CIVILIAN, liana deimos

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the deimos clan is large -- some live in zaqar as witches of great strength, of black and white magic, primal energies swirling around them like a summer storm. others in the family live the different, but no simpler nor easier, life of a dracolisk rancher. you grow up surrounded by the beasts, learning to tend to them, care for them.


you are the eldest of three two three, the heir to the ranch. one day, you will take over from your slowly-but-steadily ailing father, no matter the enchantments and runes that your white-magic mother weaves. it is not a day that you look forward to.


until then, you act as a merchant for your family's dracolisks -- buying and selling, advertising and endorsing. a rancher you might have grown up as, and a rancher you might be at heart, but none can deny that you are a shrewd businesswoman and merchant, even with nary a drop of magic in you.


and for that, for inheriting the ranch even without having a magical inheritance, they attempt to discredit you, pull the ground from beneath your feet. attempt to take what your father has built from the ground-up, and to destroy what they cannot. and that won't do. that won't do at all.


(still, you remember the teachings, the songs and symbols that your mother taught the three of you; of more use to your brother and sister, perhaps, but still, you remember them.)

(it had meant nothing, though, when your younger brother had left, stars in his eyes and a sword in his hand, his destination the imperial army in shara. when he had done so amid your sister's pleas and your mother's warnings and your father's reluctant blessing [where were you, your mind screams, you were at four rivers, trading when you should have been home to stop him]).

when he had arrived back home in a wooden box, the nice clothes and medals of honor meaning nothing in comparison to the broken bones that he cannot quite hide in death.)

(you stop believing in fighting for the empire, in miracles, after that.)



a life as a dracolisk rancher is hardly fit for a fainting flower. those who cannot survive are shipped out to live with relatives in zaqar instead. liana is faster than most, trained by flighty dracolisks that can only be stopped by someone either jumping on and strong-arming them into submission, or grabbing their harnesses quickly enough to bring them under control. she also has access to some of the best lineages of dracolisks in all of the empire, since her family is the producer of some of them. her bargaining skills are top-notch, and it's likely that some of the upper officers in the army know her by name.

other than that, she's a pretty normal civilian, albeit one who can be slyer and sneakier with words than most.

[attr="class","appname"]LIANA DEIMOS

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AGE: 28
SEX: F
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: ROUESSE RIVER
CONTRACT: N