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demonslayr62 » Lair » Sapphira
Level 20
Fae Female
Oct 31, 2017 (2 years)
Stats Growth
PrimaryMidnight Metallic
SecondaryLapis Facet
TertiaryPhthalo Opal
Eye TypeWater Common
Energy: 0 / 50
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Generation 7~
10th Generation Descendant
(Great-Great-Great-Great Granddaughter of Naomi)

Naomi---> Willow---> Fia---> Ammutseba---> Hastur---> Cypir---> Pharah ---> Thalia ---> Malina --> Unnamed


Chaos. That's what runs through this fae's veins. Any descendant of Naomi is born with that little spark for it, but not many choose to ignite it. Sapphira believed kindling it slightly wouldn't do much harm, if only she had believed the stories passed down to her. She had been young when the first flame spun out of control. Just a little mischief, nothing compared to what her great-great-great-great grandmother Naomi had done; but a little was all it took for the out of control flame to turn into a full on bonfire.

Sapphira is not a force for good or evil. She simply does as she wishes and does not fear of the consequences. She studied magic carefully to bring about the full extent of her blood right and has become a sorcerer to be reckoned with. The veil she wears is to hide her glowing blue eyes, as others see it as forboding and strange.

The only reason why this little fae hasn't run amok out in the world is because another strong bloodline possesses her soul, that of a Night Warrior. Being a Night Warrior has proven to reign in a few of her more wilder tendencies and keep her more or less in line. The need to protect her kin and clan and the want to let chaos run free often collide and struggle against each other for dominance. The only times Sapphira feels at peace is in the dead of night, inside her lair which is tangled in the limbs of a dead tree by CrestHaven's Left Lake. When all are at rest for the night and true silence reigns supreme. It is only then that she's able to think clearly and decide how to deal with her dual nature.

It's only a matter of time before one overcomes the other.

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