Legends of Belariath
Syan Kor
The Borderlands, far away were her home, A land at the edge of the world. A realm where the clouds would never allow complete sunlight, and the stars were soo bright that they would never allow complete darkness. A land of chaos incarnate. These lands, the most recent to be born, only created in the last millenia still reeked with the mighty powers of the gods. Fire, Water, Earth, and Sky all mixed and warred constantly. Here, the Yowen Tribe had claimed home, following the gods on the path of creation until they found themselves in this final land. But they were not here alone.
The Chirot were here as well. Driven from their own lands to the edge of the world, the chirot had settled in these lands, though there never were enough resources for both species to survive on. Complicating the situation, neither clan was willing to leave. Generations fell in combat over that ragged edge of land, but neither side would abate. Yet, in the latest centuries, the Chirot had drawn back and sought no more to take the lands and seas of the Yowen. Uneasy peace paved the way for a status quo between the two warring races and eventually, a Chirot Emissary approached the tribe, baring an offering of peace.
Syan, born of two prosperous parents, lived long with a deep secret. Compared to the others, born male or female, she was born neither, and yet both. Hermaphrodism was a supreme rarity amongst the tribe, and it had not been known to happen for generations, and even then stories told that the person bore a dark fate. Such fates were said to be so dark that even the gods could not see the paths of their lives, and so could not make decision on how to form their body. The color of their wings, often matched the darkness of that fate.
Wings, Black as night and a born hermaphrodite, it was said that the gods had cursed the star she was born beneath. In such a ragged land, where every hand was necessary for survival, she was not slain, nor exiled. They waited for the Ceremony of the Blood Role. Syan, shunned by the Clan, took refuge in the only friend who did not frown upon her, steel. She trained to become one of the Warrior class, and all that viewed her skills commented that she was well suited for the task. Yet they waited for the time she was to become an adult, hoping that the gods would remove the terrible curse of her unknown gender. Yet when the ceremony of Blood Role came, a decision was made. Syan would be allowed to stay with the clan, to eat with the clan, and sleep with the clan. But she would have a limited role. Placed within the warrior caste, she was forbidden to court or mate any within the clan. She would be a weapon for the defense of the clan, merely an extension of her sword.
And so she lived, honing her weapon's skills and living for nothing more then the defense of the tribe. She cast the most wary eye on the Chirot emissary whom had been sent, and the offer of peace was soo generous that many refused to hear any dissention. The chirot tribe would withdraw to an island off the coast, leaving the shore to the Torians. The chirots would not infringe on the Torians, so long as the Torians blocked any attack that may come from the shore. Under the full moon, the stars blazing as if the eyes of the gods themselves, the Clan formed the blood-binding ceremony, Every Torian together piercing their thumb to allow their blood to mix within a cauldron, mixed with the wines, it would be poured into goblets and drunk by the entire Clan to kick off the ceremony.
Syan, her cursed blood had never been allowed as part of the ceremony, and so she never participated. Yet, the emmisary of the Chirot tribe was offered to join the ceremony. Chirot blood, mixed in the drink. It was later that night, after most had gone to bed that the alarm sounded. The clan lay in their beds, slumped over at their posts, retching up their own blood. A deadly toxin had lay hidden in the Torian's blood... prepared for soo long by building up a resistance to it, that two drops of the chirots blood had been enough to bring about the death of every member of the tribe that had drank the mix. Every Torian, except for Syan. And so Syan searches now, for the 4-fingered Chirot who brought about the death of the Yowen tribe.
She exists now to enact revenge for her fallen clan, to find that chirot and slay him. It is a cruel fate, that in the same action, she will slay the final member of her clan, whom had been made a part of the clan the night of that ceremony. The implications are not vague. Syan knows that she must find the Chirot and kill him, and afterwards, she herself must die, as punishment for killing the last of her tribe. Only then will her purpose be completed, only then will she rest.
Syan knows no love, no sadness, no happiness. She merely knows her role and what she must do to find peace in this world.
((OOC: Due to her past, Syan has absolutely no informal social skills. If anyone gets too close to her without introducing themselves, they may find themselves run through. Syan has never had sex, she doesn't know what sex is. She has a deep, a grave hatred of Chirots as well, and will attack them on sight, needless of their faculties. I plan for this character to go through alot of changes, plus to stir some trouble while I am at it.))