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Name: [Ai'iandaroch]
Race: [Ice x Alkidike]
Gender: [Boy]
3 Base Traits: Warry Attentive Mysterious
Personality:

Wary - Because of his families past Ai'ian measures situations carefully, he has a strong sense of self preservation and a dislike for drama, he tries to avoid problems but is willing to fight if he mist. He enjoyed the dance of battle if not the gravity of its actions.

Quiet - He has a pretty quiet personality used to try to keep unwanted attention from himself, not so much at home but in public and around strangers until he tests the water and demes it safe to emerge from his shell.

Attentive - He listens well to others, able to read between the lines, recall deatails and work through problems, he has the makings of an excellent friend. These skills are valuable also to someone who must watch his own back in times of trouble.

Mysterious - Ai'ian prefer to watch events from the edge of the action this tendancy along with his quiet temperament, sure footing, and an abliilty to melt into forests lends him a mysterious air that may intrigue others.

He has a long memory and finds it hard to forgive once betrayed.

Ai'ian will tend to associate with a few good friends over large gatherings and wil be more likely to approach other hybrids hoping for companionship from others who can more easily understand his own difficult position. Eventually he will travel to find other hybrids and learn what he can from them. his mother has impressed upon him that pure bloods might be quite dangerous to him, particularly some alkidikes who really hate the idea of hybirds. He makes the best of his lot and avoids them when he can. As he gains strength he will relax more and become more open with others who are not among his trusted core of friends.

Despite the odd looks he may gather occasionally he likes his looks and doesn't wish to change them, not after he was little and his mother said to him "Aisha made you perfect the way you are, so there is no point withing you were otherwise my sweet little storm."

Description:
Ai'ain has the alkidike feelers, black earthling eyes ( the iris being slightly lighter black then the pupil, full earthling eyebrows, he has jagged blue iceling crystals on neck and chest mostly on the left side of body, long, black, straight, undreadlocked hair , blue iceling skin, no alkidike markings or green. An older prentice he has the start of stubble on his cheeks.]

Clothing: [Blue shirt with a black crackle pattern, dark green pants also with the black crackle, the crackle is a result of a form of tye dye. He also wears a sturdy black overcoat and boots. Shirt and pants trimmed in white fur imbedded with blue stones on boots and cuffs and hem of shirt]

Accessories: Two black studs in upper ear, one in ear lobe.


History:

Father: Randaroch
Mother: Antarra

Ran left his home city in Zena to be with the alkidike he had fallen in love with, it was safer to make their home elsewhere in Zena as his family was not impressed with him for the most part. He and Antarra met in Sauti where Antarra had gone to hunt with her bow while Ran was in the area to tame a sailscale as a pet to bring home. They had acknowledged each others presence with neutrility but soon an impending vicious storm forced them into each others company. Ran used his well practiced skills to build a cozy shelter for them, naturally he invited the alkidike to share it with him despite their differences, worried that without his help she would indeed have perished in the storm. Antarra was at first quiet and ashamed that she was unprepared indebted in a way to this iceling and on neutral ground to boot as neither of them had been born in Sauti, this gave him the advantage in her eyes.

Thus the stage was set for them to have a long talk through the two day storm that kept them in close quarters. An attraction developed slowly and later they would sneak out to see each other and spend quality time together. No one knew at first about their trysts but eventually another alkidike called Alelae found Antarra with him at one of their meeting places and sent word to both the alkidike elders and the icelings in Zena knowing full well that Tan would most likely face similar social consequences as Antarra. Both were put under watch in their respective cities accompanied by many long speeches about the evils of fraternizing with each other.

Alelae got her sister back for a while and develeoped her own attraction for Antarra after almost loosing her. Antarra was frustrated, hurt by her sisters betrayal and not done with Ran so she left and said her piece in fron of him and his people. He elbowed through the crowd ad went to her, took her hand and never looked back that day.

The pair lived for a time in a small settlement of one or two families plus themselves, getting to know each other better, coming to grips with the sacrifices they had both had to make to be with each other. Years later Antarra asked if Ran would like to try for a child, he was both surprised and delighted at the idea, so Antarra treked back to mother Aisha alone, avoiding Alelae while she did so, then prayed to mother Aisha to give her and Ran a child.

Aisha assented and Ai'iandaroch appeared as a bluish lotus. Antarra waited patiently and when he bloomed brought her little boy home. Ran had worried she wouldn't come back after tasting home again and he was relieved to see her again and meet his son whom he got to hold for the first time. As the years passed Alelae found them and tried to pull Antarra away from her family. This caused all involved much grief but Antarra was too strong and loved her family more then anything; she finally threatened Alelae and told her to stay away for good. She made sure to warn Ai'ian about Alelae as well emphasizing that the female could be dangerous.

Ai'ian has lived in that small town sincehe was a youngling, now as a prentice he moves about Zena looking for friends, always visiting home at the end of his sojourns out.

Familiars

He swung the hammer up and down, shaping the sword blade to his particular specifications. For once this was not a client sword but one for himself, his old one had been chipped on a particularly hard job and he had been loath to replace his eldest companion but he had had little choice in the matter. But he would make the new weapon nigh on perfect at least for himself. There were perks in being able to forge your own weapons. It took about three days to get everything the way he wanted it, but when he was done he held the most exquisite specimen he had seen yet, and he had seen a lot of swords over the years as it was his specialty to wield as well as to forge. This one had a light silvery hue, blue inscriptions on the blade declaring its name; Anga Anca which meant Iron Jaws.

"Welcome to the world my friend, we will do great things together, sad things perhaps but great." Violence as one who practiced it as a career was never the outcome he sought but it was the one that solved impossible things the fastest and their family, despite the Inn needed extra coin. Sarasnata's treatments had been costly but he thought that slowly she was starting to improve somewhat. Not fully healed yet but she did seem to have a bit more spirit about her. As for the rift between his mate and their stubborn eldest son...well a sword could not fix that only they could. He and Saras would have to sit and wait to see which of them came out on top. He was not willing to place bets, there was wrong done on both sides but in their case it had been an emergency to save a child.

At least now he was properly armed and with one of his finest works he must say himself, silver and blue with gentle flowing curves it was deadly art at its finest. Now he was ready for the job he had accepted. A protection detail that ought to pay good and help refill their coffers after so much time just keeping their daughter going, he hadn't dared to go to far away not even with his wife there with her. Saras was just so delicate and special and it had taken a lot of her childhood to get the point where she could travel without too much difficulty. He would have to make another adventure after this to find some medicine for her. Jauhar apparently had untold riches of medicinal plants and remedies. Pretty hot there but he figured he was due again to see the large trees.

The job started just like any other, bored guards and a lot of walking to do. They were not mounted, no need as the heavy freight wagons couldn't move all that fast anyway, down out of Zena they went, the weather warming only marginally in Sauti which at least meant that he wouldn't overheat. By the time they hit Tale though, the weather was warm enough for locals to get frisky. He wasn't sure what it was about the leaf people, they were entirely too clever for their own good but this pass they were heading through was notorious for banditry. And it did not disapoint. He sighed when he saw the first plume of dust up on the hill. He warned the others, that there was probably a trap set. The merchant started sweating profusely. This was one of his biggest hauls of the year and he didn't want to loose all the goods he had worked so hard to collect and then sell in the busier southern markets.

They came tumbling down the hillside like par kour stones. Young bandits, not all that much experience except for their grizzled leader who was probably their father from all the family resemblence going on. "Klatus, take the left flake there, Mordie the right.' They had to get this right, a job this big would set them up for half the year and he had many mouths to feed. Though it did appear like the merchant for once had not cheaped out on his protection detail, smart of him for once especially with this particular pass. There were mostly Zenan representatives and tough looking well dressed customers the lot and one extremely tall hybrid which was fascinating as he definitely was rife with Alk blood. He wondered how his parents had met idly. He for one had picked a lovely girl out of his own race who had bore him five children and promptly caught a bad cold after. He still missed her cooking as well as her company but he had their lagacy to feed and couldn't sit about moping could he?

Ai'ian unsheathed his sword and saw the sun reflected on the silvery blade. A bright day for a fight, could be to his advantage harder to hide daggers if there were no shadows. The bandits rushed him, some were barely out of their prentice years but they were quite a few in number, perhaps too small to mean much unless their leader had a bit more in mind. They had 4 guards and the useless merchant whos best weapon was a chair leg that had fallen off on a particularly rough road during transport versus 5 young bandits and an old one, fighters all, though from the way they moved their skill levels were all over the map and none had weapons as long as his giving him out of them all superior reach so long as he could guard them from getting within his bubble he would be okay, plus there were others they had to deal with they couldn't pounce him all together as the other guards would converge then.

The battle felt long but the levels of skill were quite mismatched, the bandits were up against hardened warriors not to mention his blacksmithing muscles and soon they all crumpled and were ran out of town, except one leafling girl who seemed the youngest, she was captured as she had been knocked out..by him. He decided to take responsibility and get her to a healer. She was over prentice age but not by much and she looked thinner than the others. He was sure that he saw some of Saras in her and that was why he cared just a bit more..maybe she wouldn't mind being a part of a different family. He was pretty sure her family wouldn't bother to come for her if she decided otherwise. He shrugged. He would take responsibility and if she didn't want to stay after she was healed he would let her go. There was nothing else his conscious would let him do.

He took care of his weapon as was his habit so long as he could still stand after every battle, the merchant had him look over the others weapons as well. They loaded the girl onto a cart with her hands bound and a blanket cushioning her head and they were off. The rest of the trip went off without a hitch and he was able to collect his coin and find a healer for the girl who was awake but still groggy, she likely had a concusion he was told and would take about three days to heal from it. He sent a letter to Myrida, she would understand why he was doing what he was doing, he was sure that in his position she would have done the same. He was a softy on the inside underneath all the iron and muscle. Now there was just one thing to do, cool his heels and wait for the little neophyte to recover.

It took time but eventually she was more herself and her green eyes again sparked with spirit, maybe even a bit better because she was well fed with him, she must have been low woman on the totem pole for food with the others. They talked a bit, she was still pretty quiet but she seemed pretty neutral when he told her his plan. She at least agreed to come with him to the Inn in Zena. He wasn't sure how Myrida would feel about him bringing her back but once they were sure she wouldn't do anything silly he figured she might be a good friend for Saras would couldn't go very far anyway. Besides this girl was some kind of ragged. It would take pressure off her siblings and father who didn't treat her that well anyway to take her off the roster of those they needed to feed and cloth, she was old enough to make her own decisions and he figured her future might be brighter this way.

So that is what they did when she was able to travel. They returned a different way than he had come to avoid potential clash and they travelled slowly to Zena and the Inn where she was settled in in her own room, small but well appointed and could come and go as she pleased while she adjusted. If she wanted to make coin there would always be a job for her. He knew that some of it she sent back to her family. But other than that she didn't really mention them all that much. Perhaps this had been the sort of out she had needed to rebuild her life.

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