Vesta

Hatched in an ancient lair amidst the work of the Magma Sanctum, alongside her sister and three brothers, Vesta was always surrounded by great knowledge. From an early age, she was taught to fight, picking up magical attacks with a fair amount of ease. It was all natural to her, but yet... she felt unfulfilled in her current clan, even after her maturation into a full grown Snapper.

Her skills had grown stagnant - hit a plateau. And that was something she couldn't quite accept.

In entered a tiny Fae, trailed by a comically large ( in comparison ) Sandsurge. They caught her eye almost immediately, the young sand-shark going on and on about the new sets of armor she was to create soon, if only she had a model -- a true fighter to test the durability of such pieces.

It was an easy choice, really. She offered to join them, test the mettle of the Sandsurge's pieces, if she could just train in their clan and get out of this rut she'd been stuck in. The Fae, the leader, as she learned, happily welcomed her. An easy choice for her, too, it seemed.

Now, Vesta learns from the other warriors of the clan -- excitable Eridanus, and the scouts Cyken and Nemesia -- working every day to bring her skills to the greatest heights.



Personality: Vesta, like many of her species, is a creature in constant pursuit of information. Of improvement. Despite her incredible (and almost frightening) skill in battle, she is quite warm (ha) and protective, willing to use her skills and massive strength to defend those in the Caelum.