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Having an inconsistent age is quite bizarre and Iteral would know that. While nice at any age (except maybe her teen years), her compassion is usually strongest when over 65 years old, even feeding cats on their nightly stroll. Though this should by no means imply that she's weakest, far from it.

Dementia might make her forget to hold back.

Name: Adara Firtina

Gender: female

Age: 29

Birthday: May 1st

Role: Adult


Personality: A leader at heart and confident in her own abilities, Adara usually is judged as the "go in, ask later" kind of brute. In actuality, she is more of a "ask questions during the fight" kind, as her emotions guide her towards a swift conflict resolve. Nevertheless, she does have a soft heart that can be appealed to with enough empathy... or tears. Emotions are her weakness, how poetic.

Personality Type: ENFJ-A



Description:



[]Height: 6'8 | 203 cm
[]Weight: 257 lbs | 117 kg
[]Skin Tone: brown & heavily tanned
[]Hair Style: large mane, full of volume, reaches to her hips
[]Hair Colour: white with red tips and black dots (inverse of "grey hair", small hairs of her turn black)
[]Eye Colour: yellow/black
[]Clothes: for fighting, the leotard; casually, a red tank top and black shorts, sometimes a red overcoat when too cold
[]Accessories: A red crown that is mostly hidden in her hair except the front part, bandages on her right thigh and left arm
[]Other:



History: A strong will born into a world that might not support it, Adara's childhood was plagued by wars and adversities... but with a will stronger than steel and tenacity unmatched, the young girl quickly made a name for herself as being particularly thick-headed. And training her body to reflect that, she rose to the position of village leader at the age of 21. However, strength and defenses are not enough to save them from poverty or famines, which is why she came ot Suecester a while ago to request aid, though bureaucracy loves to stretch that process out... and her position does not allow her to barge in or participate in mobs. But with the new crisis, maybe this is the push she needs to start taking action.

Sexuality: homosexual

Voice Claim: Illaoi - Turkish

Dear Aeterna,

I write to you in an act of dejection. I know I have not been a great mother to you, and it would be somewhat foolish to ask for you to simply forget what has happened. You do weave time like a bird would air... but I write to you with a purpose no less. It is time that you learn something.

The Garden has a large tree, perhaps you have seen it. The Tree of Life, you might know it as Yggdrasil, the Tree of Immortality, so on, so on. But what you might not know is that it is not just a joint between heaven and hell... it is an imprint. Every living being, from the smallest bacteria to the largest of beasts are memorized in the tree. But, oh dear daughter, it is so much more.

When you cut something off the Tree, it not only fades from memory... but from existence. Just a few seconds, that is all it takes to annihilate an entire species, no, an entire class of beings. And nobody will be there to remember it. And while the Tree is growing, a disease is also spreading... and the only way of halting that disease, is to cut off the infected branch. But you cannot cure the Tree, the disease always returns, usually in a close-by branch of similar taxonomy. Many years ago however...

You might know the species. Mammals, reptiles, etc. You may remember six, but there is a seventh. It is where most of the beings come from that you think of fictitious. From the mighty dragons of the East to the large Velociraptors of the West, even the dashing unicorns of North, they are not as distant in the past as you think they are. But perhaps, you may know already... for you have not only been blessed by my father's temporal powers but also been named after that species.
The seventh main species, the elusive and extinct... Aeterna species.


Another reason why Gaia has forced me to cast you out, for somehow you were spared from the Tree's erasure. She thought of you as an act against the Garden, against the Tree. The meddling of your mortal father was only the reason that your grandmother needed to reason to the others why I should abandon you but when the large branch of Aeterna was cut but you remained, she felt threatened.


I do not ask you to forgive me, or her. I know you well enough that you either have already or will never stop to. But it is only recently that I have realized, you are not an affront to Gaia, the Tree of Life or me. You are your grandfather's blood through and through, and even though the Tree can erase entire existences and memories, they cannot erase history that easily. And while the species Aeterna no longer exists for us, the memory that is you does. And as long as you do, the many timelines that you permeate will as well in some shape or form.


Gaia thought you would endanger the Garden. Tempest knew that you would save it across many times.



And I could not ask for a better person to do that... than my firstborn daughter and time weaver extraordinaire.
Aeterna Aelius,
I love you.

Sincerely,
Mona Aelius
Goddess of the Stars and Proud Mother