Relic

Relic sometimes feels confused by the fact that she is sometimes more easily able to perceive the dead than the living. She sometimes can feel when near someone with a similar burden like her. She finds time spend in a cemetery very comforting, and for her it is very clear that death is just another form of life. She always carries a journal with her, something she picked up from her father. In it she records all of the fallen that she meets; clan or otherwise. Sometimes includes the locations of their corpses. Often it will include information on what they were like in life. Fortuna Caeca Est Generation 2 Neander > Relic

WhoseReflection is her Bound familiar, who shares deeply with her. Reflection is very intelligent and is even fluent in the draconic language. The two are the best of friends, seeming to understand each other intuitively, and sharing a profound respect for the connections between life and death.

Familiar WhoseReflection Gentle / Patient / Curious

This curse would be traced down his lineage. All Neander's children were destined to die, like any dragon. But they would be given a second chance. It was up to the children if they would accept the bargain.

Like her father, Relic shared a passion for the open sea.

To the dragons of the water flight, the Thousand Current Sea is everything. It provides sustenance, a way of life. Though it is bountiful and replenishing, it is also harsh and forgiving, and dragons of the water flight know the dangers well. The sea is something to fear... and to respect.

Relic remembered snippets of Neander from her childhood, but his constant absence provided that she didn't really know him. Her mother held the highest praise of him, however, and Relic grew to love the passionate and adventurous stories that she told of Neander's life on the largest freshwater sea. She craved to roam the Thousand Currents just like her father and vowed to leave her clan behind her when she was of age.

Of course, she was well aware of Neander's curse, the one passed down through their family lineage. Relic took this knowledge with a grain of salt, thinking the curse as more of a myth than truth, but it haunted her all the same, as if she couldn't completely deny the existence of it. But it wouldn't be enough to stop her from having an adventure of her own.

Because truthfully, Relic didn't believe in an afterlife. There were no gods, no divine entities watching over dragonkind, and she often scoffed at the notion, unable to comprehend why dragons would exalt themselves to a silent deity. Sornieth was a cruel world in which the gods remained silent, and to a dragon like Relic, well, there was no proof in which to validate a life after death.

The only thing she was certain of was her own life, and it wasn't one that she wanted to waste, fretting over an unknown afterlife or exalting her services to a deity that was skeptical at best. And if her father's curse was a real as the air she breathed, well, Relic wanted no part of it.

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It was not long after Relic began roaming on her own that she met an untimely death in the midst of the maelstrom. She never meant to get caught in the turbulent winds, never meant to fall from her flight. The world whirled around her, and Relic was swept away with the crashing tides.

Relic wasn't strong enough to swim against such violent currents. The storm raged on and the waves pulled her under, further and further from the surface, and her body was tossed and turned with the tides and eventually slammed her into an outcrop of rocks. It happened in mere seconds. She suffered a fatal head injury, and the sea clung to her body like a long lost lover, making a home in her heart.

She felt comforted in this way as a calming numbness washed over her, her conscious drifting in and out. Though she was concussed and slowly drifting off to her death, she felt no panic, no regret, no loneliness. She knew, without a doubt, that she was heading home.

For how long Relic drifted like this, freezing cold and dying, she didn't know, before a voice called out to her from the depths below.

"Do you want to live?"

"Yes," she thought bitterly, her lungs long since spent.

"What price would you pay?"

"Anything."

What happened next, Relic could not describe in any way that made sense. It felt like a foreign entity was overtaking her body. Her muscled spasmed violently, like venom coursing through her veins. The bitter cold that enveloped her limbs slowly began to fade, and suddenly, Relic was wide awake.

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Relic in some ways cannot truly understand what happened in those moments, but is increasingly grateful for her second chance nonetheless. For a long time after this incident, she feared that she truly was deceased, and that her body was just an empty shell of her former self. Eventually however Relic came to embrace her death, and unlike her previous viewpoint on the afterlife, is fully comfortable knowing that the end of life isn't necessarily the end of existence.

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Relic's true acceptance of her rebirth turned a corner when she met a Guardian devotee of the Tidelord named Ddu. Foster parent to numerous lost Undertides, dedicated seeker of prophecies and lore of the Tidelord, he was exactly what she had never hoped to find. A true soulmate.

Sometimes, in her heart of hearts, she wonders if this is why she was saved, if this destiny with a beloved what why that unknowable entity ensured she lived. And if that is so, I thank you.

The strings of pearls and shells she wears were a courting gift from Ddu.



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Points: 130kt