Stinger
The clan's keeper of the more ferocious beasts, and an aspiring master hunter herself. She is blunt and very representative of the ice flight, preferring her solitude. Stinger is known to be rough with her words, and she barks more than speaks. She does care, but she has a roundabout way of showing it, and it involves telling you to shut up and sit down. Her eyes display a feral sense of coldness. Many remark she feels almost as unpredictable as the beasts she hunts.
She has learned to harness spells from her father, clan magister, to help her track beasts and to guide her arrow through the hearts of her enemies. Stinger's mother, a mechanic and tinkerer, has taught her resourcefulness. Stinger can make a trap or weapon in almost any situation and has developed a very analytical mind. Her main weakness seems to be her communication skills and her unwillingness to work with partners.
This ridgeback hunter always performs a ritual of respect for the beasts she has slain. Anyone who mocks this is quickly shut up.
"Do not speak to me of vile monsters, for you knew them none."
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Angel
Angel is a former harpy talon priestess (this is lore I made on my own from other inspiration), and now resides in the clan. She takes care of the vast majority of avian creatures within the clan. She is respectful, fair, and believes in the justice that she never got.
When Angel was young, she felt much more in tune with the arts of her harpy past than she did fighting. She rebelled against the lifestyle she was being forced to live, but her resistance was crushed down as other harpies berated her for her stupidity. She tried her best to redeem herself in the eyes of her sisters, hating every swing of the sword in their name. She, reluctantly, accepted the promotion to her past role as talon priestess. She performed her duties well, and was rewarded for doing what she hated.
One rather fateful day, she and her sisters took down a dragon clan. During the pillage, Angel recovered a scroll from the ruins. She snuck it into her chambers with her to read. There, she read of a dragon finding their own identity and leaving a clan that never loved them. She waited and planned her escape. She wanted to go somewhere so far she couldn't be found.
She did it all alone, and both paid and prospered for it. She was caught only once, and her wings were whipped, thrashed, and clipped beyond hope of flight. Angel did manage to escape, but only by killing the long-range scouts that found her.
Upon reaching the coast, Angel fashioned a vessel to sail to the IceWarden's domain. The harpy sailed for many nights, resorting to pray. Not to the God she had served, but to the sea and wind. Arriving on the continent, Angel hiked her way to the mountains surrounding the lost city. There, she met Stinger out on one of her hunts, the ridgeback taking shelter in the only cave up the mountain for a flightless harpy to reach in such cold. After spending a few hostile nights together, they learned of each other, and gradually fostered a warm friendship in the chill.
From there, Stinger introduced Angel to the clan. Accepting already as many of the clan were, Angel was offered kindness and a new life she had only dreamed of. Angel carves many intricate trinkets to decorate her home and to sell to those who wish to buy. Alongside this, she has taken up a life of training avian creatures for the clan, and tracks threats, dispatching them when necessary with her blade skills. She still hunts and scouts, commenting that she can accept her warrior side now that she has given it different meaning: protecting her new family.
"They may have taken my wings from me, but I will only find new ways to fly."
I'm sorry this got a little long. Thank you if you read all of it.
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