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Name: Avariëlla Vatin Aletriu
Nickname: Phoenix, Avari, Avar, Flame of Agitation, Little Spark
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Family:
Father: Niveannus Nubes Aletriu (deceased)
Mother: Celeraem Dolussa (unknown)
Brother: Dileci Belliu Aletriu (unknown/missing)
Caretaker: Sapaequan Vetusen (alive)
Home country: Seraphia
Job: High Priestess and – Queen of Seraphia ~ Dancer (to entertain her parents/loved ones)

Species: Angel
Race: Fire elemental
Height: 4’11 (1.50 m)
Weight:
Eye Colour: Near the iris they colour deep gold, yet to the outside they turn bright blue.
Hair: Falls to just above her shoulders, mostly wavy with a straight lock here and there. It’s colour is somewhere between rustbrown and red. Usually she has a few strings of hair pulled back and tied down in a way that makes her hair spring free, slightly reminding of flames.
Wings: Avariëlla’s wings have feathers that have a more golden yellow colour at the tip, then to slowly turn orange in the middle and red towards the end. The very tip, though, is marked black, and black marks or dots are found all across her wings.
Mark: Her left arm contains short, small, flame-shaped stripes from halfway up her upper arm to halfway down her lower, the sign she’s a fire elemental.

<Personality:</b> The priestess is a strange woman, not many get to know her deepest thoughts or her true intentions as she usually plays two games. The one she shows and makes everyone think she plays, and the one underneath the pretense. In public she shows the priestess all the angels want, trying her best to be just and fair, yet resentful and cold towards the demons and hybrids, seemingly uncaring of their problems. In truth, however, she’s a curious girl, open to learn about the two races her own has learned to hate. Once alone with her, neither hybrid nor demon has to fear her wrath, just her questions.
Being protected all your life has concequences, all she knows about the world is from books and she’s dying to learn more. She aims to please her people and herself, trying to find a balance in the nearly opposite qualities of the mask and her true self, confiding in few people only. Secretive and open at the same time, proud of the fact that she is a fire elemental dispite the fact that the fire goddess is supposed to be her anemy. Often her pride extends to angels themselves and though she’s curious for other races..She’ll have trouble accepting it whenever an angel did something wrong.
Avariëlla all in all is a proud, curious, mysterious woman signed by the duty she has and the task before her country, strong when in her act, vulnerable when herself. Ignorant to numerous dangers and kept in the palace to protect her the frustration over her bondaged freedom rises…

Likes: Music, fire, summer, the sun, Saina, the few good friends she has, to fly, freedom, any race in Erdae, watching people train, weapons, any kind of reptile (dragons in particular), puzzles

Dislikes: History, love, being confined, fake information, snow, darkness, prejudices, masks.

Crush: None, and no interest

Story: Once upon a time in the country of Seraphia, there was a happy couple living at the top of society. Niveannus, holy angel, high king and High Priest of the country had married the lovely water elemental Celeraem. The entire country was happy, the couple seemed madly in love and not long after..They expected their first child.

The queen was in labor for days, and once the crown princess was born…Her parents kept it to themselves for one day longer. Although a baby’s wings contain no feathers yet and there was no telling what colour they would become, her arm showed bright red that marked her an elemental. A fire elemental.
The discovery came as a bit of a shock, fire was their rivalling element, yet it would leave it’s sign in their daughter’s life. Niveannus felt guilty, yet his goddess reassured him calmly and told him to tell the country.
Which he did. The same shock caught the angels, fire elementals were common and accepted throughout history dispite weilding an element belonging to the goddess opposite to their own, yet never before had there been a flaming angel on the throne.

In those first few days of her life, the country was restless. At the celebration to honour the birth of the future Queen there even were attacks at Fataltua itself, rells and fights alla round that even threatened the Royal family, had it not been for the Royal guards at command of governor Immandatel.

From that moment on things changed. Avariëlla was kept inside of the palace, within the walls that were her home, even if the peace soon returned and the angels accepted the uncomfertable turn of events. Yet the king wouldn’t show his baby girl to the world again, desperate to protect what he had grown to love from the moment he saw.

The little princess grew up never knowing the world outside, she was cheerful and careless, in love with everything warm and kind. The guards and servants in the palace called her ‘the little spark’ because of the sparks her little flame spread around. Her smile made everyone feel happier, her enthusiasm and passion for everything she did made her loved within those palace walls.
When she turned 4 years old her mother announced that she was pregnant once more, and after –for Avariëlla- an insane amount of time, a little holy angel boy was born. Little prince Dileci was welcomed with great joy, everyone loved him and his lilac eyes that mirrored the evening sky.
Avariëlla too was very fond of her little brother, finally having someone to play with, although she often was a bit too enthusiastic, accidentally hurting him to her mother’s great displeasure. Dileci was Celeraem’s perfect child, unlike her fire elemental daughter that only caused her trouble.

Years past and the crown princess learned many things, though never anything was mentioned about other countries or other races. Not until she turned 7 and from one moment to the next her mother and brother were gone.
No-one had seen them leave, no-one had noticed how Celeraem had pulled back into herself more and more, opening up only to her son and alienating from her husband. She had left in the middle of the night without a tracé, leaving the high king broken-hearted and ill with sadness, Avariëlla confused and saddened by the disappearence of such important people in her life added to her beloved father’s state.
It was then that the Robuscellas came to the palace, she met the young Fervael, who was so different from her. Yet he helped her through the time that came, always calm, always stoic, and always there. Immandatel did the same for Niveannus, although it had an unwanted effect.
Not long after the disappearence of his wife Niveannus began neglecting his duties, insisting on tagging along with Immandatel on his missions, participating in fights and becoming more and more reckless.
The entire country watched in worry, yet no-one could prevent the king from getting killed one day. Although not unexpected, his death still shattered the country, it came as a shock to little Avariëlla…Because he had been killed by demons. And the little girl didn’t know those existed.

Chaos happened, dozens of semi-corrupt men seeking to control the country and the vulnerable, easily manipulated princess tried to become her caretaker. But the governor that was with her father when he died didn’t pick any of them. He choose an old librarian, a calm, wise guardian angel named Sapaequan, knowing the man would raise the girl well and would properly prepare her for her future as Queen and priestess, while he himself kept an eye on them and made sure the open-minded elder didn’t teach the princess things about demons that might make her curious or accepting of them.

With Immandatel’s strict and instant way of handling the country’s loss, national discord was prevented and things slowly settled back into a new routine. Now Avariëlla was taught alongside Fervael and his twin, learned about the other countries and races, getting the attention and love, the comfort and care she needed to cope with the loss of her family.
Then the day came the fallen angel boy was allowed to tag along with his father and sister. Go along to the country’s border..Past which was a different country.
Curious as the now 12 year old girl was, Avariëlla followed, only to witness the slaughter of a dozen angel warriors, including little Michaela. She watched how Immandatel was captured and dragged away, witnessed how her friend was slammed down with a sword through his chest.
The guards that had panicked when she vanished and managed to follow her shortly after found her in shock and managed to save the poor fallen angel boy.

The two got over the catastrophic event, but they changed. Avariëlla began to hide her true self, only showing it to her teacher and friend, creating a mask that she knew would please her people. Fervael grew bitter, but they ascended to take on the roles of leaders together. The day she turned 13 was the day she was crowned, education or no.

In the years that followed she grew up to be a beautiful young fire-elemental, under the guidance of her loyal guardian. She learned how to rule, slowly taking the control she was meant to have without much more extroadinary things happening. She became theruler she is today, perfect in the eyes of many with secrets that sooner or later may get her in trouble…

Weapon:
Cithaduceus: The only weapon she owns, a double harp and a wand mixed into one. She uses it to play Music, channel her energy and magic and to cast melodious spells. It’s an instrument made specially for her at the order of her father for her sixth birthday, since her voice matches the sound of a harp so wonderfully.
Abilities:
-Fire
Being a fire- elemental Avariëlla has a natural connection with fire and can easily call upon her flames. The only thing she was allowed to train freely was her magic, and because of that she’s reached a high level. Her flames can take any desired colour she wants, the fact that she’s only later in her life seen violence makes for the fact that her fighting skills are less than the skill with which she uses fire to dance. Heating things up is also an ability she possesses, . Sometimes she likes to make water burn tos care someone uvu
-Music
Her early love for Music led her fathert o teach her the art of musical sorcery. Even when her flaming magic began to become manageable she never left it. Spells using Music and song take long, yet are usually rather powerful, not to mention some have healing powers. She knows one day it will be of great use.
Pet
Currently she has no real pet, yet she did fin dan abandoned Hydra-egg. She wishes it hasn’t died yet and takes care of it with great precision, hoping that one day it will still hatch.

Extra:
- After her disappearence as a baby, when her father refused to let anyone see her, some angels thought she had died When her father died and she emerged from the palace again at his funeral she was nicknamed Phoenix, as if she’d risen from death.
- She carries no real weapons because, when she was really young, beginning practise fors elf-defense ended in an accident in which she got a little hurt. From the non she was forbidden to touch anything with a sharp blade.
- Her usually rather extreme angel-pride comes from the way she was raised without involving the other races and only naming the good things angels did. Along, of course, with the influence of Immandatel. As nationalistic and demon-hating as they come he made sure to teach her all the good things about angels. And once she did know about other races…the bad ones of those, aside from the elves.
- Ever since Avariëlla witnessed the battle that killed Michaela and nearly killed Fervael, she tends to be very sensitive to sudden loud noises, especially screams and cries. She’ll react rather unpredictably towards them.

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Finally finished putting her on her app ;v; the High Priestess for the angels, Avariëlla ^^
I..Was kind of happy with the way she turned out, but now I'm not sure anymore eheheh...orz
Though it seemed funny to give the angels a fire elemental priestess uvu So here she is!!! Her dress evolved from white to blue to..Some..Kind of soft purple-blue that I'm kinda happy with xD I'm not as happy with her wings but yeah ^^ I hope she's alright oAo

I can't think of anything else to say, my mind's somewhere else and I feel horrible so orz I'll type something better later

Avariëlla (c) me