for her sake, that was not what she wanted, she did not want the elders harmed. Blaming herself for the incident she cried herself to sleep in the cold woods, the wounds on her back and the harsh cold environment seemed so much less relevant compared to the sorrow she felt inside. When she woke up she was still exhausted, she slowly walked, continuing away from the clan encampment. Not much later she stopped and looked around her, feeling uncomfortable. She was surrounded by clansmen. Sapphire had always had a mild interest in the dragonfused, that's what they called the descendants of the dragon. They were certainly powerful and would make excellent minions, problem was that they rarely died due their might. And once they did they were quickly taken care of before she could gather the soul. However, out of nowhere dozens died in a single night. Sapphire flew towards the massacre, it was easy to tell that there had been a battle in the village, but she saw no enemy corpses only clan members. Either they got overwhelmed - which was extremely unlikely - or they fought among themselves. Still, even with so many dead Sapphire could not confidently say that she'd manage to survive if she tried to steal a soul inside the village. It was regrettable, she'd likely have to wait thousands of years before such an opportunity again. However, there was slight hope, a lesser battle had ensued quite a bit away from the village. When she arrived at the scene she found a multitude of bodies, judging by the formation all of them were allies. Except one who were on top of a fallen man, with her hands around his neck. Apparently she would have strangled the man to death before bleeding out due multiple flesh wounds from unknown weapons, she had never seen a wound with such a shape. Likely the work of a secret weapon unique to the clan. She looked around once more, if her guess was correct the girl who strangled the man had won five against one. What she did not know however was the extremely poor state Aedari was in when the fight began. "Seems like fate has blessed me today." Sapphire stated with a devilish smile as she approached the body |
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