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Niela's basic stats:

Name:
Niela Jentra (Nee-ay-luh Gehn-truh)
Age:
Will likely vary in each story, but she probably died in her early twenties.
Birthdate:
19 Theryarwe
Family:
Shakra Jentra (twin brother), Rinnald Jentra (father), Fala Jentra (mother, died in childbirth), Hadda Jentra (brother, older), Tiel Jentra (brother, older)
Marital Status:
Single
Sexual preference:
Male, and intelligent.
Prospects:
The more you are like her brother, the more of a chance you have with her. Niela thinks Shakra is the epitome of a male. Although her father isn't far off either. You'd also have to get their approval, as well as her other brothers' approval, and most likely their favour. If the other men in Niela's life don't get along with you, it's bye-bye here. ...there is that, as well. You'd have to be able to tolerate having to share her. Niela's not going to give up her father or brothers for you.
Likes:
Nature, quiet, peace, isolationism, stargazing, butterflies, pretty things
Dislikes:
Crowds, cities, boisterous people, fighting, scratches (especially those that marr her face)
Favourite foods:
Lots of flavour, but not too strong
Hated foods:
Anything spicy
Favourite scents:
Honeysuckle and Lemon
Hated scents:
Wet dog and sweat

Personality: (Basics, to be elaborated upon)
Dreamy and romantic, Niela has a rather naive outlook on life for the most part. Being raised with so many older brothers, she was babied a lot, and they took it unto themselves to make sure that noone bothered to teach her about reality.

She created her own little fantasy world for herself, believing that all that mattered were the things around her. She's slightly existential, always living in the moment and not paying much heed to the future. Or at least, she was before she died.

She loves her family dearly, and nothing will ever be able to come between herself and her brothers and father. Sadly, all of them left for the city at various points in her life, and so in her later years she developed an acute sense of isolationism.

Lonely became the word of the day for her. Sure, she still had her father, but he had become quite old by then and wasn't much company. Besides that, she was used to having at least Sharak with her, and the loss of her twin to the Knights in the big city sent her into a shock.

Niela appreciates the beautiful things in life, and enjoys nature, music, and philosophy more than anything else. She likes thinking about things that don't seem to matter, although she rarely applies them to her own life. When Sharak left for the city, she started pondering over such trivials as the meaning of life, the tales of the Shyiiar, and the mythology behind the stars.

History:

Niela was born the third..well, fourth really, child of Rinnald and Fala Jentra. Shakra, her twin brother, was born just before her, though the two rarely bother to distinguish that particular fact.

Her two older brothers, Tiel and Hadda, were quite a bit older by that point-- being all of ten and twelve already. Therefore, the two often got stuck helping out with the twins when their father was out fixing up the cabin..why? Because their mother died during childbirth. It was difficult for Rinnald, raising the four of them by himself, but somehow he managed.

The small piece of land they lived on took a lot of upkeep, and even at a young age Shakra and Niela learned how to help out around the house. Still, they were pampered quite a bit more than their older brothers because they were so young. This is probably what led, later on, to their teasing of Shakra.

Niela and Shakra were quite close, and depended on each other for moral support, especially when the two older boys started picking on Shakra. They left Niela alone-- as they had been taught to respect women above all else due to their mother's sacrifice amongst other things, but Shakra was the victim of a lot of discontent.

Eventually, though, both became weary of their life in the cottage, and left for the forbidden city when they were twenty and twenty-two.. Their father was more than a little displeased with this, and informed ten-year-old Niela and Shakra that their brothers had become corrupted and were not to return upon any circumstances. Or to be spoken to should they attempt to return.

Niela was quite willing to accept this, given the terrible things their father had been telling them about city-dwellers their entire lives. Shakra, on the other hand, didn't. Instead, he felt an intense desire to follow his brothers, prove himself to them.

By the time he was eighteen he had convinced his father to let him go, and that he would not be corrupted by the city. Being that Shakra was the man's pride and joy, Rinnald let him go without all the stipulations the other two had had. Although, those rules still applied to Tiel and Hadda.

Niela was alone. Shakra came back occasionally, when he had time off. But most of the time he merely discussed his training with his father for the first half of his day home, and then he went to the star-watching rock to spend the rest of it with Niela.

This wasn't enough for the twin who was used to being the center of her brother's world. She became quite miffed with him, and more than a little depressed. Over the years she even went into the city once or twice to look for him, but every time she became quite lost and more than a little disconcerted with the hectic schedules of it.

Eventually, though, even this modicum of sanity would leave her, though. Shakra's training became even more intense, and he managed to get home all the less frequently. After a few more years, she started to develop a sort of hopelessness that she would ever get her twin back. Worse yet, she blamed the need of able-bodied fighters for keeping him away from her.

Her hatred of city-dwellers grew. But that was nothing compared to the hatred she'd feel when they took her brother away from her for good. One night, he snuck back home to tell Niela and Rinnald about the Dormiitar invasion. Niela was frightened, but confident that as long as Sharak was there everything would be okay.

Of course, that was shattered when the man told her he meant to return to the city and fight against them. Proud as she was that her brother had managed to make it to the ranks of Knighthood and complete his training, she didn't like the idea that he was going to fight and die against the Dormiitar. Worse yet, that he was going to do it without her.

But she was too frightened to go with him. It wasn't long after that that she herself was killed. Presumably following her brother's death.

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Name: Sharak Jentra (Shar-ock Gehn-truh)

Age: Early Twenties to Late Twenties, how ever it goes rolleyes

Birthdate: Early spring

Family: Niela Jentra (twin sister), Rinnald Jentra (father), Fala Jentra (mother, died in childbirth), Hadda Jentra (brother, older), Tiel Jentra (brother, older)

Marital Status: Single

Sexual preference: Female

Prospects: Sharak tends to be a shy fellow so if you approach him, he'll act much more comfortable around you. If you're an over all gentle person who has a slight sense of humor, he'll enjoy your company. Should you come across as a evil or cleptic person, there will be signs of animosity in his words. Also, do refer to him as a weakling, he hates that amongst all else. Speak of harming his friends or family, and you'll find a sword pressed to your neck.

Likes: Berries, training, Artegall(platonic), battle, defending what he believes in.

Dislikes: Being called 'weak', elitism, people mindlessly harming others, choas bringers

Favourite foods: Berries, well cooked meat, sour and spicy items

Hated foods: Bland food, things that stick, Overly exotic

Favourite scents: ((Eeehhh...))

Hated scents: Poo gas whee

Personality: In a whole, Sharak has a number of personalities that he shows. There seems to be the childish side of him, one that is easy going and laid back; and the serious side, the one which he acts all valiant and knightly.

History:

((Will edit later when in a better mood))

Treasure Box:

Niela's winning entry: (edited)

It wouldn't have meant much to anyone else. They would overlook such a small thing-- would never have marked it as important to them, or even significant in any way. But for her, it meant everything.

She had grown up in a more rural section of Jungien. There were few cities, and far between there. They hadn't even lived in one of those, though. Instead, her father had taken off, saying that cities bred discord and dishonour. He'd built the house they lived in with his own two hands...and his family had benefitted from it.

She couldn't remember a time when her family had really had any severe arguments. They were almost always content. Just herself, her older brothers, and her father. She and her brothers ran wild amongst the trees and flowers, never disrespecting but always utilizing the vast resources near the house.

Her father always told them not to go too far. Her mother had died giving birth to her, but that hadn't stopped their closeness. Indeed, it had brought them all together even more. One of the most important instances of this, she thought, was the day before her twin brother left for his part in repelling the Dormiitar.

"I'm going to die tomorrow," he said as they sprawled out on their favourite star-gazing rock. It was night-time, as it always was when they went out here for their chats. Whenever he wanted to be serious, he took her here.

"You might not..." she protested. She hated the fighting. Hated that it would take her precious brother from her-- wreck her little family, take away the little world they had created for themselves. He flipped her hair affectionately over her shoulder, shaking his head,
"Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. The Dormiitar are very powerful....sister, you will die some day too."

She shuddered, moving closer to him. She didn't like that idea at all. Death..was frightening. She had already lost her mother, and although she hadn't ever known the woman, the idea of having another hole in her life was unforgiveable.
"We shouldn't have to die or fight," she said softly, "It isn't fair."

"Life isn't fair," he said gently, pulling her in for a hug,
"But remember this. No matter how long it is before you die, I will be there waiting for you. I will always be here to protect you...look up at the stars."

She did as he asked, though her eyes were filling quickly with tears. They were quite beautiful this late in the year. The sky was so clear that she could make them all out perfectly-- not one of them hidden by the clouds. Her brother had given them names; traced out pictures with them by creating lines between each star.

"I will be up there, when the Shyiiar take me from you," he whispered in her ear. Chills ran down her spine, and she knew this for truth.

"You'll wait there for me? In the stars? Forever?" She asked. The stars had always held a special significance for her. They represented all the times in which she and her brother had come to talk out here. They represented her life and love for him. They were as much a part of her as the air she breathed.

"Forever, I promise." He replied, hugging her tightly. And she knew it for truth.

Characters: Niela, Rinnald, Sharak (briefly)
Age: 10

Butterfly

She always liked butterflies. With their beautiful, fragile wings and vibrant colours. She liked the way they fluttered on the wind so gracefully, like little flower petals settling gently on the ground. Niela especially loved the way they seemed so lighthearted, carefree. She'd always tried to be as much like a butterfly as possible.

So it wasn't any surprise when she approached her father that day. In fact, he was only surprised she hadn't approached him sooner,
"Father, can you make me look like a butterfly?"

The man looked down at her, a rare smile forming on his lips as he took her hands in his,
"Niela, you already -do- look like a butterfly," his voice was gentle, as it never was with Hadda or Tiel. The girl looked up at her father, eyes widening,
"What do you mean?" She asked, little chin trembling. Of course she -wanted- to look like a butterfly, but she had never suspected she ever would. She merely thought that perhaps her father could make her a butterfly costume, just like the multicoloured costumes he sometimes described when telling them about the Shyiiar festivals in the city.

"You're a beautiful, tiny little butterfly already. My butterfly. You should not strive to be too much more than you are, or you will never be satisfied."

Niela pouted a bit at this. It wasn't precisely what she had expected-- father was trying to make another one of his philosophical points. And while she often appreciated this, right now she really just wanted to be a butterfly.

"Can you make me a butterfly costume, though?" she asked, determined not to get sidetracked by the debates she and her father often fell into.

"No. I will not." His voice had the sort of tone in it that left no room for argument, and so she burst into tears and ran from the room, heading for the forest. The forest, at least, understood her.

Weeping unashamedly, she pushed passed a rather confused looking Sharak (whom she later found out went in and asked his father about what had happened, and the two ended up in a bit of a fight over his treatment of Niela) and eventually came to her favourite alone spot.

As much as she loved being with Sharak, sometimes she needed some time to be purely alone, and this was the location she had chosen for such ventures.

Visits cont.

Lucifer eyed the windows nervously. Would they notice? Would they see him suspiciously walking by himself out in the courtyard?

"No....." Lucifer thought, "They can't see me from this far. There are so many knights here today...."

The palace and courtyard were unusually crowded, filled to capacity with knights from all parts of Jungien. Today was some kind of ceremony...or something. Lucifer paid no attention to special occasions. He only knew that this was the perfect opportunity to slip out unnoticed.

As the lithe prince looked back over his shoulder to inspect the palace windows one last time, a particularly large knight bumped into him and sent him flying to the ground.

"Prince!!!" the knight exclaimed, embarassed for knocking the heir of Jungien down. Maybe it was Lucifer's fault for not looking where he was going, but knights knew how to take the blame when it was necessary. "Are you okay, your highness!?"

So much for secrecy. This knight just HAD to shout his identity to the whole vicinity. He expected his mother or one of the maids to start screeching at him from the palace window. They'd yell at him to get back inside where he belonged. They'd tell him not to mingle with knights, or else he'd pick up rude barbarian manners. They'd scold him for leaving without permission and discipline him accordingly.

Sure enough, the activity of the courtyard came to a complete halt. All of the knights immediately stopped what they were doing at the mention of the "Prince," and turned to face the direction of the disturbance. Lucifer felt all of the eyes turn onto him and blushed.

"Ahh...I'm sorry," the young prince said to the knight he bumped into, "I wasn't watching where I was....."

"Prince Lucifer, what are you doing out here?!" a familiar voice called from behind him.

Lucifer froze. He knew who that was. That meant it was time to go back to the palace to face punishment...

"Why are you out here, your highness? Don't you know that today is the day that the Knights of Jungien celebrate our new recruits?" Artegall asked, walking up to Lucifer and helping him up. "You really shouldn't be out here...if your Uncle finds out, he's going to be very upset..."

"I was just....curious, that's all..." Lucifer said as he was helped to his feet. He would have to decide what to do soon.

"Curious? I find that a poor reason to disobey the orders of the King, your Uncle, and go outsi.........."

Artegall was cut off as Lucifer turned around and ran straight for the courtyard gate.

"Wha-! Prince, where are you going?!" Artegall shouted, chasing Lucifer across the stone pavement, "Hey you....close that gate! Make sure he doesn't get out!"

The knights by the gate were caught unawares, but nodded after hearing Artegall's orders. The began to push the gate shut.

"I've got...to run faster!" Lucifer thought, picking up speed and forcing his poor unanthletic body to the threshold.

Lucifer managed to run past the gate just as the knights were closing it. The left elbow of his coat was snagged on a metal bar, but his velocity managed to rip the fabric and allow him to continue running.

"I.....did it.......!" Lucifer said in his mind, congratulating himself on his victory. He could not help but smile widely as he ran down the stairs that led from the palace to the streets of Anarche. He could hear Artegall shouting to him from the courtyard, but the voice got softer and softer as he descended the stairs. Apparently, the knights were not following him.

"Open the gate! Open the gate!!!" Artegall screamed, banging on the bars. The knights by the gate had closed the gate just as Lucifer ran out, successfully trapping those who would be giving chase to the young prince inside the courtyard. Rattling and squeaking could be heard, telling Lucifer that they were probably fumbling with the lock on the gate. It always got stuck if the gate was closed too quickly.

Finally he reached the ground level. Merchants called out to passerbys and pedestrians chattered loudly. It was so busy and full of different kinds of people. Lucifer spotted a stand of strange looking fruit nearby. What WAS that stuff? Being raised in the seclusion of the palace meant not being able to try local food from different regions.

Intent on trying some of this bright blue fruit, Lucifer walked over to the stand. As he crossed the street to reach the merchant, he noticed that his vision was blurry. What was going on? Lucifer turned around, trying to clear his vision, but saw a red trail leading from the bottom of the stairs to his location. What WAS that?

"Blood....." Lucifer said quietly. He was too confused to fully grasp the extent of the shock. He looked at his elbow, which finally registered as stinging and numb.

It was moist and dripping! When he caught his arm on the gate, it must have cut his arm. Lucifer let out a whimper and grabbed his arm before falling over onto the street.

((Heehee! Niela's so funny! City dirt! xd ))

Lucifer broke in and out of consciousness. He felt himself being lifted and then carried over to somewhere, but his vision hadn't returned, and everything remained a fuzzy blur. He saw the blue sky above him...then that faded out to the marketplace from a distance...then that faded out to...a girl?

He didn't remember meeting anyone before he passed out.

"Whaaa..." Lucifer said, his voice trailing off as he tried to regain himself from another black out, "Who..."

His head slumped back down. Strangely, it required a lot of energy for him to talk or move. Lucifer wondered for a bit at this, but then remembered that he had lost blood earlier. Everytime he lost blood he'd pass out...and feel really weak for quite a time afterwards. Maybe running away from the knights wasn't such a good idea after all. He'd have to go back eventually, and when he did they'd all be very upset with him. Lucifer wondered what came over him and caused him to run. The thrill of excitement, perhaps? It was a stupid decision. Lucifer always found himself regretting things, and it made him wonder why he even put himself in these situations. He should just listen to his father and uncle, and he'd never have to worry or stress out ever again. Unfortunately for him, there was something within him that said otherwise. It told him to do what he wanted and take risks. It always got him into trouble. Lucifer remembered himself worrying if he had multiple personalities. It ended up being a foolish assumption, but he always wondered about it. There MUST be something wrong with him.

Putting his worries aside for a bit, Lucifer wondered about that girl he caught a glimpse of. Come to think of it...where was he? Finally pushing himself to learn about his location, he discovered that he was actually being taken care of by the girl he saw. And she was still there. Looking him over.

"Ah!" Lucifer exclaimed, jolting upright into a sitting position. Despite his lack of energy, the threat gave him all the motivation he needed. "I-I-I..."

He had bad experiences with women. Many of his suitors were manipulative, and they always tried to give him drinks or something to "calm him down" so they could have their way with him. Fortunately, Lucifer was always able to avoid disaster and get away somehow. It was a good thing, too...or he'd do something stupid in his drunken state, like agree to a marriage. Then he'd be stuck with those women FOREVER. Because of this, he was always cautious around the other sex. They were so threatening...and he was so vulnerable, especially when he was half-conscious.

"I......err" Lucifer mumbled, staring at Niela. He wanted to make an excuse to get away, but couldn't think straight at the moment. Niela was a pretty girl, and she didn't look scary. At least not at the moment. Still cautious that this girl might take advantage of him, Lucifer inched away from her and kept his distance. He folded his legs under him and sat.

"I'm sorry. Who are you...?" he asked, blinking a few times to clear up his slowly returning vision. If anything, he wanted to be a gentleman. That is what he was taught. Though sometimes, he found it a bit difficult to treat some of the ladies he knew with respect, especially when they bullied him around. This girl hadn't done anything to him...yet.