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"Through the crucible of tragedy I am reformed,
The Cinderspark, Everburning."
- NAME: Born Miasmeyan, the Steed of Providence. Currently Mosmo. Formerly Askanûl.
- 「Mi-A」Mosmodelliane Tirallaneia Asra'belhivas Düvirihenna
- 「Mo-A」Mosmodea Tiraleia Asra'belh Düviri
- AGE: ~Three hundred.
- GENDER: N/A.
- RACE: Yanar.
- EYES: Sharp turquoise with slit pupils, black scleras.
- NAME: Born Miasmeyan, the Steed of Providence. Currently Mosmo. Formerly Askanûl.
- FAITH: Mosmo is a firm believer of Estel who heeds Her word above all else, viewing themselves as their creator's best servant since earthen cradle. They have little moral code to speak of, and flirt with both good and evil ideals that suits them in the moment.
- IDENTITY: Mosmo is a whimsical icebreaker that keeps friends close and archaic secrets closer. They are an ancient presence that has passively sampled happiness and grief throughout history. Nowadays, Mosmo thrives on just existing after going through pretty much everything that life has to offer, and follows their minute impulses into new adventures. With their immortality, the Fae seeks to witness the end of times -- if time ends at all.
- [1] STRENGTH
- Polearm Pack.
- [1] CONSTITUTION
- Resilience Pack.
- [2] WISDOM
- Dimenthist Wisdom Pack.
- Volacrum Wisdom Pack.
- [2] DEXTERITY
- Stealth Skill Pack.
- Parkour Skill Pack.
- [2] MAGIC
- Fire Magic Pack.
- Glamor Magic Pack.
- [2] CHARISMA
- Ancient Speech Pack.
- East Linguist Pack.
- LANGUAGES
- Common.
- Saan.
- Kriv.
- [1] STRENGTH
- 『YANAR』 Exist Manifest.
- Nature Magic Pack.
- Wind Magic Pack.
- 『YANAR』 Exist Manifest.
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( UNTIL IT IS DONE )
- MUTATION: Mosmo is severely Exist mutated. Wolven ears stretch from the top of their head, and a long, bushy tail drapes down from their waist. Nails have taken into sharp digits of claws.
- APPEARANCE: Mosmo is a Yanera-Fae with cardinal red leaves for hair and birch bark skin that is 182 cm tall. They wear chaotic ranges of clothing that blurs the line between commoner and noble fashion, and their hair is trained into a voluminous ponytail. A few forget-me-nots sprout out of their body.
- Adolescence.
- Some years before the Cataclysm, an unusually radiant Grul-Yanar emerged from the soils amongst others to carry out the All-Mother's will. At the time, 'it' was dubbed by the Est'allorn as Miasmeyan, the Steed of 'Providence' - an ironic moniker to the cruel destruction its rage brought on the tainted Altalar. When the Grul-Yanar ceased its rampage on the Void and vanished at last, so did they.
- 30 AC, Miasmeyan, now Mosmo, reemerged from their past shell in the deep woods of a still recovering Teled Methen. Making peace with their violent past, they travelled across the several Princedoms to eventually settle on Tanaar Hyä-Ereya, where a collection of first generation war torn Yanar would emerge and consolidate into a collective familia that'd come to be known as the Duviri. They took upon the duty to conserve the memories of the past and the future through 'memory journals' as a grove priestess, living around an abandoned Ciellonian windmill atop a meadow of nemophilas and forget-me-nots, that has long been overtaken by a birch grove.
- Young Adult.
- The Yanar made friends, loved, hurt, killed and was killed. Through the tumultuous periods of the Ranger Crisis and Elven War that'd came to follow, they learned all what life had to offer of its outermost depth. They have seen wars come, and civilizations go. But who were the ones that influenced them into what they are is today, is still beyond the Yanar's capabilities to remember. All they knew was that they had to keep going.
- Mosmo became a myth among early Krainivayan history -- leshen, spirit, fairy, none of the labels aptly suit Mosmo, but for a few decades, the Yanar stuck by them from afar and offered aid, or curses.
- Present -- Regalia.
- The fae kept going, and going as years of suns and moons cycled past them on the skies above. Eventually, their neverending travel would find themselves at Regalia, a city of opportunities that was plenty to all. This has seduced them to stay, and from that action alone, a series of events spurred. They gained, and lost. They fought injustices, and committed injustice.
- Joined the Greywitch as a recruit on the August of 307 AC, but the charter disbanded months after.
- Fought in the Siege of Merkar'sarh 307 AC. Battered and tired, they'd sink into a perpetual hibernation that'd only come to cease around the summer of 308 AC where they'd discover the execution of Azelloa. Out of bitterness and a want to carve a legacy of their own none could lay a claim to, they abandoned the Hallevandeia of Petalcourt to seek the self satisfaction and accomplishments that their life has much lacked.
- Over the past two years, the Yanar has walked a mile in just about everyone's shoes - from achieving their monetary goals through extremist clandestine measures to clawing their way to aristocracy on the 27th September 308 AC that they fell out of since. They shedded their burnt, purple-like skin in favor of their archaic iteration - a stark white birch. The world has now become their oyster -- and what they'll make of it will play into their future.
- Adolescence.
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