Zaniah
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Trial 320 proved a partial success. Full report pending.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.98 m
Wingspan
3.8 m
Weight
765.55 kg
Genetics
Orca
Starmap
Starmap
Brown
Bee
Bee
Coral
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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ABOUT ZANIAH |
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An Avariel, blessed by the Pheonix Goddess, Suzaku. A charming, silver-tongued diplomat with a mind like a steel trap, a deep love of science and alchemy, and a perfectionistic streak wider than the sea that divides Waterdeep and the mainland. He tends to hang around those who he sees potential and talent in; for example, a certain Imperial who seems to have seen the same in him. As the first ship of mortal construction reached Waterdeep, Zaniah was among the first envoys to join it on its return voyage to see the land from which it had embarked. What ae would find there among the sunlit marble, however, was something darker than ever imagined. Perfection was never achievable by those in light; no matter how blind you become to their shortcomings. And so we descend beneath the Shade-drenched earth. As the assistant director to the Perihelion, and the director of the New Perihelion following the death of his friend and employer, Zaniah believes that Emperors are perfected beings who have triumphed over life and death and seeks to extend this blessing to the rest of dragonkind, even though as an Avariel, a being from beyond Sornieth, he may very well be incapable of reaping its rewards. After the being known as the Regent was formed and subsequently collapsed into a singularity, bringing with it most of the Perihelion, Zaniah immediately set upon rebuilding, collecting materials, recruiting more personnel. Though a failure as far as the primary objective went, the Regent's brief existence proved that perfection could be achieved. Wherever it is now, (ae lured the collapsing Regent westward, but stopped keeping track of it after it crossed territory borders) it remains a sign to Zaniah and the rest of the New Perihelion: All is not impossible. |
It is customary for young Avariels to consult with diviners near the time of their birth, or before important turning points in their lives. The old practice is slowly taking root in Sornieth. The diviner rattles their satchel, shuffling the runes within before spilling them across the table. They read only those that are face up.
Zaniah was born under the banner of the Phoenix Goddess, Suzaku. Those born in such circumstances are known for their indomitable wills above all else. The largest rune revealed is the Mentality Rune. This implies Zaniah has inherited their penchant for bending light. Zaniah has a strong calling in the mastery of illusions, crafting the different hues and lengths of which light can glow to make it dance for him. Illusions may be as simple as a bird in one's periphery, and as complex as a meteor storm across the night sky. The best of the best can even render themselves invisible for hours at a time.
Two smaller runes deign to explain his future.
In the realm of career, Zaniah will have the most consistency. Career refers to Zaniah's progression in their chosen field of work, including life, growth and development towards an end goal of his choosing. This can mean he will have consistent upward mobility in his field, or he will be trapped in a frustrating position for the foreseeable future. What’s good will remain, and what’s cursed will persist. Fate will push hardest against attempts to change this aspect of his life.
In contrast, the most volatile aspect in his life will be knowledge. Knowledge refers to Zaniah's capacity to uncover genuine truths and avoid the pitfalls of falsehoods or conspiracies. He is advised to hold tightly to the best parts of this aspect, because it is only a matter of time before they disperse.
To complete the reading, one close to Zaniah selects the final rune. Praline, his companion, finds the rune for innovation, bestowing the most sincere blessing in the eye of fate.
Just ignore all the stuff below, i'm too tired to format or move anything to a doc
Tundra
Gaoler -> Authority
Nocturne
Veilspun ->
Skydancer -> Sovereign
Spiral -> Baron
Guardian -> Eminence
Undertide -> Lord
Wildclaw -> Caesar
Pearlcatcher -> Aristocrat
Imperial -> Emperor, duh
Ridgeback > Commander
Sandsurge -> Crown
Fae -> Monarch
Aether -> Captain
Coatl -> Primacy
Banescale -> King
Mirror
Aberration -> Caliph
Snapper -> Hierophant
Obelisk -> Grandmaster
Literally Everything Wait No This Wasn't Supposed To Happen -> Regent
sultan, imperator
maybe monarch or whatever veil emps are, we start small
Suzaku is light.
Suzaku is resilience.
Suzaku is resurrection.
All that followed should not have been a surprise given those three fundamental truths.
As Zaniah lay bleeding, staring up at what little remained of his new home- what little remained that made sense, at the very least- he didn't weep. Not a single thought crossed his mind that pertained to what should have been aer final moments.
Nay, what the Avariel was concerned with as the red-stained, contorted world around him faded into grey was an assessment of what- in all that time leading up to the disaster that had befallen aer and aer compatriots- had led to such a result, and what had been learned.
...
Let us recall the three greatest successes, and three greatest failures.
The first success: the Sungazer, the first ship of mortal construction to reach the shores of his homeland. Zaniah was among the first on the docks, to watch, awestruck, as the imposing vessel of fir reached the port. Ae, personally, caught one of the ropes that would tie the Sungazer up during its time in Waterdeep. Ae stood right at the foot of the gangplank as it descended, studying those who emerged from the ship for intentions, offering to each the most genial greeting the Suzaku-blessed could concoct on short notice. For the light in aer blood and the silver of aer tongue, aer "hello"s earned their weight in smiles and responses.
The second: Praline. The Imperial was the last to descend from the ship, and as Zaniah's eyes scanned their face, expression of determination written in their handsome features, he became aware, in an instant, that they were doing the same to him. Understanding flashed in their eyes for a moment, a clear, frigid blue where the others' had been gold, and then they pressed on.
They had approached him, later, after all the initial hullabaloo over Sornieth's ambassadors had begun to die down into a more dignified welcome. Their conversation opened with a simple statement of fact.
Zaniah wanted perfection.
...Certainly.
It was a yearning inscribed into his soul from the beginning, one that was born with aer under the same perfectly symmetrical fractals of colorful glass, that had followed aer into the halls and libraries of Crestflame, that had pursued aer out into the open air, searching for the impossible.
Praline carried perfection in a small leather-bound pocketbook, the emblem of a sun encased in a hexagonal cell glittering from its front cover in gold. Inside were hundreds of sketches, neatly-organized notes, and complex alchemical formulas, intricacies ae could parse despite being incapable of grasping their true scope, which even at that ignorant state spoke to aer in a way no treatise on magic could. A single word shone from the pages like rays of sunlight, almost blinding him for a brief moment each time as if he was just now seeing the day for the first time.
Emperor.
A perfect being, unburdened by the concerns of mortal existence.
The third and greatest success: that dream of perfection, carrying Zaniah across the waves into the Perihelion. Of course the
The first, and most pernicious failure flowed through the veins of dragonkind, originating from the deities who created them. That the Lightweaver would discover the secret of perfection through her first creations, and then promptly dash all hope of any other species ever achieving exaltation, was an affront. And, unfortunately, one that would have to be worked around, a tragedy irreparable.
In the mainland's eternal struggle for dominance, corpses were in no short supply. One of the perfected marched across the horizon, providing ample opportunities for observation and sample-gathering. The substances and processes that bound the resurrected matter together were easy to understand if you knew anything worth knowing at all. Zaniah could charm a full team of assistants into the sprawling underground facility in no time. With a wealth of resources, knowledge and personnel, perfection seemed right at hand.
And yet the dead did not rise.
The second failure was a far more recent occurrence. Work was dull, prognosis was bleak. And the despairing grow careless as they play at normalcy. The corpses that failed to fuse, still treated and processed, were piled into an out-of-the-way container to be disposed of. There was none of the meticulous separation and categorization that Praline and Zaniah had requested- but neither felt at all inclined to enforce it.
The third failure
What little remained in the last seconds he saw of it looked distinctly insectoid.
Zaniah extracted a pocketbook from his coat. Though the pages were warped and buckled and soaked through with inky blood, the sun emblem shone through all the same. Ae opened it to an "unmarked' page, gathering some of the wavering, colourful light on the tip of a claw and inscribing in the book, in small, neat runes that glowed like sunlight to show up against the soaked paper:
Trial 320 proved a partial success. Full report pending.
Ae stood up, surveying what was left for usable resources.
Suzaku is resilience.
Suzaku is resurrection.
All that followed should not have been a surprise given those three fundamental truths.
As Zaniah lay bleeding, staring up at what little remained of his new home- what little remained that made sense, at the very least- he didn't weep. Not a single thought crossed his mind that pertained to what should have been aer final moments.
Nay, what the Avariel was concerned with as the red-stained, contorted world around him faded into grey was an assessment of what- in all that time leading up to the disaster that had befallen aer and aer compatriots- had led to such a result, and what had been learned.
...
Let us recall the three greatest successes, and three greatest failures.
The first success: the Sungazer, the first ship of mortal construction to reach the shores of his homeland. Zaniah was among the first on the docks, to watch, awestruck, as the imposing vessel of fir reached the port. Ae, personally, caught one of the ropes that would tie the Sungazer up during its time in Waterdeep. Ae stood right at the foot of the gangplank as it descended, studying those who emerged from the ship for intentions, offering to each the most genial greeting the Suzaku-blessed could concoct on short notice. For the light in aer blood and the silver of aer tongue, aer "hello"s earned their weight in smiles and responses.
The second: Praline. The Imperial was the last to descend from the ship, and as Zaniah's eyes scanned their face, expression of determination written in their handsome features, he became aware, in an instant, that they were doing the same to him. Understanding flashed in their eyes for a moment, a clear, frigid blue where the others' had been gold, and then they pressed on.
They had approached him, later, after all the initial hullabaloo over Sornieth's ambassadors had begun to die down into a more dignified welcome. Their conversation opened with a simple statement of fact.
Zaniah wanted perfection.
...Certainly.
It was a yearning inscribed into his soul from the beginning, one that was born with aer under the same perfectly symmetrical fractals of colorful glass, that had followed aer into the halls and libraries of Crestflame, that had pursued aer out into the open air, searching for the impossible.
Praline carried perfection in a small leather-bound pocketbook, the emblem of a sun encased in a hexagonal cell glittering from its front cover in gold. Inside were hundreds of sketches, neatly-organized notes, and complex alchemical formulas, intricacies ae could parse despite being incapable of grasping their true scope, which even at that ignorant state spoke to aer in a way no treatise on magic could. A single word shone from the pages like rays of sunlight, almost blinding him for a brief moment each time as if he was just now seeing the day for the first time.
Emperor.
A perfect being, unburdened by the concerns of mortal existence.
The third and greatest success: that dream of perfection, carrying Zaniah across the waves into the Perihelion. Of course the
The first, and most pernicious failure flowed through the veins of dragonkind, originating from the deities who created them. That the Lightweaver would discover the secret of perfection through her first creations, and then promptly dash all hope of any other species ever achieving exaltation, was an affront. And, unfortunately, one that would have to be worked around, a tragedy irreparable.
In the mainland's eternal struggle for dominance, corpses were in no short supply. One of the perfected marched across the horizon, providing ample opportunities for observation and sample-gathering. The substances and processes that bound the resurrected matter together were easy to understand if you knew anything worth knowing at all. Zaniah could charm a full team of assistants into the sprawling underground facility in no time. With a wealth of resources, knowledge and personnel, perfection seemed right at hand.
And yet the dead did not rise.
The second failure was a far more recent occurrence. Work was dull, prognosis was bleak. And the despairing grow careless as they play at normalcy. The corpses that failed to fuse, still treated and processed, were piled into an out-of-the-way container to be disposed of. There was none of the meticulous separation and categorization that Praline and Zaniah had requested- but neither felt at all inclined to enforce it.
The third failure
What little remained in the last seconds he saw of it looked distinctly insectoid.
Zaniah extracted a pocketbook from his coat. Though the pages were warped and buckled and soaked through with inky blood, the sun emblem shone through all the same. Ae opened it to an "unmarked' page, gathering some of the wavering, colourful light on the tip of a claw and inscribing in the book, in small, neat runes that glowed like sunlight to show up against the soaked paper:
Trial 320 proved a partial success. Full report pending.
Ae stood up, surveying what was left for usable resources.
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